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Attention, ladies and gentlemen.

We are being held in this position due to unforeseen circumstances.

Well, there is a body on the line at Green Park.

Greer, I've only got half the notes on the Davis Review.

I'm not blaming anybody else.

- Spare copy on your desk. - Oh, great. Thank you.

Do you know where you're meant to be?

I do, but I'll be a while.

And today's changed to a three-line whip in the House.

I know, George phoned me. Thank you. Great.

Given our generous salaries, if we get heavily into debt,

we, at least, have some prospect of getting out of it.

However, too many people are not in our fortunate position...

...and there are too many examples -

- of consumers becoming trapped... - Order!

He's still in there!

No! Him, he's breathing! He's still in there! Back the unit up!

Back the bloody unit up!

Stop!

Correction - one body, one survivor. We have a survivor.

The honourable gentleman is right.

There are some absolutely disgraceful cases,

which is why the Community Finance...

Sonia's dead.

Let's go over to the office.

- Is he all right? - He's fine.

He's all right.

Stephen? Stephen, let's go over to your office.

How?

She went under a train.

- When? - This morning.

I don't have any other details.

Stephen, I've just heard about your researcher.

You tell Andrew before you tell me?

The hacks are onto it. We're getting a lot of

- requests for comment. - I've nothing to say.

I've asked Chloe to draft something as a first response.

Good, well, Chloe can say what she wants.

As Sonia's boss, the least they'd expect is a statement from you.

Stephen, I think Andrew's right.

- Can we have half an hour? - We've got an energy briefing anyway.

We can do something at the front of that.

I'm very sorry about Sonia.

- Good morning, everybody. - Good morning.

Um... Before we go any further, Mr Collins is going to read a statement.

Stephen?

Sonia Baker was a bright, well-liked researcher

for the Energy Committee.

Everyone on the team is shocked by her death.

I want to pass on our sincere condolences to her family.

Have the police clarified whether it was an accident?

We're liaising constantly with the Met.

Was there any indication of depression prior to this?

Nobody here's qualified to answer that question.

She worked directly to you.

Did she seem at all disturbed recently?

Give us a break, Helen.

I'm not a shrink.

She seemed bright, buoyant. Her work was fine.

We're in the dark, really, until the police investigation.

Stephen, we both use the Jubilee line in the mornings...

So?

I was on the same train you were...

If you say so.

...which was held back for a body on the line.

- How does that make you feel? - For God's sakes, don't be gruesome.

The line being, we're awaiting the inevitable inquest to know

what to think and what we're dealing with.

As a mark of respect...

Um, I think that just about wraps it up, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for coming.

- Hello? - Anne, Andrew Wilson.

- [5 Stephen in Manchester? - He's down there, isn't he?

He seems to have gone offline. No worries, I'll find him.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Wait, why would he go offline, Andrew?

You need to speak to Stephen about tomorrow's papers. OK?

Firstly the Daily Telegraph. Good news for house buyers...

Allegedly, house prices set to fall in the next few months...

- It wasn't Paddy for me, was it? - Moving on to the Times...

You're through to Stephen Collins.

I'm not here right now but please leave a message after the tone.

What's the matter?

The Mirror leads on the death of political research er Sonia Baker

and the pictorial distress of her boss,

high-flying Manchester MP Stephen Collins.

Dad...

The Express has the very same story as their lead.

"Devastated?" it says simply and the same picture there of Mr Collins.

That's all from Newsnight tonight

but there's more news coverage on BBC News 24,

which you can find on satellite channel 507...

Don't answer it.

- Liz. - Cal, where's your tan?

Wettest Canaries for five years, apparently.

And the young lady I took with me was only in it for the plane fare.

You need to run 'em past me first. I can spot a duffer a mile out.

Do me a favour? Could we send some flowers to Stephen Collins?

- Being? - Do you read the papers?

- Only every other day. You're paid to. - He's an MP, Portcullis House.

No message, just put, "Sorry. Cal."

See what the CBI's position is on all of this

and clear it with Donald if you need to.

- Sorry. - Right, if we are all gathered...

...the Stephen Collins photo confession?

There's a lot more interest than he expected.

