02x06 - Swansong

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I saw you, Mother

with another man.

'You betrayed him, Mother.'

You betrayed us.

It's been here the whole weekend.

God's sake, Dan, pick up!

Donckers.

Boss.

Have you heard from DS Winters?

Didn't he tell you?

He's on a training course.

Training course?

Yeah, some risk management bollocks.

How to be a proper jobsworth,

you know the sort of thing.

Mm-hm.

Don't go all Little Bo

Peep on me, Donckers.

It's only for a few days.

What have we got?

Management says the car's been

here since late on Friday evening.

I've already asked

for a copy of the CCTV.

Looks like there's traces

of blood around the handle,

maybe the perp's prints.

Get forensics to prioritise.

Mm-hm.

Something's not right

about the clothes, boss.

Suspiciously clean for someone

who's been shot in the head.

Bag them up and send

them off to the lab, then.

Get them to take a look.

Yeah.

He looks almost familiar.

Yes.

Me too, boss. Swear I've

met him somewhere before.

I just can't think where

or when for the life of me.

Name doesn't ring a bell?

Driver's license says Steve Daniels,

but there's no record

of anyone with that name

and the corresponding

place and date of birth.

You think he's known to us?

Can't think how else I'd recognise him.

What about the car?

Registered to the same name, same address.

OK, let's check it out.

Thanks, Deano.

I'll look down here, you check upstairs.

It's more like a hotel than a home.

Same in here.

There's one pair of jeans in the wardrobe.

One can of beer in the fridge.

Only personal touch was this.

Thing is, I'm even more sure now

I've met him somewhere.

Someone will know where this was taken.

Did you check that?

I was getting round to it.

'You have one new message.'

'Steve, please'

I won't try to persuade you, I promise.

Just give me a call. Let know you're OK.

Any news?

Still waiting to hear, boss.

Any updates?

Nothing usable from CCTV, Ma'am.

And we'll have to wait for forensics.

DS Donckers thinks she might recognise him,

but there's no match for

his prints on PNC, I'm afraid.

Bingo. They've just emailed.

Looks like he's one of us.

Steve Daniels' real name is Danny Stevens.

I strongly suspect that

you're in there, Mother.

Past experience suggests you

shall have to talk to me eventually.

That's what he thinks, darling.

I dunno. It depends how

long it's for, really. I know.

DI Rabbit, DS Donckers,

this is Detective Superintendent

Alf Mercer from Regional Drug Squad.

Thanks for making the time.

I know how busy we all are.

You may well remember the case

that DI Lanesborough came to see us about.

Well, it seems we have

inadvertently cut across it once again.

The road haulage guy?

'Kenny Holland.'

We've been working with covert ops

for the best part of a year

to infiltrate his operation.

We think he's using his fleet

to smuggle MDMA and cocaine

from the continent through

all the major east coast ports.

So Danny Stevens was undercover?

That's right. I got a notification

when you searched his name on PNC.

Come on, missy, walk away.

You have my sympathies.

It's horrible losing a colleague at

any time, but especially on the job.

Do we know how his cover was blown?

Alf doesn't think it has been.

Danny was being very cautious,

staying on the fringes.

He'd been drinking in the bar for months

before he said a word to the target.

Well, something gave the game away.

Or someone.

Me and his handler at Covert Ops,

we were the only ones in the know.

There hasn't been a

peep from Holland on this,

or any of the other principles.

Can't turn a blind eye to m*rder.

I'm not asking you to.

Detective Superintendent Mercer

is suggesting that we

carry on investigating

the m*rder of Steve Daniels,

but stay out of the drugs operation.

For the time being.

Look, we have

reason to believe Holland

has a number of police officers

on his payroll. I'm sure none of us

wants to blow the chance

to root out a couple of bad apples.

Of course not.

And it goes without saying,

not a word of this leaves this room.

Does Stevens have a next of kin?

Wife. I'll, uh, get you the address.

Oh, um, there was a lot of phone traffic

between Danny and this

woman, Katherina Kaminski.

She works at the club where

Holland and his cronies hang out.

She might know something.

We've seen her already,

haven't we, boss? Yes, we have.

