All language subtitles for The Inspector Lynley Mysteries.s04e04.The Word of God

RECITAL OF PRAYERS

THEY ARGUE IN ARABIC

Stop it!

'Stop it!'

Selfish, inconsiderate.

Good morning.
Is it? I hadn't noticed.

This should help - triple espresso.

Jump start the heart.

Cheer up. It might never happen.

Lafferty's here already?

He's unbearably keen today.

There's nothing wrong with that.
Tell me about this trailer.

Oh, the container
was shipped and sealed

from Denmark four days ago.

It was unloaded
in Harwich yesterday.

"Some say the world will end
in fire, some say in ice..."

William Butler Yeats?

Robert Frost. And I thought
you were an educated man. Hi. Hi.

The victim is male.

Obviously.

Late 20s, early 30s.

I'd say Mediterranean
or Middle Eastern in origin.

See this. If he'd frozen to death,
the livor mortis would be red.

What about time of death?

If he died in Denmark,
it could be a case for them.

Sorry, nice try.

Core temperature is still
a couple of degrees above ambient.

He's been dead less than 48 hours.

How soon can you do a postmortem?

A day at least, to thaw.

Think of your turkey at Christmas.

I'd rather not.

You talked to the driver yet?

Yeah, the only time the vehicle
was unattended

was an hour's break
in a service station off the M25.

Then he slept in the cab
till the market opened.

The tachyograph should confirm it.

Fantastic(!)
So, we don't know who the victim is,

we've not got no witnesses,
no suspects and no motive.

I'm sure something will turn up.

Can you cut it out
with the platitudes today?

Oh, you silly chumps.
Mind what you're doing, will you?

Sir!

He must've been wearing
it under his shirt.

ID and address.

I told you something would turn up.

OK, Mark Moran, Elver's Way,

Dartford.

Aye Aye. Hold on.

There's about £200 here.
No, the paper. Let me see.

What is it? Vellum parchment.

What language is that?

Arabic. Ancient Arabic, I guess.

That's beautiful.

Bag this up very carefully.

We'll need to take it
to a manuscript expert.

LYNLEY'S MOBILE RINGS

Yes. Inspector Lynley.

Have I called at a bad time?

Sorry, Who is it?

We met at the house of Lords.

Oh! Christine. Of course.

'I was thinking you'd forgotten me.'

Well, how could I forget?

I was just wondering
when we were finally

going to have that cappuccino.

The way I'm going,
it'd more likely be a nightcap.

Oh? Well, strangely enough,
I have no plans for this evening.

Oh, um, hold on for a second.

Havers,
get in touch with Dartford BCU

and make sure there's
a family liaison officer on call.

'Hello?' Sorry, yeah, I'm all yours.

Oh. Well, would you like me
to book us a table for supper then?

That's great. Right, well I'll
leave myself in your capable hands.

Great. All right. Bye bye.

The lawyer?

We're gonna have dinner,
talk about work.

There's quite a lot of cross-over.
Is that what they call it?

Can't we meet without everyone
getting the wrong idea?

"I'm all yours. I leave myself
in your capable hands."

Yes, of course, I forgot -

you're the expert
on courtship rituals, aren't you?

With all your dating adventures.

That all turned out
to be a total waste of time.

How did you know
it was ancient Arabic?

Benefit of a liberal arts education.

Which makes you an expert
on everything?

Of course.

Except...women.

There's the family liaison officer.

OK, Martin Moran.

Some juvenile offences.
Shoplifting, assault.

A conviction for selling
prescription drugs -

anabolic steroids.

Come on. Come and get me.
You're dead! You're dead!

Happy families, eh?

MUSIC CHIMES FROM DOORBELL

Mrs Moran?
Detective Sergeant Havers.

This is Detective Inspector Lynley.

Can we come in?

Thank you.

Er, you are married
to Martin Moran, yeah?

I suppose so, yeah.

< What is it, love?

It's the police.
Something about Marty.

What's he done now?

Mrs Moran,
when did you last see your husband?

Er, I dunno. About a week ago. Why?

Do you know where
he's been since then?

No. And when was the last
time you spoke with him?

Er, night before last, yeah.

We had a bit of row.
You know, access to the kids.

See, he keeps arguing about,
changing all the times and stuff.

And he wanted to pick them up today.

We split up a couple of months ago.

I'm with Craig now. Just a minute.

What's this all about? Craig.

I'm sorry to be the bearer
of bad news,

but we do have reason to believe
that your husband is dead.

You're kidding?

I'm very sorry, Mrs Moran.

Are you all right?

Come on.

Before we can make
a formal identification...

Sir.

..we will need you to come in
and identify the body. Sir!

We might've jumped the gun.

Is this a photograph of your husband?

Yes. Hold on a minute.

I Thought you said he was dead.

HE WHISTLES

Dad!

All right, son?

Martin Moran? I'm just picking the
kids up. There's no law against it.

Do you recognise this passport?

I ain't got a passport.
I've never been abroad.

Have you been burgled recently?
Someone broke into the car
in Eltham the other week.

What's all this about?

They were asking all these questions,

then told us you were dead! What?

You nearly gave us a heart attack.
This has been a case
of mistaken identity.

We found a passport in your name

on a murder victim.

We're very sorry. We really didn't
mean to cause any distress. Distress?

You can't do this
without checking your facts.

I understand. This is out of order.

You ought to complain.

I'll get family liaison officer.

We're really very sorry. We didn't...

It's just a terrible
misunderstanding.
Look what you've done to my wife.

It's emotional trauma.

I should sue you lot for damages!

It's an easy mistake.
We can't afford that.

We should have checked.

It was a good forgery.

Yeah, now it's landed us up the
proverbial creek without a paddle.

The Immigration and Naturalisation
Department specialise in this.

Not the IND.
They are a nightmare to work with.

Well, sometimes you've got to learn
to ask for a little bit of help.

Don't tell me
you were taken in by this?

Feel the intaglio?

Check the laser mark?

Don't they train you to look
for these things?

This is your speciality.

That's why we've come to you.

Yes. Everything lands on my plate.

Er, we need to get an ID
on our victim urgently.