He's chairing the Energy Select Committee

a lot earlier in his career than anybody else has.

Everybody's betting on him to make Cabinet next year.

The opposition are stirring to block a main player.

It's worth the coverage just to play the scrap out.

He had a member of staff who topped herself. Where's the story?

- Well, look at the picture. - I've seen the picture.

Well, why is that not a story to you, Cal?

She's dead. He cried - nearly cried. So?

Well, either he's faking it or he's knobbing her.

Either way, it's worth having...

Do you...? Do you know him personally?

I was his campaign manager when he ran for Parliament.

I'm just saying, did we shrink the format

of the paper while I was away or something?

What have we got on the drugs thing?

Dead kid's name's Kelvin Stagg, 15 years old, professional killing.

The police think it's a build-up of drugs territory in the West End.

Three recent shootings.

- Connected? - I'm checking.

The survivor's a motorcycle courier. He's under police guard at St Margaret's.

They won't confirm whether he's a suspect or not.

A porter at the hospital reckons he took a bullet to the heart

that was blocked by a mobile phone.

Vodafone shares will go through the roof after that one.

Can the journalist without portfolio get excited about drug cartels

making a move on the posher streets of our fair city?

Yes, I can knock something up, like you would know the difference!

Oooh!

Don't try this at home, kids.

Foreign. What's the Middle East stuff coming through?

Direct plea from the MOD

for us not to use that information till they've confirmed it.

Stephen Collins' office.

Greer, it's Anne Collins.

His mobiles are still off.

I think he's in with George Fergus, Anne.

Yeah, well, when you think he's somewhere more convenient,

tell him he needs to talk to his children.

OK.

She knows you're here.

It's from Cal McCaffrey.

- And he's left two messages. - Yeah, I bet he has.

The last one said, "Not work. Just ring if you need to."

The Mail, the Mirror and the News Of The World are all chasing this

and they won't let go if we stay quiet.

The less we say now, the more determined they'll be

- to keep coming. - Yes...

...I was having a thing with Sonia Baker.

I don't know how to deal with this.

Nobody's trying to run your life, Stephen,

but we need a strategy.

Which kind of involves me talking to Anne. Is that OK?

You'd better wait until I have.

- I've got to vanish. - OK.

Hiya. She's just with the area manager, Stephen.

Listen, why don't I take your phone number?

Oh, sorry, no, force of habit.

- I'll just interrupt her for you... - No, don't do that.

- OK. - I'll call later.

- All right, then. - just tell her] called.

OK, then. Bye.

Sorry about that. 18.99, please.

- I can't take it now. - It's Stephen.

- Stephen...? - I think that means Stephen Collins?

Oh. Stick him through.

- Cal? - Hey.

Didn't I used to know you?

Are you OK?

Feel like I'm doing speed bumps at 70.

You?

I've nearly finished decorating the house. Just got the kitchen left now.

Well, ten years is not bad, eh?

It was sex, Cal.

Just sex. I half expected her to turn round any minute and say,

"Hey, you, you sap, I only did it for a bet." But that never happened.

She was a great girl.

She must have been bored out of her skull to look at me.

I don't think she would've sustained her interest.

"A source close to Stephen Collins said."

- What? - Do you want me to print that?

It's true. I'm just telling you what happened.

You think I'm paying for this just to get a story?

It's not a story.

Yeah, and I'm not paying, mate. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.

Yeah, but the only time you ask is when you know I'm not.

Hey, hey, up until last year,

you were sending me comedy e-mails three times a week.

Yeah, OK, sorry.

I was trying to work you.

Cal, you know better than anybody, I've never screwed around before.

- Had you rowed the day Sonia died? - No.

- Agreed to split? - No.

- So why did she top herself? - She didn't!

She wouldn't! She must've fallen. You know what it's like in the Tube at rush hour.

Bloody rat-trap.

The night before that, we were together and everything was normal.

Listen to this.

Stephen, it's me.

You left a bundle of papers at my place this morning.

If you need them, I can bring them in.

Let me know what you want me to do. Bye, gorgeous.

What's her family saying?

I don't know them.

But?

The spin doctors don't want me to do anything without their permission.

