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Frankie, this is going nowhere.

MEN LAUGH AND CHATTER, CAR PASSES BY

ON TV: 'Hello, America. Welcome to Fact Or Fiction!'

APPLAUSE AND CHEERS ON TV

TV CONTINUES

BED CREAKS

HE PANTS

Was he still alive when that was carved into his back?

The blood spurts indicate that his circulation was still active.

Dead bodies don't bleed.

Sorry, Mr Carstairs.

MUFFLED SCREAMS

LIFT RINGS

Maid service.

SHE MUMBLES TO HERSELF

Good morning, sorry to disturb.

What a good idea.

HE SIGHS

Ooh...

Tomas Barac...

meet Dave Marvin.

Dave Marvin, meet Tomas Barac.

Nice.

Oh...

Peter, baby! Andy. Been a while. It has.

Um, this is Dave Marvin, my right-hand man. Hello. Hi.

Is there somewhere we can talk? We can get a room, if you like (!)

HE SNIFFS Stinks of sick round here.

Nice (!)

So where we going? Nowhere.

Peter... Look at your victim -

some scraggy old school teacher or something... Headmaster.

Out cottaging on the Heath when he was topped. Killed elsewhere,

but dumped in the car park. Your point? A four-year-old case where you've got nowhere.

Tomas Barac's fresh. This is big boy's crime.

Organised crime. Nothing cold and dusty here.

LIFT RINGS

I can use Tomas' murder against some of my targets.

His brother Roman will fight and it'll put the top players on edge

and let me get amongst them. What about Tomas' killer?

We'll get him, too, obviously. I just don't need anyone looking over my shoulder.

OK, do it in your name. I don't wanna see or hear about it.

As to the investigation, you work to my rules from my place, and my team has access to everything.

Nothing less.

OK, let's go. AMELIA: There in a sec.

OK, so what have we got? Tomas Barac - NCIS core nominal. Booked in last night.

Maid found him a few hours ago, called the local police.

They found his ID, hit the panic button. OK, one minute....Frankie?

It's all right to come in.

Eugh!

Death by asphyxiation. There are marks on the neck caused by the rope.

And the word "Sorry" appears to have been carved with a knife,

but obviously, I can't say that for sure yet.

I found traces of semen on the body and...

there's a bite mark in the hand between the thumb and the index finger.

Can you see that? Mm-hm. This is exactly the same as Carstairs.

HE SIGHS

We want an initial team of ten. ...Yeah.

Make that 20 detectives to the scene....Well, see what you can do.

Surveillance team. And we want a surveillance team....Profiler?

No, we've got one of those. Not like this, you haven't.

Yeah. Same as usual, if she's available.

All right, darling. Thank you.

CLAPS HIS HANDS Chop-chop! 'Bulmer's already working on organised crime, '

so it makes sense for him to investigate Tomas Barac's murder... Oh, God! Here they come.

..while we review the Carstairs case. So they'll have to move in here?

To make sure any possible links between the cases are identified.

Nothing to do with wanting to keep an eye on them.

You are so cynical! The Commissioner said it'd be better for both teams

if we worked under one roof. Now, which roof would you rather work under? This one.

Exactly.

SHOUTS: Let's do a little desk allocation here!

This is Det Sgt Mel Silver's desk! This is Det Insp Spencer Jordan's!

You can use that desk, that desk, or that desk.

Don't use either of these two desks, cos they're too close to my office.

Great. This is Greta Simpson, our profiler.

It's good to meet you. It's very good to meet you indeed. And you. We've got one of you.

Yes, and that's me. Dr... Foley....Foley.

I know your work. Yes...I know yours.

You can use this desk, if you want, Greta.

For God's sake! What?! I didn't know they did them that young.

As opposed to me being this old?!

I've just never seen a psychological profiler who looks quite like that!

OK. I'm sorry, Grace, I... It's all right, I can take it.

Did you hear her? "I know your work." Is she trying to impress me?

You know hers, why shouldn't she know yours? Well, I like to be more discreet about my work. Yeah.

You can't read women, can you?! Yeah! A little bit at a time.

Is she any good? Nope. She's all appearance, is she?

She's very good. What? She's very good.

Oh... I just don't like how she uses this side of her work.

In what way? She used to be a practising psychotherapist.

