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Are you sure this is going to be okay?
Nikky, I know these people.
Please trust me.
They won't let us down.
Are you sure?
Trust me.
Okay.
- You ready? - Yeah.
Target on site.
You got the money?
How we know these guns going to work?
What?
Sammy, come on, I've given you my word.
You keep telling me I can trust this guy.
- How you can be so sure? - Sammy.
It's the Red Mafia, man.
How I know he not going to sell me rubbish?
Stand by.
You said we could rely on this man.
What's going on here?
Hey!
Are you trying to make us drop the price?
No, he's not.
We agreed, 300 grand. Now, where's the money?
Sammy, if you pull a fast one here, I'll...
Now, stop messing about and give us the money.
50 Berettas?
Yeah, the machine guns, everything.
They're all in the van.
Take my word for it.
All right.
- Ready. - Go.
The money.
- Police! Down on the ground! - Go, go!
Police!
Game's over, Nik.
Stop!
Keep your hands in the air! Keep them up!
Drop it!
Hands!
All the time you were with me and my friends and my family.
And all the time you were... You were a cop?
You betrayed me!
Right. I thought we were brothers, huh?
Clear!
I'll get you later.
He's there! Don't move!
Stay where you are!
You let him go.
Don't blame me.
All right, I'll blame him.
Five months in the company of Russian gangsters,
risking life and limb, and all for nothing.
We got 50 Beretta sub-machine guns,
20 9-millimeter Uzis, and we made arrests.
- Nikolai got away! - We will get him.
If you don't, I'm a dead man. He bears grudges.
Where are you going?
I'm not staying with you lot.
I want to work with professionals.
All right, what's the brief?
Caston Road car park.
Cars are being stolen.
We want you to pose as an attendant.
You'll be on 12-hour shifts.
Doug here will show you the ropes.
Can I see another picture, please?
Another.
I can't help but notice that it always seems to be raining.
Do you tend to get wet in this job?
So, basically, you want me to do 12-hour shifts in the rain.
12-hour shifts, seven days a week,
as long as it takes to nick the gang taking these cars
and shipping them out to Eastern Europe with...
Murphy?
What?
It was a rookie's job. I'm with you.
You just said we weren't good enough.
You'll have to do. What have we got?
Suspicious death.
I'm your man. Never lost at Cluedo yet.
Excuse me, will you take a look at these,
the, uh, marks on the victim's shoulder?
I'm not a pathologist.
I know, but if I get any closer, I might contaminate the scene.
Will you have a look?
Go on, be a devil.
I won't tell.
My first guess, petechial hemorrhages.
What?
Contusions.
Oh, bruises.
You sure you're not a pathologist?
- But these... - Murphy.
These look like...
Murphy, can you come here, please?
In your own time.
They look like they've been made by someone's lips.
It's lipstick.
Okay, the victim checked in at 8:00 last night.
The receptionist thinks he was with a blond woman.
But she's not sure, so I'm going to find out...
Can you just give us a minute?
No, you better take this.
Suspicious death south of the river.
Sounds identical.
I've also arranged for the receptionist
to come down to the station.
Ma'am, have you notified AMIP?
What do you mean?
They're not going to pass on a double homicide.
We don't know the deaths are linked.
There's a lot of similarities.
Oh, I get it.
You think this is a chance for us to make a name for ourselves.
In that case, can I be the one that appears on "Crime Watch"?
Blood vessels are fine.
No sign of suffocation or strangulation.
Any idea when he died?
There's no sign of rigor mortis.
I'd say at least two days.
I can't be more accurate until we get back to the lab.
Yeah.
Hold on. Here's something.
It's a hair.
Blond.
Toxicology report.
They both were poisoned.
Morphine sulfate, over 300 milligrams found in the bodies.
Traces also found in one of the glasses.
Apart from the hair, she leaves no fingerprints, fibers.
Both crime scenes have been scrupulously cleaned.
But she doesn't bother to wash out the glass.
Because she knows we'll find traces in the bodies.
Okay, what have we found out about the victims... rich.
Stinking.
In their 30s, worked in the city.
- Unhappily married. - Eh?
The red roses, champagne, candlelit dinner.
You don't do that for your wife.
Both our victims visited the same health club
on the days they were killed.
Have you got the address?
The Delphi. It's near Moorgate.
Carter, find out who they were with.
Hello? Yeah, speaking.
No, we're not issuing any press statements.
What are you doing?
I don't want you to be lonely.
- Welcome to the Delphi. - Very nice.
D.S. Carter. Just making a few inquiries.
Is it possible...
This tells you all about our facilities.
You'll see we try and cater for all our clients' fitness
and sporting needs.
Are you with us, sir?
Yes.
Badminton and five-aside's
played on the indoor tennis courts.
We also offer fencing and professional coaching
at all levels.
