Above Suspicion (2009) s03e02 Episode Script
Deadly Intent - Part 2
I am lifting your entire face.
Even your own mother wouldn't recognise you.
LANGTON: The victim is one of us.
Former Detective Inspector Frank Brandon.
We're supposed to be getting married.
He's my husband.
What's a woman like her doing with him? That's when I passed this geezer.
Was he with someone? A blond fella.
Proper Lurch.
Tall.
Fentanyl.
100mg will kill you instantly.
Danny Petrozzo.
Yu a liad, man.
Half eediat, beast.
I've been trying to call you.
I am scared out of my mind.
I'm here now.
I'm being followed.
You don't understand.
I'm not safe and nor are you.
Sorry.
Just leave me alone! Oi! Do you hear me? Just leave me alone! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! I don't know where he is! I don't know where the hell he is! Mr Petrozzo was in reasonably good health.
However, death was rapid.
It was like a switch had been flicked off.
Pulmonary oedema, renal failure, cardiac arrest - the poor man's whole body just shut down.
So, overdose? The build-up of fluid in the lung is typical with overdose victims, yes.
Blood toxicology revealed the synthetic opiate, Fentanyl.
That's caused by the patch over his mouth, yeah? No, I shouldn't think so.
That is designed for slow release.
This was a swift and massive overdose.
There is a needle mark underneath the hairline, and that's your smoking gun.
So what's the point of the patch? I just present the facts, DI Travis.
It's your job to interpret them.
OK, point taken.
Um What do you think? Um To muffle the sound of his dying? There's bruising around the mouth.
Or your killer had the blackest of humours.
I've sent the brain for examination and I will have a clearer picture when I've had time to finish my report.
OK, thanks, Veronica.
You'll need these - the victim's possessions.
Keep us posted, OK? I certainly will, James.
I was doing some research.
18 months ago, a stash of pure Fentanyl was stolen from a laboratory in Miami.
It was worth nearly 30 million quid.
We're not in Miami, Travis.
A suspected Colombian job, right? None of it's been recovered.
So you reckon those guys have come all the way from Columbia to set up shop in some filthy squat in the Warren Estate? Yeah, maybe.
If it's as rare as Power reckons There was one broken vial, Travis.
I've been doing some checking as well.
You know they had a load of thefts from A&E departments in the UK last year? Any news about that 4x4? (PHONE RINGS) Forensics are combing it now.
Speak of the devil.
Hello, Pete.
I was just talking about you.
'Hi, Anna.
We've found some blood.
' It can't be Danny Petrozzo's blood.
There's not a mark on him.
Could it be Frank Brandon? We haven't checked yet.
We're a bit backed up here at the moment.
We're still working on your rogue third bullet, before you ask.
All this mud here - caked in the stuff, clay like.
It doesn't exactly look local to Hackney, if you know what I mean.
Nice set of prints here.
Probably belonging to whoever closed the door on the dead body.
Can you get a name for me? As soon as I have it, Anna, it's yours.
Pete, have you told DCI Lewis all of this? No, I haven't.
Will you pass it on? Hm I think it might be better if you tell him.
Sure.
No problem.
Anna, did you get my text? About dinner? No.
No, I didn't.
Oh, it wasn't for tonight, was it? Well Oh, my phone's been playing up a lot lately.
I see.
You should get that fixed.
Yeah, sorry.
Yeah, me too.
You did this.
No, man, that's nasty.
Not me.
You were picked up with the gun still on you, you idiot! Detective, please! You do not have a hope in hell of walking away from this! So stop bullshitting! Your filthy prints are all over it, you little prick! You shot him in the face! Look at him! Mike! Squeak, squeak, little piggy.
Can we have five minutes? Your man pretty wound up tight.
I've been looking through this.
Danny Petrozzo's diary.
It's got Frank Brandon's pick-up marked.
It's the last entry.
Godot.
What do you think that means? Someone he was waiting for? I think you'd better get in there.
Why, what's wrong? You need to protect your DCI before he does something stupid.
Right.
Thanks, Sam.
(ALARM BLARES) Not again! Langton and that ruddy smoke alarm! Where's my screwdriver? Nice! Nice! Sit right here, kitty cat.
You left a witness in the squat.
Danny Petrozzo.
Desperate, you're desperate.
Me and Danny tight, man.
Yeah, so you drove away in the 4x4.
Me not drive none of that shit.
What you drive, eh? I bet you drive a G-Wiz, don't? (CHUCKLES) We found your friend Danny Petrozzo exactly where you left him, in the boot of the car.
Wait.
Wait.
Don't you say another word, Silas.
You hear me? First Frank Brandon, then Danny Petrozzo.
You, earn some money, yeah? Do you have any evidence linking my client to the car? Or to the murder of Mr Petrozzo at all? We have a witness who places your client in the squat the night of the shooting.
Petrozzo was there.
He'd seen you shoot Brandon, you had to tidy that up.
No.
Yeah, you had to kill him.
No, no, that's not what happened.
What happened, then? Who was there, Silas? Who killed your friend? We have you for shooting Brandon.
You're going down anyway.
But you cooperate with us now, help us find out who did this, and it won't go unnoticed at your trial.
(WHISPERS) Give it up, Silas.
Come on, you were set up, right? Not like you to go into one of your dives in person.
You've got your foot soldiers to handle the small shit.
This was something else, yeah? Did Petrozzo arrange something that was of interest? How much was it worth? I never had nothing to do with taking out Danny.
He was always scoring from me.
For his customers.
Brown, crack - regular, right? Couple of months ago, Danny come to me and say he get wind of something big.
He meet somebody that want to deal it fast.
And we could make a bag of money.
(RAP MUSIC) Ta.
There you go.
See you next time, son.
(SNIFFS) He got hold of some drug, dead pure.
Fentanyl.
This is just the start of it.
I said I don't trust nobody who wanted big cash.
I asked for a meeting so I could meet him.
We can clean up a fortune.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Right, that's him.
No, it's OK.
Danny, it's me, Frank.
I was fucking wired, man, I just freaked! You saw Frank Brandon, you recognised him.
You knew he was ex-police.
Of course I knew him! I did five years down to him.
I thought it was a set-up.
I just panic.
He wasn't there to arrest you, Silas.
He'd been retired.
What was he doing there? I don't know! You didn't stop to ask him.
Him should not come knocking.
So you're saying Petrozzo was alive when you left.
Shit, yes! If you didn't kill Danny, Silas, who did? Who was the man with Brandon, Silas? I didn't see him! Did Petrozzo mention a name for the guy offloading the gear? I never hung around for shaking him by the hand! (WHISPERS) You get what you want from me, but I don't grass up.
The surname of your ex-husband? Collingwood.
I'm sorry, Pete, er Anna's a bit busy at the moment.
We do have other detectives here might be able to help.
Right.
Yeah.
Yeah, OK, brilliant.
Yes.
OK, I'll give the message.
Pull up Julius D'Anton, Joan! Julius D'Anton? Yeah.