Now she's got a glittering career writing notes on her forensic work and selling it for a fortune.

So she's got a bit of money? Oh, you are pathetic.

I wouldn't swap you for the world... Want me to ask her if she's single?

Peter, don't forget we need to break the news to Roman Barac.

Was there a "we" in that sentence?

Bye, Peter.

He won't give us no problems. Just looks better, that's all. Why's that?

You are aware I put him down for money laundering, aren't you? No.

Yeah, he got five years.

That's the kind of detail I would have preferred to know before.

Where's Mr Barac? He's round the back, in the kitchen. Thank you.

Hello, Roman. The barman said we'd find you through here.

Oh, well... New barmen are easy to find.

This is Det Supt Boyd. I know who he is.

Very flattering. I assume you're not here on health and safety.

After you. Thank you.

Let's make this brief, shall we?

Please, sit down.

After you.

So, gentlemen... To what do I owe the pleasure?

Your brother's dead. He was found in a hotel this morning

where his body was... strangled.

He was strangled during a sexual encounter...

..with another man.

What?

That was all right, wasn't it?

Mr Barac?

Have you arrested anyone? Not yet.

Any ideas? Er, not at this moment... no.

He'll disappear. You can be sure of it.

Mr Barac, this is nothing to do with... Don't, please!

Breath is too precious to waste.

Were you aware that your brother was homosexual?

No, I must have missed that, all these years growing up with him (!)

Yeah, I suppose you did. Let's find the man who killed him and ask him.

I'll find that man. That doesn't involve you. That is MY job.

Do you understand?! Perfectly. Good. English is my first language. Good.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

What?

Everything OK? Yeah, yeah... Couldn't be better. Excuse me.

PETER: I'll see you later.

How'd it go? They loved me.

OK, so this time we've got a body. I should explain to you two why we put a hold on the Carstairs case.

The only evidence we got was semen found on Carstairs' body. Thank you.

What about DNA? Frankie managed to raise a DNA profile, but we couldn't get a match on the database.

So what you got on Carstairs? Ten weeks before he died,

Carstairs was arrested for gross indecency with this man - Graham Penn.

Do we know where Graham Penn is? No, but Carstairs and Penn were nicked in the same car park

where Carstairs was found dead. We assumed he was a regular there.

Penn's solicitor alleged they were fitted up. Nothing new there, then.

Penn disappeared when the case was dropped. And when it appeared in court, the CPS offered no evidence.

You'd assume police intervention. We had written statements from the arresting officers.

This time, we should get 'em in and grill 'em. We must find Penn.

I think you two are up to date. Thank you. Thank you, Greta.

Frankie gets all the help she needs....OK?! Yeah.

Tell them to hurry up, Mel! ...Come on!

Sorry we're late. All right. Hi, Greta.

All right, Peter? Yeah.

So, Frankie... So, Frankie darling, what we got?

Um... First, I can confirm that the DNA from the semen on Barac's body

is a match to the sample of semen on Carstairs. So Carstairs and Barac were killed by the same man.

Normally, yeah, but the bite mark is consistent with that of a woman according to jaw size and DNA.

I can't be certain at this stage, but all the secretions on the body AND the bed point to a woman.

So more than one person did it - a woman who bites, a man who kills? Could be a woman who kills. It...

Could be. Honey trap - gotta be. Some good-looking tart lures him into the room.

A bit of kinky tie-you-to-the-bed stuff, opens the door for the lads,

and goodnight, Tomas. A whole gang suddenly came over

feeling a bit bad and carved "Sorry" into his back (?)

And James Carstairs? Well... I'll leave that one to you, I think.

OK, let's... let's just try and approach this a little more, um...

sensibly, shall we?

Right. I reckon Tomas was into this scene. He checked into the room,

ordered some wine and two glasses. Social - has to be. How else would he let himself be tied up?

Only one glass was used....Right? Yeah, his fingerprints were on it.

The other one was clean. But I don't like how the semen was left. How do you like your semen left?

PHONE RINGS Yeah?

OK....The officers that arrested Penn are here.

DOOR OPENS

Thanks, I needed that. I was...

DOOR CLOSES

We were on our way to a call. Blues and twos.

As we approached the car park, the call was cancelled.

Gill turned into the car park to turn around and head back.

With the lights and the siren still on? Yeah.

Our headlights picked out the back of a dark-blue saloon car.