Any questions so far?
Then we shall continue to the swimming-pool area.
Our holistic health center offers the ultimate
in executive de-stressing.
Shiatsu, Reiki, yoga.
This is Gym 1.
Gym 2's on the far side.
This will be for one-to-one with your personal trainer.
All sessions bookable through our state-of-the-art website,
which provides all members with confidential mailboxes
and exclusive access to the club chat room.
Join us later in the bar.
Here at the Delphi, we endeavor to keep abreast
of all new fitness initiatives,
which is why we have also started
a dietician's clinic every month.
These contain your confidential passwords
to our online facilities
and the rules and regulations of the club.
And that, gentlemen, concludes the tour.
Any other questions, you'll find me in the membership suite.
Please accept a complimentary drink.
I hope you decide to join.
Well, I'm certainly impressed.
Thanks.
Oh, sorry.
I don't think I've ever seen so many rich bastards
in one room before.
I know for a fact the woman over there
runs the largest accountancy firm in the city.
Bloke over there I recognize from the business pages.
- It is shameless. - Networking.
Yeah, you could call it that.
People aren't just here for business.
Are you coming over?
I would love to.
Jenny, this is...
Barry Woodcroft.
And what are you in, Barry?
Oh, the usual, you know.
Fixed incomes, securities,
asset swaps.
Do you find it difficult,
coming up with a transaction that suits both parties?
Ah, it's not easy.
Yeah. Do you want to join us?
No, no, no, I'm needed at the office.
Well...
Um...
What did you mean people aren't just here for business?
You don't know?
No.
People come here to cheat on their wives and husbands.
I believe the phrase is "married but flirting."
Not my scene, personally.
I'll stick to business.
- Robert. - All right, mate.
They might as well call it Fling City.
It's a dating agency for millionaires.
They've even got a chat room on the website.
That fits in with what we're finding out about the victims.
Serial philanderers, anything in a skirt.
I hate men like that.
What does it tell us about the killer?
That she gets off on seducing married men.
Or punishing adulterous men.
Ah, divine retribution.
She thinks she's God.
We're looking for a woman with a great white beard,
quite old.
Ma'am.
Okay, we've hacked into the club's files
and we've downloaded pictures of every blond female.
This is a name that came up at the club,
Patricia Morris.
I was told both her victims played squash with her regularly
over the past few weeks.
The second victim was in her company on the day he died.
What do we know about her apart from the fact that she's fit?
No record,
she's a successful broker, and married.
She's here.
Diane, thanks for coming in.
This won't take long.
Now, you were on the front desk when Mr. Tate checked in.
There was no one else with you at any time?
No.
Does anything else spring to mind?
I didn't look at her, really.
I know she was a blonde.
Okay, now, I know you said you can't remember her face,
but I want you to take a look at those photographs.
What?
I'm not sure.
It's possible maybe.
She looks familiar.
Okay, thanks for coming in.
Elaine will see you out.
I say let's bring in Patricia Morris.
We can question her, see if she's got any alibis.
She'll have the best lawyers.
We've got no evidence. We'll get nowhere near her.
Well, what else can we do?
We need more on her.
You're going to join the health club
and get to know Patricia Morris.
After you.
Right, your payment's gone through,
your membership has been cleared.
Now, who are you?
Barry Woodcroft. I'm a new member.
- Work? - Fixed-income securities.
Thanks. It's lovely here.
Interests?
- Opera. - Why opera? I hate opera.
You are supposed to be a rich banker.
You have got to think "sophisticated."
In that case, I want a proper brief.
It's all down to good portfolio management,
sustaining the yield curve, measuring risk, bond swapping.
And I want a car that goes with the image.
Somebody leave the kettle on?
You found me, then.
Sorry?
You've been following me around for the last half-hour.
Oh, come on, 20 minutes max.
I just wondered if you got my e-mail.
I, uh, well, obviously, I've seen you around,
saw your details.
You like opera?
Oh, yes.
I'm a bit nervous, actually.
This is all new to me.
I've never had to break the ice in a steam room before.
Look, Barry, thanks for your nice message.
But I'm sorry.
I don't think I'm the kind of woman you're after.
I'm not interested in
whatever you're interested in.
Stimulating conversation.
Okay, if you want to meet, we'll meet.
You can tell me all about opera.
If you insist.
But that's all.
I got the same.
You got to ask yourself why she comes here.
Robert. I saw you earlier.
Barry.
Welcome to the best club in the world, Barry.
- Married? Me, too. - Mm.
And until I came here, I was like most married men.
My heart was beating, but I was clinically dead.
Thanks.
You'll love this place, Barry. You just...
Hi.
It's great here.
You just set up a date with some woman
who's cheating on her husband,
which is a turn-on in itself.
You meet, have a great time.
And when you go home, you tell your wife
you had an emergency meeting with a client.
