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- I was wondering if you'd call.

Tonight?

Yeah, tonight's perfect.

Yeah, OK.

- Peter Rooker, 38 years old.

Found 40 minutes ago
in an alleyway in Soho.

Gunshot wounds to
the leg and head.

No witnesses.

- How is he still alive?

- By a miracle, apparently.

The bullet passed between
the frontal lobes.

Nothing still here.

Adrenaline wide.

Looks like
he was a photographer.

- OK.

The victim's wallet,
mobile phone, keys, camera

and what looks like a
coat tag from a club,

Number 19?

It's on Wardour Street.

- We'll need to shock him again.

- And amongst a million
tube tickets

we found his press card.

Cheers,
thanks a lot.

- Going again, 360 Charge.

- 360.
- Clear!

Asystole.

That's it.

Everyone in agreement?

We'll stop resuscitation there.

Time of death, 22:15.

Doctor, is there
anything else you can tell me?

- Er, well, I don't think it's

the first time he's been shot.

This looks like an
old bullet wound.

And by the scarring, I'd say
that was a back room job.

What, not
done in a hospital?

Well, if it was a hospital,

it wasn't this country.

- Ah, you have that look
in your eyes, both of you.

The look that says you're not

planning to go home
any time soon.

You gonna put me in a cab?

- What and wave you
off into the night?

What kind of man do
you think I am?

Found the body yet, Lafferty?

- Very droll.

Might have found the
murder weapon, though.

- Bit of a gift, if it is.

I'll do a check on it.

There's no need to
dress up for us.

- Thought we'd show
the proper respect

that your work is due.

About time, too!

How's it goin', Mrs Lynley?

You back with us?

- Oh no, Stewart.

No, this is someone's idea of

showing a girl a good time.

- Anything else?

- Murder weapon not
enough for you?

- Possible murder weapon.

- This is where he fell.

Paramedics found
him on his back.

The entry wound for
the second shot

was in the middle
of the forehead.

The entry wound for
the first shot

was in the back of the
knee which suggests--

- The killer was behind him.

- OK, we've got the head
here, feet there.

And Rooker is travelling in
this direction down the alley,

with the killer behind him.

Shoots him in the leg.

He drops here.

Rolls over.

- Sees the killer.

Coming towards him.

- Shoots him in the head.

- You don't really
need me, do ya?

- Not really, no.

But you brighten the
place up for us, you know.

You do.

Where was he headed, then?

Where'd he come from?

- Well, there's a pub
'round the corner.

The hospital said
he stank of booze.

- Check it out.

- Um, excuse me, can I go

home now or have you
got a surprise

visit to the mortuary planned?

- I'm sorry.

It is going to be a
late one, isn't it?

Here, I'll see you at
home, take the car.

- That is a bit of a first.

- Go on, before I
change my mind.

- I'm going.

- Get on to Winston,

tell him to go round
to Rooker's flat

and see what he can find.

Hey, is that what I think it is?

Sorry, mate,
that camera's just for show.

- There's no film, Mr McGuire?

Is that what you're saying?

No, brewery said
they were going to fix it.

Never happened.

- Exciting night?

- No more than usual.

We cater for real drinkers
here, the real Soho,

not your poncey media types with

their bottles of foreign lager.

- Have you seen this man before?

- No.

- Can you try looking at
the picture first, please?

Was he in here tonight?

- Could have been.

This is the West End, love.

We get a thousand plus
punters in here every week.

I ain't that good with faces.

- Who uses the alleyway?

- Dealers, methadone
addicts, pros,

people taking the shortcut

to Tottenham Court Road tube.

It's like one big filthy urinal.

- Hello?

Police.

DC Nkata, Control.

Requesting backup.

Suspected break-in at 25
Elliot Street, Marylebone.

Intruder possibly still
on the premises.

I'm entering now.

Calm down, calm down.

It's OK.

I'm a police officer.

My ID is in my pocket.

Will you let me get it?

OK?

Now...

I need you to put the gun down

and tell me exactly
what happened here.

OK?

Can you do that?

OK.

Should've done more to stop her.

- No, you did exactly
the right thing.

She had a gun, you didn't.

- Did you get any sense
of who she might be?

- Didn't get a sense
of anything.

She never said a word.

She looked traumatized.

Was she injured?

- No.

- So it's not her blood, then?

- Rooker's?

- From what we saw, both
his injuries would have been

sustained in the alleyway.

- Third party?

- Well, we'll run a DNA
profile as soon as possible,

see what it throws up.

- And check out the A&Es
at all the local hospitals,

will you?

So, Rooker suffers
a fatal shooting...

in Soho,

and then there's a
second firearms incident

at his flat in Marylebone.

- Well, she shot Rooker
first and then came here.

- Yeah, but there was
a gun in the alleyway,

presumably the murder weapon,

and then there's her second gun.

Why does she need two guns?

- Whatever, he must've
been involved in something

pretty deep.

- Well, here's a theory.

Whether she killed
Rooker or not,

she breaks in and gets
a nasty surprise.

- Yeah, someone else is here.

- She shoots them.

Third party is wounded,
but escapes.

She stays here.

Why?

- She's looking for something?

Probably something
quite difficult to find.

Certainly liked the
lived-in look, didn't he?

This is her!

You're kidding me.

I just found
it on his bedside table.

They were close then.

Girlfriend?

- Seems odd that she
had to force the door.

You'd think she'd have a key.

- Perhaps they'd had
a falling out.

There's not much evidence
of a woman's touch here.

Whoever she is, my guess
is she doesn't live here.

- Unless she's a slob, too.

- Winston, head back.

Circulate the photo, put
out an observation call.

Make sure they know
that she's armed.

Priority.

We need to find her
as soon as possible.

Havers, I don't care
if it takes all night,

this flat is gonna get
turned upside down.

- It already is, isn't it?!

- So he was that kind
of photographer.

Paparazzi?

- Paparazzo.

Paparazzi is plural.

- If you're trying to
make me look stupid.

Well, he wasn't exactly
in demand.

The only entry in his
diary this week

is a car registration number.

Ooh, no, hang on, uh,

he had a meeting last
week with a Melissa Booth.

Oh, isn't she the
newspaper editor?

- One of the big tabloids.

Maybe things were looking
up for him?

You
said you'd ring me back

early this week.

Right, OK, I'm here waiting.

David!

Three minutes.

- David!

What's this supposed to be?

- Piece on the teenage
crime wave.

- I don't think so.

There's a theory that if
you give an infinite number

of monkeys an infinite
number of typewriters,

they'll eventually write Hamlet.

