01x04 - Episode 4

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Hello?

They've found a body.

I know.

I'm down there now.

Do you think it's linked?

I'm not sure.

I'm about to find out.

Billy?

Are you still there?

Who called it in?

Some guy walking his dog,

apparently.

Poor b*stard.

That would ruin your day.

OK, keep me updated.

Hey, Joe!

This is Christian.

Say something.

No

He's lied

about his family, about Bianca.

Everything's a lie!

Davor, please Everything's a lie!

listen to me. I know now

Everything's a lie!

where I've seen that car before.

I just Honey, you look worried,

you are worried.

I mean, it's natural, but it's fine.

He'll turn up.

He'll turn up.

Yeah?

Thanks.

See you soon.

Erm, listen, if he does get in

touch, you-you'll text me or

Yeah.

So I can leave you two to it, yeah?

You have one new message.

Hey, Hannah, I'm not sure

where you are or what you're up to,

but will you meet me back at

the usual place as soon as possible?

It's important.

Christian?

Christian, what

Oh

What are you doing? Stop it.

Get your hands off me. Ah

Christian, stop it!

Enough! Do you hear me?

Argh, argh!

Billy, what has happened?

Stefan Vargic is dead.

You k*lled him! Oh

No!

Christian Oh, my God.

Stop it. Your friends, the Mimicas,

they k*lled him! Stop it

Yeah, but you might as well

have pulled the trigger!

Stop it! Christian Christian!

What did you expect?

I don't know, Christian.

I thought that What?

Give him a gold f*cking star for

cosying up to a police officer?

I think you'd better go, Billy.

I was trying to protect you.

Christian

Christian?

Sit up.

You drink this.

What is it?

It's tea with brandy.

You're in shock.

Were you there?

Did you see it happen?

Who shot him?

Please, Christian, it's important.

Who shot Stefan?

Please

Christian

who shot him?

I'm almost finished.

What is it?

Where is everyone?

Who?

Well, Stefan, Christian.

I can't get hold of either of them.

Why are you calling Christian?

To ask if he's seen Stefan.

Stefan is in Croatia.

Since when?

Last night.

What, without saying goodbye?

He needed to disappear.

What did he do?

You know better than to ask that.

And when will he be back?

He's not coming back.

This doesn't change the way

I feel about you.

You know that, right?

It changes the way I feel

about myself.

It was him or you. Mum.

I-I'm not sorry he's dead.

Please, stop.

I don't care about anyone.

I just care about getting you

out of this mess.

I have to go back.

Well, that's not gonna happen,

because I won't allow it.

They won't just let me walk away.

Oh, then you'll go into hiding.

For the rest of my life?

Until we nail them.

And when will that be?

You have nothing to link

the Mimicas to Sean's m*rder.

And without me you've got no chance

of pulling off this drugs bust.

I don't care any more.

Talk to Davor, tell him that you've

had enough, that you want out.

He's got the g*n that you used.

He knows you'll keep

your mouth shut.

He'd have to incriminate himself.

He'd never risk it.

Will you tell Tina?

Nothing.

She never needs to know.

And Billy?

Don't worry about Billy.

He'll work it out,

if he hasn't already.

Are you sure?

Christian ID'd him.

Did he witness it?

I don't think so.

But could he testify?

No.

Is he all right?

What do you think?

But does he accept now that

we have to pull him out?

No.

He thinks the Mimicas were tidy

in-house before the deal.

He can't be sure of that.

But he's the man on the ground here.

He's adamant something big's

about to happen.

And that he's completely safe.

Look, if we can catch them

in the act of smuggling the coke,

along with the audio Christian's

recorded and the files from

Sean's computer, it all adds up

to a solid bust.

It proves Sean was onto them,

and a motive for his m*rder.

But if we don't tell Kane about

Stefan and it comes out later

that we knew, then

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have plausible deniability.

This is all masterminded by some

rogue operative from the NCA.

Which is more or less

the bloody truth.

