All language subtitles for Above Suspicion s03e01 Deadly Intent 1.eng

(Bell chiming)

(Car horn)

(Whistle)

The facial surgery alone
will take me six hours.

I want you to use this.

Fentanyl? Do you know
how dangerous this is?

It's what I want.

Fentanyl can be used for the liposuction,
but I'm lifting your entire face,

and I don't want to have
a dead patient in my clinic.

I make the decisions.

(Groans)

It's nearly over. I'm gonna organise
a taxi to take you to your hotel.

(Talking and laughter
in background)

(Bell chiming)

(Siren)

Good. Really, really good.

I'm really pleased
with the work.

(Gasps)

(Groans)

(Gasps)

(Sirens)

Bloody crimestoppers awards breakfast.
Bollocks! Welcome to the world of a chief super.

Sorry for dragging you out
here. Oh, you did the right thing.

You got her in? I needed a
di, and they sent her. Is that ok?

Why wouldn't it be?

Travis. I guess this means
we get to work together again.

Yeah... i suppose it does.

Shall we?

Take this to the lab
and get ballistics on it.

Woman: This blood distribution
- we need to get it measured.

Pete Jenkins. Dcs
James Langton. Di Travis.

Pleasure. Classic
dealer setup gone wrong.

Someone got upset. Moved out
in a hurry. There's gear left behind.

Shot twice. One bullet recovered.
The other looks still to be in him.

Well, he doesn't look like your
typical customer. Any ID on him?

I know who he is. Who?

Sorry I'm late. Yeah, me too. Check
out the neighbour who called this in.

Number 52 - mrs Webster. Made
numerous complaints in the past.

Right. Well, get
on with it, then.

Frank Brandon. How
did he end up here?

When did you last work
with him? A year ago.

He took early retirement, before he
was pushed, if you know what I mean.

Bit dodgy, was he?

So, what do you think happened?

He was shot.

All right. I was only asking.

(Door bell)

Mrs Webster?

I was in bed. Were you asleep?

Asleep? With that music?

If you can call it music.

Shouting, booming, banging.

It's just noise... All the time.

You said in your 999 call
that you heard gunshots.

Well, I don't know that
they were gunshots.

But I do know that
they were very loud.

Just like fireworks
night. Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots? Are you sure?

Oh, yes, I'm quite
sure. It woke Jeremy.

Who's Jeremy? My son.

Can we see him?

No. He may have
heard or seen something.

No. He doesn't know anything.
Can we ask him ourselves?

No. He's sleeping.

He needs his rest.
He gets very tired.

Ok. Thank you for
your time, mrs Webster.

Is that the wife and kid?

Didn't have any kids.
Not that I knew of.

He was engaged to
a girl called Connie.

The girl in the photo?
She looked quite posh.

That wasn't her.
Who was she, then?

I don't know. Connie's er...

Not posh? No.

I hate doing these.

Woman: I knew this was coming.

I knew something was
wrong as soon as I saw you.

So, these are frank's papers?

His files and stuff,
I guess. Yeah.

They might help us find
out who did this to frank.

We were supposed
to be getting married.

But I'd not heard
from him for weeks.

He was off doing long hours.

He said he'd landed some
big job. Proper money.

Did he say what the job was? No.

He just said he'd be away for a
few weeks, and then we'd be set up.

I mean, I didn't like it,

but we're saving up
for a place of our own.

I can't believe this.

Connie, do you know
who he was working for?

Danny, his name was.

(Pounding music) 'Italian.

But he didn't sound
Italian. Petrozzo.

Danny petrozzo.'

frank reckoned he was
gonna be coining it in.

Was frank living here with you?

No. He said, until we got married,
it was best to stay here with mum.

I'll be in touch as soon
as we get any news.

You mean he could be alive?

No, sweetheart. Frank's dead.

More presents for you,
Joan. From frank Brandon.

You shouldn't have.

(Both together) Right...

Gather round.