This is what you get from
fewer monkeys in less time.

Give me a teenage
crime wave, David.

And who are you?

- A photographer meeting
directly with

the editor of a tabloid
newspaper

struck me as out
of the ordinary.

- Usually would be.

- Isn't that a job for
the picture desk?

- Yeah.

- How did you hear
about his death?

I got a call at three
o'clock this morning

from my chief crime
correspondent.

He thought I'd want to know.

- How did you take the news?

- With a Valium and
a large scotch.

- You were close then?

- Once, yes.

Very.

- I just heard the news.

All those war zones
he came back from

and he winds up dead
in mid of London.

I'm so sorry.

- Darling.

Inspector Lynley, Eddie
Price, my husband and my boss.

- A very hands off one.

Not much choice with
her in the chair.

Obviously, this is
not a good time,

but darling, if you need
me, I'll be down the hall.

Oh, the last time I saw Peter,

he looked a bit worse for wear.

Maybe he'd run up a tab
he couldn't pay off?

- You're talking about it him

like he was some kind of addict.

We don't have to trample his

name in the dirt already, do we?

- We would if he
was anyone else.

- I'm sorry.

Your husband said war zones.

I thought Mr Rooker
was paparazzo.

- First Gulf War.

He was
good, wasn't he?

He was
a real talent.

- Was that the kind
of picture he was

trying to sell you last week?

- He packed in real photography

when he came back from Bosnia.

When he was down to
his last 50 quid

he tried to beat the
paparazzi at their own game.

- Maybe it wasn't the soft
option he thought it was.

- If you could get
me the property

that matches this tag, please?

- Can I help you?

- Sorry, you are?

- Michael Wren.

I manage this place.

- I'm Detective Sergeant Havers.

I'm investigating the
murder of a Mr Peter Rooker.

- Peter?

- Yeah, I'm afraid so.

- Are you sure?

Has he been identified?

- We're sure.

- Murdered how?

He was shot.

- I heard there was a shooting
in an alley off Dean Street.

So you
knew Peter Rooker?

- You could say that.

- What does that mean?

- He was the best
friend I ever had.

- How did you meet?

- Belfast, 1983.

He was on an assignment
for the New York Times.

I was with the Paras.

We both drank in the same pub.

He could drink me and all
my men under the table

and make us laugh while
he was doing it.

- And what about recently?

How was he?

- He could barely raise a smile.

What kind of pictures

did he try and sell
you last week?

- Some C-list celebrity.

Did you buy them?

- Yes.

- When did they run?

- They didn't.

I've bought dozens
of Peter's pictures

over the last ten years

and I think I've used them once.

It drives Eddie mad,
but it's my prerogative.

- Sounds like charity.

Or something deeper.

Is that what Mr Price
really gets mad about?

- No.

Eddie's always known and
accepted that Peter Rooker

was my first big love.

- What went wrong?

- Well, I don't know.

Peter changed.

He lost his spirit.

Actually, that's an
understatement.

- How did he seem to you
when you saw him last week?

- Particularly anxious
about anything?

- Oh, Peter was anxious
in his sleep, Inspector.

Awake, he was a nervous wreck.

Awake and sober, at least.

Self-medication, he called it.

Four large vodkas

and a Diazepam was
what it took to

drag him down to mere anxiety.

- Did you still see
him, socially?

- No.

I love my husband.

Being mates with exes
never works, does it?

- So when did you last
see Mr Rooker?

- Yesterday.

At what time?

- He was here about seven.

Is he a
member of the club?

- Unofficially through
me, if you like.

- So, he came to speak to you?

- Yeah.

- What did you talk about?

- Nothing.

- So you had a conversation
that consisted of total silence?

- Nothing significant.

- Look, he was talking
about how he was sick of

Melissa Booth's handouts,

that if she didn't
print his pictures,

he'd send the check back.

I told him not to be so stupid

as to bite the hand that feeds.

He didn't like that.

- So it's fair to say
he left under a cloud?

Perhaps that's why
he forgot his coat?

- He didn't have much choice.

I slung him out.

The place was heaving.

I couldn't have one
of his tantrums.

- What, especially with
him not being a member?

- Exactly.

- Did he say where
he was going to?

- No.

- Well, what time did he leave?

- It was about eight o'clock.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, why?

- Well, shots were
heard at 9:10.

The alleyway that he
was killed is, what,

a five-minute walk
max from here?

So what was he doing
between eight and nine?

- This is Soho, Sergeant.

He could've been doing anything.

- Like?

- Well, he was drinking
heavily, already.

He was off his head
on something.

Take your pick with Peter.

- Do you know her?

- Her name's Nina.

How do you know her?

- She works here.

- And what's her relationship
with Peter Rooker?

- Peter was her legal guardian

when she first came over

from Bosnia in '95.

- Is she working today?

- She's supposed to
be, but she's been

off for a couple
of days with flu.

Right, I'll
need an address.

- Don't have one.

She's cash in hand, you know.

- Are you telling me

you don't have your employees'
addresses?

- Of course, but, uh,
she's not been here long.

- OK, next of kin?

- Well, that would be Peter.

Is she in some kind of trouble?

- Yeah, well, let's just say

she's in possession of a firearm

and not in a stable
frame of mind.

So if there's anything that you

can tell us to help us find her.

- Like I told you, I can't help
you with what I don't know.

- OK, do us a favor,

check your records, see if
you can't rustle up a surname.

- Look, I've told you--

- It'll save me having
to go to the tax office.

- Just get it done by
tomorrow morning, all right?

Cheers.

Idiot.

- Mr Price, can I have a word?

- I've got a car waiting.

Call my secretary.

She'll book an appointment.

- Peter Rooker.

Did you know him?

- A little.

- And his relationship
with your wife?

- Ended years ago.

- I'm sorry.

I meant his professional
relationship with your wife.

Is that what the dig
about his habit was about?

- I was just trying
to be helpful.

- Not how Ms Booth
interpreted it.

Nasty bruise on your
cheek there, sir.

- What are you suggesting?

- Nothing, just wondering
how you got it?

- There's a sordid little scene

playing out in your head,
isn't there, Inspector?

- I wasn't aware of one.

- My wife's ex-lover
comes back into her life

and they embark on
a steamy affair?

I find out about it and I

beat seven bells out of him.

I suppose I give him some sort

of macho speech about
staying away from her.

And then what?

I smell his cheap aftershave

on her some time afterwards,

take the gun from
my desk drawer,

which I keep there just
for such an occasion,

and I blow his head off?

Bit cliched, isn't it?