That easy?
I'll tell you what works best for me,
if you're interested.
If I see a woman I fancy, I don't play the big shot.
I don't tell her about my project management business
making millions.
Well, sometimes I do. It depends.
But the women here know we're all loaded.
Otherwise, we wouldn't be here.
Now, what I found works best for me,
what gives me that something extra,
is just being a bit...
What?
Vulnerable.
Ah.
I find that if I come over all...
I've got this look, and I know it works.
Like what? Show me.
I don't know.
No, no, come on, come on, show me.
Please. I want to learn.
I just look at a woman as if...
as if I'm wounded.
Wounded?
What, like this, you mean?
Ow!
Or this?
All I'm saying is, women like men...
- Men in bandages. - Vulnerability.
Oh, right.
So, which one of us vulnerable men is she looking at?
Hi.
Yes.
You haven't called me back.
Why, Robert?
Look at me.
Um, I'll just go and see what's happened to the drinks.
I should have warned you about him.
So, when are we going to meet up
for that stimulating conversation?
Tonight?
I'm busy.
After you.
Annie, I was told you had everything under control.
D.I. Gold, AMIP.
So, why can't you leave the case with us?
This could be a serial killer.
We could deal with it.
Cases like this occur once in a blue moon.
They need careful handling.
I beg your pardon.
Specialist handling.
Look, do you want to argue with me down there?
I knew him at Hendon.
- He hates me. - Why?
I once saw him naked and laughed.
You definitely spotted this victim at the club?
Yeah.
Which proves we're on the right track.
We are building a case around the prime suspect.
Uh, excuse me.
Hey!
Just give us a second, will you?
Murphy has already made contact with our first suspect,
who we know socialized with the first two victims.
She's been positively identified by a hotel receptionist.
And she wants to meet.
So?
So Murphy and the suspect go on a date.
And if she kills me, bingo, we've got a result.
Hello, Barry.
And how are you finding our facilities?
Oh, fantastic. I love it.
Good, good.
Well, have a pleasant visit and come again soon.
- I'll see you soon. - Bye.
Swim?
No, I forgot me arm bands.
I'll wait for you in there.
You got lucky, then.
I took your advice, gave her a wounded look.
She got us tickets to the opera.
- Jammy so-and-so! - You're doing all right.
Strictly business, I'm afraid.
Not like that girl the other night. She seemed upset.
One date and she won't leave me alone.
They're not all like her, though, thank God.
Mind if I join you?
Be my guest.
So, how come you've managed to resist the charms
of our good friend Robert Eaglan?
He must have tried it on.
I thought it was compulsory here.
There must be somebody who's taken your fancy.
I've done my yoga, and I've had my swim.
I'm just here to relax.
Sorry.
What about furthering your career?
It's a shame.
I thought we could, you know, talk shop,
get into a bit of bond swapping.
I could show you how I sustain my yield curve.
What, and I can show you my portfolios?
Well, if you're not interested.
Afraid not.
I think I'm going to have to stop coming here.
It's all getting a bit relentless.
Okay, I'll beat a retreat.
Keep myself to myself
and shut up.
I think it's a nervous thing.
I bet whenever you're in the company of other people,
you always feel the need to speak.
And I wouldn't be surprised that when someone tells a joke,
you just try and think of something funnier.
And I bet you always
try and get the last word.
Am I right?
Barry.
Ah.
Do you want to stay?
No, no, no. You can't beat a good "Rigoletto."
See you.
We're going to need those catalogued as usual, okay?
Thanks.
Why his computer?
We need to know who he's been e-mailing.
Friends, colleagues,
anyone who might know his last movements,
anyone who might want him dead.
Careful.
Sorry.
Ma'am.
Yeah.
Jones' deleted e-mails.
She's there. Patricia Morris.
Open it.
So they did meet up.
Okay.
Hello.
Murphy, it's me.
Oh, hi. Sorry, I can't really talk at the minute.
- Well, just listen, then. - The wife.
Patricia Morris was in touch
with the third victim, Jones, two days ago.
And although he and the killer
were seen arriving at the hotel in a cab,
a witness claims to have seen a dark sports car
leave the hotel in the early hours.
- Oh, really? - One more thing.
Another statement suggests that the killer's handbag
is either orange or red.
Okay, well, thanks for that.
And, um, good luck with the plumber.
Bye. We've got a leak.
We'll back him up, yeah?
Ah, thanks.
Thank you.
So, how are things with your wife?
It's all a bit horrendous, to tell you the truth.
We're divorcing.
Dividing up the record collection.
She says the Simply Red CDs are mine.
I say they're hers. It's a battlefield.
Here's to "Rigoletto."
Too much of this, and I won't follow the story.
I thought you said it was your favorite opera.
Oh, it is, yes.
Good, so you can tell it to me.
