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I have a client.

I want you to find
someone for him.

How much do
you know about Gina?

A lot less than I'd like to.

She's my daughter.

Someone
tried to kill me, Gina,

the day after you
walk into my life.

This woman's got a file on me.

- There's an email,
Blackberry I swiped

at the doctor's surgery.

- We'll raise
a glass of Cockburn's

on the 10th of July.

- Did I tell you about
the people who chased us?

Special forces types.

- I retire in a couple of years.

Before I pack it in,
I'm going to clear up

the Braddick case.

- Michael's been arrested.

He was caught with drugs.

- What do we want to achieve?

- The end of Brian Worsley.

- Right, there's a bloke
called Dean Stubbs.

I want you to follow
him wherever he goes.

- Don't come to Paris, Mr. Venn.

- My train gets in at
8:05 at the Gare du Nord.

You be there to meet me.

- Hello?

- Hello, Harry.
- Hillman.

- Did you kill Stevie?

- It was a help desk job.

- That virus
has been successfully cleansed.

- Thank you.

- You let the girl go.

- She's the one they want dead.

- Shit.

- Why didn't he kill us?

- Tell me this, Gina,

have you any idea who
wants to kill you so badly?

- I don't know.

- What do you mean,
you don't know?

Whoever it is, you must have
pissed them off real bad.

- I said I don't know!

- What about the help desk?

- I don't know.

- Why don't you try telling
me something you do know?

- I'm sorry.

- Jesus.

Jesus.

- This is the man who
murdered my mother.

Mezwar Tanzir.

- Steels.

- Hang on, what's he saying?

- Steels.

- Styles, not Steels, Styles.

- Jason Steels.

- How does he know
about Jason Styles?

Oi, how do you
know Jason Styles?

Hey, how do you know
about Jason Styles?

How do you know?

Translate, ask him Gina!

- Comment connaissez-vous
Jason Styles?

Vous m'entendez?

Savez-vous?

- Here, we mean this man.

Yeah, you recognize him.

Gina, translate.

Him, hey, hey.

Hey.

That's great, he's dead.

Why would the man who
killed your mother

know about Jason Styles?

Talk to me, Gina.

- Where did you get
that photograph?

- Your hotel room.

You tell me what's going on.

Gina!

Jason Styles set my brother up.

I've been looking
for him for 20 years!

20 years, Gina!

Now what do you
know about Styles?

What do you know about Hillman?

Did you know he was still alive?

- No.

Before I met Stevie Quirke I
never heard of Paul Hillman.

I never heard of Braddick.

I never heard of
your brother or you.

This is the help desk,

may I have your client ID?

Whisky bravo 082019.

One moment, please.

- You've got a file
on the Braddick case.

I've seen it.

- Yeah, I put it together after
Quirke asked me to find you.

- Why, why would you
go to all that trouble?

- I wanted to know
who I was talking to.

- This is bullshit.

When are you going to be
straight with me, Gina?

What are you doing in my life?

- My parents were
murdered 20 years ago

and I want to know why.

- Your parents?
- Yes.

- Your mother and your father?
- Yes.

- Well, that's funny because
I had lunch with your father

this afternoon
and for a dead man

he looked very
bloody well to me.

- Nigel.

- Yes, Nigel, Nigel Fountain.

- He's not my father.

He became my guardian
after they were killed.

- You still haven't
answered my question.

What are you doing in my life?

20 years ago, Styles ordered
the execution of my parents.

A week ago, he hired
Quirke to kill me.

I've been looking for
Styles all my adult life.

We're looking for
the same man, Harry.

We need to get out of here.

Thank you for waiting.

You are secure.

How can we help?

- Status report.

- The program
encountered a fatal error.

We're now sending out more
engineers to resolve the issue.

- Quirke told me that you
could find Joe Collins.

Joe Collins has something
belonging to Styles.

- It's a laptop.

- Styles wants it back.

If we can get it before
he does, we get Styles.

Rue du Grand Prieure.

- So where are we going?

- A friend's.

- Hello?

- This is Gina.

This is my friend, Nadine.

This is Harry.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour, hello.

- Nadine is an artist.

- Really?

