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- Bye, Grace. Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Bye, Maksim.

So, did you enjoy the party?

Anastacia,
your shoelace!

Go, go, go!

Get in.

Go. Go. Go. Go. Go!

Silent Witness
Season 18 - Episode 07

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Sync: Marocas62

"Squaring the Circle"
Part 1 of 2

Get a translator.

I want statements
from the two bodyguards.

DI Parks.

- Nikki Alexander.
- Jack Hodgson.

It's a large
gunshot entry wound.

Scalloping and satellite holes.

Do we know who she is?

Sofia Teplov.
Registered nanny.

According to the party hosts, she
looks after Anastacia Bazhanov,

daughter of Maksim Bazhanov.

We believe he was
the real target.

Well, the wound is central and
close-range.

Maybe she confronted the gunman.

And died protecting her charge.

What can you tell me about
the gunman?

Well, he left two men injured,
one fatality.

Firing three cartridges from here.

- Professional hit man?
- Could be.

The hit man received four gunshot
wounds himself - all small-arms fire.

And the blood trail shows
that he moved this way...

eventually collapsing here.

The shots stopped him, but they
didn't kill him instantly.

He bled out where he fell.

OK,
we got tyre marks here -

motorbike or
moped wheel spin.

And there's blood here too,

suggesting that the
rider was also hit.

And here, too.

So the blood trail heads
in that direction...

Into the heart of the City,

the most photographed
square mile in Europe.

CCTV and numberplate recognition
should do the rest.

- I'm impressed.
- We aim to please.

But we've got two bodies,
a gunman on the loose

and no sign of the target.

So let's not congratulate ourselves
just yet, eh?

Close grouping of gunshot wounds
over the cardiac shadow.

Almost certainly involving
the heart.

Historic injuries
to the abdomen,

left arm...

..and right thigh.

Probably also gunshot wounds.

- Gang member?
- Could be military.

Blood type tattooed
on his chest.

Standard practice
for British troops,

in case they need to be
treated in the field.

Who's Parks's friend?
Don't look!

Justine Greenwood.

Lady Chairman
of the City Assembly.

Serving her third term

and extremely influential
in the Square Mile.

- She polices the police.
-

Iron fist in a velvet glove.

Multiple needle marks
on the left arm.

Evidence of past infection.

The septum also shows signs of
erosion.

Drug addict?

Looks like it.

There's extensive scarring between
the fingers. And the toes.

Looks like scabies.

- Sleeping rough?
- Possibly.

Whoever he was,
he'd fallen a long way.

Have you found the second gunman?

We tracked him to Hackney.
Then he disappears.

Any working theories?

Oligarchs attract a lot of interest -
not all of it good.

We have several
lines of inquiry open.

I have every confidence you'll
bring it to a swift conclusion.

Your record speaks volumes,
Sarah.

Thank you.

I don't need to tell
you that Mr. Bazhanov

is an important
figure in the City.

This needs to be handled
sensitively.

Sensitively?

As far as the press
are concerned,

we'll take the line that today's
incident was random and unprovoked.

We avoid talk of hit men,

soft-pedal Russian involvement.

And no mention of Maksim Bazhanov.

Kristina.

Kristina!

Thank God you're OK.
I was so worried.

Where's Anastacia?

I've just put her on a jet
to New York.

Kolya will look after her.

What's going on, Maksim?

It's not safe for her here.

Maksim.
What do you mean?

Maksim.

So we're moving to New York?

You could have warned me...
We are not moving.

What do you mean?

I want a divorce.

Anastacia will live with me.

Are you serious?

There's not a judge in the country
who'll grant you custody.

Well, perhaps when they
hear about your affairs,

drug-taking.
Huh?

Misha, please.

We can make changes.
I really want this to work.

For Christ's sake, Kristina, our
marriage has been dead for years.

Today I nearly died too.

Meaning?

Well, nobody else knew I would be
at Lev's party.