And I'd like England
to win the World Cup.

But IND keep a database of all
foreigners entering the country?

If they come in legally. You do
have facial recognition software?

The system's just gone on stream.

Look around - I'm understaffed.

Inspector Brennan,
I would appreciate it if you
gave this your top priority.

It is a murder investigation.

We've got major investigations too.

The Home Office has made
people-trafficking a top priority.

It's been given
the same rating as drugs.

I'm very happy for you. OK, we might
be able to work together on this.

Um, our victim was found in
a container that came into Harwich.

Go on. So there might be
a people-trafficking connection.

Now if you help us with
our investigation,

we might be able to help you
with yours.

I'll see what I can do.

But it could take a while.

With every hour that passes,
the trail gets colder.

I feel your pain.

I feel it too. In the neck.
Don't let him get to you.

What did I say about working
on multi-agency cases?

Yeah, well we haven't much choice.

It's the only lead we've got.

Not quite.

Let's not forget our manuscript.

No cameras or eye-witnesses
at lay-by, I'm afraid.

But the Harwich police say they had
a similar case about two years ago.

Five Thai women suffocated
in a truck.

Sir?

Um? "Each hour that passes,
the trail gets colder?"

I remember the case.

The container wasn't refrigerated,
just badly ventilated.

It was manslaughter not murder.

And those girls were smuggled in
for use in the sex trade.

None of which apply to us.

Maybe we should liaise
with Special Branch.

Counter Terrorism desk. Why?

This could be a threat,
or some kind of message.

Oh, so Arab equals terrorist.

Isn't that what they call
institutional prejudice?

Just covering all the angles.

Inspector Lynley?

Professor Blackwell.

Pleasure to meet you. Thank you for
seeing us at such short notice.

This Detective Sergeant Havers.

Um, we wondered
if you could translate this for us.

What are, what are these smudges?

Oh, um, the manuscript
was dusted for fingerprints.

Unfortunately,

we found it on the body of a man
in a refrigerated container.

"If anyone killed someone...

"unless it be for murder

or spreading mischief in the land -

"it would
be as if he killed everyone."

Perhaps it is some kind of message.

It is, it's a message from God.

Please. Right.

Sorry, it's a bit of a maze in here,
I'm afraid.

What did Prince Charles say?
"An academy for secret police."

You know London's the world centre
for stolen antiquities?

A dubious distinction.

They say art crime is like
a barometer for all other crimes.

Sad but true.
It's an underworld currency.

Old books are used for collateral
in drug deals, gun running,
people-trafficking.

Take this, for example.

It was found in an abandoned
getaway car underneath the M40.

Police found traces of semtex,
blood and cocaine.

That is ironic, isn't it?

Something so beautiful being
mixed up with such ugliness.

Beauty brings out the worst.

Now...Surah Five, I think.

Verse 32, yeah. It goes on -

"If anyone saved a life,

"it would be as if he saved
the life of the whole people".

It's a verse from the Koran.

Not just any Koran.

Look at this. Early Kufic script.

I'd have to do some dating tests,
but looking at the vellum,

I'd say... 7th century.

Around about the time
of third caliph Osman.

Didn't he compile
the very first official Koran?

Very good, Inspector.

If this is genuine,

it's about as close
to the word of God as we can get.

So, that would make this
very valuable.

To a historian or scholar,
priceless.

But to a collector, well...

More precious, ounce for ounce,
than moon dust.

And if it's genuine,
ample motive for murder?

Why do you say that?

We strongly suspect that the man who
was holding the page was murdered.

Oh.

Like I said, beauty brings out
the worst in people.

Where could our victim
have got it from?

Well, there were reports
of one of these Qur'ans

being kept by a member
of the Kuwaiti Royal family.

It was stolen by the Republican
Guard, when Iraq invaded in 1991.

Then, in the chaos of the second
Iraqi war,

with museums and libraries
being looted, burnt...

you can imagine what happened.

It could easily have been lost,
found again, smuggled out.

MOBILE RINGS

Excuse me.

And how soon
can you get this verified?

We're very busy, Inspector.

Don't tell me
you've got a backlog too.

I'm sure if I lean
on the conservation department

we can have it authenticated
within...24 hours.

Please.

If it is authentic, who'd be
in the market for such a manuscript?

Where to begin?

Unscrupulous collectors.

Corrupt officials, terrorists,

drug barons trying
to bypass the banking system,

not to mention fundamentalist
Wahabi sects, or Mossad,

or anyone else with
some political interest.

We live in dark times, Inspector.

If you get any results,
will you give me a call? Of course.

Keep your eye out
for any other pages.

If we could recover the whole
Qur'an...

We'll do our best. Er, that was
Brennan. He thinks he's got an ID.

Thank you very much, Professor.

Inspector.

Do you want the good or bad news?

Can we just have the name
of the victim please?

Latif Ansari. Jordanian national.

Came through Heathrow eight months
ago on a six month visa.

Accompanied by his wife,
Narima, and his brother, Ahmed.

Registered address?
That's the bad news -

B&B, left six weeks ago,
no forwarding address.

What about credit card transactions?

I wasn't born yesterday!
Already checked. Nothing.

We need a full description of these
two. They are our prime suspects.

I might have a suspect for you.

Since when did you
become a murder detective?

Every forger has his own style.

Some things they do well, others not.

We think we know
who faked this one up.

The man who made this
is a major people-trafficker.

About a couple of years ago,

five Thai girls were found
suffocated in a truck.

We heard about that.
In Harwich. That wasn't murder.

But this might be.

Give me means and motive.

Plenty. Moody passport like this

costs up to four grand.

Maybe your victim couldn't pay,
or was about to shoot his mouth off.

Let's have a name and address.

We've been running surveillance
on him for six months.

He's slippery. I'm not gonna let you
run in there and blow the operation.

With suspicion of murder,
I can get a warrant overnight.

We can hit him hard in the morning.

If we work together,
share intelligence...

we could both get what we want. OK.

But I want to talk to him
within 24 hours.

It's a deal.

Why do I get the feeling this case
is slipping through my fingers?

You're just tired. You haven't
had a good night's sleep in a week.

