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I saw you, Mother...

with another man.

'You betrayed him, Mother.'

You betrayed us.

It's been here the whole weekend.

God's sake, Dan, pick up!

- Donckers.
- Boss.

Have you heard from DS Winters?

Didn't he tell you?
He's on a training course.

- Training course?
- Yeah, some risk management bollocks.

How to be a proper jobsworth,
you know the sort of thing.

Mm-hm.

Don't go all Little Bo Peep on me,
Donckers.

It's only for a few days.

What have we got?

Management says the car's been here
since late on Friday evening.

I've already asked
for a copy of the CCTV.

Looks like there's traces of blood
around the handle,

maybe the perp's prints.

- Get forensics to prioritise.
- Mm-hm.

Something's not right
about the clothes, boss.

Suspiciously clean for someone
who's been shot in the head.

Bag them up
and send them off to the lab, then.

- Get them to take a look.
- Yeah.

- He looks almost familiar.
- Yes.

Me too, boss.
Swear I've met him somewhere before.

I just can't think where or when
for the life of me.

- Name doesn't ring a bell?
- Driver's license says Steve Daniels,

but there's no record
of anyone with that name

and the corresponding place
and date of birth.

You think he's known to us?

Can't think how else I'd recognise him.

What about the car?

Registered to the same name,
same address.

OK, let's check it out.

Thanks, Deano.

I'll look down here, you check upstairs.

- It's more like a hotel than a home.
- Same in here.

There's one pair of jeans
in the wardrobe.

- One can of beer in the fridge.
- Only personal touch was this.

Thing is, I'm even more sure now
I've met him somewhere.

Someone will know where this was taken.

Did you check that?

I was getting round to... it.

'You have one new message.'

'Steve, please...'

I won't try to persuade you, I promise.

Just give me a call. Let know you're OK.

Any news?

- Still waiting to hear, boss.
- Any updates?

Nothing usable from CCTV, Ma'am.

And we'll have to wait for forensics.

DS Donckers thinks
she might recognise him,

but there's no match for his prints
on PNC, I'm afraid.

Bingo. They've just emailed.

Looks like he's one of us.

Steve Daniels' real name
is Danny Stevens.

I strongly suspect
that you're in there, Mother.

Past experience suggests you
shall have to talk to me eventually.

That's what he thinks, darling.

I dunno. It depends
how long it's for, really.

I know.

DI Rabbit, DS Donckers,

this is Detective Superintendent
Alf Mercer from Regional Drug Squad.

Thanks for making the time.
I know how busy we all are.

You may well remember the case

that DI Lanesborough
came to see us about.

Well, it seems we have inadvertently
cut across it once again.

The road haulage guy?

'Kenny Holland.'

We've been working with covert ops
for the best part of a year

to infiltrate his operation.

We think he's using his fleet
to smuggle MDMA and cocaine

from the continent through
all the major east coast ports.

So Danny Stevens was undercover?

That's right. I got a notification
when you searched his name on PNC.

Come on, missy, walk away.

You have my sympathies.

It's horrible losing a colleague at
any time, but especially on the job.

- Do we know how his cover was blown?
- Alf doesn't think it has been.

Danny was being very cautious,
staying on the fringes.

He'd been drinking in the bar for months

before he said a word to the target.

- Well, something gave the game away.
- Or someone.

Me and his handler at Covert Ops,
we were the only ones in the know.

There hasn't been a peep
from Holland on this,

- or any of the other principles.
- Can't turn a blind eye to murder.

I'm not asking you to.

Detective Superintendent Mercer

is suggesting
that we carry on investigating

the murder of Steve Daniels,
but stay out of the drugs operation.

For the time being. Look, we have...

..reason to believe Holland
has a number of police officers

on his payroll. I'm sure none of us
wants to blow the chance

to root out a couple of bad apples.

Of course not.

And it goes without saying,
not a word of this leaves this room.

Does Stevens have a next of kin?

Wife. I'll, uh, get you the address.

Oh, um, there was a lot of phone traffic

between Danny and this woman,
Katherina Kaminski.

She works at the club where Holland
and his cronies hang out.

She might know something.

We've seen her already,
haven't we, boss?

Yes, we have.

I'll never get used to this bit.