And you think I had something
to do with it?

You go to all these parties.
But not this one.

So what was so
special about today?

Do you really believe I would put
our own daughter's life in danger?

Damn you for even thinking that!

- Then who?
- I don't know.

Then who else knew I'd be there?!

Your bodyguards, Sofia,
Anastacia of course.

Just calm down.

Just calm down, let's talk.

Misha!
Where are you going now?

Maksim!

Maksim!

Italian-made combat shotgun.

Designed to drop your
enemy with one shot,

so it's very popular with
the special forces.

Even if you had that
kind of training,

why risk a full-frontal assault?

- You'd have to be crazy.
- Or desperate.

We should send
his mugshot to the MOD.

Already done it.

But if these guys are ex-SAS,

we're unlikely to get
chapter and verse, trust me.

Then we push harder, don't we?

If we find out who the shooter is,
odds are we find his accomplice, too.

If you think you can do better,
you're very welcome to try.

What have you got?

We didn't get any
matches for his prints or DNA.

He's no personal possessions, the
labels have been cut out of his clothes,

which are second,
third-hand at best.

He travelled light.

There's something here.
Grab me some scissors?

Thanks.

Sewing valuables
into your clothes!

That's an old soldiers' trick.

- MB52.
- That's Subutex.

It's a heroin
substitute. Similar to methadone.

So he was trying to get clean?

Something like this would be
prescription-only, right?

He could have sourced
it from the streets.

Possibly, but it's much more
expensive than methadone, pretty rare.

We should check out drop-in clinics,

homeless shelters,
British Legion,

see if anyone knows him.

I'll get the boys on it.

We're checking local
hospitals too -

see if anyone's presented with
gunshot wounds.

However we do it,

the top priority now is to
find the missing gunman.

There's likely to be a lot of press
interest in this case.

So any and all communication
comes through my office, OK?

No talking out of school.

We've done this kind of thing
before, you know.

I'm very glad to hear it.

Looks like we've got a live one.

DI Parks,
to see Maksim Bazhanov.

We spoke.

Lewis Milton. Head of Security.
Shall we?

Penthouse.

DI Parks.

I'm afraid we have no
idea where Mr. Bazhanov is.

Like most of our residents,

he only uses the
apartment occasionally.

When he's in London on business,
entertaining.

- But he was here last night?
- Yes,

he's funding a new venture of
ours in Bishopsgate.

We're supposed to be
meeting tomorrow

to look over the architect's
plans, but...

And he's not been in contact?

Amy's been trying to get
hold of him ever since you called.

He's got properties in...

You would know if he'd
been in his apartment?

We don't have
CCTV inside the building.

The residents don't like it.
But I've got men on every floor.

He hasn't been in.

I'll need his
mobile phone number.

- Yeah, of course.
- And I'll need to see his apartment.

You have a warrant?

Within the hour.

Well, then, you're more than welcome
to come back.

Do you make a habit of obstructing
police business?

The men and women who own
these apartments,

they're some of the richest
people on this planet.

They've made their fortunes in oil,
gas, steel,

pretty dangerous businesses.

And when they come to London they
require two things:

privacy, security.

My sister and I, we make sure
they get them.

Then it looks like we're done here.

We're not trying
to be difficult,

but we've made
certain guarantees,

so discretion is vital.

Listen, I don't give a shit what
goes on behind closed doors.

But two people are dead.

And I want to ask Mr. Bazhanov why.

Anything?

No exit wound.

Some pellets under
the skin of her back

where elastic
recall stopped them.

Pellets would have expended
their energy inside the body,

causing massive internal trauma.

Rapid death?

Also, she was a mother.

From the shape of her cervix,

I would say she gave birth some time
in the last couple of years.

I found traces of Subutex
on her fingers.

Really?

We've just found Subutex sewn into
the shooter's jacket.

Was she taking it too?

Urine's clear.

Could the bodies have been
cross-contaminated?

No.
No, we bagged them at the scene.