- So, offer me an alternative.

- I got Melissa on the rebound.

I knew it then and I
know it now and I was

still the luckiest
man in the world.

Fun, smart and beautiful.

Truth is, I don't think she even

loved me the day we got married.

But I told her love can grow.

And it has.

- Plus she got to be editor

of a national newspaper,
of course.

- She was always very honest
about her ambition and drive.

- Like she was about her
relationship with Peter Rooker?

- Trust is the basis
of a happy marriage.

Sure I wasn't crazy
about her paying

for those photos we
never ran with.

But it wasn't jealousy,

I just hate waste.

That's the way I was brought up.

But it made Melissa happy

and if she's happy, I'm happy.

- Must've stuck in some
people's throats,

you parachuting her in
like that to the top job?

- Newsrooms are shark pools.

It's not so much sink
or swim as swim

or get chewed to death by 11:30.

If Melissa couldn't hack it,

me being the owner of the
paper wouldn't mean anything.

- And the bruise?

- I walked into a bog
door, after a few drinks.

- Well, thank you, Mr Price.

You've been very helpful.

- That's all right.

Oh, if you wanna speak
to me again,

give me some notice and
I'll bring my lawyers.

- Her name's Nina,
Rooker was her guardian.

Anything else?

- Yeah, she works for
Wren at the club.

She hasn't been in the
last couple of days.

He claims not to know
where she is.

- Do you believe him?

Well, it's a start.

What's the club like?

- Exclusive hangout
for celebrity types.

- Well, it fits with
him being a paparazzo.

- Yeah, it must have
been handy for

Rooker to have a mate
who runs a bar

stuff full of C-listers.

- It's hard to see why these
kind of pictures should lead

to him taking a bullet.

- You don't have to be
Quincy to ascertain

cause of death as gunshot
wound to the head.

The angle of entry, the
blood spray at the scene,

the position of the
body all confirm

what we thought last night.

The killer was behind
Rooker, shot him in the leg

and then in the head once
he was on the ground.

- Range?

- There's smoke soiling
around the entry wound here

and propellant burns and soot
tattooing across the forehead.

The gun can't have been fired
from more than a meter away

for that second shot.

But the leg shot
was further back.

More than a meter because
there's no soot or burns.

Worth noting also the
angle of entry and exit.

The leg was extended back
at the moment of impact.

- Rooker was running?

So why not shoot
him in the back?

It's a much bigger target.

- Because if you shoot
him in the back,

he might kill him straightaway.

He doesn't want it to
be over too fast.

- This way, you shatter
the kneecap

which immobilizes him and causes

him a hell of a lot of pain.

- Yeah, but why do it like that?

I mean, why take more time

and risk being caught
in the act?

- Maybe the killer
wanted him to know

who it was who was killing him?

That's a risk he was
prepared to take.

- I don't know what
this gives you,

but your man was so

living on borrowed time.

- We heard he wasn't
exactly clean-living.

- He'd suffered severe liver
damage, had excessively

high alcohol content.

But he was also riddled
with tumorous tissue.

- What, cancer?

- When we're done here,

we should pack him off
to the Science Museum.

He was a dead man walking.

There's something else, too.

As you can see, they're
yellowing,

which means they
predate death by

at least one day, at
most a few days.

And there's broken skin and
swelling on his knuckles.

All signs that he
was in a fight.

- Anything else?

The bruising is stronger
down the right-hand side,

which would suggest

that the attacker
was left-handed.

- Well, the question
is whether the beating

and the death are connected.

- And if the beating
was a warning,

what did Rooker do or not do?

The gun found at the scene
is not the murder weapon.

- Of course, that would've
been far too easy.

- It's a recommissioned firearm.

Nice job, too, apparently.

I bet my pay check whoever
did this is on a short list

and well-known to the
firearms division.

- Well, seeing you've
got a private income.

Well, I'll get some names

and cross-reference it
with West End Central.

- Ballistics say it'd
never been fired.

Well, that would
suggest it's a recent purchase.

- How would Rooker get
his hands on it?

It's his prints all over it.

- Well, why did he feel
he needed a gun?

- Melissa Booth talked of
his pathological anxiety.

- Well, maybe his anxiety
wasn't quite so pathological.

- How's it going, Winston?

- Slowly.

There's thousands
of images here.

What am I looking for?

- Anyone or anything that
could've caused his death.

- I might not know
it when I see it.

- I have complete faith in you.

- No pressure, then.

This is all I got so far.

This, from two weeks ago.

Two weeks and one day,
to be precise.

That's Melissa Booth.

For a guy who
looked like he might ask you

for 20 pence, he was pretty
thorough with his indexing.

These were
taken 15 days ago?

Exactly.

- I doubt Mr Price
wouldn't be quite so Zen

about things if he'd
caught sight these.

- Yeah, Melissa and Peter Rooker

had resumed their relationship.

Looks like they
never fell out of love.

Yeah, funny
she didn't mention it.

Isn't it?

- Shall we hit her with it?

- No.

No, let's keep our powder dry.

See if we can find out what
else she's not telling us.

- Sir?

Peter Rooker's bank statements.

For the last year, there's been
a monthly debit of 400 quid

going to a letting
agency in Camden.

- Camden?

I thought he lived
in Marylebone?

- Well, exactly.

I talked to the agency.

He's been paying the rent
on a one-bedroom flat

on the high street.

The tenant's name, Nina Delic.

Well, that was hard work.

They tried to say you've
gotta knock first

and if they don't answer,

you've gotta come back later.

What is it with lettings people?

- You try going through
life not quite smart enough

to even make the sales team.

Well, it's much
nicer than Rooker's flat.

Obviously takes his guardian
duties very seriously.

- Yeah.

Tough guy with a heart?

You know, the more
we find out about

this bloke Rooker, the
less he adds up.

Bit like when I first met you.

- Meaning?

- Well, posh guy with a heart.

Didn't quite make sense.

- Thanks very much, Havers.

Science defying.

- Hmm, this morning's post.

She must've been here today.

- Hmm.

Junk, junk, junk.

- Well, it's small but
perfectly formed.

- Who the hell are you?

- We were under the impression
that Nina lived here alone.

- She does, officially.

I sublet.

You know what rents
are like in London.

I sleep in here.

- We're investigating the
death of Peter Rooker.

Did you know him?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he's Nina's guardian.

He rents this place for her.

- Do you know where Nina is?

- No, she hasn't been home
the last couple of nights.

- Has she called?

- No, and she always does if
she's spending the night out.

- Have you've tried her?

- Yeah, her mobile's
switched off.

