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Sonia's dead.

She went under a train.

I don't know how to deal with this.

I was having a thing with Sonia Baker.

Do you know him personally?

I was his campaign manager
when he ran for Parliament.

Have you ever heard of Kelvin Stagg?

He died the same day as Sonia.

We think she was murdered.

One call, on the day they both died.

He rang her that morning.

He was a nice boy.

He snatched other people's stuff.

If there was anything valuable in the bag,
he'd try doing a deal with the owner.

He has no idea who you are, OK?

He's never going to repeat
who gave him this.

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

Survivor's a motorcycle courier.
He can identify the killer.

I think he needs properly protecting.

If one of my officers died
because you've got information

which belongs with us,
you'll be more than sorry.

You wouldn't bloody listen,
would you?!

The briefcase is evidence.

We shouldn't be keeping that
from the police.

We don't know the stuff
in the briefcase is evidence yet.

A revolver...and a detailed surveillance
on Sonia Baker?!

The police think she committed suicide.

We know she didn't.

We suspect she might not have.

Somebody took a shot

at the only surviving witness

and killed a policeman
this far away from me!

Are you OK, Della?

I only just got your message.

If I knew what we were going
to the police with, fine. We don't.

I can wait outside.

No, I think you should brief Helen
on this.

No.

You just said yourself, even we don't
know what we're talking about yet.

If you need good Westminster intelligence,
Helen's the best.

And that wasn't a question.

Oil's a bit like blood.

Everybody needs it, but nobody wants to
seriously confront shortage or supply.

The whole of Europe has a history
of disliking oil

because it distrusts the fact that
the supply is mainly out of its hands -

the US or the Middle East.

This is understandable,
but it's not rational or helpful.

Um...

I thought I was to complete the submission
before taking questions, Mr Chairman?

Indeed, Professor, but you're here
representing the Environmental Alliance?

That's correct.

But this submission is, word-for-word,
what I heard you say

in Mexico three years ago when you were
representing the oil industry.

Excuse me, I've never represented
the oil industry.

Your salary came
from the Stamford-Clark Institute.

An independent, scientific,
educational lobby. Yes?

It's not a charitable organisation,
though, is it?

Mr Collins, I'm an academic.

My perspectives are only for hire
because I believe what I say.

Please don't make that British mistake

of trying to belittle me
because I'm outnumbered.

Oh, please don't do
that American thing of thinking,

just because we're 11 hours' flying time
from Texas,

we don't know a ten-gallon hat
from a ten-dollar hooker.

- On the record, I resent that remark.
- Good!

On the record, did you know
that the Environmental Alliance,

a registered public charity in Wyoming,
is jointly funded,

about 15 bank accounts down the line,
which took a little bit of homework,

by five different oil corporations?

- I did not.
- Then I suggest

you take this document with you and revise
your independent status as an academic.

I'll make a formal complaint
to your government

and write to each of you individually
outlining independent opinions

that your chairman chose to obstruct.

Good day.

Yeah?

- Cal, yes or no, can you talk?
- Who's asking?

- Anne.
- Eh?

Anne Collins?

Anne!

Sorry, I worked till gone two-ish.
What time is it? Oh, shit!

Sorry, Stephen went back
to his own flat yesterday.

- How are you?
- I was fine till about 7.30.

- Do you know, um, Andrew Wilson?
- Spin doctor.

Well, he's asked me
to come down to London.

The Mail say they have a document
that proves Stephen was going to leave me.

Is that true?

Well, we're going to read it
in tomorrow's, so it must be.

Er, a document from where?

I don't know yet.

Actually, I didn't know
who to ring for advice

and I could do with a favour.

I can't have Anne Collins
staying at my house.

Haven't they heard of hotels
in Manchester?

She only wants to stay with me because
she wants to grill me about Stephen,

and I can't let her do that.

Come on! You live in a flat on your own,
needing company.

Not your kind of company. No!

- No what?
- Nothing.

- Nothing, what?
- Mind your nose.