I get the message.
At least we've still got the body.

We need to check Lafferty hasn't
disposed of it - donated
it to science! Double check the IDs.

There must be another way
of tracking his wife and brother.

What are you doing?
Were you calling police?

You know what they do to us
if they find out!

Come with me.

Forget about human rights issues.

Let's just look at immigration
on economic grounds.

I was, yours!

I was thinking of all those fat fees
you get defending asylum seekers.

Oh, yeah, millions(!)

Adam Smith. Philosopher
of the free market system.

I know who he was.

He argued that capital
needed to flow freely

to make competition work.

But he also argued
for the free movement of labour.

Free trade can only work

if people travel internationally
to where the jobs are.

There's a right wing argument
for economic migrants.

Hold on,
just because I'm a policeman,

doesn't mean
I'm a dyed-in-the-wool conservative.

And just because I'm a lawyer,

doesn't make me
a Bollinger-Bolshevik.

Maybe not.

But, I see the human cost
of all this freedom.

Murders involving homeless people,
abandoned children, migrants.

So many displaced people,
uprooted from their families.

Nobody really has a home.

That sounded heartfelt.

No, no, no.

Oh, come on. You've got to relax
sometimes. Let yourself loose.

I can see how persuasive
you must be in court.

I buy food. I don't want to eat.

Narima, you must eat.

You can't tell me what to do.

I'd do anything for you.

I'd put my hand
in the fire for you, Narima!

Stop it! I am your husband now!

It's none of my business.

Typical nosey lawyer.

Go on.

I heard you were separated
from your wife.

We are living apart...

for a trial period.

I've recently been though the break
up of a long relationship.

I know what it's like.

It's a very unsettling time.

We don't know whether we're
gonna try and make it work again...

..or split up for good.

That's the...

That's the worst thing, isn't it?

The uncertainty.

On the other hand,

when nothing is certain,

everything is possible.

Hi. I need to confirm a few things.

I'm all yours. You said that Latif
underwent some kind of surgery?

Well, I'm pretty sure
he had a kidney removed,

followed by dialysis
over the last few months.

How do you know?

Come here.

Neat scar here.

And he had an AV shunt in this arm,
to give easier access for dialysis.

It looks fairly recent too.

Well, we'll know a bit more when
he's warmed up for the Y-incision.

So, the dialysis could have
happened during his time in London?

Possibly. OK.

I'll check the dialysis clinics.

Thanks for a lovely dinner.

Can I give you a lift home? I'm
just five minutes round the corner.

Oh, well I'll walk you then.
You don't have to.

My pleasure.

OK, no luck in the dialysis units.

Oh, cheer up. I think I've
got a cause of death for you.

See. The broken hyoid bone
and the thyroid cartilage.

The Adam's apple. Fractured.

So, he was strangled before
he was put in the container?

Yeah, but not manually.

See, no finger bruises.

It must have been
some kind of soft ligature.

Could a woman have done it?

Takes three, four minutes
to kill a man like that.

He could've been very ill.

Too weak to put up a fight.

I'd better get home.

Someone special? Late night TV.

I'll be here all night.

Go on then.
Abandon me to this cold harsh world.

OK. Enjoy your night on the tiles.

Look, I'd ask you up
for a nightcap, but...

..it sounds so loaded.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Oh, but what the hell, life's
too short. Do you wanna come up?

OK. I get the message. No, no no.

Don't get that message.

I mean, don't take it the wrong way.

Well, how am I supposed to take it?

I just...

I need to be sure that I'm ready.

You deserve that.

Michael Sweet, 47.

Been running a roaring trade
in false documents for years.

Previous convictions?

Just look in the file.

Sweet's trucking company
brought in those poor Thai girls.

We've got surveillance connecting
him to the Turks, the Albanians,

even the Chinese.

The boys in black are here.

I'll be going in round the back.

Do you think we really need
the heavy artillery?

He's given us the slip twice before.

We need to catch him red handed,

make our charges stick.

Just remember, this is first
and foremost a murder investigation.
You're like a stuck record.

I'm only holding back to help
with your operation.

Almost ready?

'Have visual on target.'

Where have you been?

I was with Lafferty last night.

Doing what? Admiring his motorbike?

Our victim had a kidney removed
and was probably on dialysis.

I though we might find the wife
through his medical records. And?

No go. Thousands of clinics
could have done the procedure.

But, I did have a better idea.

Roger. OK.
Strike force good to go. You ready?

Also, Professor Blackwell called.

And what did he want?

Go! Go! Go!

Armed police! Armed Police!

Drop the weapon!

Armed police. Drop the weapon!

Come on Michael.
We've got a passport,

embossing machine,
card skimmer, ultra violet ink.

Even some official stamps.

I've never seen them before
in my life.

You can do better than that.

I can't be held responsible

for what my employees get up to.

Your prints on anything -

that story falls apart. Come on.

What's a strike team cost you?

Four grand a day plus? You've
gotta have more than this on me.

How about suspicion of murder?

What's going on?

I thought we agreed I'd
get first crack at him?

You have.

You blew it.
I haven't really got started.

You've had your chance.

I'm taking over this interview.

I'm DI Lynley, this is DS Havers.
We're investigating a murder.

So I hear. Recognise this man?

The body of a Jordanian,
Latif Ansari, was found in a meat
truck that came into Harwich.

Frozen to death? Mind you,
there are worse ways to go.

He wasn't frozen, he was strangled.

We found this passport on his body.

Where were you between
1 and 2am on Monday night?

Out on the town, knowing me.

Probably ended up at some nightclub.

Yeah, I think it was
cabaret that night. Probably?

Well, you know what it's
like when you go on a bender.

Do you have any witnesses
to corroborate this? Yeah,

there were a couple of girls.

One was called Jade, I think. The

other was called Rosa or something.

It's not their real names.
They were Moldovan.

Hot new thing at the moment.
Better than Albanians.

Stick to the point, Sweet. Yeah,
I've saved their numbers somewhere.

Oh...no...

sorry... Easy come, easy go.
So you don't have an alibi
for the night of the murder?

Talk to the bouncers.
They'll remember me.

Maybe I'm famous. Maybe I'm on CCTV.

