Episode 3 Collateral

This programme contains strong language

MUSIC: Queen Killer by Queen

SHE SINGS ALONG

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Yes. As agreed,

I'll be there in ten minutes.

OK. Give me 15.

SIREN

QUIET TALKING

I'm sorry I'm a bit late.

Yeah, well, sit down.

Well, I'd love to say that I'm happy to see you all, but I'm not.

I never have meetings, I don't want to have this one.

I need to know that what happened last night won't happen again.

This has got to be closure. Well?

I think we've dealt with it.

Berna?

Last night we didn't ask Berna to join us.

-Why not?

-Because the problem wasn't her fault.

Spared the unpleasantness, was she?

So whose fault was it?

Laurie turned out to be religious and was going to talk.

Did she know what she was being paid for?

Not at first. But she was always going to put two and two together.

At first she didn't want to take it.

She kept asking, "What am I being paid for?"

-And how much did you give her?

-A grand.

-Where is it?

-The grand?

Yes.

Erm, I don't know.

Looks like a loose end.

Not quite closure, is it?

Berna, they do a very good bacon sandwich.

-No, thank you.

-No, really.

It's on me. You're not religious, are you?

No, not me, Peter.

I'm secular. Secular, but not hungry.

So tell me, are there any other loose ends?

There's a crazy entrepreneur called Mikey Gowans.

He sends out drugs with pizza.

And was Mikey working alone?

Ah, I've stumbled on something else!

Laurie was getting a cut.

Oh, very religious! She'd take Mikey's money but she didn't want to take yours?

Well, that's the point we put to her. In the back of the van,

before... Everyone has red lines, don't they?

-Do they? You tell me, where are yours?

-The job was badly prepared.

On your side.

The Iraqi was taken out cleanly.

It was properly planned.

Laurie was bungled at speed and dumped down Shadwell way.

Not the same thing, is it?

And what I'd really like to know is where are the police in all this?

Berna?

What?

Sometimes you've been able to help us.

-Help you how?

-With things you know that we don't,

in the past. Like when we closed down the Bari route,

that was your tip-off.

Yes. In the Mediterranean.

Long way from Kennington.

Just remind me, what are your plans?

I'm going back to Izmir.

When?

Tomorrow,

to get new boats and find a new captain.

Good. Tomorrow?

Yes.

What time?

Later in the day.

From Gatwick.

At five.

Gentlemen, I can't pretend I'm happy. I'm not.

I'm not a gambler but I recognise a streak of bad luck when I see it and I don't like it.

Human transport's the gift that keeps on giving,

or has until now. We're all rich men.

I came from the military and I expect military standards.

And on your side?

What?

No, you just said, the planning was bad on our side.

-Yeah?

-And now I can see you're worried.

So?

We all agree, the second murder was messy, but I'm asking, on your side?

The first murder. For instance, the shooter -

everything OK?

I'll take care of the shooter.

The shooter's highly competent. That's my business.

Gentlemen, thanks.

CHIMING

MEN'S VOICES

SHE SIGHS

It's not good, is it? It doesn't make any sense.

-Why not?

-Because everything's screaming that the two murders have got to be connected.

-Got to be. So?

-Well, they're connected, but look at them,

they're completely different.

Laurie was beaten up, smashed in the face, thrown from a moving vehicle.

Does that sound like a woman's doing? I don't think so.

We don't know the first one was a woman.

-Don't we?

-All we've got is one stoned witness.

Whatever, don't you think it's the exact opposite

of what we had on Monday? Monday was clean and professional.

-This is careless.

-Maybe.

This is clumsy, Nathan.

It's lazy. Fuzz Gupta said there was a military connection,

military ammunition.

Does this look like a military killing to you?

-Look at this.

-What is it?

Evening Standard website.

Shit.

How many people were at the interview in Harlsfleet last night?

-Five.

-Two being interviewed, you, me and another.

And somehow it's all over the news 12 hours later that Asif wasn't Syrian.

He's Iraqi. And that means he was an economic migrant.

And that means bad thing. He's not an asylum seeker, meaning good thing.

Someone's leaking.

Reads like they want to discredit the victim.

Precisely. It's got to be that wanker from Millbank.

-Sam?

-Ever get the feeling you're being played?

-He'd never do that.

-Wouldn't he?

I know you've got a boy-crush on him. I haven't.

