"The facial surgery alone will take me six hours." "I want you to use this." "Fentanyl?" "Do you know how dangerous this is?" "It's what I want." "Fentanyl can be used for the liposuction, but I'm lifting your entire face, and I don't want to have a dead patient in my clinic." "I make the decisions." "It's nearly over." "I'm gonna organise a taxi to take you to your hotel." "Good." "Really, really good." "I'm really pleased with the work." "Bloody Crimestoppers Awards breakfast." "Bollocks!" "Welcome to the world of a Chief Super." " Sorry for dragging you out here." " Oh, you did the right thing." "Believe me." "You got her in?" "I needed a DI, and they sent her." "Is that OK?" "Why wouldn't it be?" "Travis." "I guess this means we get to work together again." "Yeah..." "I suppose it does." "Shall we?" "Take this to the lab and get Ballistics on it." "This blood distribution - we need to get it measured." "Pete Jenkins." "DCS James Langton." "DI Travis." "Pleasure." "Classic dealer setup gone wrong." "Someone got upset." "Moved out in a hurry." "There's gear left behind." "Someone got upset." "Moved out in a hurry." "There's gear left behind." "Shot twice." "One bullet recovered." "The other looks still to be in him." "Well, he doesn't look like your typical customer." "Any ID on him?" "I know who he is." "Who?" "Sorry I'm late." "Yeah, me too." "Check out the neighbour who called this in." "Number 52" " Mrs. Webster." "Made numerous complaints in the past." "Right." "Well, get on with it, then." "Frank Brandon." "How did he end up here?" "When did you last work with him?" "A year ago." "He took early retirement, before he was pushed, if you know what I mean." "Bit dodgy, was he?" "So, what do you think happened?" "He was shot." "All right." "I was only asking." "Mrs. Webster?" "I was in bed." "Were you asleep?" "Asleep?" "With that music?" "If you can call it music." "Shouting, booming, banging." "It's just noise...all the time." "You said in your 999 call that you heard gunshots." "Well, I don't know that they were gunshots." "But I do know that they were very loud." "Just like fireworks night." "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Three shots?" "Are you sure?" "Oh, yes, I'm quite sure." "It woke Jeremy." "Who's Jeremy?" "My son." "Can we see him?" "No." "He may have heard or seen something." "No." "He doesn't know anything." "Can we ask him ourselves?" "No." "He's sleeping." "He needs his rest." "He gets very tired." "OK." "Thank you for your time, Mrs Webster." "Is that the wife and kid?" "Didn't have any kids." "Not that I knew of." "He was engaged to a girl called Connie." "The girl in the photo?" "She looked quite posh." "That wasn't her." "Who was she, then?" "I don't know." "Connie's er..." "Not posh?" "No." "I hate doing these." "I knew this was coming." "I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw you." "So, these are Frank's papers?" "His files and stuff, I guess." "Yeah." "They might help us find out who did this to Frank." "We were supposed to be getting married." "But I'd not heard from him for weeks." "He was off doing long hours." "He said he'd landed some big job." "Proper money." "Did he say what the job was?" "No." "He just said he'd be away for a few weeks, and then we'd be set up." "I mean, I didn't like it, but we're saving up for a place of our own." "I can't believe this." "Connie, do you know who he was working for?" "Danny, his name was." "Italian." "But he didn't sound Italian." "Petrozzo." "Danny Petrozzo." "Frank reckoned he was gonna be coining it in." "Was Frank living here with you?" "No." "He said, until we got married, it was best to stay here with Mum." "I'll be in touch as soon as we get any news." "You mean he could be alive?" "No, sweetheart." "Frank's dead." "More presents for you, Joan." "From Frank Brandon." "You shouldn't have." "(BOTH TOGETHER) Right..." "Gather round." "Hurry up!" "For those who don't know me, I'm DCS James Langton." "DCI Lewis will be heading up this investigation." "It's his first." "I expect you to give him your support." "Now, we're gonna