Now you've become a prime suspect

in a murder investigation. Take me
down and charge me. Our pleasure.

You know, you may think
you know the law, Michael -

we do this for a living.

We know how you think, how you lie.

We know the mistakes you make.

We convict criminals
like you every week.

If you're so sure of yourself,

prove it.

I thought you said your
intelligence was good!

24 hours in the interview room,

he'll soon trip himself up.

The only evidence is circumstantial.
It wouldn't stand up with a
magistrate, let alone in court.

Got anything better?
You've brought nothing
to this investigation.

Should've spoken to Sweet
by ourselves.

I'll check out the alibi at the
nightclub. You see what
news Blackwell has.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever.

Your page is genuine.

The ink and vellum
are sixth or seventh century.

The Kufic script is
characteristic of the Osman era.
Virtually impossible to fake.

Where's the original? Locked
in the conservation department.

I've done some more research.

A similar Qur'an was stolen from

the Topkapi Library in Istanbul
a couple of years ago.

A couple of the pages
turned up at auction.

See the reserve price?

£120,000 a page!

How many pages in a full Koran?

Up to a thousand.
You can work out how much a
complete copy could fetch. A lot.

Turns out the Turkish pages
were passed by a middle man

through Cyprus and Switzerland
to a dealer in London.

The dealer has a shop on Bond
Street. Dmitri Zavos is one of the
leading experts in Islamic art.

He was involved
with the Topkapi pages.

How did he get away with selling
the stolen pages from Turkey?

Oh, Dmitri has offices
in Switzerland, which he uses
to "cleanse" stolen items.

Their property laws are
notoriously lax. You know him well?

Hardly.

The Islamic antiquities world
in London is very, very small.

Think he could be involved
in the buying and selling

of this golden Koran, then?

With that much money involved,
surprised if he could resist.

What about murder?

Could he be capable of that?

I can read seven different scripts,
speak Hebrew, speak four Arabic
dialects,

but the secrets of the human heart
remain a closed book to me.
Indecipherable.

OK.

Leave this to me.

Thank you. Thank you. Bye-bye.

From the golden age of Al Anduras.

Spain under the Moors.

It's 14th-century.

While we were still living
in mud huts and burning witches,

the Spanish moors
were building the Alhambra,

leading the world in navigation,
astronomy and mathematics.

Yeah, I don't need a lesson
in ancient history, Mr Zavos.

What is it this time?

You been interviewed
by the police before?

I deal in Islamic art. In the
eyes of the authorities, that

makes me a sponsor of terrorism.

But you were involved
in selling pages from a
stolen Koran from Turkey?

I was a fool.

I dealt with the client on good
faith. I lost a lot of money,
not to mention my good name.

Well, we won't mention it, then.

Had anyone dealing in this?

No. It's a golden Koran
from the Osman era.

Probably came on the market
from Iraq. Ah, that tragic country.

The Americans guarded
the oil ministry when they invaded

and left the house of manuscripts

to be burned. I don't need a lesson
in modern history either.

Have you seen any of
the pages of this book? No.

I wouldn't get involved.

I had my fingers burned already.

What about these faces?

Ring any bells?

No. But, if I should see them,
I'll be certain to give
you a call immediately.

Do you have a card?

Oh! If you do come across the
golden Koran, I'd be careful.

You could be in danger.

So how did it go last night?

Would've been better if
you'd stayed around. Why?

I could've done with a colleague
to vouch for me.

My wife. Another late night working.

She's starting to think
I might be up to no good.
Oh, I didn't know you were married.

Yeah, well,

it can happen to the best of us.

So what've we got?

"I must sit down and make my art,
from the foul rag-and-bone shop

of the heart." Frost again?

No, that was Yeats.

My report.

The PM confirms the right kidney

was removed some time ago, while the
remaining one was badly diseased.

Mr Ansari was suffering from
acute renal failure for months.

He must have been receiving advanced
medical treatment from somewhere.

Can we track down the people who gave
him the treatment? Get an address?

Tried that, I'm afraid.

I might have something.
I've just spoken to the

UK transplant authority.

They keep a database of all

donors and potential recipients.

I gave them the victims
tissue type and blood group.

It matches a patient on the waiting
list at a Harley Street clinic.
Now, THAT is poetry to my ears.

'Miss Deacon-Jones? You're the
main renal surgeon in this clinic?

'That's correct. We need to find

out about a patient of yours.'

I'm about to go into Theatre.
Why don't you speak to my secretary?

Unfortunately, we've tried. She
refuses to discuss cases without

your permission. Confidentiality.

What exactly do you want?

We're trying to trace the relatives
of Latif Ansari,
who died a couple of days ago.

I understand he had treatment
at this clinic? Yes, Mr Ansari.
He was on dialysis,

but in a critical condition. We put
him on the emergency transplant list
and were waiting for a new donor.

Sue, get an invoice of Mr Ansari.

How did he die? Renal failure? No -

strangulation.

We'll just need a
billing address or something.

When did you last see him?

I don't know.
Check with the registrar.

Thank you.

OK, his billing address
and emergency contact numbers.

Would this be up-to-date?

Well, I assume so. He was
picked up every day by ambulance.

Thank you for your co-operation.

Glad to have been of assistance.

Excuse me, is this right?
£4,000 for a month's treatment?

Dialysis is a very
expensive procedure.

So how much would it cost for
a kidney transplant? Varies.

Anything between 15 and 20,000.

How was he paying?

I just do the best I can to try and
save the patients' lives, Inspector,

which is what I've got to do now.
Excuse me.

That's her. The victim's wife.
Narima Ansari.

No sign of the brother? No.

She's very beautiful.

You know what Blackwell said -

beauty brings out
the worst in people.

What about Sweet's alibi?

The cameras didn't
cover all the exits,

but they've got pictures of him
going into the club late evening

and leaving early morning.

That'd give him time to leave
by another exit, murder Latif
and load him onto the truck.

He'd have to know the
body would be found.

Yeah, well maybe he just panicked.

Maybe we've got better suspects.

Neither the brother
nor the wife reported Latif missing.

There could be
all kinds of reasons for that.