RINGING

Come on, pick up!

-MAN:

-Berna?

-Westbourne's on to me.

We need to meet up urgently.

-Morning.

-Good morning.

How's your head?

Not too bad.

Good morning, ladies. Well, that was one special evening, wasn't it?

Yes. I've got a terrible hangover, sir.

This regiment certainly knows how to throw a party.

-Xan.

-Sandrine?

You're not due back today.

I know. I-I wondered if you could give me some time.

Erm, yes.

I've got half an hour now if that's any use.

Come on through.

I-I-I just think that people forget, don't you?

Or perhaps they just don't want to know.

It-it's like we've come back and nobody wants to be reminded.

They would rather we stayed.

They think that we can go off and fight wars and that somehow nothing

changes when we come home.

Last year, no British soldier died in action overseas.

I mean, do you know when that last happened?

It was 1968.

That's Afghanistan.

Libya. Iraq.

Kosovo. Bosnia. Sierra Leone.

The Gulf. The Falklands.

I mean, have I missed anything out?

Northern Ireland.

Of course.

My father fought there.

He was a hero?

He was...

..a great hero.

Sandrine, what's this about?

I've got the feeling something's happened.

Do you want to tell me about it? Something in particular?

No, nothing. Nothing's happened.

Are you sure?

Then why did you come to see me?

There's no particular reason.

I think you should consider taking a little time off.

I don't want to do that.

I have no life but the Army.

Yes, and that may be the reason you should think about taking a break.

Do you still have family?

-My mother.

-OK.

Would you stay with her for a while?

What, is that an order, sir?

Not yet.

Coming back home, you...

..you feel like a germ that's entered the bloodstream.

KNOCK

It's open.

-Ah, you're back.

-Yes.

Nobody's been here at all.

No sign of Laurie all night.

I've been calling the social services.

No answers. Two hours of Johann Strauss.

Have you found Laurie?

I'm afraid we have.

OK, in you go.

OK, she's all yours.

Are you all right there, love?

Is it Mrs Stone?

KNOCK

Karen!

You have to get up. You really have to.

Karen!

Karen! TRIES DOOR HANDLE

Karen!

They want you out there sharpish to give the nation your thoughts.

-OK.

-And also Genevieve rang.

-Saying what? My cheques aren't big enough?

-No. Karen's still in bed

and somebody needs to take Lucy to the hospital for her appointment.

Do I need to know all this stuff? I mean, come on, it's perfectly obvious.

It's a bid for attention from a woman I left seven years ago.

I'm sure. But what do you want me to say?

A couple of days ago, I made a wrong turn.

I had Suki Vincent in my bed and I let her go.

Why did you do that, David? It's not rational.

Tell that French au pair to get my ex-wife out of bed.

What's your reaction to the overnight news that Asif wasn't in fact an asylum seeker?

OK, so he turned out to be an economic migrant,

but that doesn't mean he wasn't entitled to the full protection of the law.

But it is different, isn't it?

Can't we just say he was a human being,

who was shot down on a British street?

It doesn't matter where he came from.

We really are turning into a nasty little country.

-I'll call you back.

-And isn't it time we had an immigration policy that wasn't just crass xenophobia?

I-I've been arguing for some time

that we need to fulfil our obligations,

and I'm not just talking about moral obligations,

I'm talking about legal obligations -

promises that were made that we seem conveniently to have forgotten.

Now, I believe that when the history of this time comes to be written,

we will feel ashamed of how few refugees we let in to this country

and how badly we treated them when they were here.

Thank you, David, that's great.

You're having a marvellous run, aren't you?

Man shot down in the street, the next day spent looking for a woman and you don't...

Where was she all day, by the way?

-We don't yet know.

-You don't find her till she turns up dead, it's brilliant.

Anyone else you got your sights on?

I think we should warn them, don't you, since you seem to be a bit of a kiss of death.

Aren't the first 24 hours meant to be the best time to solve a crime, not make it worse?

How many more are we planning to lose?

Have you anything to say?

So, let's sum up.

First murder -

a woman, perhaps, but you're not sure.

-Possibly.

-Perhaps with an army background.

We put a call into military police, alerting them.

Anyone gone AWOL, anyone missing.

Some involvement, as yet unclear,

with refugee traffic and also a drug distribution business.