be under the spotlight on this, because the victim is one of us." "Former Detective Inspector Frank Brandon." "Now, we worked a couple of cases together." "He was no choirboy, but he was a Met officer  with over 25 years' experience." "I have to take this." "Right." "We're waiting for forensics and pathology reports, but we have, I believe, two shots." "One to the face and one to the chest." "Er...sir..." "So... what led this extremely experienced officer to die in a drug squat?" "Find out who he was, what he was doing, who his friends were, his enemies." "Joan, have you been going through those papers?" "Yes, sir." "OK." "So, we know that he worked as a driver for a guy called Danny Petrozzo." "Paul, you check that name out." "Already on it." "Sorry, sir..." "Travis?" "Sir, the neighbour, Mrs. Webster, said that she clearly heard three shots." "Well, how reliable is she?" "Maybe she misheard." "Forensics only found two bullets." "They have stripped that flat, without finding a third." "Right." "Well, I was hoping to speak to her son, who lives with her, but..." "But...?" "There's something wrong with him." "I saw a lot of mental-health..." "Go back and speak with him, Travis." "Nobody else on that estate is talking to us." "We need help." "Well, this might be something." "The last call on Frank's mobile was to a Julia." "Now, in this diary, from the papers brought in..." "Today, please, Joan." "The last entry was made three months ago - a pick-up in Knightsbridge." "The client's number is the same one off his mobile." "And the name" " Julia Larson." "Yes?" "Julia Larson?" "Yes." "I'm DCI Lewis." "This is my colleague, DS Barolli." "We're investigating the murder of a man we believe worked for you as a driver." "His name's Frank Brandon." "Do you remember him?" "He's my husband." "Danny, it's me" " Frank." "This was in his wallet." "Can you confirm that it's you in the photograph?" "Yes." "Yes, that's me, with my son William." "Can we see your son?" "No." "Well, he's at Harrow." "I know this is difficult, but erm...was your husband involved in drugs at all?" "Why would you say that?" "He was found in a known crack house." "Do you know why he'd visit somewhere like that?" "No." "You met when he became your driver." "Yes." "And that was this April - correct?" "Yes." "And you married when?" "In May." "Were you aware that he was already engaged to a Ms Connie Short?" "No." "No, I wasn't." "I was hoping to speak to your son." "Jeremy, is it?" "Well, I need to check whether he's up to it." "I'm sorry." "Is he ill?" "No, he's not ill." "It's just that he doesn't react well to stress." "He gets...upset." "It used to be good here." "Now, the needles, the filth, the junkies around all the time." "It's like living in a nightmare." "Of course, the council talk about rehousing, but we'd lose our occupational therapist then." "Do you see?" "Can you give me a few minutes?" "Yes, of course." "Jeremy, I'm not coming in." "I'm staying this side of the carpet, on the white line." "Jeremy, I'm not coming in." "I'm staying this side of the carpet, on the white line." "It's a police officer." "She wants to talk to you." "OK." "Hello." "My name's Anna." "I'm a detective." "Shut the door." "Did you hear the gunshots last night, Jeremy?" "Your mum said she heard three loud bangs, like fireworks." "Did you hear them?" "Do you like to write, Jeremy?" "What do you write about?" "Visitors." "Visitors?" "Here or...?" "They do not have residents' parking permits." "It's against the law to park on the estate without a permit." "Those who park here without a permit do so illegally, but I watch them and I write them down." "So, these are the details of every car parked on the estate?" "Don't touch the notebook!" "Parking here is for residents only." "They have to show the correct permit in the windscreen." "Right." "I understand." "Do you have a list of cars for last night?" "I could do something about those people who park illegally, Jeremy." "I haven't written them up yet." "But you know them." "See, you could help me... and I could help you." "NM07 PML." "Ford