06x02 - The Fall Out 2

[bunniefuu]

[music playing]

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

They were police officers.

Wake up!

[tires screeching]

[screaming]

What the hell is that?

POLICE OFFICER: It's an arm.

It's somebody's arm.

Yours is the wee girl.
You OK about that?

- Yeah, sure.
- OK.

The fire must have moved rapidly
through from the rear of the vehicle.

Any action?

Just the usual comings
and goings, sarge.

Doesn't look like they
know anything's amiss.

She was pregnant.

Emma was pregnant.

Take a close
look at these teeth.

I'd say it was from some
Third World country.

It's pretty primitive dentistry.

I thought the policemen
were very interesting.

Do you know what the
case they were working on?

I didn't know they
were on a case.

[crying]

[theme music]

HARRY CUNNINGHAM: Stewart,
can you show me your shoes, please?

Can you show me your shoes?

Mrs. Connors?

DS Johnson.

How can I help you?

I want to speak to
the person in charge

of the accident, the pileup,
the one the other night.

You can speak to me
about it. Come through.

[chatter]

[screaming]

[chatter]

[truck horn]

I know who caused
the crash, the pileup.

Go on.

It was my husband, Nick Connors.

He was driving.

Emma Charleston
was his passenger.

He dragged her out of the
car and then left her to die.

Is your husband prepared
make a statement saying all this?

I don't know, but I'm
telling you what happened.

He'd been drinking.

He was with that girl.

He caused the crash.

Is it right she had
an arm missing?

News travels fast.

Anything you can tell me?

I was going to ask
you the same thing.

Well, I haven't set
eyes on her yet.

What's her involvement
in the pileup?

I'm not sure there is one.

Oh, come on.

There can't be that many teenage
girls in London with an arm missing.

You're obviously aware
this is very complex.

There are a number
of facts to consider,

a vehicle with faulty brakes,
a person who left the scene,

a su1c1de Artic driver.

Two on-duty police officers.

It's funny how you
never mention them.

We're in the middle of
an ongoing operation.

Revealing certain
facts would jeopardize it.

Really?

You have to accept
my word on that.

What's the operation?

I can't tell you.

Were Barrett and
Stevens in on it?

You're overstepping the mark.

No, I don't think so.

And when the
inquest gets underway,

I'm going to make it very damn clear that
a lot of evidence was withheld from us.

Ash Williams, the Artic
driver, or what's left of him.

Walked under a lorry?

That's right.

You know why?

Guilt, if I had to guess.

His tachograph showed that he'd
had three hours rest in thirty-six.

I did some more work
on the mysterious arm.

LEO DALTON: And?

I think I've got something.
I'll show you and Sam.

[music playing]

If it is the girl they
pulled out of the river,

she can't have survived very
long without medical attention,

a couple of hours at most.

Yeah, I'd go along with that.

But what interested me...

These marks here.

They seem to form
a sort of pattern,

which I couldn't make out at first,
so I had some ultraviolets done.

And it's the
imprint of a trainer.

A trainer?

A running shoe.

I think they could
get a match on that.

Excellent.

Well, the police
can't ignore that.

So we think the arm was
possibly in some machinery

and then stamped on
for some bizarre reason?

- That's a possibility.
- Why?

Well, moving a body about...

It isn't easy, especially
if you're on your own.

Anything can happen in a panic.

Let's get these
photos checked out,

see if we can find a
match on the trainers.

What were you going
to do about the baby?

Does it matter?

Yes, it matters.

It matters to me.

I wanted her to get rid of it.

Well, at least
that's consistent.

Karen, I'm worried about you.

I've been to the police.

I told them you were driving.

Good.

Good?

Yeah.

Good.

I couldn't live with it.

I can't live with it.

- Thanks for these.
- Cheers.

Oh, Harry, I thought
you'd want to know,

the mother of the girl
you did the autopsy on...

She d*ed earlier this evening.

OK.

Thanks. Thanks for telling me.

Harry?

I hear you had a talk with the
father, Paul Preston, the other day?

Yeah, that's right.
I wish I hadn't.

Why?

I think he saw me as some
kind of priest-like figure.

Did you manage to speak to Leo
about the first PM he did on a a child?

No, don't need to.

I'm cool about it, really.

Maybe if I had one of my
own, it might be different,

more poignant.

Have you got kids?

No.

Because you never wanted any?

I wouldn't say that, I would say

it was because circumstances
never warranted me having any.

Wish you had now?