- Do you know where
she might be?

- Um, her boyfriend Michael's?

- Michael?

- I don't know his surname,

but he runs Number 19 in Soho.

- Michael Wren.

Rooker's friend.

- Sorry about that.

Did Rooker know
about the relationship?

- Peter always wanted the
best for Nina, but he could

be quite controlling.

She said he'd go crazy if she
had to drop out of college.

- Well, why would she
have to drop out?

- No specific reason.

Is that what
Michael wanted?

- She never said that.

- Then why was she discussing
leaving college at all?

Look, if you think in
holding something back,

you're somehow being loyal
to Nina, you're mistaken.

- She's pregnant.

- I want an unmarked
car parked outside.

We've got a trace on
Nina's phone, haven't we?

- Yeah, we should have.

I'll double-check.

- I thought you army chaps were
meant to be big on loyalty.

Cut to
the chase, please.

I've got a party of
70 coming in at one.

- You're the father of her child

and you couldn't even
give me an address.

- It was when you mentioned
her waving the gun around.

I knew it was my gun.

She must've taken it from
the drawer in my office.

- So you knew your
gun was missing?

- Never crossed my mind
it was Nina, though.

- You did report it missing?

I thought
I'd have a go

at getting it back myself.

- In violation of your license.

- My license expired
eight months ago.

And it also stipulates
that it should

be kept in a locked
steel cabinet.

- Exactly.

- Tell us about Nina.

- She could be a laugh.

She's great-looking, obviously.

When she told me
she was pregnant,

I didn't freak out or anything.

But?

- She has an unpredictable side.

I don't know if I can
handle that long term.

- And you told her that?

Is that why she hasn't been
here for the past two days?

She's not ill with flu, is she?

- No, I didn't tell her that.

She just took off in
the middle of the day.

Said she wasn't coming back.

Look, I've wracked
my brain thinking

about what I might've
said or done.

- So do you think Rooker
found out about the affair

and talked Nina out of it?

- It crossed my mind.

- That would have made you
quite angry, wouldn't it?

The thought of Rooker
telling her

that you weren't good
enough for her.

She could do better
than a barman.

- I'm not a barman.

- Yeah, even if it is
a posh Soho club.

- Look, I know where
you're going with this

and you're miles off.

- That's what you were arguing
with Rooker about last night.

Nina, wasn't it?

- Yeah.

- OK, so Rooker left
here at eight,

he got shot at 9:10.

- Yeah, and the alley is
only five minutes' walk

away from the bar.

We did this last time.

- But last time you withheld
to the point of lying.

- I told you, I don't
know where he went.

- What about you?

What were you doing
between eight and nine?

- I was right here.

Right here the whole time.

Look, I wish I knew something.

I wish I could help you find

whoever it was who
killed my mate.

- Oh, save it, please.

I could arrest you

for the things you
didn't tell my sergeant.

Where is Nina now?

- I don't know.

- Where might she be?

- I'll ask around, talk
to the other girls.

- Thanks.

We're already onto that.

- And what are you gonna
do if she does contact you?

- Well, I'll call
you straight away.

- That's right.

You won't try and sort it
out on your own, will you?

- Look, I'm not stupid.

- Let's hope that
proves to be true.

- Hey, got a result from that
registration number we found

in Peter Rooker's diary.

- Anything interesting?

- A black Mercedes,

registered to a private
chauffeur-hire company.

It's a sole trader,
Andrej Pavletic.

That makes
life easier.

- But that's not the
interesting bit.

One of his main clients
is Eddie Price.

- Wren's just turned
up at Nina's flat.

Has he come out yet?

No.

- OK, anyone else gone in?

No, ma'am.

- We going in?

- Nah, let's leave it
a little bit longer,

see if anything turns up.

- Mr Pavletic?

- Fancy a stroll, Winston?

Perfect day for it.

Maybe this, Peter?

- Rooker.
- Rooker.

Maybe he was a customer?

Then surely
you would remember him?

- I pick up so many people.

From actors, musicians,
restaurateurs,

and on top of that
I have my regulars.

- Like Eddie Price?

- Yes.

- Do you talk to Mr Price much

when you're driving him around?

- Sometimes.

- What do you talk about?

Does he talk about
his personal life?

- We talk but about weather,

football, politics sometimes.

But I wouldn't know anything
about his private life.

- So you wouldn't happen to know

how he got that bruise
on his cheek?

- No.

- Quite a nasty bruise
right on the cheekbone.

It was quite recent too.

- No, sorry.

- This is a picture
of Peter Rooker.

Are you sure you don't know him?

- Sarah.

We'd better go inside.

- OK, you see where our
friend's heading.

I'll go light a candle.

Hello, Clare.

You going away somewhere?

- No.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- I'm not stupid.

- I bet you if I opened that
bag, I'd find Nina's stuff.

Don't tell me.

You had Nina's best
interests at heart.

- I did.

I do.

- Well, so do we.

- Look, I'm sorry.

She sounded so scared.

- Where was she calling from?

- I don't know.

- OK, so you were supposed
to meet her here, then what?

- She said she had to
get out of London.

- And then what was her plan?

Clare?

- My sister lives in Cornwall,

Nina was gonna stay with her

for a bit until things
blew over.

- OK, so where is she now?

- I swear I don't know.

She was meant to meet us here.

- What, you and Michael?

- Yeah.

He had to get back to the club.

I thought I'd hang around
for a few more minutes,

see if she showed up.

- Is there something
else you want to tell me?

- When I talked to Nina,

I mean, she was worried
about you guys

and what happened with
the gun but...

I don't think that
was the main thing.

In fact...

I'm sure it wasn't.

- Look, I've worked hard
to build up my business

and Eddie Price is
my best customer.

He's also very powerful.

- We're the police, Mr Pavletic.

We have one or two
powers of our own.

- Right.

I think I know why
this man Rooker

had my registration number.

- Good.

- On Tuesday afternoon I picked

Mr Price up from a club in Soho.

- Which one?

- Number 19.

He's a member there.

- Go on.

- We'd only been going a minute

when he told me to stop the car.

He got out, crossed the road

to a man on the other side.

Thanks, Sarah.

She's worried I'll say something

that'll lose me my income.

It was this man.

They started arguing.

- What about?

- Well, I couldn't hear
it, but it got physical.

- Hence the bruise on his cheek.

- But it was nothing
serious, though.

It was just a silly
playground scrap.

- When you say nothing serious,

24 hours later one
of them was dead.

- Of course.

Look, I really want to help you,

but is there a way
you can not tell

Mr Price that you heard
this from me?

