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Hi, mate.
Okay! Okay! Okay! Don't move! You're busted!
Say cheese.
You win.
What, you okay? What is it'?
Are you...
What?
Oh, my God!
Help me!
Help!
Your first night on the squad, and you get a shout.
You must be lucky.
So, what are we expecting'?
Trevor will be arsey because he's got to work late
Jed'll be eyeing up the younger WPCs,
and Simon will be trying new and exciting ways
to make things complicated.
I meant the victim.
We find what we find.
You never walk onto a crime scene with preconceptions.
Here's the crime-scene manager You want to see what he's got'?
You got a face like a slapped ass.
Face like a slapped ass, sir. Have some respect.
Jed, what we got'?
We got Ed Villarin, 23.
Puncture wound to the lower back.
Kidney area.
Paramedics have scooped him.
Doctor declared life extinct at the A&E.
- Stabbed? - Yeah. Looks like it.
Got his mobile here.
Log off all his calls. See who's in the phone book.
- Yeah. - Who's in the MPV?
Oh, it's a - a Miss... Alderton.
First name, Margaret. She goes by Mags.
Saw it happen. Tried to give him CPR.
- Good Samaritan. - Trainee nurse.
Rosie, see if you can get Florence Nightingale to sing.
- Okay. - Where's gadget boy'?
He's in here.
he was down.
He was - I mean, pulse just - pulse just dropped off.
He - His breathing slow, fast and then...
I called. I mean, I called for an ambulance or somebody.
He just - He just flatlined.
And then - And then I started CPR.
I mean, I did it - I did it exactly by the book.
I kept - I kept doing it, you know, just - just 'cause -
because if I didn't, he'd be...
He'd be dead.
Yeah, victim collapsed
while she was taking his picture with a mobile.
I vi/as seeing if I could get a quick copy of the picture
from the SIM card in case we see the killer.
Cracking. And'?
Yes, picture. No, knifeman.
Be too bloody easy, wouldn't it'?
Any Witnesses?
No one saw him stabbed as yet Uniforms are canvassing.
I've got an address from the Wallet.
I was gonna check that out.
- Fine. Can you move back?
What is it? What's she doing'?
Jed, you and Simon go and help D.C. Sharpe.
Tell her to calm down a bit And take her with you.
All right. Come on, Si.
So, What do you think of our new colleague?
- Eva? - Yeah.
Seems sassy. Looks good. Early days.
- You want to know a secret? - What?
- I'm gonna have some. - Yeah. In your dreams.
I do some of my best work in me dreams.
I bet you do.
Smile. You're on "Candid Camera. "
Oi, ain't you sad lot got something better to do tonight'?
No'?
Here.
Take their picture. See how they like it.
Nice move.
Listen, the boss wants you to calm it down a bit.
We've got an address from the Wallet.
He wants you to come with me, okay?
Eva, you having fun yet'?
How well did you know him'?
I- I - I'd never - I'd never seen him.
- I'd never seen him before. - But you took his picture.
Yeah, it was a game. It was...
- What game'? - The - Phone tag.
Phone tag'?
Yeah, it's like a game of hare and hounds
with phone cameras.
You go to a certain pub.
At 7:00 dead, someone writes a number on the Wall.
You ring that number, and you get a picture
of the night's target sent to your phone.
Obviously, we need to trace that number
and find out who organizes the game.
It's all a bit high-tech for me.
The target starts at the first pub
and then has to run across London to a second pub
without anyone tagging them.
Tagging them?
Yeah, by taking a head shot with a mobile-phone camera.
Some people play solo. Others play in teams.
What's the point'?
Well, tag the target win the pot.
Doesn't anyone play darts any more?
And it can't just be a blur.
To tag the target, you have to have a recognizable picture
for a certified kill.
- "Kill"? - It's a game.
Apparently no one's meant to get hurt.
Oh.
Hello'?
Looks like a burglary.
This is still frosty.
Whoa.
Looks like someone died in here.
Well, after you.
What?
Only thing "dyed" in here...
...is these.
â™« Ho! â™«
â™« Let me hear you say ho! â™«
â™« Ho! â™«
â™« Let me hear you say ho! â™«
â™« Ho! â™«
â™« Let me hear you say... â™«
â™« Hovv do you say - â™«
What's that?
Hey! Police!
Stop! Stay Where you are!
Jed!
Get off! Help!
- Hey! Still! Still!
Police!
I thought you were burglars.
- Thanks for the help. - You were doing all right.
Names and addresses from the crime scene.
How's Eva settling in'?
- Ask Jed. - Big shout on her first day.
She'll want to watch it, or she'll become a mascot.
- Better than being a token. - MacMANUS: It's not that.
He's just fed up 'cause the D.C.I.'s
assigned her to the squad without consulting him.
He'll get over it.
Oi! Got a suspect at the victim's flat.
Here you are.
Sorry about that.
So you live here'?
No, not any more.
Ed lives here. My ex.
How long's he been your ex'?
Since I heard about his redhead.
Is that Why you were trashing his flat?
No, not trashing. Creative dumping.
And what's in the bathroom?
Couple of Pradas. Knockoff Gucci.
Lot of red dye.
Well, if he likes red so much, I thought...
- Why not'? - Exactly.
Is this gonna take long'?
I'd like to be out of here before Ed gets back.
Well...
Well What?
Well, you don't, uh -
You don't have to worry about that.
Katie, do you want to sit back down'?
Did something happen to Ed?
MacMANUS: The victim is one Edvinas Villarin, 23 years old.
Victimology - Who was he'?
We need to find his friends, parents,
check out his workmates, look for conflicts.
Well, there's Katie Peerman. That's the ex-girlfriend.
She said he's got no next of kin she knows about.
MacMANUS: What about her'?
She'd definitely gone loco down in Acapulco
when we found her in the flat.
She has agreed to come in and talk to us.
Yeah, she was gutted when we broke the news.
Everyone was gutted. Don't mean anything.
Yeah, but Why kill someone
and then go back and mess up his wardrobe?
