The person you should be talking to is William Travers.
We've already met.
There was one fatal flaw. He really did believe 100% in his clients.
In the past couple of years,
we've had three guns turn up with the same cord wear.
We may have a trace on the gun.
We've got some tyre tracks.
Is that your car?
Yes. The hybrid.
To think a young girl came in here and was killed.
She was lying there, on that bed.
0207 946 0068.
She called it a few times, including twice on the day she died.
Do we know who this belongs to?
They managed to get a name and address but you wouldn't go, would you?
Thank you.
Do you know anything about Agadir? Agadir? Why do you ask that?
Why are you so surprised? I was at Qestrel yesterday. They asked that.
If that barrister of yours starts making a nuisance of himself,
we will have to take a different view.
That was scrummy. Scrummy?
Is that a word anybody uses any more? Dad!
I mean, really.
I'll try not to wake you in the morning.
I've got a lecture tomorrow at 9.
In that case, I will try and wake you in the morning.
Did you lock the door? Yeah.
Dad. It's OK.
Bastards!
It's all right.
It wasn't your average burglary.
They weren't interested in my TV or money.
They went straight for my notes.
My daughter lives there. So who was it?
I don't know.
I might have been followed.
A couple of evenings ago, after I saw Martin, I noticed this car.
Lucy Wilson said she was being followed. Before she was killed.
We had further information from the police that may interest you. Oh?
It turns out Lucy Wilson wasn't everything she seemed.
She had a criminal record.
Blackmail? Money with menaces.
When she was 19, she cried rape at a party.
She'd gone home with a rich boy.
She tried to extort money from his parents.
Six months suspended sentence. This strengthens the police case.
Yeah.
How are you getting on with the CCTV?
I must have watched about 100 hours.
But I don't know what I'm looking for. You'll know when you find it.
I'm going to see this guy Lucy was calling.
Erm... Hm?
There's something I ought to mention.
I took a call from a police detective in Ipswich.
A Detective Inspector Wenborn.
What did he want? I'm not sure.
He was asking questions about you. What sort of questions?
Very general ones. Character. Personality.
In the end I told him to go hang himself and hung up.
Thank you.
Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me.
I'm looking for my husband.
Detective Superintendent Mark Wenborn. Mark Wenborn. I'm his wife.
Can I help? What?
I work with your husband. I'm Nick Taylor.
Erm...I just...I was wondering if he was here.
He's not in yet, but you can come to the office. No.
It's silly, really.
He wasn't home last night and I just... needed...
Are you all right? Yeah. Of course. Yeah, it's nothing.
(BABY GURGLES)
Aww! Sweet baby.
(BOTH LAUGH) Is it a she?
Claire. Yeah. How old?
Ten months.
You can wait here if you want or I can tell him you were here.
It's not a problem.
I don't want to get in the way. It doesn't matter. I'll see him later.
Have you called him? I left a message. I'm sure he'll get back.
All right.
Goodbye.
(GULLS CRY)
(KNOCKING)
Hello. I wonder if you could help me. I'm looking for Jameel Khan.
And you are? I'm sorry. My name is William Travers.
I'm a lawyer. Is Jameel in some kind of trouble?
No, no. I don't think so. But...is he in?
No. He's in Africa. And you are?
I'm Tariq. I live with him.
Right. Do you think I could come in?
Why?
Because your friend rang a young woman called Lucy Wilson
and a few hours after that she was found...
Well, she was found murdered.
Thank you.
I've never heard of Lucy Wilson and I can't really help you.
Jameel doesn't talk to me about his work. But he is a journalist, yeah?
Yeah. Freelance.
At the moment he's doing a job for a magazine, City Wide.
And do you have any idea at all when he might be home?
I'm sorry. No. It really could be any time.
But you must be in touch with him. Mobile, email?
Not where he's been. Ivory Coast. East Africa. Middle of nowhere.
Well, if he does... if he does get in touch with you...
could you ask him to contact me?
Urgently. Yeah.
Now, this erm... this story that he's covering in Africa.
Do you have any idea what it might be about?
Oil.
You ready? Yeah.
Come on, then. Let's go.
Oh, by the way, your wife was here.
When? About an hour ago. She was looking for you.
Did you speak to her? Yeah. I said you weren't here.
She had the baby with her. Claire. You stay out of my business, Taylor.
You stay away from my family.
OK, so today, we're going to read a book called Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo.
It's a story about two brothers fighting in the First World War.