I'll never get used to this bit.

Worst part of the job,

especially when it's one of ours.

Can I help you?

I always knew this moment would come.

Danny was so blase about it.

How long had he worked undercover?

Oh, years.

He was addicted to it.

The risk, the secrecy.

It was like a drug.

Then you'd think nothing of it if he

didn't make contact for a while?

He could be gone for days on end.

When was the last time you saw him?

Erm Thursday night.

I mean, F-Friday morning.

He came back for a change of clothes.

Stayed the night, left the next morning.

Did he say anything

about his latest operation?

What he was working on?

He was always adamant that I

I shouldn't have anything to do with it.

Said it was for my own protection.

I have, erm, an emergency contact, though.

But check the club she works at.

Professor. Get in.

Popped in for a nail clip

and a tidy up, Professor?

This is no time for merriment.

I appear to have mislaid my mother.

I appear to have mislaid my partner.

Perhaps we should team up?

I have a list of a dozen

regular haunts to visit.

Well, she's a busy lady.

Or excessively capricious,

depending on your point of view.

All right, I'll drive you round.

But first things first.

There's been a m*rder.

She's not in today, darlin'.

Tatiana.

Yeah, that's right. You know her?

Sh-She has visited me

In a therapeutic capacity,

you understand. Mm.

Professor?

I told you to wait for me.

Katherina Kaminski?

It's Kaminska.

Kaminska.

We're making inquiries

about a Steve Daniels.

Perhaps this might jog your memory.

No? OK. What about this?

I haven't seen him for a few days.

You haven't heard?

Did something happen to him?

Mr. Daniels has been shot dead.

What's going on?

Hello, my name is DS Lisa Donckers.

Chas Parton. I'm the owner.

We're investigating a m*rder.

Oh, you stupid cow.

I told you not to get involved

with the bloody clients!

Mr. Daniels was a regular, then?

No point in denying it.

When was the last time you saw him?

Wednesday night.

He was in a fight. I'm

hardly gonna forget it.

Hey, come on.

No! Come on! Just one.

OK, come on!

'Can you ID the guy for us?'

'Never seen him before in my life.'

Credit card receipts?

He paid cash.

CCTV?

Oh, come on.

I think he was one of Kenny's drivers.

I saw them talking earlier.

Kenny Holland?

Thank you, Miss Kaminska.

'That is so unfair.'

'I've got it.'

I'm too stupid for a promotion,

and I'm too stupid for you.

She's not been seen

in the karaoke bar for weeks.

Hard to imagine your

mother hogging the mic,

belting out It's Raining Men.

C'est fou ce que je peux t'aimer ♪

C'est fou ce que je peux t'aimer ♪

Des fois, des fois ♪

Je voudrais crier ♪

Si jamais tu partais ♪

Partais et me quittais ♪

Mon amour. ♪

I believe her repertoire

is of a more mature vintage.

So, where next?

Gustav's oleaginous bistro,

or the even more questionable delights

of the Cambridge Gin Palace?

Neither.

I thought we'd pay Kenny Holland a visit.

You have explicit orders from DCI Brand

to refrain from investigating Mr. Holland,

at the request of DI

Lanesborough, if I'm not mistaken.

I'm not gonna sit on my hands

and let some low-life,

drug-smuggling scumbag plead the fifth

on what he knows about a m*rder.

Besides, I won't be interviewing him.

You will.

Quid pro quo.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Holland.

It's all right, Sandra. I'll handle it.

No need, Detective.

I never forget a face,

or a figure like yours.

We're investigating a m*rder.

I told you the last time.

No lawyer, no questions.

Well, we were informed

he was a friend of yours.

I assumed you want to help.

You're aware of what's happened?

Word gets around.

Wednesday last, Mr. Daniels

was embroiled in an altercation

at a drinking establishment

that you are said to frequent.

It has been suggested by

a witness that the assailant

was one of your drivers.

I don't know who you are, dipstick,

but you're barking up the wrong tree.

Are you saying you don't know the guy?

The first one? No.

There was more than one guy?

More than one fight.

Chas told Steve he was barred.

There was a bit of a set-to

before he chucked him out.

And why would he do that?