I think we should be going after Karen Mars.

-Tell me why.

-The killer has to know when and where the pizza's going to be delivered.

-How can it work unless the killing's a set-up?

-Kip?

-I don't agree.

Everyone at the pizza place knows that Karen makes the same order, same time every week.

And why? Cos the dope comes with it.

I'm sorry, but no-one commits murder for dope.

Not any dope I've ever smoked.

Nor me.

What I want to know is, does anybody really believe this could be a British soldier?

Complicit in people smuggling?

Going out to kill a refugee in the street?

-I don't think so.

-So, second murder - what's the approach on that?

Laurie Stone's body was thrown from a moving vehicle.

We're searching CCTV footage, garages, approach roads,

we can do the car regs on ANPR.

We're searching the body for DNA traces.

Ranks off. You know what I find especially annoying?

What annoys you?

All the while we're sat here defining just how large a Horlicks we're making,

there's a woman locked up in Harlsfleet who knows all the answers.

Fatima Asif?

She knows everything. But she's not speaking.

-What was all that about?

-What?

-That bit at the end?

-Nathan?

-Oh.

-The Vietnamese girl's finally arrived.

-OK.

-She's brought along her vicar.

Rakhee, give them a call at Harlsfleet,

get me another appointment as soon as possible.

-Sure.

-Oh, don't tell anyone else.

Ah, good.

We met on the pavement, remember? You were pretty far gone.

We need you to go over your story,

every detail, and we need you to work with a police artist

to give us an impression. It's going to take time.

Is it all right if I come in with her?

-Is she of age?

-She's 23.

-Then I don't think we're going to need you, thanks for offering.

And I wouldn't hang around, either, because this is going to be a very long day.

Please remember, she's doing this voluntarily.

No, she isn't. She was found with a stash of drugs.

She's doing it because it's the law.

Miss Xuan Huy. Would you like to step this way?

She's impossible.

-I'm sorry?

-My friend.

She means well but she doesn't understand.

I got here from Vietnam.

I'm tougher than she thinks.

Yeah, that's my impression, too.

This isn't the best restaurant in the town by any means,

but it is one of the nicest,

because they have table-cloths and proper napkins.

I can't bear to eat without linen.

Do you know what you're having?

I always think steak is for men.

Your father ate steak.

I'd have fish.

Or macaroni cheese.

I still make macaroni.

Properly, not bought in.

Occasionally.

Now everyone's gone...

Yes.

I haven't cleared out your brother's room.

No?

I've left it.

Well, I'm sure that's best.

I read a book about bereavement.

Don't do it until you feel you need to.

The regiment did nothing.

They sent me a letter first off.

I remember.

Then a visit from a lieutenant colonel.

His uniform was dirty.

He said he visited relatives all day.

That's his job.

-Had he known Michael?

-I couldn't say.

He died for nothing, didn't he?

Michael died fighting for his country.

Yes.

May I take your order, please?

Hm.

Have you decided what you want?

Yes, I'll have the...fish.

Your father had an interesting view.

He said if you left any institution without bitterness,

it meant you'd beaten it.

If you were bitter, the institution had won.

I know you.

I should think you'd be bored now you're back from your tour.

Nothing to do.

You like doing.

I'm not bored.

Aimless, maybe.

I want to go back to the battlefront.

I'm not sure they'll let me.

-Why not?

-Oh, you know.

Office politics. Who's in, who's out.

Are you out?

You know me, Mum,

I've never been in.

You've a lot to give, Sandrine.

Don't let it waste.

You haven't told me why you're here.

Oh!

Today.

There's a man advising me at work,

who said perhaps I should come home for a while.

I'm not sure I'd want that.

It's very kind of you, but...

you're an independent girl.

-Do you mind?

-No.

Don't you think we should deal with this separately?

I can't bear to be looked at.

By anyone.

I don't want my grief to be seen.

-Of course, if you feel differently...

-No.

You must say if that's what you want.

No, I'll do something else.

-So it's agreed, yep?

-Suki, you might want to come and see this.

Right, we'll talk later.

OK, so he turned out to be an economic migrant,

but that doesn't mean he wasn't entitled to the full protection of the law.

But it is different, isn't it?

Can't we just say he was a human being that was shot down on a British street?

It doesn't matter where he came from.

We really are turning into a nasty little country.

-And isn't it time...