Focus." "Red." "LR57 UYA." "Nissan Navara." "Black." "'F264 NGM." "Leyland Maestro." "White." "X654 LXO." "Vauxhall Cavalier." "Grey." "BN04 RXZ." "Toyota Corolla." "Silver.'" "Y605 EHH." "Peugeot 306." "Green." "YX52 FYO." "Mazda..." "He wouldn't let me take the notebooks, and shrieked when I touched them." "But I copied down what I could." "But he could recite them all from memory?" "That's amazing." "He logged down every car that went in and out of the estate on the night of the shooting." "I'm sorry, but you'll have to go through them all." "Oh, terrific(!" ")" "Cross-ref them for anyone with form, or anything that stands out." "Yeah." "Will do." "Oh, Pete Jenkins called." "Said he'd found something of interest." "Asked for you specifically." "What the hell's all this?" "Oh, Travis wrote that up, sir." "It's like Exchange And bloody Mart in here." "Rifling on the bullet suggests a .38" "revolver." "Now, such a powerful weapon at such close range - you'd expect significant exit spatter across the wall behind him." "But something caused a void on the wall." "What, like someone standing behind him?" "So the blood distribution indicates." "Would they be injured?" "Well, they'd be covered in the victim's blood." "But you only found two bullets?" "Mmm." "We're still running the prints from the flat." "Thanks for this, Pete." "That's all right." "Just doing my job." "Are you free tonight?" "I can't tonight." "That's OK." "I just thought I'd ask." "Maybe another time." "Julia, my poor darling." "David, I tried to call you." "I'm scared." "It's all right." "I'm here now." "This is a complete outrage - forcing a grieving widow..." "And you are?" "David Rushton, of Rushton and Coleridge." "I handle Julia's affairs, as well as being a friend of hers." "Well, a full identification of the body's required, so..." "This is cruel and unnecessary." "Surely..." "David..." "David, it's OK." "I have to know it's Frank." "OK." "So, you're sure you're happy to go through with this?" "Oi!" "Travis!" "Good breakfast here, Travis." "No, I'm all right with tea, thanks." "What did Forensics have?" "Unusual blood spatter." "Apparently, there was a second person standing behind Frank." "Might just be another junkie." "But he'd have to be standing right behind him." "Either way, we've got a witness." "What?" "Frank Brandon took out a life-insurance policy, just after he was married, with his new wife, Julia, made out as the sole beneficiary." "How much?" "Half a million." "And what do we make of Julia?" "Swedish?" "She's Danish." "She hires Frank as a driver." "Doesn't know him from Adam." "Marries him a month later." "Then they move into that place in Knightsbridge." "I mean, what's a woman like her doing with a bloke like him?" "Do you want marmalade with that?" "Maybe he just landed on his feet." "She's obviously worth a bob or two." "And Frank told poor Connie he'd come into money." "He just didn't mention it was another woman's." "I want you to speak to Julia and stop pissing about with lists of cars." "Oh, yeah." "Joan came up with the address of a garage." "Registered in Brandon's name." "Good." "Let's go." "Paul - now." "Frank's garage." "Come on." "Oh, it stinks." "Well, it's a good size." "Pleasing aspect." "I don't think he brought Ms Brandon here too often." "That hardly looks like the marital bed, does it?" "Yes?" "I'm DI Travis." "I was wondering if you had a few minutes." "I spoke to your colleagues." "I don't know what else you expect me to say." "If he worked late, he would sleep in here, so as not to disturb me." "When was the last time you saw your husband?" "I last saw him in the morning." "On the day you said he died." "I didn't see him the entire day, and I went to bed early." "You weren't worried when he didn't return home?" "No." "He was often out late." "Working." "Being made to wait by a client." "Do you know what car he was driving?" "No idea." "It wasn't his own?" "No, it would have belonged to his employer." "Danny Petrozzo?" "And it was through him that you found Frank in the first place - correct?" "Yes." "Yes, it was." "Do