Including a golden Koran
worth millions.
Marriages have broken up over less.

And I thought love conquers all.

Because you've never been married.

Looks like it isn't working.

Time to get your climbing boots on.

DISTANT SHOUTING AND BABY CRYING

Welcome to London - where the
streets are paved with gold(!)

Since Mr Ansari is now
deceased, can you bring up
all his medical records...

..and then delete him
from the system?

Well, we'll never kick
this down in a hurry.

No.

No, usually I'd ask you to go
round the back, but, today...

you stay at the front.

DOORBELL RINGS

Excuse me. Inspector Lynley.
I need access to your balcony.

Mrs Ansari!

DOORBELL RINGS

This is Detective Sergeant Havers.
Can you open the door, please?

Police! Open up!

Mrs Ansari?

When is your brother-in-law due back?

Silence won't help you, Narima.
We'll just draw our own conclusions.

When is your brother-in-law due back?

Sir, look at this.

Feel the intaglio. Look at the laser
marks. Where did you get these?

Ever met Michael Sweet?
Narima, you've already broken
immigration law.

Now I find you in possession
of two false passports.

We needed to stay in the country.
Latif was so ill.
But why should I believe you?

Your husband is dead and you don't
seem in the least bit surprised.
I knew he was dying.

When he didn't come back the other
night, I knew in my heart...

..he'd gone.

Is this your husband?

He loved London.

I never understood.

He called it the place
where East meets West.

Zero degrees or something?
Zero degrees longitude.

The meridian. He thought
we could make a new beginning here,

start again.

And how were you going
to pay for this new start?

Dialysis costs thousands
of pounds a month,

a new kidney...up to 20.

There is no soul here.

All the people care about is money.

I knew this would not
be a new beginning.

Only the end.

Is this
how your husband planned to pay?

We found the original on his body.

It's a page
from a 7th-century golden Koran.

Each page would be worth
over £100,000.

A whole book - millions.

What has this got
to do with Latif's illness?

Your husband didn't die
of kidney failure, Narima.

He was strangled.

But who...?

Why would someone hurt Latif?

That's what we're trying to find out.

This is why I need your
full co-operation. All right?

Now, did anything unusual
happen on the night he disappeared?

I heard them arguing.

A lot of shouting. Who?

Latif and his brother, Ahmed.

Sir, I think that's him.

Stand aside.

Arrest him when he comes in.

Just a moment. Police! Stop!

Police! Stop! Police!

What the hell's going on? I was
poised to make an arrest until you
roared up like some bad TV cop show.

You couldn't even catch the guy!
I'M not the loose cannon.
I thought we had a deal.

Why didn't you tell me
where the illegals lived? So much
for sharing intelligence!

I didn't think you had any to share!

I want to interview her now.

Hold on. She's an overstayer.

I've got the power under the
Naturalisation and Immigration Act

to send her
for immediate deportation.

I thought you were more interested
in people like Michael Sweet -
people-traffickers.

She could be a key witness.

Look, I'm this close, right?

Just give me a little bit more time.

You've got till the morning.
Then I want her back.

Come on! Move!

Come on!

We don't have much time, Narima.
I need you to tell me everything.

I am.

You said Ahmed and Latif were
arguing on the night he disappeared.

It was something to do with
business.

Exactly what business were they in?

They sold books.
Mainly school books.

Journals, magazines.

Would that include
ancient manuscripts?

I don't know.

They didn't tell me everything.

Did you ever meet
any of their business associates?

What about this man?

I'm trying to help you, Narima.

I'm trying to see that
justice is done for Latif.

About a week ago...

I'd been shopping,

I went to meet Latif and Ahmed...

at a cafe...Edgware Road.

Latif and Ahmed were talking
to this man

and another man.

This second man, would you be able
to identify him if you saw him?

I think so. Yes. He was short,

not a lot of hair,

he wore a lot of rings.

DOOR OPENS

Mrs Ansari, hello.

This way, please.

The second man...her description
matched the dealer I spoke to.

I think she's telling the truth.
What do you think? Yeah.

But I don't think
she's telling us everything.

Beloved.

I never got a chance to tell you.

You're going to be a father.

We're going to have a child.

You know, from what I've
seen of that dealer Zavos,

I think he'd be very keen to get
hold of a complete golden Koran.

Sir?

She's pregnant.

Narima.

Sorry.

You should've told us
you were pregnant.

Maybe we should get a check-up, eh?

It doesn't get any easier, does it?

I've been thinking about this.

The left kidney was necrotic -
badly diseased -

while the right kidney had been
surgically removed some time ago.

Well, maybe it was diseased too.

Maybe. But it's never a 100% thing.

You wouldn't remove a kidney, even
if it was down to 10% functioning,
if the other one was also diseased.

What does that mean?

Nothing, maybe.

Or perhaps the surgeon removed
the good kidney...accidently.

It's happened before.

Is that the man you saw
with Ahmed and your husband?

I think so...

Yes.

Do YOU want
to interview him this time?

We need a short-cut.

Get hold of Blackwell. Tell him
to bring the manuscript with him.

Inspector.

Ah, Professor. Thank you.

Havers tells me you authenticate
manuscripts for this Zavos chap.

Only legally imported artefacts.

I'm sure.
I need you to introduce me to him.

I'm going to be Tom Cranwell, ex-pat,
collector, living in South Africa.

What if something happens?
What if I blurt something out?
You'll be fine.

We need to make sure that he's
in the market for a golden Koran.

How should I best come across?
I don't know.

Be offhand, arrogant,

treat everyone like they're a slave.
That's all right. I can do that.

It's one of the
great tragedies of our time.

Such a diverse culture taken over
by a band of fundamentalists.

I couldn't agree with you more...

Imagine if the Christian tradition

from Russian icons
to Chartres, Raphael

was hijacked by a few Bible Belt
American evangelicals.

Couldn't have put it better
myself. Those are nice doors. Where
are they from? Baluchistan.

I have the provenance if you'd like
to see it. Don't worry about that.

..Professor, give us a moment.

Much better to haggle by oneself.

Of course.

Of course, the price is always
cheaper if you can pay cash.