Listen, every journalist in London is trying to talk to her family.

Now, if you haven't even tried, they'll crucify you.

Mr Collins, when did you last see her?

- Mr Collins, how is your wife? - Mr Collins! Mr Collins!

She had a good enough relationship with her mother, but Sonia and me,

we couldn't have been closer.

She told me about you.

Well, not you by name.

And, no offence, if she had, I wouldn't have known you from Adam.

She just said she was seeing a man whose private life was tricky.

- Was Sonia being taken for a ride? - No, Mr Baker. She absolutely wasn't.

Clare and I are convinced it must've been an accident. Was that your understanding?

Yes. She had no reason to kill herself.

She said you made her laugh.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for seeing me.

Listen, I'm sorry, but can I go out the back way?

Suit yourself.

Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

I told them you were coming.

In all honesty, Mr Collins, you're not entitled to privacy.

Not under these circumstances.

Mr Collins!

Were you having an affair with Sonia Baker?

16.20 Virgin Trains service to Manchester Piccadilly...

The silly bugger went to see her parents. They recorded his conversation.

They're not even selling it. They're giving copies away.

- This is like trying to piss up a rope. - Where's Stephen now?

Christ knows, and I'm not in the mood for baby-sitting if he keeps going AWOL.

- I'll find him. - George, are we sure he's worth all this?

Oh, we're absolutely sure.

I nipped home for a kip.

Before or after you met Stephen Collins?

So I met Stephen Collins...

- What have we got? - What's he saying?

He just talked personal shit, really.

Did she top herself?

He's adamant that she didn't. And I believe him.

Where are we up to?

Police reckon Kelvin Stagg was a known offender.

His headmaster reckons Kelvin's never been to court in his life.

Career truant at worst.

I'm meeting Bernie at eight.

He can get me Kelvin Stagg's mobile number.

He's promised to get into the phone log for me.

Can we find out whether Sonia Baker was seeing a shrink?

But he's adamant she didn't top herself...?

It's hardly the kind of stuff she's going to tell him during sex, is it?

It's just blokes like me that get nutters like that.

Mm.

- Dad! - Louis. Where's your mum?

She wouldn't come.

Oh, you've not come on your own?

I heard a message saying which train you were getting.

What, she doesn't even know you're here?

- Great.

Good to see you.

Sorry.

Come on.

Is it true?

Well, the bits that are I'm sorry for, OK?

The whole study group?

- How many's in the group? - 12.

Well, just get your teacher to write to my secretary

and she can send you an invitation. But it will have to be after this session, OK?

Thanks, Dad.

- I'm going up. Night, Mum. - Night, love.

- Dad? - Night, son.

Am I avoiding the papers again tomorrow?

You don't think you should've warned your kids?

I didn't want them going to bed dwelling on all that.

Aw, that's movingly caring, Stephen.

Anne, I can say I'm sorry.

I can promise to do whatever it is you want me to do.

But not if you're going to pretend that you didn't know.

You'd have lied if I asked you.

Because I knew me and Sonia wouldn't last.

And what after her?

Listen, let's, um...

...go for a drive or something, hm?

If Louis smells this in this house, he'll do his nut.

Which is rich coming from someone who could drink me under the table.

What? Louis's drinking?

Agh! Ow!

You'd arranged to come home this weekend

when the kids were in Devon with Mum and Dad.

That wasn't for romance, was it?

You were coming to tell me you were having an affair.

So if you and Sonia weren't going to last,

what would have been the point there?

You best ring your mum to get a bed sorted.

I'll phone you when I get there, OK?

Where did you get this?

Not difficult, and definitely not exclusive.

Her parents rang the world and his brother to tip us off.

- Neil! It's with you! - Got it!

Stephen, it's Cal. Listen, don't go home. Call me.

The visit of Westminster MP and chairman of the Energy Select Committee

Stephen Collins to the parents of his former researcher Sonia Baker,

who tragically died recently. A distraught Mr Baker said, after the visit,

that both he and his wife were devastated at their daughter's death.

They both were convinced that she wouldn't have committed suicide...

Have you got to be in work today?

Oh, they prefer me not to be.

