"Oh, God." "Well?" "How do I look?" "Look, I'm not actually going to have to kiss this guy, am I?" "Or, do anything else?" "You're undercover." "You need to get into character." "You're Charlene, a glamorous transvestite." "Trust me, right, it's all about the tease." "So, the less you let him do, the more he'll want it." "Great!" "We're going to go on ahead and get in position." "Good luck." "You ready?" "But what if he doesn't crack?" "I need to know where the line is, Jack." "I need to know what I'm signing up for." "The clock's ticking, Charlie." "It's time to get your hands dirty." "Are you in or out?" "This way, in here." "Hello, birthday boy." "Better looking than some I've seen you with." "Delivered as promised." "In drag." "50 quid." "You bastards." "Kimmy, you better hurry up before your mother eats it all." "Yeah, well, make sure there's some..." "Kimmy?" "Kimmy?" "!" "You still there?" "You all right?" "Look if it's any consolation they pulled the same stunt on me." "Least you can walk any time you want." "I've still got 160 hours of community service before they let me go." "Community service?" "Yeah, Jack swung it so he could use and abuse my natural gift." "Shouldn't steal £2.5 million then, should you, TomTom?" "You naughty boy." "Same again?" "Computer fraud" " I stole it from some banker twats and give it to charity instead - technically I should've got a medal, not arrested." "You gave it your granny." "Yes!" "Exactly." "Help the Aged." "And you would have got ten years if we hadn't stepped in, so stop moaning." "Made him use his dark arts in a more legitimate way." "Right?" "So is anything you lot do actually legal or...?" "Come on, Bambi - no rules, no regulations - just embrace the concept, don't question it - you'll find life much more liberating that way." "Police." "Kimberley Brooks, she worked as a legal secretary in the chambers of Judge Peter Hopkins." "She was strangled and her body was found in the boot of his car, some of her personal possessions found in the glove compartment, underwear found under the passenger seat." "His online diary suggests they were seeing each other." "He has no alibi and his car was seen in the area where we believe the murder took place." "Sounds like he needs a good lawyer." "I know Peter, he's not a killer." "Looks pretty damning to me." "All fabricated." "He's been set up." "By who?" "Joseph Tyrus." "Joe Tyrus is an ex-DS sent to prison following Operation Gold Shield in 2009." "The Police Corruption thing, yeah, I remember it." "Him and five others?" "Most of the department, though Tyrus was the most senior." "Tyrus lost his job, his pension, his wife left him while he was inside." "Peter Hopkins was a barrister back then, he was appointed to lead the investigation." "Police." "Tyrus was a model prisoner, released on parole five months ago, serving only three years." "Set himself up as a private investigator." "You think he's framed Hopkins for revenge?" "He believes that Hopkins and the top brass threw him to the lions." "I think he wants to take, from Hopkins, everything that was taken from him - his job, his family, his life." "OK, why me?" "The police are powerless." "They don't have a shred of evidence against Tyrus and the truth is they're not going to find any." "You took your time." "You didn't seem surprised when we showed up." "Expecting us, were you?" "I heard Hopkins had been arrested." "Thought you'd pay me a visit." "And who told you that?" "I've still got friends." "Have you ever heard the name Kimberley Brooks?" "No." "Can you tell me where you were on Friday evening?" "At home." "Alone." "Did you see anyone?" "No." "So you can't actually prove you were at home that night?" "I don't have to." "I think it's your job to prove I wasn't." "He's incredibly smart and he knows how the system works." "As things stand, Peter Hopkins will be sent to prison and Tyrus will get away with murdering that young woman." "OK." "There's something else." "If Judge Hopkins is convicted, and he will be, and the media portray him as the murderer of a young girl, it will open the floodgates." "Every case he's prosecuted will be put under a microscope, there will be a raft of appeals." "Murderers could be released to kill again." "Now we have a press injunction in place, but it's likely to be overturned any day." "No