He could ruin me.

- I appreciate the concern for
your business, Mr Pavletic,

but it's not one of my
priorities, I'm afraid.

- So Melissa Booth was having
an affair with Peter Rooker.

Eddie Price flies into
a jealous rage.

- True cliche that, apparently.

- Yeah, well every cliche
has a pound of truth.

- Get Eddie Price in
to make a statement.

He can bring as many
lawyers as he likes.

- Havers.

What?

That's fantastic!

OK, thanks.

You might want to hold
off on getting Eddie Price

in for a couple of hours.

- Why?

- They've found our
wounded intruder.

- Was there any particular
reason

to break into Mr Rooker's
flat last night?

- Who says I did?

- Your shoulder wound
and the blood

that we found at the scene.

- Answer my question.

Why Mr Rooker's flat?

- Random selection.

- Really?

What were you after?

- Items of value.

- Like what?

- I was interrupted by a
mad girl with a Magnum.

If it'd been a Magnum,
you would've needed

more than a plaster at A&E.

- You're not a petty
thief, Luke.

I've seen your criminal record.

You're classier than that.

- You flatter me.

- There's fraud, bugging,

deactivation of alarm systems.

Whatever you were doing
in Rooker's flat

is in that ballpark.

When you were last in court,

you should've gone down,
but your youth

and your ability
with electronics

persuaded the judge to spare you

if you went to technical
college.

- Yeah, how's that course going?

- I don't know, I dropped out.

- Which won't go down well
with the judge this time.

You're gonna need a
kind word from me, Luke.

- Thanks for the offer.

- No, no, no, it's the
difference between six months

and three years.

- What do you want?

- What've you got?

- All right.

I was removing some bugs
I'd put in a few weeks back.

At whose request?

- There's a middleman,
I don't know.

- You're gonna need that
kind word, Luke.

Come on, help me to help you.

- I have.

I told you what I
was doing there.

- Three years, Luke.

Well, that's 15% of your
short, sad life.

More.

Who paid
you to put the bugs in?

- Eddie Price.

- You are a clever
man, Mr Price.

You almost made me believe

you weren't like the rest of us.

Insecure, jealous, selfish.

But you are, aren't you?

Just like the rest of
us, only more so.

- You probably get
this all the time

but I really don't know
what you're talking about.

- I'm talking about your wife.

I'm talking about your attitude

to your wife and your attitude

to her lover, Peter Rooker.

- He's not her lover.

- You even managed
to posit the theory

before I could that
you'd killed him.

You dismissed it as
cliched, if I remember.

- And it was.

- So is claiming that
you had a collision

with a toilet door.

- Are you gonna bark all day
or are you going to bite?

- We have several witnesses

who saw you attack Peter Rooker

in Wardour Street
three days ago.

- We had a row, ended
in a scuffle.

Oh, I think
it was more than--

- Who are these witnesses?

- Which is why you lied to me

when I asked if you'd seen him.

This row was about your
wife, wasn't it?

- I trust my wife.

- He said that more
convincingly the first time.

- It's true.

- This argument, this fight,

what was the flashpoint?

- Nothing, it was silly.

I was sick of him
sponging off her.

- Oh, so it was just
business then?

- Right.

- You're a rich prominent
figure in society,

what, almost famous.

But you jump out of your car in

broad daylight and
you attack a man

in the street in the
middle of Soho?

Now, that smacks to me more
of personal than business.

- I had a few drinks
at lunchtime, alright?

You were in a
jealous rage, Mr Price.

- I was stupid, I admit it.

- Stupid to show how violent

your paranoia can make you.

- I'm not paranoid.

- And you're not violent
either, I suppose?

- You're only paranoid when
there's nothing going on.

You and Peter Rooker

had rekindled the
flame, hadn't you?

Yes.

- Starting when?

- Two or three months ago.

- Why?

- I suppose it was always
a case of when, not why.

- So what made you
wait ten years?

- I resisted my feelings.

- Plus you had the
distraction of being given

a national newspaper to--

- I wasn't given it.

- Oh, come on, Melissa.

If Eddie Price had been
an ordinary guy

you wouldn't have gone near--

- I resisted because I
take marriage seriously.

Because I knew that me
getting back together

with Peter was Eddie's
worst nightmare,

what he'd always dreaded.

- Yeah, but that
didn't stop you.

- No.

Are you enjoying this?

- No.

I'm trying to reconcile
Peter Rooker

being the love of your life

with your refusal to cooperate

in our murder investigation.

- I am cooperating!

I didn't want to hurt
Eddie's feelings, that's all.

- Because without
Eddie you'd have

to make it on your own, right?

- No, that's not it!

- You know that he beat
Rooker up in the street?

- Peter gave as good as he got.

Do you know
he paid someone

to break into Rooker's flat,

to bug it so that he could

listen to the two
of you together?

- What?

That's impossible.

Eddie didn't know about us.

- Evidently he did.

- You're bluffing.

- I have a signed confession

from the man who
planted the bugs.

Ms Booth, how well do
you know your husband?

- Helpfully, Luke made
copies of all the tapes

before he passed them on to you.

- Is it necessary we
hear these recordings?

- Well, in so far as it was

necessary for your client

to pay someone to break into a

private residence
to make them, yes.

What are you doing?

Peter.

Where's
that freckle gone?

It's still there.

Don't backtrack.

What shall I do?

Do what you
always do, please yourself.

You know
that's not true.

Do I?

Eddie's a good man.

It's not that easy for me.

I don't think
it could be easier.

You're married to a
man you don't love

and you're sleeping
with a man you do.

Can we
just leave it?

The truth hurts?

Forget
Eddie for now.

Come here.

- Charge me or let me go.

- Mr Price, why don't--

- Can I go now?

- Nine PM last night,
where were you?

- Having dinner!

With my wife.

We were together
at Number 19, having dinner.

You were in Soho?

Yes.

- What time did you arrive?

- 8:30.

We didn't finish till after 11.

- And at any point
during the dinner,

did your husband
leave the table?

Do you think that your
husband is capable of murder?

- No!

By proxy?

- Absolutely not!

You don't know him, I do!

- Yeah, but you've been
asking yourself

that question, haven't you?

- It's ridiculous...

but at the back of my mind,

I always thought Peter and I

would be together.

Some day.

- Maybe you would have.

- Do you think he killed Peter?

Do you think he did it?

- Thank you for answering
my questions.

I appreciate the position
you're in.

We're gonna
have to let Price go.

- Well, she backs up his alibi.

- As will everyone at Number 19.