There's no point getting up his nose if he's dead.
Is there?
Be a clever alibi, though.
What, crime of passion?
She's pretty up-front. She doesn't seem the type.
Miss Peerman stays in the frame till we get
a better reason to eliminate her than "She's not the type. "
Try and track down the mystery redhead.
Maybe she's the jealous type.
What about the Good Samaritan Mags'?
Well, unless there is prior acquaintance, I'd say no.
But she is the first point of contact with the victim,
so she also stays as a potential.
What about robbery'?
MacMANUS: No, we can rule it out.
Yeah, his wallet was untouched Still had his mobile.
You got any intelligence, Barry'?
He's got no form.
I hate innocent victims. Nothing to get a grip on.
Run his bank accounts. See if there's anything dodgy.
If what Susannah and Trinny here
say about the Gucci gear in his bathtub is right,
he's dressing very expensively for a 23-year-old.
Let's see What the postmortem brings us.
I called the pathologist.
He's scheduled first up in the morning.
Take Eva with you. Introduce her to Dr. Death.
Right. Everyone go home, get some rest.
Don't think there's any more we can do tonight.
Morning, ma'am.
Oh, you on top of this stabbing, Trevor'?
- No problems. - Good.
And how's your new girl Eva Sharpe, doing?
Fine, ma'am.
You can speak freely, Trevor. It's just us.
Well, I asked around her old manor.
Apparently she's not just Sharpe by name.
I don't follow.
Word is she cuts both ways. Not necessarily a team player.
Ah.
I think she's really interesting.
She'll be an asset.
Sorry, ma'am, but you asked.
Yeah, the thing is, Trevor, it wasn't really a question.
I just want you to make it work.
You're up early.
What makes you think I've been asleep?
'Cause you've got that warm just-tumbled-out-of-bed glow.
Bless you for lying.
This is D.C. Sharpe. She's just joined us.
My commiserations.
- What's the story? - Keen, isn't she'?
Mr. Villarin was stabbed with a weapon with a circular profile.
A screwdriver?
No. You'd get a torn entry wound.
It's clean. Sharp-ended.
Look at the bruising 'round the wound.
Hexagonal. Rounded edges.
Come on. You're dying to tell us.
An ice pick.
Aldrin Tool Company. Massachusetts, U.S. of A.
The dimensions of the bruise match the handguard perfectly.
- We got lucky. - So did the killer.
Single hit. Speared the kidney.
Died from a massive internal bleed.
Thanks.
Oh, two more things about a wound like that.
First, he may not have realized he was stabbed.
Might have thought he'd been bumped into and walked on a bit.
Secondly, the M.O. matches a professional hit technique
favored in the Cold War by the Soviets.
You're too young to remember that.
It's on the database. But thanks.
What we looking at'?
Pictures from Mags Alderton's phone.
The nurse who was taking his picture when he went down.
Who's that?
- Apparently it's her flatmate. - Ooh!
That's the first time I've seen you excited about something
that doesn't come with a hard drive.
Yeah, very funny.
Right, back in your boxes. Listen up.
The murder weapon was an ice pick.
Very Sharon Stone.
Down, boy. Rosie'?
The wound matches an old Soviet M.O.
So the fatal blow was either very lucky
or a professional kill.
Do you think he has any ties to these Baltic gangsters?
He is Lithuanian.
Let's try to avoid racial stereotyping
and keep an open mind, yeah'?
As far as we know
he's got no form and no next of kin in this country.
Now, if it is a professional hit, we need to know why.
Is it something to do with his job?
He works in a phone shop.
I mean, that could be a connection.
Rosie and Eva, get 'round to his work.
Have a sniff.
Jed, Simon, let's work on retracing his movements
immediately prior to death.
Barry, look at similar M.O.s on the stabbing.
I'll interview this Katie Peerman,
the ex-girlfriend, when she gets here.
I tried the number from the phone-tag game.
It was a pay-as-you-go. It's probably a throwaway.
But I'd like to keep following up on the game.
I don't know.
Don't think anyone gets killed 'cause of a game.
That's a bit rich coming from a Millwall supporter.
You should do stand-up.
All right. Run with it.
So you'd rather be stuck in here on that thing
than out on the street with me - Is that it'?
I know What you're doing.
- What's all that about? - What?
Eva Sharpe.
D.C.I. Wishart's little golden girl'?
You're rattling her cage,
and she hasn't even got her feet under the table.
I made some calls, asked around.
So why don't we give her a chance
and see What We think of her
rather than relying on gossip from the old boys' network?
You want to play big sis, mother hen, be my guest.
Sod off. I do enough mothering at home, thanks.
No, it's a good idea.
Since Wishart's dumped her on me, I'm gonna delegate
her well-being down to you, all right'?
Eva.
So, What was he saying?
MacMANUS: Sorry?
The boss. You were talking about me, no'?
- Oh, don't worry. - Why should I Worry?
New squads are like new shoes.
No matter how lovely they are in the shop,
they take a bit of getting used to.
Never had a problem with new shoes.
Want to bet Ed was meant to unlock the shop this morning'?
Want to bet that's the boss'?
Excuse me. Can we have a word, please?
Who are you'? The police?
And you're Ed Villarin's boss, right?
No. I'm his father.
Right. It turns out that our victim does have a father.
So Why didn't he tell his girlfriend'?
MacMANUS: Don't know.
Don't tell my girlfriends everything.
What makes you think they'd want to hear it'?
You two carry on your double act 'round the victim's flat.
Rosie, interview the dad.
I'm gonna talk to the girlfriend.
- You gonna be okay? - No.
No, I'm - I'm not going to be okay.
Yeah, it can feel like that.
My father was a soldier.
He always said you don't feel the bullet that kills you.
How would he know'?
Died in his sleep.
I'm sorry about your son.
I come to this country when he was born.
I can't live with his mother.
He takes her name, Villarin.
I work hard. I send money.
But it's not the same. I miss 17 years.
I miss the start of his life.
Now he misses the rest of it.