pressure then!" "We can't let this happen." "You have to get him, Jack." "'It's your job to prove I wasn't.'" "Sir." "DCI is proceeding against Hopkins." "CPS agree." "So that's it?" "That's it." "We have to let him go." "You know, once all this is done with, maybe we could help each other out in the future." "I drop you the odd name here and there, you do the occasional bust for me." "Wow, this guy is good." "Even I think Hopkins is guilty." "He's really good." "Judge Hopkins' security system is pretty sexy." "If we're saying that Tyrus got in, dumped the body, hacked this guy's computer, all undetected, then we might have a fight on our hands." "OK, but if a case looks too good to be true, I'd want to know why." "Check it out for myself." "They did." "I've seen the investigating officers report, he did a good job, he pulled Tyrus in for questioning, searched his flat, searched his car, a full forensic evidence sweep and came back with nothing." "In the end the evidence against the judge is pretty conclusive so, he had to hand what he had to CPS." "The press seemed to get hold of it pretty quickly." "Tyrus used the press when he was a bent cop, he'd tip them off about raids and arrests he was about to make." "So he'll still have those contacts now he's a private investigator." "There's an injunction, but the shit's about to hit the fan." "OK, well, I don't like him already." "So how do we get this scumbag?" "If we're going to prove the judge is innocent, then we need to nail Tyrus for the murder of Kimberley Brooks." "Let's get some background first." "TomTom - usual checks - lifestyle, financial, medical - see if he's vulnerable somewhere." "On it." "Don't make me surveillance." "I hate sitting in that van." "Don't worry, we can't follow this guy he'll spot a tail immediately." "We're going to need eyes on him somehow though." "Why don't I just hire him, keep tabs on him that way?" "Hide in plain sight?" "Yeah, why not?" "I could tell him I need a private investigator and he's come highly recommended." "It at least gets me in his office." "And provides us with regular legitimate contact - good." "And get him to kill my ex." "Hah!" "Yeah, not so good." "What?" "He'd get 20 years to life." "It's a win-win." "OK, but with the right case I still say it's a great in." "Agreed." "First." "Go and speak to the parents." "Be sensitive, but see if you can find out more about Kimberley." "Something we could use." "OK." "Charlie?" "Hello, Mrs Brooks?" "Yeah?" "Jessica Trent, this is Charlie Hall." "We're from Victim Liaison." "She was always a good girl." "No trouble, she'd never even had a boyfriend." "That we knew of." "They said she was seeing him, her boss, the judge." "I don't believe that." "She'd have told me." "We were more like sisters at times." "I'd always wanted a big family but Kim was all we could manage." "That's it, tell them how inadequate I am." "You were a good father." "She thought the world of you." "She was born in this room, right there, where you're standing." "Best day of my life." "They let me cut the cord." "I couldn't believe how tiny she was, how beautiful." "I sat by the fire, singing her songs, holding her, promised her that no matter what, I'd look after her." "Keep her safe, protect her." "Don't take that road." "This isn't your fault." "Course it's not my fault." "That bastard who killed her." "I know, I'm just saying that you shouldn't punish yourself." "You put me in a cell with that animal and I'll show you what punishment is." "He doesn't mean that." "All we want is justice." "And you'll get it." "I promise." "What's with the Arnie impression?" ""You vill haff justice, ya!" It's not how Victim Liaison operate." "Well, it would be if I joined." "You could've blown our cover." "Instead, I made them feel better and we've found an angle to exploit over Kimberley." "Hey?" "The father said it, without even realising." "I think I missed it too." "It's a good job I'm here then, isn't it?" "We've got a High Court injunction so we can't mention the judge." "Until it's lifted let's concentrate on the family." "Send someone out to the house, get the parents if we can." "They're incredibly brave and dealing with every parent's worst nightmare." "Find a picture that reflects that." "Joe?" "Why haven't you printed Hopkins's name?" "Hmm, there's an injunction." "For