Chas doesn't like it when

the punters sample the merchandise

without paying.

All right, then.

Guess we'll pay Chas Parton another visit.

Oh, well, if it isn't Lord Lucan

risen from the dead.

Whilst you were busy

learning how to handcuff

without chafing, DS Winters,

the Professor and I solved a m*rder.

Found an unlicensed g*n

outside Chas Parton's club.

Well, congratulations, Lisa.

God's sake, Dan. Grow up.

Professor.

I'll do my best, OK?

You need to get me out of here.

I can't promise anything.

Well, then, I can't promise

that I won't start talking.

So, what do we all think?

We need to wait for forensics,

but if it is the m*rder weapon

and we can link Parton to it,

then Seems quite a big if.

it'll be enough to charge him.

You disagree, DS Winters?

Well, I can't help but think that

Chas Parton wouldn't be so stupid

as to dump the m*rder weapon

in the bins outside the club

where he works.

You think it was planted?

If I was a betting man.

By whom?

Well, what about this woman

who works there? Katherina Kaminski.

Kaminska.

We know she and Danny

Stevens were connected, right?

Maybe they were romantically involved.

She was pretty distressed

when we told her he was dead, boss,

but she seemed genuinely shocked.

Well, maybe she's a good actress.

Look, maybe he told her

he was breaking it off.

Going back to his wife.

Professor, what do you think?

I think a woman who is let down in love

may commit what is known

as a crime of passion.

Do you honestly believe

that we should be treating

Katherina Kaminska as a suspect?

Not for nanosecond.

What was all that

"crime of passion" bollocks, then?

A warning, perhaps.

I can't believe DCI Brand

decided to release Chas

Parton without charge.

It was a logical decision

based on a reasonable evaluation

of the evidence she was presented with.

She is too infatuated

with that slimeball Simon

to make a reasonable

evaluation about anything.

DS Winters is almost certainly

correct about Mr. Parton.

There is no convincing evidence

to link him to Danny Stevens' m*rder.

And only the weakest suggestion of motive.

It is his reasons for

saying so that are suspect.

He wants to punish me.

Ah.

Do you wish to solve this crime,

DS Donckers,

or would you like to stand there

all day airing your grievances?

Both, preferably.

Excellent.

In that case, perhaps

you would arrange for me

to examine the clothes

the victim was found in,

and ascertain whether or not

he was right or left-handed.

Fine.

Sorry for dragging you

all the way out here.

Well, I'm hardly gonna come

to your office, am I?

Still being bugged there?

I haven't heard otherwise.

So, what do you think?

Do we get to go ahead?

Yeah. Yeah, whenever you like.

This weird business with Steve

No, it's just an unlucky coincidence.

That young bird's sharp.

I don't want her sniffing

around my business.

Relax. They're chasing

their tails, trust me.

I have it on very good authority.

Well, you'd better be right.

What do you see?

There's an obvious mistake in

the photo, if you look hard enough.

Look more closely.

I am looking closely, Jasper.

The belt.

The buckle, it's upside down.

So?

His personnel file confirms

he was right-handed.

The logical deduction

is that someone else

dressed him after he was shot.

The lab report backs it up, Ma'am.

The blood spatter on the clothes

is not consistent with them having

been worn when the shot was fired.

What is this, Donckers, another puzzle?

What do you smell, Ma'am?

Detergent, some kind of washing powder.

Precisely so.

Well, you saw his flat, boss.

Mm. There is only one person who had

access to clean clothes for him.

I'm guessing our tests will show

that these are your prints, Nicky.

It's definitely your husband's blood.

And I can only imagine that we'll

have found further traces of it

once our search of

your property's complete.

You can never wash it all away.

You're not obliged to comment.

I put up with it

for years and years,

barely seeing him.

Having to cope with his

mood swings whenever I did.

I had my suspicions, of course,

about what he must be getting up to.

But he would always deny it.

I guess I just wanted to believe him.

'But then on this last job,

'it was like he just

stopped trying to hide it.'

He used to come back

reeking of sex and cheap perfume.

'Of her.'

He had the nerve to tell

me that he loved her

'and that after this latest job,

'he was just gonna

jack all in and leave me.'