Next thing, the rear off-side door burst open and Penn ran toward the undergrowth.

When you say Penn, did you know him before you arrested him?

Sorry, no.

Technically, I should've said "The man I now know to be Penn", shouldn't I? Yeah, you should.

Anyway... I set off in immediate pursuit,

caught him, and walked him back to the car.

Gill was restraining Carstairs.

Sorry, the man I now know... Do you think he's lying? Oh, yes.

He can't keep eye focus with Spence, shifting focus all the time. Hmm.

To preserve his dignity, I held him while he pulled on some clothes.

Gill put Penn in the car, then we arrested them for gross indecency.

Simple as that. What about this one, then?

She seems to be extremely anxious. It's an intimidating situation.

It seems like there's more she'd like to tell us.

She was desperate to talk to you just then, Mel.

Why don't you get back in there and see what it is she has to say? Go on, Mel. OK.

DOOR OPENS

Sorry about that.

I meant to ask you, are you guys talking to PC Green as well?

Yeah, we will at some point. He was unavailable today.

We're interested in your account of what happened, so... What...?

That's Mel's tell. What d'you mean?

When she's lying, she fiddles with her earring. Does she?

Yeah. What's my tell? I'm not telling.

I ran to a dark-blue saloon car. Mr Carstairs was in the rear seat.

He was naked from the waist down. So what did you do?

I held him till PC Green returned... "To preserve his dignity." Then, to preserve his dignity...

What are they doing?! They should be on our side!

Every word - right down to the last syllable.

..then we arrested him for gross indecency.

OK?

DOOR OPENS Thanks, Mel.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Hi. Hi.

Are you OK? Kind of.

This is worse than being in a witness box. Is it?

When you came on duty this morning I bet you didn't expect to end up here, did you? No.

Neither did Green.

Green? How do you know, I...? I'm not proud of Det Sgt Silver, but...

She lied.

She lied.

HE LAUGHS

What the hell's going on? It's a... it's a search.

A search? Yes, for the truth. HE SNIGGERS

You've five minutes to work out which way it's going to be.

Do you understand?

Do you understand? Yes, sir. ...I'm talking to him.

Do you understand?

Sir. Good.

That night, it was pretty wet and dark.

Things happened really quickly. So you were taken by surprise?

Yes, sir.

And the thing is, we... can't be 100% certain that Penn was in the back of the car.

FOOTSTEPS

INAUDIBLE SPEECH

PETER: You can't be 100% certain?

Penn was definitely in the car.

But we could've made a mistake about where he was sitting.

SIREN BLARES

Come on, Grace. OK, coming.

Where's Bulmer? Doing interviews.

He's not lurking around?...No? SNIGGERING

We'll get some peace. What about Inspector Gadget?

He's with him. OK, good.

All right... There were three men in the car. Three?

Two men ran away, one from the front, one from the back.

They caught Penn, who ran away, but Carstairs never moved from the back seat of the car.

Who was the third person? So the arresting officers

agreed to say Penn was in the back? They obviously wanted an arrest.

Who made the charges against them disappear? That is the question.

Maybe the CPS dropped the case, because they sensed an inaccuracy.

Those officers' statements weren't inaccurate! We didn't know they were

until we got them in, interrogated them, and found out they were lying. But we fell for it, didn't we?

Yeah, but... but we trusted the police. OK.

Maybe the CPS is being leaned on to protect Carstairs and Penn.

Time to dig. Or... To protect the third person who ran away. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

I need all the historic data on Carstairs and Penn, please.

'You think it might've been done by the same man who killed James?'

It's possible. There are certain similarities between the cases.

But I thought your investigation had drawn a blank six months ago.

But we hope this new investigation will unlock your husband's case.

After all this time? Well, we hope so.

Would you tell me the nature of these, er... similarities?

The body was in the same state and there was semen...

..found on the victim.

That's not how my mother said it would be.

In her day, you didn't expect to be widowed and then... go through the ignominy of...

of having your late husband's body covered with another man's semen.

I'm very sorry.

Mrs Carstairs... A few weeks before his body was found there,

your husband was arrested in the same car park with another man.

Graham Penn. Graham Penn?

Graham Penn - does that name mean anything to either of you? No.

No, I'm afraid not.

And, um... Can you tell me?