how long?" "We're fighting it now, it's just a matter of time, they have no grounds." "So?" "You got anything else for me?" "Maybe." "I'll be in touch." "So the suggested meetings with Kimberley are obvious, he just hacked into the judge's online diary." "He planted the evidence along with the body." "All the physical stuff I get." "But how did he know that Judge Hopkins wouldn't have an alibi?" "At 9:30, Hopkins said he got a call from the security service that monitors the alarm at his chambers." "He's the principal key holder, so he had to drive back to his offices." "There was no alarm." "No." "He called the security company and they had no record of any call." "So he went home." "They checked out the phone records, right?" "So if the call didn't come from the security company, where did it come from?" "Kimberley Brooks' desk." "Oh!" "Damn, he's good." "So it looked like she called to make a meeting?" "Exactly." "Leaving him without an alibi and it puts his car on CCTV at the right time in the area the murder took place." "So Tyrus knew where Kimberley would be and when?" "Hmm, it seems she always went for a glass of wine with the girls after the office on a Friday, before heading home." "It's very neat, you have to give him that." "So we're going to have to be just as smart to catch him." "This is making me very nervous, Joe." "Why?" "I'm not stupid." "As tip-offs go, it was rather convenient, wouldn't you say?" "I could always go and take my police contacts somewhere else." "Just please tell me you had nothing to do with this." "I'm just enjoying watching his fall from grace that's all, the police have interviewed me and let me go." "That didn't answer my question." "No." "I had nothing to do with it." "They've charged him, he's guilty as hell." "So what else have you got?" "I was chatting to an old DI I used to work with, he reckons Hopkins and the girl were seeing each other." "Do the police have proof of that?" "Yes, they do." "Makes their injunction look even more like a cover-up, wouldn't you say?" "You should print it." "It's not like the old days, Joe, we can't pull strokes any more." "We're going back to court the day after tomorrow to try and get the injunction lifted, now they've charged him." "After that we can go to town." "Right, he's a sewer rat, so what we need is bait." "Well, what about this journalist he's got links with?" "Coleen Palmer, maybe we can get to him through her." "We can't rule out he's still got friends in the police." "No." "OK." "Anything else?" "He's a workaholic, lives alone, no kids, a failed marriage." "Could be me." "Funny you should say that." "He's supposed to be ultra bright, so, basically we need bait for a smart arse." "Someone who plans everything out, who thinks he's smarter than everyone else." "Yeah?" "Well, what would rattle you?" "I suppose if you found out you were wrong about something?" "Yeah, hypothetically speaking." "Obviously." "OK, how do we use that?" "What about what the dad said about Kimberley not having any boyfriends?" "That they knew of." "So we put a boyfriend in the mix?" "Someone Tyrus didn't even know about." "If we put him on the back foot he might start making mistakes." "That could fizz things up a bit." "Right, pincer movement." "You take Tyrus, I'll start with the journo." "I'll persuade her to take on a new PI." "Me." "TomTom, put a wire on Jess." "What about me?" "Sometimes in order to move forward you have to take a step back." "I need a secret." "What sort of secret?" "One that sells papers - something she'll bite my hand off to print." "Make her hungry for more." "OK." "C'mon, MI6 must have a bag full of goodies." "Shedloads." "Oh and one more thing." "I need Charlie transferring back to CID." "Why?" "Is he not working out?" "No." "Exactly the opposite, which is why I want the transfer." "So go on, what have you got that I can use?" "Oh, now you come to mention it, I've got just the thing." "You're kidding me?" "I've got the photo right here." "A Cabinet minister's wife?" "Snorting cocaine." "Current?" "From the coalition?" "Current." "Which one?" "Let's talk money." "No, no, no, no." "You show me first." "And I can spot something photoshopped a mile off." "Oh, my God, her?" "!" "Ah-ah-ah!" "That's incredible." "How did you get it?" "I never reveal my sources." "It must be quite high up." "You have no idea." "OK, I'm buying you lunch." "Pick a restaurant." "Whatever you want to eat - that's fine by me." "Mr Tyrus?" "Camilla Ashcroft, Hodgson Chambers, thank you for seeing me." "You said someone recommended me." "Yes, that's right." "Who?" "A friend of a friend, a journalist, I believe, Coleen Palmer?" "'So what can I do for you?" "'" "'I need you to find someone.' 