Worst part of the job,
especially when it's one of ours.

Can I help you?

I always knew this moment would come.

Danny was so blase about it.

How long had he worked undercover?

Oh, years.

He was addicted to it.

The risk, the secrecy.

It was like a drug.

Then you'd think nothing of it if he
didn't make contact for a while?

- He could be gone for days on end.
- When was the last time you saw him?

Erm... Thursday night.

I mean, F-Friday morning.

He came back for a change of clothes.

Stayed the night, left the next morning.

Did he say anything
about his latest operation?

What he was working on?

He was always adamant that I...

I shouldn't have anything to do with it.

Said it was for my own protection.

I have, erm,
an emergency contact, though.

But check the club she works at.

Professor. Get in.

Popped in for a nail clip
and a tidy up, Professor?

This is no time for merriment.
I appear to have mislaid my mother.

I appear to have mislaid my partner.
Perhaps we should team up?

I have a list of a dozen
regular haunts to visit.

Well, she's a busy lady.

Or excessively capricious,
depending on your point of view.

All right, I'll drive you round.

But first things first.
There's been a murder.

She's not in today, darlin'.

- Tatiana.
- Yeah, that's right. You know her?

Sh-She has visited me...

In a therapeutic capacity,
you understand.

Mm.

Professor?

I told you to wait for me.

Katherina Kaminski?

- It's Kaminska.
- Kaminska.

We're making inquiries
about a Steve Daniels.

Perhaps this might jog your memory.

No? OK. What about this?

- I haven't seen him for a few days.
- You haven't heard?

Did something happen to him?

Mr Daniels has been shot dead.

What's going on?

Hello, my name is DS Lisa Donckers.

Chas Parton. I'm the owner.

We're investigating a murder.

Oh, you stupid cow.

I told you not to get involved
with the bloody clients!

Mr Daniels was a regular, then?

No point in denying it.

- When was the last time you saw him?
- Wednesday night.

He was in a fight.
I'm hardly gonna forget it.

- Hey, come on.
- No!

Come on! Just one.

OK, come on!

'Can you ID the guy for us?'

'Never seen him before in my life.'

- Credit card receipts?
- He paid cash.

- CCTV?
- Oh, come on.

I think he was one of Kenny's drivers.

- I saw them talking earlier.
- Kenny Holland?

Thank you, Miss Kaminska.

- 'That is so unfair.'
- 'I've got it.'

I'm too stupid for a promotion,
and I'm too stupid for you.

She's not been seen
in the karaoke bar for weeks.

Hard to imagine
your mother hogging the mic,

belting out It's Raining Men.

♪ C'est fou ce que je peux t'aimer

♪ C'est fou ce que je peux t'aimer

♪ Des fois, des fois Je voudrais crier

♪ Si jamais tu partais

♪ Partais et me quittais

♪ Mon amour. ♪

I believe her repertoire
is of a more mature vintage.

So, where next?

Gustav's oleaginous bistro,

or the even more questionable delights

of the Cambridge Gin Palace?

Neither.

I thought we'd pay Kenny Holland
a visit.

You have explicit orders from DCI Brand

to refrain from investigating
Mr Holland,

at the request of DI Lanesborough,
if I'm not mistaken.

I'm not gonna sit on my hands
and let some low-life,

drug-smuggling scumbag plead the fifth

on what he knows about a murder.

Besides, I won't be interviewing him.

You will.

Quid pro quo.

I'm so sorry, Mr Holland.

It's all right, Sandra. I'll handle it.

No need, Detective.

I never forget a face,
or a figure like yours.

- We're investigating a murder.
- I told you the last time.

No lawyer, no questions.

Well, we were informed
he was a friend of yours.

I assumed you want to help.

You're aware of what's happened?

Word gets around.

Wednesday last, Mr Daniels
was embroiled in an altercation

at a drinking establishment
that you are said to frequent.

It has been suggested by a witness
that the assailant

was one of your drivers.

I don't know who you are, dipstick,

but you're barking up the wrong tree.

Are you saying you don't know the guy?

The first one? No.

- There was more than one guy?
- More than one fight.

Chas told Steve he was barred.

There was a bit of a set-to
before he chucked him out.

And why would he do that?

