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(TYRES SCREECH)

(SCREECHING CONTINUES)

Shit!

(PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS) Yeah.

Sorry to wake you, Boss.

Er, let me just— close the window.

We've got a live fire at the Islamic Centre on Mayman Street.

Police are worried it could be a hate crime.

Who's in charge?

You don't wanna know.

(SIGHS)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BOB: Thanks a lot! DOT: Not my job, mate.

ZARA: That's my fiancé! Hey, go easy! She's OK.

Where is he? He was trapped in the kitchen.

I tried, babe...

I really tried.

Who's the 'he'? Abdullah! My brother. He's the Imam.

Look, hey, hey! I'll find out what happened to him.

I'll go and find out what happened to him.

What's going on? I promise. Please. OK?

You cannot be here. I'll come find you.

Alright. We'll be at my café, yeah? Shakes

Over there.

Come on, Sis. Come on.

MAGGY: He got here quick. DOT: And what's he come as?

What is he doing? Anything he wants to apparently

Morning Boss! Oh!

So, where's... Steve and...?

Steve's on his way. Course we're a man down.

You know, I'm all for letting down the ladder after me

as long as snakes aren't climbing up.

(LAUGHS) It's OK to not like someone, Maggy.

I didn't like my daughter until she could use the toilet.(LAUGHS)

Er, you can take that off now!

The fire's out, Jan. Let us in.

Not a chance. We're awaiting engineering.

What?

If the action's round the back, try using the front.

Ha!

(COUGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DEVICE CHIRPS) Wolfe?

(COUGHING)

Wolfe... Can you hear me?

(COUGHING) Come on mate, come on.

- Mags! - No, it's me.

(COUGHING) Wolfe? Wolfe, where are you?

(COUGHING) I'm in... in the mosque.

What are you playing at?

Boss, tell me what can you see? Really?

What? He's already in there.

It...

It looks like the fridge is the seat of the fire.

What else?

My life flashing before my eyes. (CHUCKLES)

Pornhub really dominates the latter years.

(COUGHING)

Get out. Now!

(CLATTERING, GRUNTS)

Right, what was that?

Judgement day.

Wolfe?

Wolfe!

(COUGHING)

Wolfe!

I'm OK.

More than I can say for the Imam.

(COUGHS)

Get out of there, Wolfe! Shift your arse, now!

Can you indicate what part of the building you're in?

I'm trying!

(COUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHING)

JANICE: Wolfe!

I give up. You lot are co-dependent.

Off his meds, off his heads? Looks like it.

Are we going to talk to him about it?

Abso-fucking-lutely not. Well, not until you have to.

(HUMMING)

(OXYGEN MASK HISSING)

You OK?

I'm alright. I'm just going across the road.

Let me push you.

That's kind of you. Thank you.

(SIGHS)

Here. It's the best I've got, sorry.

I smelt the smoke,

then opened the kitchen door, and it was an inferno.

Just couldn't get to him.

(SIGHS) I feel like a coward.

Door handles?

Imperfect action is better than perfect inertia.

Here he is.

Sorry.

My brother, my brother's dead.

You could've died, too, trying to save him.

I can't believe he's not here.

That's my entire family, Haroon!

Zara, that's not true.

First trimester?

No, I'm four months gone.

Abdullah was going to be an uncle. (SOBS)

He'd be really proud of you.

"We belong to Allah, and to Him do we return."

But I'll bet we're allowed to wave back now and again.

If he is, he won't be waving.

I didn't tell him. (WHIMPERING)

I said I'd do it next month,

when I'd put distance between us, for his reputation.

OK? Cheers, bro.

We're moving to Pakistan on Wednesday.

Haroon? I found some shoes for you, in the back.

You Muslim?

Lapsed.

Well, phase three, in fact. I packed it in.

Oh, great. Another kafir.

Jamal!

So, what happens today, then?

Do we send undertakers for him?

The body still needs to be formally identified.

We go to dental and DNA in these kinds of cases.

Will that take long?

I'm not in charge of the case, I'm afraid. Just the science.