'Who?" "'" "A potential witness in a case we're representing." "His name is Yuri Dvorak." "A postgraduate, he attended the same university as the girl who was murdered recently, I'm not sure if you're aware of the case." "Kimberley Brooks." "He's an ex-boyfriend." "Apparently he was stalking her." "She made a complaint to the police about him, to a Detective Constable Charles O'Brien." "Kimberley Brooks came into my station a few weeks ago." "She said she didn't want to press charges, just asked if we could have a word, quietly, with this Yuri guy and warn him off." "None of her friends or family have mentioned this." "Well, they didn't know." "You see her old man's a bit over protective." "She said she'd slept with this guy once, it was a big mistake." "She'd been drunk." "He was a bit odd, you know, so she just wanted to forget about the whole thing." "Only Yuri wouldn't." "He kept following her everywhere." "And now she's dead." "You're representing Peter Hopkins." "You're aware of the charges against our client?" "Yes, I am." "Right, well then, yes." "I'm part of his legal team." "We're convinced of his innocence and this Yuri seems a more than credible alternative suspect." "'That is of course if you can trace him, naturally.'" "Good luck with that." "There were rumours our client and Miss Brooks were in a relationship." "So I understand." "Well, if Mr Dvorak also heard the same rumours and Miss Brooks continued to reject him, then we aim to propose that he decided to pay them both back in the most damaging way imaginable." "Alternatively, if Yuri wasn't responsible, but was nonetheless stalking her on the night in question..." "He might have witnessed who did murder her." "Another hopeful scenario." "Not if he says it was Peter Hopkins." "Well then why disappear?" "Why not come forward immediately and say so?" "He's hiding something - either guilt or knowledge and we need to know which." "Does Judge Hopkins know you're approaching me?" "Why should he?" "So, will you find Yuri for us?" "Yeah, sure." "Good." "Then we should discuss your fee." "So, we should discuss my fee." "150K up front for this." "If you want more, you pay me a retainer." "You value yourself very highly, Mr Quinn." "Yes, I do." "What are you paying Joe Tyrus?" "You know Joe?" "I know of him." "I'm current news." "He's the History Channel." "He's just given me my biggest exclusive yet or at least it will be when I'm allowed to print it." "Judge Hopkins?" "I couldn't possibly comment." "You do know it was Hopkins that put Tyrus and his cronies in prison?" "Of course." "And that doesn't bother you?" "We undertook due diligence, we checked our facts first." "I hope so." "Oh?" "Well, just so you're not surprised by all the writs that will land on your owners desk." "Writs for what exactly?" "Wrongful arrest, defamation of character..." "He murdered a girl." "If I were you, I'd go back and re-check your sources." "Why?" "Because I'm following a lead that will prove he didn't do it." "What kind of a lead?" "Sorry." "Client confidentiality." "OK, you said make a trail, so I gave Yuri some form, minor stuff, drunk and disorderly but it gives Tyrus plenty to chase." "It's all dead ends, of course." "Yuri's last known address is a derelict squat, it's been boarded up for months." "Great." "The more real Yuri becomes, the better he'll mess with Tyrus's head." "As sure as he can still get access to the PNC." "I bet he can." "He thinks there's a witness out there, so he'll be desperate to track him down." "Red rag to a bull." "Yeah, and it'll burn him right up when I find Yuri Dvorak before he does." "So when do I tell Tyrus he's failed?" "And that you are now the biggest dick in town." "Let's give Coleen dibs on that." "You can be the confirmation once he's checked me out for himself." "How's the new CV coming along?" "Oh, impressive." "I just took what Tyrus had done and made yours a lot better." "I even gave you a police