D'Anton? Mean anything? D'Anton? You know him? Yeah.
Yeah, a bit of possession, a bit of supply.
Small time, though.
Why? What's he been up to? His prints are all over Danny Petrozzo's 4x4.
Got him.
Here he is.
Yeah, that's him.
Julius D'Anton.
Privately educated, father's a judge.
Joan, can you get onto tracing him, please? Will do.
Excuse me.
He's a bit of a joke, to be honest, Anna.
D'Anton won't even know what he's dealing with.
We've got some halfwit trying to flood the streets with Fentanyl, dealers cutting it in lethal doses.
D'Anton couldn't organise something on this scale.
But could he be the guy who went to the drug squat with Brandon? If he was injured during the shooting, he might be lying low.
Yeah.
But we've got to find him before he starts dealing it.
If we don't, the consequences will be deadly.
Hang on a minute.
Does the name Alexander Fitzpatrick mean anything to you? Yeah, big time.
How? Well, in the '80s, Miami and the coke trade was owned by Fitzpatrick.
If you did a line back then, chances are it came from him.
Suspected of dealing with Colombian drug cartels, wanted in connection with a shooting in 1981.
Says the photo was taken in 1982.
Upper middle class English gentleman taking on the Colombians.
And winning.
He was ruthless.
Even by their standards.
You reckon he's still alive? No one's seen him for 20 years.
Could be dead.
I gotta be off.
Right.
Thanks, Sam.
Cheers.
This is your son William.
Is that his father? Sam? Sam! Yeah? Could you erdo something for me? Go on.
Do you have any friends in the FBI? I might have.
Any more details you can get on Fitzpatrick, I'd really appreciate it.
I could see what I can do.
You feel like a drink? I mean, we could talk about it then.
Erno.
I'd better go back and trace D'Anton.
But thanks.
Another time then, yeah? Is there anyone in this investigation NOT coming onto you? Oh, for goodness' sake! There's something I want to run by you.
Do it on the run - I've got a bloody press conference.
I may be onto something.
It might be really stupid and completely irrelevant.
It's just this hunch I've got about Julia Brandon's ex-husband.
Do you know of Alexander Fitzpatrick? The drug dealer? That Alexander Fitzpatrick? You know him? Yeah, well, I know the stories and I read the book.
Surprised you haven't.
Well, he's English though, right? Yes, he jumped trial here.
They called him The Ghost.
Moved wherever he wanted, never got caught.
Still hasn't been.
Look at his aliases.
Aaron Cambourne, Anthony Collingwood, Andrew What am I looking for? Remember, I told you.
That's the ex-husband.
On the list of the 10 Most Wanted, Fitzpatrick's aliases are listed Anthony Collingwood is one of them.
We can't trace anything on this Anthony Collingwood.
There's no birth certificate, no wedding certificate, no National Insurance number, nothing.
Just because you can't trace a birth certificate doesn't mean he's America's Most Wanted.
Out you get.
The photograph I saw in her flat of her ex-husband is him, 25 years on.
I'm pretty sure of it.
Do you think that Frank Brandon was the love of her life? OK, I've got some time for this.
Despite myself, I've got time for it.
Don't make me regret saying that.
Once I get shot of this press junket, it's time to get tough on Julia Brandon.
I'll meet you there in an hour.
Oh, come on, Paul! He can't be that hard to find with a name like Julius D'Anton.
He's either killed Petrozzo or knows who has, so pull your finger out and bring him in! Hey! I didn't get a look at their faces.
JULIA: Of course they know who you are! They were here! (DOOR SLAMS) How stupid are you?! Don't put all the blame on me, Julia! I need more time! We don't have any fucking time! You left your door open.
Don't you need to make an appointment or something? That can defeat the purpose sometimes.
What's happened here? It's private.
A disagreement, that's all.
A disagreement? You've been assaulted.
Did he do this to you? No! Oh, so that's why you hired Frank Brandon - for protection.
I didn't hire him.
I married him.
Oh, yes, of course.
You fell in love.
There's nothing illegal about falling in love, you know.
It's nothing.
It's not what it looks like.
Well, I saw those two guys.
Why did they do this to you? I fell down the stairs.
So now just leave me alone.
Your previous husband was Anthony Collingwood.
Correct? When did you last see him? I don't know.
Maybe 10, 12 years ago.
Where is he living now? America.
I'm not sure.
Miami? I don't know.
How did he make his money? He never discussed business with me.
Is this your ex-husband, Mrs Brandon? (CHUCKLES) Are you serious? The FBI's Most Wanted?! Narcotics distribution?! She wasn't married to a drugs dealer, for crying out loud! Anthony was a property developer.
I make the decisions.
It's what I want.
Did you know him well, Mr Rushton? That's not him.
When I was here last, there was a photograph of Mr Collingwood.
What of it? Well, can we see it? No.
I don't have it.
You have a sister who lives in Buckinghamshire, near Marlow.
Is that correct? Helga Nolan? You will.
You will! (SPEAKS SWEDISH) I wouldn't know.
She might be there.
(RINGS) (RINGS) (ANSWERPHONE PICKS UP) MAN: Julia.
Julia! Julia! Pick up the fucking phone! Look, I'm sorry, I think I'm gonna be sick.
BAROLLI: Caller left a message? Yeah, but I couldn't trace it.
He just kept saying her name over and over and then she threw up.
Yes! Yes! Got him! Sorry.
Sorry.
Julius D'Anton.
The guy's whose fingerprints were all over the 4x4.
Well, he's changed addresses more times than I've had hot dinners, but it turns out he's married.
I've got an address for a Sadie D'Anton, Islington.
Anyone home? Sadie! Sorry about the mess.
Still moving in.
Yes, it was a little tricky to find you.
Actually, it's your husband that we've come to see.
Is he here? No, I haven't seen him for a week or so.
Jules dabbles in antiques.
He's always gadding off to fairs and second-hand shops.
He has a lock-up full of junk that he thinks will turn out suddenly to be worth a fortune.
I always seem to end up paying for it, though.
Does he drive? He has an old post office van he used to move his stuff.
Do you know this man - Danny Petrozzo? Erno.
What about him - Silas Roach? No! You haven't seen your husband with these men or heard him talk of them? No.
Sorry.
Um I've learnt to keep Jules at arm's length, if you know what I mean.
What about Anthony Collingwood? (GIGGLES) No.
No.
No, not him either.
What about this man - Alexander Fitzpatrick? I don't (LAUGHS) What is all this about? This is a very serious matter.
Look, we just need to speak to your husband.
He can help us with our enquiries, that's all.
Is this antiques auction something your husband would go to? He may have, I don't know.
Probably, yes.
Can I take it? Yes, of course.
Look, I just want you to know that, for all his faults, Jules is a really sweet guy.
Naivemaybe Well, if you manage to make contact just do let us know.
It's in everyone's best interest.
Thank you.
What planet is she on? It's all right, they've gone.