I'm- I'm sorry for your loss.

But congratulations.

(SOBS)

(EXHALES)

Another day in paradise.

Are we sure it's safe to be in here considering the boss nearly choked?

What are the footprints saying?

Can't see the wood from the Fire Service shoes at the minute.

I've got one of Wolfe's footprints

and then out there, I've got bare feet from the worshippers.

Does anyone fancy - giving me a hand? - No.

There's nothing... nothing! I miss the dogs.

(METALLIC THUD)

That thing's worth a year's salary. Even yours.

Right, what d'you reckon?

Nowhere near damaged enough to cause the fire.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't be checked. CCTV?

I've searched the building, no dice.

Well, what do we know?

Based off the burn patterns to the floors and overhead...

You were right about the seat.

Let's get it to base, get it tested.

Belts, braces, all the traces.

(CHUCKLES)

Just to be clear, we're eliminating hate crime?

We're not eliminating, but's it low down on the list.

There's no hate messages, no messages at all.

Was the Imam was well liked?

It's hard to hear a bad word.

Ran a food bank, community outreach, and got a recording booth

built for the youth club.

But when you say 'It's hard to hear a bad word.'

Some called him a moral extortioner,

and someone accused him of misappropriating mosque funds.

Is that embezzlement?

No, he blew it on the youth club recording studio.

And what do we know about the fella who discovered the fire?

Haroon was about to become brother-in-law to Abdullah.

He's a community lawyer.

Immigration mainly, but he covers general law pro-bono

two afternoons a week. You're wearing different lipstick.

I'm wearing none.

That really suits you.

I had no say in it, but thanks.

I've bagged up the trainers from the shoe rack.

They need running for prints.

Will do.

So weird. Dominique's left me on read.

Wonder what's she stropping about now!

Has something happened?

You need to ask Dot.

Maggy, if you know what Dot knows, then just tell me now.

Your girlfriend was only here to shove Wolfe

and the rest of us under a bus, including you.

What?

She was trying to free her jailbird mum by discrediting Wolfe.

At any cost.

(KNOCKING)

I'm not decent.

If it's a parcel, leave it next door please.

You need to open the door, Dominique.

(MUSIC BLARING FROM INSIDE)

So, that is the only reason that you came to work here?

It's the only reason I took forensic science.

Becoming a GP wasn't going to save her.

So, you couldn't get to Wolfe without banging me?

I got the job on credible merit.

Yeah, but it helped to have me on the board

at your first round of interviews, no?

So, what was I? Was I 'Mr. Backup'?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

For three months, Dominique, I have been walking on air

because I thought that you actually saw something in me.

You!

I don't expect you to believe this

but my feelings for you are real.

No, do not come near me.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I never said a word about the two of you.

We can talk about all of it or none of it after work.

But if you're staying, I need you focused.

(SNIFFS)

The capacitor's melted and the wiring's damaged.

No PAT test tag, and to top it all, this serial number's a recall model.

But let's test the ashes.

Belt and braces, like the man said.

Er, who's doing DNA and prints?

That would be you, also, as I'll be getting the boss off the ledge.

Or you could just push him.

When they lifted the body, there was variable scorch marks in the lino.

Porous surfaces retain traces of accelerants.

What, underneath the body?

The electro sniffer went batshit.

(LIGHTER CLICKS, FLAME ERUPTS)

Whoa! Woo-hoo hoo hoo!

Guy Fawkes! Guy Fawkes!

What does this mean?

- Er... Arson. - Yeah, arson.

So, DCI Betsy Chambers's turn to going batshit next!

(LAUGHS)

Now, am I paying for these out of petty cash,

because it is full of my IOUs?

Actually, they're on me.

At what cost?

Wolfe's not himself.

No, no, no! Knock mine off whatever you owe me.

Yeah, and mine. Will you please just let me finish?

Not if you know what's good for you.

You just saw the state of him.

Yeah, but I also saw the results.

Look, if we're not going to confront him about it-

OK, that's another no. Don't say 'we'!