I bet he was there all night

and left a big fat tip just so

the waiters would remember him.

- I asked her if
she thought Eddie

or anyone he knew was
capable of it but--

- And of course she said no.

- You know, actually,

I think if she knew
something she'd tell us.

- She loved Rooker.

- I admire your faith
in human nature, Havers.

I am so sorry.

- You're lucky.

You only had another
two minutes.

- You'd have left without me?

- Yes.

- That's nice, that is.

- You still up for this
restaurant 'cause we don't have
to.

- Oh no, no, no, no.

You're looking forward to it.

Well, I've been looking
forward to it.

- Tough day?

- Just lost our prime suspect.

- That was careless.

Sorry.

- You were at the crime scene.

- For five minutes.

- But what did you make of it?

Did anything in particular
strike you?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Of course, you don't want
to talk about this, do you?

- I don't want to profile
for the Met.

That doesn't mean I wont help

my husband with his homework.

- No, no, you're right.

Sometimes work just takes over.

- You tired?

- Ah, more grumpy than tired.

- Then let's forget
the restaurant.

- No, I'll be fine.

I just had a futile
day, that's all.

I'll be fine.

- Come on.

Pizza delivery, bottle of plonk

and then an early night
for you, old man.

- Hold up, who are you
calling old man?

- You know what's
a great feeling?

- What?

- No matter how old we get,

you'll always be older than me.

You really
know how to make me

feel better about
myself, don't you?

- Thank you.

It's something I
pride myself on.

- Are you sure you don't
mind about tonight?

- Let's go home.

I've been thinking about
your crime scene.

- Oh, yes?

- Have you got five minutes?

All the restaurants throw
their rubbish out here during

the course of the evening.

If he'd put the body
under there it would have

remained undetected till
the next morning.

- Maybe he panicked?

- I don't think the nature
of this killing indicates

a person prone to panic.

- What then?

- I think subconsciously

the killer wanted to make sure

the body was found.

- Because he wants
to get caught?

- Because he's proud
of what he's done.

- The actual killing, how
would you characterize that?

- Well, the manner of death

is a possible indication
of psychopathology.

The first shot's the
important one.

The killer wants to inflict
pain and induce fear.

It's a power thing.

He wants to make sure that
the victim understands

that he, the killer,
has the power

of life and death over him.

Was there anything to suggest,
say, a military connection?

- Bullets, full metal jacket,

usually military issue.

- So someone with a
military background, then?

- Possibly, yeah.

- I'd say probably.

He's adaptable.

He shot a man dead
in a busy area,

which suggests the
manner of killing

is second nature to him.

He only has to concern
himself with the environment.

- Because he's killed before?

You're good, aren't you?

- At what?

- Lots of things.

- Some things.

Not so good at getting
home at a decent hour.

- We have to get used
to neither of us

being at home very much.

- I'm prepared to be at
home for the right reason.

- Which is?

Oh, right, OK.

You want to try again?

- Perhaps we could
just try and stop

getting in the way of it.

If that's what you want.

- Yeah.

I mean more than anything.

Havers?

The trace
on Nina's mobile's

thrown up an interesting number.

Michael Wren.

- Our ex-Para?

- Yeah, they've spoken twice.

Yeah, funny he didn't
mention it.

- Well, run a background
check on him.

See what he's been doing
since he left the army,

how he's adapted
to civilian life.

- Yep, will do, OK.

OK.

I've been
calling and calling.

- I know.

Are you OK?

And the baby?

- She's OK too.

- She?

- Just a hunch.

- Look, you've got something
I need back.

I need the gun, Nina.

- I haven't got it.

I got rid of it.

- Oh, great.

What the hell did you
think you were doing?

Detective Inspector.

- Bastard!

- Nina, I didn't call them!

- He didn't, Nina!

You wait with Wren.

Nina!

Nina!

Nina!

- Please!

- Get up.

Where's the gun?

- You told us you wouldn't take
matters into your own hands,

yet you met up with Nina.

You've received two phone
calls since we spoke.

Why didn't you tell us?

- Because she made me promise.

- Oh, really?

Even though she's been
running around

with your unlicensed gun?

- It was a mistake.

- When were you going
to involve us?

Next week?

- I was gonna try and
talk her round.

Get her to come in.

- Oh, really?

It doesn't sound like it.

- She's fragile.

Scared.

- Of what?

Come on, she must've
told you something.

- Look, if I could
help you, I would.

- You know, last time
you said that,

I believed you and regretted it.

- But this time it's true.

- It better be.

- Where is the gun, Nina?

- I threw it in the canal.

- Which one?

What were you doing
Friday night?

Oh, come on, Nina.

The night Peter was killed?

- I was in his flat.

But you have
your own place?

- I was hiding.

Who from?

From him?

- I'd never seen that
man before that night.

- He just broke in?

Were you aware that Peter

had started a relationship with

his ex-girlfriend Melissa Booth?

Did it bother you?

- Why should it?

What, you
weren't jealous at all?

- I didn't kill him, all right?

- Well, you let him have it.

It was self-defence!

- Nina, you stole a gun.

You were expecting to use it.

Why?

What were you scared of?

Who were you hiding from?

Nina, we can help you,

but I can't do anything
with silence.

- Come on, sweetheart.

- You must have some idea
what she's scared of.

- If I did, I'd tell you.

- You know, Nina, whatever
you think,

you are safer here
than out there.

Think of your baby.

I'm not getting very far, am I?

- Tell them the truth.

Come on, Nina.

It might help them get
whoever did this to Peter.

- I doubt it.

- We'll get through this.

- No.

We won't.

You don't have to feel
guilty, Michael.

Honestly.

- I don't feel guilty.

- It's my responsibility.

- Sweetheart, I'm as
responsible in this as you are.

- No.

No, you're not.

- I still don't trust him.

So what are we doing?

- I think we bring
in a psychologist,

on a provisional basis.

- Anyone in mind?

- My name's Helen.

I don't work for
the police, Nina.

I work at the university.

I'm just a civilian.

Like you.

Nothing you say to me

can be used against you

or Michael or anyone else.

In fact, it's against the law
for any of our conversation

to be repeated in court.

Did Peter take pictures

of your town during the war?

Is that where you met?

By all accounts he was
a bit of a character?

Liked a drink and a laugh?

But he had a big heart
too, didn't he?

He brought you back with him.

You formed a bond.

Like family.

Nina, all these people
want to protect you

and find the man that
killed Peter.

But they need your
help to do that.

- He was kind to me.

He brought me to London.

Gave me somewhere to live,

paid for the rest
of my education.

- Right.