Sorry, I don't mean to be rude,

but do you think could I
get a drink, a large one?

- Est-ce que tu as
quelque chose de fort?

- Du vin, ca ira?
- Wine?

- Wine's great, thank you.

- Nigel.

- Gina, thank God.

I've been so worried.

Didn't you get my calls?

- Yeah, I'm so sorry,
I've been busy.

- Well, where are you?

Are you all right?

- Yes, I'm fine.

I'm in Paris.

- Do you know this Harry Venn?

- Yes.

- He's been trying
to get in touch with you.

- I know.

I've spoken to him.

- Did he tell you
Quirke was murdered?

- Yeah.

Nigel, please don't
worry, I'm fine, really.

I'm coming back to
London tomorrow and

and I'll call you then.

- And you're sure
you're all right?

- Yes, really.

- Please be careful.

- I will be.

Don't worry.

- Bye.

- Bye-bye.

Bye.

- Merci.

No, thanks.

- What happened to
your real father, Gina?

- My father's name
was Jeremy Hawkes.

My mother was Jennifer Moscati.

They were corporate lawyers.

My mother was visiting
a client here in Paris.

She was killed in the
street, by Mezwar Tanzir.

A random murder by a petty
criminal and drug user,

according to the police.

My father was on
business in Brussels

when he got the phone
call from the police.

He set off to Paris at once,

but his car came off
the road near Lille.

An accident.

- And you don't believe
it was an accident?

- No, I do not.

Styles ordered it.

Harry, we are so close
to getting Styles.

What's wrong?

- Over 20 years, when
I wake up every morning

and I say to myself,
today's the day

I'm gonna get Jason Styles.

- And what stops you?

- Fear.

I'm afraid.

- I don't think you are
afraid of anything, Harry.

Don't you want to know the truth

about what happened
to your brother?

- Well, they say the
truth sets you free,

or in my case, the truth is
going to send me to prison.

- What was Mark like?

- Mark was a bad boy.

He was unpredictable,
he was a thief.

Couldn't believe a word
he said to anybody.

There was something about him,
I wanted him to respect me

the same way I respected him.

But I never got the chance.

- Is the room okay?

- Yeah, it's fine.

Perfect, thank you.

- Good night.

- Gina.

- Yeah?

- How about if you
stayed here with me?

- No, Harry.

Goodnight.

- Kev?

Kev?

Kevin?

Jesus Christ.

- Morning.

- Bonjour.

Tu veux un cafe?

- Yeah, coffee would be great.

Thank you, merci.

Is Gina up?

Gina up yet?

- Elle est partie deja.

- A Londres.

- London?

What she's gone to London?

- Oui.

- What, did she leave a note?

Did she say anything?

- Non.

- Thanks for the wake-up call.

- Cometh the
hour, cometh the man.

- Hello, Damien.

- Alex.

How are the numbers shaping up?

- 153 confirmed and rising.

- There'll be even more
after the press conference.

Double that, at least.

I think you'll
like the coverage.

- I have no doubt.

- These are Lee and Jeremy.

My, my guardian angels.

- So have there been threats?

- Several, apparently.

- That speaks well of you.

- Thank you.

Lunch is going to be
served in a minute.

It's all very informal.

There's no standing on ceremony.

You are here to meet Alex.

Alexander Wentworth does
not need an introduction

but I'm going to
give him one anyway.

He was elected to
parliament at the age of 24

and since then his rise has
been nothing less than meteoric.

He's earned the reputation
as one of the finest debaters

in the House and has
already twice been named

Parliamentarian of the Year.

He's here to talk to
us about the crisis.

Alexander Wentworth.

- Thank you.

Our country is, I'm sure
you'll be pleased to hear,

currently mounting a
very serious challenge

to the world title record
currently shared by Belgium

and Iraq for not actually
having a government.

Belgium and Iraq.

Exalted company indeed.

I've got some news
for Brian Worsley.

Just because you
occupy Number 10

doesn't make you prime minister.

To be prime minister, I'm
sure most of us would agree,

you should at the very least
have a government to run,

even if it's a bad one.

So from now on, I think we
should dispense with the fiction

that Brian Worsley is any
kind of prime minister,

except in the
warped imagination.