Then we need to be checking. I don't mean checking his work,

I mean checking the legitimacy of his process.

- I just heard the phone! - Oh!

Yeah, I think it's from me, actually.

Maggy! You're becoming the shadow I can't shake.

I dropped by to rush through the post-mortem.

Should have known you'd be on it.

He promised me a steak dinner.

I'm surprised you're not vegan.

There's soot particles staining the tongue and the pharynx.

Goes as far as the glottis. So, death by smoke inhalation.

I've yet to test the carboxyhaemoglobin

or examine the distal airways.

Looks like burst blood vessel in the right eye?

I think you're right. (PHONE RINGS)

- Sorry. - Maxine, Maxine! (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

I've got to take this. Mum? Oh, no!

Who's the third party? Parties?

What hospital are they in?

That's going to take a while. Well, you sound OK. Where are you?

What the actual fuck?

Bruv!

See! The hyoid bone is broken.

Somebody strangled Abdullah, fracturing his hyoid bone,

causing the blood vessel to burst in his right eye.

- So, he was murdered. - That's right.

Can you keep an eye on Maxine whilst I clear up?

Yeah.

(GAGS)

(HUMMING)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

(TIMER BEEPING)

♪ And I’m here

♪ To remind you

♪ Of the mess I left

♪ When you went away

(SIGHS)

♪ It’s not fair

♪ To remind me

♪ Of the cross I bear

♪ That you gave to me

♪ You, you, you

♪ Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. ♪

(TIMER DINGS)

(BIG SIGH)

Hey! Anything on the vape?

We only managed to retrieve a partial print from the vape.

But it's quite distinctive, though.

Great. When's Betsy getting here? Actually, that’s not the best bit.

I managed to pull a print from the trainers

that I found at the crime scene. And... look.

Nice diagonal scar. DNA? Tons of it.

But we're still no closer because the print's not on the database.

The suspect has no prior.

So, it's definitely murder? Yes. Death by strangulation.

Brilliant. So, we're gonna get hate crime headlines?

- Brilliant! - Unlikely, OK?

Someone tried to make this look like an accident.

The other mob, they would've claimed responsibility.

Abdullah had a series of run-ins with Jamal.

He'd publicly objected to Jamal's café licence because of drug use.

Were they warranted?

He'd been charged a few times, but never convicted.

So, his prints aren't on file? Yeah, but does he have an alibi?

Intruder alarm and witnesses confirm he opened up the café

for breakfast orders after the mosque.

So? That's like 90 seconds away from the crime scene!

Erm, are we done?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

No, no, no. This is an invitation-only event.

Look, I need to ask the community for help.

More help, in working out what happened to Abdullah.

Are you drunk? What's going on?

What difference would a day make?

I needed to come when most of his friends were in the same place.

I can't smell booze, but something's not right.

You should go. Abdullah was murdered!

(CROWD MURMURS)

ZARA: What?

This is seriously inappropriate behaviour.

You shouldn't be here. If that's even true,

today was about remembering his life.

Meanwhile, somebody's getting away with taking it.

What, and you're looking at me?

I didn't open my mouth, but who contested your shop licence

three years running for drug activity?

(INCOHERENT THREAT)

I'm either calling the police or a doctor.

I am a doctor. Fuck it. It's police.

Zara, Zara, Zara, Zara!

How was he murdered?

I'm not at liberty to disclose.

Oh, but you're fine breaking this to me in public?

Look, I shouldn't have come.

I realise that now, but this community

is resistant to cooperation at the best of times.

You've just made it ten times worse, haven't you?

I need a senior officer to call me back.

You need help, Professor.

That's what I've been trying to tell them, OK?

I just need an exact list of everyone

that was in that mosque on that day.

Will you help with the community?

It's weird.

The ashes in the fridge have the usual suspects,

but there's also elastane and acrylic.

Possibly for a wick?

No, elastane and acrylic is socks.

Did any socks come - with the trainers? - No.

Maybe he used both as wicks?

Whatever, this literally stinks of an improv.

This is not pre-meditated.