Well, come on.
Um, is this a test?
I told you, I've never been to the opera before.
What's the story?
They're going to sing in Italian.
I'm not going to follow a thing, am I?
Well, um...
You don't know it.
No, I do, I do. It's about Rigoletto.
And who's Rigoletto?
Not who, woman... What. Rigoletto is a type of pasta.
Name the composer.
Fettuccine.
No, no, no, don't tell me.
Rigatoni, pararossi?
I bet you don't like opera at all.
Oh, come on, it's the greatest art form known to man.
It's got everything. Emotion, spectacle.
Okay, that's bollocks.
I just thought that...
Opera would sound impressive.
Yeah.
Okay.
Let's go somewhere else.
I'll be right back.
He's perfect.
What are we doing?
We're going to bed.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Patricia Morris. I've booked a room.
We're on our way to the opera house. Where are you?
The Charlotte Street Hotel.
Help.
Remember, she drugs her victims.
Whatever you do, don't drink any...
Sorry.
Murphy!
Check the shower.
See if it's big enough for both of us.
Oh, right.
Well, go on.
Will we fit?
If we both breathe in.
Here.
Thanks.
Um, I think you should know that I'm a wee bit,
you know, sort of on the shy side.
Turn the bloody thing off.
Sorry.
- If that's your wife again! - Hello.
Tommy, Tommy, it's me.
Who is it?
My wife.
Sort it out yourself and don't be so pathetic.
Tommy?
If you just slowed down a wee bit,
we can ring room service for some oxygen.
Hello.
What do you think you're doing with my wife?
You!
No, don't! I can explain.
Were you doing it?
Were you?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You little...
Tell me.
- No. - Were you?
- No! - Tell me!
Tell me.
All right, yes, I was.
Oh.
Were you letting him?
Yes, yes, I let him.
No, she's lying. All we did was have a bit of a fumble.
- He ripped my dress off. - No, I didn't.
And then he pushed me onto the bed.
What? No, she did that.
He ripped my dress off.
Oh, yes. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?
Murphy, are you all right?
No, no, no, no. Don't, don't.
It's horrible.
You're too young.
Ma'am, our friends from AMIP just called.
What did you tell them?
We've got no DNA from the lipstick or the hair,
and that Patricia Morris has now been discounted.
Carter, whose side are you on?
What else could I tell them, ma'am?
I've got Jones' bank details.
100 grand went out of his account five days ago.
That makes...
Two out of the three victims moved large sums of money
- before they died. - Is that a pattern?
In a "two out of three" kind of way.
Could suggest blackmail.
Except why kill them?
- We've got the database working. - Was the money cash?
Yeah.
This is brilliant.
It works like a fingerprint matching system
but using photos instead.
All you do is click on the suspect's head shot,
and the computer compares all the mug shots in the database.
You see?
Yeah, I get the picture. What have you got?
One match.
We checked the database, and, uh...
Belinda Fletcher.
She's using an alias.
Previous?
Whoa.
Okay, I'm going to need her prison records,
psychological reports, everything.
And, you, don't you dare tell our friends from AMIP.
But, ma'am, they're getting here first thing Monday.
Murphy, it's Annie.
We need to talk.
We're onto someone else, but we need to be quick.
I'll try you at the Crown, see if you're there, okay?
Murphy, it's Annie.
Hi.
Sorry I'm late.
You know me. Mornings, I hate them.
But you're up with the lark as usual.
It's easy when you don't sleep, Tommy.
And I don't know about you,
but I haven't really slept for two years.
I don't know about you, do I?
So, you're in London just to give me a hard time?
They've asked me over to give a lecture.
And then, who knows? Maybe I won't go back.
Maybe I'll take a leaf out of your book,
try running away from everything.
These are for you.
I found them in an old camera.
Taken on our last Christmas.
Aren't you going to look at them?
So that's why you're here.
You want to make me cry in public.
Am I right?
There are just times, Tommy.
Look, I know I'm not the only one.
I know you think about her every day like I do
and that you hurt like me.
But no matter what we think of each other,
even if we hate each other,
surely we owe it to her to sometimes,
just sometimes meet up and talk.
For her.
Because if we don't,
it's like as though our wee girl never even existed.
Isn't it?
Oh, good.
- Thanks. - Thanks.
Lovely, thanks.
You'll never guess where I'm staying.
Then I won't try.
South Court.
The South Court Hotel.
That's not a hotel. It's a B&B with a shared toilet.
They invite you over to deliver a lecture
on international journalism,
you should be staying at Park Lane.
I just wanted to see if it had changed since we were there.
Hmm.
Your brother sends his regards, by the way.
Says if you've got a spare moment, to give him a call.
And it's not just Dennis.
Your mum's phoned a few times, too.
And your cousin Frank.
The half of Belfast.
Everybody knows we're not together anymore.