you have his contact details?" "Look, I'm very busy." "I have a funeral to arrange... if you ever release the body." "I understand, but we have a murder to investigate." "Your husband's." "I'll have it somewhere." "What are you doing?" "Who's this?" "This is your son William." "Is that his father?" "That's absolutely none of your business." "I am investigating a murder." "I do have a right to ask you questions." "Yes." "Yes." "It's my ex-husband." "Anthony." "I don't have to explain or justify anything to you." "Do I have to remind you, or perhaps your superiors, that my husband has just been killed?" "So, now, please leave." "I'm finding your presence terribly upsetting." "Of course." "I'm so sorry." "Is that Mr. Petrozzo's card?" "One thing: the surname of your ex-husband?" "Collingwood." "Thank you." "Yeah, we have a few leads coming in." "No, I..." "Yeah, I'm aware of that." "Like I said, I'm across it." "Yes, ma'am." "Knock-knock." "Well, I had a very interesting conversation with Julia Brandon." "And?" "Well, she doesn't seem like she's in mourning." "Everyone deals with grief differently, Travis." "I found out that she'd been previously married." "Freaked out when I asked about him." "Get a name?" "Anthony Collingwood." "There was a picture." "Right." "Check it out." "I thought maybe he's where the money comes from." "It's a possibility." "It just smells a bit fishy." "I certainly touched a nerve, anyway." "Just do your homework." "If you get anything, update Lewis in full." "Right." "Hey." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing." "No, I'll decide if it's nothing, and it's the custom to use 'sir' when speaking to a DCS." "Sir, I'm sorry if I..." "Look." "You're good, but that doesn't mean you can pick and choose when you show respect." "Now, Lewis is your DCI." "He's there because he's earned it." "Right?" "He's running this case." "Work with him." "Not against him." "Have I done something to offend you?" "What?" "It's just, you seem a bit tetchy with me." "I mean, what's this really about?" "I'll tell you what this is about." "A former colleague gets shot in a shitty drug den." "I have to tell his poor fiancee, who hadn't a clue he was actually married to somebody else." "And as well as the five other cases I'm supposed to be covering," "I've got the friggin' press on my back about an ex-policeman bent as a dog's back leg, and a commander who wants the whole thing wrapped up and off the front bloody page!" "and a commander who wants the whole thing wrapped up and off the front bloody page!" "So, yes..." "You could say I'm a bit tetchy." "Right." "Thank you, sir." "No need to thank me." "No, there isn't, is there?" "I'll get someone to help, Joan." "Thanks, Mike." "Mike...how are you?" "How's your wife?" "Yeah, she's fine...fine." "Did you get anything?" "Well, yes, actually." "Two hits from Travis's list." "Eddie Court." "Burglar, shoplifter, drug user." "A Leyland Maestro registered in his name was outside the flat the night of the shooting." "The address." "Excellent." "Sir..." "And Danny Petrozzo, Frank's boss, has a record going back 20 years." "Now, it's nothing serious." "Handling stolen goods." "Possession." "No sighting at the address we have for him, but his four-by-four is also on Jeremy's list." "Great." "Paul!" "Let's go." "Excuse me, sir." "Yeah?" "Erm...it's about Julia Brandon." "Her ex-husband might be of some interest." "OK." "I haven't got time to write this up now, but get the details of this Petrozzo character from Joan." "Joan!" "Find him." "He's vital." "OK?" "Yeah, OK." "Still think that list of cars was a waste of time?" "What do you want - a round of applause?" "That's the van." "Leyland Maestro." "Eddie Court?" "Eddie!" "I'll just go and get him." "All right, Eddie!" "Enough." "Enough." "Listen." "I don't know what you think I've done, but that ladder - that's mine, right?" "Listen." "I don't know what you think I've done, but that ladder - that's mine, right?" "We're not here about a ladder." "Your van was on the Warren estate." "Night before last." "No, man." "Why were you there?" "I