Why did they do that? If you read the book, Simon, you'll find out.
Is it a children's book?
No, Darren. It's about a man who gets sent to prison
through no fault of his own.
Like me, yeah? Yeah, yeah, there you are, then.
Mr Cooper, where's Alan? He's not here.
I know. I can see that. Where is he?
He couldn't make it today.
Is he ill? No. He's busy.
How are you, Alan? You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right.
I've got your report here. The governor thinks you're doing well.
It says here that you're writing a book. What sort of book is that?
Is it porn? No.
No? I'm a Dan Brown man myself.
You ever read any Dan Brown, Taylor?
No. I haven't.
I've read all about you too, Alan. You're going to be here for a while.
Nine years, that's what the judge said. Maybe six with good behaviour.
That still leaves three to go.
How old are you now?
17.
17 and nine months.
The thing is, I need to know where you got the gun.
You said you found it in a skip. (SNORTS)
Do you believe that, Taylor? No.
Why didn't you tell the truth? It would have gone a lot easier on you.
You had a good case. You'd been bullied, provoked. No previous.
But keeping silent that done you no good at all.
Thing is, I'm investigating a murder and whoever supplied the bullet
is the same person who supplied your gun.
I want to know.
I found it.
(EXHALES HEAVILY) Oh, dear, now you're making me very angry.
Do you know who I am? Look at me, son.
Do you know who I am? Eh?
Do you know how much trouble is about to come your way?
No, I don't know. You listen to me.
You tell me what I want to know now or this is what's going to happen.
You're nearly 18.
Three months from now you're going to ADULT prison, yeah?
Do you know what will happen to you in there? Know what I can arrange?
A pretty boy like you won't last one week before someone has you.
I can arrange the prison. I can arrange the wing.
I know men gagging for a boy like you, Alan.
Where do you think you're going? For Christ's sake!
Back off! Maybe it will be a big fat black one.
Imagine that. Being raped by him night after night after night!
He calls and you come. Yeah? You'll be his prison bitch.
When he gets tired of you he'll lend you out maybe three or four together!
Imagine that. Gang rape. You think someone will help you?
They won't, cos I'll see to that. Wenborn! Back off!
If I tell you they'll kill me.
If you don't, I will! Please.
Give me the name!
She wanted me to go to this place called The Diner.
It's about ten minutes away.
Ha. Got you.
I'm not reassigning you. Sir, I...
Look. I know he's not the easiest man to get on with.
DI Wenborn makes no secret of the fact he hates my guts.
Ah. Are we talking racism?
No.
So he's hurt your feelings. I can live with that.
It's his borderline psychotic approach to the job I find difficult.
Terrorising teenagers, insulting OAPs.
Plus the fact he never tells me anything.
He's been to London. Why?
If I'm part of this investigation, maybe I ought to know.
Are you talking about Spaull? Yes, sir.
London? Mr Wenborn may have a suspect.
I don't know. We have a lead on the man who supplied the gun that killed him.
Mr Crips. That's what they call him.
And Mr Crips may lead you to the killer?
Yes, sir. Well, that's good, isn't it?
That's progress.
Detective Inspector Wenborn does not hate you, Taylor.
It's not as personal as that. He hates everybody.
But the thing about him is, he's bloody effective.
He gets results.
You're not the first junior officer
to be sitting in that chair saying these things.
What's wrong with him, sir?
Where does it say in the rule book that you have to be nice?
Speaking personally, I find you weak
and disloyal coming here behind his back.
But you get results and I'll be prepared to overlook it.
Do you see what I mean?
Yes, sir.
Good. Well, that's that, then.
Don't look so worried. I won't tell him this discussion took place.
I don't believe it.
I mean, I just... I can't believe it.
This is the evidence. Six months suspended sentence.
When she was 19, she accused an art student of rape.
She then tried to extort ã20,000 from his parents to cover it up.
Oh, look. I know what it is you're saying. But that's not who she was.
I mean, she seemed...so sweet.
She wasn't sweet, Martin.
She was professional.
I don't suppose this helps me at all, does it?
As far as the police are concerned,
it confirms their belief that she went into the room with prior intent.
To blackmail me. Mm-hm.
Giving me all the more reason to want to stop her.
Yes.
Still, it's not all bad news.
We've did manage to find you on the CCTV.
There's a camera on Edborn Street,
showing the corner of the diner you visited.
It takes one image every 60 seconds so we were lucky it caught you.