You said we had 72 hours.

Yeah.

And they're almost up.

The wanderer returns.

There you are.

Have you seen Stefan?

No.

Davor said he's in Croatia.

Croatia?

Well, that's what he said.

Christian, what's going on?

I have to go and speak to him.

Davor?

You're late.

One day's OK, not two in a row.

Especially with Stefan in Croatia.

Yeah, but that's what I wanted

to sp Sit.

Davor, I.. Sit.

I need you to show character.

Can you do that?

Cos the thing we talked about

it starts today.

Christian

what's done is done.

This is Christian.

Say something.

Not again.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

It's been almost two hours.

I'll try texting him again.

Oh, God.

You need to calm down.

Ha!

No phones.

Anything?

The signal must be weak.

There we go.

Well, where's that?

The Marina Hotel.

Gentlemen, welcome to Bristol.

Colonel?

Oh, for We said no phones.

Relax.

I forgot to tell them.

We're all friends here.

Look familiar?

What's that?

Let's have a drink, huh?

He's carrying a bug.

A bug?

To a successful operation.

sh*t.

So, tell me, how was your trip?

Shaky.

What's wrong with this guy?

Sorry.

Maybe, erm he's sick?

Get him out of here.

Do you think he needs backup?

No, leave him.

He knows what he's doing.

I can't just sit here.

Hannah? Where are you going?

This is what we'll pay.

Oh, come on

Come on.

Ah

Argh!

Come on.

Christian.

Christian?

Are you Are you hurt?

Can you get up?

Christian?

Christian, you have to get up.

We have to get out of here!

I'm in here!

It's OK.

What are you doing in there?

Well, I don't feel very well.

You need to come back now.

OK.

Within the next 72 hours, then.

Yeah, whenever.

It's not going anywhere.

It was the same for all of us.

The first time you k*ll,

it's, erm

It's the ultimate test of character.

You'll be fine.

Unbelievable. You're a f*cking

headcase, you know that?

Only when I need to be. No.

You were reckless, Hannah.

You could've jeopardised everything.

Well, I didn't, and I don't

need a lecture from you

on being reckless, Billy.

At least he's back in the fold.

Hello, hello.

You've reached Stefan.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hello, hello.

You've reached Stefan.

Leave a message after the beep.

Police are investigating

the death of a man

whose body was found in woods

near Brockley yesterday morning.

The discovery was made

shortly after 6am

by a member of the public

walking their dog.

The dead man, who police say

appears to be in his 20s,

has not been identified.

So, Miss?

Erm, Jones. Sophie Jones.

Erm

My colleagues who took your call,

they said you were worried

about your boyfriend. Yeah.

We had a massive row.

When was this? Three nights ago.

I haven't heard from him since.

What's his name?

Matty Matthew Anderson.

Are you concerned for his welfare?

I heard a report on the radio

about a body found near Brockley.

Why do you think there's any

connection? I don't know.

Erm, he's had his fair share

of trouble.

Does he have a criminal record?

He was in a g*ng before we met.

Erm And he goes walking

in those woods all the time.

Will you be willing to carry out

a basic ID check?

Does Matthew have any

distinguishing marks?

Like what?

Birthmarks? Scars? Tattoos?

He has a few tattoos, yeah.

Can you describe any of them?

Erm

Oh.

Thank God. No.

No, he has nothing like that.

There we are. Thank you.

Emergency. What service

do you require? Police.

So, what are they buying?

We don't know.

We don't know? Christian wasn't

in the room when it was discussed.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Look, this one feels different.

It's not a single deal.

I think it's much bigger than that.

And these two are serious business,

I can tell.

They've got to be on our radar.

On PNC?

Are they f*ck!

No.

I mean our radar.

And you can ask someone, I presume.

Listen, we're at

the business end now.

Davor said three weeks

and that was ten days ago.

At worst, this lead could be

our ticket to a massive coke bust.

Imagine taking that to Kane

with a great big f*cking bow on it.