When I first started working here,

people had all sorts of conversations
in front of me.

What does that tell you about your mouth?

I've asked Pete in. If Helen's working on
this, he needs to cover for her,

and if he starts hearing things,
I don't want him yakking...

Sorry, speculating.

- I know when to keep me mouth shut.
- Good.

But never in here.
You stay on the Westminster desk

with responsibility to Cal and Della
for this story only.

OK.

The Daily Mail say they've got a document
proving you were about to leave your wife.

Like what?

Faxed anonymously to the Mail
at ten past seven this morning.

But the details check out.

I had to.

Why the hell did you go to
an estate agent with Sonia Baker?

OK, OK, I did!

I mean, she hated where she was living.

She was always looking around.
That had bugger-all to do with me.

The registration form
at the estate agent's has her name

but your private phone number.

OK, Andrew, listen.

We were talking...just talking about
looking for somewhere to live.

Together?

- What do you want me to say?
- Quite a lot, as it happens.

Do you recognise that handwriting?

- No.
- Definitely not your wife's?

- Definitely not!
- Good.

Anne's arriving in a couple of hours.

What, you tell her before me?

Jesus!

Stephen!

Stephen...

Anne's on the train.

I didn't beg her.

I just discussed the problem.
I can handle this situation,

but only one thing at a time.

The favour you return is
not looking a mess.

Go about your scheduled business
till I call you.

We're all agreed.

You present as a man with domestic
problems, but not without rationale.

Who's "we"?

Unfortunate domestic situation
that any man might find himself in.

Apologetic, fine. Contrite, fine.

But not a bloody mess.

OK.

Why is the party pushing for Stephen
Collins to do another press conference?

This is a good start.

- I haven't even heard about that.
- Me neither.

Apparently, the Mail's got information
he was about to leave his wife.

He's only an MP. Why are they throwing
a press conference behind that?

He's Chairman of the Energy Select,
which is independent from the government,

but just the fact he got the job means
he's one to watch.

Everybody I talk to tips Stephen Collins
for the Cabinet within the next few years.

That must be true because the spin
doctors have talked Anne Collins

into appearing at the press conference
alongside him.

She's on the 9.30 train from Manchester.

They'll announce it at 12.

She's due on the podium at three
to give them time to brief her

on what to say when, apparently.

Is this true? Is he confirming or denying
a long-term affair now?

How would you like me to phrase that,
exactly?

Had your girlfriend
not gone under a train,

would you have left your wife for her?

It's a fair question...

...translated into adult.

Mrs Collins?

Helen Preger. Can I ask your reaction
to the news that Stephen's relationship

with Sonia Baker was about to cost you
your marriage?

Who told you I was here?

I'm just after an intelligent reaction
before the tabloids chew it to death.

- I've got a car outside.
- So do I.

- What paper are you from?
- Herald.

Anne?

Is Helen Preger one of yours?

Yeah. Sorry about that.

But listen, at least she's a grown-up,

and it'll buy me a lot of favours
down the line if you can talk to her now.

Well, I'm not going to talk here.
You can come in the car with me.

Thanks.

Did you decide to come into work
just to give me a pasting for last night?

This is a team story.

We share information, whether
it's information that suits you or not.

If that's not our deal,
I'll ask Cameron for a transfer.

Fine.

Collins told you it was just
a fling with Sonia Baker?

- Yeah.
- So he lied to you?

I don't know.

Have you asked him?

He knows I'm still trying to reach him.

He rang often enough when he wanted
you believing anything he said.

Stephen?

Angela?

Della Smith.

Have you heard anything about
this document the Mail's got hold of?

"A Wellwisher."

That's not for circulation.

- Obviously, it goes without saying.
- No, it doesn't.

I thought there was only two people
who knew we'd gone looking for flats.

Which is more than you're telling me.

I've got to go.

Listen...

...you find anything out,
you tell me first, OK?

Could Sonia's parents
have this information?

Her parents hate my guts.

They'd have put their name on it.