No Brian Worsley is
a non-prime minister.

- She got away.

- I have the entire help
desk focused on finding her.

- She's proving very elusive.

- The engineers weren't
expecting Venn in Paris.

He must have been armed.

- You've been running
the help desk for what,

22 years now?

- 23, ever since
Teddy set it up.

- It's difficult work, I know.

It's messy but, Jason,
this is very bad timing.

- I know.

- Everything's in
play for tomorrow.

Conditions are perfect.

We have our man.

Teddy taught us to
play a long game,

but if we lose this chance
we may never get another one.

Find Gina Hawkes and
Harry Venn and kill them.

- Now, tomorrow, I will go
before the world's media

to reveal the true,
unscrupulous and shocking nature

of Brian Worsley the
man and the politician.

You'll understand that I
can't give you specifics

at this time but I
can assure you that

come this time tomorrow,
Brian Worsley will not,

even in his own twisted mind,

be able to call himself
a prime minister.

The stakes for this country
could not be higher.

We have to be bold.

We have to be fearless.

We have to be thorough.

And above all, we
have to get it right.

- Did I tell you that
Tigger's on board?

- Seriously?

- I'll spare you the details
of what I had to do to get him

but it turns out he's
very keen on you.

Always has been, apparently.

- You do know how
boorish, bigoted

and quite frighteningly
reactionary Tigger is?

- He completes the picture
for a lot of my supporters.

- It's all up to you now, Alex.

There was renewed unrest

last night between police and
rioters as the violence spread

from the center of the
capital to residential areas.

But the Prime Minister on
his way back from Hackney

earlier today insisted that
the protests were nothing

to do with the political
instability at Westminster.

- The
looters and thugs who were

on the streets last night
have nothing to protest about.

They are not
interested in politics,

they just want a
new television set

and don't want to save up
for one like the rest of us.

- Well,
that was the Prime Minister

this morning and he won't
be cheered by the news

that's just come in and I'm
reading here from the news wires

from the Press Association
when I tell you that

Alexander Wentworth has
announced he'll be holding

a press conference tomorrow
at which he promises

more scandalous revelations
about the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister himself,
back at Westminster

this afternoon, is yet to
respond, casting serious doubts.

- Are you sure you don't
want something stronger?

You all right?

What were you thinking of?

The man who murdered your
mother said he'd meet you in

an abandoned factory in the
middle of nowhere and you went?

And you found him dead?

- Dying.

Someone clearly did not
want him to talk to me.

- You don't know that.

There are lots of reasons why
someone wanted Tanzir dead.

People like him, lots of
reasons and lots of people.

- No thank you.

- Do you think I should
go to the police?

- They've never taken
you seriously before.

No reason they'll start now.

- They'll just get in the way.

- Of what?

- Me, of finding out
the truth, everything.

Don't worry.

- Don't worry?

How can I not worry?

- I'm sorry.

You've been so understanding.

- I suppose they could give you
some protection, the police.

I mean, you are in danger.

- I should be safe here.

- Well, if an armed
man broke in here now

I certainly couldn't
protect you against that.

But there is someone I know.

And obviously, with
your permission,

well I'd like to talk to
him and get his advice.

- Who is he?

- He's called Christie.

And I do, I really
think I should call him.

- Yeah, all right.

- You should get some rest.

Mr. Christie, Nigel Fountain.

I wonder, could you come over?

- I won't pretend
this is a social call.

- How much this time?

- You still got that file
on Mark you used to have?

I wouldn't ask unless it was
important but I need to see it.

- Why?

You decided to do something
after all these years?

You look terrible.

- Well, I've had
a rough few days.

Did nobody tell you
my office blew up?

- Yeah?

Were your clothes
in there as well?

Your razor?

I had a call from Lauren.

Michael was in
court this morning.

- Shit.

- I'm sure you had
better things to do.

Where were you?

- I was in Paris.

- Yeah, of
course, Paris, yeah.

Your boy's up in court
but you're in Paris.

Have a good time, did ya?

- How'd he get on?

- Juvenile court.

They like to pretend it's
all nice and friendly,

but of course it ain't,

not when you're going
away to get banged up.