James and this fellow Penn. What was it they were arrested for?

Breach of the peace. Stupid man. He kept so much to himself.

Mrs Carstairs, would you mind if we looked around?

Went through your husband's old possessions again? Please.

Thank you.

Would you mind telling me exactly how he was breaching the peace?

Indecently.

"Nothing which we are to perceive in this world

"equals the power of your intense fragility.

"Whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries,

"rendering death and forever with each breathing.

"I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens.

"Only something in me understands the voice of your eyes

"is deeper than all roses.

"Nobody...

"...not even the rain, has such small hands.

"In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me...

"...or which I cannot touch... because they are too near."

Well, thank you for the grand tour, Mrs Carstairs. Oh, you're welcome.

You said in your original statement

that your husband was not a homosexual.

And because you saw separate beds, you wonder.

The thought did cross my mind, yes.

Our relationship was always more of an emotional one...

..rather than physical.

There, I've said it.

They're rather depleted, in fact, because we've got a locaol heron. You need a gun (!) Yes.

That's the bedroom we were in? Yes, yes.

James liked working up there. He enjoyed the view.

You can see all the children on the playing fields.

'I think she already knew what her husband was arrested for.'

And the son? He didn't seem to want to say very much. Maybe he's just frightened of bad publicity.

"Headmaster killed in gay car park orgy."

"Must send little Johnny there." Pay attention! It's a girls' school.

We need to know if there was someone else in his life, and if they happened to be a man.

All right...

Yeah. All right? Yeah.

Watch these for me.

Mr Wilcox.

Been a while, I heard you were on holiday with the family. Didn't send us a card, though.

HE SIGHS Yeah! Look, Dave, Dave... We need to get some technical in place.

Yeah, yeah - Barac's restaurant.

Pronto.

Yeah, I'll get me own desk, if I behave myself. Nice!

Bulmer and Marvin know Penn. They've had him flagged... Whoa! Just hold on a second.

Start again. Bulmer and Marvin know Penn.

They had him flagged as a target three times. Three times?!

Instead of just doing local checks, I asked for historic data as well.

I mentioned Penn at our meeting! OK... Dave Marvin said nothing!

That name registered with him! So you're saying Bulmer and Marvin are holding back on us?

Yeah. Did they ever arrest him? No.

Why would you flag someone three times and then never arrest them?

Penn must be good. Or else they're not trying.

So it was Bulmer who pulled the CPS off Penn.

You think Penn's their informant?

On organised crime?

Yeah, I think so.

They're protecting him.

Yeah.

OK. So, finally...

Main differences are Barac murdered and left where he was murdered,

Carstairs murdered and moved.

Despite the differences, there's strong similarities

in the sexual attacks, the means of death,

and this... unique mutilation.

Gives me the creeps. Hmm.

You know this is the first time

I've worked on a murder investigation, don't you?

No. I assumed that you... Because of the publicity?

Yes. And the fact that Andy Bulmer obviously has great faith in you.

Blind faith.

The first time I worked for him was on a rape case - a one-off, but a nasty one.

I got him a result... and here I am.

Well, I've worked on more murder cases then I'd care to think about,

so, between the two of us, we've got it covered.

Thanks, Grace.

Dave... Where we at? Nearly there.

National crime squad have given us six full teams for the day.

Drop a bottle into them. What about the applications?

I'm submitting them in the morning. We'll start having things in place by tomorrow night. OK.

COMPUTERS START UP

That's great. That's terrific. So this is set up round the clock?

Mm-hm. Just for us, so Bulmer and Marvin don't know. They'll go spare.

Serves them right for being slow off the mark. And lying bastards.

I don't care if it's in-bloody-convenient!

I want every prisoner taken to a different nick,

and DS Marvin kept up to date with what we get from the interviews.

Good! I should bloody think so!

What's happened?! This place is a tip!

Bulmer. Early-morning briefing. Who for? The teams he pulled in.

There were rather a lot of them. Oh, no! They've been smoking. I'll come out with you! It stinks!

I can't understand why people still bother to smoke, can you?! Oh, grow up!

Oh, OK. OK, ladies, be gentle with me.

We will be. Don't encourage him.

It all started with my mother, when I was a boy... All men blame their mothers. I don't know.

Do all daughters blame their fathers?

No, women tend to be more accurate in the blame they apportion.