Will the Minister reconsider the
possibility of producing a further report

on the subject of the current levels of
debt in households across the country,

in particular, low-income households?

Evidence shows
that debt is spiralling out of control

and families not able to cope

are playing straight into the hands
of the loan sharks...

- Liz.
- Callum.

Did Collins give you this?

Is that a 6 or an 8?

9-4-6. Are you going to tell me
what he's saying now?

I didn't get it from him.

Listen, do you think
we can trace this number?

Please? Oh, and can you find out
where it was faxed from?

The truth is I'd known for some time about
Stephen's relationship with Sonia Baker.

We'd mutually agreed to dissolve
the marriage for this reason

- despite the impact on our children.
- Mrs Collins!

What was your reaction to
Sonia Baker's death, Mrs Collins?

Everybody wants everybody in politics
to be pristine,

but they still expect them to be
in touch with real life.

This was a bit of real life
that just...happened.

We grew apart.

Our marriage suffered from the strains
of work, mine and Stephen's.

Mistakes are easy in those circumstances.

In this case,
there were mistakes on both sides.

I'm profoundly sorry that Sonia Baker died
and my heart goes out

to her parents and to her family
and I'm...

...sure that conversations with her
in time could have been constructive.

Mrs Collins,
what does "errors on both sides" mean?

Errors are what tills make.
I said "mistakes".

Can you clarify?

Work it out.

Anne!

- No questions.
- It's OK.

Mr McCaffrey is not on the list.

I said it's OK. I'll see you
on the terrace. Two minutes.

Well done. That was brilliant.

You threw me a bit.
I wasn't expecting to see you there.

Is there somewhere
where I can have a smoke?

Are you kidding?
It's compulsory in here.

You did Stephen a lot of favours in there.
I hope he's grateful.

I didn't do it for him. I spent a year
working on the Select Committee report.

I don't think those people deserve to be
let down by his stupid bloody fantasies.

Look at the state of this!

I haven't worn it since Karen was born.

OK, back door.

Front door.

Alarm's knackered.

Are you sure this is OK?

Dead sure. Yeah.

It's just that I might not be around
much. Work's pretty busy.

If I'm in a hotel,
the hacks would only track me down.

Unlike this one.

Baldrick at one o'clock.

Here.

- I'll see you when I see you.
- Yeah.

Anne, we've got a couple more
interviews lined up for you...

I can't believe what time
you start in here.

Yeah, tell me about it!

This was faxed from here
at ten past seven this morning.

Could you tell me who signed for it?

- No.
- Why not?

Private transaction.

It's a police matter.

OK, fine.

I'll need to see your warrant card...

...and a Section 316 forcing me
to disclose...

...which you won't have.

OK.

50 cash.

- Male or female?
- Can't remember.

You can't have many people coming
through here at seven in the morning.

We do, actually.
Foreign students for the internet.

- Cash transaction.
- Say again?

- Cash transaction.
- Security?

Dummy camera.

- Shit!
- Hold on a sec.

But I think I might know who's running
the story for the Mail, if it helps.

The guy you described to me this morning,
has he used this bureau before?

Not for faxing, but I sometimes
see him walking past lunchtimes.

- Going which way?
- Right to left.

I couldn't swear to it, but I think
he was wearing an Apex tag.

What's an Apex tag?

The Apex building.
Round the corner. Serviced offices.

Listen, that's great.

Big help. Take care.

For all the good it does me!

Sit down.

Fine place to work.

It's the editor's office.
I don't actually have one.

Can I get you a drink - coffee, tea?

I can't drink coffee any more, can I?

Not a wink.
So coffee won't help me, will it?

So ask for tea.

Tea, please, Mr McCaffrey.

- Coffee, thanks.
- Sure.

Don't call him Mr McCaffrey.
He said his name's Cal.

- He calls me "Mrs Stagg".
- That's fine, but he's not a Mister.

Mr McCaffrey, I need your help.

I've got everything arranged
for a funeral.