But it doesn't stop them wanting to know if you're okay.
Are you okay?
Tell them I'm fine.
Tell them I wake up every morning whistling a happy tune.
What are you doing?
Running away, just like you said.
Tommy.
Murphy, Murphy.
Where have you been?
We've got another suspect.
More kinky blondes? No, thanks.
But what...
Murphy.
I could just do with some space now.
You're in the middle of an investigation.
Oh, well, if you've had enough, fine.
Let's concede defeat and let AMIP take the case.
Why did I think I could rely on you?
You should be doing that car-park job,
getting pneumonia, dying a miserable death.
What do I care?
You are such a prat!
Drive, drive, drive, drive!
Get out of my car!
Are listening to me?
They know where Murphy lives.
We need to put his flat under surveillance.
Because he's obviously a target.
Oh, no, not the Undertones.
How do I know it's the Russians? Because...
They're just pulling up outside.
What?
We need an armed unit now!
How do we get out?
- Here. - Where?
We're going to have to jump.
That's too high.
This is all your fault, of course.
- I beg your pardon? - You let him go.
Don't even go there, Murphy.
Here.
Hang on a moment. We shouldn't be doing this.
We're police officers. We should be making an arrest.
They are armed.
I'm perfectly capable of running me own bath, you know.
Are you kidding?
This stuff's expensive.
Cuddly toys.
Ah, you've got a truly shite taste in music.
Pardon?
Oh, oh.
Oh, what is that?
It's all yours.
Weren't you limping on the other foot?
Mm.
Ahh, ohh.
It feels better already.
Hold on.
Come in.
Can you just...
Right.
Here we go.
Belinda Fletcher. Real name, Linda Swann.
- Ah. - What?
No, go on, go on. You first.
She was convicted of stalking and attacking a married man
when she was 26.
- The guy nearly died. - Yeah, listen to this.
She was initially sentenced for three years
but ended up serving five
after viciously attacking a male police officer.
Obsessive-compulsive, violent.
One prison psychiatrist didn't want her released,
especially after the attack on the guard.
The psych feared that she was transferring
the subliminal anger to any male substitute.
Seems she reacts badly to rejection.
Don't we all?
This is one of the written fantasies
she came out with in therapy.
"I would cut him,
cut out his cheating heart. I would..."
My God, and they let her out?
And there's more.
The day you joined the health club,
you said you saw the third victim, Jones, fencing.
That was on the 16th.
Jones didn't book it. Belinda Fletcher did.
Okay, my turn. I've met her.
And I can see that she doesn't like rejection.
She's had a thing with a guy at the club, Robert Eaglan.
Won't leave him alone, but the thing is...
What?
I think she's started watching me.
Speak to her, encourage her, show her you're interested.
Do what you're good at. Chat her up.
We'll send her an e-mail.
I'll get some beers, and we can discuss tactics.
Sorry. "Do what I'm good at"?
Yeah.
Where do you get this idea that I'm good
at chatting up women? I'm not.
I tremble. I trip over things. I blush.
I have never seen you blush.
Well, you can't have been looking.
And I lied.
About preferring blondes.
Don't do anything for me. Never have.
Well, I mean, in my teens,
I did have a bit of a thing for Debbie Harry
and, as a toddler, what can only be described
as an overwhelming crush on Jill from "Crossroads."
But it didn't last.
Give me a brunette any day of the week.
You better leave, my bubbles are going.
I know you've seen me around.
And, yes, you're right.
I have been watching you.
But only because...
I've been meaning...
to contact you...
since seeing you in the bar.
I wondered if you might...
"Like to meet up sometime soon.
Look forward to hearing from you, Belinda."
Kiss.
Can we stop, please?
How long have we been doing this?
Just over a minute.
I have a confession to make.
What?
I hate exercise.
And it's not just because I'm bad at it,
and believe me, I am.
- Hi, Jenny. - But it's just so boring.
I mean, what are we doing?
Walking.
We're paying to walk.
We must be mad.
Can I interest you in a high-cholesterol dinner,
five courses, highly calorific?
I do a mean macaroni and cheese.
I've been with her. She's keen to meet up tonight.
Tonight? What are you playing at?
We've got to find a location, set up equipment!
You're the one wants to wrap this up
before we lose the case.
- Hi. - Hi.
Where's Carter?
Barry! Thank God!
Look, I need a really big favor, please.
I'll just get changed. Stay there.
Sorry about this. I'll call you later.
Whenever. His daughter's had an accident.
Wife phoned the office. He wasn't there.
- Where do I fit in? - God knows.
Look, Barry, I hope I didn't offend you the other day.
Oh, no, I like being put in my place.
I know I said that I'm only here for the Shiatsu,
and...
You're not here to further your career.
No.
Or anything else, for that matter.
Absolutely not. But I...