Hurry up!

For those who don't know
me, I'm dcs James Langton.

Dci Lewis will be heading
up this investigation.

It's his first. I expect you
to give him your support.

Now, we're gonna be
under the spotlight on this,

because the victim is one of us.

Former detective
inspector frank Brandon.

Now, we worked a
couple of cases together.

He was no choirboy,
but he was a met officer...

(Phone buzzing) ..With
over 25 years' experience.

I have to take this.

Right. We're waiting for
forensics and pathology reports,

but we have, I
believe, two shots.

One to the face
and one to the chest.

Er... sir... So...

What led this extremely
experienced officer

to die in a drug squat?

Find out who he was,
what he was doing,

who his friends
were, his enemies.

Joan, have you been going
through those papers? Yes, sir.

Ok. So, we know that he worked as a
driver for a guy called Danny petrozzo.

Paul, you check that
name out. Already on it.

Sorry, sir... Travis?

Sir, the neighbour, mrs Webster,
said that she clearly heard three shots.

Well, how reliable is
she? Maybe she misheard.

Forensics only found two bullets. They have
stripped that flat, without finding a third.

Right.

Well, I was hoping to speak to
her son, who lives with her, but...

But...? There's something wrong
with him. I saw a lot of mental-health...

Go back and speak
with him, Travis.

Nobody else on that estate
is talking to us. We need help.

Well, this might be something.

The last call on frank's
mobile was to a Julia.

Now, in this diary, from
the papers brought in...

Today, please, Joan.

The last entry was made three
months ago - a pick-up in knightsbridge.

The client's number is the
same one off his mobile.

And the name - Julia Larson.

(Knock at door)

Yes?

Julia Larson? Yes.

I'm dci Lewis. This is
my colleague, ds barolli.

We're investigating the murder of a
man we believe worked for you as a driver.

His name's frank Brandon.

Do you remember him?

He's my husband.

(Pounding music)

Danny, it's me - frank.

This was in his wallet. Can you
confirm that it's you in the photograph?

Yes. Yes, that's me,
with my son William.

Can we see your son?
No. Well, he's at harrow.

I know this is difficult,

but, erm... Was your husband
involved in drugs at all?

Why would you say that? He
was found in a known crack house.

(Pounding music)

Do you know why he'd visit
somewhere like that? No.

You met when he
became your driver. Yes.

And that was this
April - correct? Yes.

And you married when?

In may.

Were you aware that he was
already engaged to a ms Connie short?

No.

No, I wasn't.

I was hoping to
speak to your son.

Jeremy, is it?

Well, I need to check
whether he's up to it.

I'm sorry. Is he ill?

No, he's not ill.

It's just that he doesn't
react well to stress.

He gets... Upset.

It used to be good here.

Now, the needles, the filth,
the junkies around all the time.

It's like living in a nightmare.

Of course, the council
talk about rehousing,

but we'd lose our occupational
therapist then. Do you see?

Can you give me a few
minutes? Yes, of course.

Jeremy, I'm not coming in. I'm staying
this side of the carpet, on the white line.

It's a police officer.
She wants to talk to you.

Ok.

Hello.

My name's Anna. I'm a detective.

Shut the door.

Did you hear the gunshots
last night, Jeremy?

Your mum said she heard
three loud bangs, like fireworks.

Did you hear them?

Do you like to write, Jeremy?

What do you write about?

Visitors. Visitors?

Here or...? They do not have
residents' parking permits.

It's against the law to park
on the estate without a permit.

Those who park here
without a permit do so illegally,

but I watch them
and I write them down.

So, these are the details of
every car parked on the estate?

Don't touch the notebook!

Parking here is
for residents only.

They have to show the
correct permit in the windscreen.

Right. I understand.

Do you have a list
of cars for last night?

I could do something about those
people who park illegally, Jeremy.

I haven't written them up
yet. But you know them.

See, you could help me...

And I could help you.