Oh, Jules, what have you done this time? I've been thinking.
Fitzpatrick's been dormant too long.
Why would he suddenly come out of hiding? Why would he risk it? Money.
No.
He's made loads of it.
Millions.
Perhaps for his son.
We are presuming he's even still alive, you know? To be at the top of that game you either kill or be killed.
Oh, this flyer for Bourne End .
.
you pinned on the board.
Found that at D'Anton's house, yeah? What's the connection? Julia Brandon's sister lives really near there.
Helga Nolan.
I want to interview her in the morning.
You can drive.
But it's Saturday.
I'll buy us lunch.
Get us some mustard, will you? SAT NAV: In 500 yards, turn right.
TRAVIS: Oh, shut up.
Look, I don't think this place is on the map.
No, just keep going.
There should be a fork coming up.
SAT NAV: In 200 yards, turn right.
Yeah, there it is.
No.
We went left before.
No, you took the right.
The left's the right one.
Mind the ditch! Jesus Christ! SAT NAV: Turn right.
SAT NAV: Recalculating.
Go back.
I'm not going back.
I'm not gonna reverse.
That's it, that's the farm.
Hey, there! Won't be a minute.
(LOCKS DOOR) Hey.
I'm Helga Nolan.
DI Travis.
And this is James Langton, Detective Chief Superintendant.
Very formal! Well, come inside.
I'll make us some tea.
Good timing, actually.
I was just about to take scones out of the oven, then I heard a squawk and I ran to check the chickens.
Those bastard foxes still manage to get in, sometimes in broad daylight.
Oh, I spoke to PC Daley about the community project just yesterday.
I didn't think you would be here so soon.
We're from the Metropolitan Police.
Oh.
Oh, you will have some, won't you? Yes.
Thank you.
We've been speaking with your sister.
My sister? Julia.
I know my sister's name, Detective.
It's regarding her husband.
My sister isn't married, she's divorced.
Well, she remarried, actually.
And I'm afraid to tell you that he's been murdered.
Murdered? His name was Frank Brandon.
You never met him? No.
No.
No, I hadn't.
Do you take milk and sugar? Eryes, please.
Oh there's no point in hiding the fact that we don't exactly get on, Julia and I.
Not that we don't love each other.
Of course we do, deep down.
It's just that we have very different outlooks on life.
Well, you met my sister.
You can see for yourself how different we are.
This is my homemade plum.
Oh! Have you ever heard of this man - Alexander Fitzpatrick? I don't think so.
What can you tell me about her ex-husband - Anthony Collingwood? Aah! Can I help you? No, it's hot, obviously.
What about her ex-husband? I know she cared about him.
Or rather she liked the lifestyle he provided for her.
He was very wealthy, apparently.
Do you know how they met? I have no idea, sweetie.
As I said, we were and are very different creatures.
I can't stand it in London and she hates it here.
Mmthese are delicious.
Ohplease, try my jam.
It's a wonderful spot here.
Very hard to find.
We don't get many ramblers, thank god.
I mean, if you didn't actually know where the place was, you'd never find it.
Mm-hm.
Do you own it or rent? Actually, it belongs to my husband's mother.
And it needs a lot of work.
Oh.
And we do rent out some of the fields to local farmers.
Must be worth a bob or two.
Possibly.
Does your husband work on the farm? Ha! Damian? Oh, no.
He's a Professor of Biochemistry at Oxford.
What time will he be home? Well, it depends.
Sometimes his lectures can run on quite late, so he stays over with friends.
Have you ever seen or heard of this man - Daniel Petrozzo? No.
What about him? Julius D'Anton.
Afraid not.
Sorry, should I? Sorry, I have a phone call.
Do you mind if I take it? Of course not.
So you haven't seen either of them in town or around the farm? I'm fully aware of who's on my land and who's not and I've never seen either of them.
Yes, OK.
Yeah, that's great.
Thanks very much.
(LANGTON AND HELGA CHAT IN KITCHEN) HELGA: Oh, yes, I know the exact spot.
In winter, it's even worse Well! Intruders aren't what they used to be.
Hello, I'm Damian Nolan.
With whom do I have the pleasure? Sorry? I live here.
What's your name? Anna.
Um Detective Inspector Anna Travis.
I won't tell, Detective.
Sorry.
It's all rather intriguing.
Of course, very sad to hear about Julia's husband.
So you never met Mr Brandon either? Oh, good heavens, no.
I'm sure Helga's told you that our familial relationship with Julia is merely a notional one.
Have you been to London recently, Mr Nolan? As a matter of fact, I have.
I'm on a book tour.
Here.
A copy for you, Detective.
Biotransfers in Organic Chemistry.
You'll enjoy that, Travis (!) DCS Langton.
Not exactly holiday reading, is it? Even biochemists go on holiday.
Do you know this man? Alexander Fitzpatrick.
Do you know who DI Travis is referring to, Mr Nolan? Umyes, the drug chap.
Alexander Fitzpatrick.
Do you know him? Do I know him? Do I know him? Well, I know OF him, of course.
Anyone of my generation would be somewhat aware of who he was.
But you never met him, did you? No.
He's the stuff of urban myth, isn't he, Detective? A sort of Howard Marks character.
Though, if memory serves me, Howard Marks was caught.
Fitzpatrick wasn't.
He escaped during his trial, didn't he? Mm-hm.
So eryou never saw Julia with him? No.
Julia wouldn't have the faintest idea who he is.
Or rather was.
Well, I don't think we have much more to tell you, so Well, thank you both for your time.
May I just get my bag? Thank you.
Call again if you need anything.
And don't forget your book, Anna.
Well, thank you very much.
Nice couple.
Yeah.
Too nice.
Should have got him to sign that book for you, sell it on eBay.
All this mud here.
Caked in the stuff, clay like.
It doesn't exactly look local to Hackney.
Came all the way out here for some mud, did we? Yeah.
That and some hot scones.
I know this is gonna sound like I'm obsessed, but I thought he was Fitzpatrick for a second.
Why did you think that? I don't know, it was just a feeling.
25 years on, who knows what he'd look like? He gave me heart failure when he walked in on me.
She could make mine flutter.
Yeah, well, I reckon she's a lot older than her sister.
Hey, look at that! That's an old post office van.
Julius D'Anton's wife said that he had an old post office van.
Go on, then.
If he's in it, give me a shout.
And mind the nettles.
(PHONE RINGS) Sam, did you get the results from the FBI yet? Ow! (LANGTON LAUGHS) Ow! It's empty! That's fine, Jess.
Thank you.
You can take off now.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend.
(LIFT BELL DINGS) (OPERA MUSIC PLAYS) (CLATTER) Hello? (SQUEAKING) (TROLLEY SQUEAKS) (DOOR OPENS) Hello, David.
(WINCES) (KNOCKS ON DOOR) LANGTON: Come in! Right, well, I'm off home.
I found some camomile lotion, but bloody nettles! Look at my legs! Be my pleasure.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Wait till you hear this.