wasn't." "We've got a witness who says otherwise." "Well, someone must have used my van." "What, has it been stolen recently?" "No, but..." "Eddie, we're not interested in what you bought there." "We want to know who you saw there." "Oh, my mum's gonna kill me." "Hey, Anna." "Hi." "Hi." "Erm...two things." "Among the crack and the heroin we found at the flat, we also found something a little unusual - a drug called Fentanyl." "Should I have heard of that?" "It's prescribed in micrograms, usually, for pain management - late-stage cancer patients." "That sort of thing." "In patch form, usually." "But this..." "This is produced from pure powder, and it's hundreds of times more powerful than morphine." "Blimey." "A hundred milligrams would kill you instantly." "That's a few grains of salt." "A pinhead." "But this amount is enough to kill you, me and everyone in this building." "My God!" "You think they were dealing this?" "Let's hope not." "Now, this we picked up at the flat." "We've got a print match and a name." "Silas Roach." "Nasty sod." "Rather you than me, if you know what I mean." "What the fuck are you lookin' at, white boy?" "Looks like you got lucky there, Silas." "How about your mate, Danny Petrozzo?" "How's he?" "Who the fuck are you, eh?" "Oh, fuck!" "Er...excuse me." "Excuse me!" "You need to report to the duty sergeant." "What's going on?" "He pushed past me." "I said he needs to report to the duty sergeant." "I don't know who he is." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Stay where you are." "Talking to me?" "Yeah." "Do you know who I am?" "Leave your hands where I can see them." "I was going for my ID, you prick." "DCI Sam Power." "Drug squad." "I'm DCS Langton." "This is a restricted area." "Why didn't you check him out, Joan?" "I was just going to the Ladies', and he burst in." "I didn't have time." "I've had a whole team trailing Silas Roach for months!" "You should get a new team, then." "I'm not just after him, but his dealers, his contacts, his whole fucking network." "So, where were these crack surveillance officers when Roach was pumping bullets into Frank Brandon?" "Our intelligence didn't suggest he'd show up at one of his own places." "Intelligence?" "That's funny." "Why didn't you make contact with my team before steaming in?" "You found your man dead in that place." "Then the whole world is trampling all over it, but you don't contact me?" "It's not a drug-squad case any more." "It's about the murder of an ex-officer." "Oh, yeah." "And what a rotten one, eh?" "You see, we move our dirty coppers on." "You lot obviously pick 'em up." "Yes." "Oh, you're in here." "Your wife's on the phone." "Sam Power." "Drug squad." "DI Anna Travis." "So, if this Silas Roach was such a big shot, what was he doing there?" "What was Brandon doing there, getting his face shot off?" "Can I suggest, DCI Power, that we have a full exchange of information?" "Share and share alike, so we can help each other." "Or are you just here to piss me off?" "You make sure you don't piss ME off, pal." "I'm doing you a big favour." "Now, we snatched Silas Roach an hour ago." "He was carrying this baby." "I came here to suggest you come and question him." "Whenever you're ready." "Get this to Ballistics." "Sir..." "Can I pass by the squat?" "I want to see the progress on the missing bullet." "Yeah, fine by me." "Just make sure Lewis knows." "Silas Roach." "Oh, no, man." "I am dead." "Oh, we can protect you, Eddie." "From him?" "Yeah, that's funny(!" ")" "But you haven't grassed up anyone." "We got his name from a print match, didn't we?" "I just went there to pick up my gear, as usual." "Right?" "I knew Danny." "He's all right." "Danny who?" "Petrozzo?" "Yeah." "Eddie." "All right, mate?" "I'd scored from him before, but this time it was all edgy." "All of the kids were out front." "It felt like something was going down." "Silas was there?" "It scared the shit out of me, just seeing him." "What the fuck are you lookin' at?" "No, he's cool." "He's cool." "Aren't you, Eddie?" "I handed over my notes, got all my gear, and I