Nm07 pml. Ford focus. Red.

Lr57 uya. Nissan navara. Black.

'F264 ngm. Leyland
maestro. White.

X654 lxo. Vauxhall
cavalier. Grey.

Bn04 rxz. Toyota
corolla. Silver.'

y605 ehh. Peugeot 306. Green.

Yx52 fyo. Mazda...

He wouldn't let me take the notebooks,
and shrieked when I touched them.

But I copied down what I could.

But he could recite them all
from memory? That's amazing.

He logged down every car that went in and out
of the estate on the night of the shooting.

I'm sorry, but you'll have
to go through them all.

Oh, terrific(!)

Cross-ref them for anyone with
form, or anything that stands out.

Yeah. Will do. Oh, Pete Jenkins called.
Said he'd found something of interest.

Asked for you specifically.

What the hell's all this?
Oh, Travis wrote that up, sir.

It's like exchange and
bloody mart in here.

Rifling on the bullet
suggests a .38 revolver.

Now, such a powerful
weapon at such close range -

you'd expect significant exit
spatter across the wall behind him.

But something caused
a void on the wall.

What, like someone
standing behind him?

So the blood
distribution indicates.

Would they be injured? Well,
they'd be covered in the victim's blood.

But you only found
two bullets? Mmm.

We're still running
the prints from the flat.

Thanks for this, Pete. That's
all right. Just doing my job.

Are you free tonight?

I can't tonight.

That's ok. I just
thought I'd ask.

Maybe another time.

Julia, my poor darling. David,
I tried to call you. I'm scared.

It's all right. I'm here now.

This is a complete outrage
- forcing a grieving widow...

And you are?

David rushton, of
rushton and coleridge.

I handle Julia's affairs, as
well as being a friend of hers.

Well, a full identification
of the body's required, so...

This is cruel and
unnecessary. Surely...

David... david, it's ok.

I have to know it's frank.

Ok. So, you're sure you're
happy to go through with this?

Oi! Travis!

Good breakfast here, Travis.

No, I'm all right
with tea, thanks.

What did forensics have?
Unusual blood spatter.

Apparently, there was a second
person standing behind frank.

Might just be another junkie.

But he'd have to be
standing right behind him.

Either way, we've got a witness.

What? Frank Brandon took
out a life-insurance policy,

just after he was married, with his new wife,
Julia, made out as the sole beneficiary.

How much? Half
a million. (Whistles)

And what do we make of Julia?

Swedish? She's Danish.

She hires frank as a driver.
Doesn't know him from Adam.

Marries him a month later. Then they
move into that place in knightsbridge.

I mean, what's a woman like
her doing with a bloke like him?

Do you want marmalade with that?
Maybe he just landed on his feet.

She's obviously
worth a Bob or two.

And frank told poor Connie
he'd come into money.

He just didn't mention
it was another woman's.

I want you to speak to Julia

and stop pissing
about with lists of cars.

(Sighs) Oh, yeah. Joan came
up with the address of a garage.

Registered in Brandon's name.

Good. Let's go.

Paul - now. Frank's
garage. Come on.

(Doors clanking)

(Gasping)

(Groans) Oh, it stinks.

Well, it's a good
size. Pleasing aspect.

I don't think he brought
ms Brandon here too often.

That hardly looks like
the marital bed, does it?

Yes? I'm di Travis. I was
wondering if you had a few minutes.

I spoke to your colleagues. I don't
know what else you expect me to say.

If he worked late, he would sleep
in here, so as not to disturb me.

When was the last time
you saw your husband?

I last saw him in the morning.

On the day you said he died.

I didn't see him the entire
day, and I went to bed early.

You weren't worried when
he didn't return home?

No. He was often out late.

Working.

Being made to wait by a client.

Do you know what car
he was driving? No idea.

It wasn't his own? No, it would
have belonged to his employer.

Danny petrozzo?

And it was through him that you
found frank in the first place - correct?

Yes.