All right.

Keep digging.

Look, I need you to show

your faces at HQ.

I'm running out of excuses.

Hey, Fran, are you still working

the Sean Hardacre case?

For my sins.

Didn't you say they used

home-made b*ll*ts?

Yeah.

With some weird chequerboard design

pressed into the base of the

cartridge. Yeah, I thought so.

Why do you ask?

That body they found in the woods,

shot with exactly the same a*mo.

One to the chest and one to

the head to finish him off.

Are you sure? Oh, 100%.

Not exactly the a*mo of choice

of your average Bristol low-life,

is it?

Thanks.

I think they've just identified him,

if you're interested.

Couldn't we meet in a nice

hotel bar, just for once?

Your rules, not mine.

Godforsaken sh*thole.

This better be good.

Our source heard the older guy

referred to as the Colonel.

If you look closely, you'll see

the other guy has a mangled ear.

It was shot off in the Congo.

You know them, then?

Etienne Declerck.

The one on the left

is Vincent Clemens.

Belgian special forces

back in the day.

Arms dealers.

Mercenaries.

How have they popped up

on your radar?

They're playing footsie

with a drug g*ng in our patch.

Then you have got a problem,

my friend.

Why do you say that?

Those are the guys you call

if you want to start a w*r.

Hey. Hey, hey, it's OK.

What's wrong?

Stefan's dead.

Are you sure?

I've seen a photo.

Did you know?

Really, you didn't know? No.

If they can sh**t him,

they can sh**t you, too.

I've got to put a stop to this.

Why? Bianca

No, I've already called the police,

told them it was Stefan.

I called anonymously.

Bianca?

Bianca, those tables

won't lay themselves.

You OK?

Feeling better?

Yeah, a little. Thanks.

Davor. I don't want to hear it.

It's not the same g*n.

It's the same f*cking b*ll*ts!

f*ck!

I knew we shouldn't have

buried him there.

So, what shall we do?

Give them what they're looking for.

Did, erm Did your guy ID them?

They're arms dealers.

Ah, well, that makes sense.

They'll need fire power.

Not the kind of fire power

these guys specialise in.

Excuse me a second.

Oh, Christ!

What?

Bianca's just given someone at HQ

an anonymous tip off

about Stefan.

sh*t! Do we know who?

He doesn't say.

Oh, God, they'll make

the connection to the Mimicas

and then onto Christian.

Has Tina called you?

No, but she'll be losing her sh*t.

Well, one of us needs

to speak to her.

I'll do it.

Hannah. Hi, Vicky.

I didn't know you were

coming in today.

Where is everyone?

The big meeting room.

Oh, right. Better stick my head in.

And, Fran, Hannah is off sick.

I don't have the details.

That's not my department. Take it

up with HR. That's utter bullshit!

Hannah.

Your ears must've been burning.

We were just talking about you.

Were you? Mm.

Yeah, Fran was asking if you've

really been signed off sick.

I'm sorry, Hannah.

I didn't mean to imply anything.

We know how hard it's hit you.

It has all of us.

We're not being properly looped in

on the investigation.

I'm sorry if you feel I've let you

all down. No-one is suggesting that.

It just feels like

half the team is missing.

When we can least afford it.

And we're being obstructed.

That is ridiculous.

No-one is obstructing you!

So why has it taken nearly a week

to get hold of Sean's laptop?

And why do we only find out

second hand about Stefan Vargic

when there's clearly a link

between his and Sean's murders?

Can you prove that?

The same ammunition

was used in both killings.

It's handmade.

It's distinctive. So? Somebody

makes a batch and flogs it

to all the ne'er-do-wells in

Bristol. It doesn't prove anything.

It suggests there's a connection.

Pretty sure I'd know about it

if there was one.

You can't just turn up

after more than a week

and start throwing your weight

around, Billy. I'm not.

So, what makes you think you know

anything remotely useful?

Stefan Vargic was on my list.

What?

He was one of my contacts.