Mm-hmm?
I'm looking for a tennis partner.
I love tennis.
The standard's high.
I don't want to brag,
but imagine the flair of a Nastase,
the guile of a McEnroe, the skirt of a Kournikova.
You're rubbish.
Yeah, but I can learn. I'll even let you win.
You're on.
Give me a call.
Thanks.
So, why do you need both of us?
Safety in numbers.
Look, my daughter's had a fall.
I wasn't in the office when the wife phoned.
She just called me sounding really suspicious.
I just need an hour of your time.
I don't know. Say that you're clients,
that we were hammering out a contract
and then went shooting.
Shooting?
Clay pigeon. I take all my clients.
Why don't you tell her you were at the gym?
I told her if I wasn't at the office,
I'd be out shooting.
Tell her you changed your mind.
Don't expect rational behavior from a man racked with guilt.
You haven't met the wife.
About a year ago, she found out
I was having a fling. She went berserk!
Hit me with a can opener!
I thought she was going to kill me.
Somebody's birthday?
My daughter's 8.
Oh, the wife.
Remember, guys,
you're clients and we're shooting.
Clients shooting, clients shooting.
Where is Beth?
On the sofa. She fell off the bike.
Better go and see her.
Is she all right?
See for yourself!
Hi. Barry, Lee. We're clients.
Robert just took us shooting.
Let me get you a drink.
Hiya.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Hope you don't mind party food.
Are you kidding? There's chocolate frogs over there.
Help yourself.
So, you were out shooting?
- Yeah. - Celebrate the new contract.
Right.
- She knows. - Yeah.
Hello?
I don't know. You men!
Hello?
Strictly the monogamous sort?
Yeah, I was.
My boyfriend died three months ago.
Oh, right. Uh, I'm sorry.
So am I.
Well, we had seven wonderful years.
Anyway, I got a deal coming off.
When it goes down, I'm out of here.
Out of the rat race,
away on one big never-ending holiday.
Thanks for bailing me out, guys.
Beth's made a speedy recovery,
and I'm going to hang around and be a dad for a bit.
Call you a taxi if you like.
Yeah, great.
By the way, she's 9.
Why can't I just take her into the bedroom?
Which one is the bedroom?
Well, the one with the bed in it.
You don't have to go there straightaway.
But I thought that was the idea.
What we need, Murphy...
Oh, yeah, you tell me what we need.
We need the drug.
We just need her on film spiking the drink,
which should happen in the bedroom, 'cause...
That's where the bed is!
Ha ha! Very funny.
Could you two be quiet while I'm speaking?
Please!
I suggest you pour the champagne in the bedroom because that's...
Because what?
I don't believe this. What are they doing here?
Annie, hi.
I believe you've met my D.I.
Where would be a good place to talk?
How did they find out we were here?
Did you tell them?
Why didn't you tell us you had another suspect?
Because I didn't think you were
taking over the case till Monday.
Murphy, it wasn't me!
So, you were saying
there's been leadership oversights on my part.
What? I have played it by the book.
Exhaustive forensic examinations.
Which revealed nothing.
I found a suspect with a history of violence against men.
I was familiar with every victim.
You don't have to get so defensive.
Yes, I do, because you're not here
just to take over the case.
You're here to rubbish me and my team.
If you have to stoop that low, do it back at the nick.
Don't walk in here waving your dicks around
when a fellow officer is setting up
a key surveillance on a main suspect.
We're not saying stop the operation.
Then you're here to step in,
make the arrest, and grab all the glory.
Well?
Am I right?
Well, is she?
Target on scene. Target on scene.
She's here.
Here we go.
Hi.
Come in.
Ah, she's certainly dressed to kill.
You're shaking.
I'm cold.
Here.
I wouldn't mind a drink.
Yeah. Through there.
I won't be a minute.
She's petrified. She's shaking like a leaf.
Why is he letting her out of his sight?
Have we got a camera in there?
No.
Is he going to be all right?
What's she doing in there?
Do it.
I thought you said you were cold.
Now leave her alone with the drink.
Come on, leave her alone with the drink.
I can't do this.
I can't.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
What's going on?
You should have put a camera in the bathroom.
What?
I don't know what to say. I'm using you.
Look, wait. I don't understand.
I wanted to make Robert jealous.
What?
I saw you talking to him at the club,
and I thought if he knew that I'd slept with someone,
then maybe he'd be so jealous that he'd want me back.
I'm sorry.
That's all, folks.
Oh, I don't believe this.
Wait for me!
Great.
You know, he told me that he loved me
and that he wanted to leave
his wife and kids.
And now he won't even look at me.
Did he really say he'd leave his family?
How can he just lie
and think that I would just go away,
as if nothing had happened between us?
Can you just forget about it?
No.
And I'm not going to let him get away with it.
No, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Just sit down.