walked." "See you next time, son." "That's when I passed this geezer." "Frank Brandon?" "Just him?" "Or was he with someone?" "Yeah, there was someone." "A blond fella." "Proper Lurch." "Tall." "Scraping the ceiling." "And?" "Well, when I heard it start licking off, I didn't hang about." "I just wanted out." "Please!" "Come on." "I saw Danny coming out." "It looked like he was helping the tall bloke." "Thanks, Eddie." "Where are you going?" "You're gonna look out for me - right?" "You'll survive, Eddie." "Mr. Roach, we have an eyewitness who places you inside number 19, Warren estate, on the night of the murder." "Ya liad, man." "Half eedyat beast." "We also have your gun, which is being examined by our Forensics officers, and..." "You just upset me now, you know." "You take a look at that." "Frank Brandon was a friend of mine." "You think you're tough?" "Your life won't be worth living." "Five minutes." "Five minutes before we charge you with murder." "Hey, mamma man." "Why so quiet?" "This is out of order." "I'm advising my client to answer no further questions, until I have complete disclosure." "You understand?" "Evening, ma'am." "Bang!" "Three shots?" "Are you sure?" "Something caused a void on the wall." "Like someone standing behind him?" "Gotcha." "Someone is gonna have their knuckles rapped over this." "It's understandable, though." "Once that door's open, it stays open." "No-one's looking behind it." "Good thing someone's paying attention." "So, is there any blood on it?" "No." "An exit wound usually wipes the bullet clean of blood." "Is there nothing you can get?" "I'll try amplifying the DNA." "The good news is that it allows even just 15 cells to be analysed." "Right." "Good news?" "Yeah." "It's a PCR approach, which involves linear amplification of the target using a tagged, strand-specific primer." "Er...right." "Good." "OK." "Yeah." "I was wondering..." "Hang on." "Sorry." "Hi." "Hi, Sam." "Yeah, thanks for getting back to me." "It was something I needed to talk about." "OK, great." "I'll see you tonight." "Look forward to it." "Bye." "Sorry, Pete." "What were you saying?" "Oh, nothing." "Listen." "I'll rush this through for you." "I'll get the results back quickly." "Thank you." "You're a star." "I'm sorry, sir." "It's all right, Jessica." "Shut the door." "You haven't done what I told you to do." "I told you to reverse everything." "Put it all back just as it was." "I made a mistake, David." "Julia, I did what you told me to do, and now you just want me to change it all back?" "Well, it's very complicated." "I'm trying to get the best deal on exchanges." "Certain banks haven't even opened yet." "You remember how much I made for you when I transferred..." "Just get the money back to him!" "Is he in the country?" "He wouldn't dare show his face, and if he did, I could get him arrested." "How can you arrest someone who doesn't really exist?" "I'm being followed." "I know it." "You're quite safe." "No, I'm not safe, and nor are you, unless you do what I'm telling you to do." "I just want this to end." "Shhh, shhh." "If you care about your life, David, get the money transferred." "I've been looking forward to that all day." "Tell me about it!" "So, how did it go with Roach?" "Nice guy!" "I just hope we haven't jumped the gun." "So...what do you want to talk to me about?" "Fentanyl." "Right." "What about it?" "Well, pretty much anything you can tell me." "It's rare - right?" "Yeah." "There's not much of it about." "Junkies get patches of it and smoke the gel inside the patch." "And what about in pure form?" "Well, I haven't seen much of it, but it scares the hell out of me." "Why?" "It flooded Chicago a couple of years ago." "The users didn't know how strong it was." "They tapped it up like brown." "Even licking a spoon could have you dead within a minute." "A heroin OD relaxes its victim to death - right?" "With Fentanyl, you're awake." "You're aware." "Suffocating." "Then why do people use it?" "With heroin, you get high for an hour." "Cut it with Fentanyl, and it's more intense." "Bigger bang for your buck, which means