Family, all my friends,
good friends.

But there's no body.

They won't release Kelvin's body.

Who have you talked to?

I got the brush-off from the new guy
running the case - Bell.

Wouldn't even talk to me. Got
some sergeant to come down to tell me...

We need a big, fat headline.
"Where's My Son?"

But on the grounds that he's evidence,
they're keeping him

until the case is cleared.

Or "They Cut Him Open
Without Her Permission".

I just need somebody
saying something nice about him.

They won't even let us see him.

I said, "We've seen him once
to identify him.

"Where's the harm in Mum looking again?"

They've moved him out to some place
near Heathrow.

Overcrowding.

I said, "Well, send him home.

"We're not overcrowded."

I'll get a colleague to run a piece.

He'll talk it through with you.

You won't get a front-page headline,

but I'll get on it right away.

Thanks.

- Can you send Pete in?
- He's just taking a call.

It's not important enough
for you to do it?

Stay there.

Not without a warrant.
This is not appropriate. Follow me.

You're assuming
we haven't got a warrant.

I've left the building.

Can you get my laptop and my coat?

Sit down, gentlemen.

What can I...?

What can I do for you realistically?

Somewhere a bit more private
might be appropriate.

Um... Yeah.

- What's going on?
- I'll explain later.

Well, if my office were free, we...

...we could...we could use
that.

It's an idea.

- Della, where are you now?
- just coming back to the office.

Don't. Park up. I'll come and find you.

- Where's your laptop?
- At home. Why?

The police are in the building. I don't
know if they've got a warrant or not.

We need to talk
to this guy from the Mail.

OK.

- I'm not hiding from the police.
- What the hell are you doing?

I don't want them to know
we've been talking.

- I'm ashamed of nothing.
- Me neither.

Listen, this is not just
about Kelvin's death, OK?

Other people died on that day and since.

I don't care about them!

Look, you want Kelvin's name cleared,
yeah?

So do I.

It's not going to happen tomorrow.

Trust me.

Come on, Mum.

If Della Smith is in the building,
could somebody please tell her

that her house burned down
or her Lottery numbers came up?!

No?

I'm not in the habit of lying.

She's not here.

She's working on the Kelvin Stagg murder?

Correct.

With your chief reporter, Cal McCaffrey?

- Also correct.
- Is he here?

I believe not. Mr Bell...

It's Detective Chief Inspector Bell.

If you want to talk to busy people,
you make a date or risk disappointment.

Can you tell me the extent of
their investigations into that murder?

No.

- Well, you're their editor.
- They haven't filed a story yet.

Oh, what, so they just run around
spending your budget without recourse?

Seniors do. I know. I don't like it.

I'd rather be a dictator,
but no-one would work for me.

One of my officers was murdered.

Don't piss me about!

Now Della Smith warned Stuart Brown
that the patient he was guarding

was a potential target for reprisals.

Now, where did she get the authority
to present that theory?

I could've... Well, my mother could've
given you that from the TV reports.

A gunman tries to kill a witness,
but not quite.

It stands to reason the motive
for shooting the guy's still valid.

She sought him out at 11pm
to tell him that!

- You've met Della?
- Interviewed her.

Beautiful woman, recently dumped by
a long-term boyfriend. It's a lonely job.

Maybe she took a shine
to your Stuart Brown.

I really can't...speculate.

Well, I can, obviously.

I just have.

But it's not helpful, is it?

I want to talk to her.

I'm sure she won't object.

Now what are you doing?

It's two shots, isn't it?
You skimmed the black.

You skimmed the black, you tosser!

Hello, Mr McCaffrey.

And I know your face.

Della Smith.

Day off, Dan?

Or are you filing stories from here now?

I've been known to before now.

I went freelance about 12 months back.

Paying your own tax is a bit scary.

Spending it's a lot more fun,
but ultimately perilous.

So where did your lot get hold of this?

Come on, I'm not that pissed.

More to the point, where did you?

You should tell your editor
it's no longer exclusive.