Transported them separately,
autopsied them separately

- after a deep clean.
- So it's a possibility

she came into contact
with the shooter prior to the attack?

I'd say that's a distinct
possibility.

Nikki.

Why would you swallow your SIM
card...

..unless you had something to hide?

Serial number 0087-

485-062.

We'll need a full call history.

Thank you.

"A botched carjacking

"brought chaos to the
streets of London today."

- How do you want me to react?
- No mention of Bazhanov.

No mention of any Russians,
in fact.

Who do you think owns the paper
you're reading?

- They protect their own.
- Perhaps.

But you sense another force at
work...?

Don't you?

Parks seems keen on keeping
this thing as contained as possible,

she doesn't want us
asking the awkward questions.

- You don't know that.
- "Leave Bazhanov to me.

- "Leave the press to me."
- It's a high-profile career case.

Do you think she asked
the MOD about the shooter?

The MOD has a duty to protect former
soldiers, particularly

if they've been
involved in covert ops.

I'm looking for Dr. Alexander.

Come in.

Nikki.

- Hi.
- Maksim Bazhanov.

I've been asked to formally
identify Sofia Teplov.

She was our nanny.

She has no family here, so...

This way, please.

Call Parks.

That's Sofia.

I'm very sorry.

She's been with us since the day
Anastacia was born.

She saw more of our daughter than she
did her own.

She has a little girl - Marcia -

back in the Ukraine...

Did she have a boyfriend over here?

No, not that I know of.

Had she made any new
friends recently?

Had any problems?

It was Sofia, wasn't it?
She betrayed me.

It's one line of inquiry.

I trusted her with my daughter's
life.

They were so close...

Do you know who killed her?

Not yet.

How much would it cost for you to
tell me what you know, huh?

We're going to have to end this
conversation now.

The attack was no surprise. I've
been targeted for months now.

Targeted how?

Vandalism,
death threats,

a constant
campaign of harassment.

From business rivals?

Russian gangs?
Anticapitalists?

It's possible.

- What about the Russian state?
- Why not?

The attack has all the
hallmarks of modern Russia -

bribery and thuggery.

You've managed to fight
extradition to Russia

three times in as many years.

- They accuse you of fraud...
- Trumped-up charges.

But you did acquire
ownership of state

utilities in rigged auctions,
right?

Oil and gas companies worth
billions of dollars.

It was all perfectly legal.

It hasn't made you very popular with
the Kremlin.

They don't hate me because
of what I have.

They hate me for what I do.

The current regime is so corrupt
that only men with resources

can make difference.

So I fund
opposition parties,

I bankroll newspapers critical of the
government.

I even pay for a limousine
to drive round Red Square

with billboards on the roof,
denouncing the President

as a crook and a terrorist.

And you're paying the price now?

You tell me.

My apologies, Mr. Milton.

I should have
contacted you at work.

But I wanted to talk to you alone.

If you were after
a private chat,

you should have left
the monkey at home.

Now you, too, sweetheart.

I've come a long way.

Don't you want to know who I am?

Well, I know what an FSB thug
looks like.

Then I'll get to the point.

There is something, someone,

I need access to in
the Elysium building.

I'd like you to help me.

No chance.

I am willing to pay.

US$ 200,000 in cash.

Half upfront,
half on delivery.

More than enough for a deposit
for a new home.

Or do you like it here in Lambeth?

Of course.

You have a family near here,
don't you?

Perhaps we should talk to them.

What, my toxic ex-wife

- and a kid that hates me?
- US$ 400,000.

There is nothing you can say

that will make me
betray my employers.

So why don't you
take your bad hair

and Uncle Josef here

and piss...right...off?

Penthouse.

Thank God you're OK.

I'm OK. Don't worry, I'm OK.

Hey.

I should have come straight to you.

I had to see Anastacia off.
I'm sorry.

How is she?

She loved Sofia.

To see
her gunned down like that...