How can I help'?
By telling me about your son.
We have a saying -
If you know the victim, he'll lead you to the killer.
Well, um... Well...
Ed was a good boy. He was a very good boy.
He was bad news.
Well...
I shouldn't be speaking ill of the dead, right?
I'll tell you What -
Death gives you a bloody big dose of perspective.
It certainly does.
Poor bugger.
Was gonna take over the world, you know?
- Ambitious? - Yeah.
He liked winning, he liked money, and he liked sex.
In that order.
Bit of a bad boy.
Don't we girlies love that in a man'?
MacMANUS: Someone may have been angry enough with him to kill.
Did he have any business problems,
something that may have gone sour'?
No, no, no, no. He was honest.
People could see that.
Sounds like a very good son.
Better than I was a father.
He was a spoilt little brat.
What does that say about me'?
You like dangerous blokes.
How clichéd is that?
How dangerous?
We had a row.
- Actually we rowed quite a bit - About the redhead?
No. I haven't...
hadn't, I guess, confronted him.
That's What the brilliant
"don't get mad, get his shirts" plan was all about.
Seemed a lot funnier before he was dead.
I wish Double had kept his mouth shut.
"Double"?
Yeah, he's a mate of Ed's.
Told me about the affair.
He said, she said.
Could have been talking about two different Eds.
Just your standard schizophrenic.
Why can't life be simple?
Simple for Katie. Her alibi checks out.
She was drinking with two girlfriends
at the time of the stabbing.
Gov? - Yeah.
Forensics were copying the SIM card on the victim's phone
and noticed this.
It's the IMEl number.
I know. So What?
Our boy's got two.
It's been reskinned.
The original number is part of a batch stolen
from a truck hijack in Sweden, resold here as factory fresh.
MacMANUS: Doesn't make sense,
bloke working in a phone shop using a hooky mobile.
He'd get all the kit as the latest demo, wouldn't he'?
Unless they're selling dodgy gear.
Long red hairs in the bathroom.
So the redhead exists.
Yeah.
You got anything?
No. Nothing to put in a bag.
You seen these?
Yeah. It's a trophy wall.
You can tell who he's
really in love with, though can't you'?
What, the brunette? One of the blondes'?
- Can't see that redhead, though. - Himself, I mean.
Look, there's all these different dolly birds
in most of these pictures,
but there isn't a single one without him in it.
Yeah, you're right. It's all about him, innit?
Of course. He's a bloke, isn't he'?
Ooh.
Here you are.
- What are those? - Car keys.
Which car'?
Search me. It's a VW.
They'll all be VW's 'round here, won't they?
It's that sort of neighborhood.
No, all you need is a bit of the Vorsprung durch Technik.
Do that again.
Excuse me!
Oi! Oi!
- What you doing? - You Ed Villarin?
No.
Police officer!
You're nicked!
- Stay down. - All right. All right.
How stupid do you feel now eh, genius?
You all right?
Yeah. So are you.
What are the odds of the dad being bent?
Maybe he's a great liar.
But my gut'? He's straight.
Nevertheless, a stock check at his warehouse wouldn't go amiss.
Hello. What happened to you'?
Arrested a suspect with me nose.
Caught him lifting them out of Ed's car.
Can I see those phones?
Who was he'?
Gave his name as Bob the Builder.
Yeah, we suspect it's an alias.
You all right?
Get your nose seen to, then head back to the phone shop.
Look for more of these phones.
I'm gonna have a word with Mr. Builder.
Hello, Bob.
Or do you prefer Dave'?
MacMANUS: I wouldn't either.
Nasty previous you got here, Dave.
GBH, armed robbery, blackmail.
And now you're nicking stuff out of cars.
Bit of a comedown, isn't it'?
You want to tell us how those stolen phones
come to be shifted from our victim's car to your van'?
Your attack bitch assaulted me.
You should keep her on a tight leash.
I reckon that's suable.
Big word, Dave.
Three whole syllables.
Let's stick to two.
As in murder.
You kill Ed Villarin?
Thought you'd shift stuff from his GTI
since he wouldn't be needing it'?
I was repossessing something for a mate.
And which of your many unpleasant known associates
would that be'?
I forget.
- Any iffy gear? - Not yet, no.
Hey, What are you doing here'?! What the hell is going on'?!
Look.
You close my shop!
What - What are you doing'?!
We're investigating your son's death, Mr. Biartoulis.
He died in your streets, not in my shop!
Look, I know you want to help
but we're just doing our job, okay?
You open boxes! You - You break factory seals!
How am I gonna tell customers this is a new phone
if it's already open?!
Mr. Biartoulis,
we are not accusing you or Ed of anything, all right'?
But maybe one of your employees was up to something.
Maybe Ed found out, and he paid the price.
So we need to check every angle.
You're right. I- I'm sorry.
I don't normally get this angry.
It's okay.
Having your son killed isn't exactly normal either.
My staff. I trust them.
Ed trusts them.
Everyone has bad employees sometimes, you know?
No. No, if I have a bad employee, I fire them.
Ed fires them.
Did, um - Did Ed fire anyone recently?
Ed fired another shift boss a couple of Weeks ago.
It was a guy called Kareem.
Right, now, the father said he had a bit of a ruck with him
in the alleyway at the back of the shop.
Get his national insurance number. Track him down.
- Maybe he had a grudge. - I'm on it.
- So how's the new girl doing? - She did well, boss.
- Hit someone else, did she'? - No, no.
The dad was about to kick off, and she talked him down.
Tell you what - She can think on her feet as well as move.
Finding anything interesting about the game'?
Yeah, there's an organizing figure called Control.
Bad news is nobody meets him. But...
...there is a Web space for it,
which is how people know where to go to play.
That costs, so there'll be a credit card behind it.
I'm going after that.
It's a bit off the wall isn't it'?
There's one sicko called Wet Boy,
talks about killing like it's a game.
"Wet boy's" slang for "assassin. "
Yeah, that's right.
You should see some of the other chat strands.
Very graphic.