...Mr Collins, who was also distressed, didn't make any further comment.

Drink this.

Eat that.

Then get yourself to bed.

Do you think they'll ask you to resign?

Well, the Tories are bound to, but...

Just a moment.

Have you wet the bed or what?

- There's somebody here. - Collins?

A friend.

Bernie got me out of bed at four o'clock with this, so you need to hear it.

OK. If you tell anyone he's here,

- you're dead. - It affects him.

Really affects him.

OK, um...

There's a breakfast caff at the end of Storbor Road.

It opens in about half an hour. Meet me there.

Courier from the office.

I need to nip back in first thing.

What, they courier you a package so that you can drive back in with it?

How much does that cost?

From the crew that built the Dome?

Piss off!

I asked Bernie to get Sonia Baker's mobile records.

I was going to cross-reference numbers with clinics or hospitals for a shrink.

Found a shrink?

I haven't had time because this showed up.

Kelvin Stagg's calls going back a month. Here...

...that's Sonia Baker's number.

Are there any more?

One call, ten past seven, the day they both died. Two-minute phone call.

How? She wasn't a druggie?

He's not available for comment. No, I... No.

I'm going to have to put the phone down. I'm hanging up.

I am putting the phone down!

Mrs Collins? Mrs Collins?

Yes, we have read the newspapers. Thank you.

Why don't you tell me where he is and then I'll go away?

- Are you married? - Yes.

That was your luckiest day. If you're still here when I get back,

your wife won't want you. Now just get off!

I am sorry! I am...

Stephen Collins' office.

It's OK. Go back to sleep.

There's a spare set of keys on the kitchen table.

Della, are you near a pen?

I've got a copper's number for you. Stuart Brown.

He's a DI working on the shootings.

I've never used him, but he knows my mate.

With a name like Joy, you could at least fake it.

How come we never do this over a drink?

You don't even say please, thank you, bugger all.

That's how it goes if I'm paying for it.

Stagg's cause of death was a bullet

which went in at the forehead and out through the base of the skull.

- Toxicology? - No drugs apart from Prednisolone.

Steroid. He was asthmatic.

Seasonal repeat prescription, according to his GP files.

- What calibre bullet? - Nine-millimetre.

- Do you want these? - No.

Della Smith?

- That's the password. - Stuart Brown.

Smith and Brown - sophisticated ancestry.

- Where are you from? - Glasgow.

Edinburgh.

I'm a bit of a media virgin, Della.

I'm not sure how to play this.

We talk. I pay. You go.

Not interested. I've only just been made DI.

Not money, information.

We do swapsies. Not always immediately.

We learn to trust each other a bit.

What can you tell me about Kelvin Stagg?

Old enough to deal drugs. Too young to die. Should be a T-shirt.

- Why drugs? - Professional hit.

And the kid's implicated in a druggie wider picture.

If he's got form, we can't find it.

And the postmortem shows no presence of non-prescriptive drugs. None.

Check?

I will when I get the results back. How the hell did you get that?

What about the motorcycle courier?

Craig Livingstone. 28-year-old, very lucky lad.

Any form?

We started on that assumption, but, no.

More than that I've no idea till he regains consciousness.

- Evidence of drugs at the scene? - No.

Anything to connect the two of them?

So, it could've been a random shooting?

That's what I'm thinking suddenly.

Your shoelace is undone again.

You are liars! He never used drugs! Never!

Your paper lied about my son. Go away!

- Show some respect. - OK, OK.

- We're victims! He wasn't into drugs! - I'm not from that paper, OK?

We did not print that! I know Kelvin wasn't into drugs.

I've seen his postmortem report.

Sonny...

He was a nice boy.

- A Christian. - Mum!

I'm not saying that just cos he's dead. He believed.

- He only prayed if he got caught. - Tiny things.

Tiny things.

- Snatched a few wallets. - He found some.

He may have found some. He nicked the rest.

Whatever you say.

We only knew because Mum found other people's stuff...

- Which he could've been given! - ...in the bins.

Was he ever charged?

Got beat up a couple of times, but police never got near him.

What do you do, Sonny?

For a laugh or for money?