Sam here has been checking on a contact in the FBI.
12 months ago, outside Miami, a drunk driver goes clean through a red light.
Smacks into the back of another car.
Bang.
Squad car pulls up The other driver refuses an ambulance.
He gives his name as Andrew Ferguson.
Wait, why does that name ring a bell? Also known as Don't tease me.
Alexander Fitzpatrick.
No way! Oh, yes.
He's sitting in his car, gets breathalysed, hands over his licence, very polite and accommodating.
They run his licence roadside and discover it's a fake.
It's just two regular cops who've got one drunk driver and now they're suspicious of the other guy.
But just as they approach, Fitzpatrick roars off.
They don't exactly like to brag about it, if you know what I mean.
Yeah, but when he blew into the tube, he left some saliva.
Drew up a DNA profile.
Oh, I don't believe it.
Now, this is the best bit.
That DNA profile is still on file.
Well, what does that mean? Fitzpatrick's DNA! They still have it in Virginia.
We can match it against the blood in Petrozzo's car.
So, they are sending it over.
Thank youand good night.
Unless you're free for a drink, Anna.
Erno, thanks.
Thank you.
See ya.
Night, Sam.
So what, they're just er they're sending it over, just like that? Well, no, not just like that.
I'm not bloody Tommy Cooper.
But erwhen it comes, we can get your boyfriend in forensics to compare it and then, heaven forbid, you might be proved right.
Yeah, or wrong.
Oh, come on! That's not the attitude.
Anna, listen to your instinct.
You're your father's daughter.
You're a detective in your bones.
Now, thathunch of yours about Fitzpatrick, don't let it go so easily.
What do you mean? Nothing is ever as it seems.
There's no such thing as normal.
If something looks perfect, you need to scratch beneath the surface.
People rarely say what they truly think.
Or feel.
(PHONE RINGS) (PHONE RINGS) What is it, Mike? DCS Langton.
He's in here.
Security found him.
(ON ANSWERPHONE) JULIA: David, it's me again.
Would you call me back? (HANGS UP) David, it's important! I really need to speak to you.
Well, he obviously didn't.
Do we know when he was last seen alive? His secretary left at five.
Didn't see anything unusual or suspicious.
This hunch you've got about Fitzgerald's involvement Fitzpatrick.
Fitzpatrick.
His name's Alexander Fitzpatrick.
I've got nothing yet to prove he's involved, but I'm hoping Pete's gonna help me out with that.
Have we had that DNA profile back yet? Yes, I did.
From the FBI, no less.
Well, is it a match to the blood swipe from the 4x4? Give me time! I just got called out for this! That's not gonna be any use to us, but there are more cameras in the corridors and the front entrance.
Well, we should get it checked out for prints, though.
Why? It's turned to face the wall.
(SIGHS) Yeah, get the footage sent over to the Incident Room ASAP.
(PHONE BEEPS) Langton's bringing in Julia Brandon.
Right, well, I'll see you over there, then.
Actually, no.
There's somewhere something I've got to do, so JOAN: No, you've got the wrong department.
No.
Three dead.
Frank Brandon, Danny Petrozzo and now er David Rushton.
The body count's mounting.
And then we've got Julius D'Anton still missing.
Joan, is there an update on Julius D'Anton yet? The TV appeal went out again last night but there's no trace so far.
Could you please repeat the name and All of them linked by Fentanyl - either dead by it or dealing it.
Travis, I want you with me for Julia Brandon.
Have we had the CCTV from Rushton's office yet? No.
Where the hell is it? A woman on the phone saw D'Anton last night, a pub in Kilburn.
Right, let me speak to her.
Travis! Er All right, just get the information and don't forget to tell Mike.
Right.
Has anyone seen him? So, you were married to Anthony Collingwood.
Tell me about him.
We're divorced.
There's nothing to tell.
(THEY SPEAK IN SWEDISH) I haven't seen him for years and I have no idea where he is.
Where did you get married? On board his yacht.
And you had a happy life with him? I had a fantastic life with him.
Houses around the world - St Lucia, Monaco, Manhattan.
Private planes, yachts The life that people dream of.
(RAPS KNUCKLES ON TABLE) Sorry.
Um What was Mr Rushton's part in all of this? Well, Anthony advised me to stay with him after the divorce.
He looks after all our well, all MY finances.
Anything I need, he arranges it.
Basically, all I really need is my PIN number.
David Rushton's body was discovered in his office on Saturday.
(GASPS) Oh, my god! (JULIA HYPERVENTILATES) Your second husband of just a few months .
.
his boss, and your trusted financial advisor.
I had nothing to do with their deaths.
II wasn't involved.
Look at this photograph.
You know who this is.
Alexander Fitzpatrick.
So where is he? I don't know.
You were married to one of the biggest drug dealers that the world has ever known and you're telling me you don't know about it.
I swear on my son's life, I didn't know how he made his money.
David handledeverything.
He handled his finances, school fees, he handled me - whatever I wanted.
I just went along with it.
I did whatever I was told to do.
What did he tell you to do, Julia? (ASKS QUESTION IN SWEDISH) Ja.
I'd like to speak with Mrs Brandon in private.
There are no charges against my client.
She's here assisting your enquiries.
You ARE involved here.
That much is clear.
You've already had one warning from your Colombian visitors, who are obviously here looking for Fitzpatrick.
David Rushton couldn't protect you, could you? He's dead.
You could be next.
You would be safer telling us the truth.
'I only need my PIN number'! The reality is, we've got no evidence against her and her solicitor knows it.
I've got something for you to see.
At last.
Run a few rings round her.
She's got more to tell us.
So what's been the hold-up with all this? There's a digital transfer problem.
Great (!) What the hell are you doing down here? The Incident Room was packed.
I needed the cable leads.
Go on.
This is the camera from the main entrance to Rushton's office.
Get on with it, Paul.
It's an old system so the quality's not great.
Terrific.
OK, this is Rushton's secretary leaving.
Then nothing for a bit.
It goes on like this for a while.
A lot of empty footage.
Is that it? No, wait.
And .
.
here he comes.
OK.
This is useless, Paul.
We can't see his bloody face.
Wait, wait.
Um OK, and in a moment we pick him up again inside Rushton's office.
Are you married, Paul? No.
Got a girlfriend? Nope.
Why? You want a date? You might get one if you start using deodorant.
And in he comes.
We switch to the office camera Come on, turn around.
Yes! He's turned the bloody camera! Forensics found finger marks left in the dust of the camera but not a single identifiable print.
How is that possible? He wasn't wearing gloves.
Take it back to where he turns to the camera.
Hold it there.
Is that him? Is that Fitzpatrick? He's trying to flood this country with drugs, never mind killing anyone who stands in his way! You will never catch him.
He's been 10 steps ahead of you the whole time.
He's got the bloody Fentanyl! (GROANS) Take it easy! Where are the bloody drugs? What the hell are you doing? Stopping you from killing yourself! Police! Stay where you are! I want to tell the truth.