That's me there.
It took a while to find because there's a problem with the time.
You told us you didn't get back to the hotel till 8:40.
This was taken at 8:17.
And yet The Diner is only a five-minute walk from the hotel.
Did you go anywhere on the way back? On the contrary, I hurried back.
While it was still warm.
So, you are sure it was 8:40 when you got back?
Yes. Like, I told you. I asked someone.
Excuse me. Have you got the time?
8:40. Thanks. Beastly night out there.
NATALIE: The man in the lift. We've managed to find him.
His name is John Lerner from Detroit.
Well, that's good, isn't it? He can't help us.
He vaguely remembers meeting you, but he was jet-lagged.
He can't remember anything else.
Have you heard any more from Qestrel? Not a word.
Were you aware they're being investigated by a journalist?
A man named Jameel Khan.
I've never heard the name before. It doesn't surprise me, though.
There can't be an oil business that hasn't been investigated at some time.
They have secrets? Of course they do.
It's how they work.
Here he comes. Mr Crips.
All right. Let's take him.
Hold on! Ow!
Fucking hell! What is this? What do you want?
Are you Michael Bankes? Yeah.
Then you know what we want.
Oh. What have we got here, then?
Get your hands off that. It's mine. A lot of money to be keeping...
under the sink. Under the sink.
What happened to your hand, Michael?
I got burnt. Industrial accident.
Eurgh! Can't be too helpful in your line of work.
I make car components. (SCOFFS) Since when?
I'm unemployed.
What do these open, then? I've forgotten.
Yeah? Did your brain get burned in an industrial accident as well, then?
Get lost.
Madam. Madam. Excuse me.
Mikey, what's going on? It's nothing. Get out of here.
Hold on. Who are you?
Pamela Stewart. I live upstairs. Do you know each other?
Get lost, Pam. Hey! Sit down!
What are you, then? You're not brother and sister.
Not husband and wife. Just having it off now and then with Freddy Krueger?
Fuck off.
Pamela Stewart. You haven't got a son called Alan Stewart, have you?
What do you know about it? He's the one who grassed up pizza face.
He'd never. No?
How do you think we got here?
You think we asked the tooth fairy?
Alan told us you supplied the gun he used to shoot Wayne Parker with.
He didn't mention that you were poling his old dear.
I never supplied him nothing.
No? He just crept downstairs while you were upstairs reading a book.
I know what you're going to say before you even say it.
Hey. Where are they, Mickey?
OK. Let's see.
Hm. This little piggy opens the front door.
And this little piggy's the car.
What's this one, then? Locker, safety deposit box? It's too new.
But these two piggies are well used, aren't they?
You've been going in and out of somewhere a lot.
Did you notice those lockups downstairs, Taylor? Yeah. Yeah.
Shall we go and have a look?
Oh, hello.
Ha! Bingo.
Hello, Will. Gemma.
Martin didn't tell me you were coming. I didn't tell Martin.
Come in.
20 years. Puh. Hm.
I can understand why you've kept away.
What you did to Martin...was unforgivable.
I don't see it that way. How do you see it?
We were all very young.
He went out with Jane. She met me.
It might have been better if she hadn't.
Then I wouldn't have gone out with Martin.
I thought you were very happy together.
Yeah, we were. For a time.
What happened? I have cancer. Did you know that?
They operated and it didn't work.
(SIGHS) I'm sorry.
I'm worried about David. He's 15.
He's at boarding school.
I don't want him to go back and live with his father.
He can live with my sister but he may not want to do that.
You know why I'm here.
Martin wouldn't have had it in him to kill anyone.
I really can't tell you anything else.
Please, Gemma.
Let's walk outside.
Gemma... why did you and Martin split up?
They asked me just the same. The prosecution.
They wanted to know if Martin had ever been unfaithful to me.
(SNIFFS)
Oh, I love that. Osmanthus.
Mm.
Ooh.
Are you all right? Mm-hm.
I'm afraid you've wasted your time coming here, Will.
I have nothing to say about our marriage.
It's private. The doctors have given me six months
so contempt of court doesn't exactly scare me.
You can put me into a courtroom. I'll still say nothing.
Why?
Because of David.
Martin wanted things that I couldn't give him, so we divorced.
But all of that is private.
Do you blame me? No.
No, I understand you completely.
Dear Will.
You know, it's funny, really.
You, me, Jane and Martin all at university together,
and then cut forward 20-something years and look at us now.