After all I'd done for him!

Have you got a death wish, pal?

Just an urgent need of transportation.

I believe the expression

is "follow that cab".

Are you taking the piss?

I am not familiar with the idiom,

but I do understand the sentiment.

Nevertheless, may we proceed?

Stop here.

Shall I turn off the lights?

That would be most obliging.

So, we're on.

When?

Tomorrow night.

What time, where?

Calvin will text you on this phone

what you need to know,

when you need to know it.

You'll drive Kenny to the handover.

Give him the g*n.

And what happens if, erm

you know, we get raided?

Trust me, if we were gonna

get raided, I'd know about it.

Pricey.

And pretentious.

My mother cannot get enough of it.

Gustav has not seen her for a week.

Reluctantly, I'm coming to

the conclusion that this rupture

may be more permanent

than I had first assumed.

If you love someone, Professor,

you always make it up in the end.

I'm not sure I agree with that.

I'm not sure I do, either.

Dan and I we're seeing each other,

but I think it's over before it even began.

He's just

He's being such a d*ck.

I'm not even sure I know who he is.

Your instincts are correct.

DS Winters is behaving atypically

for his personality type.

What makes you say that?

First, there is the fact that

he clearly does not wish us to know

that he and Mr. Parton are familiars.

The bar manager?

DS Winters urged for Mr. Parton's

release against your objections.

He was just trying to get back at me.

Then there is this.

What? Is that Simon?

Most certainly.

I fear our young friend

is in grave danger of compromising himself.

No, he's been working private security,

to earn extra money to help out his dad.

I don't recall.

You're denying that you spoke to

DS Winters at the station?

I don't recall.

And you've never met him previously?

I don't recall.

Are you capable of

intelligent thought, Mr. Parton?

Or do you not recall?

Professor.

Miss Kaminska.

I spoke to Tatiana.

She says you're a proper gentleman,

and you treat her with respect.

And I am equally fond of Miss Leminskya.

Look, um

the man in your photo,

he was here.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

150%. Look.

He was drinking for several hours

with Kenny Holland and

this guy called Simon.

When was this taken?

On the day you came to tell me that, um

that Steve was dead.

And perhaps more pertinently,

why did you take it?

I thought maybe they had something

to do with what happened to Steve.

Can I send this to myself?

Yeah, sure.

You've been very courageous.

Yeah, well better get back, so

Miss Kaminska?

Mr. Daniels he told his wife

he was leaving her.

He chose you.

Thank you.

I don't believe it. Of all people

It may not be what it seems.

He said he needed the money.

I just I didn't think he'd get

caught up in something like this.

Idiot. Why didn't he come to me?

Perhaps he should leave.

I trust him implicitly, Sir.

He's the one who first

raised concerns with me.

We have Simon Lanesborough

under surveillance.

We know about his connections

with Kenny Holland.

And we also know

why he's taking such an interest

in your DCI.

Computer records of DCI Brand's

laptop being used to access intel

about roadblocks and

surveillance operations

across a number of neighbouring forces.

Intel above his pay grade.

We've been waiting for him and Holland,

to catch them in the act.

What about DS Winters?

It's too early to say

how deeply he's involved.

He's only just come across our radar.

Have you, erm, taken this to DCI Brand?

Her judgment is compromised.

Yeah, well we're planning to

intercept them tonight.

Professor.

'I wonder whether I might have

a quick word, Detective Sergeant?'

I'm a bit tied up right now.

The raid's going ahead.

DSI Mercer's letting me tag along.

Is that wise, Detective?

'I want Dan to see a friendly

face when he's arrested.

'DCI Brand agrees.'

You-You told Christina?

'Yes, everything. I had to Professor.'

Professor?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What are you talking about?

Talking to my team about me

behind my back.

What are you playing at?

I didn't want to have this conversation

until the operation was over.

What have you got on Lanesborough?

What have you got on him?

This is his file. Pretty thick.

Just get on with it, Alf.

Computer records, top-level intel.

He's been accessing it. He's been

hacking your computer, Christina,

and you're completely

and utterly compromised.

'I'm still at the office, working late.