Yes, it was.

Do you have his contact
details? Look, I'm very busy.

I have a funeral to arrange...

If you ever release the body.

I understand, but we have
a murder to investigate.

Your husband's.

I'll have it somewhere.

What are you doing?

Who's this?

This is your son
William. Is that his father?

That's absolutely
none of your business.

I am investigating a murder. I do
have a right to ask you questions.

Yes. It's my
ex-husband. Anthony.

I don't have to explain
or justify anything to you.

Do I have to remind you,
or perhaps your superiors,

that my husband
has just been killed?

So, now, please leave. I'm finding
your presence terribly upsetting.

Of course. I'm so sorry.

Is that mr petrozzo's card?

One thing: The surname
of your ex-husband?

Collingwood.

Thank you.

(Whirring)

Yeah, we have a
few leads coming in.

No, I...

(Sighs) Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Like I said, I'm across it.

Yes, ma'am.

Knock-knock.

Well, I had a very interesting
conversation with Julia Brandon.

And? Well, she doesn't
seem like she's in mourning.

Everyone deals with
grief differently, Travis.

I found out that she'd been previously
married. Freaked out when I asked about him.

Get a name? Anthony
collingwood. There was a picture.

Right. Check it out. I thought maybe
he's where the money comes from.

It's a possibility.

It just smells a bit fishy. I
certainly touched a nerve, anyway.

Just do your homework. If you
get anything, update Lewis in full.

Right. Hey. What's
that supposed to mean?

Nothing. No, I'll
decide if it's nothing,

and it's the custom to use
'sir' when speaking to a dcs.

Sir, I'm sorry if I... Look.

You're good, but that doesn't mean you
can pick and choose when you show respect.

Now, Lewis is your dci. He's
there because he's earned it.

Right? He's running
this case. Work with him.

Not against him.

Have I done something
to offend you?

What?

It's just, you seem
a bit tetchy with me.

I mean, what's
this really about?

I'll tell you what
this is about.

A former colleague gets
shot in a shitty drug den.

I have to tell his poor fiancee, who hadn't a
clue he was actually married to somebody else.

And as well as the five other
cases I'm supposed to be covering,

I've got the friggin' press on my back about
an ex-policeman bent as a dog's back leg,

and a commander who wants the whole thing
wrapped up and off the front bloody page!

So, yes...

You could say I'm a bit tetchy.

Right. Thank you, sir.

(Door closes)

No need to thank me.

No, there isn't, is there?

I'll get someone to
help, Joan. Thanks, Mike.

Mike... how are
you? How's your wife?

Yeah, she's fine... Fine.
Did you get anything?

Well, yes, actually. Two
hits from Travis's list.

Eddie court. Burglar,
shoplifter, drug user.

A leyland maestro
registered in his name

was outside the flat the night
of the shooting. The address.

Excellent. Sir... And Danny
petrozzo, frank's boss,

has a record going
back 20 years.

Now, it's nothing serious.
Handling stolen goods. Possession.

No sighting at the address we have for him,
but his four-by-four is also on Jeremy's list.

Great. Paul! Let's
go. Excuse me, sir.

Yeah? Erm... it's
about Julia Brandon.

Her ex-husband might
be of some interest.

Ok. I haven't got time
to write this up now,

but get the details of this
petrozzo character from Joan.

Joan! Find him. He's vital. Ok?

Yeah, ok.

Still think that list of
cars was a waste of time?

What do you want -
a round of applause?

That's the Van. Leyland maestro.

(Door bell)

Eddie court?

Eddie!

I'll just go and get him.

All right, Eddie!
Enough. Enough.

Listen. I don't know what you think I've
done, but that ladder - that's mine, right?

We're not here about a ladder.
Your Van was on the Warren estate.

Night before last. No, man.

Why were you there? I wasn't.

We've got a witness
who says otherwise.

Well, someone must
have used my Van.

What, has it been
stolen recently? No, but...