-Did he really just say that?

..we had an immigration policy that wasn't just crass xenophobia?

You know, the world is full of decent honest people

just like you and me, who want nothing more than to make a decent life for themselves.

Why can't we just admit that?

Now, I've been arguing for some time

that we need to fulfil our obligations, and I'm not just talking about...

-Was that about your brother?

-Yes.

I don't understand.

They kill my brother and then they put me in prison.

It's not prison. Believe me, prison's better than this.

In prison you know when you're going to get out.

..ashamed of how few refugees we let into this country

and how badly we treated them, when they were here.

IN DIALECT

HOOTING

Sandrine, where are you going? Can I give you a lift?

How did you know where I was?

I spoke to your mother.

Oh.

She and I talk most days since your father died.

She told me where you were having lunch,

asked me to keep an eye out for you.

Peter, I'm not feeling great.

Can we stop and talk?

Yeah, sure.

Congratulations. You've really pushed the envelope this time.

-Meaning?

-Deborah's off the scale.

Like I gave a damn.

-That interview.

-What about it?

I don't think she cared for you calling Britain "a nasty little country."

Oh, God, did I say that?

-First thing tomorrow she's insisting on a meeting. No excuses.

-When?

-5.30.

-5.30?

Is she out of her mind?

No, out of her bath at five and prepped like an animal.

She's going to eat four men stronger than you before breakfast.

Oh, and there's more bad news from the grumpy French girl.

Karen still isn't up, and Genevieve doesn't know what to do.

Right, that's it. This time I'm going round.

I'm going to sort this out, once and for all.

Are you sure? Isn't that what she wants?

All right, tell me, is she still in the bedroom?

She's not going to see you, she's shut herself in.

Will you do me a favour and take those fucking buds out your ears!?

Er, just so you know, there's something else she's not telling you.

-What?

-About the pizza.

What do I need to know about the pizza?

Karen! Karen!

Oh, hi. David. I didn't know you were coming round.

I wasn't. But Genevieve called me and said that you weren't getting up

and the baby needed to go to the hospital.

I don't know what she's talking about. The baby's fine. She's sleeping.

-So she hasn't got a doctor's appointment?

-Well, I cancelled it. Come and have a drink.

I don't want a drink!

And now she's telling me stuff that I-I just can't believe.

Oh, yeah, what sort of stuff is that?

About your pizza.

-What about my pizza?

-And what comes with it!

Oh, Christ, is that what this is about?

What-what's wrong with drifting off at the end of the day?

What, you're upset because I smoked a bit of weed?

You like to stay stressed in the evenings, don't you?

Talking politics with your friends in M&S suits?!

I don't mind that you ordered dope with your pizza, Karen.

-What I do mind is if you fail to mention the fact to the police!

-Why? Why should I mention it?

Because I'm in the Shadow Cabinet, that's why!

The police coming round here to bust you!

-Right, so this isn't about me - this is about you!

-No, it isn't.

-It's about honesty and it is about principle!

-Oh, principle.

Principle, you mean like when you decided to fuck my best friend?

-That kind of principle?

-After I'd left you, Karen.

-After!

-Yeah, you left it a full three weeks!

-You were a fling,

she was a fling, so what?

Yes, but I was a fling with a child, remember?

Who you never see!

No, Genevieve, you need to hear this,

cos she knows bloody well what this is about.

You lost your job and you didn't tell me.

Well, why should I tell you? Your words - I was a fling so what business is it of yours?

You-you don't even try to understand me.

You don't know what it is I go through!

What is it that you go through?

No, really, I'm asking.

Because a lot of people grow up in a war zone, a lot of people grow up

under fire, they lose their family,

they inherit a lot of money which they try their very best to get through as fast as they can,

but they don't all deliberately fuck up every situation that they walk into!

You're both heartless, the two of you.

You're loveless. If you just stood by me, if you just gave me some trust!

You're an addict, Karen.

You're an addict!

I know that, David.

And it's all some crazy revenge on me.

-You throw away your job...

-I was working in a shop, it's not so wonderful!

You throw away your life, because you're so furious that I don't love you.

But I don't love you.

I know that, too.

I'm going to take Elfie away.

If this happens again. I mean it.

Oh, yeah? Take her away. Take her away to what?

You know, I keep reading that you're a socialist, David.

So it says in the paper.