I think that's something I
prefer to keep to myself.

Sorry, out of order.

Are personal questions
your speciality?

No, I didn't mean
it to be personal.

I just like knowing.

TECHNICIAN: I want to
have a look at it one more time.

Nick Connors made a
statement late last night.

He's still subject
to inquiries, but...

You didn't have enough to go on?

He came in of his own
free will, just told it as it was.

You don't think he
caused the crash?

Ah, it's difficult to say.

He said he was distracted for
a moment by Emma Charleston.

They'd been arguing.

Next thing he knew,
he was ploughing

into the side of the Artic.

Was there anyone else who
could have seen what happened?

Yeah, John Brent, the
driver of the car transporter.

Well, what does he
have to say about it?

He hasn't.

DCI Deacon has
an interest in him.

An interest in Brent?

What interest?

Don't know.

But her men tell me
he's too shocked to talk,

so I have to wait.

It's the van you
wanted to see, isn't it?

Yeah.

Is there any chance you
could get forensic evidence

from the back of the van?

I'm looking for a blood match.

Not a chance.

You're more likely to
get blood out of a stone.

Whose blood are you after?

The girl we pulled
from the Thames.

Good luck.

What a mess.

Excuse me, sorry,
Dr. Cunningham, sorry.

I'm sorry to
bother you like this.

It's OK.

I just need to talk to you.

I... I need somebody's help.

What about?

They want to take Tara from me.

Tara's not my natural daughter.

And now Kelly's dead,
her father wants her back.

Didn't want her before,
but he wants her now.

Talk to social services
about it. They'll listen to you.

No they won't.

They'll say that the
crash was my fault,

and I won't have
a leg to stand on.

Look, Tara doesn't want
to go back to him, do you?

- No.
- Well, she doesn't.

- She wants to stay with me.
- I want to stay with Paul.

I'm a doctor. It's not my area.

Yes it is.

Could you say that
it's mentally wrong

for a chi... tell them that it's
too disturbing for her. Say that.

Paul, you need a psychiatrist
for that. I am a pathologist.

Please, please help me.

How long do you reckon
she was in the water?

It's impossible to say to
any degree of accuracy,

but certainly more
than 24 hours.

And the arm?

Do we know if it was hers?

After the post-mortem we'll
do an anatomical match.

It won't tell us
who she is, though.

Having said that,
there's a strong possibility

she isn't British.

You think there's a
connection between her

and the guy that was
b*rned in the van?

If she's Albanian, it has to
be more than a coincidence.

[knocking at door]

The result of the
marks on that arm.

The professor is doing a
PM. Can I leave it with you?

Mind if I take a look?

Up to the boss.

The right arm's been
crushed and torn off.

It could have been hit
by a ship's propeller.

By the look of the body,
it's been in the water

for some time, which has caused
the wound to become very soggy.

But there's no obvious water
damage from the severed arm,

so she could have
d*ed, then lost the arm,

and for some reason, the
arm was retrieved having

spent little time in the water.

No, I don't think so.

I think the injury happened
ante-mortem rather than post-mortem.

Her organs are very pale.
There's been a massive blood loss.

Therefore, we can assume the damage
to the arm happened before death.

[music playing]

From her general appearance,
I'd say she was in her early teens.

Damage around
and inside the vag*na

implies she was sexually active.

It's OK.

It'll be OK.

Once we get to Spain,
we'll just disappear,

and nobody will find us.

- Spain?
- Yeah.

You do want to go, don't you?

I'm not sure.

What happened
about that dentistry?

Did you ever get
an identification?

Oh yeah.

The man in the
van, Afrim Kalikani.

I would say that was an
anatomical match, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Well, let's get some DNA
samples, just to confirm.

Nobody's going to
make the connection.

Can we bank on it?

There's nothing to link
this to Stevens or Barrett,

I'll make sure.

- Who found him?
- Neighbor.

- How?
- Not sure.

DCI Deacon, DS Johnson.

Richard Barrett?

I'm Professor
Ryan, the pathologist

dealing with the road traffic
accident you were involved in.

Would you mind talking to me?

I'm very sorry to hear
about your colleague.

Yeah.

I just wanted to ask you about
some bruising on his hands?

Bruising?

Yeah, on his fist?

What about it?

Do you know how it happened?

In the crash, probably.

No, this happened before.

Was he in a fight?

Fight?

Some sort of
confrontation, perhaps?

I've changed my mind, I
don't want to talk to you.