Remember what you look
like after a night

in the cells, Harry?

That's the way Michael looked.

He looked dirty and sweaty,

he looked tired and
confused and scared.

You remember that
feeling, Harry?

So he looks round
for a friendly face.

He sees me, he sees his
mum and we smile at him.

And then he says, Dad?

- Did he get bail?

- No.

He was sobbing, Harry, when
they took him back down.

- I couldn't get there.

There's things going on.

It's really complicated.

- Maybe in my time I wasn't
that great a father either,

but any time you
or Mark needed me,

I came running, didn't I?

Didn't I?

- Yes, you came running.

I'm gonna go and try
and get to see Michael.

I need Mark's file.

- What for?

- I can't tell you.
- You can't tell me?

- Because I think it
would put you in danger.

- This is new, Harry.

Concern, for someone else?

- When you saw Mark's body,
it was definitely him?

- Jesus Christ, what
you asking me that for?

- Was it Mark?
- What are you on?

Yes, it was Mark.

Do you think I wouldn't
recognize me own son?

- What about Hillman?
- What about him?

That bastard, never liked him.

Never trusted him.

You should never have
let Mark go near him.

- Mark was my older brother,
he didn't listen to me.

- If you'd stuck by Mark,
he'd still be alive today.

- If I'd stuck by Mark,
we'd both be dead.

- What's the difference?

- Did you see Hillman's body?

- Yes, I saw it.

- And it was definitely him?

- What the fuck?
- Was it Hillman?

- Yes, I saw him!

Hillman, dead!

I don't want you
to come here again.

Don't call me.

I don't want to see you
or talk to you ever again.

- Always a pleasure, Dad.

Always a pleasure.

Yeah?

- Kev's dead.

- Who?

- Kevin, my computer guy.

You there?

Harry?

- Yeah.

- What the fuck have
you got me into?

- Where are ya?

- I'm at the shop.

- All right, stay where
you are, I'm on my way.

What happened?

Frank, what happened?

- I couldn't get
Kev on the phone

so I went round to
his place last night.

Apparently, he suddenly saw
no good reason to carry on.

I found him hanging
in his living room.

- You think he killed himself?

No, H, I do not.

I think someone strung him
up and I think whoever it was

did it because of our
little visit to the doctor.

- All right, all right, I
need to get on your computer.

- What are you doing?

Harry, what are you doing?

- Frank just give me
a second, all right?

Okay.

Jennifer Moscati, aged 38,
married, lawyer, high flyer.

- Who's Jennifer Moscati?

- Gina's mother.

Victim of a street
mugging in Paris.

- She was mugged?

- No, she was murdered.

- Shit.

- Husband Jeremy
Hawkes, also a lawyer,

killed in a road traffic
accident near Lille.

8th of April, 1989.

Same day the Braddick
thing went down.

Same day that Mark was killed.

- What the hell's going on, H?

- Stevie Quirke was murdered
in Belmarsh yesterday.

He was stabbed.

You remember he told me
that he'd seen Paul Hillman?

- I remember Stevie was
a drinker and an idiot.

- Guess who I saw yesterday.

Paul Hillman.

Frank, I like a drink as
much as the next person,

but it doesn't alter the
fact that I saw Hillman.

I talked to him.

It was Paul bloody Hillman.

- Hillman's alive?

How is that possible?

- Well, he was alive,
somebody shot him.

- Who?

H, who shot him?

- I don't know, he
was wearing a mask.

- Harry, I've been involved
in some fucked-up stuff,

but this is fucked up.

I need a drink.

- You want to pour me one?

- Cockburn, Cockburn.

Shift yourself.

What are you looking for?

- Cockburn, Cockburn.

What's his first name?

Teddy.

- Who's Teddy Cockburn?

- Born Harewood, Yorkshire,
Battle of Britain ace.

After war, elected
to parliament,

went into business
made his fortune.

- Why are we looking at this?

- There were photographs
of this fella Cockburn

in the doctor's office.

- So what are you saying?

- Bottle of Cockburn's.

I swiped the bottle from
the doctor's office.

Along with this Blackberry.