Sofia was like family.

I can't believe it.

We trusted her.
She turned on us.

I should be dead.

Hey.
Don't say that.

Well, after today,
things will have to be different.

You know that, don't you?

Stay here at the
Elysium for a while.

You'll be safe here.

Kristina might not like it,
but...

I've asked her for a divorce.

I don't want to have to live a lie
any more.

Life's too short.

We had a visit from DI Parks
earlier.

I've spoken to her.
She understands the situation.

International investors are...

extremely
security-conscious people.

We can't have
gunfights on the front pages.

I said I'll keep a lid on it.

Any idea who's responsible?

It was a professional hit,
but beyond that...

We'll review our security
protocols tonight.

Change the access codes,
hire more personnel.

We'll do our bit.

You do yours.

Find these shooters and shut this
thing down.

We're moving heaven and earth.

You're a good ally, Justine.

Which is why our business and others
like it guarantee your re-election.

But it's moments like this

our faith in you
needs to be repaid.

Working hard?

Always.

That's my girl.

I know Daniel asks a lot,

but this job could open
a lot of doors for you,

so...

make the most of it, eh?

I'm trying.

I thought we could get
a takeaway tonight.

Watch some rubbish TV?

I'd love to, Mum.
But...

I'm going to be here till
midnight, if I'm lucky.

Another time, then. Get a cab home.

Don't wait up.

I don't recognise this city any
more.

I don't recognise you.

Isn't that the whole point?

- Anastacia?
- No, that's Marcia,

Sofia's baby.

Her room was pretty sparse.

Photos, mementos, icons of
Russian saints.

So she was religious.

And homesick.

Look at this.

Nine one-way tickets
from Kiev to London.

Booked two days ago.

The same day, she gets a
house in south London -

a year's rent paid in advance.

She was getting the whole family out
of Ukraine.

Yeah, parents, grandparents,
the lot.

Prepared to sacrifice
one man's life

to save nine more.

The shooters must have
known this was her weak spot

and worked on it.

They probably intended to kill her
all along, when the time came.

The things we do for love.

Have you got kids?

A little girl - Lucy. She's a
terror. You?

No, I never met the right woman.

Lucy's father was gone
before her first birthday.

I don't regret it.

And no, I haven't replaced him,

if that's what
you're really asking.

Just passing the time of day.

Of course.

Come here!
Get down on your knees!

Leave London
or you'll be next.

How many shall I run off?
30 more.

Didn't have any plans tonight,
did you?

I think we should postpone.

No, this is Bazhanov's last chance.

They've changed the access codes
of the Elysium.

So we change the plans.

He either leaves London or we
attack.

Backing out now makes us look weak.

If we can't get to him at the
Elysium, we hit him elsewhere.

We can't be the ones that blink
first.

Death or glory?

I owe it to the other guys.

All those who did their bit,

then came home to find their
city sold from underneath them.

Their neighbourhoods,
their communities,

even their bloody football teams -
all gifted to rich foreigners.

The politicians may have given
London away,

but we're going to take it back.
Piece by piece.

I love it when you talk dirty.

Can you stay?

No, my mum'll be waiting up.

I have to be a good little girl,
don't I?

Now I've seen the
error of my ways.

You've never been a
good little girl.

That's always been my problem.

- Ready to go?
- Ready.

- Got your packed lunch?
- Yes.

- Book bag?
- Yes.

Cardigan on the right way round?

Come here, there she is.

Come on, let's do your hair.

There now.

How do I look?

Perfect.

Sofia made three calls yesterday.
All to the same mobile number.

- The timing fits with the shooting.
- Then we can put a trace on it.

I know.
Calling Parks now.

This is the third one in as many
weeks.

One of our boys recognised
the handwriting.

Brought it straight to me.

- Is that Matreyashiev?
- And his mistress.

His wife was out
of town at the time of the attack.

A week later, Matreyashiev sells up
and moves to Monaco.

Do you blame him?

