All language subtitles for Above Suspicion 2009 S03E01 Deadly Intent (Part 1) 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

(BELL CHIMING)

(CAR HORN)

(WHISTLE)

The facial surgery alone will take
me six hours.

I want you to use this.

Fentanyl? Do you know how dangerous
this is?

It's what I want.

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

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

I make the decisions.

(GROANS)

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

(TALKING AND LAUGHTER IN BACKGROUND)

(BELL CHIMING)

(SIREN)

Good. Really, really good.

I'm really pleased with the work.

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(SIRENS)

Bloody Crimestoppers Awards
breakfast. Bollocks! Welcome to the
world of a Chief Super.

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

You got her in? I needed a DI, and
they sent her. Is that OK?

Why wouldn't it be?

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

Yeah...I suppose it does.

Shall we?

Take this to the lab and get
Ballistics on it.

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

Pete Jenkins. DCS James Langton.
DI Travis.

Pleasure.
Classic dealer setup gone wrong.

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

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

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

I know who he is.
Who?

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

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

Right. Well, get on with it, then.

Frank Brandon.
How did he end up here?

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

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

Bit dodgy, was he?

So, what do you think happened?

He was shot.

All right. I was only asking.

(DOOR BELL)

Mrs Webster?

I was in bed.
Were you asleep?

Asleep? With that music?

If you can call it music.

Shouting, booming, banging.

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

You said in your 999 call that you
heard gunshots.

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

But I do know that they were very
loud.

Just like fireworks night.
Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots? Are you sure?

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

Who's Jeremy?
My son.

Can we see him?

No.
He may have heard or seen something.

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

No. He's sleeping.

He needs his rest. He gets very
tired.

OK. Thank you for your time, Mrs
Webster.

Is that the wife and kid?

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

He was engaged to a girl called
Connie.

The girl in the photo?
She looked quite posh.

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

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

Not posh?
No.

I hate doing these.

WOMAN: I knew this was coming.

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

So, these are Frank's papers?

His files and stuff, I guess. Yeah.

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

We were supposed to be getting
married.

But I'd not heard from him for
weeks.

He was off doing long hours.

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

Did he say what the job was?
No.

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

I mean, I didn't like it,

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

I can't believe this.

Connie, do you know who he was
working for?

Danny, his name was.

(POUNDING MUSIC)
'Italian.

But he didn't sound Italian.
Petrozzo.

Danny Petrozzo.'

Frank reckoned he was gonna be
coining it in.

Was Frank living here with you?

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

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

You mean he could be alive?

No, sweetheart. Frank's dead.

More presents for you, Joan.
From Frank Brandon.

You shouldn't have.

(BOTH TOGETHER) Right...

Gather round.

Hurry up!

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

DCI Lewis will be heading up this
investigation.

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

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

because the victim is one of us.

Former Detective Inspector Frank
Brandon.

Now, we worked a couple of cases
together.

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

(PHONE BUZZING)
..with over 25 years' experience.

I have to take this.

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

but we have, I believe, two shots.

One to the face and one to the chest.

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

what led this extremely experienced
officer

to die in a drug squat?

Find out who he was, what he was
doing,

who his friends were, his enemies.

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

OK. So, we know that he worked as a
driver for a guy called Danny
Petrozzo.

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

Sorry, sir...
Travis?

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

Well, how reliable is she?
Maybe she misheard.

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

Right.

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

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

Go back and speak with him, Travis.

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

Well, this might be something.

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

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

Today, please, Joan.

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

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

And the name - Julia Larson.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Yes?

Julia Larson?
Yes.

I'm DCI Lewis. This is my colleague,
DS Barolli.

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

His name's Frank Brandon.

Do you remember him?

He's my husband.

(POUNDING MUSIC)

Danny, it's me - Frank.

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

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

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

I know this is difficult,

but erm...was your husband involved
in drugs at all?

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

(POUNDING MUSIC)

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

You met when he became your driver.
Yes.

And that was this April - correct?
Yes.

And you married when?

In May.

Were you aware that he was already
engaged to a Ms Connie Short?

No.

No, I wasn't.

I was hoping to speak to your son.

Jeremy, is it?

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

I'm sorry. Is he ill?

No, he's not ill.

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

He gets...upset.

It used to be good here.

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

It's like living in a nightmare.

Of course, the council talk about
rehousing,

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

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

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

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

OK.

Hello.

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

Shut the door.

Did you hear the gunshots last
night, Jeremy?

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

Did you hear them?

Do you like to write, Jeremy?

What do you write about?

Visitors.
Visitors?

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

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

Those who park here without a permit
do so illegally,

but I watch them and I write them
down.

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

Don't touch the notebook!

Parking here is for residents only.

They have to show the correct permit
in the windscreen.

Right. I understand.

Do you have a list of cars for last
night?

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

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

See, you could help me...

and I could help you.

NM07 PML. Ford Focus. Red.