- We'll raise a glass of
Cockburn's on 10th July.

- You got your email,
you got your photographs,

you got your bottle
of Cockburn's.

- No, no, no, no, no,
look, he died in 1996.

Teddy Cockburn's not
who we're looking for.

Shift yourself.

- Man, no, don't go there.

Are you out of your mind?

Yeah?

- I've just seen Joe Collins.

He's in a house off
Tufnell Park Road.

- All right, don't let
him out of your sight

until I get there.

And, Matt, you be careful.

Frank, I need your car.

- I'm coming with you.

- No, I need you to stay
here and do something for me.

Can you get me a gun?

What?

- It's just never a good
sign when your lawyer

asks you for a gun.

- Stay here.

See if you can get a
number for Ben Lander.

Frank, I'll be in touch.

- Fuck.

- Give me a minute, will you?

- Who wrote this leader?

- Eliot.
- Get him.

- Ask Eliot to
join us, would you?

- Sit, please.

- Outrageous what
happened yesterday.

Are you okay?

- Are we Brian
Worsley's fan club now?

- No.

- Then why does this
read like a fanzine?

The Prime Minister
is a disaster.

Thanks to him,
we've had two weeks

without a proper government.

The pound is falling
through the floor and,

as I discovered for
myself yesterday,

there are mobs rioting
in the streets.

Not to mention the nine million
that Worsley has managed

to accumulate for himself in
various offshore accounts.

Perhaps you're planning on
running his defense campaign

for him when he's
finally arrested?

- We may have been a bit
over generous towards Worsley

but, Elspeth, we have
talked about this.

We cannot run-

- The Prime Minister
has a lot to answer for

but the responsibility
for the pound's woes

cannot be laid at his door.

How do you justify
this statement?

- Talk to anyone in the city.

They'll tell you it's not
Worsley, it's the speculators.

- Do you think I don't
speak to people in the city?

Brian Worsley is, if in
name only, prime minister.

This mess is his responsibility

and our readers need
to understand that.

- Of course.

- Tomorrow, Alex Wentworth
will be appearing

at a press conference.

My understanding is that he's
going to make new allegations

against Worsley which
he won't survive.

We need Wentworth all
over tomorrow's paper.

Profile, pictures.

He's got young children,
a very pretty wife,

lots of nice family photographs.

Full-page leader.

Alexander Wentworth,
the man of the hour.

- Wentworth doesn't have
anything like enough

cross-party support to
put a coalition together.

- After tomorrow's
press conference,

he'll have more
than enough support.

No, don't worry, James
I've got it in hand.

There'll be blanket coverage
of the press conference

across RDO Media.

Breaking news, schedules
interrupted, the full works.

It will be unmissable
and very dramatic.

- It's been a long slog, but
we're nearly there, Elspeth.

Just a shame Teddy isn't here
to see it all come together.

- Yes, he would have
been very proud of you.

- Well, I couldn't have
done it without you.

- He'd have been
proud of both of us.

- Yes, I think he would.

- Got the time?

- Are you all right?

What happened?

- Someone jumped me.

It's the house over there.

- You're sure it
was Joe Collins?

- Yeah.

He used to come in
the office a lot

when he was up on
that drugs charge.

- What about who jumped you?

- I didn't see him, sorry.

- Have you got anyone you
can stay with, abroad?

Abroad?

I've got a brother who
married an Irish girl.

They live in Donegal.

- You get on with him?
- Yeah.

- Good, go and stay with him.

- What's going on, Harry?

- You don't come back
till you hear from me.

And if you don't hear from me,
you don't come back at all.

- Detective Inspector-
- I know who you are.

What do you want?

- I want to talk about your son.

- Well, I don't
want to talk to you.

- I think he's in trouble.

Serious trouble.

I believe his life's in danger.

- Thanks for the tip.

- He needs help.
- And you're offering?

- If it helps me to
get to the bottom

of something I
want to know, yes.

- No, thanks.

- You've lost one son, Mr. Venn.

Do you want to lose both?

- So how are you holding up?

What did you think
you were doing?

- The same thing you and your
brother were doing at my age.

- Yeah, well, we weren't
going around selling crack.