I don't want any of this leaving this room.
Is that understood?
Even your own mother wouldn't recognise you.
LANGTON: The victim is one of us.
Former Detective Inspector Frank Brandon.
We're supposed to be getting married.
He's my husband.
What's a woman like her doing with him? That's when I passed this geezer.
Was he with someone? A blond fella.
Proper Lurch.
Tall.
Fentanyl.
100mg will kill you instantly.
Danny Petrozzo.
Yu a liad, man.
Half eediat, beast.
I've been trying to call you.
I am scared out of my mind.
I'm here now.
I'm being followed.
You don't understand.
I'm not safe and nor are you.
Sorry.
Just leave me alone! Oi! Do you hear me? Just leave me alone! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! I don't know where he is! I don't know where the hell he is! Mr Petrozzo was in reasonably good health.
However, death was rapid.
It was like a switch had been flicked off.
Pulmonary oedema, renal failure, cardiac arrest - the poor man's whole body just shut down.
So, overdose? The build-up of fluid in the lung is typical with overdose victims, yes.
Blood toxicology revealed the synthetic opiate, Fentanyl.
That's caused by the patch over his mouth, yeah? No, I shouldn't think so.
That is designed for slow release.
This was a swift and massive overdose.
There is a needle mark underneath the hairline, and that's your smoking gun.
So what's the point of the patch? I just present the facts, DI Travis.
It's your job to interpret them.
OK, point taken.
Um What do you think? Um To muffle the sound of his dying? There's bruising around the mouth.
Or your killer had the blackest of humours.
I've sent the brain for examination and I will have a clearer picture when I've had time to finish my report.
OK, thanks, Veronica.
You'll need these - the victim's possessions.
Keep us posted, OK? I certainly will, James.
I was doing some research.
18 months ago, a stash of pure Fentanyl was stolen from a laboratory in Miami.
It was worth nearly 30 million quid.
We're not in Miami, Travis.
A suspected Colombian job, right? None of it's been recovered.
So you reckon those guys have come all the way from Columbia to set up shop in some filthy squat in the Warren Estate? Yeah, maybe.
If it's as rare as Power reckons There was one broken vial, Travis.
I've been doing some checking as well.
You know they had a load of thefts from A&E departments in the UK last year? Any news about that 4x4? (PHONE RINGS) Forensics are combing it now.
Speak of the devil.
Hello, Pete.
I was just talking about you.
'Hi, Anna.
We've found some blood.
' It can't be Danny Petrozzo's blood.
There's not a mark on him.
Could it be Frank Brandon? We haven't checked yet.
We're a bit backed up here at the moment.
We're still working on your rogue third bullet, before you ask.
All this mud here - caked in the stuff, clay like.
It doesn't exactly look local to Hackney, if you know what I mean.
Nice set of prints here.
Probably belonging to whoever closed the door on the dead body.
Can you get a name for me? As soon as I have it, Anna, it's yours.
Pete, have you told DCI Lewis all of this? No, I haven't.
Will you pass it on? Hm I think it might be better if you tell him.
Sure.
No problem.
Anna, did you get my text? About dinner? No.
No, I didn't.
Oh, it wasn't for tonight, was it? Well Oh, my phone's been playing up a lot lately.
I see.
You should get that fixed.
Yeah, sorry.
Yeah, me too.
You did this.
No, man, that's nasty.
Not me.
You were picked up with the gun still on you, you idiot! Detective, please! You do not have a hope in hell of walking away from this! So stop bullshitting! Your filthy prints are all over it, you little prick! You shot him in the face! Look at him! Mike! Squeak, squeak, little piggy.
Can we have five minutes? Your man pretty wound up tight.
I've been looking through this.
Danny Petrozzo's diary.
It's got Frank Brandon's pick-up marked.
It's the last entry.
Godot.
What do you think that means? Someone he was waiting for? I think you'd better get in there.
Why, what's wrong? You need to protect your DCI before he does something stupid.
Right.
Thanks, Sam.
(ALARM BLARES) Not again! Langton and that ruddy smoke alarm! Where's my screwdriver? Nice! Nice! Sit right here, kitty cat.
You left a witness in the squat.
Danny Petrozzo.
Desperate, you're desperate.
Me and Danny tight, man.
Yeah, so you drove away in the 4x4.
Me not drive none of that shit.
What you drive, eh? I bet you drive a G-Wiz, don't? (CHUCKLES) We found your friend Danny Petrozzo exactly where you left him, in the boot of the car.
Wait.
Wait.
Don't you say another word, Silas.
You hear me? First Frank Brandon, then Danny Petrozzo.
You, earn some money, yeah? Do you have any evidence linking my client to the car? Or to the murder of Mr Petrozzo at all? We have a witness who places your client in the squat the night of the shooting.
Petrozzo was there.
He'd seen you shoot Brandon, you had to tidy that up.
No.
Yeah, you had to kill him.
No, no, that's not what happened.
What happened, then? Who was there, Silas? Who killed your friend? We have you for shooting Brandon.
You're going down anyway.
But you cooperate with us now, help us find out who did this, and it won't go unnoticed at your trial.
(WHISPERS) Give it up, Silas.
Come on, you were set up, right? Not like you to go into one of your dives in person.
You've got your foot soldiers to handle the small shit.
This was something else, yeah? Did Petrozzo arrange something that was of interest? How much was it worth? I never had nothing to do with taking out Danny.
He was always scoring from me.
For his customers.
Brown, crack - regular, right? Couple of months ago, Danny come to me and say he get wind of something big.
He meet somebody that want to deal it fast.
And we could make a bag of money.
(RAP MUSIC) Ta.
There you go.
See you next time, son.
(SNIFFS) He got hold of some drug, dead pure.
Fentanyl.
This is just the start of it.
I said I don't trust nobody who wanted big cash.
I asked for a meeting so I could meet him.
We can clean up a fortune.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Right, that's him.
No, it's OK.
Danny, it's me, Frank.
I was fucking wired, man, I just freaked! You saw Frank Brandon, you recognised him.
You knew he was ex-police.
Of course I knew him! I did five years down to him.
I thought it was a set-up.
I just panic.
He wasn't there to arrest you, Silas.
He'd been retired.
What was he doing there? I don't know! You didn't stop to ask him.
Him should not come knocking.
So you're saying Petrozzo was alive when you left.
Shit, yes! If you didn't kill Danny, Silas, who did? Who was the man with Brandon, Silas? I didn't see him! Did Petrozzo mention a name for the guy offloading the gear? I never hung around for shaking him by the hand! (WHISPERS) You get what you want from me, but I don't grass up.
The surname of your ex-husband? Collingwood.
I'm sorry, Pete, er Anna's a bit busy at the moment.
We do have other detectives here might be able to help.
Right.
Yeah.
Yeah, OK, brilliant.
Yes.
OK, I'll give the message.
Pull up Julius D'Anton, Joan! Julius D'Anton? Yeah.
D'Anton? Mean anything? D'Anton? You know him? Yeah.