Well, that's up to you.

But why wouldn't you?

I just don't.

Unless there was something
you wanted to hide?

I want to see my boss.

Your boss?

DCI Deacon.

Oh yes, I've met your boss.

Get out.

I need to know what
you and Mick Stevens

were involved with.

Nurse?

Nurse!

Jesus.

Do you want to
speak to the neighbor?

Yeah.

We'd better get the
scientific people in.

A pathologist?

Call Dr. Dalton,
see if he's available.

[knocking at door]

Have you got a minute?

Yeah.

I think it's about time
we cleared the air.

You're entitled to
your opinion, Leo.

That's all there is.

I believe you were
right about Deacon.

She was deliberately
trying to polarize us.

I don't know why, but...

But if we're working against
each other, the less likely

we're going to find
out what she's up to.

You're probably right.

I have found out that not only
are Barrett and Stevens police

officers, but Deacon
is also their boss.

All I can say is
I'm really sorry.

I was totally wrong.

[knocking at door]

Excuse me.

Dr. Dalton, I've got a Sergeant
Johnson on the phone for you.

LEO DALTON: Thanks, Rosemary.

It's Deacon's man.

Whatever he wants,
I'm ahead of the game.

Are we all right?

All right.

This place hasn't
been cleaned in weeks.

Any idea who he is?

No.

So it's not connected
to the RTO, then?

No.

Suspicious death, so here I am.

Well, I'd say he'd been
dead for quite some time.

Matter of days
rather than hours.

Possibility that he's been
att*cked, maybe in a fight.

Lots of bruising beneath
the jawline and the eyes.

The nose has been broken.

Bled profusely before he d*ed.

Head wound's deep there.

Has a w*apon been found?

No.

Judging by the
state of his injuries,

it looks as if might be some
kind of a blunt instrument.

You might want a
sh*t of this, though.

Albanian.

Are you still trying to tell
me this has got nothing

to do with the pileup?

[interposing voices]

[speaking Albanian]

NEWS REPORTER
[ON TV]: At the moment,

police have no clue as
to the identity of the girl,

and would like to
hear from anyone

who may know of
somebody who suffered

a recent injury resulting
in the loss of the right arm.

[music playing]

Condoms.

Found anything?

Only the reason why he
didn't have time to go shopping.

I'll see you at the PM, then.

Eilir Zequiri, Albanian.

See this bruising
around his jaw?

He was beaten?

That's what I think.

I'm just thinking
of Stevens' fists.

Could have been
in a fight with him.

How far away from the
flat was the accident?

Five or six miles.

Do you know they could've
been fighting about?

Well, the place was
being used as a brothel.

Deacon tell you that?

No, that was just obvious.

But it seems to me that Stevens
and Barrett were two bent cops,

possibly protecting the
two Albanians from the law,

for a fee, I imagine.

And they didn't pay up.

Someone's here who thinks
they know who the girl is.

Who is it?

Don't know. She's
in the police office.

Do you know her?

Do you know who she is?

My sister, Eva.

[CRYING] My baby sister.

Do you know what
happened to her?

I don't know anything.

When did you last see her?

I don't know.

A long time ago.

I need to speak to you.

I have to go.

What's your name?

Why do you want to know?

So I know who I'm talking to.

I don't want to talk to you.

You're not going to talk to
the police, either, are you?

I am.

I have told them I will
go see them tomorrow.

I'm foreign student.

You're from Albania, aren't you?

Yes.

What are you doing here?

Working.

I have permit.

Are you sure?

I have to go.

Your sister was involved
in a brutal accident.

I don't know anything. I don't
want to talk to any more police.

I'm not the police.

I don't want to talk to anyone.

Listen to me.

No, please!

Listen for a minute.

If you can remember anything,
anything that might be useful,

you give me a call.

That's my private number, OK?

I promise you,
I'm not the police.

[music playing]

[crying]

[yelling]

[screaming]

[crying]

[shouting]

[speaking Albanian]

[crying]

You and Sam sorted
out your problem?

I hope so.

She's not easy.

No, she's not.

But she's good.

I couldn't hope to learn
from a better person.

Amazingly focused.

Oh, she's in a
league of her own.

I just cut them up
and try and work it out.

Yeah, I bet.

The truth is, the only reason

I became a pathologist is
because I had this weird fascination

with the nature of existence.

What's your excuse?

Father was a doctor, a surgeon, so
going into medicine was taken as given.

A pathologist?