- Nina, I need you to tell me
what it is you're afraid of.

Is it someone from the past?

From Bosnia?

- You can't protect me.

- From?

- From my fate.

- Look, if this man
is in London,

then we have a chance
to catch him.

And I think you owe it to Peter

to give us that chance.

I was going to my grandparents.

After school.

It was my brother's birthday.

We had organized him a party.

My whole family lived
together in the same town.

We were Bosnian Muslims.

My grandparents had
this tiny house

on the outskirts near the woods.

When I got there, the
place seemed deserted.

And then I heard voices.

I heard shouting.

And then gunshots.

I was terrified.

I wanted to go home

but I was scared I'd
be seen, so...

I kept still.

And all the time the gunshots
were going on and on.

Not stopping.

I needed to know what
was happening.

I was petrified but I had to
find out what was going on.

There were some bodies

already lying in the dirt.

My grandparents.

My little brother, Mahir, he...

he couldn't stop crying.

Their leader, he was
one of our neighbors.

He'd been a policeman
during the war.

He said...

he said, "Save the kid for me."

And he shot him like a dog.

I heard someone behind
me, I froze.

It was Peter.

And I heard my mother screaming.

I knew what they were
doing to her.

Then there were two more shots.

And the screaming stopped.

My father pleaded with him.

But the man who shot my
brother just laughed.

They had killed everyone.

After that, Peter didn't
let me out of his sight.

He brought me back to London.

- You said one of the men,

the leader,

was a neighbor.

Do you remember his name?

- No, but he's in London.

- You saw him?

- No, but Peter did
or thought he did.

He wouldn't rest until
he was sure.

- And he made sure?

- Mr Price's driver.

- Did Peter tell
you that himself?

- It was our last conversation.

- We've got our man, Havers.

- You think all this
goes back to Bosnia?

- Yeah, Rooker sees Pavletic

in the fight with Eddie Price

and that's where he
recognizes him.

- And then what?

Then Peter Rooker takes
matters into his own hands?

- Well, let's find out.

Is your husband in,
Mrs Pavletic?

- He's out on a job.

When do you
expect him home?

- He said he wouldn't
be back till late.

- Perhaps we could talk
to you instead?

- Sorry about the mess.

- Have you ever heard your
husband mention a Peter Rooker?

- No, I don't think so.

- Well, have you noticed
any changes

in your husband recently?

- Well, he was worried about

that Eddie Price business,

that he'd have to testify

to Price beating that man up.

- Ah, that man was Peter Rooker.

- Right.

I didn't know that.

Anyway, that's all done
with now, isn't it?

- Absolutely.

Your husband was most
cooperative on that issue.

- Look, I really need to get on.

Is there anything else?

- Two nights ago Peter
Rooker was found murdered.

Shot dead in Soho.

This is him.

- I want you to think
very carefully

before you answer this question.

Do you know the man
in that picture?

- He came to the house.

I didn't catch his name.

When?

- Three or four days ago.

He said he was a friend
of Andrej's.

He left a photo and
his phone number.

- Can we see it?

- No, I gave it to my husband.

I don't know what
he did with it.

- Describe it.

- Well, it was a photo
of a road sign

riddled with bullet holes.

Sanski Most, Andrej's home town.

- And what did your husband
say when he saw the photograph?

- That it was an old friend

and that he'd give him a
call when he had a chance.

I was quite relieved,
to be honest.

- Why?

- Well, I wasn't sure
whether the man

really was a friend of Andrej's.

Well, he'd asked too
many questions.

- What kind of questions?

- How long had he been here,

and when did we get married,

and was Andrej definitely
from Sanski Most.

But you
answered them?

Yes.

- Mrs Pavletic, two nights ago,

what time did your
husband come home?

- 10, 10:30.

- Did he do anything
out of the ordinary?

Wash his clothes?

Take a shower?

- He just had a cup of tea

and he read the papers
like he always does.

- Do you know if your
husband owns a gun?

- You think he killed
that man, don't you?

- We have to eliminate
him from our inquiries.

- That's ridiculous.

Andrej's the most decent,

hard-working man I've ever met.

In Bosnia he was a
policeman like you,

but you don't see that.

You see a foreigner,

an immigrant looking
for a handout?

- Mrs Pavletic--

- My parents were just the same,

that's why I don't speak
to them any more.

- Does he own a gun?

- No, he doesn't.

He's a chauffeur,
for God's sake!

Winston?

Are we up and running?

- Yes, we are.

If she calls his mobile
or vice versa,

triangulation should give us his

location inside three minutes.

Thanks.

I'd better go.

- Sir?

- That's him!

Watch it!

- Sir, the van!

- You all right?

- Sorry, sorry!

I panicked!

I'm going to lose my driving
license now, aren't I?

- You are under arrest
on suspicion

of the murder of Peter Rooker.

You do not have to say anything

but it may harm your defense if

when questioned you later
rely on something in court.

- Is he here?

Where is he?

- You're quite safe, Nina,

but I need you to do
something for me.

What?

- Look at these pictures.

Who are
these people?

- Random license-holders.

Well, random apart from one.

I need you to identify the man

you believe killed your family.

- Well, I can't tell
you this second

where I was at eight
o'clock that night,

but I keep a log so it
shouldn't be a problem.

Is my home being searched?

- Does that bother you?

- No, of course not.

- As a policeman in Bosnia,

did you receive firearms
training?

- Yes.

- Would you consider
yourself a good shot?

- About average.

Look, I did not kill this man.

I'm a peaceful person
and I always was.

- Even in the war?

- Especially in the war!

I mean, it was an exercise
in absurdity,

but I tried as long and hard

as I could to do my job,

to uphold the law.

- You told your wife that
Rooker was an old friend.

Is that true?

- Sure, he was a photographer
covering the war.

We struck up a friendship.

- So why after three
years of living here,

have you never tried
to contact him?

According to your wife,

he didn't even know
that you'd settled here.

- I tried to find
him so we could

kick around old times.

- You are a liar, Mr Pavletic.

A bloody liar!

Yes, you had some old
times with Mr Rooker,

but they weren't
the kind that you

would chat about
over a cold beer.

- But they were the
kind that you might kill

to keep from coming out.

Like murdering entire
families, for example.

- Obviously, you have a witness,

someone from Bosnia
who is claiming

I did all these terrible things?

Are they reliable?

Do they have photographs?

Do they have proof?

No, they've made a mistake.

- Don't try and second-guess us.

- What else can I do

when you hold all the cards?

Did you call Rooker

on the number he left your wife?

- Yes, I did.

- And?

