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Yeah!

I said cash.

How about cock?

I don't take tiny instalments.

How's your brother? You told him we're getting married yet?

You leave my brother alone.

You tell him if he keeps spending so much time hanging around my bitches...

he's gonna have to start paying.

Get you, Tupac. This is south Kent, my darling, not south LA.

If anybody else spoke to me like that... I'd smash 'em up.

Oh, you'd smash 'em up.

Yeah. Yeah, I would.

Love you long time.

Right.

Sorry to keeping you waiting, Danny. Something really important came up.

What, more important than a bomb in a car?

There was no bomb.

What's this? We got a federal police force now, have we?

Elise Wassermann, French Police.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I know who you are.

So tell us about the telephone call.

He said he left two bodies in the tunnel.

Yeah. An MP and a whore.

Your car was seen picking up that whore.

- What? When? - July last year.

July last year I was in Prague.

Besides, if I did pay for gash - which I don't have to -

I think I'd aim a little bit higher than some crack-addled tart

off the streets of an English seaport.

How would anyone have access to your car? Twice?

Well, I haven't got a Scooby, love.

Can we have a word outside?

You must be pleased to have the French on board.

She's about as useful as the Maginot Line, that one.

L hope the trousers fit all right, Danny. The only clean ones we could find.

I'm going back to France.

Maybe he will calm down and stop showing off if I am not there.

All right.

We'll tap his phone and put a remote hack on his computer.

Where's the DCI? The killer's put a video up!

I brought them together to show a simple truth -

there is no equality before the law.

That is my first truth.

There are four still to come.

- There's no CCTV there. - He must have hidden cameras.

- Boss! - What?

- It's here. - What do you mean, it's here?

Shut it down! Now!

Find out how he's doing it. Christ!

One last image for you...

Look, she comes apart like the Eurozone.

You notice what he said. "I left." "My first truth."

Biblical.

Like some... Old Testament God...

with four more truths to come.

He wants to punish us.

♪ Venez dans mes bras

♪ Closer to me, dear

♪ Donnez-vous é moi

♪ Set aside all fear

♪ Restons enlacés

♪ Pour I'éternité

♪ Yes, you shall be mine

♪ Till the end of time

"Assuredly it was one of Constance's bad days,

one of those days on which she felt that the tide of life had left her stranded in utter neglect.

The sound of the Bursley Town Silver Prize Band aroused her from her suffering..."

I need my medicine now.

Well, it's not really time.

So much pain.

Oh.

Thank you.

Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou amongst women.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hey, Suze.

Where's Laura?

Don't know. With a client?

- Saw you on the web, Dad. - Oh?

It's pretty awesome when the bodies just come apart.

Yeah. They say the internet desensitises people.

So who's the babe you were chatting with?

Chuks.

- Remember he came to the New Year's Party? - Oh, ha-ha.

A French colleague.

- What's her name? - Fifi Croissant.

Yeah? Well, I would.

There's a fairly large assumption behind that statement.

- When would you like turndown this evening? - What?

What sort of chocolate would you like on your pillow?

Oh, yeah. Funny.

You sleep very deeply.

What are you doing here?

Working.

You can't just... walk in here.

I got you this flat, remember?

Yeah, by blackmailing the lettings officer.

He shouldn't trade council flats for sex.

What do you want?

To make sure you're OK.

- Do you have money? - Mm-hm.

I've even got a part-time job.

- For that man? - Oh, please.

Do you remember those holidays on Tresco?

He took me spinning for mackerel.

The colour of them in the air... green, silver... the sea flying off them.

The thrashing around...

their heads smacking against the bottom of the boat.

Their bloody eyes.

I was sick over the side of the boat.

He laughed.

Tell me.

I've already told you.

Tell me about the expression in his eyes.

I have to go.

Phone tomorrow. I'll find a job for you.

What are you doing here?

Stay away from my hostel... and stay away from my sister.

Oh, your hostel. Your sister.

Check out Mr Charity.

Why don't you fuck off to Africa and teach HIV awareness to the lions?

Do you think you frighten me?

Do you think I'm one of the girls you can just slap about?

Yeah.

That was a mistake.

You know, I like your sister.

She's original.

She's got spirit...

and she wriggles in bed.

It's only cos of her you're not face-down in the harbour.

So why all the hostility?

Is it cos you can't have her?

That seat's taken.

Very observant.

- One of yours? - One of my what?

I'm guessing it's easier to get a gram of stepped-on cocaine here than a sandwich,

but it's nearly lunchtime, I'm very hungry and my balls are aching. Try again.

- Gemma. - Good.

Gemma Kirwan.

- Good. And? - And what?

And she's dead. So what else can you tell me?

Talk to Tania.

You'll usually find her up on the Dover Road.

- All right. - They were spars.

That really is all I can tell you.

I'm looking for Tania.

Tania?

Well, well. I haven't had a close encounter

with the passenger seat of your Mondeo yet, officer.

I'm a cut about the rest, Tania.

Can we have a chat?

About Gemma.

Can we go to my place?

Who's this?

It's my son... Mauricio.

You didn't mention him.

Does it make a difference?

The man you were with outside, you must not talk to him.

He said he would help me find a job.

He's a violent pimp.

He might hurt your son as well.

Pack your things.

- Are you throwing us out? - Pack your things.

ls that your boyfriend?

Stephen? I don't think he's even kissed a girl.

He's posh, talks nice, just like you.

I'm not posh, I'm educated - big difference.

It's the mum I feel sorry for.

She kept going to the Old Bill and saying how her daughter must be in danger.