You want to end up
the same way as Mark?

- I don't wanna end up like you.

- What about your mother?

Have you got any idea
what you being in here

is doing to her?

- And how about you, tough guy?

What's it doing to you?

- That depends on
how you handle it.

How are you going to handle it?

- All right.

- When you're in here,
you don't trust anyone.

You don't tell anyone anything
you wouldn't tell a copper.

- Excuse me, did I
ask for your advice?

- I'm just trying to
help you, Michael.

- Why start now?

- You know you might
end up doing time.

Are you prepared for that?

- Thanks very much.

What are you
telling me that for?

- Because you need to hear it.

You need to know what
to expect in here.

So while you're in here
you keep your head down.

You watch, you
listen, you work out

who's who and how
things work out.

You make sure that they know
you can't be pushed around.

Even if it costs you time in
solitary or the odd beating.

You stand your ground, Michael.

Michael, stop crying.

You stop.

Michael, you don't let
anyone see you cry.

- Why?

Men aren't supposed to cry?

- No, they don't.

Not if they're going
to survive in here.

Listen, there are some things,

you just have to see
them through to the end.

That's all you can do.

- Prison visiting
time's over, everyone out.

- Dad.

- You stand your ground, son.

- I thought we weren't
going to speak again.

- I had another
visitor after you left.

Russell.

- What did he want?

- He says you're in danger.

Are ya?

- Yeah.

- Well, why didn't you tell me?

He said he thinks the man
who ordered the Braddick hit

wants you dead.

Any truth in that?

- Could be.

- He give me a number for ya.

Do you want it?

- Why don't you text it to me?

- I wouldn't call him
unless you're desperate.

He's after ya.

I saw it in his eyes.

Take care.

- Okay, thanks, Dad.

- How's the boy?

- He's not doing too good.

- Don't worry.

Nothing like the threat of
anal rape to toughen you up.

Bad joke.

Lander's number.

- What did you get?

- Browning nine mil and a.38.

Best I could do at short notice.

You know you can get life if
you get caught with a gun.

- I know.

I could lose a life if
I'm caught without one.

- Hello.

- Yes, hello.

Am I speaking to Ben Lander?

- Who's speaking?

- I'm a solicitor.

- A solicitor, what firm?

- Venn & Company.

We're in London.

- What can I do for you?

- I wonder if it
will be possible

if I could come and see you.

- About what?

- It's something I'd like to
discuss with you in person.

It is quite urgent.

- When would
you like to come?

- Tonight, if possible.

- All right.

Will you be coming alone?

- Yeah.

- Let me give
you the address.

Do you have a pen?

- Yes, I do.

Ash House, it's on the A257,
just west of Sandwich Bay.

- Okay, thank you, I'll find it.

He's still living
in the same house.

- H, tell me you're not serious.

- Deadly bloody serious.

Braddick House is
where it all started.

I'll drop your car
off when I get back.

- I'm coming with you.

- You don't have
to do that, Frank.

- I want to make sure I
get my car back, Harry.

Besides, you got me out of a
few of scrapes in the past.

- You're forgetting the
two times you went down.

- It was three but
who's counting?

Gina?

- Yes?

- Mr. Christie's here.

- I'll be right there.

- Rumors are circulating in
Westminster about just how

damaging the material Alexander
Wentworth is promising

to reveal will be to Prime
Minister Brian Worsley.

self destruction and
accused his opponent.

- Gina, this is Mr. Christie.

Mr. Christie, this is
my daughter Gina Hawkes.

- Miss Hawkes.

- She's been through
quite a lot today.

And we have reason to believe
her life is in danger.

- Can you tell me about it?

- I'm afraid we can't go
into details just yet.

- I understand.

I assume that the people
who pose this threat

to Ms. Hawkes are
aware of this address?

- Well, apparently not.

- Even so, I think the first
step is to take Ms. Hawkes

to a safe house
until we can identify

and then neutralize the threat.

- What do you think?

- Yeah, just, just give
me a minute to freshen up.

- Of course.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Let me speak to him.

It's for you, sir.

- Hello?

Nigel.

- They tried to kill her!

- It was a cockup, Nigel.