LR57 UYA. Nissan Navara. Black.

'F264 NGM. Leyland Maestro. White.

X654 LXO. Vauxhall Cavalier. Grey.

BN04 RXZ. Toyota Corolla. Silver.'

Y605 EHH. Peugeot 306. Green.

YX52 FYO. Mazda...

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

But I copied down what I could.

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

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

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

Oh, terrific(!)

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

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

Asked for you specifically.

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

It's like Exchange And bloody Mart
in here.

Rifling on the bullet suggests a .38
revolver.

Now, such a powerful weapon at such
close range -

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

But something caused a void on the
wall.

What, like someone standing behind
him?

So the blood distribution indicates.

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

But you only found two bullets?
Mmm.

We're still running the prints from
the flat.

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

Are you free tonight?

I can't tonight.

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

Maybe another time.

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

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

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

And you are?

David Rushton, of Rushton and
Coleridge.

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

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

This is cruel and unnecessary.
Surely...

David...David, it's OK.

I have to know it's Frank.

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

Oi! Travis!

Good breakfast here, Travis.

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

What did Forensics have?
Unusual blood spatter.

Apparently, there was a second
person standing behind Frank.

Might just be another junkie.

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

Either way, we've got a witness.

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

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

How much?
Half a million. (WHISTLES)

And what do we make of Julia?

Swedish?
She's Danish.

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

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

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

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

She's obviously worth a bob or two.

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

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

I want you to speak to Julia

and stop pissing about with lists of
cars.

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

Registered in Brandon's name.

Good. Let's go.

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

(DOORS CLANKING)

(GASPING)

(GROANS) Oh, it stinks.

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

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

That hardly looks like the marital
bed, does it?

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

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

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

When was the last time you saw your
husband?

I last saw him in the morning.

On the day you said he died.

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

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

No. He was often out late.

Working.

Being made to wait by a client.

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

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

Danny Petrozzo?

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

Yes.

Yes, it was.

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

I have a funeral to arrange...

if you ever release the body.

I understand, but we have a murder
to investigate.

Your husband's.

I'll have it somewhere.

What are you doing?

Who's this?

This is your son William.
Is that his father?

That's absolutely none of your
business.

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

Yes.

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

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

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

that my husband has just been killed?

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

Of course. I'm so sorry.

Is that Mr Petrozzo's card?

One thing: the surname of your
ex-husband?

Collingwood.

Thank you.

(WHIRRING)

Yeah, we have a few leads coming in.

No, I...

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

Like I said, I'm across it.

Yes, ma'am.

Knock-knock.

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

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

Everyone deals with grief
differently, Travis.

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

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

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

It's a possibility.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not against him.

Have I done something to offend you?

What?

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

I mean, what's this really about?

I'll tell you what this is about.

A former colleague gets shot in a
shitty drug den.

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

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

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

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

So, yes...

You could say I'm a bit tetchy.

Right. Thank you, sir.

(DOOR CLOSES)

No need to thank me.

No, there isn't, is there?

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

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

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

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

Eddie Court. Burglar, shoplifter,
drug user.

A Leyland Maestro registered in his
name

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

Excellent. Sir...
And Danny Petrozzo, Frank's boss,

has a record going back 20 years.

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

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

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

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

Her ex-husband might be of some
interest.

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

but get the details of this Petrozzo
character from Joan.

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

Yeah, OK.

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

What do you want - a round of
applause?

That's the van.
Leyland Maestro.

(DOOR BELL)

Eddie Court?

Eddie!

I'll just go and get him.

All right, Eddie! Enough. Enough.

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

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

Night before last.
No, man.

Why were you there?
I wasn't.

We've got a witness who says
otherwise.

Well, someone must have used my van.

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

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

We want to know who you saw there.

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

Hey, Anna.
Hi.

Hi. Erm...two things.

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

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

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

for pain management - late-stage
cancer patients.

That sort of thing. In patch form,
usually.

But this...

This is produced from pure powder,

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

Blimey. A hundred milligrams would
kill you instantly.

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

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

My God! You think they were dealing
this?

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

We've got a print match and a name.

Silas Roach.

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

(POUNDING MUSIC)

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

Looks like you got lucky there,
Silas.

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

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

(TYRES SQUEALING)

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

What's going on?
He pushed past me.

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

Hey! Hey! Stay where you are.

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

Leave your hands where I can see
them.

I was going for my ID, you prick.

DCI Sam Power. Drug squad.

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

Why didn't you check him out, Joan?

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

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

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

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

So, where were these crack
surveillance officers

when Roach was pumping bullets into
Frank Brandon?

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

Intelligence? That's funny.

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

You found your man dead in that
place.

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

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

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

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

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Yes.

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

Sam Power. Drug squad.

DI Anna Travis.

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

what was he doing there?

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

Can I suggest, DCI Power,

that we have a full exchange of
information?

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

Or are you just here to piss me off?

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

I'm doing you a big favour.