Yeah, a bit of possession, a bit of supply.
Small time, though.
Why? What's he been up to? His prints are all over Danny Petrozzo's 4x4.
Got him.
Here he is.
Yeah, that's him.
Julius D'Anton.
Privately educated, father's a judge.
Joan, can you get onto tracing him, please? Will do.
Excuse me.
He's a bit of a joke, to be honest, Anna.
D'Anton won't even know what he's dealing with.
We've got some halfwit trying to flood the streets with Fentanyl, dealers cutting it in lethal doses.
D'Anton couldn't organise something on this scale.
But could he be the guy who went to the drug squat with Brandon? If he was injured during the shooting, he might be lying low.
Yeah.
But we've got to find him before he starts dealing it.
If we don't, the consequences will be deadly.
Hang on a minute.
Does the name Alexander Fitzpatrick mean anything to you? Yeah, big time.
How? Well, in the '80s, Miami and the coke trade was owned by Fitzpatrick.
If you did a line back then, chances are it came from him.
Suspected of dealing with Colombian drug cartels, wanted in connection with a shooting in 1981.
Says the photo was taken in 1982.
Upper middle class English gentleman taking on the Colombians.
And winning.
He was ruthless.
Even by their standards.
You reckon he's still alive? No one's seen him for 20 years.
Could be dead.
I gotta be off.
Right.
Thanks, Sam.
Cheers.
This is your son William.
Is that his father? Sam? Sam! Yeah? Could you erdo something for me? Go on.
Do you have any friends in the FBI? I might have.
Any more details you can get on Fitzpatrick, I'd really appreciate it.
I could see what I can do.
You feel like a drink? I mean, we could talk about it then.
Erno.
I'd better go back and trace D'Anton.
But thanks.
Another time then, yeah? Is there anyone in this investigation NOT coming onto you? Oh, for goodness' sake! There's something I want to run by you.
Do it on the run - I've got a bloody press conference.
I may be onto something.
It might be really stupid and completely irrelevant.
It's just this hunch I've got about Julia Brandon's ex-husband.
Do you know of Alexander Fitzpatrick? The drug dealer? That Alexander Fitzpatrick? You know him? Yeah, well, I know the stories and I read the book.
Surprised you haven't.
Well, he's English though, right? Yes, he jumped trial here.
They called him The Ghost.
Moved wherever he wanted, never got caught.
Still hasn't been.
Look at his aliases.
Aaron Cambourne, Anthony Collingwood, Andrew What am I looking for? Remember, I told you.
That's the ex-husband.
On the list of the 10 Most Wanted, Fitzpatrick's aliases are listed Anthony Collingwood is one of them.
We can't trace anything on this Anthony Collingwood.
There's no birth certificate, no wedding certificate, no National Insurance number, nothing.
Just because you can't trace a birth certificate doesn't mean he's America's Most Wanted.
Out you get.
The photograph I saw in her flat of her ex-husband is him, 25 years on.
I'm pretty sure of it.
Do you think that Frank Brandon was the love of her life? OK, I've got some time for this.
Despite myself, I've got time for it.
Don't make me regret saying that.
Once I get shot of this press junket, it's time to get tough on Julia Brandon.
I'll meet you there in an hour.
Oh, come on, Paul! He can't be that hard to find with a name like Julius D'Anton.
He's either killed Petrozzo or knows who has, so pull your finger out and bring him in! Hey! I didn't get a look at their faces.
JULIA: Of course they know who you are! They were here! (DOOR SLAMS) How stupid are you?! Don't put all the blame on me, Julia! I need more time! We don't have any fucking time! You left your door open.
Don't you need to make an appointment or something? That can defeat the purpose sometimes.
What's happened here? It's private.
A disagreement, that's all.
A disagreement? You've been assaulted.
Did he do this to you? No! Oh, so that's why you hired Frank Brandon - for protection.
I didn't hire him.
I married him.
Oh, yes, of course.
You fell in love.
There's nothing illegal about falling in love, you know.
It's nothing.
It's not what it looks like.
Well, I saw those two guys.
Why did they do this to you? I fell down the stairs.
So now just leave me alone.
Your previous husband was Anthony Collingwood.
Correct? When did you last see him? I don't know.
Maybe 10, 12 years ago.
Where is he living now? America.
I'm not sure.
Miami? I don't know.
How did he make his money? He never discussed business with me.
Is this your ex-husband, Mrs Brandon? (CHUCKLES) Are you serious? The FBI's Most Wanted?! Narcotics distribution?! She wasn't married to a drugs dealer, for crying out loud! Anthony was a property developer.
I make the decisions.
It's what I want.
Did you know him well, Mr Rushton? That's not him.
When I was here last, there was a photograph of Mr Collingwood.
What of it? Well, can we see it? No.
I don't have it.
You have a sister who lives in Buckinghamshire, near Marlow.
Is that correct? Helga Nolan? You will.
You will! (SPEAKS SWEDISH) I wouldn't know.
She might be there.
(RINGS) (RINGS) (ANSWERPHONE PICKS UP) MAN: Julia.
Julia! Julia! Pick up the fucking phone! Look, I'm sorry, I think I'm gonna be sick.
BAROLLI: Caller left a message? Yeah, but I couldn't trace it.
He just kept saying her name over and over and then she threw up.
Yes! Yes! Got him! Sorry.
Sorry.
Julius D'Anton.
The guy's whose fingerprints were all over the 4x4.
Well, he's changed addresses more times than I've had hot dinners, but it turns out he's married.
I've got an address for a Sadie D'Anton, Islington.
Anyone home? Sadie! Sorry about the mess.
Still moving in.
Yes, it was a little tricky to find you.
Actually, it's your husband that we've come to see.
Is he here? No, I haven't seen him for a week or so.
Jules dabbles in antiques.
He's always gadding off to fairs and second-hand shops.
He has a lock-up full of junk that he thinks will turn out suddenly to be worth a fortune.
I always seem to end up paying for it, though.
Does he drive? He has an old post office van he used to move his stuff.
Do you know this man - Danny Petrozzo? Erno.
What about him - Silas Roach? No! You haven't seen your husband with these men or heard him talk of them? No.
Sorry.
Um I've learnt to keep Jules at arm's length, if you know what I mean.
What about Anthony Collingwood? (GIGGLES) No.
No.
No, not him either.
What about this man - Alexander Fitzpatrick? I don't (LAUGHS) What is all this about? This is a very serious matter.
Look, we just need to speak to your husband.
He can help us with our enquiries, that's all.
Is this antiques auction something your husband would go to? He may have, I don't know.
Probably, yes.
Can I take it? Yes, of course.
Look, I just want you to know that, for all his faults, Jules is a really sweet guy.
Naivemaybe Well, if you manage to make contact just do let us know.
It's in everyone's best interest.
Thank you.
What planet is she on? It's all right, they've gone.
Oh, Jules, what have you done this time? I've been thinking.
Fitzpatrick's been dormant too long.