- Since when does the
help desk make cockups?

- It's like any organization.

There are occasional mistakes

but the point is the
mistake has been rectified.

Mr. Styles will take Gina to
a safe, comfortable place.

- And she won't be harmed?

I have your word?

- I know how much she
means to you, Nigel.

You have my word.

It'll be for a day or two only
and then it will all be over.

- I'm trusting you.

- You've done the right thing.

Protecting her from herself.

Put Mr. Styles
back on, would you?

- Thank you.

Yes?

- Kill her.

- Understood.

Where is she?

- Guess who signed
Mark's death certificate.

Duncan Sturgess.

You remember him?

- What kind of doctor is he

if he can't even tell
if you're alive or dead?

- Gina?

- Harry, are
you in London yet?

- Thank you for finally
returning my call.

- Are you in London?

- Yeah.

- I'm in trouble.

Can you come get me?

- You're not in trouble,
Gina, you are bloody trouble.

No, sorry, I'm busy.

- Listen Harry, I've
just seen Jason Styles.

- Where are you?

- I'm outside Harrods.

- Okay, I'll be there
in about 10, 15 minutes.

- What's going on now?

- Slight detour.

Okay, there she is.

What's with the disappearing
act in Paris, Gina?

Don't you trust
me, or something?

- I'd say the answer
to that is no.

- Who's he?

- He's a friend.

- Is he trustworthy?

I don't know, shall we ask him?

Are you trustworthy?

- Fuck you.

- There you go,
he's trustworthy.

Where did you see Styles?

Where?

- At Nigel's house.
- Nigel's house?

- I told him what
happened in Paris.

He called someone to protect me.

He introduced him as Christie.

But it was Styles.

- You're sure it was him?

- Yes.

- Do you think Nigel
knew who he was?

- I don't know.

- He's involved.

Okay, this is it.

- You sure you want do this, H?

I'll come too.

- No, no.

- You want to take a piece?

- Why has he got a gun?

- I asked him for one.

No, this feels wrong.

- I wouldn't go into that
house without a gun, Harry.

- Hello?

Mr. Lander?

- Shoe's on the other
foot now, isn't it?

- I wanna talk.

- What would you
like to talk about?

You want to talk about
the night your brother

and his friend came to visit?

Shall we talk about that?

You know what the police
told me when they found

the two dead bodies in the car?

There was a driver who got away.

I wonder who the driver was.

Who could it have been?

Do you have any idea, Mr. Venn?

- I'm sorry your uncle
died and I'm sorry,

and I'm sorry for,
for my brother

and what he did here that night.

- You were the driver.

The police know you
were the driver.

They just couldn't
pin it on you.

- Somebody paid Paul
Hillman and my brother

to pull that trigger.

Now, I'm just trying
to find out why.

I'm trying to find out why
your uncle was murdered.

- Look me in the eye and tell
me you weren't the driver.

What goes through the
mind of the getaway driver

while he's waiting outside?

Is he thinking, I'm
glad I'm not in there

having to do what they do?

Or is it, you know
what, this is boring?

Next time I'm going in myself.

I want to see some blood.

But I'm forgetting.

You saw plenty of
blood, didn't you?

- Mr. Lander, I just want
to find out the truth.

Please, just put the gun down.

- Fuck you.

- Put it down!

I said put it down or
I'll blow your head off.

Is that how you say
hello to visitors?

You shoot them?

You want me to shoot you?

Do ya?

- Frank!

- Do ya?
- Frank!

That's enough.

All right now just
put the gun down.

All right, calm down.

Calm down.

Okay, okay, no harm done, yeah?

Get up.

- That's where you're wrong, H.

- Harry Venn and Gina Hawkes
broke into the Braddick House

20 minutes ago.

- You take care of this
problem, Mr. Styles.

- Can you help me out
here, Harry, can ya?

- Joe, Joe, where's the laptop?

- There are rules.
- Rules?

- Yes, rules that
have to be observed.

- Wake up, Russell,
you're a detective.

This is all connected, the
Braddick hit, Stevie Quirke,

it all leads to here.

- He's a good guy, Harry,
he's in serious trouble.

Someone's trying to kill him.