Now, we snatched Silas Roach an hour
ago.

He was carrying this baby.

I came here to suggest you come and
question him.

Whenever you're ready.

Get this to Ballistics.
Sir...

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

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

Silas Roach.

Oh, no, man.

I am dead.

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

Yeah, that's funny(!)

But you haven't grassed up anyone.

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

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

I knew Danny. He's all right.

Danny who? Petrozzo?

Yeah.

Eddie.
All right, mate?

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

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

Silas was there?

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

What the fuck are you lookin' at?

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

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

See you next time, son.

That's when I passed this geezer.

Frank Brandon?

Just him? Or was he with someone?

'Yeah, there was someone. A blond
fella.

Proper Lurch. Tall. Scraping the
ceiling.'

And?

(GUNSHOTS)

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

I just wanted out.'

(ENGINE SPLUTTERING)

(GROANS)

Please! Come on.

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

(MUSIC POUNDING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Thanks, Eddie.

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

You'll survive, Eddie.

Mr Roach, we have an eyewitness

who places you inside number 19,
Warren estate,

on the night of the murder.

Ya liad, man. Half eedyat beast.

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

(HAWKS)

(SPITS)

You just upset me now, you know.

You take a look at that.

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

Your life won't be worth living.

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

Hey, mamma man. Why so quiet?

This is out of order.

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

until I have complete disclosure.

You understand?

Evening, ma'am.

Bang!
Three shots? Are you sure?

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

TRAVIS: 'Like someone standing
behind him?'

Gotcha.

Oops.

Someone is gonna have their knuckles
rapped over this.

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

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

So, is there any blood on it?

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

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

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

Right. Good news?
Yeah.

It's a PCR approach,

which involves linear amplification
of the target

using a tagged, strand-specific
primer.

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

(PHONE RINGING)
Hang on. Sorry.

Hi.

Hi, Sam.

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

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

Sorry, Pete. What were you saying?

Oh, nothing.

Listen. I'll rush this through for
you.

I'll get the results back quickly.

Thank you. You're a star.

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

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

I told you to reverse everything.

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

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

Well, it's very complicated.

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

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

Just get the money back to him!

Is he in the country?

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

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

I'm being followed. I know it.

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

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

I just want this to end.
Shhh, shhh.

If you care about your life, David,

get the money transferred.

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

So, how did it go with Roach?

Nice guy(!)

I just hope we haven't jumped the
gun.

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

Fentanyl.

Right. What about it?

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

Yeah. There's not much of it about.

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

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

but it scares the hell out of me.

Why? It flooded Chicago a couple of
years ago.

The users didn't know how strong it
was.

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

A heroin OD relaxes its victim to
death - right?

With Fentanyl, you're awake.

You're aware. Suffocating.

Then why do people use it?

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

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

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

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

Blimey.

Why do you want to know all this?

It's what we found at the flat.

What do you mean?

Well, we think that maybe Silas is
dealing it.

Sorry. I thought you knew.

Fucking Langton.

What is it with you?

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

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

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

The Fentanyl you found!

The reason Frank Brandon obviously
had his face shot off.

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

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

Well, maybe that's no bad thing.

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

Look at that.

18.

16. 14 years old.

What are they doing?
Praying?

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

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

There's even a street name for it -
Drop Dead.

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

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

..God help us.

(ALARM BLARING)

OK, listen up. We have got a match
on Silas Roach's prints

and the gun that DCI Powell brought
in.

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

So, we can charge him.

What about the third bullet,
that I found?

Pete's checking the DNA on it now,

but there was only two gunshot
wounds in Frank.

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

OK, Joan. Check the hospitals.

See if A&E have had fire-arms victims
since the shooting.

What about Danny Petrozzo? He knew
Frank.

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

Well, maybe they're in it together.
I was speaking to DCI Power...

(ANGRILY) OK, Nancy Drew! Do you
wanna do this?

Do you wanna stand up here and run
this?

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

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

without even bothering to consult me?

Mike...

Travis, my office.

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

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

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

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

Don't start with a 'but'.

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

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

And did you give DCI Power
information about a drug called
Fentanyl?

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

This is a team.

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

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Yes.

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

reported abandoned in Hackney.

Right. Get on it, Travis.

Are you OK, Mike?

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

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

Don't be afraid to ask for help.

There's no shame in it.

Right. Go with Travis and check out
this car.

Hey, and...play nice.

(PHONE RINGING)

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

(SMOKE ALARM BLARING)

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

It's caked in mud.

Can you smell that?

Uh-huh.

Who is that?

That's Danny Petrozzo.

It's Frank's boss.

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

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

or the consequences will be deadly.

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

You shot him in the face! Look at
him!

Squeak, squeak, little piggy.

People rarely say what they truly
think or feel.

I won't tell, Detective.

Disagreement? You've been assaulted.

You are involved here. That much is
clear.

David Rushton couldn't protect you.

You could be next.

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