Hand sanitizer and socks.

Aha! Where's the Boss when you want to show off, eh?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Now we're talking!

♪ Little shopping bags in a row

♪ In a row, in a row. ♪

Dad, cut it out! Where have you been?

My legs aren't in it, Dad.

We need to sit down and eat something, or go home.

Look!

These were in the shop window, and they're exactly my size.

That's alignment, right?

They just popped in and out, two seconds.

I find it helps to make lists.

Did you just say that to me?

I just meant... lists curb my overspending.

I think we tried one, once.

Oh, Flick! We forgot the Apple store!

No, Dad, please! I don't— We've still got 15 minutes.

I don't need anything else.

Have you no more adrenaline in those legs, Milady?

Why, no, Sire. You've taken the lot!

- Come on! - Oh!

("PUMP UP THE JAM" PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(SILENTLY) Whoo-ho!

♪ Pump up the jam

♪ Pump it up

♪ While your feet are stomping

♪ And the jam is pumping

♪ Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin'... ♪

I told you to leave me alone.

You were a lot less polite.

All of that is going back!

Mum! I tried to talk to him-

Wolfe...

(WOLFE SIGHS)

Your Dad's not feeling well. I know, I cottoned on too late.

- I can tell. - Hey, I could be dripping in iPads now.

Do you understand the level- Flick, I'm kidding!

I got it!

(VALERIE CHUCKLES)

OK.

- Do you remember this song? - Yeah!

(LAUGHS)

Your mum and me to this song.

(LAUGHS)

Your mother and me, took coke together for the first time.

Jesus Christ, Wolfe!(LAUGHS)

HE... thought it was coke

but the idiot was snorting Beecham's powder

when I was in the loo. She'll tell you anything!

OK.

Mmm!

- Oh! - Dad!

- Wolfe! - Daddy!

- Waa!OK. - Bloody hell, Val.

Can you please channel some of the affection you used to have for me?

I am. I am thinking about our wedding night.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

You don't half piss me off.

When was the last time you took your meds?

I am taking my meds. I've got a big case.

Lithium?

They numb me, Val, OK?

It's like watching my life on TV

except we're at your Dad's house and there's shit reception.

Showing your age.

- I can't. - OK.

- I can't do this. - OK.

(MELANCHOLIC LAUGH)

OK. Just... (INDISTINCT)

Please... Hmm?..tread lightly.

- Mm-hmm.Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

I better go.

Sorry! Thank you. Thank you.

(SIGHS)

I um...

Nah.

You know if you... if you...

woulda come to me in the first place and told me your truth,

I'd have backed you to the hilt.

We could have investigated your mum's case together.

Who'd trust anyone with that kind of information

before they knew them properly?

Well, I've never discussed my childhood with anyone

since I left home, so...

What does 'properly' mean?

I'm so sorry I hurt you, Steve.

Y'know, the guys I normally go for aren't your type...

and they're never that pale.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

But I did.

Yeah, as bait. (CLEARS THROAT)

After that.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Unfilled prescriptions? Yeah, going back months.

Alright, Maggy, for your record, I take it back.

He has never historically been this stupid.

He's just been seen coming through the main foyer.

For my sake, do not fuck the bear.

- Go, go, go, go! - Alright!

And that's my point.

You've never seen him this bad - before? - No, I said 'stupid'.

He has been this bad before, but not without his meds.

What did you do then? Well, I... covered his back.

Which is a little bit not-like and completely opposite to

'watching his arse'!

And what did he mean by 'for my sake'?

Have you checked the vape from the crime scene for drugs?

Er, yeah, it's clear. - Boss, can I have a word? - Shoot.

Um, I wanted to talk- I think you should rehire Dominique.

I think you should stop thinking with your dick.

Leave it, eh, Steve? No, I have to try.

Try what? I don't know how to say this,

but this investigation is totally shoot from the hip.

Are you sure you didn't drop the ball all those years ago?

You know what I hate Steve? Liars!

She didn't... lie. Ah! "Alternative facts."