We put it onto the website
before any of you lot.

And do you know what?
We didn't even pay for it.

A genuine, anonymous freebie.
Not a penny.

- Posted or faxed?
- Posted.

Liar! It came from the fax bureau
in Half Moon Street.

What's it worth?

I've paid what it's worth.

The two of you, all the way
down here to tell me that?

I don't think so.

What? You think this is the story?

Stephen Collins shacking up
with some floozy?

Ring me when you're on the lookout
for a bigger adventure, Dan.

Shit!

Oh, that on the lookout?

Yeah, Anne Collins.
She checked in this afternoon?

I'm sorry. She's not here.

But I know she's here. I'm her husband.

Mrs Collins checked out
about an hour after arriving.

Thank you.

You're in?

It's just to get changed, really.

I'm back to work,
and then off to a party, so...

Well, thanks for this.
I'm really grateful.

Oh, no problem, no problem.

I did the right thing.

There were about 20 messages
at the hotel -

breakfast shows, radio interviews,

women's magazines,
women-hating men's magazines.

Great bolthole, huh?

I could have earned my annual salary
and expenses.

Well, you're in my room - clean bedding
and everything, which is a miracle for me.

- I'll be fine on the sofa.
- No, too late. Let's have a drink.

OK, there is vodka,

gin,

Scotch and brandy.

They're all miniatures,
but there's loads of them.

I tell you what, saddest day of my life,
being dumped by an air stewardess.

First-class upgrades, everything.

Hey.

Big day.

Massive day. It's OK.

No, it's not.
This is the last thing you need.

I'm sitting in the taxi going,
"What are we going to talk about?

"I don't even know him properly.

"I stuffed envelopes with him
for an election campaign.

"And he only said yes
cos he couldn't say no."

- I should have just jumped on the train.
- No, you shouldn't.

Because you don't want your kids
seeing you like this, do you?

And anyway, look, I know you
well enough to...want to help you.

It's no hassle.

It's nowhere near hassle.

I swear, OK?

OK.

OK.

Um...

The bathroom's changed positions
since the last time you were here.

It's first on the left now.

- That's fine.
- OK. Thanks.

We're hearing there was
a lot of security at that hotel, but...

Stay there.

- What's this in aid of?
- Can we have a word?

He's done good investigative work
with the lndy and the Mail.

And if we're talking work ethic,
the guy never sleeps.

We think
he's got information worth having.

And we know for a fact
he's not signed a contract with the Mail.

He's a pisshead.

The reason he never sleeps is because
he can't turn his back on a drink.

He's too young mentally.

Loudmouth bloody typist -
that's all you get with him!

And he's a dedicated freelance.

So, you only have to pay for what you get.

Cameron, he knows something.

Honestly, he's useful.

Do we know what he's earning?

He hasn't even mentioned money, so...

He wants this.

But you don't give him any cash,
advance expenses. He'll only blow it

on that strung-out freak he married
when he was about 12! Have you met her?

Lunatic!

Wedding was a total farce.

Gareth Gates meets Betty Blue...!

Oi!

Anything you publish, you publish
under your mother's maiden name.

OK.

And you never, under any circumstances,

on these premises,

ever refer to me as "Dad".

Understand?

So long as you're paying
what I'm worth these days.

Commensurate to how much you know.

And I'm the sceptical one,
so don't push it, Tonto.

The letter was faxed anonymously
to their editor

first thing this morning from a Kinko
franchise in Half Moon Street.

Not for me, thanks. I'm laying off.

The manager doesn't remember
whether the customer was male or female.

Yeah?

Male, blond hair, 5' 10".

Slim build, black or navy suit,
white shirt - Prada?

Black suede shoes - Armani?

He's used the fax bureau
once or twice before

and he works
somewhere in the Apex building.

Anything else?

I know Sonia Baker
had a private source of income.

I've got her bank statements here.
They're spot-on.

Barclays, maybe.

And...she was taking two grand a month
into a NatWest account.