Eddie, we're not interested
in what you bought there.

We want to know
who you saw there.

(Groans) Oh, my
mum's gonna kill me.

Hey, Anna. Hi.

Hi. Erm... Two things.

Among the crack and the
heroin we found at the flat,

we also found something a little
unusual - a drug called fentanyl.

Should I have heard of that? It's
prescribed in micrograms, usually,

for pain management -
late-stage cancer patients.

That sort of thing. In
patch form, usually.

But this...

This is produced
from pure powder,

and it's hundreds of times
more powerful than morphine.

Blimey. A hundred milligrams
would kill you instantly.

That's a few grains
of salt. A pinhead.

But this amount is enough to kill
you, me and everyone in this building.

My god! You think
they were dealing this?

Let's hope not. Now, this
we picked up at the flat.

We've got a print
match and a name.

Silas roach.

Nasty sod. Rather you than
me, if you know what I mean.

(Pounding music)

What the fuck are you
lookin' at, white boy?

Looks like you got
lucky there, Silas.

How about your mate,
Danny petrozzo? How's he?

Who the fuck are
you, eh? Oh, fuck!

(Tyres squealing)

Er... excuse me. Excuse me! You
need to report to the duty sergeant.

What's going on?
He pushed past me.

I said he needs to report to the
duty sergeant. I don't know who he is.

Hey! Hey! Stay where you are.

Talking to me? Yeah.
Do you know who I am?

Leave your hands
where I can see them.

I was going for
my ID, you prick.

Dci Sam power. Drug squad.

I'm dcs Langton. This
is a restricted area.

Why didn't you
check him out, Joan?

I was just going to the ladies',
and he burst in. I didn't have time.

I've had a whole team
trailing Silas roach for months!

You should get a new team,
then. I'm not just after him,

but his dealers, his contacts,
his whole fucking network.

So, where were these
crack surveillance officers

when roach was pumping
bullets into frank Brandon?

Our intelligence didn't suggest he'd
show up at one of his own places.

Intelligence? That's funny.

Why didn't you make contact
with my team before steaming in?

You found your man
dead in that place.

Then the whole world is trampling
all over it, but you don't contact me?

It's not a drug-squad case any more.
It's about the murder of an ex-officer.

Oh, yeah. And what
a rotten one, eh?

You see, we move our dirty coppers
on. You lot obviously pick 'em up.

(Knock at door) Yes.

Oh, you're in here.
Your wife's on the phone.

Sam power. Drug squad.

Di Anna Travis.

So, if this Silas roach
was such a big shot,

what was he doing there?

What was Brandon doing
there, getting his face shot off?

Can I suggest, dci power,

that we have a full
exchange of information?

Share and share alike,
so we can help each other.

Or are you just
here to piss me off?

You make sure you
don't piss me off, pal.

I'm doing you a big favour.

Now, we snatched
Silas roach an hour ago.

He was carrying this baby.

I came here to suggest
you come and question him.

Whenever you're ready.

Get this to ballistics. Sir...

Can I pass by the squat? I want to
see the progress on the missing bullet.

Yeah, fine by me. Just
make sure Lewis knows.

Silas roach.

Oh, no, man.

I am dead.

Oh, we can protect
you, Eddie. From him?

Yeah, that's funny(!)

But you haven't
grassed up anyone.

We got his name from
a print match, didn't we?

I just went there to pick
up my gear, as usual. Right?

I knew Danny. He's all right.

Danny who? Petrozzo?

Yeah.

Eddie. All right, mate?

'I'd scored from him before,
but this time it was all edgy.'

all of the kids were out front. It
felt like something was going down.

Silas was there?

'It scared the shit out
of me, just seeing him.'

what the fuck
are you lookin' at?

No, he's cool. He's
cool. Aren't you, Eddie?

'I handed over my notes,
got all my gear, and I walked.'

see you next time, son.

That's when I
passed this geezer.

Frank Brandon?