Why not a surgeon like him?

Much more glamorous.

Oh, it's private, this?

He was in a league of his own.

Couldn't have followed him.

Well, I'm surprised he didn't
try to guide you in that direction.

Wasn't around when I was
making those career decisions.

He d*ed when I was 12.

MAN: I told you you'd do it.

Carved out the pumpkin, and...

Sorry, sorry, didn't
know you had company.

Excuse me. My son.

Harry?

Harry!

Another bad day?

I think I just got something
monumentally wrong.

Is this still to do
with that little girl?

The girl's father came
to me for help, and...

Did nothing.

MOTHER: What
could you have done?

I'm not sure.

So where's the mistake?

Must have been something...

Something I could have said.

There probably was.

Don't worry about it.

Next time, you'll
do it differently.

Doesn't seem very satisfying.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Yes, that's right.

Hold on a second.

Paul Preston?

[music playing]

[chatter]

How is she?

Knackered.

I'm sorry about this.

Don't... don't worry about it.

I'm glad you rang, believe me.

It would never have worked,
running away, not for Tara.

Sometimes you have
to try things for you

to know they won't work.

The woman in the car
is from social services.

And I told her everything
I know on the way down,

and you'll have to
fill her in on the rest.

Here, you must be
knackered as well.

OK?

[music playing]

Don't look now, mate.

Not long.

LEO DALTON: Male
Caucasian, I'd say somewhere

between his late


Distinguishing
features... there's

a tattoo on his upper left
arm in the shape of a phoenix.

There's bruising in
the middle of his chest

and to the right of the midline.

There's further bruising
to the upper chest

and to the upper
right arm, indicative

that a struggle has taken place.

There's also bruising
beneath the left jaw.

There's an angled wound
in the centre of the forehead.

Thanks.

Approximately six
centimeters by three and a half.

Can we have a
photo of that, please?

Sure.

Exposing the brain
and the underlying skull.

[phone ringing]

Professor Ryan's phone?

OK, and who shall
I say is calling?

I'd say that the
wound to the forehead

was caused by a blunt
object or instrument.

Or possibly the corner
of something, a bookcase,

fireplace, table,
anything like that.

And it caused a fractured
skull and cerebral contusions,

which was the
probable cause of death.

A fight which ended
in an accident?

That's what it looks like.

Can I have the tweezers please?

When are you going
to tell me the connection

between this guy and the girl
they fished out of the Thames?

You've been talking with
Professor Ryan, haven't you?

She is my colleague.

You keep on talking with
her, let's leave it at that.

This is a teenage
girl who suffered

a major trauma
from which she d*ed

and nobody seems interested.

If she were my
daughter, I'd be interested,

and make damn sure you were.

I've just looked at the
slides of the vaginal swabs

from the girl we pulled
from the Thames.

And?

She had gonorrhea.

A short but eventful life.

[music playing]

She could have been much younger

than I had first thought.

It was her clothes that made
me think she was in her teens.

[knocking at door]

Professor Ryan?

A girl called Nikolla phoned
for you earlier on your mobile.

She left a number for
you to call her back.

It's on your desk.

Oh, thanks, Rosemary.

[speaking Albanian]

[phone ringing]

[speaking Albanian]

[phone ringing]

No answer.

Try again.

You never know.

[speaking Albanian]

[phone ringing]

[speaking Albanian]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Nikolla?

Professor Ryan?

Yes, you rang me?

NIKOLLA SHALA [ON PHONE]: I
would like to speak to you, please.

[chatter]

[speaking Albanian]

[laughter]

[interposing voices]

Do you want company?

Where's the woman?

I'm taking you to
her, don't worry.

What do you mean, don't worry?

Do you know the risk I take?

If you go to the
police, then I...

Did the police visit
you where you live?

No.

The men are
scared of the police.

And he will k*ll me
if I talk with them.

Who'll k*ll you?

The man who looks after me.

What's his name?

His name is Mehmet.

Mehmet Zequiri.

He is my cousin.

He owns me, him
and his brother, Eilir.

Owns you?

They pay my family
for me in Albania.

How long has this been going on?

One and a half year ago,
they pay $5-$6,000 for me,

so I have to work hard
to pay back money.

Did your sister work
for Mehmet also?

She was going to,
but she had accident.

All right... OK.

NIKOLLA SHALA: She was
working for another man in Albania.

Mehmet paid for her
like he paid for me,

bring her over here, him
and her, and some other girls.