- It's just a question. - Computer engineer. Birmingham.

Four days he's got.

But the body might take weeks.

Where's my funeral?

Family funeral.

What was he doing down the West End at that time in the morning?

If there was anything valuable in the bag,

he tried doing a deal with the owner.

Stupid, but...people are prepared to pay more to get their address books back

than he could sell their phones for.

Stuff like that.

Thought he was being clever.

If I'd have been there, he wouldn't have dared.

Had he done a deal recently?

Mum says she saw him from here with a metal briefcase like a camera case.

When she had a go at him about it, he totally denied it,

but she reckons he was really wound up about it.

- Have the police got it? - We didn't tell them.

As if it's not going to prejudice what they think about Kelvin!

They'd say there were drugs in there.

Isn't that a possibility?

Look, Kelvin would not go near drugs. Believe me there.

OK.

Listen, thanks.

Tell your mum thank you, yeah?

Hello. Customer Services.

Anne Collins, please. It's Andrew Wilson.

OK, just a second, please.

Anne?

Anne Collins.

Anne? Andrew. I'm sorry to bother you at work...

However...

I just wanted to see if you were OK.

Well, I'm running a shop, which I know you lot think is odd.

Partly why I enjoy it,

and I'm going to have to run it a lot better as a single parent.

I just want you to know

that we're doing all we can.

We're putting out a couple of stories today that should eclipse Stephen.

Not for my benefit.

Everyone knows the Energy Report is imminent.

You wouldn't want that tainted, would you?

It's an independent report.

But I'm sure nobody wants to degrade its value, given the hard work, no.

So, what is it you want from me?

I don't want you talking to any reporters without checking with me.

That wasn't so hard.

But, hey, you know what, Andrew? I don't care what you want.

I don't care what the party needs.

I don't even care that she's dead.

I just couldn't give a shit.

I'm sorry. I'm, um...

I'm so sorry.

I put the Davis Foundation back a week. They were all right about it.

But George wants you back in the House as soon as possible.

A bit more visible.

- Hiya. Hello. - Hello.

- Greer, Cal. - Yes, we've met. Hi.

Smells good.

He cooked it. I'm just stirring.

Don't worry. Greer's the only one who knows I'm here.

- I'll be gone in five minutes. - I'm going to grab a shower.

Oh, thank you.

Have you ever heard of Kelvin Stagg?

- Kelvin...? - Stagg.

A 15-year-old.

He died the same day as Sonia.

He rang her that morning.

No, never heard of him.

- He rang Sonia? - Mm-hm.

She wasn't into drugs at all.

Neither was he.

He was a bag snatcher.

Did she lose a bag?

No.

Phone?

No, she had it on her that morning.

What about a silver briefcase?

- A metallic...? - No.

Hi, Cal McCaffrey. Leave your name, number, time you called, after the beep.

Cal, it's Anne Collins, returning your call and asking a favour.

Hi, Anne.

Just two secs, sorry, I've just got to...

Sure, whatever I can do.

- Have you talked to him? - He's talked to me, yeah.

Um... Big mess - understatement.

Sorry, have you got someone there?

Yeah. No. Yeah. It's Stephen.

Listen, I've left a dozen messages at home and at the shop, I just...

- She wanted a private conversation. - So do I.

With me.

- Come on, I've given you my time. - Oh!

Hey, Cal, thanks a lot, mate!

Piss off!

You screw your life up and it's the first I hear from you in months!

Yeah, well, I was busy.

Yeah, having an affair that was going to screw your life up,

which, by the way, you might've told me about.

Yeah! Like I would!

Or I would've guessed.

In which case, it would've chucked me a cue to say,

"Stephen, stop being such a prick and get your life sorted out!"

Yeah? How well do you think you know me, Cal?

A lot better than I think you'd admit to, Stephen.

You'd have to say that in your job, wouldn't you?

Oh, OK. And what is wrong with my job?

You know, I laughed when I saw they'd given you that. Eh?

Journalist of the Year! Ha! Jesus!

Great mate you are, rooting through my personal stuff. I'll tell you what,

if you don't like my job, you can...

It's not a job, it's a waste product! I was looking for an envelope.