Let's forget about the doors,
shall we?

I'm looking for ancient Korans...

in Kufic script.

I'm not sure if I can help you.

I've done my research, Dmitri.

I know you're the best
in the business.

I also know there is a golden Koran
doing the rounds at this minute.

If anyone can get hold of it,
you can. Hmm.

Be assured, I pay top dollar.

I can outbid any rival

and I don't ask too many questions.

Such an object would command
a very high price indeed.

Try me.

I don't understand. What has this
got to do with Latif?

It could be the reason he was
murdered. If he was trying
to sell the golden Koran...

No.

Latif would never do that.

You said you saw him
talking to Zavos.

Latif was devout.

He read Qur'an every day.

He believed it was the word

of God and belonged to everyone.

He would not cut it to pieces
and sell it on the street.

He was dying.

Maybe he changed his mind.

No.

Because he was dying, it was more
important to keep his true faith.

What about Ahmed?

I can't answer for Ahmed.

Where's the rest
of the book, Narima?

I don't know.

Can I ask you something else?

Your husband had a kidney removed a
couple of years ago. Why was that?

We think he had the surgery
here in London.

What is it you're not
telling me, Narima?

Thank you. You played your part
perfectly. He knows something.

That was fun. Quite exhilarating.
I suppose that's ketman.

What's that? Deception, lying, a key

concept in the Islamic philosophy.

Also approved of in the Qur'an and
the Hadith. How does it go? Erm...

"He who is in possession of truth
must not expose himself to the
blindness and the folly of those

"whom it has pleased God
to place and maintain in error."

I must try and remember that one.

Is that...? The victim's wife, yes.

Poor woman.

Thanks very much, Professor.

I'll call you soon.

You were right. Zavos is a player.

I think he's taken the bait.

I need to talk to you about Narima.

She can't stay in the flat - it's
not safe. Call the local station

to organise a bread and breakfast.

I was right about her
not telling us everything.

She OK? Latif's kidney wasn't

removed because it was diseased.

He needed money for the wedding
and to buy a place to live. He came
here to sell a healthy kidney.

Organs for cash.
Who did the surgery?

Couldn't you have called
in advance? I'm afraid not.

Well, I'm off the country for the
weekend. My daughter's playing polo.

We need to see all of Latif
Ansari's medical records.

Well, I'm afraid that won't
be possible, Inspector.

Well, if need be,
we can get a court order.

You told me he was dead.

My secretary sent all the
records back to Jordan.

You could try his doctor there.

Latif Ansari had a kidney surgically
removed a couple of years ago.
Did you notice that?

Well, of course.

I assume he had it removed
in Jordan.

We have reason to believe
he sold it for cash here in London.

I've heard of
such things going on.

But naturally,
no self-respecting surgeon I know
would be involved in it.

You told this morning that a
new kidney would cost upwards

of £15,000.

Oh, we get our kidneys through
registered organ donation.

But demand exceeds supply, it seems.

What are you suggesting?

We've a witness ready to testify
on oath that Latif Ansari sold

his kidney to this clinic.

Allegations like this
are made all the time.

You'd need an audit trail,
tissue type, DNA to make it stick.

We'll get a court order
and do just that.

Do you think that's a wise idea?

I'm about to be elected
vice president
of the Royal College of Surgeons.

Do you think that the word
of an illegal immigrant, desperate
to stay in the country,

angry at the loss of a relative,
would stand up against mine?

That sounds like a good reason
to cover this up.

I think this conversation's
gone far enough.

Next time, it'll be on caution -
for suspicion of murder.

You're not seriously suggesting
that I could have anything
to do with this man's death?!

Why not? You've the motive. If you
were involved in the surgery, you'd
be struck off the medical register.

Tens of thousands of pounds
lost from consultancy fees.

Not to mention the post at
the Royal College of Surgeons.
Be humiliating, wouldn't it?

Devastating. Inspector,
you're clearly a successful
and experienced policeman.

I'm sure your superior
officers like to hear only
the best reports about you.

Is that meant to be
some kind of a threat?

Simply an observation.

I can't imagine you've got this far

if defamation of character
and wild accusations
were your stock in trade.

I'm trying to put this down
to a temporary aberration.

If we say no more, then I won't
be making a formal complaint.

15,000 an operation.

You wouldn't have to do too many
of them in a week to pay for your

daughter's polo for a year.

Can I quote you on that?

I don't think
it'll be ME making a statement.

We'll see.

Well, that could have gone better.

I'm finding it hard to bite my

tongue these days. Yeah, I'd noticed.

What if Ahmed and Latif were
trying to blackmail the clinic?

You think they'd kill
a patient just to shut him up?

MOBLIE RINGS

It's Zavos. ..Dmitri!

I might have someone who can
provide what you're looking for.

Excellent!
When can I meet the supplier?

People in this kind of market
often prefer to remain anonymous.

I'm not stupid, Dmitri.
I need to see a sample

before I go ahead with the deal.

I should have a page
for you tonight.

'Shall I meet you at the shop?'

No, I have a lock-up.
A secure unit in Camden.

'24 Gritis Road, NW1.'
I'll be there.

Zavos swallowed it?
Hook, line and sinker.

He says he'll get a page for us
by tonight. Better get back
in touch with Blackwell.

Make sure
we're not being sold a fake.

Sir, all this Koran stuff,
as fascinating as it is,
could be a bit of a sideshow.

Maybe, but for the moment,
it's the only show in town.

Let's run through this
just one more time.

These girls were found dead
in a container.

We have audit trails linking
that consignment with you.

You've got nothing
and you're running out of time.

We've evidence of your involvement
in counterfeit passports, one of
which was found on a murder victim.

It won't take long for us
to paint the right picture.

You're painting pictures now?
Is that like a new hobby of yours?

If you co-operate with us,
it'll look better in court.

OK.

Let's say for a moment that I know
about this counterfeit document,

which I don't,

why would I smuggle girls from
Thailand when I could just bring

them in using moody passports?

Paint that picture for me.

I think we're done here, don't you?

You're early.

Hi, Christine. Oh, don't tell me
you're still working.

I'm afraid so. No rest for the
wicked, eh? So, you won't make
that nightcap then, will you?