Why didn't you tell us?

I'm telling you now.

And what makes you so sure

there's no connection?

Vargic and his crew are total

no-marks. I just know it.

Who was he with? Croatian family,

runs a restaurant in town.

They're small fry.

Yet someone thought it worthwhile

k*lling him? Aye.

That was a bit of a shocker.

I need to know what's going on.

You're a selfish twat, Billy.

I'm sorry you think that.

Sean Hardacre has been k*lled.

So start being a team player.

I'll share whatever I find out,

I promise.

Just

Just give me a day or two.

Emergency. Which service do

you require? Police, please.

I have information relating to

the m*rder of the police officer.

I'd rather not say.

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Weapon.

Well, I know where the weapon is

which was used to k*ll him.

That was a smart play.

Buys us a wee bit of time at least.

Mm-hm, and any information

gets fed back to the Mimicas.

If the source is in the room. Mm.

Listen, I, um, I

didn't mean what I said.

About me being a selfish twat?

Guilty as charged, your honour.

Look I-I know that

I know you're looking out for him.

You're joking, aren't you?

"No evidence."

Is that what they said?

Yeah, nothing. Jesus.

Just the woman I'm looking for.

Someone's called in a tip about the

g*n used to k*ll Sean Hardacre.

Ring any bells?

You fancy tagging along?

You bet.

Anything interesting?

We may know the whereabouts

of one of the m*rder weapons.

OK.

Keep me informed.

Mr Kabashi

we found it in your garage.

My client has no knowledge

of the weapon or how it got there.

So, somebody planted it?

That's what he says.

Does he care to enlighten us?

How long will you be gone?

Maybe two nights.

Three at most.

And do you know what

you're getting yourself into?

Davor's told me a bit about it.

Can you tell me?

You should ask him.

He always refers to it as "Krien".

Hey

Don't go.

I have to.

Christian, please.

Bianca, don't, just

What's this?

It's fake.

I can get one made for you

too, we could disappear,

before it's too late.

I'm not who you think I am.

I won't

give up on you, Christian.

you know, being

able to pull the trigger?

Davor is just

glad the b*stard's dead.

Really.

Listen to me, I know now

wh-where I've seen that car before.

Yes, yes! I can prove it!

Just give me my!

Billy?

Mm.

Billy.

They're about to dock.

Where is that?

Somewhere near Antwerp.

Welcome.

Hey.

You want to look?

Kalashnikov, hm?

No?

Maybe you prefer a

handgun instead, hey?

Walther PPK.

Hitler owned one.

So did Elvis.

Bang!

Shall we get down to business?

Yeah, let's get to business.

Here, don't worry, it's broken, hm.

Have a look.

You coming?

Everything's a lie!

Everything's a lie!

Everything's a lie.

You said, "I'll tell you"

"..if there's something

you need to know."

The answer to Krien is here.

Quite a rare bird, this one,

or, should I say fish.

It's a Losos Class m*dget submarine,

translates as "salmon" in

Russian, you may like to know.

Russian?

They're rather used to

specialise in this type of vessel

during the Cold w*r.

Designed to support sabotage

missions, that sort of thing.

And how much can she carry?

Up to half a metric ton, I'd say.

Enough to start a turf w*r.

Oh, my God.

And that's what they're gonna use

to get the drugs into the country.

And where would you

dock a sub like this?

Oh, she can operate

in very shallow water.

I imagine you'd probably use a small

boat to bring her cargo ashore.

So, anywhere, basically.

Hm.

She has a range of several

hundred nautical miles,

from her mother ship.

Mother ship? Yes.

And funnily enough,

there's one that fits the bill

operating out of Antwerp right now.

The Alexander Nevsky,

decommissioned by the

Russian Navy in the mid 90's,

probably about the same time

that our slippery little salmon

was put out to pasture.

She's been refitted

as a merchant vessel.

Exactly.

You'll know when they're

going to launch our sub

once she leaves the harbour.

This is it.

This is Krien.