Men, in that sense, are more emotional than rational. So who do you blame, Greta?

Oh, please, don't answer him. He's only trying to wind you up.

Are we being serious? Mm-hm! OK...

So... why don't you both tell me, then,

what happened in Room 118?

We... It all started when I was little.

Oh, for God's sake. That's good. Come on. I think that's very good.

Can we just get on with this?!

OK.

The crime scene has been staged to make us think

that the assailant and the victim were homosexuals. There is no sign of anal bruising. However...

there is evidence of heterosexual sex. There are obviously two people involved.

Barac knocking on the door and repeatedly going in and out suggests a form of role play.

From the bites, the bondage, and the role-playing,

we're looking for a woman drawn to acting out her sexual fantasies.

Sexual fantasies are crafted to suit individual psychological needs.

So what is this woman's need?

Probably to recreate early sexual experience.

That doesn't presuppose the early experience was positive. It's far more likely to have been traumatic,

and it indicates a sort of indelible scar that she is forced to act out over and over again.

The only way she can attain sexual gratification is to role-play the initial trauma.

The bite marks, for instance.

It's too much of a coincidence to come across two men who want to be bitten in the same way,

so we can assume that that's significant for her. Now... the bite itself

is always on the same part of the hand. Now why would a woman bite a man in that way?

Are you asking me? Mm-hm. Oh, um...

I dunno. Because she, um... she's gagged or she's suffocated.

Yeah, good. We agree.

You do? We do.

And the repetition suggests it's ritualistic for her. It's part of a scenario that's familiar.

Right.

So she's gagged as a child, silenced by a man's hand,

and these sexual predilections are formed at an early age. Grace and I both agree and we think

it's likely she was silenced during a sexual act when she was young.

What age are we talking about?

Well... given that she was silenced would indicate she was involved against her will,

so she wanted to scream out, but she had to be silenced.

Indicating that she was possibly a young child at the time.

Hmm.

So what about the tying up?

Well, the possibility is that, as a child, she was constrained,

but her own pathology drives her to constrain them. It's revenge.

Peter? OK to borrow your room? Won't be long.

All right, ladies?

DOOR CLOSES, HE ENTERS PETER'S OFFICE

So, it's the man, is it, that would be doing the tying up?

Well, we think that's unlikely. You couldn't expect someone like Barac to give in without a struggle.

There was no sign of a struggle.

Now, I think that the woman did the constraining,

and they were killed later by somebody totally different.

So they're working as a team? I think so.

I'm not sure. HE SNIGGERS

OK...

Hmm, er... Thanks, Greta, very much. Ahem!

And, of course, thank you. Thank you.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Get off! Get off! No!

Hey! Leave it! Morning.

Hang on a minute... Dad! Chloe! I'll sort it later!

It's a bit awkward to talk now. I'll call you from the office.

Right. I won't be late. OK. HE KISSES HER

SIRENS BLARE

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Anger management's working, then.

Externally.

SHOUTS: Sergeant Marvin!

Sir?

Close the door. DOOR CLOSES

These dockets were on my desk.

Mr Bulmer asked me to leave them for you. That's very nice of him.

He wanted me to keep you abreast of what we've been doing. You've searched all these? Unbelievable.

Every one is a crime figure who might've killed Tomas Barac.

You've turned them all over? Houses and businesses searched.

Rugs up, floorboards, attics. And there's more in the offing. That's fantastic work.

We have nicked a few good players in the process, sir.

Good.

But no serial killers? No.

No psychopathic sadists with a predilection for body carving? No.

Nobody we can place at the scenes on the dates of these murders?

No. Sorry, I have to keep asking these questions.

It helps me keep calm.

Would you be kind enough to clean my desk up, please?

Pleasure, sir. Thank you.

Any thoughts? Sex. Sex? Sex, mainly sex.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not being puritanical or Amish or anything, but you know...

it strikes me that the human race is supposed to be more evolved.

I mean, even animals don't deviate their sex. It's procreational.

And your point is? If you look at all this,

you've gotta ask yourself if, as a species, we are on the right track.

Well, animals kill. For food.

No, I mean they kill their sexual partners. Sexual cannibalism.

Spiders, scorpions, shrimps - all cases of the female eating the male.

They're not animals, though. They're Arachnids, insects and...

Amphipods. Amphipods.