the user wants more of it more often." "You can pick up a bag of heroin for a tenner these days, but this stuff is 80 quid a pop, and that is good news for the dealer." "Blimey." "Why do you want to know all this?" "It's what we found at the flat." "What do you mean?" "Well, we think that maybe Silas is dealing it." "Sorry." "I thought you knew." "Fucking Langton." "What is it with you?" "I pick up Roach - ahead of time, because of that shooting." "I bring you in on questioning him, and you hold out on me." "Sir, is everything..." "What are you on about?" "The Fentanyl you found!" "The reason Frank Brandon obviously had his face shot off." "What are you on about?" "If Fentanyl gets on the market, it'll be like genocide on the streets - users dying like that." "Well, maybe that's no bad thing." "Yeah, you tell that to a mother whose kid buys it at the school gates." "Look at that." "18." "16. 14 years old." "What are they doing?" "Praying?" "A bit late for that, son." "No." "They're dead." "Oh, you get it now?" "Yeah, that's what happens." "They just drop dead." "Oh, you get it now?" "Yeah, that's what happens." "They just drop dead." "There's even a street name for it - Drop Dead." "Now, some Fentanyl was found in the squat - yeah?" "If there's more where that came from... ..God help us." "OK, listen up." "We have got a match on Silas Roach's prints and the gun that DCI Powell brought in." "Ballistics have confirmed that it was the same gun that was used to kill Frank Brandon." "So, we can charge him." "What about the third bullet, that I found?" "Pete's checking the DNA on it now, but there was only two gunshot wounds in Frank." "What about this tall guy Eddie talked about?" "Where's he?" "OK, Joan." "Check the hospitals." "See if AE have had fire-arms victims since the shooting." "What about Danny Petrozzo?" "He knew Frank." "Why hasn't he come forward, if he's got nothing to do with the murder?" "Well, maybe they're in it together." "I was speaking to DCI Power..." "OK, Nancy Drew!" "Do you wanna do this?" "Do you wanna stand up here and run this?" "I'm just saying that it's not as clear-cut as it might look." "What, so you take yourself off on your own detective trails, without even bothering to consult me?" "Mike..." "Travis, my office." "Er..." "Joan, get me a chicken and bacon sandwich, will you?" "No tomatoes." "If you have a disagreement, you sort it out privately, not in front of the whole team." "Did you clear it with Mike about going back to the squat yesterday?" "I tried to, sir, but..." "Don't..." "Don't start with a 'but'." "Now, I told you." "Now I'm warning you." "You respect the chain of command here, or you'll be off the case." "And did you give DCI Power information about a drug called Fentanyl?" "Yes, sir." "For Christ's sake, Travis!" "This is a team." "And if you two are pulling each other's pigtails, we'll get nowhere." "Yes." "I'm sorry to interrupt." "We found Danny Petrozzo's four-by-four, reported abandoned in Hackney." "Right." "Get on it, Travis." "Are you OK, Mike?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "Because, if you need some time..." "No, sir." "I'm..." "I'm fine." "Honestly." "Thank you." "Don't be afraid to ask for help." "There's no shame in it." "Right." "Go with Travis and check out this car." "Hey, and...play nice." "Pete, thanks for getting back to me." "What do you know about this drug Fentanyl?" "An anonymous tip-off called it in." "Not the clampers?" "It's caked in mud." "Can you smell that?" "Uh-huh." "Who is that?" "That's Danny Petrozzo." "It's Frank's boss." "Well, I don't think he's gonna be telling us much." "We've got to find him before he's dealing it, or the consequences will be deadly." "All of them linked by Fentanyl." "Either dead by it or dealing it." "You shot him in the face!" "Look at him!" "Squeak, squeak, little piggy." "People rarely say what they truly think or feel." "I won't tell, Detective." "Disagreement?" "You've been assaulted." "You are involved here." "That much is clear." "David Rushton couldn't protect you." "You could be next." "itfc subtitles"