OK, Boss, you bang on about how we deal in certainties.

Oh, so you do listen!

You're a great teacher, so why don't you teach Dominique?

Because she doesn't have facts, Boss.

She has doubts and she does not deserve to be this tormented.

Give her another shot Boss or— Don't say it.

Or what?

Or I will leave as well.

- Ooh! I accept. - You do?

I accept your resignation.

Wow! I didn't know I was meant to be here.

How did you?

We checked two others before this.(CHUCKLES)

I thought I was coming to charge you,

but I persuaded Haroon Waseem to withdraw a formal complaint.

Who's 'we'?

(WOLFE LAUGHS)

Salary, Sanity, Surveillance. MI6-6-6. (LAUGHS)

Oh, now it's The Incredibles!

(LAUGHS)

I was forced to come, but I could've been asked.

Don't be a dick, Wolfe.

You're scaring the people who evidently care about you the most.

You're the least scared-looking people I've ever seen.

Nobody's ganging up on you Wolfe,

but we all think your behaviour is well-off!

Pfft! (SMACKS LIPS)

We found unfilled prescriptions in your office drawer.

You've gone through my drawers? Wolfe, stop.

(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) You lied about being on the meds.

Your behaviour in a post-mortem was...

(NORMAL VOICE) ..hyper, reckless and...

(DISTORTED VOICE)..illegal.

You bulldozed a funeral.

It was a 'matham'.

And you just went and fired Steve.

Fuck Steve.

(ALL IN DISTORTED VOICE) We're all speaking as individuals.

(LAUGHS MANICALLY, MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY)

Can I say, A:

How much I respect your time and patience with me,

and for having the guts for a confrontation. Ah?

We just need you to stop bombing-off behind everybody's backs.

Wolfe what're doing? I can't stand blood, fresh blood.

Be my guest. Test it. Test it!

The prescriptions you found are for standby,

but they expired.

Last month's was filled.

It takes three weeks for the meds to take effect,

but they're a week overdue. I've filed some complaints.

Welcome to my world, ladies.

I have work to do.

Is that Zara Alfridi?

Go and find out. I shouldn't even be here.

Wherever we go next, I'm gonna need a proper drink,

otherwise I'm gonna feign fainting for a brandy.

This is nearly everyone at dawn prayers.

I can't do early prayers without chucking up,

and there's a few other names missing,

but I've got the word out, and people are signing-up.

These are already sensitive people, y'know?

I'm guessing one of them wasn't, Zara.

That's why we need their prints.

They won't consent to digital versions going into the system.

Fine. We're famed for our work with ink on paper.

They get automatically destroyed within a month

once they're ruled out.

Uh-uh.

You rule them out on the day, and you destroy them on the day.

I can guarantee that. We've got shredders.

Or you can bring your own fire.

I'm so sorry. That was really bad taste.

Don't you need someone else's permission to make that work?

Oh, categorically yeah, but they rarely say no to me.

Well, let's see who turns up then.

Who the hell said-

You can't swear at a mosque.

Who in their right mind agrees to destroy print evidence?

It's 101 for CID, 'keep everything'.

Yeah and I'm not happy about the sister of the victim being

here to supervise a process.

The community asked Zara to shred the cards the minute we're done.

But what if we get a hit and have to hold back for obvious reasons?

Redact the names before - we hand them back. - Yeah.

Well, whatever he's done, he's brought 'em in, so, good on him.

Till he opens his mouth again.

I'd better go and introduce myself.

Alsalaamu alaikum.

GATHERING: Wa-alaikum alsalaam.

Ladies and gentlemen, friends of Abdullah.

Which is why we're all here.

My name is Professor Wolfe Kinteh.

And what we need you to do today will take less than 20 minutes.

If the gentlemen line up and go to that desk,

and the ladies line up and go to that desk,

please leave your fingerprints.

After which, Zara Alfridi will take care of your information,

as requested.

That is, unless your prints create cause for concern.

If you've nothing to hide, you've nothing to fear.

After this process-

After this process,

could you please take the positions you occupied on the day, please?