Well, the Internet's full of sick stuff.
That's What it's for.
Gov.
Guess who owns the van that Bob the Builder was driving'?
Postman Pat'?
Ray Morgan.
It's a South London handler, innit?
Calling Morgan a handler
is like saying Jordan's slightly top-heavy.
You got history with him, right?
I've used him as an informant when it's suited him.
Phone a friend'?
Fancy some fresh air'?
Didn't know you were a sailor, Morgan.
Fresh air is good for you.
And the Wind's horrible on microphones.
You wearing one'?
No.
You're looking Well.
Drink your coffee before it gets cold.
You've got more hair than the last time I saw you.
I know.
It's all paid for. You want to see the receipts?
I don't give a monkey's. I'm only interested in murder.
Well, you know you're talking to the Wrong bloke.
Edvinas Villarin.
Did you have him killed'?
Are you on drugs'?
Only the caffeine.
- You have aggro with him'? - I have aggro with everyone.
But you know my previous.
I may wheel and deal, but there's no blood in it.
The Worst anyone's ever got from me or mine is a fat lip.
Violence is What you resort to if you're stupid.
Like Dave Day, who I presume gave you my name.
- Who? - Exactly.
You're not stupid either.
You know I'm not into that.
Especially right now.
- What do you mean, "right now"? - You know What I mean.
Even if I was the killing kind
you think I'd do something that extreme with all this attention?
I don't follow'?
Blimey.
You lot really don't talk to each other, do you'?
That's quite a cheery thought.
I better go.
Stay lucky.
MacMANUS: Did you get anything?
Got something.
MacMANUS: Is he straight?
No.
But I don't think he's our bloke.
- What's going on'? - Don't look.
- MacMANUS: Well, who is it? - Bad news.
You know D.I. Ruddy.
- Vince. - Trevor.
What can we do you for'?
Too damn late for that. You done it.
Ray Morgan interest your mob, does he'?
It's a long-term op.
Forging IMEl numbers is a quantum leap
ahead of just fencing nicked phones.
You rattling Morgan's cage'? Just What I don't need.
Catch on, Vince.
He already knows you're Watching him.
- You screwed up. - And you haven't'?
Accusing Dave Day of murder although he initially mistook
one of your D.C.s for the victim?
- How does that work'? - How does he know that'?
Fine. Fair's fair.
I want any material he has that may help my investigation.
You can't hijack my stuff.
Murder beats pirate goods any day of the week.
Right, ma'am'?
Lovely tea, ma'am.
Don't push it, Trevor.
Here goes.
One tape.
If it's your wife and the donkey, I've already seen it.
Trevor, that is hardly appropriate with a dead kid
and no progress on the case.
Take it seriously.
Do the honors, Barry.
This must be the back of Biartoulis's phone shop.
MacMANUS: That's Ed. Who's the other bloke?
Called Kareem. Used to work there.
Hold on. That's the one that got fired, isn't it'?
Yeah, that's right. Yeah.
Oh! That'll chafe in the morning.
He's not holding back, is he'?
Hang on. Here's Dad.
Oh, just one big happy family, aren't they?
Right. Let's go.
This Kareem - What's his name?
Dobar.
I thought you were gonna trace him
through his national insurance number'?
Now works down the road at a shop called Techgalaxy.
Rosie, get down there.
You've seen the tape. You know the question.
- Take Eva. - What about the father?
First things first.
Let's talk to the guy that's just had a crack at him.
What have you got'?
Yeah, well, the forensics did come back
on the hair from the bathroom.
DNA on the mystery redhead?
No DNA. Uh, but she has got a plastic personality.
Well, it was synthetic hair, you know? It was a Wig.
Save the jokes when you're gonna give me something good, yeah'?
Simon, any joy with finding out
who pays for this Fone Tag Web site?
No, it turns out the ISP account
was paid for by a credit card in Japan,
which isn't very likely.
Stolen credit card, right?
It belonged to a 50-year-old tourist,
so, yeah, I think so.
Japanese police are checking her background
just in case she's the famous Tokyo ice-pick Killer.
Dead end. Anything else'?
Um, yeah, I was gonna requestion Mags Alderton,
the nurse, see What more she can give us
on this Control from the game.
So, What you doing here'? Take him with.
Now. Go.
Hate shops like these.
Full of kids blinding you with science and selling you stuff
that you need a pilot's license to work properly.
Yeah.
I think it's a generational thing.
My mum's like that too.
Hi there. Can I help you'?
Yeah. D.C. Sharpe. This is D.S. MacManus.
Looking for a Kareem Dobar.
Double.
Avon calling.
"Double"?
Double as in cream. Double "Kareem"?
I know. It's Well cheesy, but...
- Sorry, ladies, do you... - Tell us about Mr. Villarin.
- Ed's a spoiled daddy's boy. - Ed's dead.
Can you tell us where you were between 7:00 and 9:30
on Tuesday night?
Is that when it happened'?
I was having dinner with my fiancée and her parents.
And they can confirm that?
They don't like me much, but I don't think they'd lie
to fit me up for murder.
That is Why you're asking, isn't it?
You had a fight with Mr. Villarin prior to dismissal.
Ed ran one shift at U-Phonixx. I ran the other.
He wanted me to sell some dodgy phones off the books
without his dad knowing.
He was a greedy little sod.
We had words. He fired me.
- You attacked him. - No Way.
Any aggro, he started it.
What aren't you telling us, Kareem?
I told him if he messed with me,
I was gonna tell his dad about the affair he was having.
- Why should his dad care'? - Because it was with his wife.
Is she a redhead?
No. Black hair.
We saw her dropping Artyom off outside his phone shop.
No, no, no. That don't mean nothing.
Lola changes her hair like I change my shreddies.
And did you carry out this threat?
What, tell his dad? Hell yeah.
Little turd chipped my tooth.
Didn't owe him nothing.
How did he take it'? The dad.
Weird, man.
He was sort of chilled.
Not like he knew.
More like he was, I don't know expecting it.