You never can tell. You never can.
Perhaps it's for the best.
Guns are bad news right now, Michael.
I reckon you could be looking at nine or ten years.
Maybe more if we make you an accessory
and charge you with conspiracy to murder.
I didn't supply anything. I'm a collector.
A gun collector? That's very unusual.
What do you do? Hang them over the fireplace?
We have evidence that directly implicates you
in the murder of Philip Spaull.
Where's my solicitor? Maybe I can make this easier for you.
I'm not actually interested in you.
Maybe you are a collector like you say.
You could be an amiable eccentric with an interest in illegal weaponry.
I could live with that, but...somehow recently,
one of your guns has gone astray and ended up putting a bullet
through the head of an anti-hunt protestor,
would you believe it, in Framlingham?
If you tell me who got their hands on that gun,
we might find a way around the other stuff.
Do you see what I'm saying? Might be able to help each other.
Why should I trust you? What have you got to lose?
We've got you by the balls as it is.
Handed over a gun to someone just recently.
It wasn't for him. He was getting it for someone he knew.
Name? I didn't know anything about any murder.
No, people buy guns off you so they can dress up like Clint Eastwood.
What was his name?
John...Slater.
Do you have an address? I don't know where he lives.
He works for Bluecoast Freight. Down the docks.
We're looking for John Slater.
That's him over there.
John!
Hey! Oi!
Oi!
John!
Let me go! Aargh!
(PANTING)
Aaargh.
Good.
You stupid little bastard.
Do you have any idea what you've done?
Mum... Oh, stop blubbing, for Christ's sake.
He knows it was you who grassed him up.
Did you tell him? No, love.
The police told him when they arrested him.
Jesus Christ!
I thought you had the good sense to keep your mouth shut.
They threatened me.
And what do you think Mikey will do when he gets hold of you?
He'll rip your lungs out. (SOBS)
I didn't do it, Will.
What if you're wrong? What if it turns out that he killed her?
I can handle this.
Did you kill her? No.
Come here.
Oh, I'm glad to see you.
Are you?
Yes, of course. Why do you ask?
I don't know. It's just... It feels like you've been away for ages.
I haven't been away that long, have I?
Well, you're in London and...
I just miss you. I missed you too.
Come on. Let's go home.
Mark. I've been so worried about you.
You didn't come home last night.
I don't know what happened at the shops.
I swear to you I wasn't going to steal anything.
Why would I want to do a thing like that? I don't give you enough money.
You give me lots of money.
Maybe you were trying to tell me something.
I would never want to embarrass you. You came looking for me today.
Only because I was worried about you. Why didn't you return my calls?
Please, Mark. Don't be like this. You make me so scared sometimes.
Scared? I don't like it when you're angry.
I get angry when my wife gets arrested at the local shopping centre
and carted off by blue-tops who are probably still laughing.
I don't know what happened. I wasn't thinking. Will I have to go to court?
They're not prosecuting. I spoke to the manager. He's gonna let it drop.
(SIGHS) Oh, God, Mark.
You did it. I knew you'd do it for me. You're... Get your hands off me!
Claire's upstairs. IS she?
Do you want me to get her? No, I don't.
I thought you might like to see her. Why would I want that?
Do you want some dinner? Stop your prattling. What's the matter?
I don't know what you've become. Look at you, you're pathetic.
It's not just me.
What? It's both of us.
I feel like I don't know you any more.
Oh, you don't understand me, is it? It's the job.
It's done horrible things to you.
Dealing with these people all the time.
All the dirt you have to live with day after day. It's changed you.
You weren't like it when we met. I don't know what you mean.
We've got to do something about it, Mark.
We can't go on living like this.
I don't have to listen to this shit. I'm going out.
No. I'm not going to let you. Get out of my way.
No.
You want to know where I was last night? I was with someone else.
A fit bird in London. And it was a lot better than you!
(GROANS)
What's that?
It's a compilation of two hours in the life of London.
CCTV. Yeah, I asked them to put it together.
Here we go. There's a man polluting the alleyway near the Avenue Hotel.
Another man polluting the River Thames.
And, oh...
Where would we be without a good punch-up at closing time?
I mean, the list just goes on and on and on.
Do you think any of it's relevant?
It's a murder case, so everything's potentially relevant, yeah.
I mean, look.
Any one of these people could have heard something.
That woman there. She could have seen something.
God, this is how you used to be.