I'm DCI Betsy Chambers,

and I'm actually in charge of the investigation.

Any questions, I'll be over there.

- OK. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Anything?

Nothing even close.

There's four spaces.

Faisal didn't want to come, full stop.

Yeah, and Mo's got the squits. We don't want him here.

Listen, they were both driving school buses by seven that day.

What about Haroon?

Well, I left him packing but he said he was gonna-

Sorry to keep everyone waiting.

I've loaded the car.

Whenever you're ready, we can head straight to the airport.

Just because it says three hours before departure,

nobody actually does.

The excess baggage alone is gonna keep us busy for an hour.

How can I help?

Can you join the congregation where you stood that morning?

MAN: That's where he was.

We need your prints. Will you come with me?

Just need to get my shoes.

Take your time. I need mine too.

Last one.

All done.

- No. - Hmm?

(GRUNTS)

Who's number four? MAN: Ahh, it was Osman.

Osman Choudhary. Lives in the Cranberry Hill estate.

Get me the address, get us a warrant, and send me back-up.

In that order.

Hey. For your information, I've been clean for over four years.

Is 'clean' the word, when you supply kids?

I've seen the state of some of your customers.

If they turn up wasted, they're looking for somewhere safe.

Abdullah knew that, but he thought I encouraged 'a process'.

Whether he was right or wrong, won't change my position, Professor.

We don't sell them anything.

They don't even want water.

HAROON: It's now or never.

No, Haroon, it's not happening!

Zara—I'm not going.

We went to a lot of trouble to get the house in both names.

We both have to be there on signature, for crying out loud!

I want that little shit, Osman, strung up.

The only thing Abdullah ever did wrong

was making that shifty little bastard feel welcome!

Hey, hey, Zara. Calm down.

Having a name does not mean evidence.

And even if it did, that court case is a long way off.

Thank you for today.

Take your flight and do something nice for yourself.

I'll personally keep you informed.

I warned him about exactly this.

That coulda been a lynch mob. Come on. I want you with me.

What do I tell him?

Wolfe! She's coming with me. Yeah?

Zara!

In the meantime,

Abdullah stays within my care as evidence

until we get the job finished.

Thank you.

(SIREN WAILS)

Dot, Dot, Dot!

Wolfe, Wolfe, Wolfe!

It's your fault half the staff aren't here.

(SIGHS)

What you thinking?

That was very straightforward. What are you thinking?

Never is, though.

(SIRENS WAIL)

How do you cope with the sound?

I actually find it relaxing.

I forget, they're usually always dead by the time you lot show up.

- Go round the back. - Yes, Ma'am.

Osman Choudhary, this is the police with a warrant for your arrest.

Osman!

Police!

(MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE)

Suddenly, it's my show.

How do you know?

Purple face, Betsy?

The Imam finished morning prayers.

He went into the kitchen.

Osman waited behind, then followed him in.

The Imam was obviously comfortable enough to stay seated

when they started speaking.

He was strangled after a struggle.

Centimetre diagonal scar. It's him.

If he was topped for what he knows, the Imam's murder was a team job.

So, now the killer's - forced to improvise. - Mm-hmm.

Burn the evidence, make it look like it was a fridge fire.

Shear the wires first.

Now we need an accelerant.

All that's around...

hand sanitiser.

Ethyl alcohol. Glycerine.

Pour it on the floor, drag the body on top to make sure it burns.

Right, but I need to be out of the building to have an alibi.

So, I need a wick.

Elastane and acrylic.

A sock.

(SHUTTER CLICKS)

His auction's about to close for a pair of shoes.

Hundred and sixty quid.

For these?

And these.

When was the last time you saw a pair of these?

Today. Haroon. He nicks shoes.

He nicked Haroon's shoes!

He goes to get a sock

to use as a wick... Mm-hm. ..to buy him time to get away.

But, he doesn't wear the shoes. Why not?

(SIGHS) Didn't want to offend Allah under any circumstances?

(PHONE RINGS)

Betsy. Have you bagged him?