Aren't socialists meant to care about other people?

Aren't they meant to be committed?

The only thing you're committed to is ducking and diving,

never answering your phone,

lying about where you are.

You know, if you have a spare moment,

I might introduce you to your daughter!

Three times you said you'd take her to see Beauty And The Beast at the cinema.

Three times you've cancelled. When are you going to take her, David? Next year? The year after?

Fuck!

Well, you handled that brilliantly.

Thank you.

DOOR SLAMS, BABY CRIES

-I've been calling you.

-I know.

-I've been calling you over and over.

-Sandrine, we had to be careful.

-So what's the answer?

-The answer is yes.

Thank God.

I needed to be sure.

Asif pretended to be an asylum seeker.

He said he was Syrian. He wasn't.

You wanted to kill a terrorist and you did.

-Are you sure?

-Certain.

Do you feel better?

No!

Peter, sometimes I'm frightened.

It's just so obvious. They're trying to kill us,

they're trying to take everything from us.

It's a way of life they want to destroy.

I'm beginning to think they've already destroyed it.

I look around, and everyone's carrying on as normal,

but this isn't normal.

Is that what's upsetting you?

I'm trying to convince them I need to go back.

I need to fight. But I'm not succeeding.

Your father was my best friend.

We went everywhere together.

-You know that.

-He said you saved his life.

Yeah, I did. In a street fight in Londonderry.

He was a wonderful man.

But at a certain point, even to him, I said, "Ralph, you have to let go.

"It's just a job."

-I don't think I could do anything else.

-You might have to.

I'm saying that for your own good.

There's a man at work who's obsessing on me.

Has he hurt you?

No, he's low-level. He's low-level sexual scum.

If you need help, you let me know.

-No, I can handle him.

-Good.

Because I'm ready to kill anyone who harms you

or your mother.

Thanks, Peter.

I think we're done with you, Linh.

Thank you very much. Are you OK?

Yeah. Funny, actually - I feel pretty good.

No reason you shouldn't. You can go home now.

Here.

Well, I don't think we can put this out, do you?

It's all a bit Crimewatch?

Do you know where Kip's gone?

No. She didn't say.

Nathan, someone called Sam Spence phoned.

Can you call him back?

Sam.

Berna.

You always said, didn't you?

You always promised when it got to the point where my life was in danger, you'd take me out.

The second murder's a fuck-up.

Who did it?

Who do you think?

Your childhood friends?

Don't get me wrong, they're butchers,

but we grew up together and that's why they trust me.

We had the same childhood in Kirikkale.

-Never been.

-Worst place on Earth.

We all came to England together.

Every morning we wake up and we're not in Turkey, we're happy.

Face it, we made mistakes, you and me.

You know what I'm talking about.

-Bari.

-Yes, Bari.

Bari wasn't a mistake.

I had no choice.

The Italian police had names.

They were going to send you to jail!

I can't allow that.

You and I have put five years into this.

Westbourne's on to me.

He called a meeting, which he never does.

And every time, he brings up Bari.

How did I get the tip-off?

Well, did you tell him the story?

Yes. But he doesn't believe me.

-You're a good actress.

-Not good enough.

Do you know who did the pizza guy?

Westbourne's like you - strictly need-to-know.

Gives nothing away.

Clearly, it's going to depend on the police.

Are they anywhere near?

Not last night they weren't.

Who's the investigating officer?

Kip Glaspie.

Used to be a teacher.

Her husband's head of a primary school.

Typical new intake.

Feeling sorry for the people they're meant to police.

Who's her boss?

Jack Haley. PR man.

It's not his fault.

That's the job nowadays. They're in the perception business, like everyone else.

But if they get close...

That's what I need, Sam.

I need police progress monitored.

-Sure.

-Closely.

-Sure.

-So that I know when the net's drawing in.

And I need you to tell me as soon as you know.

-It's going to save my life.

-Just...

trust me.

Sandrine?

You're back!

Mm-hm.

I'm expecting the bishop.

How did it go?

-Fine.

-What, you helped them?

Yeah.

I'm...

going to speak to David again.

Don't speak to David.

-Why not?

-I don't want it.

But it was you who asked me to speak to him!

In your country everything's a deal, who you know,

what they can do for you.

-I'm not a beggar.

-It isn't begging, Linh, it's using the system.