Go on.
What can you do
if he doesn't want to take things any further?
Listen, it would just be a shame if...
What?
If you did something you might regret.
Oh.
Trust me.
Okay, he lied to you.
He made you think it was something it wasn't.
You're angry, and that's understandable.
This is actually none of your business.
But if you do something,
whatever it might be,
you'll have to remember that he's not
the only one involved. He has a wife and kids.
Who he doesn't give a damn about.
That's not the point.
He doesn't care about his wife.
Or his children. He told me.
He leaves the house before the kids get up.
He gets back when they're already asleep,
not because he has to work.
He just doesn't want the hassle of getting them to bed.
I've seen his daughter
standing in her bedroom window for hours,
waiting for him.
You've been to his house?
Not with him.
I just watched.
Sometimes.
I'm going.
Let it go.
Same again, please. A big one.
Hi.
Did you get that she was trying to make Robert Eaglan jealous?
Yep.
Anything else, tell the boys from AMIP.
It's not my case anymore.
I tried, and I blew it.
No, we blew it. I blew it.
Look, Annie...
Karen!
You there?
Karen!
You there?
Hello.
Sorry. I thought you were my wife.
You see, we stayed here nine years ago,
and I thought she'd be in the same room.
What are you doing?
I know. Why can't it wait till morning?
Why do I have to act on impulse?
It's just... I just wanted to...
Do you mind me telling you this?
It's easier talking to a perfect stranger.
The fact is...
I'm avoiding her.
She thinks I'm running away,
and she's right.
Sandra, call the police. It's a nutter.
Sorry, I didn't mean to be boring.
It's just...
I just want everyone back home to leave me alone.
They have to realize that I'm...
perfectly happy being no one.
Go on.
Oh!
Ohh!
Excuse me.
They're coming.
Don't look at me like that.
Please.
You're mad.
The bloody Irish.
I'm sorry. Did you say something?
What did you say?
- Tommy, it's all right. - No, it isn't.
Have you seen what your husband's done to my car?
- Excuse me. - What?
Were you drawing attention to my nationality?
Tommy.
You Irish, you're a load of violent drunks.
Reducing me to a stereotype?
That is absolutely bogus!
No!
Let him alone. It's not worth it, Tommy!
Here, break it up! Come here!
Tommy!
Get off him!
Whoa! No.
Oh.
Ohh.
What?
There's been another murder.
Did I do it?
Busy.
Everyone here but the dog handlers.
I want the exact time the body was discovered.
Made new friends, I see.
In here.
Uh...
I need a black coffee, six sugars now.
I need all the pictures back quickly.
Thank you.
One question.
Hmm?
You were with Belinda Fletcher until what time last night?
Past 9:00.
Okay, thanks very much. You can go.
Let's get that coffee.
Wait.
What?
Nothing.
- What? - I know the victim.
Lee Cannon. He's another member of the club.
Better tell Hart, then.
He was gay.
He can't have been.
Blows the sexual theory sky-high.
Where do we go from here?
Outside.
What?
Okay, let's think this through.
The club's still the connection, right?
Yep.
We're saying Lee Cannon met his killer
at the club, but it wasn't a date.
I believe the phrase is "married but flirting."
Not my scene, personally.
I'll stick to business.
He said a deal was about to go through.
When it goes down,
I'm out of here, out of the rat race.
Yeah, but that's what these people do.
No, it was a big deal, enough to retire on.
Do you know who he did business with?
No.
Are you coming over?
Jenny, I would love to.
- Robert. - All right, mate.
But I know who his friends are.
Robert, hi.
Ooh!
Oh, it's a very short story.
Have you seen Lee around?
Not today, no.
We were supposed to meet up and play squash yesterday.
Don't worry. He was all right.
He was playing with Jenny.
Oh, right.
Um, you don't have her number on you, do you?
Try my jacket, breast pocket.
You after a date?
Yeah, possibly.
- Oh, yeah. - Keep it.
- You sure? - I'll get another one
when I see her tonight.
Oh, yeah?
Don't worry, I'm not going to tread on your toes.
Just signing off on a deal.
What kind of deal?
The lucrative kind.
Where are you meeting her?
Your office? Alone?
My flat in town.
Barry, trust me, I promise you.
I won't even give her a peck on the cheek.
Look, she's about to make me a hell of a lot of money.
You might not think it, but what that girl doesn't
know about tax dodges, hidden accounts,
investment fraud... She's amazing.
You shouldn't have told me that, Robert.
I'm a police officer.
I'm first!
She showed me authorization she had from the U.S. Treasury.
Off-shore investments used by the American government.
You didn't consider it could have been forged?
Off-shore accounts exist. There's money to be made.
How much did you give her?
Robert!
I gave her 10 grand.
Check, banker's draft?
Cash so it couldn't be traced?