Chas doesn't like it when
the punters sample the merchandise

without paying.

All right, then.

Guess we'll pay Chas Parton
another visit.

Oh, well, if it isn't Lord Lucan
risen from the dead.

Whilst you were busy
learning how to handcuff

without chafing, DS Winters,
the Professor and I solved a murder.

Found an unlicensed gun
outside Chas Parton's club.

Well, congratulations, Lisa.

God's sake, Dan. Grow up.

Professor.

- I'll do my best, OK?
- You need to get me out of here.

I can't promise anything.

Well, then, I can't promise
that I won't start talking.

So, what do we all think?

We need to wait for forensics,
but if it is the murder weapon

- and we can link Parton to it, then...
- Seems quite a big if.

..it'll be enough to charge him.

You disagree, DS Winters?

Well, I can't help but think that
Chas Parton wouldn't be so stupid

as to dump the murder weapon
in the bins outside the club

where he works.

- You think it was planted?
- If I was a betting man.

By whom?

Well, what about this woman
who works there? Katherina Kaminski.

Kaminska.

We know she and Danny Stevens
were connected, right?

Maybe they were romantically involved.

She was pretty distressed
when we told her he was dead, boss,

- but she seemed genuinely shocked.
- Well, maybe she's a good actress.

Look, maybe he told her
he was breaking it off.

Going back to his wife.

Professor, what do you think?

I think a woman who is let down in love

may commit what is known
as a crime of passion.

Do you honestly believe

that we should be treating
Katherina Kaminska as a suspect?

- Not for nanosecond.
- What was all that

"crime of passion" bollocks, then?

- A warning, perhaps.
- I can't believe DCI Brand

decided to release Chas Parton
without charge.

It was a logical decision
based on a reasonable evaluation

of the evidence she was presented with.

She is too infatuated
with that slimeball Simon

to make a reasonable evaluation
about anything.

DS Winters is almost
certainly correct about Mr Parton.

There is no convincing evidence

to link him to Danny Stevens' murder.

And only the weakest suggestion
of motive.

It is his reasons for saying so
that are suspect.

He wants to punish me.

Ah.

Do you wish to solve this crime,
DS Donckers,

or would you like to stand there
all day airing your grievances?

- Both, preferably.
- Excellent.

In that case,
perhaps you would arrange for me

to examine the clothes
the victim was found in,

and ascertain whether or not
he was right or left-handed.

Fine.

Sorry for dragging you
all the way out here.

Well, I'm hardly gonna come
to your office, am I?

- Still being bugged there?
- I haven't heard otherwise.

So, what do you think?
Do we get to go ahead?

Yeah. Yeah, whenever you like.

This weird business with Steve...

No, it's just an unlucky coincidence.

That young bird's sharp.

I don't want her
sniffing around my business.

Relax. They're chasing their tails,
trust me.

I have it on very good authority.

Well, you'd better be right.

What do you see?

There's an obvious mistake in
the photo, if you look hard enough.

- Look more closely.
- I am looking closely, Jasper.

The belt.

The buckle, it's upside down.

So?

His personnel file
confirms he was right-handed.

The logical deduction

is that someone else dressed him
after he was shot.

The lab report backs it up, Ma'am.
The blood spatter on the clothes

is not consistent with them having
been worn when the shot was fired.

What is this, Donckers, another puzzle?

What do you smell, Ma'am?

Detergent, some kind of washing powder.

- Precisely so.
- Well, you saw his flat, boss.

Mm. There is only one person who had
access to clean clothes for him.

I'm guessing our tests will show
that these are your prints, Nicky.

It's definitely your husband's blood.

And I can only imagine that we'll
have found further traces of it

once our search of
your property's complete.

You can never wash it all away.

You're not obliged to comment.

I put up with it...

...for years and years,
barely seeing him.

Having to cope with his mood swings
whenever I did.

I had my suspicions, of course,
about what he must be getting up to.

But he would always deny it.

I guess I just wanted to believe him.

'But then on this last job,

'it was like he just stopped trying
to hide it.'

He used to come back
reeking of sex and cheap perfume.

'Of her.'

He had the nerve
to tell me that he loved her...

'..and that after this latest job,

'he was just gonna jack all in
and leave me.'