medal for acts of exceptional courage, skill and conspicuous devotion to duty." "Nice!" "Mum'll be thrilled." ""I am the resurrection and the life,"" "sayeth the Lord." ""He that believes in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live" ""and whoever lives and believes in me shall never die..."" "If you're wrong about Hopkins..." "I'm not." "He killed her." "Yeah, well, there's another private investigator called Jack Quinn who doesn't think so." "He said he had a lead that would blow the case wide open." "I mean, you're the one with the bloody contacts!" "Why don't you know about this?" "I do." "Well?" "Look, the defence team are trying to track down a witness, some guy called Yuri Dvorak." "But he's long gone." "Gone where?" "That's a good question." "But if I can't find him, neither will this Jack Quinn." "Look, Hopkins killed the girl." "100%." "It's just a bullshit bluff by his counsel and it won't come to anything." "I guarantee it." "I can't believe I even agreed to talk to you again." "If this goes tits up, it may be actionable." "I will lose my job!" "Relax." "I'm on it." "Yeah." "You'd better be." "For God's sake, not now." "Let them pass." "Woah!" "Watch your step." "Victim Support." "You all right with those keys?" "Hmm." "Good." "You holding up?" "Not really." "A father shouldn't have to bury his daughter." "No." "They never grow up, you know." "Not with their dad." "19, she used to sit on my lap, watch the telly." "I used to get a dead leg." "Never told her." "Dads are indestructible, aren't they?" "Nice job." "I'd hire me." "You OK?" "Yeah." "Funeral must have been tough." "For Mum and Dad." "I know." "They looked empty, hollow like." "Like they were looking right through you and, no matter what we do, we can't make that better, can we?" "No." "So we do what we can and we get that bastard." "We all set?" "Yeah, TomTom's left enough of a trail, so if Tyrus is half as good as he's supposed to be, he'll find you." "Camera's up?" "Yep." "It's all motion and audio triggered, 360 coverage with a live feed that will record back at base." "Any word from Charlie yet?" "He's gone through all the police evidence, nothing new but he's still looking." "Also he's planted the Dvorak thing with his DI." "So he's logged on the police files." "Now if Tyrus still has contacts on the inside then, it's going to look legit." "Great." "Charlie's all right, it's TomTom I'm worried about." "Oh, do not fret, pretty lady." "Yuri Dvorak can take care of himself." "What?" "That's still the plan, innit?" "No." "Well, she's about to tell Tyrus that we found Yuri." "Yes." "So we need someone to play him." "But don't do that accent." "Why not?" "Because..." "It's weird." "And wrong." "No, no, it is authentic." "My, er, grandmother, she come from Kiev." "Have you put him up to this?" "No way." "This is your plan." "OK, let me explain it again." "Because there's clearly been some kind of misunderstanding." "You said the more real we make Yuri the better, right?" "Yeah, real as in normal, not some third-rate Bond villain - you go in there stroking a cat and the whole thing's over." "I'm not going to be stroking a..." "I'm allergic to cats - make my eyes itchy." "We need to rethink this." "I did say it was a risk." "I've done field work before, guys." "Not like this." "It's too dangerous." "Why, cos I'm just a backroom geek?" "I've got other talents too - if you ever give me the chance to show you." "Seriously, guys." "Thanks for the vote of confidence." "OK, troops, this is it." "Time for phase two." "Let's start turning up the heat on Tyrus." "Say when." "Wait..." "Wait..." "Now!" "Oh, that's brilliant, Coleen, yeah." "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, just call me when the contract's done." "We'll sign it over dinner." "Yeah, your treat..." "OK, bye-bye." "Nice place." "I don't bother with an office myself." "Too many walk-ins." "You should try appointment only." "I've got one scheduled in ten minutes." "That's more than enough time." "What do you want, Tyrus?" "So, we've checked each other out?" "That's good." "I hate small talk." "Funny..." "I've never heard of you before." "No, I've heard of you." "And what have you heard?" "Bent cop, done a bit of time, big opinion of himself." "OK." "So we live in different parts of the forest, I'll get over it." "I'm