So you think that he was killed because of the game?
Do you'?
I've been awake all night just Wondering.
I don't, um...
- I don't think you want this - Black's fine.
The thing is, I need to find out how the game's organized,
who's in charge.
It's - It's not really that structured.
Um, fragmented nature of the thing is part of the attraction.
Sorry. I mean, can you understand?
No, no. I get it. I get it.
Yeah, it's a buzz, playing.
It's like you're in the city,
but the city's sort of hyperreal.
Like you're in your own movie
and everyone else are the extras.
Didn't use the milk from the fridge, did you? It's minging.
I'm Lee. Housemate.
I'm Jed. This is Simon. We're police.
Mags is helping us about, you know, last night.
Um, Lee introduced me to the game.
I just thought it would be a laugh, good Way to unwind.
How wrong was I'?
We're trying to find Control.
Do you know how we might get in contact?
I don't know. I just play the game.
It's a brain clearer. It's exciting.
Yeah, I can see that.
Work hard, play hard, leave a beautiful corpse.
Do you want to look at my computer? It's upstairs.
Yeah, sure.
It's just up here.
I've already checked the Web space.
It was paid for with a stolen credit card. Dead end.
Yeah, but in the beginning the game was smaller
and the e-mails came from a different address to now.
There you go.
The organizer before Control was Mercador.
Is the game dangerous?
Why do you ask'?
Because Mags is too freaked to play any more.
She won last week, so she should be the target next game.
That's how it works. I'm gonna take her place.
Right. Thanks.
If it isn't safe, I'll - I'll call you.
Thanks, man.
Do you think that's a motive for murder'?
Son sleeps with stepmother, father gets all vengeful?
- Kill your own kid'? - You can't rule it out.
Explore every possibility. That's the name of the game.
I mean no contact with Ed till he was 17.
Yeah, maybe that's - that's Why Ed was such a user.
Figured he'd lost out and he was gonna screw people
for everything he could get.
- Makes sense. - Do you think that...
No.
- Go on. - The dad.
I know he was the one who abandoned Ed,
but when they finally got together,
maybe Ed wasn't the son that he'd always wanted,
and maybe the dad was the one who was angry -
you know, really angry -
and then the affair just pushed him over the edge.
Yeah. You put that very Well.
You're gonna be good at this.
Well, you are.
Just one word of advice, though.
- What? - Lighten up.
Not...
Okay.
Okay, it's a deal.
You do me one favor, though.
The D.I. What's his problem?
It's not personal.
- Ah... - No, it's not.
Look, Trevor's only been a D.I. for six months.
And for two of those,
his boss was one of the old boys' network.
You know, allowed him to do whatever he wanted to do.
And then Wishart came along.
Trevor's got to prove himself.
And you, well, you're a challenge.
Why?
Because you're gonna be very good at this.
And because it was the D.C.I. that spotted your potential.
Not Trevor'?
You'll see.
He's a pussycat.
Dad walked out on him, right?
Missed 17 years of his life, he said.
Why?
Well, they can't have a normal father-son relationship.
Yeah, but surely that would be Ed resenting the dad,
not a grudge the other Way 'round.
MacMANUS: Exactly.
It explains why he might have had a thing with the stepmum
to rub his dad's nose in it,
but it doesn't make the dad hostile to the son.
In fact, I'd say his pathology runs the other Way.
Sounds like he overcompensated by showering Ed
with all this stuff to make up for his absence.
So when the kid shagged his stepmother,
maybe the dad remembers all this stuff he's lavished upon him,
gets twice as angry at the ingratitude and betrayal.
What do you want to do'?
The dad and the stepmother, Lola, are both suspects now.
But we haven't got enough on them to arrest them.
Need to talk to them separately
without raising their suspicions.
You know how it goes.
Make them think they have to talk to us
even though they could turn 'round and tell us to get lost.
There you go.
You want to talk to Lola'?
It's just what I told you about victimology, Mr. Biartoulis.
We need to talk to everyone that knew him,
help us build up a profile.
Well, I'm sorry.
She's out - She's - She's out of town.
She's in Brussels. She shops.
I called her. I spoke to her about Ed.
She's coming back this afternoon.
You want I should call her again?
No, no, no. It's not urgent.
Perhaps she can give us a call when she's back.
Thanks.
Great.
Right.
I've checked the airlines. She lands at 14:55.
We can meet her at customs
before she has a chance to get her story straight.
Right. Here's how we go.
Rosie and I will divert Mrs. Biartoulis.
I want you to stop Mr. Biartoulis
and invite him to join us for a further interview.
He'll be waiting at the arrivals gate.
I don't want them to meet.
I don't want them to see each other.
No, I can't actually talk right now.
It's not a good time. I need to...
Yeah.
This must be the Brussels flight.
They look Belgian.
She doesn't.
Yeah.
Yeah, Well - Well, that's fine.
Just...
What do you mean?
Yeah, well, fax it to me.
Mrs. Biartoulis?
Oh, right. Here we go again.
Just 'cause I'm in the short skirt
and Butch here wants to get her jollies with the cavity search.
"Butch"?
We're the police, Mrs. Biartoulis.
Now, if you want the cavity search
you'll have to see our colleagues in customs here.
We'd like to ask you a few questions, please.
Right. Well, who's gonna get me bags'?
Art. What's going on'?
Lola'? What's happening? Lola!
- Sharpe, Where the hell are you'? - Lola!
- Sorry, boss. - I don't want to hear it.
Deal with that now! Now!
Lola!
- All right. Just move it. - Can you not believe it'?
- Mr. Biartoulis. - Who are you'?
Look, can you please make your Way -
- Lola! - Look, it's fine.
They're gonna talk. We're gonna talk.
- On - Wan!
Gannet. Go on, then.
You're just in a good mood
because you met the lovely flatmate Lee.
She of the candid shower shot.
Grow up.
I'm pleased 'cause the chat room has got a link
to Wet Boy's Web site.
Says he's an ex-CIA/MI6 assassin.
Gives people advice on how to kill up close.