Why would he suddenly come out of hiding? Why would he risk it? Money.
No.
He's made loads of it.
Millions.
Perhaps for his son.
We are presuming he's even still alive, you know? To be at the top of that game you either kill or be killed.
Oh, this flyer for Bourne End .
.
you pinned on the board.
Found that at D'Anton's house, yeah? What's the connection? Julia Brandon's sister lives really near there.
Helga Nolan.
I want to interview her in the morning.
You can drive.
But it's Saturday.
I'll buy us lunch.
Get us some mustard, will you? SAT NAV: In 500 yards, turn right.
TRAVIS: Oh, shut up.
Look, I don't think this place is on the map.
No, just keep going.
There should be a fork coming up.
SAT NAV: In 200 yards, turn right.
Yeah, there it is.
No.
We went left before.
No, you took the right.
The left's the right one.
Mind the ditch! Jesus Christ! SAT NAV: Turn right.
SAT NAV: Recalculating.
Go back.
I'm not going back.
I'm not gonna reverse.
That's it, that's the farm.
Hey, there! Won't be a minute.
(LOCKS DOOR) Hey.
I'm Helga Nolan.
DI Travis.
And this is James Langton, Detective Chief Superintendant.
Very formal! Well, come inside.
I'll make us some tea.
Good timing, actually.
I was just about to take scones out of the oven, then I heard a squawk and I ran to check the chickens.
Those bastard foxes still manage to get in, sometimes in broad daylight.
Oh, I spoke to PC Daley about the community project just yesterday.
I didn't think you would be here so soon.
We're from the Metropolitan Police.
Oh.
Oh, you will have some, won't you? Yes.
Thank you.
We've been speaking with your sister.
My sister? Julia.
I know my sister's name, Detective.
It's regarding her husband.
My sister isn't married, she's divorced.
Well, she remarried, actually.
And I'm afraid to tell you that he's been murdered.
Murdered? His name was Frank Brandon.
You never met him? No.
No.
No, I hadn't.
Do you take milk and sugar? Eryes, please.
Oh there's no point in hiding the fact that we don't exactly get on, Julia and I.
Not that we don't love each other.
Of course we do, deep down.
It's just that we have very different outlooks on life.
Well, you met my sister.
You can see for yourself how different we are.
This is my homemade plum.
Oh! Have you ever heard of this man - Alexander Fitzpatrick? I don't think so.
What can you tell me about her ex-husband - Anthony Collingwood? Aah! Can I help you? No, it's hot, obviously.
What about her ex-husband? I know she cared about him.
Or rather she liked the lifestyle he provided for her.
He was very wealthy, apparently.
Do you know how they met? I have no idea, sweetie.
As I said, we were and are very different creatures.
I can't stand it in London and she hates it here.
Mmthese are delicious.
Ohplease, try my jam.
It's a wonderful spot here.
Very hard to find.
We don't get many ramblers, thank god.
I mean, if you didn't actually know where the place was, you'd never find it.
Mm-hm.
Do you own it or rent? Actually, it belongs to my husband's mother.
And it needs a lot of work.
Oh.
And we do rent out some of the fields to local farmers.
Must be worth a bob or two.
Possibly.
Does your husband work on the farm? Ha! Damian? Oh, no.
He's a Professor of Biochemistry at Oxford.
What time will he be home? Well, it depends.
Sometimes his lectures can run on quite late, so he stays over with friends.
Have you ever seen or heard of this man - Daniel Petrozzo? No.
What about him? Julius D'Anton.
Afraid not.
Sorry, should I? Sorry, I have a phone call.
Do you mind if I take it? Of course not.
So you haven't seen either of them in town or around the farm? I'm fully aware of who's on my land and who's not and I've never seen either of them.
Yes, OK.
Yeah, that's great.
Thanks very much.
(LANGTON AND HELGA CHAT IN KITCHEN) HELGA: Oh, yes, I know the exact spot.
In winter, it's even worse Well! Intruders aren't what they used to be.
Hello, I'm Damian Nolan.
With whom do I have the pleasure? Sorry? I live here.
What's your name? Anna.
Um Detective Inspector Anna Travis.
I won't tell, Detective.
Sorry.
It's all rather intriguing.
Of course, very sad to hear about Julia's husband.
So you never met Mr Brandon either? Oh, good heavens, no.
I'm sure Helga's told you that our familial relationship with Julia is merely a notional one.
Have you been to London recently, Mr Nolan? As a matter of fact, I have.
I'm on a book tour.
Here.
A copy for you, Detective.
Biotransfers in Organic Chemistry.
You'll enjoy that, Travis (!) DCS Langton.
Not exactly holiday reading, is it? Even biochemists go on holiday.
Do you know this man? Alexander Fitzpatrick.
Do you know who DI Travis is referring to, Mr Nolan? Umyes, the drug chap.
Alexander Fitzpatrick.
Do you know him? Do I know him? Do I know him? Well, I know OF him, of course.
Anyone of my generation would be somewhat aware of who he was.
But you never met him, did you? No.
He's the stuff of urban myth, isn't he, Detective? A sort of Howard Marks character.
Though, if memory serves me, Howard Marks was caught.
Fitzpatrick wasn't.
He escaped during his trial, didn't he? Mm-hm.
So eryou never saw Julia with him? No.
Julia wouldn't have the faintest idea who he is.
Or rather was.
Well, I don't think we have much more to tell you, so Well, thank you both for your time.
May I just get my bag? Thank you.
Call again if you need anything.
And don't forget your book, Anna.
Well, thank you very much.
Nice couple.
Yeah.
Too nice.
Should have got him to sign that book for you, sell it on eBay.
All this mud here.
Caked in the stuff, clay like.
It doesn't exactly look local to Hackney.
Came all the way out here for some mud, did we? Yeah.
That and some hot scones.
I know this is gonna sound like I'm obsessed, but I thought he was Fitzpatrick for a second.
Why did you think that? I don't know, it was just a feeling.
25 years on, who knows what he'd look like? He gave me heart failure when he walked in on me.
She could make mine flutter.
Yeah, well, I reckon she's a lot older than her sister.
Hey, look at that! That's an old post office van.
Julius D'Anton's wife said that he had an old post office van.
Go on, then.
If he's in it, give me a shout.
And mind the nettles.
(PHONE RINGS) Sam, did you get the results from the FBI yet? Ow! (LANGTON LAUGHS) Ow! It's empty! That's fine, Jess.
Thank you.
You can take off now.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend.
(LIFT BELL DINGS) (OPERA MUSIC PLAYS) (CLATTER) Hello? (SQUEAKING) (TROLLEY SQUEAKS) (DOOR OPENS) Hello, David.
(WINCES) (KNOCKS ON DOOR) LANGTON: Come in! Right, well, I'm off home.
I found some camomile lotion, but bloody nettles! Look at my legs! Be my pleasure.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Wait till you hear this.
Sam here has been checking on a contact in the FBI.