- We arranged for him to come

up to the house at the weekend.

- So when Eddie Price
attacked Peter Rooker,

why didn't you go to
defend your old friend?

- Well, to tell you the truth,

I didn't recognise him.

He'd put on weight,
he looked older.

I'm not a killer.

Back home I had authority.

Here I have nothing but my name

and you are destroying it
with every second I'm here.

No-one wants to be driven

around by somebody they
think is a Serbian gangster.

I think I'd like my
phone call now.

If that's all right.

- He's only got the best
criminal lawyer in Christendom.

Michael Ackland?

Who paid for him?

- Eddie Price.

That's who he made
his phone call to.

- How about the house search?

- Forensics found nothing,

ballistics or otherwise.

But they've discovered he
keeps a lock-up nearby.

- That sounds promising.

- It better be or we'll
have to tell Nina

that he's walking.

He's note perfect.

- Well, if he's a sociopath,
that's no big surprise.

Robert de Niro, eat
your heart out.

- All we've got on him
is Nina's story.

- So not enough to charge him?

- Not yet.

By the way, you were a
star in there with Nina,

did I tell you that?

- You didn't need to.

- Well, you were.

- Look, I've not got much on.

Do you want me to wait around
and keep an eye on her?

- Oh, you've done enough.

Well, more than.

- Tommy, if you have
to let him go,

she's going to be
a mess and I don't

reckon much to boyfriend
Michael.

- Hmm.

I love you.

- That's a bit OTT, Tommy.

Yes would've done.

- Sir.

Excuse me.

It's all right.

- Background check's come
through on Michael Wren.

Five years ago he was arrested

after an arms trafficking bust.

He got off, lack of evidence,

but four of his co-defendants
weren't so lucky,

including one Brendan McGuire.

Now, McGuire squealed
and they cut

his sentence in half.

- We never did find out where
Rooker got his gun, did we?

- No, but McGuire seems
like a good bet.

- So Rooker needed you
to broker the deal.

That's why you've
been holding out

on us from the start, isn't it?

- Despite your best efforts
to appear accommodating.

- We could never figure out

what he was doing between
eight and nine,

the last hour of his life.

- He was busy buying
a gun, wasn't he?

- I've no idea.

- Ballistics will trace that
back to Brendan McGuire.

- Yeah, and on past form,

Brendan McGuire will
sing from the rooftops

to avoid going to jail.

- Which means he'll
implicate you.

Look, Wren, whatever
it is you've done,

it's better that we hear
it from you, not from him.

- Look, Peter came to me,

said he needed a gun,
or he was a dead man.

He was my best mate, what
was I supposed to do?

- You're gonna show me.

Nothing
from Pavletic's lock-up.

- What was in there?

- Furniture, books, usual
sort of household stuff

that'll see the rubbish tip

before it sees another home.

- So what have we got on
Pavletic other than motive?

- Getting to Rooker
before Rooker got to him?

- That's the motive I mean.

- Well, he was in the vicinity

of the crime at the right time.

- Access and motive.

That's it.

That does not add up
to a conviction.

- I know.

- We're gonna have
to release him.

- We do not have anything
substantial enough

to hold him with.

Suppose we'd better lose
the battle and win the war.

- OK.

OK, I'll release him.

- I'll go and tell
Nina the bad news.

- So what time did you get here?

- We left Number 19
about eight o'clock,

it's a five minute walk,

so it must've been about
five past, 10 past.

- OK, and then what?

- Made the introductions,
headed back to the bar.

It was a Friday night;
busy, busy, busy.

- What about Rooker?

- Well, he finished his pint.

Actually, it was
his second pint.

On his own?

- Brendan was chatting to him.

- Wasn't he busy, busy, busy?

- Peter'd just handed him two
grand for the Smith & Wesson,

I think it was the
least he could do.

I've told you everything
I know, can I go now?

No.

See Michael, every time
you've told us everything

there seems to be a whole
new thrilling installment.

Come on.

- Sorry, mate.

- How the hell did they
trace it to me?

- That doesn't matter,
Mr McGuire, we did.

Now, Peter Rooker had the
dubious pleasure of spending

the last hour of his
life with you.

What did you talk about?

- Are you kidding me?

He was nuts!

Nuts, how?

- Well, kept banging on about

genocide and murder and scars

that wouldn't heal and bodies

that wouldn't stay buried.

But you illegally
sold him a firearm, anyway?

- OK, yeah, he's a grown-up.

- His mental condition

didn't even give you
pause for thought?

- Well, he told me that Rooker

was a famous war photographer,

that he could handle himself.

But then we left here
and an hour later,

I heard there's a shooting
'round the corner.

And you didn't
get in contact with us?

- I thought it was my gun.

- Well rest easy, Rooker
never got a round off,

not that it would've
stopped much.

- Look, I'm sorry
the geezer's dead,

but it weren't my fault.

- OK, when he left here,

did you see anyone
following him?

No.

- Did you see anyone watching
you while you were chatting?

- Well, not that I noticed.

- But?

- But when I said the CCTV

weren't working 'round
the back--

- What, you were lying?

- Look, it's no big deal,
you can't make the bloke out.

The quality ain't that good.

- Trust me, Mr McGuire,
it is a big deal.

I need you to show me it now.

- But I recognized him!

I picked him out!

- I'm sorry, but it's
not over yet.

- Yes, it is.

Nina.

- Helen.

- It's all right.

Nina!

- Havers?

Sir, it's Pavletic.

- Positive?

- Yeah, I've got video
to prove it.

We've
just let him go!

- OK, I'm on my way back now.

- Winston?

With me!
- What?

- Pavletic!

- Nina, confronting
him won't help!

Nina.

Nina, don't.

- Who are you?

- Nina.

Put the gun down!

- They're taking him back in!

- He's going to prison
now, Nina.

Put the gun down.

- You said that the last time.

- No, this time, Nina,
we've got proof!

- Look, I'm not who
you think I am.

I swear to you.

- Nina.

- Get out of the way.

- Don't ruin your life.

He's going to jail for
the rest of his.

Please.

- You don't need it
any more, Nina.

Put the gun down.

Down on the ground.

- All right.

- No spine in Bosnians!

- Winston!

- She's gone.

- You need to let me try, sir.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven.

- We have entrusted Helen
to God's mercy,

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection
to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who will transform our frail
bodies so that they may be.

- What are you doing here?

- I dunno.

Just letting you know,
when you're ready,

that there is a world out there.

- Right.

That's just what she'd say.

- I know.

- And you know what
I'd say back?

The world can wait a
couple of minutes.