You know, people like you, you can't move

until someone spoon-feeds you shit or misery or gossip.

Oh, somebody like you, you mean?

While you're pioneering the new dawn of democracy? Piss off!

- That's exactly what I do. - Oh, you arrogant bastard!

You've been greasing your own arse since they gave you that Shining Star badge.

You know, in that vote for Chairman of the Energy Committee,

the closest contender was 50 votes behind me.

- And that was a cross-party vote. - What have you done

for your constituency in the last two years?

Yeah, well, nothing illegal like you would be interested in, eh?

- You believe what you're told. - I earn my living.

Yeah, you're ruining my living the way you're going about your private life,

- so thanks for that! - Stick your spare room up your arse, Cal!

Cal McCaffrey.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Turn around and come back.

Let's get pissed.

- You look shagged out. - You don't.

And couldn't.

What time did Sonny Stagg ring?

About three years back. Forgot, sorry.

About half nine.

Can you put the times on the messages?

You stink of alcohol. Don't take it out on me.

News Room.

Yeah, can I speak to Chris? Yeah, just hold on.

Car park at the bottom of Primrose Court. Wait for me there.

Can you give me an idea what kind of information I'll be paying for?

You'll find out.

Can you give me the girl's name?

You don't need to know that.

I've got a couple of names - might be interested?

- You promise me she'll be there? - Till 11..

If you don't show or more than one car turns up, she vanishes.

OK.

Shit!

- Della, how much money have you got? - About 80 quid.

- Why? - I need to authorise some cash.

- Where's Eric? - He's out somewhere.

Has anybody seen Eric?

She don't live round here. You're never going to know where she lives.

And she won't tell you her name, all right?

He's not taping this

and he's no idea who you are, OK?

And he's never going to repeat who gave him this, all right?

Kelvin, he just liked the look of the bag, really.

He said, "I'm having that."

So we waited for the bloke to put his bag down to pay for his ticket,

because they always do. Then, Kelvin...

...he dived in. The bloke made a grab for him.

And then...

...Kelvin, he ran like somebody had set fire to him.

I shot sideways towards the trains.

I knew if he couldn't catch Kelvin, he was going to come for me.

I couldn't see where they'd gone.

So I jumped on the Tube.

And I went home.

I mean, Kelvin could've been nicked for all I know.

Then he comes in all smiles.

But the bag's not what we thought it was.

Jewellery or documents or phones or stuff,

something they couldn't be without.

It was never jewellery though.

Show him.

Kelvin tried selling this back?

That was the idea.

How did he make contact? There's no connection with the owner.

We didn't.

He did.

We charged the phone and left it on.

That night he rang us. "You're fucking dead! Your mother's dead,

"your father's dead, if that's not back here in the next two hours!"

- He knew who you were? - He couldn't have done.

Kelvin's dad died of an overdose last year. He was just shooting off.

Which meant he was desperate.

Which usually meant money.

Speaking of...

Give her the money.

We can't categorically state that Collins had an affair.

Nobody's denying it any more.

Sonia Baker's parents have implicated him.

They accused him of being the guy she was seeing.

No, they taped Collins admitting that.

Cameron, five minutes? Sorry.

In five minutes.

OK. Well, they're probably right. We give it to the lawyers anyway.

OK.

I just spent 500 quid without authorisation.

And you still think you work here?

It's a bit dirty.

- As in? - As in...

I don't know what to call it.

Bring it in.

If it's a prostitute, she comes out your wages.

- Cameron's looking for me. - Aren't we all?

His door's locked, so it's a Famous Five knock.

Adam.

Thanks.

Like I'm interested!

Core question. Do the police need to know we've got this?

Depends why you wouldn't want to tell them.

- We don't know what it represents yet. - You got it from Stagg's family?

Er, anonymous source.

I mean, I swear, anonymous.

Technically, you could be obstructing the course of justice.

We're not hiding anything. The police aren't even looking for it.

But it could affect a police investigation if they knew it existed.

No, Della's right.

What if that line puts the only surviving witness at risk?

You came by it via your own investigation into a crime?

It was an accident, initially.

There's a mobile phone in there. Why can't you identify the owner?