Not this time. It'd be late.

Very late. I don't mind.

So long as you're sure.
Right, yeah, I'll be there.

I've gotta go. Bye.

Sorry, I don't quite understand.

Why do you need me at this meeting?

To authenticate anything we find.

Zavos knows I work at the British
Library. He could suspect a trap.

We've got Havers here for back-up.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Mr Zavos!

Mr Zavos!

Stay here.

Mr Zavos!

Mr Zavos!

LYNLEY!

HAVERS!

What is it? In there.

I'm sorry you had to
go through all this.

If you just wait here,
they're going to need some samples
to exclude us from the scene yeah?

Er, there were prints on it.

I bet they're Ahmeds.

How can you be sure?

I can't. But I saw the silhouette
and it was definitely his profile.

Same MO.

Ligature to neck.
Look at the bruising.

Oh, and there's this.

Both thumbs broken.

Torture?

It doesn't make sense.

Why would Ahmed want to trash
the place? He must've been looking
for something.

One thing's for sure.
Anyone capable of this, would be

capable of killing his brother.

Nothing is for sure, Havers.

Are you OK, sir?

I set up this meeting.
I precipitated this man's death.

You don't know that.
That's the point -
I'm stumbling around in the dark.

Why don't you take a break, sir?

I'll get a full description
of Ahmed circulated.

Better check up on Michael Sweet.
They could be connected.

Make sure Mr Blackwell gets home
all right. Yeah. Leave it to me.

I don't know how you cope
with all this. Who says we cope?

Hello?

Christine. Tommy.
I didn't think you'd make it.

Erm...

Is it...
is it too late for that nightcap?

No. Never too late.

Wait a moment. I'll buzz you in.

BUZZER

What's wrong?

Everything.

Sorry it's such a tip.

Oh, please,
it's better than my place.

Everything's so tidy there.

Empty.

Er, can I get you anything?

Nightcap.

Oh, I checked on Michael Sweet.

He was bailed this morning.

Here you are. Thank you.

I got a letter from Helen yesterday.

She's going on holiday and would
like to talk when she gets back.

I think she's going to
ask me for a divorce.

You don't know that.

I feel so powerless.

I was just over at
Christine's place just now.

She asked me over tonight.

I got as far as the doorbell
and I couldn't do it.

What's wrong with me?

How about you're still married?

I saw the way you looked at Narima
when you heard she was pregnant.

It must be almost a year now
since Helen lost the baby.

These things take
time to get over and...

..well,
I think you're still grieving.

Not just for the baby.

For my marriage.

For the life I had.
Then why don't you tell Helen that?

Go back and fight for her.

What for?

I don't even know
if I love her any more.

I don't know if I ever did love her.

I love the idea of her, I love
the idea of being married to her,

I love it that my mother was
delighted by her.

She's my best friend.

But did I love her

like Narima loved her husband?

I don't know what I feel.

Isn't that terrible?

No, it's human.

I can't go back to my house tonight.

You can stay here.

You can kip on the sofa.

I'm sure this'll look
better in the morning.

How do you do it? Living alone.

You get used to it.

I've never been married.

Um, I've never had anything that
you could call a relationship.

So you get to a point where you
have to accept what you are,
what you have.

And then you find something else,
and that gives you the reason
to get up in the morning.

And I have that, don't I?

We both do.

Goodnight.

Sir?

Havers. Er, sugar?

Yes, please.

You were right about
a good night's sleep.

I was thinking
about what you said last night.

It does all come down to passion
in the end, doesn't it?

Oh, you're talking
about your marriage? What?

No, no, no, about the murders.

We've been thinking
that it's a financial motive,

but what if the only thing that can
explain Ahmed's motives is passion.

Passion not for wealth but for
Narima! Or the golden Koran!

Yeah, we've been assuming
that Ahmed has the Koran

and has been trying to sell it.

What if he doesn't have it?
I bet that's what he was
looking for at the lock-up.

So our best chance of catching Ahmed
is to get to the Koran
before he does.

And if he doesn't already have it,
where the hell is it?!

What's happening?
There'd been another murder and we
think Ahmed is responsible.

Narima, you have to tell us
everything. What's going on between
you two? Nothing.

Does Ahmed want more from you
in some way? Is he in love with you?

I can't speak for Ahmed.

It's Brennan. We're supposed
to be handing her over today.

I'll stall him. What?!

Get her round the back,
and get in my car.

Where is Mrs Ansari?

Inside. I still need her.

You charged her with anything?

Then it's my turn to speak with her.

You've had you chance. I would like
to use her for a decoy operation.

Tough! You'll have to wait.

You tell me off for
breaking the rules!

What did you say? I needed her for

a decoy operation. You'll push him
too far. I was thinking on my feet.

It certainly wasn't with your head.

Latif may not have wanted to sell
the Koran, but he wouldn't want
to destroy it either.

I think he wanted
to keep it somewhere safe,
with someone he trusts. Narima!

Where would you hide something you
only wanted your wife to find?
Go back to the flat.

..They just need to see something
quickly, do you know what I mean?
If it's too long-winded, they...

Christine. Excuse me.
Um, I'll catch up with you.

I'm sorry about last night.

Yes. Well...

It was a work crisis. I'll explain.

Actually, I'm rather busy myself.

I know. This is a professional visit.
I need your advice. Talk to my clerk.

He'll make you an appointment.

You don't understand.
This is rather more urgent than that.

You remember the over-stayer
I talked to you about?

Narima Ansari, Christine Miller.

How do you do?

"Where East meets West."

Yes, Inspector Lynley.

Sir. I think I've found something.

Well, it's some kind of message.

What does it say?

Um, I don't know, it's in Arabic.

Call Blackwell.
I'll be over as soon as I can. OK.

This isn't really my field.
Well, I thought you spoke
five Arabic dialects.

Yeah, I do. But this is Persian.

My Persian's a bit rusty.

Has this got anything to
do with the missing Koran?

We think that Latif may have hidden
it from his brother but wanted
his wife to find it.

Well, this isn't going
to be much help I'm afraid.

It says, literally...