'Why don't you come by when you've

finished whatever you're doing?

'I've got a surprise for you.'

Hm.

'Bye.'

OK.

Yeah, we're on.

OK.

Change of plan.

Take out your g*n.

You're making a mistake here.

I don't think so. g*n.

Slowly.

Fine.

Now give me your phone.

Look, I don't know what you think

Give me your phone!

All right.

Bollocks.

Park in beside the yellow van.

Just here.

OK, get out of the car.

Our agent activated his panic button.

Six-two, we are Status Five.

Target located at Dutchmans Lane.

Repeat, Dutchmans Lane.

Open it.

Open the box.

What do you think? Nice, hey?

OK. Get back in the car.

I'll handle this.

You keep your mouth shut.

Ugh!

Oh!

Argh!

Five minutes to destination sir.

Welcome.

Take your pick.

Happy?

Yeah.

Armed police!

Drop it!

Go ahead.

What kind of moron do you think I am?

It's empty.

Argh!

Police! This is the police!

Put the g*n down!

Stand still now!

Put your hands

where we can see them!

Lift them slowly! Step away.

How'd you get here so quick?

Paul's been in on it from the start.

Dan came to me with his suspicions.

I connected him with Alf rather than

the boss, for obvious reasons.

You could have told me Dan was undercover.

You would've saved me a lot of worry.

Paul advised me that you

mightn't be able to refrain

from telling DCI Brand. I couldn't risk it.

Mm.

What about DI Lanesborough?

Still haven't located him.

We picked up Calvin in Simon's car.

He must have been

worried about surveillance,

decided to use his mate as a decoy.

Well he can't outrun us.

Are you all right?

It's just a nick.

I can't believe you'd

think I was on the take.

Can't believe you were

keeping me out of the loop

on something like this.

Dan, the other night

Oh, look, Lise

You lied to me.

Well, so did you, Lise.

I was gonna ask

What?

Nothing. It doesn't matter.

Dan, I think I need some time.

I think we both do,

to work out what we want.

Lise

They're gonna check you over.

OK.

Look, I

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Hi, gorgeous.

Hey.

It's all very dark in here.

Is this all part of your big surprise?

You think you are so smart, don't you?

Hm?

Thought you had everybody fooled.

What are you talking about?

Oh, whoa!

What is this? What are you doing?

Come on, babe, put the g*n down.

There's someone much,

much smarter than you.

Someone who had you figured from the start.

Oh, yeah. Who's that, then?

Your lovesick Professor?

What's he been saying?

That you are a cold-blooded extrovert

who exhibits psychopathic tendencies.

Jasper?

Whoa!

You don't have the ba*ls, little man.

Go on.

Go on, pull the trigger.

Pull the trigger!

I am in your debt, Detective Inspector,

for showing me what true hostility

towards women looks like.

How are you feeling, boss?

I'll live, Donckers.

Professor Tempest is asking for you.

Mm, I don't think I could

deal with him right now.

You make something up for me, will you?

Yeah.

Well, go on, then. Off you go.

You were right, you know Lisa.

Telling me about Simon.

It was a difficult call to make.

You made the right choice.

Showed real leadership.

Hi, Professor.

How is DCI Brand?

Shocked, bruised.

Incredibly grateful.

What about DI Lanesborough?

Still breathing, more's the pity.

DS Winters?

Soon to be coming to terms with the fact

he's got to start calling me boss.

I got that promotion.

And me, Detective Inspector?

You better try to start

making yourself feel comfortable.

Rabbit is doing his best,

but discharging an unlicensed

firearm in a police station

it may be a while before you make bail.

Can I get you anything?

I believe I am entitled to a phone call.

This is all a bit cloak and

dagger, isn't it, Adelaide?

Well, you'd better get used to it, Wilfred,

because this is how it's going to be

between us from now on.

I knew that therapy was a bad idea.

For Jasper?

For us, you fool.

Now that he's been disabused

of his mistaken beliefs

about his father's suicide

he's gonna start

Being a bit happier?

Digging up things best left buried.

'Uncovering the truth, Wilfred.

'And that's now good news now, is it?'

No.

Not for those of us who

know what really happened.