Even dares them to do it.
Says that actually killing someone
might be the next level of gaming.
Calls it "thrillkill" or "realkill. "
Does he organize the game'?
Maybe, maybe not.
I've got Computer Crime
trying to get an address to go with the username.
Look at this.
It's got pictures of the guns he has.
Quite an armory.
Do sound dangerous.
Yeah, mind you, when I'm in the chat rooms,
I'm hung like a donkey and look like Brad Pitt.
All right. Don't ask.
When Sharpe appears, send her in to me.
You were talking on the phone,
and you let Biartoulis walk right past you.
I was on the phone to my solicitor.
You don't have a personal life when you're here.
None of us do. You leave it at home.
- Don't talk to me about home. - What?
That What the call was about.
I'm in a custody battle.
Are you stupid or just disobedient'?!
Did you not understand the order or decide to make up your own'?
Sir.
What the hell does that mean? "Sir"?
- I was Wrong. - You was What?!
I've already made it very clear to her that she screwed up.
Good. Now I'm telling her.
No. You're telling the whole floor.
Sharpe, out now.
- You know I'm right. - No. You're Wrong.
You've been looking for an excuse, Trevor.
But you can't get her off the squad.
'Cause, one, she doesn't deserve it
and, two, Wishart won't let it happen.
She's invested in Eva.
Look, I'm just talking as a mate here.
Don't go there. She won't let you do it.
Right. Room two, Mr. Biartoulis.
- How dare you'? - Sorry'?
I don't need anyone in there fighting my corner.
- Do you want to slow down'? - No.
You made me look weak. Like I can't take my lumps.
I screwed up. He was right.
I don't need gender solidarity or some crap like that.
We've got the prime suspect to interview.
Yeah?
Ah. I know that look.
That looks like a D.S. caught between a D.I. and a D.C.
It gets better.
Screwing around's not against the law.
I mean, how can it be'?
Politicians make the laws
and they go at it like dogs with two dicks.
Do you want to take your time'? Calm down a bit.
Have some water.
I don't need water, thanks. I had a bath this morning.
Yeah, well, try calming down a bit, then. Sit down.
Would you be calm if a pile of plod met you at the airport
and said they were gonna ruin your marriage?
Sit! We haven't ruined your marriage.
No, but you're going to, aren't you'?
You know, I've met blokes like you.
Not getting enough at home,
so buggered if anyone else should have any fun.
Can see you getting a big moralistic stiffy
just thinking about it.
Affair? What do I know about affair?
I know nothing about this until you tell me!
You didn't know about it until now'?
Why would I lie'?
You never confronted your son about it'?
How could I'? I didn't know.
But Kareem tells us that he told you.
Can you explain what's going on here'?
Yeah, you - you want me to say that I - that I shout at him
because - because he sleeps with Lola'?
No. No.
I shout at him because he wants to bring stolen phones
into the business.
- I don't want that. - So it wasn't about the affair?
No!
Look...
I know about the affair.
I'm an old man. I've got a younger wife.
I know What to see and when to look away.
I tell you I don't know.
Because pretending not to know is What I do.
It didn't make you angry?
No.
It didn't even make me ashamed.
I got too much shame already.
You really think your husband
didn't know about the affair?
It wasn't an affair. It was just sex. Angry sex.
- Who's angry? - Everyone's angry.
I'm not.
Yeah, well, you're gonna be, sunshine.
Because if you're trying to say that Art killed Ed,
you'll be very disappointed.
And Why is that?
Because killing Ed would be like suicide.
And?
Well, it would be like Art killing himself.
Because he loved him so much'?
My heart bleeds.
No, not your heart, love. Art's kidneys.
You said that you couldn't live with Ed's mother.
When he was born. You said you had to leave.
Then 17 years later you reestablish contact.
And two years after that, he's offering you a kidney.
He didn't offer.
I- I asked.
So all this stuff that you gave him -
the flat, car, job -
was that for the 17 years or for the kidney'?
It's none of your business.
It was between me and between him.
It was our deal.
And Lola'?
He just - He just added her to the price.
His pound of flesh.
I don't want to burst your balloon, but -
It's popped.
Barry spoke to the doctor at the hospital.
Story confirmed.
He was on dialysis when Ed was killed.
Just to clinch it.
What about Lola'?
Well, the kid could have pushed the Wrong button,
threatened her marriage, her meal ticket?
She was with at the hospital with her husband.
I've had to let them go.
I guess he's the forgiving type. Look.
Oh! Like I said, I'm sorry!
What do you think?
This wasn't supposed to happen.
Nice shirt.
Maybe not.
- Boss? - What?
You won the lottery
or have they announced "Star Trek" reruns?
We got Wet Boy.
One of the tracker programs
untangled his system of rerouters and pulled an address
based on a credit-card receipt subscribing to a defunct ISP.
- Translation. - We know Where he lives.
MacMANUS: Who or what is Mercador'?
Is that another username for Wet Boy'?
Maybe, maybe not.
We think it's the username for Control, who runs the game.
"Mercador" means "shopkeeper" in Spanish.
You don't spend your holidays on the Costa
without picking up the lingo.
You ready to convince us?
Right, there's two strong causes to apprehend,
one big reason to get SO19 to kick down the door for us.
You make the case for SO19, I'll take it to the D.C.I.
Fire away.
One, he's strongly linked to the Web site
Where they talk about this Fone Tag game.
Two, he says he's always armed, that he's killed before.
This is a picture of What he calls his armory.
And, three, you can see from this, this, and this
that Wet Boy was writing a virtual how-to manual
on this murder.
Now, here he actually provides
an anatomical diagram of our very kill.
And the pathologist was right.
It was called the "diplomat's kill" by the KGB
because it was discreet yet effective.
Good enough.
- Room clear! - Room clear!
Room clear!
- Room clear! - Room clear!
What's up?
Shh, shh.
Armed police!
Stay down! Stay still!
Where's the gun'?! Where's the gun'?!
Stay still!
Where's the gun'?!
The gun was a toy.