12 months ago, outside Miami, a drunk driver goes clean through a red light.
Smacks into the back of another car.
Bang.
Squad car pulls up The other driver refuses an ambulance.
He gives his name as Andrew Ferguson.
Wait, why does that name ring a bell? Also known as Don't tease me.
Alexander Fitzpatrick.
No way! Oh, yes.
He's sitting in his car, gets breathalysed, hands over his licence, very polite and accommodating.
They run his licence roadside and discover it's a fake.
It's just two regular cops who've got one drunk driver and now they're suspicious of the other guy.
But just as they approach, Fitzpatrick roars off.
They don't exactly like to brag about it, if you know what I mean.
Yeah, but when he blew into the tube, he left some saliva.
Drew up a DNA profile.
Oh, I don't believe it.
Now, this is the best bit.
That DNA profile is still on file.
Well, what does that mean? Fitzpatrick's DNA! They still have it in Virginia.
We can match it against the blood in Petrozzo's car.
So, they are sending it over.
Thank youand good night.
Unless you're free for a drink, Anna.
Erno, thanks.
Thank you.
See ya.
Night, Sam.
So what, they're just er they're sending it over, just like that? Well, no, not just like that.
I'm not bloody Tommy Cooper.
But erwhen it comes, we can get your boyfriend in forensics to compare it and then, heaven forbid, you might be proved right.
Yeah, or wrong.
Oh, come on! That's not the attitude.
Anna, listen to your instinct.
You're your father's daughter.
You're a detective in your bones.
Now, thathunch of yours about Fitzpatrick, don't let it go so easily.
What do you mean? Nothing is ever as it seems.
There's no such thing as normal.
If something looks perfect, you need to scratch beneath the surface.
People rarely say what they truly think.
Or feel.
(PHONE RINGS) (PHONE RINGS) What is it, Mike? DCS Langton.
He's in here.
Security found him.
(ON ANSWERPHONE) JULIA: David, it's me again.
Would you call me back? (HANGS UP) David, it's important! I really need to speak to you.
Well, he obviously didn't.
Do we know when he was last seen alive? His secretary left at five.
Didn't see anything unusual or suspicious.
This hunch you've got about Fitzgerald's involvement Fitzpatrick.
Fitzpatrick.
His name's Alexander Fitzpatrick.
I've got nothing yet to prove he's involved, but I'm hoping Pete's gonna help me out with that.
Have we had that DNA profile back yet? Yes, I did.
From the FBI, no less.
Well, is it a match to the blood swipe from the 4x4? Give me time! I just got called out for this! That's not gonna be any use to us, but there are more cameras in the corridors and the front entrance.
Well, we should get it checked out for prints, though.
Why? It's turned to face the wall.
(SIGHS) Yeah, get the footage sent over to the Incident Room ASAP.
(PHONE BEEPS) Langton's bringing in Julia Brandon.
Right, well, I'll see you over there, then.
Actually, no.
There's somewhere something I've got to do, so JOAN: No, you've got the wrong department.
No.
Three dead.
Frank Brandon, Danny Petrozzo and now er David Rushton.
The body count's mounting.
And then we've got Julius D'Anton still missing.
Joan, is there an update on Julius D'Anton yet? The TV appeal went out again last night but there's no trace so far.
Could you please repeat the name and All of them linked by Fentanyl - either dead by it or dealing it.
Travis, I want you with me for Julia Brandon.
Have we had the CCTV from Rushton's office yet? No.
Where the hell is it? A woman on the phone saw D'Anton last night, a pub in Kilburn.
Right, let me speak to her.
Travis! Er All right, just get the information and don't forget to tell Mike.
Right.
Has anyone seen him? So, you were married to Anthony Collingwood.
Tell me about him.
We're divorced.
There's nothing to tell.
(THEY SPEAK IN SWEDISH) I haven't seen him for years and I have no idea where he is.
Where did you get married? On board his yacht.
And you had a happy life with him? I had a fantastic life with him.
Houses around the world - St Lucia, Monaco, Manhattan.
Private planes, yachts The life that people dream of.
(RAPS KNUCKLES ON TABLE) Sorry.
Um What was Mr Rushton's part in all of this? Well, Anthony advised me to stay with him after the divorce.
He looks after all our well, all MY finances.
Anything I need, he arranges it.
Basically, all I really need is my PIN number.
David Rushton's body was discovered in his office on Saturday.
(GASPS) Oh, my god! (JULIA HYPERVENTILATES) Your second husband of just a few months .
.
his boss, and your trusted financial advisor.
I had nothing to do with their deaths.
II wasn't involved.
Look at this photograph.
You know who this is.
Alexander Fitzpatrick.
So where is he? I don't know.
You were married to one of the biggest drug dealers that the world has ever known and you're telling me you don't know about it.
I swear on my son's life, I didn't know how he made his money.
David handledeverything.
He handled his finances, school fees, he handled me - whatever I wanted.
I just went along with it.
I did whatever I was told to do.
What did he tell you to do, Julia? (ASKS QUESTION IN SWEDISH) Ja.
I'd like to speak with Mrs Brandon in private.
There are no charges against my client.
She's here assisting your enquiries.
You ARE involved here.
That much is clear.
You've already had one warning from your Colombian visitors, who are obviously here looking for Fitzpatrick.
David Rushton couldn't protect you, could you? He's dead.
You could be next.
You would be safer telling us the truth.
'I only need my PIN number'! The reality is, we've got no evidence against her and her solicitor knows it.
I've got something for you to see.
At last.
Run a few rings round her.
She's got more to tell us.
So what's been the hold-up with all this? There's a digital transfer problem.
Great (!) What the hell are you doing down here? The Incident Room was packed.
I needed the cable leads.
Go on.
This is the camera from the main entrance to Rushton's office.
Get on with it, Paul.
It's an old system so the quality's not great.
Terrific.
OK, this is Rushton's secretary leaving.
Then nothing for a bit.
It goes on like this for a while.
A lot of empty footage.
Is that it? No, wait.
And .
.
here he comes.
OK.
This is useless, Paul.
We can't see his bloody face.
Wait, wait.
Um OK, and in a moment we pick him up again inside Rushton's office.
Are you married, Paul? No.
Got a girlfriend? Nope.
Why? You want a date? You might get one if you start using deodorant.
And in he comes.
We switch to the office camera Come on, turn around.
Yes! He's turned the bloody camera! Forensics found finger marks left in the dust of the camera but not a single identifiable print.
How is that possible? He wasn't wearing gloves.
Take it back to where he turns to the camera.
Hold it there.
Is that him? Is that Fitzpatrick? He's trying to flood this country with drugs, never mind killing anyone who stands in his way! You will never catch him.
He's been 10 steps ahead of you the whole time.
He's got the bloody Fentanyl! (GROANS) Take it easy! Where are the bloody drugs? What the hell are you doing? Stopping you from killing yourself! Police! Stay where you are! I want to tell the truth.
I don't want any of this leaving this room.
Is that understood?