- From?
- Cash, but 2/1 it's Collins.

And that money's been going
in there, right?

That same money's been going in there

since a couple of months
after she started working with him.

Yet he's saying publicly that they only
started their affair two months back.

What a bad liar!

Assuming that he is that source of income.

I don't think he was going to
leave his wife

and I think Sonia Baker
probably topped herself

when she realised that he wouldn't.

Well, it's a much better story.

Except she didn't top herself.

We know Sonia Baker was on a hit list.

Fuck me.

Well, for what?

That's kind of where we're up to.

I mean, it doesn't rule out suicide
entirely,

but the odds on it are slimmer, obviously.

Kid from an estate 15 miles away,
Kelvin Stagg.

- The gangland killing?
- It wasn't a gangland killing.

Not for the first time, Stagg lifted
a briefcase. It belonged to the hit man.

That's the only connection we've got.

Stagg had never met Sonia,

but he rings her to warn her
that someone's after her.

Somebody with a gun has got her name,
face, movements in his briefcase.

Kelvin's seen the guy, seen the gun,
tells her all this.

- How scared is she?
- How scared would you be?

- The call only lasted for two minutes.
- And she didn't ring the police.

She doesn't use her phone again
for an hour.

You'd be straight on to the police.

Unless she had somebody there
to discuss it with.

Collins went back to his own flat
that morning.

- You've interviewed Stephen Collins?
- Yeah, he's a personal friend.

The next call Sonia Baker made
lasted nearly an hour...from a land line.

Payphone in her building.

One of the cleaners saw her using it.

Well done, Pete!

Er, she rang a company switchboard -

Apex House.

Result!

Now, would that have made any sense to you
if I hadn't been here tonight? No!

How many businesses currently trade
out of the Apex building, Pete?

30-odd. Mostly small outfits.

Don't kiss your own arse
till you get us a name.

Well, that'll do for now.
All of you, well done.

Just a general note - don't e-mail
any of this stuff to each other.

All hard copy has to be kept
off the network.

You know, just be sensible.

- Oh, Jesus!
- I'm sorry.

Alphabeticising your CDs.

It's not a bit psychiatric.

Some of the best there. You recommended
them when I was in Manchester.

Not the compilations, I didn't.

Blokes only start buying compilations
past the age of 30,

petrified of looking out of the loop.

- You've cheered up.
- It's true.

I like compilations.

Anyway, how sad is managing
a record store at your age?

I bet six years doing Geopolitics
came in really handy, didn't it?

It does, actually, because I can tell them
how many people were killed

during the Jamaican elections when
Bob Marley released No Woman, No Cry.

Bore the arse off all my staff.

Listen, do you fancy this party?

I'm actually happier here than I look,
and, um...

...I'm fully stabilised
on all your miniatures, so...

Are you sure?

Go.

OK.

See you later.

Bye!

God! This is your regular?!

First drinks are on me.
The rest I'll have to owe you.

So my music's so shit,

you feel compelled to do backing vocals?

Do not go for me, Cal.

No, they always do karaoke.

I hate karaoke.

Present standards excepted.

Do you want another drink?

Yeah.

There's been heavy rain
in northern Italy...

...which has resulted in flooding
in this area. We're going to see some...

Dad?!

Where's Mum?

Isn't she here?

She's staying in London.

Come on. Let's get in.

John, Maureen.

If we had Stephen Collins' accounts,
it could make things clearer.

I'm sure we could get 'em.
If we paid enough, we'd get anything.

But if Cal's a mate,
he's got to ask Collins straight up.

Because he's a mate,
that might not happen.

Then where are you going?

What if Sonia Baker
was blackmailing Collins?

Well, if you're going to say that,
you've got to take it the full run.

Would Collins have her killed for that?

He's on the underground when she goes
under a train up the line.

How to prove he definitely
didn't give the floozy a push?

It's just my luck to land
an exciting new job

with the deck crew
from Mutiny On The Bounty!

Does Cal know you all think like this?