After all I'd done for him!

Have you got a death wish, pal?

Just an urgent need of transportation.

I believe the expression
is "follow that cab".

Are you taking the piss?

I am not familiar with the idiom,
but I do understand the sentiment.

Nevertheless, may we proceed?

Stop here.

Shall I turn off the lights?

That would be most obliging.

So, we're on.

- When?
- Tomorrow night.

What time, where?

Calvin will text you on this phone

what you need to know,
when you need to know it.

You'll drive Kenny to the handover.

Give him the gun.

And what happens if, erm...

...you know, we get raided?

Trust me, if we were gonna
get raided, I'd know about it.

- Pricey.
- And pretentious.

My mother cannot get enough of it.

Gustav has not seen her for a week.

Reluctantly, I'm coming to
the conclusion that this rupture

may be more permanent
than I had first assumed.

If you love someone, Professor,
you always make it up in the end.

I'm not sure I agree with that.

I'm not sure I do, either.

Dan and I... we're seeing each other,

but I think it's over
before it even began.

He's just...

He's being such a dick.

I'm not even sure I know who he is.

Your instincts are correct.

DS Winters is behaving atypically
for his personality type.

What makes you say that?

First, there is the fact that
he clearly does not wish us to know

- that he and Mr Parton are familiars.
- The bar manager?

DS Winters urged for Mr Parton's
release against your objections.

He was just trying to get back at me.

Then there is this.

What? Is that Simon?

Most certainly. I fear our young friend

is in grave danger of
compromising himself.

No, he's been working private security,

to earn extra money to help out his dad.

I don't recall.

You're denying that you spoke to
DS Winters at the station?

I don't recall.

And you've never met him previously?

I don't recall.

Are you capable of
intelligent thought, Mr Parton?

Or do you not recall?

Professor.

Miss Kaminska.

I spoke to Tatiana.

She says you're a proper gentleman,
and you treat her with respect.

And I am equally fond of Miss Leminskya.

Look, um...

...the man in your photo, he was here.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

150%. Look.

He was drinking for several hours

with Kenny Holland
and this guy called Simon.

When was this taken?

On the day you came
to tell me that, um...

..that Steve was dead.

And perhaps more pertinently,
why did you take it?

I thought maybe they had something
to do with what happened to Steve.

- Can I send this to myself?
- Yeah, sure.

You've been very courageous.

Yeah, well... better get back, so...

Miss Kaminska?

Mr Daniels... he told his wife
he was leaving her.

He chose you.

Thank you.

I don't believe it. Of all people...

- It may not be what it seems.
- He said he needed the money.

I just... I didn't think he'd get
caught up in something like this.

Idiot. Why didn't he come to me?

Perhaps he should leave.

I trust him implicitly, Sir.

He's the one
who first raised concerns with me.

We have Simon Lanesborough
under surveillance.

We know about his connections
with Kenny Holland.

And... we also know

...why he's taking such an interest
in your DCI.

Computer records of DCI Brand's
laptop being used to access intel

about roadblocks
and surveillance operations

across a number of neighbouring forces.

Intel above his pay grade.

We've been waiting for him and Holland,

to catch them in the act.

What about DS Winters?

It's too early to say
how deeply he's involved.

He's only just come across our radar.

Have you, erm, taken this to DCI Brand?

Her judgment is compromised.

Yeah, well... we're planning to
intercept them tonight.

Professor.

'I wonder whether I might have
a quick word, Detective Sergeant?'

I'm a bit tied up right now.

The raid's going ahead.
DSI Mercer's letting me tag along.

Is that wise, Detective?

'I want Dan to see
a friendly face when he's arrested.

'DCI Brand agrees.'

You-You told Christina?

'Yes, everything. I had to Professor.'

Professor?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- What are you talking about?
- Talking to my team about me

behind my back. What are you playing at?

I didn't want to have this conversation

- until the operation was over.
- What have you got on DI Lanesborough?

- What have you got on him?
- This is his file. Pretty thick.

- Just get on with it, Alf.
- Computer records, top-level intel.

He's been accessing it. He's been
hacking your computer, Christina,

and you're completely
and utterly compromised.

'I'm still at the office, working late.

'Why don't you come by when you've
finished whatever you're doing?