What? Oh, absorbed.
You've hardly said a word to me all evening. I'm sorry.
No, don't be.
I'm glad. I mean, looking at you now,
it's as if Philip Spaull and the last two years never happened.
Philip Spaull is dead. Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, I read it in the papers.
I'm surprised you never mentioned it. No, I didn't know.
So, when did you find out?
Oh, er... a policeman came to see me in my office.
They came to you? Yeah.
Why would they do that?
They wanted to know what kind of person he was,
what kind of man he was. What did you tell them?
I just told them everything I knew, which wasn't much.
He was living here in Suffolk. I know, I know.
You don't think that's strange?
You don't think he followed you? No.
No. He lived over in Framlingham. That's miles away.
No, I expect it was just a coincidence. I hope so.
So what do you think happened?
A man like him would have had a lot of enemies.
He was a killer and...and he was killed.
You know, there's a...
..in a way, a certain justice to that.
It's not your sort of justice.
(BEEPS)
(SIGHS) Stewart, what is it, eh?
You rang the alarm. What is it you want?
I don't know.
(SIGHS)
It's two o'clock in the morning and you don't know.
I'm-I'm...scared.
Hey, look. Listen.
You ring the bell and wake me up again,
you go on governor's report. Understand?
(SOBS)
Just shut up and go back to sleep.
(LOW CHATTER)
I hear you found Mr Crips. It wasn't so difficult.
For you, I'm sure. What about the man who bought the gun?
Yeah, we've got him too. Is he the killer?
He may have bought the gun for someone else.
Well, I've got the results of this sample of soil that you sent in.
You took it from a car tyre? Yes.
Well, I'm afraid it's not conclusive.
Yeah, it's very similar to the soil
at the bottom of the track where Philip Spaull was killed.
But it's contaminated.
Parts of it are identical and parts of it aren't.
Same tyre. Same tread. Same soil.
You can persuade me, I'm easy.
You'll have more trouble in a court. Court's a world of its own.
Alice in bleeding Wonderland.
And although I hope you forgive me for mentioning it,
the correct paperwork would have been nice.
The make of the car, registration number, the owner.
The date that you took the sample. All right.
This is useless without it.
I got a phone call. Who from?
He didn't say. Oh, was it like that?
"Hello, is that Guns R Us? Can you help me?"
He knew me. He knew about my drug conviction.
He said he'd give me 200 quid through the door as a down payment
and he'd give me the rest when he picked up the gun.
OK. And you agreed?
I needed the money.
Did you give him your address? What?
Or did he know it already?
He knew where I lived.
OK. You got the gun off Michael Bankes but you had to hand it over.
Where did that happen?
Felixstowe Docks.
So you saw him. You must have seen what he looked like.
No. That wasn't how it worked.
He just put the money down and walked away. I put the gun down.
He never came anywhere near me.
How old was he? Was he black? Was he white?
I don't know. It was pitch dark and it was raining.
And he was wearing a hoodie.
Mid-30s. Maybe older.
Well-built.
What did he say? He didn't say anything.
I put the gun down and I took the money.
OK. Did he have a car? I didn't see one.
That's it? You're trying to tell me that's how it worked?
Like something out of Sherlock fucking Holmes?
That's how it worked.
(SIGHS)
Jameel.
What? Something's happened.
It's bad news.
What?
Class is cancelled.
No lessons today.
Why?
What is it? What's wrong?
I can't tell you.
Of course you can.
You know who I am. I've been coming here for months.
Something happened.
Please.
One of the lads killed himself last night.
Hung himself in his cell.
Who was it?
It was Alan.
All right?
Alan Stewart's dead.
So you can go.
(DOOR CLOSES)
What?
I've had some bad news.
Hey. What?
I was at the prison. It was...
It was one of the boys... (SOBS) Oh.
Hold you tight.
Will, what is...?
What is happening to us? I don't feel in control any more.
I don't feel I understand anything. It's OK. It's OK.
No, it's not. It's not OK. I don't know what I'm doing here.
I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to stay.
We...we don't have to stay.
We can go. Can we?
Yes.
Sir.
I've been going through the John Slater file.
I found a coincidence that might amuse you. What?
The solicitors that defended him during that case
he got nine months, happened a year ago
they're a firm based here in Ipswich, Deanscourt Chambers.
And?
The barrister that defended Philip Spaull also works there.
Small world, eh? Thank you.
(TYPING)
Travers.