He's no ex-assassin, CIA, or MI6 or anything.
Only thing he's a fugitive from is Weight Watchers.
What's that smell?
They don't call him Wet Boy for nothing.
I think he got a fright when we kicked the door in.
I didn't do anything! I assume a persona.
It's no Worse than Dungeons & Dragons.
It is when you incite people
and I end up with dead bodies on my patch.
It's just a game.
Yeah, but how far do you take it'?
It's just talk.
This isn't, though, is it'?
You got a picture of my crime scene.
I'd say that makes you very, very compromised.
I wasn't there.
Clearly. So where'd you get the picture?
All his computers, the TV, the stereo - Box it!
I want it down the station We need to go through it.
- Take my stuff'?! - It's evidence!
You can't take my stuff!
- Unplug it! - No!
You help me or I take your eyes and your ears,
and you end up with nothing to look at but yourself.
You want to do that'?
- Mercador. - Who?
He's just a guy I met in chat rooms.
He plays the game.
He told me he had pictures. He told me that...
What? He'd done it'?
I thought he was making it up.
He e-mailed me the picture.
I'll tell him. Thanks. Cheers, mate.
Boss, it's Barry. He's found something on the CCTV.
MacMANUS: I love old black-and-white movies.
Did you see it'? See what'?
The stabbing.
Of course you didn't You know why'?
Don't tease, Baz.
It happened While the taxi
was blocking the newsagents' CCTV camera.
So you're psychic now, are you'?
No.
Now, I've got the council's CCTV on the other side of the taxi.
Again.
Again and slower.
See?
- There. No one notices.
And you've got the kill on tape'?
- Exactly. - You beauty.
Tell me you got a clearer picture of him
from one of the other CCTV cameras.
- No, not really. - Brilliant.
Kept his head down.
MacMANUS: Well, he would, wouldn't he'?
I think I know who he is. We've got him on tape.
Well, you're welcome to scan it all again,
but I can assure you I've looked at all the CCTV.
No, no, no. Not CCTV.
Jed, you remember.
We turned the crime-scene video onto them.
They were all mooning all of them -
all of them - except him.
- There. - MacMANUS: Nice work.
All we got to do now is look at every kid
with a hoodie in the city.
Can only be three million of them.
You never give up, do you'?
Oh, thanks.
You know, it's got to be the game.
I just don't know how the pieces fit together.
Here.
Right, so there's no chance that that -
that salad dodger is the bloke in the hoodie?
He's only 300 pound heavier than the bloke in the video.
Mind you, I can't help wondering
if he's not just another sick puppy
influenced by the same thing.
- Could be anyone, right'? Face in the crowd.
Just a bloke in a hooded top, innit?
Mr. Everykid.
Just like the victim.
Maybe this is the one that got away.
No, it can't be.
I don't some to work to let killers get away.
I some to work to put them away.
And we're the only people
that kid on the slab's got going for him.
- Well, What about Kareem? - Well, it's no grudge, really.
I mean, he's got the sack,
but he's earning 30% more in his new job.
We checked the pay slips.
The stepmother domestic angle tanked.
Morgan the fence, he has no motive.
Knowing he was under surveillance,
he's not even gonna park on a yellow line, let alone murder.
That's it. Tank empty.
Tell me something good 'cause we're running on fumes here.
All right, two terms from my investigation coincide -
Mercador and ice pick.
Now, get this - Leon Trotsky was killed
by a Mexican communist called Ramon Mercador.
With an ice pick.
So now we're looking for a homicidal Trotskyite?
That would be a Stalinist. Technically.
Don't mind me.
That's all very interesting.
But I don't see Where it takes us.
Okay, Mercador is the username for Control.
Control runs the game.
And we now there's a connection
between Mercador and the murder weapon.
So the answer must lie somewhere in the game.
Very good. When's the next game on'?
Tonight.
- Simon. - Yeah.
You know the stolen Japanese credit card
used to set up the Fone Tag Web space?
- Yeah. It's a dead end. - Not really.
You asked them to check out the lady who owned the card.
Well, a Detective Ugato from the Tokyo prefecture
just called, and he's given us a present.
You're not gonna say she's got form'?
No. Nor does she live in Tokyo any more.
She lives here. In London.
So, what's your plan, Trevor'?
Right, Simon and I will go to the pub
Where the next game is gonna begin.
The night's target is a Lee Allanson,
a Burmese-looking girl, probably on a mountain bike.
Jed, Barry, you stay in your vehicle,
mobile, close to the area.
Keep an eye out.
Rosie, Eva, follow up this Japanese credit card theft.
How some we get credit card fraud,
and the boys get all lights, camera, action?
So do you think that's Where the answer is'?
In the game'?
You said it yourself. The killer's linked to the game.
He kills for thrills.
He obviously got off on killing Ed,
so he's likely to come back for more.
The game's on tonight. QED.
Listen.
Earlier, I didn't mean to bite your head off
for standing up for me.
How many kids have you got'?
Two.
And they're both at home Where they belong, Sarge.
You got a problem, come and talk to me.
Don't let it screw up your work.
Sarge.
I'd do the same for Simon Jed, the whole team.
- You're not a special case - Don't want to be.
Good. We'll get along just fine, then.
I'm a banker.
I've never heard of Mercador.
Last Friday I was in Paris with my wife
speaking at a conference.
And you can confirm that, can you'?
Right. Thank you.
Will there be anything else'?
Or should I contact your superiors?
Do you have a teenage son, Mr. Pattison?
Yes.
- Name'? - It's Matt.
Can we see him'?
Fine. He's in his room.
Matthew!
Matt!
You sure he's up there?
Oh, he's probably got his earphones on.
Spends hours on his computer.
He likes games?
Ought to get out and get some fresh air.
Matt!
Shall we, um - Shall we go up and see'?
Can you tell us about him'?
Oh, he's a normal boy.
They still make those, do they?
Well, he may have some issues, but...
That include stealing things, like his mother's credit cards'?
Certainly not.
Well, I'm sure not.