I'm just warning you to stick
to your guns if you've got an opinion.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Here we go.

I've had too much to drink. Um...

Thingy.

You don't know, do you?

You're crap.

Dirty Vegas.

Yeah.

Album?

- Dirty Vegas.
- Yeah.

Track?

Lost Not Found.

Oh!

15 seconds.

It's borderline Alzheimer's.

OK, um...

Same album, different track.

Ready?

- Mm-hm.

So has she rung since teatime?

Louis said you made that stuff up
in the press conference,

that she had an affair, as well.

Yeah, she lied.

For my benefit.

It was her idea, not mine.

OK...

Anything you want.

Hmm?

Any question you want to ask me.

Do you still love Mum?

Not as much as I once did.

Would you have left us for Sonia Baker?

Look...

Me and your mum, we had...

...issues to resolve,
but you and Karen have always been

and you will always be the most...

Just answer the question!

Get your own.

Is that the state of modern journalism,
taking a beer to bed?

Yeah... No, I've still got some work
to do.

I'll open it when I'm finished.

- Night.
- Night.

- You get clicking.
- OK.

Thank you.

Night.

Goodnight.

- You pay and I'll make some coffee.
- That sounds really fair

Thank you. ...Pete, Pete! I've paid
the driver, he's taking you home.

We haven't disappeared into thin air,
all right?

Yeah...

I was going to kiss him, but
he looked like he was going to throw up.

He only had about half what we had.
It's really embarrassing.

Have I still got a toothbrush here?

Yeah, but I used it to clean my shoes!

That's all right. What colour shoes?

Green!

- Ssh!
- Oh... Sorry.

Sorry.

- I'm normally quite dignified, actually.
- He's not interested.

Shit!

I've been staring at that patch on your
ceiling. So I've given up trying to sleep.

Do you want a coffee?

I've just had one, thanks,
but you help yourself.

What are you working on?

Me?

No, it's... All that stuff comes
from a different office.

This is, um...

Can I have a look?

It's not very interesting.

Did you know Stephen was having an affair?

No.

Would you have told me?

No.

This is not a very good idea.

Anne...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you had to go through this.

I'm sure Stephen...

...wouldn't have wanted you
to find out like that.

I'm sorry.

Can I use a tape recorder?

Nope.

Did you or anyone from your team
authorise a raid on one of my reporters?

- Nope.
- You go to my office,

asking to see my notes.

You apply for a warrant
which you get refused

because there's no evidence
to support your application,

so you bust my flat
and make it look like a burglary?

Yes or no?!

I'm not even going to dignify that
with a reply.

Well, you'd better dignify it
with something

or I'm giving you a page all to yourself.

Page three, probably, where people
in your field still look for big tits.

Well, fire away. You'll just double
my income from a libel suit.

I'm not a liar, Mr Foster.

I don't know anyone in my field
who'd even try that.

West Midlands Crime Squad
not conjuring any images whatsoever?

Yeah, how is this helping?
If your flat's been turned over

and you're genuinely scared by
the implications of what's gone missing,

I mean, you talk to me,
you tell me things.

Or cut out the middleman, take his
salary and we do the whole job for him.

But you don't come in here accusing me!

Actually, Cameron, I'm fine.

I can sort this out.

I'll get Liz to book you into a hotel
tonight and I'll send someone

into the flat to clean up as soon as the
police have conducted a thorough search.

Jump before you're pushed, Mr Foster.

If that's not a quote,
I don't know what is.

You saw the guy leaving your building.

He looked like one of the police officers

I saw in the hospital
the night DI Brown was shot.

I'll get you ID pictures of
all the officers there that night.

You pick one out,
you're welcome to my salary, hm?

OK, um...

Me first.

I'm really sorry.

Me first, I'm not.

Though...it's fine that you are.

OK, I'm not that sorry.

Yeah, well...

...I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I thoroughly enjoyed it, too.

And I would buy another ticket.

- If things weren't this complicated.
- If things weren't this complicated.