"On this side of life
there is you and I

"but behind the... On this side of
life there is you and I

"but behind the veil there is
no more you and I, only us."

I don't get it. It's the last two
lines of a love poem
by Omar Khayyam.

So it's just a tribute to his wife?

I suppose so, yeah.

Do you think there's any chance of
recovering the book. I don't know.

TAPS BUTTON

Looks like we're going to have
to take the stairs again.

..Ahmed!

You stay here.

Sir. Ahmed's here.

He's running down the stairs.

Right.

..Ahmed!

No!

We know you were at the lock up
when Zavos was murdered because we
found your prints all over the place.

And I saw you.

You might as well say something
in your defence. We can charge you
with murder.

Then why I speak?

To put your case.

To admit or you're your guilt.

Of course. I'm guilty.
Why did you kill your brother?

I no kill him.

Allah is almighty.
He take Latif back.

God has nothing to do with this.

Latif didn't die
because of kidney failure.

He was killed in just the way Zavos
was. He was strangled.

What was it?

Did you want Narima to yourself?

You no talking of Narima here, ha?

She had nothing to do with this.

That's why you killed your brother,
isn't it? To get his wife?

Your sister-in-law?

Or was it for the golden Koran?

Which one? Money or lust?

How you understand?
Then explain it to us.

Under Sharia law, it is my duty.

If my brother wife become widow,
then she become my wife.

And what about Zavos,
and selling pages of the Koran?

Is there anything in
Sharia law about that?

I buy book from trader in Baghdad.

I thinking it would old Koran.

I didn't know until
I am here how sacred it was.

Sacred? You were flogging pages
on the black market!

Only for paying my brother medicine.

And then something changed didn't it?

You argued with Latif
on the night he disappeared.

Why? Perhaps it was because you found
out how much the Koran was worth.

And then we find his dead...

He was angry.

He said
the word of God belongs to everyone.

He had the Koran
and had to go get pages back.

So that's what you
were doing with Zavos?

I give him one page of sample,
but when Latif disappeared,
I knew it was haram.

We were all being punished by God.

So you confess to the murder
of Dmitri Zavos. Of course.

I am guilty because I am Muslim.

Ahmed, don't hide
behind your religion.

God punished that man. I did not.

He was dead when I get there.

What about your brother?

Narima think I kill him?
I expect so.

Unless you can offer
a better explanation.

I take one page
to show the Greek man.

Latif have the other one.

When he find out what it was,
he wanted to return
the Koran to mosque.

Give God's word back to the people.

What was Latif doing that night? We
found the other page on his body.
He go to service station

to tell the other man
he was not selling. What other man?

Was it this man?

Michael Sweet, the man who
sold you the passports. No.

Well, then who was it?

How I trust you, huh?
You all working together.

What other man?

I see him with you
when the Greek man died.

And with you at the flat.

That is why I run away.

Blackwell? He is the one who
knew how sacred the Koran was.

So he's after the rest of the Koran.

Zavos is dead, Ahmed in custody.

Where does he go next? Narima?

Where is she?
I told her to go home.

What? Well, with Ahmed in custody.

Blackwell knows where she lives!

Hello, Narima.

I don't want to hurt you.

I don't really want to hurt anyone.

What do you want?

Narima, your husband
loved you, you know.

Your name was
the last word on his lips.

Narima.

You killed him!

You killed Latif?!

He refused to tell me
where the book was.

What do you mean?

Why did you kill him?

Come on, Narima. You know.

He showed me one of the pages...
like that one.

Where's the rest of it?

I don't know. HELP! Oh, "HELP!"

They don't care.
They can't hear you!

You were the only one they could

trust. What was all this,
"No more you and I"?

This is just a poem.
No, it was a message.

Latif was trying to tell you where
the book was hidden. WHERE IS IT?!

Where is it?! Tell me!
Don't hurt me.

Tell me where it is. Please!

Please! I don't know!

You know where it is. I don't
know where it is? You're lying.

I'm not. Tell me where it is.

Blackwell! Tell me where it is!

Blackwell!

Where's the book?! Blackwell!

Move back. I'll throw her
over. You don't mean that. I do.

She's got nothing to do with this!
She knows where the book's hidden.

You don't need any more
innocent blood on your hands.

For Gods sake man, she's pregnant!

I don't care. Humans breed
all the time. They're like vermin.

But don't you see,
all life is worthless for
one page from that book. It bides.

It shines. D'you mean this?

You kill for this?! No.

No!

Sir! Life is worthless is it?
Is your life worthless now?!

Sir! How did you do it?
Kill for a piece of paper?

It's easy, you'll see. Sir!

Go on do it, I dare you to. Sir!
Push me.

Sir!

I need Mrs Ansari handed
over for deportation.

For what? She's an over-stayer.

Travelling under false papers.

Then you'd better talk to her lawyer,
Christine Miller.

She's got
a good defence under Article
31 of the UN refugee convention.

Asylum seekers shouldn't be removed
during an outstanding legal action.

Mrs Ansari is a principal
witness in a murder case.

She's got a good brief.

No big deal.

Plenty more where she came from.

I've been talking to people about
you. You've come off the rails.

You're heading for a crash.

This could be a monumental
waste of time, Havers.

Latif wouldn't have hidden the Koran
without leaving a clue.

I think it's just a love
poem to his wife.

Well, Narima said he recited that
verse under that tree the day
he proposed to her.

He said, "There's no more you and I,
only us."

Inspector! We've found something.

Havers, you were right.

You're a genius.

It's beautiful.

The golden Koran.
So much pain, suffering.

For this?

What will you do with it?

It should be given to a mosque.
That's what Latif would've wanted.

I'll try my best.

We can't give it
to a mosque, can we?

No.

No. No, it'll probably
end up in a vault with various
governments arguing over who owns it.

What's this?

Who are they?

Inspector Lynley?

Detective Chief Inspector Harris.
CIB. We need to speak to you.

About what?

There have been official complaints
and an allegation of assault.

Thomas Lynley you are under arrest.

You do not have to say anything but
it may harm you defence if you do not

mention when questioned, something
you may later rely on in court.
Hold on.

I'm sorry, Barbara.

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