Matt?
Oh, dear.
I thought he was here.
Matt'?
Eva'? Call Trevor.
This is the killer.
What?
"No More Heroes. " Ring a bell?
Sorry. Punk's a bit before my time.
Not before mine.
Remember the lyrics.
"Leon Trotsky got an ice pick that made his ears burn. "
Mercador is Matt.
The game's on, and he's out there.
Where's the pub the target's heading for'?
Greenwich.
We got one chance -
Get in the game and find her before he does.
Greenwich.
Boss is getting the D.C.I.
to authorize as many other units as he can.
You know how to use that thing'?
I hope so. Got it.
If Simon's right, we're looking for a girl on a bicycle.
Fastest route's straight down the river.
Okay.
What has he done'?
I don't know for sure.
But the best thing that you can do
is tell us everything you can about Matt.
He's a boy.
Maybe...
...a bit moody sometimes, but, um...
I just don't know what you bloody want.
He -
Matt didn't react too kindly to being brought back to the U.K.
Can you blame him'?
He spent the first 13 years of his life very happy in Tokyo.
I ran the office there.
I thought a boarding school back here
would ease the transition for him before we came home
but it didn't, really.
Kids were too robust for him.
Called him names.
They painted him yellow on April Fool's Day.
It's not ideal, is it'? But the boy overreacted.
How?
Oh, just kid stuff.
He refused to go back one term, locked himself in his room!
He wouldn't speak to us!
He just kept shouting that we'd moved the goal posts on him,
that it wasn't fair.
And you forced him to go back there.
Sarge.
Excuse me.
Matt filmed the kill himself.
Here it is.
It's him.
No question.
That's great. Thanks.
I've spoken to her flatmate, Mags.
Lee is wearing a silver helmet, Day-Glo yellow jacket,
flashing lights on her back, and - this should help -
Gloworm lights on her wheels.
Really?
That's her, innit?
Lee! Lee!
Lee, pull over!
Lee. Oh, sorry, mate.
It's not her.
- Lesley. - Thanks.
He hit a boy with a glass bottle.
Lesley.
Boy had to have his eye operated on to save his sight.
I was so ashamed.
What was the fight about?
A game.
- The boy cheated? - No.
He said he wouldn't finish the game.
Matt said he had to. Said he couldn't leave.
The boy laughed at him.
Another boy, Watching,
said he'd take over from the boy who wanted to stop, but Matt...
I didn't know how important finishing things is to Matt.
It - It gives him control.
He gets very angry when people change the rules,
switch things around.
I think he got very, very angry
when we changed the rules and brought him from Japan to here.
He hates changing the rules.
Or switching players.
Yeah, Rosie'?
You're chasing the Wrong target.
Lee didn't win the game last week.
She took over from Mags Alderton.
The Good Samaritan. She was the Winner.
Yeah, but Lee's the target of the game.
Simon's the expert. You said it.
We've seen her face when we dial the number in the pub.
Yeah, but he won't see it like that.
He's very picky about rules.
You're - You're breaking up, Rosie.
Get a car 'round to Mags Alderton's house.
He's going for her.
Rosie'?
Rosie, you're breaking up.
- What's up'? - We know Where she's going.
MacMANUS: I don't know if Trevor got all that.
We need to get there fast.
Miss Alderton? This is D.C. Sharpe.
Please call me back on 07836701090 immediately.
Please do not answer the door.
- Lee. - Yes!
- What's going on'? - Are you all right?
- Yeah. - Thank God for that.
Just come with us.
- Shall we wait for backup? - No time.
Mags!
Police! Open up!
Mags!
Mags! It's police!
Open up!
Mags! Mags!
Sorry! Sorry!
Um, I was hoping that it was Lee.
Um, is she all right?
Look, I've been calling and calling her on her mobile.
You know what's going on'?
Yeah, I know that you lot are looking for her,
trying to end the game.
D.C. Tait called me.
Yeah,yeah. Are you on your own'?
Yeah, yeah. But I've closed all the windows.
- I've closed all the doors. - Right, good.
Yeah, we're just gonna check around.
Don't open the door.
Eva, upstairs. I'll do the garden.
No! - Mags!
Mags!
- Mags'? - Sorry, sorry.
I- I burned myself on the garlic. Sorry.
Nearly gave me a heart attack.
Me too.
Mags! Mags!
Matt! NO!
You won.
You lose.
- What you doing, Matt? - Playing.
Come on, killing - Killing isn't playing.
It's nothing. It's just the next level.
And what's after that, Matt?
What's the next level'?
You got to stop, Matt. You have to stop now.
- Stop now'? - Game's over.
You don't say game over. I say game over! It's my game!
- No! - All right.
- Don't try to play me. - Okay.
Yeah, you're - you're in control.
I can't hear you.
- Aah! - Get him! Take him down!
Get down! Get down! Down!
- You stay down! - You broke my arm!
- Keep down! - It'll be all right, Mags.
Honest.
Right.
Gov.
- Thanks. - My pleasure.
Right. Do you fancy some of my nuts or What?
You want to watch that. You nearly had a civil word.
Nag, nag, nag.
So the ice pick stuck in the ceiling, did it'?
Yeah, they even took a picture.
- Good job. - Thank you.
- Where's the kid'? - Where do you think?
Well, he does like things that go bleep.
Space Invaders?
Yeah. I love these old games.
Not so much of the "old. "
Used to be a demon at these back in the day.
Come on, boss.
You and biscuit boy, head to head.
Who's biscuit boy'?
Rosie'?
Cheers.
Lads do love their games.
Come on. Let's play the Winner.
Thank you.
Victim's name's Karl Anderson.
So why did you fancy this Dr. Anderson?
Everyone fancied Karl.
MacMANUS: Pethidine's a powerful painkiller.
It's also highly addictive.
There are people Watching us, aren't there?
I didn't kill him. Honest.
I'm gonna sue you for slander,
defamation of character, harassment -
Stewart Masters, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder of Karl Anderson!
Oh, yes.
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