'I've got a surprise for you.'

- Hm.
- 'Bye.'

OK.

Yeah, we're on.

OK.

Change of plan.

Take out your gun.

You're making a mistake here.

I don't think so. Gun.

- Slowly.
- Fine.

- Now give me your phone.
- Look, I don't know what you think...

- Give me your phone!
- All right.

Bollocks.

Park in beside the yellow van.

Just here.

OK, get out of the car.

Our agent activated his panic button.

Six-two, we are Status Five.
Target located at Dutchmans Lane.

Repeat, Dutchmans Lane.

Open it.

Open the box.

What do you think? Nice, hey?

OK. Get back in the car.
I'll handle this.

You keep your mouth shut.

- Ugh!
- Oh!

Argh!

Five minutes to destination sir.

Welcome.

Take your pick.

Happy?

Yeah.

Armed police!

Drop it!

Go ahead.

What kind of moron do you think I am?

It's empty.

Argh!

Police! This is the police!

Put the gun down!

Stand still now!

Put your hands where we can see them!

Lift them slowly! Step away.

How'd you get here so quick?

Paul's been in on it from the start.

Dan came to me with his suspicions.

I connected him with Alf rather than
the boss, for obvious reasons.

You could have told me
Dan was undercover.

You would've saved me a lot of worry.

Paul advised me that you
mightn't be able to refrain

from telling DCI Brand.
I couldn't risk it.

Mm.

- What about DI Lanesborough?
- Still haven't located him.

We picked up Calvin in Simon's car.

He must have been worried
about surveillance,

decided to use his mate as a decoy.

Well... he can't outrun us.

Are you all right?

It's just a nick.

I can't believe
you'd think I was on the take.

Can't believe you were
keeping me out of the loop

on something like this.

Dan, the other night...

- Oh, look, Lise...
- You lied to me.

Well, so did you, Lise.

I was gonna ask...

- What?
- Nothing. It doesn't matter.

Dan, I think I need some time.

I think we both do,
to work out what we want.

Lise...

They're gonna check you over.

OK.

Look, I...

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Hi, gorgeous.

- Hey.
- It's all very dark in here.

Is this all part of your big surprise?

You think you are so smart, don't you?

Hm?

Thought you had everybody fooled.

What are you talking about?

Oh, whoa!

What is this? What are you doing?

Come on, babe, put the gun down.

There's someone much, much smarter
than you.

Someone who had you figured
from the start.

Oh, yeah. Who's that, then?

Your lovesick Professor?

What's he been saying?

That you are a cold-blooded extrovert

who exhibits psychopathic tendencies.

Jasper?

Whoa!

You don't have the balls, little man.

Go on.

Go on, pull the trigger.

Pull the trigger!

I am in your debt, Detective Inspector,

for showing me what true hostility
towards women looks like.

How are you feeling, boss?

I'll live, Donckers.

Professor Tempest is asking for you.

Mm, I don't think
I could deal with him right now.

You... make something up for me,
will you?

Yeah.

Well, go on, then. Off you go.

You were right, you know... Lisa.

Telling me about Simon.

It was a difficult call to make.
You made the right choice.

Showed real leadership.

Hi, Professor.

How is DCI Brand?

Shocked, bruised.

Incredibly grateful.

What about DI Lanesborough?

Still breathing, more's the pity.

DS Winters?

Soon to be coming to terms with the fact

he's got to start calling me boss.

I got that promotion.

And me, Detective Inspector?

You better try to start
making yourself feel comfortable.

Rabbit is doing his best,

but... discharging an unlicensed
firearm in a police station...

...it may be a while
before you make bail.

Can I get you anything?

I believe I am entitled to a phone call.

This is all a bit cloak and dagger,
isn't it, Adelaide?

Well, you'd better get used to it,
Wilfred,

because this is how it's going to be
between us from now on.

I knew that therapy was a bad idea.

For Jasper?

For us, you fool.

Now that he's been disabused
of his mistaken beliefs

about his father's suicide...

- ...he's gonna start...
- Being a bit happier?

Digging up things best left buried.

'Uncovering the truth, Wilfred.

'And that's now good news now, is it?'

No.

Not for those of us
who know what really happened.

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