Before them,
it was the Nigerians.

Then Mayfair.

Were they responsible
for the attack on Maksim?

Could be.

The DVD came with
another ultimatum

warning Mr. Bazhanov
to quit London

or face the consequences.

We need to go to the police.

Do you really think Maksim wants the
police crawling all over his affairs?

For God's sake, Daniel!
His life is in danger.

We talk to Maksim first.

If we go to the police,
the press will be all over it.

He'll be on the front pages
looking like a man on the run.

He can't afford that, Yas.
Nor can we.

He needs to show the world
he's untouchable.

Yeah.
And what if he's not?

What if they CAN get to him?

The calls retrieved
from Sofia's SIM card

were linked to a phone in this area.

A couple of illegals on the first
floor say there's a man

sleeping rough in the basement.

Team in position.

OK.
Permission to force entry.

Copy that.

Move in.

Gunshot wound to the shoulder.

The edges of the wound
are puckered

and there's some scabbing.

Also some aerated drying blood -

so this was recent,

but not immediately before death.

The rider.

No prizes for guessing
what DID kill him.

The line of the cut is jagged,

meaning that the skin
and muscle was slack

when it was cut. If you
pull someone's head back

to cut their throat,

then the skin would be taut
and the cut straight, so...

His head was pushed forward
when his throat was cut.

If this was done by an amateur,

you might expect to see the head
pulled back like you see in the movies.

I'd say whoever did this

has military training

or experience in
hand-to-hand combat.

Obviously his throat was cut
in the bed.

Maybe he fell or perhaps he managed to
lunge out of the bed when he was attacked.

Yeah, drag patterns
in the blood

indicate he was trying to pull
himself in this direction.

If the entrance is over there,
then why go that way,

if you're trying to escape?

Unless he wasn't trying to escape.

He was trying to protect himself.

Bazhanov's due
back at the Elysium at 3pm.

I checked the garage
and he left this morning

in a grey Range Rover.

He ignored our warning -
he's still here.

I'm sending you the details now.

The doors close in ten seconds,
Maksim.

I've been here for three years

and this is the first time
I've been on this thing.

My kids bug me to take them,

but I've never seen the point
of going from nowhere to nowhere.

You obviously like it here.

I can see the attraction,

though it's a pity to
see a Russian child

being educated abroad.

We never regretted it.

Keep telling yourself that, Maksim.

An exile always has regrets.

I have never felt at home
anywhere as much as I do in London.

Which is why I'm going to make
you a one-time offer.

I know what's happening here.

And I want it to stop.

You will call off the dogs.

And let me live my life in peace.

And in return, I will give the
Russian state 1 billion dolars.

You've always been
a very generous man, Maksim,

and a decisive one.

I admire you much more
than you realise.

There was a time, back in Moscow,
when we were young,

that I hoped that you and I might...

But you always had your eyes
on the bigger prize.

Kristina had the connections.

She was a much more
useful acquisition.

It was not a business transaction.

But there is a problem
with always wanting more.

Greed is dangerous.

It encourages you
to ever greater risks.

You knew the rules.

Make your money,

pay your dues,
don't meddle in politics.

But your ego always gets
the better of you.

So you ridicule the President.

You plot against him.

This is personal now.

I promised the President
your heart on a plate.

And that is exactly
what I am going to give him.

Thanks.

How many units have you sold?

All but four units.

Who said you can't
sell thin air?

It's very impressive, Daniel.

Yeah.

It'll be the most expensive
residential property in the world.

Not bad for a second-generation
immigrant, huh?

I'm sure nobody thinks of you
like that.

Not any more, they don't.
Not any more.

It's me again.

The architect's here,
so just wondering where you are.

Call me.

I'm sure he'll be here soon.

Get out the car.

Get out the car.

Get him!

Hold him still.

You should have heeded our warnings,
Maksim.

Get him!

Maksim...!

Maksim, what the hell happened?