You did nothing.

Every Sunday, Gem would call her mum, the same time.

You could have checked the phone records, seen something was wrong.

What was her mood like before she disappeared?

Yeah, good. She was up.

She said she'd fallen in love.

- Who with? - Wouldn't say.

Only that he had a brain-shaped head and they'd talk about stuff.

What sort of stuff?

You know, injustice and that.

Political shit.

We took the piss a bit.

We said he didn't really exist,

but she just got all serious and said she couldn't tell us.

Then one day she was just gone.

Did you tell the police?

It was in her room.

We checked to see if there was any clues about where she'd gone.

Does it mention...?

It stops at exactly that point.

Is it true he's put a video up and it shows the body?

Yeah.

And he says this is all to show how nobody values the life of a prostitute?

Yep.

We really can't win, can we?

You're really kind.

Do you want some music on? The radio?

I could read to you again?

Put a CD on.

♪ In Moore Street, where I did dwell...

My Arthur used to sing this - lovely deep voice he had.

♪ He courted me

♪ My life away

♪ But now with me

- Such foolish girls, eh, Suze? ♪ He will not stay...

World's full of them.

Why don't your children come and visit you more?

Oh, they have their own lives... their children.

Colin lives in Sydney, of course, so I can hardly blame him.

It's not fair.

Well, I'm glad I have you.

♪ On an ivy tree...

I'll bring you food tomorrow.

I don't like it here.

You don't have an alternative.

You're in danger from that man.

There's a horse in the field around the house.

Do you like horses?

No-one can know you're here.

The boy is all right in the garden, otherwise don't leave the house.

The local farmers are not exactly sympathetic to failed asylum seekers.

I met Danny Hillier yesterday.

- Who's Danny Hillier? - A tabloid journalist.

He writes about "ordinary folk", sort of his catchphrase.

"Ordinary" for him means hating immigrants,

talking in rhyming slang and not reading books.

- Sounds like a tool of the highest order. - Yes, he is.

- He should meet Granddad. - Yes.

Nothing ordinary about that old bastard, eh?

ldunno.

What don't you know?

Well, he didn't just leave Grandma on her own to bring up the kids,

so there was something ordinary about him at least.

He had a bit of a temper on him, though.

Gave me a couple of backhanders when I got too mouthy.

- Yeah? - Yeah. It's gone out of fashion now.

Karl.

Where are you going?

You're washing up.

All right. No need for police brutality.

- It was delicious pasta, Laura, thanks. - I'm glad you liked it.

You are gonna have to talk to him properly.

Nothing will be solved by making him wash up more.

- What is it? - Hm.

Hm-mm?

Bloody hell.

Karl, tell Obelix that I'll bloody kill her.

Hi, Elise.

What would you expect to find on a self-sufficient organic farm?

What?

Birkenstocks. What time is it?

Somebody who produces and butchers their own meat

because they hate the Zionist Occupied Government of France.

- Just tell me. - I think I've found a slaughterhouse.

I'm going to check it out. It might be on the farm

of a man who threatened Marie Villeneuve - Joel Mougin.

Wait... Look... Just...

I'll be fine. I just need to see if it has one.

I am not laughing.

What is your view of inequality before the law?

Yeah.

Hello, Danny.

I know who this is.

The man the police are holding is only guilty of being a cretinous Nazi.

I'm sure he doesn't even know Marie Villeneuve had a little scar under her left breast,

or that Gemma Kirwan loved her mother.

You're a sick fuck, you know that? That stunt with the car...

I have chosen you.

I want people to know why I'm doing this.

I have chosen you.

I want people to know why I'm doing this.

He's trying to teach us.

He wants to demonstrate his... superiority by exposing our moral weakness.

My son's a bit like that. He just decided to become a vegetarian.

My sister, too.

You were right about the photograph.

Manon was my twin.

She drowned.

You would have liked her - she was funny.

The killer said specifically that he has chosen you.

- Why would he do that? - Maybe he's a fan of my work.

Round up the mindless bigots, then, eh?

Ah, it's nice to see that you hold the ordinary working class folk with such contempt.

Can you answer my question?

What's the point? You've already got the tapes, obviously.

Why did he choose you?

Je ne sais fucking pas. Honestly.

Keep him talking next time. Ask him questions.

What is this, the Third Reich? I'm a journalist, I don't take orders from...

We found two grams of cocaine in your car.

What sort of questions?

Ask him what he wants. What he hopes to gain by this.

Keep it vague. Keep him talking. Hello.

Yeah, with him now.

When?

OK.

Would you mind checking your inbox?

What good are old people? They do not produce.

They consume nothing except our taxes...

so we leave them to die alone.

♪ I loved right well

♪ He courted me

♪ My life away

♪ But now with me

♪ He will not stay

♪ I wish, I wish

♪ I wish in vain

♪ I wish I was

♪ A maid again

♪ But a maid again

♪ I'll never be - Ambulance, please. Malmead House.

♪ Till cherries grow - People are dying. Hurry.

♪ On an ivy tree

Yeah?

It's him. He's started.

♪ He went upstairs

♪ And the door he broke

♪ He found her hanging

♪ By a FOP'?

♪ He took his knife

♪ And he cut her down

♪ And in her pocket

♪ These words he found

♪ "Oh, make my grave

♪ Large, wide and deep - Suze.

Can you hear me? Suze, what have you taken?

Stephen.

No, it's Anthony, babe. You called me. What have you taken?

♪ A turtle dove

♪ That the world may know

♪ I died for love"