I gave her 10, she gave me back 15 inside two months.
And tonight?
I was going to give her £400,000.
With a possible payout of...
Up to a million.
Do you mind telling me what the hell's going on?
This is clutching at straws.
Have you managed to come up with anything?
You've no evidence to suggest
that she was doing business with Lee Cannon.
What's happening?
Are you going to charge me?
She's coming round to his flat.
You're going to tell him he's meeting a murder suspect?
- We've got to. - Why?
It would be unethical.
We need his consent.
He's meeting her when?
Two hours.
Great, so we don't even have time
to set up cameras or anything.
If we go in, it's going to be a busk.
Or a cock-up.
Okay.
Your case.
Your call.
Is this a joke?
Jenny's not a killer.
We think it's possible she takes
a large amount of cash from her clients,
from men like yourself
who want the deals kept secret.
Then she kills them, keeps the money.
No.
You're so wrong.
Then you won't mind meeting her tonight.
Who the hell are you?
Carter, wait here.
Ma'am.
And all the time I was thinking,
why do I have to fall for a man
who sleeps with all these women?
Taking them back to your flat.
Just like he did me.
Having sex with them in his car.
In hotel rooms, and then,
boasting to his friends at the club.
I've seen him.
Why do I have to love a man like that?
And then I realized just how selfish I was being.
I realized it's not just me.
It's Jo, too.
You look just like you sound.
I'm sorry?
I'd call sometimes, but...
Oh, I was too scared to speak.
We can be friends.
We can, can't we, Jo?
Yes, yes, of course we can.
Look, we'll meet.
I'll call you.
She'll suggest a drink to celebrate.
Leave her alone. That's when she'll lace the drink.
We hope.
Yes?
Robert, it's me.
We've got to speak.
Can't it wait?
No, it won't wait!
Well, it'll have to!
Bastard.
She's here.
Okay.
Early.
Go on. You can do it.
Come on!
- Hello? - Robert, it's me.
Come on up.
Brilliant. You're a natural.
Target entering now.
We'll wait.
- Hi. - Hi.
You all right?
Yes. Yeah, yeah, fine.
Why?
You look worried.
Do I?
It's not every day you hand over £400,000.
Look, Robert, we're friends.
Come on, if you've got any doubts,
there's no point going through with this.
It's a lot of money.
Let's just go for a drink instead.
No!
No... I want to.
I knew you would.
Excuse me, please.
Let's get the money out of the way,
and then we can relax.
I'll go and get it.
I can't do it!
- You can't back out now. - You watch me!
We will nick you for tax evasion!
You do what you want to do!
Here's the money. Go on!
Go on!
I want to go up there.
Give it another minute.
You can just sign here.
And now all we need...
are some glasses.
Music would be nice.
CDs are in the bedroom.
What do I do?
When she gives you the glass, call.
Sorry. Am I interrupting something?
It's Jo.
- Who? - Robert!
The wife! Get rid of her.
Get rid of her!
What are you doing here?
What the devil are you playing at?
You promised me.
On your hands and knees, you promised me.
So, come on, how long has it been going on?
It hasn't!
This isn't how it seems, Jo!
Why do you always have to lie?
Do you think I'm that stupid?
She's here.
You're still lying!
Please! Put the gun down!
We've got firearms on site.
I had a visit today
from another of your friends!
She broke into our house.
It seems I'm not the only one you've upset!
But not any longer!
Don't!
Jo!
Murphy!
You'll never make it.
Not in those heels.
It's over. Oi! That's enough!
So, tell me, was I next?
Come on, I have to know.
Barry, you're a lovely guy,
but I could tell the moment I met you.
I knew you didn't have any money.
Would you walk me to my door?
I still haven't tidied the flat.
I could do with some help.
Is your wife still in London?
You should call her.
Hello?
Get up.
I can't.
Get up!
You drunk?
No.
Well, I am.
Aah!
Unh-unh. Unh-unh.
We ate together, drank together,
went to the movies together, huh?
And all the way,
you were a cop.
You know what England means to me?
I just...
Just got my kids in a great little nursery.
My wife was so excited.
Nikky, you're a lovely guy
and a very sweet one,
and I'm sure you're kind to animals.
But you deal in illegal firearms.
My house is being watched all the time.
I can't see my family!
Give yourself up.
All right.
Uh-huh.
Okay, but first I make you pay
for pretending to be my friend.
Quick!
You left your keys in the door.
Thank you.
Right.
Unit to 14 Twyford Gardens, please.
Okay?
- Thanks. - Right.
Hope you don't mind me saying this, but it was all your fault.
You let him go.
Say that again.
Well, you did let him go, didn't you?
No, no, Annie. I didn't mean it!
- I'm sorry. Don't go! - The car's on its way!
No! Annie! Annie!
Come back here!
Come back! Annie!
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