Based on the serial numbers,

the guns are definitely
ex-British Army.

So the MOD has been
a little more forthcoming.

Our shooter is Archie Grant,
the rider is Graham Bowles.

Both former members of
the 12th Airborne regiment.

The suspicion is Bowles and Grant
turned mercenary

after leaving the SAS, working
for private military companies

in Russia, the Caucasus, the
Ukraine, rescuing kidnap victims...

Which could've put them into
contact with the Russian state.

Exactly. Hiring Grant and
Bowles to hit Bazhanov

would have been simple and discreet.

But isn't it strange
to use British hitmen,

rather than one of their own?

You mean why take a chance
using outsiders?

I was just finishing up
and I was wondering

if you fancied going for a drink.

Well, we could go for a drink.

And then a bite to eat.

And then some awkward chit-chat
as you walk me to the Tube.

Or we could just go to my place.

Don't think I'm easy, Jack.

Just...
very time-efficient.

OK.

Hello?

Hello, Kristina.

Leave London or you'll be next.

Are you sure it was them?

He spoke with an English accent.

They wore balaclavas,
had baseball bats.

They said I should have
heeded their warnings.

I'm calling the police.

I have to leave London.

I can't fight on so many fronts.

You can't leave, not after
everything you've achieved.

I'll call the police,
we'll get in extra security.

You can't let them win.

It's not safe for me here any more.

For Anastacia's sake,
we have to leave.

We can start over.

New York?

Los Angeles?

We can be together properly,

live a normal life.

I can't just walk out on Daniel.

We haven't spent a night apart
since we were 16.

Our lives are here, my life is here.

I won't change my mind, Yasmin.

I'm going to wind
up my businesses,

sell the properties,
finalise my divorce.

Come with me.

Come with me, please.

Why do you hate us so much?

Because you stole from your country.

There is no greater sin, Kristina.

Please, you don't have to do this.

You stole from people like me -
ordinary citizens

trying to better themselves.

And you bought yourself this.

I can get you money.

I want Maksim.

No.

He's hiding in the Elysium...

he knows we are watching him,

I want you to draw him out.

You must be out of your mind!

If you do this for me,

you can keep it all.

The money, the houses, the planes,
your daughter.

It can all be yours.

So think very carefully,
Kristina...

..because I won't ask you again.

Do we have a deal?

Go to hell!

I would never betray my husband
to the likes of you.

Stop!

Are you completely insane?

- Daniel, please...
- He's a married man, Yas.

He's divorcing Kristina.

- He wants to be with me.
- This is nuts.

How long has this
been going on for?

Nine months,
give or take.

- I love him, Daniel.
- Yeah, clearly.

And what about Doshi & Doshi, hmm?

I can still help.

What, from a condo on Venice Beach?

We always planned to expand,
now we can.

It's taken us half our lives
to beat that lot.

It's the same people that pushed
out the bankruptcy,

said we'd amount to nothing.

Now they're begging to invest in us
and you just want to walk away from it!

I don't want that life any more.

I want a normal life,

the life we never had -

me, Maksim, Anastacia,
maybe kids of our own.

No-one could have done what we've
done, Yas.

We were kids,
we had nothing,

- and now we've got all this.
- Yeah, and does it make you happy?

It made us both happy.

Why can't you give me your blessing?

Look, I love you...

and I would never want
to do anything to hurt you,

but things have changed.

What are you going to do when they
come after you in the US?

There are people out there that
want Maksim dead.

Is that what you want, to be a
fugitive for the rest of your life?

- It wouldn't be like that.
- And when they catch up with you,

do you want to be buried
over there or over here, hmm?

- Don't.
- You will never be safe, Yas.

Is he really worth it?

Yes, he is.

Well, I hope he knows what he's
taking on.

Hello.

I'm Jack.

You must be Lucy.

I'm six.

Are you?

Good.
Good.

I'm a friend of your mum's.

Do you know where she is?

She's outside talking to Dad.