here to talk business." "What kind of business?" "Yuri Dvorak." "You found him yet?" "What's that got to do with you?" "It just occurred to me that we're both looking for him, both on a fee." "Maybe we should pool our resources." "Why?" "I don't need you." "And you haven't got anything to trade with." "I've got contacts." "Then why are you in here?" "Don't screw me around, Jack." "You don't know what you're dealing with." "Look... you haven't got a clue where Yuri Dvorak is." "And I don't need anything from you." "So why don't you... get out before I throw you out?" "OK, Jess?" "It's getting nasty in there." "You ready?" "On my way." "That was your one chance." "You should get some breath mints." "There's a chemist round the corner." "Go for extra strong." "Right, TomTom, did he plant anything?" "You didn't give him much time but, if it happened, I'd say... the chair." "Mr Tyrus." "It was a competitive tender." "I'm sorry if that wasn't clear." "Mr Quinn has made some progress." "I can still find him." "I'm sorry." "As I said, Mr Quinn has made some excellent progress." "So I don't think we'll be needing your services after all." "Thank you." "Ah, Ms Ashcroft, thank you for coming." "Please sit down." "Can I get you a drink?" "No." "Thank you." "It looks like a standard infinity transmitter." "Picks up voices only, no visuals." "Oh, he's dialling it now, you'll be live in a second." "May I ask why Mr Tyrus was here?" "Desperation." "He's out of his depth and he knows it." "A cretin like that would take months to find Dvorak, if ever." "But you've already located him?" "Yes." "And he's willing to talk?" "For a price." "The question he's asking is, what's Judge Hopkins' liberty worth?" "We won't be party to extortion." "You've got no choice." "Without him, your client's getting life." "Stick Yuri on the stand, you'll not only free an innocent man but get the real killer convicted." "He saw who did it." "And not only that." "He's got photos." "You've seen them?" "Not yet." "But he says they're ours for a price, along with his testimony." "Where is he now?" "Somewhere safe." "He's scared." "And, when you hear his story, you'll know why." "Yuri." "How are you doing?" "This is Camilla." "The lawyer." "Just tell her what you told me about Kimberley." "I was following her." "That night." "I saw who took her." "And it wasn't that rich prick." "The judge." "It, it wasn't him." "So why didn't you come forward?" "Because I was glad." "I thought, good." "After the way she hurt me, she deserved it." "Then when I... stopped being so angry and that man was arrested, I was sorry." "I knew I owed her the truth." "I'm sorry, I still don't understand why you didn't go to the police." "I did." "What?" "Tell her, Yuri." "Because when I went to the station, to see the policeman in charge..." "DI Campbell?" "Yes, he..." "He was with another man outside the police station." "No uniform." "They were together." "They were talking." "We think it must have been another detective." "They were laughing together." "And that man... he was the one in my photos." "The one who took Kimberley." "It was him." "And that's why he's in hiding." "He thinks the killer is a serving police officer or, at the very least, someone with contacts there." "I have to see these photos." "Yuri wants the man in custody." "Once we've got the photos, it will be easy enough to identify him." "From you, we want money and guaranteed protection for Yuri." "You'll have both." "Does anyone else know about this?" "We'll also be talking to the press." "I've got a reporter who'll pay you a fortune for this story." "OK." "But no press yet." "Yuri, you may need to give evidence in person." "You're certain you'd know this man if you saw him again?" "Yes." "I would recognise him again anywhere." "OK, Yuri, Camilla and I will talk this through some more." "We'll Skype you tomorrow with an offer, then make the exchange." "Agreed?" "If the offer is enough, then, yes." "See?" "I told you it was dynamite." "A policeman?" "Oh, don't act so surprised." "If you're smart enough, you can get away with murder." "Just had a call from the prison," "Peter Hopkins has been pretty badly beaten up." "That's terrible." "You don't think he's guilty, do you?" "What I think doesn't matter." "It's about what I can and can't prove in court." "I'm on my way to