And your sister was
injured during the journey?

Took them a long time to
get here, days, maybe weeks.

It was getting crazy.

A girl told me afterwards they
thought they were going to die.

Very little food, no water.

They were kept in this
place where they store things.

Eva couldn't
stand it any longer.

She tried to get out.

She was small.

She could have just made it.

But they saw her,
and to stop her,

they closed the door on
her arm, the big metal door,

closed it, and tore her arm.

They left her to die?

Yes.

Who were these men?

I don't know their
names, friends,

relatives of Mehmet and Eilir.

They k*lled my sister.

I want them punished.

SAM RYAN: Where do they live?

Where does Mehmet live?

With us in the apartment.

And where's the apartment?

I cannot tell you.

Then we can do nothing.

This will just go on and on.

What am I supposed to do?

Mehmet said she was in hospital.

He said they were
looking after her.

They let her die in
the back of a van.

Let her die.

She was 13.

Did you work this
late in Sheffield?

No.

That's the beauty of having
someone to go home to.

Yeah.

But you don't half get a lot
more work done this way.

We met with the girl.

And?

As you thought,
she's a prost*tute.

So was her sister.

And the police are in on it?

I don't know.

That crash wasn't a coincidence.

Somebody must know
what really happened.

Well, like who?

I mean, Williams is dead.

Preston is trying to fight
for the custody of his kid.

Connors is on a charge.

There's only the guy
driving the flatbed.

Well, let's talk to him.

He can't still be too
shocked to speak.

We don't know where he is.

Traffic might know.

Someone went round
to see him the other day,

but he wasn't in.

I was going to
give it another go.

Do you mind if I tag along?

OK by me.

Harry?

How was Nikolla?

Fine.

I dropped her off, and I
waited, and guess what?

I know where she lives.

I wasn't too shocked
to make a statement.

I made it the day
after it happened.

Not to us, you didn't.

I went to the police station.

And this woman talked to me.

DCI Deacon?

I don't think she told me.

But after I said my piece,
I couldn't believe why

the police didn't do something.

What did you say?

I told them how it was.

I told them exactly
how it happened.

I had a bird's-eye view.

There was a van followed
by a BMW, then a Merc,

all traveling in the
opposite direction to me.

Suddenly, the BMW pulls
out over to my side of the road.

It started to overtake?

That's what I thought.

It was going to be tight.

I started to brake.

[YELLING] You idiot!

And he could have just made it.

He could have passed
without hitting anything.

But instead, he rammed
straight into the side of the van.

For no reason.

He just plowed into him.

[tires screeching]

The van just careered
up into a lamppost,

and the BMW spun
off and came flying

across the road toward me.

I couldn't do anything.

There was nothing I could do.

He went straight into me.

Whoever drove that BMW
must have been insane.

You had a visit from
Professor Ryan?

What she want?

To know if Mick
had been in a fight.

I didn't tell her anything.

Eilir Zequiri's body has surfaced
sooner than we'd have liked.

Does that mean I'm
going to be charged?

No.

We carry on just the same,
no one knows you were there.

And I can't afford to let the
investigation get sidetracked.

There's another haul due today.

It might already be here.

We still don't have a location.

Did Zequiri give any hint
as to where it might be?

[interposing voices]

Oh, I can see you're
a big man when

it comes to sneaking
around little girls, isn't it?

Where's the location!

Tell us where the location is!

We were working on him pretty
hard when Zequiri suddenly

went for the door.

If Mick hadn't of grabbed
him, he'd have been away.

The operation would
have been screwed.

Mike tried to restrain him.

But he couldn't.

He was hitting him, but
he wouldn't lay down.

So I grabbed him, threw
him across the room.

[groaning]

Kalikani came back to the flat.

We locked the doors.

He obviously needed
to speak to Zequiri.

[phone ringing]

Where's the phone?

[VOICEOVER] Kalikani
was calling him on the mobile,

but he couldn't get through.

Because he couldn't get
Zequiri he sets off again.

At first, he had no
idea we were on to him.

He just seemed to be going
nowhere, driving around.

Then we had a loss.

Suddenly, there he was,
parked up on the river bank,

struggling with this body.

We virtually fell across him.

He saw our headlights
and just panicked.

He must have left
the arm in the van.

We knew if he found
Mehmet, we were screwed.

So I had to drive
him off the road.

[screeching tires]

Go on.

OK.

You better take it easy.

We're going to keep on digging,
get them to lead us to the location.

All right?