What, you want to fix things with your old boyfriend?

He wasn't my boyfriend!

We were on some committee together, we had some late nights - red wine,

too much self-pity, but from both of us. That's all.

He's a mess.

It wasn't love.

I'd rather go home.

I want to be legal.

Am I allowed to say this?

I'd like you to stay.

-RINGING

-That's the bishop.

-I'll get it.

-It's better you don't.

No, Jane, it's better I do.

-Bishop.

-Yes.

-I'm Linh.

-It's a pleasure to meet you, Linh.

I've heard a lot about you.

Come in.

Hello, Rufus. I've just made tea.

I'll be upstairs.

I hope I'll see you again.

You'd better get on with it, then.

Jane, you know what the issue is.

I wrote you a formal letter, remember?

-I answered it.

-I know you did. Your letter's on file. I have it.

So tell me, what's changed?

I'll tell you what's changed.

The woman you live with has been found with Class A drugs,

on a pavement, in the middle of the night.

And it appears she's overstaying in the UK without permission.

I'm a good priest, Rufus.

I know you are.

-Pastorally.

-I know what I'm doing.

I help people. I'm valuable.

As for the rest of it, the private stuff is unimportant.

-It's private.

-You can say that,

it's me who has to deal with the parishioners.

There are rules.

And if you enforce those rules,

can you honestly say this parish will be better off?

Yeah, but that isn't the point.

Look, when we discussed this a few months ago, you made me a promise.

It was a promise

that you wouldn't draw attention to your arrangements.

You'd keep things low-key.

And now, Linh's in newspapers all over the parish.

Low-key? I don't think so.

Our church is thriving here.

We're serving the poor.

We-we're doing what Christ wanted us to.

Does it really matter if I sleep with a woman?

It matters if you're seen to sleep with a woman!

We had a deal, Jane.

Did we?

You know we did.

You'll find it in Paul's Letter to the Ephesians, or somewhere,

I don't care where.

"Do what you like, but for goodness' sake, keep it to yourself."

-Ah.

-As far as I'm concerned, that's Gospel.

I live with a man. You know that.

I do.

He's my...

companion.

Yes.

When he comes to church, John stands at the back.

We can sleep in the same bed, church doesn't mind,

just as long as we don't touch genitals, nobody objects.

That's the rule.

Now, you can call it hypocrisy,

I call it sensitivity.

Rufus, people no longer believe in institutions and it's for exactly the reasons you're giving me.

Everything's fudge and falsity.

Do you know, Jane, I believe the opposite.

It's only what you call fudge and falsity which is holding things together at all.

I can't have a priest who openly sleeps with a girlfriend

who's an illegal immigrant and who's found stoned in the street.

I can't have that.

So what do you want me to do?

You're alone this time.

Yes.

The men are not with you.

No.

Is there a reason for that?

I made a friend here called Gillian.

I told her your name.

She said Kip Glaspie, great athlete.

I wouldn't say great.

On television, you fall on your back and bounce.

It's famous footage.

Because it's painful to watch.

You hurt when you see it.

Look, I'll show you. It's on my phone.

And here comes Great Britain's Kip Glaspie for the pole vault.

-Is that you?

-It certainly is.

And here she comes for the approach...

and... Oh, no she's down! Oh, my God! She is down! That has got to hurt!

I think she might have bounced.

-It's very funny.

-I know.

Why have it on your phone?

Because, I don't know, it'll always be something that happened to me.

What about you?

I'm not famous for anything.

No, I mean, what did you do, before?

I wanted to study at Baghdad University.

Agronomy.

Make the desert fertile.

That was the plan.

But that wasn't possible.

Obviously, the Americans came in.

Gillian's lived here her whole life.

Now they're throwing her out.

She has no rights without papers.

-30 years count for nothing.

-It happens.

It's always the same.

People get picked up when they make a mistake.

What have you come to ask me today?

I need those names.

What are you offering me in return?

Fatima, it must have occurred to you, that even if you do get out of here,

there's no question of you being able to stay in the UK,

because until we find your brother's killer,

you're never going to be safe.

I know that.

-So?

-That's what Abdullah said when we got here, the very same thing.

We can never be safe.

Abdullah said that the smugglers were bound to find us.

Because you knew who they were?

Abdullah knew who the boss was.

He wanted to make a deal.