Pay as you go.

Over-the-counter contract.

A Link store in Kilburn.

Bogus data, I've checked.

Liz, sort out a bottle of red and four glasses.

Can you fix me up with the lawyer?

Out of your league, Buffy. Try the mail room.

Knock on the door and leave it outside.

How, in your opinion, does this relate to the death of Kelvin Stagg?

Stagg negotiated a money drop at Euston Station.

A 15-year-old, bear in mind. He was only asking 200 quid.

The last my contact saw of him,

he was getting on a Tube at Warren Street and heading for Euston.

Somewhere public. He thought he'd be safe.

- We don't know what happened after that. - He was murdered.

You have to give it to the police.

But...

...any delays in doing that

could be dictated by your genuine fear for the life of your source.

You've properly sought legal advice to protect her.

How long have we got?

Could have taken me a few days to research...

Five working days.

Room service!

Thank you!

I've asked. He's not interested.

- Do you want to go somewhere else? - No, I've got a late-night sitting.

I've got to be back in ten minutes.

OK, um...

I need to tell you this now because I don't know how long I can hold on to it.

I don't think Sonia Baker killed herself.

Well, I told you that. She fell.

We think she was murdered.

How in God's name...?

- What are you talking about? - There's strong evidence.

- What evidence? - I can't tell you.

And if you...

- If you say you got this from me... - You talk to me properly.

Stephen, you cannot afford to be involved...

- I am involved! - If you start shooting your mouth off

before the press know what's going on, they will fucking shred you!

Shit!

As soon as I know, properly, I'll tell you. OK? I swear I'll tell you.

- OK. - OK.

How the hell did you find out that fast?

I get around.

- Is it true? - Which bit?

OK...

The first.

You don't know what I'm on about.

- So what are you here for? - Tell me what I nearly knew.

He regained consciousness about two hours ago.

- Past times, he just flaked out again. - Has he talked?

Like, try to stop him!

Blabbing ten to the dozen.

Nearly comical, then bam!

Went out like a light.

How much did he see of the shooting?

He's helping with our inquiries...a lot.

He can identify the killer?

If we put that on the street, we make him a target.

It's obvious he's alive, because you lot are still here.

He's a target anyway.

Which is why he's being baby-sitted...baby-sat...

By two adolescents?

- They're not even armed, are they? - Grow up!

Time for swapsies, Della.

Or you came here for something.

Just...

I think he needs protecting.

Properly protecting.

- Control from DI Brown. - Go ahead.

Request armed supervision for the witness.

You can patch me through to the duty super but I want a team despatched now.

Police.

Just make your way to the exit, you can't go back in there.

Make your way to the door. Come on.

- Come on. - Through the double doors, all right?

How can we move him? The fire's a floor below.

OK, shift him.

Where's the nearest staircase?

Service staircase, right at the back. We'll have to get him on a stretcher.

You stay with me.

She stays with me.

- Here'll do. - We have to get him out.

He stays here!

- Control from DI Brown. - Go ahead, six-four.

We're in the service staircase on the...

- Third. - ...third floor.

- We're beneath the fire. What's the ETA? - Checking.

Pressure's dropping. Tilt him.

Here.

They're on site. Is there a staircase number?

- 45A. - 45A.

Tango, 3-5-2. Over.

- Not through here. Back behind the line. - Press.

Definitely not. Over there.

I'm here to collect Della Smith. She's a witness.

- I told you to stay put. - She said...

You get my permission, not hers.

Why did you come here tonight?

I've told you.

On the off-chance there might be new information.

You talked to DI Brown in private.

- To see if anything was happening. - And when he said there wasn't,

- you told him what? - Nothing.

- You told him what? - Nothing.

We just chatted.

After which, he called for an armed response. You told him what?

- That had nothing to do with me. - And when a fire alarm kicked off,

the DS heard him say, "She stays with me." Like that.

I don't know why he said that.

Just protecting me, I suppose.

If one of my officers died because you got information which belongs with us,

you'll be more than sorry. Understand?

Can I go now?

It's there.

Are you OK?

Did you see who fired the gun?

You wouldn't bloody listen, would you?!