meet Coleen." "She wants to make me an offer I can't refuse." "Lucky you." "I thought we could celebrate our new partnership in style." "We're partners now, are we?" "We will be when you give me the new angle on the Hopkins case, tell me about this new witness." "I could've done that on the phone, surely." "Yeah, but I thought it would be nice to do it somewhere we couldn't be disturbed." "Do what, exactly?" "Seal the deal." "And I thought Leveson stopped you using underhand means to get your story." "Heavens no!" "He just taught us how not to get caught next time." "Cheers." "Cheers." "So what's the story with Campbell?" "Good cop." "Just trying to do his job." "I reckon he's done everything he can." "Really?" "Yeah, I do." "And if the police could do any more, they wouldn't be coming to us, would they?" "No." "Oi!" "You taking those headphones off for a reason?" "No, it's just..." "There's nothing going on." "TomTom, I told you to keep his channel open." "If Jack's compromised, we need to know about it." "Jack's not compromised, he's..." "Let me have a listen." "He's fine..." "Come on!" "Thanks." "You could have warned me." "I did try." "What?" "Oh, Jack!" "Oh!" "Oh, God!" "I wondered where you'd got to." "I was worried." "He's got to pay, that's all." "Bit of jail time's not enough for a man like Hopkins." "Just go to bed, all right?" "I think I'll make a pot." "It's always nicer in a pot." "Do you want anything to eat?" "You got a girlfriend, Charlie?" "No-one special." "Why?" "Cos I'm a nosy bitch." "Oi!" "Are you going to share some of that wine?" "Thank you." "Hello." "Hi, Patricia." "Yeah, no, no, no, of course, I said to ring any time." "Er, yeah, yeah, just a minute." "It's Kimberley's mum." "Yeah." "No, you can't come here but there's a cafe near where I work." "We can't date in-house." "No team romances - it's one of Jack's rules." "Nah, she's a bit scary for me." "Actually, I was wondering what her last psyche test said." "Yeah..." "You really don't want to know that." "No, it's not a phone number, it's a Skype address." "Can you still trace it?" "I didn't ask how hard it was," "I said can you get me a postal address from it?" "How long?" "Well, make sure you do." "Are you sure you won't stay for breakfast?" "We can order room service." "In a while." "Too much to organise." "Hey, Dvorak's jittery as hell." "I'll see you at my office, though, yeah?" "Three o'clock." "Don't forget the money and Joe Tyrus." "I'd rather this was about me and you now." "Why does Tyrus have to be there?" "It's personal." "You're not exactly his favourite person." "What if he doesn't come?" "Just tell him I've been talking with Dvorak and that I've got the photos - he'll come." "You boys." "All set?" "Er, yeah!" "Just relax." "It'll be fine." "You heard from Charlie?" "All in place." "What about Coleen?" "Yeah, she's just texted, she's spoken to Tyrus, he's confirmed he'll meet her at the office at three o'clock." "Any chance she's playing us?" "No." "She's in love?" "No." "Just lust then." "It was quite a performance." "It's time." "He's right." "Let's go." "Hey... you going to be OK?" "Yeah, I'm cool... ish." "I'm OK." "Just do the same as yesterday, right?" "Sit here, do me thing." "I am Yuri Dvorak." "Remember, we don't actually have any photos, so it's all on your reaction when you see him - that's what'll sell it." "You've just got to convince him that you saw him that night with Kimberley." "I'll do my best." "I am Yuri Dvorak." "Just had a call, sir." "Need to follow something up." "What?" "Not sure yet, let me check it out first?" "Yeah?" "OK, go." "You're sure that's the address?" "Anything?" "A pigeon's just done a crap on the ledge." "Anything interesting?" "It's interesting for a pigeon." "I meant is anyone coming yet?" "They'll be here soon." "Don't worry." "Hello, Yuri." "You." "How did you find me?" "Your call's been cancelled." "Now, you said you had some photos of me." "Where are they?" "I have them, they are safe." "I know what you did." "I saw you." "You killed Kimberley!" "All I want is the photos, now give them to me and we can both get on with our lives." "No, I saw you, you hurt her!" "Why?" "Why would you do that?" "I loved her!" "Yeah, I know you did, Yuri, and I'm sorry she had to die but sometimes the end justifies the means." "Now give me what I