Why are you wearing my mum's
bathrobe?

Good question.

Dyadya Kolya vodil
tebya v Tsentralny Park?

Da, ya lyublyu loshchadei.
My katalis v karete.

Khorosho, dorogaya.
Ya lyublyu tebya.

Ya seichas govorit ne mogu.

V sleduyushchii raz my uzhe
pogovorim ne po telefonu.

Ya lyublyu tebya, Papa.

Kristina.

I'd like to meet you...

to go over the terms of this
divorce you are insisting on.

We don't need to meet.

That's what we pay lawyers for.

I would prefer, for our daughter,
a more civilised approach.

As would I.

Meet me at Liverpool Street
Station in half an hour.

Are you OK?

Anastacia says
she tried to call you last night

but couldn't get hold of you.

Hello.

We can't risk going after
Bazhanov again.

We have to.
Haven't you been hurt enough?

We've been on this guy for
months. We hit him again tonight.

How? I can't be sure that we'll be
able to get in and out cleanly.

It's never going to be
handed to us on a plate.
There's always going to be risks.

If you want to walk,
I won't stand in your way.

Screw you.

This is as much my fight
as it is yours.

Or perhaps you think you're the only
one that's had to make sacrifices?

I had to beg my mum for
forgiveness...

tell her she was right all along.

I've lived with her lectures
and insults

just so I could get this job,
get close to Bazhanov.

Which is why we can't quit now,
why we have to stay strong.

We need to drive these parasites
from London.

Don't underestimate me.

- I don't.
- I've always believed in you,

believed in this.

I'm worried about you.

Don't.

Help me.

Let's finish what we started.

My God,
what did those cowards do to you?

Forgive me, please.

Are they here now?

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

It's OK, just stay with me.
Stay with me.

I won't let them win.

We'll be in touch,
Mr. Bazhanov.

Take this.

And go straight to Anastacia, OK?

Send her my love.

Tell her I'll see her soon.

Take care of yourself, Misha.

I'm happy to keep doing this
all night,

so I'll ask you again -

when did you contact
Grant and Bowles?

How did you find them?

I'm glad you find it entertaining.

- I find you very entertaining.
- I'm sorry?

I'm a legal attache
in this country.

I have diplomatic immunity.

My embassy is instructing
this police station as we speak

to release me immediately.

So unless you don't want to commit
career suicide,

I'd suggest we end this right now.

Sometimes it's better to say
nothing

and look the other way, DI Parks.

Is that it?

Hey.

- I've missed you.
- I missed you, too.

I've just got our travel arrangements
confirmed.

I've got the details there.

You've been busy.

Before you look at that,
I have something else for you.

I've been carrying it around for
weeks.

It's beautiful.

May I?

Well, this wasn't quite how
I was imagining it, but...

Are you OK?

I haven't been very honest with you.

What do you mean?

I've tried to be, but...

but it's been hard, and now things
are moving so quickly and...

I want you to know that it's
you I love.

It'll always be you.

Please try to understand.

Please tell me what's wrong.

Well, I take my hat off to you,
Sarah,

you've done a great job
at keeping this quiet.

Wait till you see tomorrow's
headlines -

oligarchs, spies, guns.

You've made London look like
the Wild West.

I'm just doing my job.

People's lives are at stake.

I can't control what
the press writes.

I told you to keep Bazhanov
out of it.

I take my orders from
the Chief Super.

And he takes his from me.

Think very carefully
about your next move, Sarah.

There's more than just your future
at stake now.

Shit.

"Maksim: Forgive me."

Penthouse.

Maksim?

Maksim?!

A young woman is dead!

Bazhanov is a crucial witness,
if not a suspect.

We need to bring him in.

Whatever's going on, please call me.

Do this for me
and I guarantee

that by tonight you'll have reached
your £100,000 target.

You'll be in her debt
forever.

And Lucy lives.

Don't let a killer walk free.

They've got something.

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