Just him? Or was
he with someone?

'Yeah, there was
someone. A blond fella.

Proper lurch. Tall.
Scraping the ceiling.'

and?

(Gunshots)

'Well, when I heard it start
licking off, I didn't hang about.

I just wanted out.'

(engine spluttering)

(Groans)

Please! Come on.

I saw Danny coming out. It looked
like he was helping the tall bloke.

(Music pounding)

(Engine starts)

Thanks, Eddie.

Where are you going? You're
gonna look out for me - right?

You'll survive, Eddie.

Mr roach, we have an eyewitness

who places you inside
number 19, Warren estate,

on the night of the murder.

Ya liad, man. Half eedyat beast.

We also have your gun, which is being
examined by our forensics officers, and...

(Hawks)

(Spits)

You just upset me now, you know.

You take a look at that.

Frank Brandon was a friend
of mine. You think you're tough?

Your life won't be worth living.

Five minutes. Five minutes
before we charge you with murder.

Hey, mamma man. Why so quiet?

This is out of order.

I'm advising my client to
answer no further questions,

until I have
complete disclosure.

You understand?

Evening, ma'am.

Bang! Three shots? Are you sure?

Jenkins: 'Something
caused a void on the wall.'

Travis: 'Like someone
standing behind him?'

Gotcha.

Oops.

Someone is gonna have
their knuckles rapped over this.

It's understandable, though.
Once that door's open, it stays open.

No-one's looking behind it. Good
thing someone's paying attention.

So, is there any blood on it?

No. An exit wound usually
wipes the bullet clean of blood.

Is there nothing you can
get? I'll try amplifying the DNA.

'The good news is that it allows
even just 15 cells to be analysed.'

right. Good news? Yeah.

It's a pcr approach,

which involves linear
amplification of the target

using a tagged,
strand-specific primer.

Er... right. Good. Ok.
Yeah. I was wondering...

(Phone ringing) Hang on. Sorry.

Hi.

Hi, Sam.

Yeah, thanks for getting back to me. It
was something I needed to talk about.

Ok, great. I'll see you
tonight. Look forward to it. Bye.

Sorry, Pete. What
were you saying?

Oh, nothing.

Listen. I'll rush
this through for you.

I'll get the results
back quickly.

Thank you. You're a star.

I'm sorry, sir. It's all right,
Jessica. Shut the door.

You haven't done
what I told you to do.

I told you to
reverse everything.

Put it all back just as it
was. I made a mistake, David.

Julia, I did what you told me to do, and
now you just want me to change it all back?

Well, it's very complicated.

I'm trying to get the best deal on exchanges.
Certain banks haven't even opened yet.

You remember how much I
made for you when I transferred...

Just get the money back to him!

Is he in the country?

He wouldn't dare show his face,
and if he did, I could get him arrested.

How can you arrest someone
who doesn't really exist?

I'm being followed. I know it.

You're quite safe. No, I'm
not safe, and nor are you,

unless you do what
I'm telling you to do.

I just want this to
end. Shhh, shhh.

If you care about
your life, David,

get the money transferred.

I've been looking forward to
that all day. Tell me about it!

So, how did it go with roach?

Nice guy(!)

I just hope we haven't
jumped the gun.

So... what do you want
to talk to me about?

Fentanyl.

Right. What about it?

Well, pretty much anything
you can tell me. It's rare - right?

Yeah. There's not
much of it about.

Junkies get patches of it and
smoke the gel inside the patch.

And what about in pure form?
Well, I haven't seen much of it,

but it scares the
hell out of me.

Why? It flooded Chicago
a couple of years ago.

The users didn't know
how strong it was.

They tapped it up like brown. Even licking
a spoon could have you dead within a minute.

A heroin od relaxes its
victim to death - right?

With fentanyl, you're awake.

You're aware. Suffocating.

Then why do people use it?

With heroin, you get high for an hour. Cut
it with fentanyl, and it's more intense.