want." "No!" "Wrong answer." "Last chance!" "I won't help you." "What?" "You think you're better than me?" "You were stalking her!" "For all I know, you'd have killed her yourself once you'd finished jerking off." "I probably saved you a job." "I didn't want to kill her." "It wasn't about her, it was about him." "It's his turn to rot in prison." "Now give me the photos!" "I killed your girlfriend, don't make me kill you too!" "I wouldn't do that if I were you." "He thinks we're in the office." "Oh, that." "We taped that earlier." "He's confused." "Bless him." "TomTom, did we get Mr Tyrus' confession?" "You what?" "Oh, yeah, hang on." "Every word." "In fact, you could have come in a bit quicker guys, you know." "Sorry, mate, we had to be sure we had it." "Yeah, it's great." "Don't worry about me." "Is he really pointing a knife at me?" "I'm afraid so." "What do you think?" "Paper, rock, scissors?" "Yeah." "One, two... three." "Drop it." "Have we got a first aid kit in here?" "You set me up." "I think that's what they call poetic justice." "'We knew you thought you had a perfect plan.'" "Camilla Ashcroft." "We need you to find someone, his name is Yuri Dvorak." "'So we had to introduce an element of doubt.'" "He saw who did it." "And not only that, he's got photos." "'Once you were looking for Yuri...'" "He put a tracker on your car so he'll follow you at a distance." "So far, so good." "'..we knew you'd have to follow Jack's laptop." "'TomTom monitored your progress remotely... 'and we knew Yuri's Skype address would lead you here.'" "You OK?" "Yeah, nothing that a clean pair of underwear and a blood transfusion won't fix." "It's just a scratch, you big baby." "Jack." "Mrs Brooks, put the gun down, please." "I was outside." "I heard voices, I didn't know what to do, so I waited." "I could hear you all." "I heard what you said!" "It was you that killed Kimberly, not Hopkins." "Please..." "Mrs Brooks, just put the gun down, point it towards the floor, please." "My daughter's dead!" "I know she is." "I'm sorry." "We all are." "You don't need to do this." "He deserves it." "Yes, he does, but then we're no better than him." "He'll go to prison and, if you do this, so will you." "Keith's on his own." "He won't be able to do this without you, you know that, don't you?" "I'm sorry." "She called me." "She wanted me to get rid of that." "And you told her to come here?" "No, of course not, the cafe..." "I couldn't wait, I just wanted that thing out the house." "So I thought the cafe might be near your home or work." "So I went there and I saw you come here and I followed..." "It's all right, it's all right." "It's over." "Sir, you got a minute?" "Yeah, what is it?" "That lead I told you about." "Joe Tyrus' car." "You see, I've got an informant." "Sort of." "He said get a forensics team in and check this out." "We did." "Yeah, yeah." "But he said, er, you might have missed something." "In the boot." "Charlie?" "Package delivered." "New boy did good." "Yes, he did." "We could use you in our little organisation, no?" "Seriously, stop him doing that." "What?" "!" "Just drive." "'I killed your girlfriend, don't make me kill you too!" "'Just give me the photos!" "'" "Thank you." "Welcome home, darling." "So good to see you." "TomTom, outstanding work, above and beyond." "I'll knock ten hours off your sentence." "I'm just glad we got him." "Hear, hear." "To Kimberley Brooks." "To Kimberley." "Listen, I know we're having a moment, guys, but I really need a wee." "Sorry." "I'll go the other way." "Excuse me, coming through." "TomTom!" "I'll buy you a drink on my way back to make up for it." "Don't forget the crisps." "Eh?" "Crisps!" "Oh, seriously, that's too close, I'm walking away." "So, the police can't touch him." "As long as he's inside the embassy building, he's on foreign soil." "Denied the freedom to step back down onto British soil for fear of being arrested for a crime I did not commit." "What we really need is someone on the inside." "Thank you!" "Are you OK?" "Who's coming to this thing?" "Oh, just some people my dad thinks are important." "I promised somebody that I'd get you out of here and banged up where you belong." "You are innocent, aren't you, Philip?" "All the rules that we all live by, they don't apply to him." "This man is now under the protection of the Colombian Government."