Terence Hardy is willing
to report Brent's statement,

but he's nervous.

Deacon's got a lot of power.

He wants to be absolutely certain
that he's got something concrete.

We should talk to the girl,
Nikolla, get the whole story.

Did she ring you again?

No, but Harry got her address.

Guv, subject on the move.

B15 from BC1.

White male, approximately


leaving suspect premises.

Copy that, copy that.

BC1, he's coming
straight towards us.

I'll get another
unit to take eyeball.

It's OK, we're clear.

He's heading west
towards the main A179.

To all units, subject
heading west on the L road.

Take up the eyeball.

POLICE OFFICER:
What in the hell?

SAM RYAN: You'd
better wait here.

Well, I should come in.

She'll be nervous if
she sees someone else.

I'll give you five minutes,
then I'm coming after you.

We have a problem.

I read the problem.

Try to intercept.

Guv, they lost Mehmet.

To all units, we
have temporary loss

of eyeball of the subject.

BI5 and BI9, move in.

Move in.

[doorbell ringing]

To all units, subject sighted.

We have subject sighted.

Subject has returned.

He's entering apartment block.

Repeat, he's entering
apartment block.

All right.

Pull out.

What?

Pull out?

Excuse me, I need
to speak to the girl.

Leave.

Why?

Are you worried she
might say something to me?

Mehmet!

[interposing voices]

We have a situation.

Where's the backup?

[screaming]

Mehmet, calm down.

Stay there!

Mehmet, calm down!

[sirens]

[interposing voices]

Go, go, go!

[interposing voices]

[police radio chatter]

[interposing voices]

Listen to me, Mehmet.

Listen!

My name is Carol Deacon.

I'm a Detective Chief Inspector
with the Metropolitan Police.

Put the bottle down...

I k*ll you!

And release the girl.

It's over, Mehmet.

I'm not going to let you
walk away from here.

Put the bottle...

I k*ll!

Down!

[crying]

[yelling]

Get up.

POLICE OFFICER [ON
RADIO]: We need to move in now

and clear the building.

[police radio chatter]

Still getting
sorted out, I think.

Let's keep it covered
for the time being.

[interposing voices]

This is what you
wanted, isn't it?

Happy now?

Happier now that you can't
avoid the fact that Barrett

and Stevens were on the take.

They weren't on the take.

They were in on it.

In on what?

They were a hair's breadth
from getting the location of where

the girls are brought in.

It was nothing to do with money,
it was about them doing their job.

They k*lled a man.

It was an accident.

We needed to know when and
where the girls were brought in.

Oh, I see.

So this is now established
police tactics, is it?

k*lling suspects, causing
major traffic accidents.

Fall out, not intentional.

Barrett drove
Kalikani off the road

to stop him telling Mehmet and
his people we were onto them.

And what about the
body in the house?

Eilir Zequiri was an animal.

None of those girls are over 16.

Do you know what
he made them do?

Shall I tell you?

I know what they do.

I'm a pathologist.

I don't really care what you do.

I'm more concerned
that we find out

where the next load
of human cargo is.

You should have let us
know what was going on.

It would never
have come to this.

Maybe, but could you
not have interfered?

Innocent people k*lled,
young girls abused?

No, you'd have
still got involved.

Hi.

Always been a fitness freak?

It's got nothing
to do with fitness.

I'm a martyr to the cause.

What cause?

The anti-pollution lobby.

I'm going to be the first man to
die of carbon monoxide poisoning

while cycling to work.

Very noble.

Maybe it's because it's
quicker than London transport.

How's the studying?

How?

Well, I'm still trying
to get my head round

this fine line I have to tread -
involved, not quite, detached, not quite.

Don't think I'll never get it.

Don't think
anybody ever gets it.

Just seems a bit crazy.

Well, it is.

What do you expect?

Sanity, that is what I expected.

Scientific sanity.

[phone ringing]

Sam Ryan?

Neil?

I've had a call.

There are fatalities, I
don't know how many.

Can you spare the time?

Sure.

Have you spoken to Deacon?

Yes.

And?

I told her I could find nothing

to link DC Richard Barrett
the death of Eilir Zequiri.

And could you?

There was nothing.

Do you want me to take a look?

I'd rather you didn't.

I'd find the same as you.

If they need a second opinion.

Thank you.

I think they're happy
with my findings.

Sam Ryan.

Mehmet's last shipment.

He was to collect them
the day we arrested him.

Security found
them this morning.

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