Bigger bang for your buck, which
means the user wants more of it more often.

You can pick up a bag of
heroin for a tenner these days,

but this stuff is 80 quid a pop,
and that is good news for the dealer.

Blimey.

Why do you want
to know all this?

It's what we found at the flat.

What do you mean?

Well, we think that
maybe Silas is dealing it.

Sorry. I thought you knew.

Fucking Langton.

What is it with you?

I pick up roach - ahead of
time, because of that shooting.

I bring you in on questioning
him, and you hold out on me.

Sir, is everything...
What are you on about?

The fentanyl you found!

The reason frank Brandon
obviously had his face shot off.

What are you on about? If
fentanyl gets on the market,

it'll be like genocide on the
streets - users dying like that.

Well, maybe that's no bad thing.

Yeah, you tell that to a mother
whose kid buys it at the school gates.

Look at that.

18.

16.14 years old.

What are they doing? Praying?

A bit late for that,
son. No. They're dead.

Oh, you get it now? Yeah, that's
what happens. They just drop dead.

There's even a street
name for it - drop dead.

Now, some fentanyl was
found in the squat - yeah?

If there's more where
that came from...

..God help us.

(Alarm blaring)

Ok, listen up. We have got a
match on Silas roach's prints

and the gun that
dci Powell brought in.

Ballistics have confirmed that it was the
same gun that was used to kill frank Brandon.

So, we can charge him.

What about the third
bullet, that I found?

Pete's checking
the DNA on it now,

but there was only two
gunshot wounds in frank.

What about this tall guy Eddie
talked about? Where's he?

Ok, Joan. Check the hospitals.

See if a&e have had fire-arms
victims since the shooting.

What about Danny
petrozzo? He knew frank.

Why hasn't he come forward, if
he's got nothing to do with the murder?

Well, maybe they're in it together.
I was speaking to dci power...

(Angrily) Ok, Nancy drew!
Do you wanna do this?

Do you wanna stand
up here and run this?

I'm just saying that it's not
as clear-cut as it might look.

What, so you take yourself
off on your own detective trails,

without even bothering
to consult me?

Mike...

Travis, my office.

Er... joan, get me a chicken and
bacon sandwich, will you? No tomatoes.

If you have a disagreement, you sort it out
privately, not in front of the whole team.

Did you clear it with Mike about
going back to the squat yesterday?

I tried to, sir, but... Don't...

Don't start with a 'but'.

Now, I told you.
Now I'm warning you.

You respect the chain of command
here, or you'll be off the case.

And did you give dci power
information about a drug called fentanyl?

Yes, sir. For
Christ's sake, Travis!

This is a team.

And if you two are pulling each
other's pigtails, we'll get nowhere.

(Knock at door) Yes.

I'm sorry to interrupt. We found
Danny petrozzo's four-by-four,

reported abandoned in hackney.

Right. Get on it, Travis.

Are you ok, Mike?

Yeah, I'm fine. Because,
if you need some time...

No, sir. I'm... I'm fine.
Honestly. Thank you.

Don't be afraid to ask for help.

There's no shame in it.

Right. Go with Travis
and check out this car.

Hey, and... Play nice.

(Phone ringing)

Pete, thanks for getting back to me.
What do you know about this drug fentanyl?

(Smoke alarm blaring)

An anonymous tip-off
called it in. Not the clampers?

It's caked in mud.

Can you smell that?

Uh-huh.

Who is that?

That's Danny petrozzo.

It's frank's boss.

Well, I don't think he's
gonna be telling us much.

We've got to find him
before he's dealing it,

or the consequences
will be deadly.

All of them linked by fentanyl.
Either dead by it or dealing it.

You shot him in the
face! Look at him!

Squeak, squeak, little piggy.

People rarely say what
they truly think or feel.

I won't tell, detective.

Disagreement?
You've been assaulted.

You are involved here.
That much is clear.

David rushton
couldn't protect you.

You could be next.

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