Amphipods.

That's for a reason, though - the nutritional benefits. The female increases fertility.

This is just, you know, kicks in a sleazy hotel room.

Hmm, that's true.

Maybe... we should stick to our pure basic animal instincts.

You go out and find a great-looking lioness, you bring her back, make lots of little lion cubs,

then, when you've finished, you lick your chops, clean your paws, and move on. To another lioness?

Yeah. Well, obviously, I'd be a lion with a degree of moral sensitivity.

Then you just stopped being a lion.

Yeah.

Yeah.

BUZZ OF CONVERSATION AND WORK

MESSAGE ALERT BEEPS

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Well, I couldn't come to you, Bulmer's lot are everywhere. See?

So that's Penn, working for Roman Barac.

Or for Bulmer? Yeah. Can you turn the sound up?

Yeah. DOOR OPENS

Frankie?

No, it's Grace, hi.

Are you on your own? Yes.

It's all clear.

Hi, Grace. Hi, Boyd.

Who wrote that stuff about me on the walls?

Excuse me. You haven't washed your hands.

'Single malt, please.' He's kinda cute. 'No ice.' Where's Roman gone?

Spence move the car. Tune us in. We've lost reception. Eh?

We need better reception. Right.

OK, that's it. That's it! That's it!

No, we've lost it again. Back it up a bit. OK. OK, stop!

Come on!

You ever want me to go in there under cover, I'm not eating.

Drinks only, OK? You'd turn down a free night out?

In there I would, yeah.

Oh, no! That is gross. What's he doing now?

You don't wanna know. I do. He's scratching his testicles.

Nice (!)

'Graham.'

Who's that? Dunno.

Huh? I dunno.

Oh, no... We lost the signal. Move forward, Spence. Yup?

Keep going....OK, that's it! Zoom in. What's he giving him?

Cash? Yeah.

'See you later.'

That's made him happy. OK, is he leaving?

Is he coming out? Brown coat.

The cash guy's coming towards us.

OK, we've gotta follow him, Spencer. I've gotta find out where he lives.

He's going on foot. Then we will use our feet.

HE SIGHS

Last night?! Sorry, boss. They say whose team it was?

No, they'll pass our interests onto the team who flagged him in case they wanna liaise with us. Liaise?!

I wanna liaise with someone's head! It's my fault.

I should have been quicker off the mark.

Forget it. We'll get over it.

Only blemish on an otherwise perfect day.

How many have we got in the bin? Eight. How many's Boyd got?

Well, not bad for starters. Come on, you can buy us a drink.

Neil Wilcox, financial advisor. Only conviction motoring offences.

Middle-class. He's just your classic suburban... Drug addict.

He could be. Actually, Penn has a couple of convictions for dealing.

Are you staying there? Yeah. Good. Coke?

But Wilcox doesn't look the type. None of them do. Shall we watch him as well, see if it is drugs?

Stay with the world's worst chef long enough and I think we'll know.

Someone's paying him for something. Penn's the only person connected with everyone we're dealing with.

Shall we bring him in? He's more valuable out there.

As long as we don't lose him. Why would we lose him?

Spence, could you close the door... please?

Any sign of Penn? Yeah, he's here in the kitchen.

SPENCE: You OK? Yeah.

Thanks.

There's just, er... so much of it, you know.

Fed up with working with Captain Chaos, are you?

Don't be fooled. With Bulmer, it's all deliberate.

To fight organised crime, you have to disorganise it. Becomes a way of life.

What about Barac?

Sat on his own brooding, by the looks of it.

Know the feeling.

HE SIGHS See you tomorrow.

HE TAPS ON HIS DESK

LAUGHTER AND CONVERSATION

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow! For he's a jolly good fellow!

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow! And so say all of us... ♪

Well, what about Penn?

And Barac?

Well, you keep on top of him, he'll show us the way.

I'm going for a slash.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Yep?

Oh, hello. Didn't recognise your voice.

Now?

Er... yeah.

See you there.

Dave Marvin's all right. He is.

But Bulmer doesn't care about solving a few murders.

He's after organised crime glory. The danger is he messes us up.

He finds a piece of intelligence he's not interested in and bins it.

See you in the morning. Night. See you tomorrow.

GRACE: Night. Good night.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

HE TYPES

Good night.

This had better be good...

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