What was he? Crazy?

No.

Desperate.

Mona's pregnant, did you guess?

I thought she might be.

Yeah.

-How many months?

-Eight.

And you?

Just six.

Mona was raped.

She was raped in Baghdad.

It's a disgrace for our family.

We had to leave.

We cannot go back, whatever happens.

I told Abdullah. I told him over and over,

"England is a big country, we can get lost."

He said, "They'll find us."

Did he find him? Did he find the boss?

Fatima, you're being offered a chance.

Take it.

There's no tape. There's no recording.

This meeting never happened.

Are you offering me residence?

And for Mona?

-You have to trust me.

-How can I trust you?

-Do you have power?

-No.

-Then...

-But I know people who do.

You have to trust the kind of person I am.

That's what it comes down to - you have to look at me.

It comes down to people.

Good.

Then we're making a deal.

Nathan, we've got an address,

I've texted you, The Newbury Hotel.

I need uniformed officers, a warrant, the whole fucking thing.

I'll tell you later.

You're not going to like this. She's rung again.

-Deborah?

-No.

The au pair. She says Karen never came back.

Do you have any idea where she is?

Yeah.

I can make a pretty good guess.

-How did you find me?

-Well, it's not the first time, is it?

Look, I'm-I'm on a roll, OK, don't spoil it.

I've had a great night.

David, I am on an incredible streak.

This is...this is happening,

OK, this, this is my chance to put things right.

-Where did you get it?

-What?

-The money.

-I'm winning.

I know that. But where did you get the original stake?

You've been broke for months! I had to pay off gangsters.

-Russians!

-David, finally something goes right! It goes right!

Now just let me have this spin.

A man gets shot on your doorstep and all of a sudden you've got loads of cash?

And we're supposed to believe that that's just coincidence, are we?

Do you really think that has something to do with me?

-Where did you get it?

-It's none of your business.

-Where did you get it?

-Come on.

-No, get off.

-We're leaving! We are leaving!

-No, get off!

-We are le...

-Just let go!

-Stop!

-Karen...

Fuck! Get off of me!

-Get off!

-We are leaving.

Get off!

Stop! Both leave now. Cash your chips.

-Kip, all right?

-Yeah.

-We're all briefed?

-Yeah.

Right, here we go.

Yes, please, how can I help?

We're looking to interview some of your employees.

I don't think that's going to be possible.

OK. Well, then, we'll go out and come back in through the front.

Loudly. Lots of glasses knocked over.

I hope you have authorisation.

-Who's got the warrant?

-Let's go.

You had someone working here called Fatima Asif.

Everyone here is freelance.

Don't bullshit me, you know who I'm talking about. She has a locker.

I can't open it for you if that's what you want.

OK, just to be clear, we're going to charge you,

for employing illegal immigrants.

We don't do any such thing.

No? We'll start interviews.

In an hour you may find you have no staff at all.

You'll be cleaning the fucking toilets on your own.

What is this? Cleaning materials?

They provide their own.

-Out of their wages?

-They're self-employed.

They don't have to work here.

Get the fuck out.

Fatima's phone.

Do you want a lift?

-She had that all along?

-Yeah, but she'd hidden it.

-Yeah, I know she'd hidden it.

-She didn't want to have it on her.

-Yeah, I know that.

-Too big a risk.

Kip, you may be a flyer but I'm not as stupid as you think I am.

-I don't think you're stupid.

-You went down to Harlsfleet without me. You made her a promise, didn't you?

-I went down to talk to her.

-I know how you did this.

-Come on, Nathan.

-I know what you did. Fuck you, Kip.

Fuck you and your methods. This is how it is with you.

-It's always on your own terms and fuck everyone else.

-Nathan!

-No, fuck you, Kip!

Fuck you!

RINGING

Kip, I found you. I've been trying all day.

Yeah, I'm not going to make it.

I need to work. I need to think and to work.

Oh, that's the third night in a row!

I know. I'm sorry.

Are you all right? I'm worried. Is something upsetting you?

I promise it's fine. I'd say if it wasn't.

I know, I know you would.

Look after yourself.

SPEAK IN OWN LANGUAGE

Where is your money?

Hello.

No, no, no - 3,000 euro each. 3,000 for you and 3,000 for your wife.

They're now on the boat.

SHOUTING

GUNSHOT, SCREAMING