But the complications aren't my fault.

Hey, well, you know,
they're not mine either, but...

I'm not helping, am I?

I knew Stephen was having an affair
because somebody told me in July.

I got a letter.

Anonymous.

I didn't confront him with it
because I didn't want to, um...

...give some gutless prick
the satisfaction of manipulating me.

Have you still got it?

Somewhere.

Yes.

...Birmingham New Street...

...calling at Coventry,
Birmingham International.

Birmingham New Street,
shortly departing from Platform 12.

- Anne?
- What are you doing there?

Well, you'd...checked out of the hotel.

I assumed you'd come home.

- Is Louis there?
- Yeah.

Er, Mum.

Hiya. When are you home?

Couple of hours or so.
Can you do me a favour?

Sure.

Behind your dad's back, but I wouldn't ask
if it wasn't vital. Do you understand me?

Fine. Yeah.

Keep an eye on the toast.

Have you got the letter?

- Are you waiting for this?
- Am I taking you home?

No. I've got a lift, thanks.

Did you read it?

Did you expect me to?

Have you seen Della?

- Her phone's off.
- She got burgled last night.

Helen was with her.

- What got taken?
- Like that's your first question!

Her computer.

- Helen.

- What happened last night?
- She's OK...

- Hello.
- Hi. Can I help you?

I've got an appointment with
your buildings manager. Helen Preger.

- Sign in, please.
- Thanks.

Hi. I've got a Helen Preger
in reception for you.

Helen...Preger.

OK.

Um, Alan doesn't seem
to be expecting you.

Really? I am in the right building...

- Which building are you looking for?
- McDonald's. No?

I don't know.
Let's have another look.

OK, not certain, but it's either
a Tom Daley or Dominic Foy.

The Is and Ys are similar.

- Dominic Foy?
- Yeah.

Just sign in the box, please.

Sorry. It's only...

I should have delivered this hours back.

Whatever.

For my benefit, if you could just...

If you just write in the box...please.

Like what?

Er? "No problems with delivery"?

Life-saver. Cheers!

Right, what I'm going to tell you
is confidential.

For your own benefit, confidential.

4am this morning, the motorcycle courier
regained consciousness.

Still poorly, but he does remember
events leading up to the incident.

He was able to give us a description
of the man who shot him.

This is his...

...and this is your description
of the man that robbed your flat.

Dominic Foy?

Yeah.

Can we talk to you about Sonia Baker?

Who's Sonia Baker?

You talked to her for an hour
the morning she died. That Sonia Baker.

- What are you? Police?
- We could have been.

Take a seat, take a...take a seat.

I'll just get you some passes.

Sally, three passes
and coffee and biscuits all round?

Please.

- You start the questions.
- With what?

The letters first, or he's never going to
believe we've got enough to hook him.

We haven't. Look, if we start with
the letter, we've nowhere to go.

Mention the fax he sent to the Mail

and hold back on the Mrs Collins.

Shit!

We've lost him.

- As in?
- He's legged it.

Good! At least
we know we got the right man.

I'll get someone to find
an address for him.

Are you OK?

It's a warrant to search the premises

and remove any material
pertinent to my investigations.

All of it, if I have to.

Thank you.
Can we have an officer down there, please?

Make sure no-one shreds anything
or turns anything off.

The guy who burgled my flat
was the killer.

How do you know that?

No way am I risking my life for this,
Cameron!

I want him caught.

You should have
warned me yourself.

Call the goblins off.

What you're looking for is in here.

- Who decided this was ambiguous?
- With respect,

- there isn't a shred of evidence...
- Where did this come from?

I don't know.

Where?

The contact is anonymous on the grounds
that his or her life may be in jeopardy.

I back that assumption fully.

I need your contact.

I can't help you.

Callum McCaffrey, I'm arresting you
on suspicion

of perverting the course of justice.
Cuff him.

Cuff him!

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention now
or when questioned

something that you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be taken down
and used in evidence against you.

Excuse me.

Get your hands off me!