Not in that sense.

Hiya, Betsy. You'd better get him here.

Well, the state of him— I'll be driving. What's the MO?

Strangulation.

Wow.

Alright.

Sorry, Wolfe!

(ENGINE STARTS)

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Go, go, go, go, go! That's right.

That's er- dun't matter!

- Bets. - Dot.

Yeah, no, I’m at the airport. And, er, he’s in the airport.

- What? - Yeah, just— can you hold on the line? Cheers.

Wolfe!

(INDISTINCT INTERCOM)

- Sorry... Oh!Excuse me.Oh! - Sorry.

Alright, alright. Thank you. Alright.

Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.

Passport please.

I don't need a passport because I'm going to... Newcastle!

Betsy says you've got to wait here! That's an order!

Forensics.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, he's bought a fucking ticket.

He's airside!

And Security won't let me through.

I'll get backup. We're on the way.

Haroon Waseem, you are under arrest.

Excuse me?

I'm afraid not, Haroon.

He's not to be excused.

Can we get some help here? This guy's scaring me pregnant fiancé!

I don't know what it is, but it's not nothing.

Haroon, what's going on?

Osman Choudhary was dead when we got there.

You went there this morning to get your shoes, didn't you, Haroon?

You were going to use the line up as your alibi, yes?

What shoes?

Scream for help!

This's gone beyond a joke now.

This's a guy with issues who's been stalking us previously.

The shoes that Osman Choudhary nicked whilst Haroon

murdered your brother!

Hey, we're on our own here, with this nutter.

Wolfe!

We just want to board our plane.

If that was the last thing you did this morning

before coming to the line-up, the shoes will be in your carry-on.

Open the bag, Haroon!

Show us the shoes that'll have yours and Osman Choudhary's DNA.

We are not missing this flight because of him.

- Open the bag, Haroon. - Ha!

Police! Everybody stay back. Stay back.

(GRUNTS)

Alright, alright- What the fuck?!

You let her go, right now!

We're gonna walk slowly to the exit.

Give me a clear path! Armed response, now!

I'll let her go!

We're eastbound on the travelator at Terminal 1.

I'll break her neck!

You told him, didn't you?

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

You couldn't resist telling Abdullah I was pregnant before we left.

I had a right to tell him how proud I was of my expanding family, so?

To rub his nose in it?

Abdullah went for me!

What was he supposed to do? I'm the Imam's sister!

For two more weeks, he didn't need to know!

You knew what he'd do!

He went for me. Of course he did!

Wolfe, shut the fu-

He probably was banking on it! Weren't you, Hazza? Huh?

Zara, the only reason he went there was to shut down the only

other man you've ever listened to.

If he knew you, he'd know you only listen to yourself.

Wolfe!

(GRUNTS)

(THUD)

(DOT COUGHING)

DISTANT: Armed Police, step back!

Great move, missus. You ok?

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND CLAMOUR)

Are you OK, darling? Do you need medical attention?

No, don't waste it on me. Where's he off to?

There's not a mark on me, by the way.

(KNOCKING)

I thought you were pizza.

I've been called worse. Oh, wait, say that again.

I have a joke about inches.

What do you want, Wolfe?

Chance to put things right.

You're going to help prove my mum innocent?

That kind of right?

No-one can promise you that, Dominique.

What we will do though, is look at all of the facts.

- You serious? - Yours or mine?

We'll do it together. As a team. Peer supervision.

I'll see you at your stations first thing.

We have a lot of prep.

(SIGHS)

Wolfe!

"If we make ricin and botch it, everyone in this building

could be dead in thirty six hours."

"Nearer seventy two." (BEEP)

Inevitably appreciated. (CHUCKLES)

If I were you, I'd have awaited the outcome, though.

Nevertheless.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(STARTS PLAYLIST ON PHONE)

♪ I can see clearly now, the rain has gone

♪ I can see all obstacles in my way

♪ Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind

♪ It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day

♪ It's gonna be a bright, bright sun-shining day

♪ I think I can make it now, the pain has gone... ♪

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