Murphy's Law (2003) s03e03 Episode Script

You'll be going deeper than before.
You'll need a good cover.
Yee-hah, take me to Missouri.
We've never managed to get anyone even remotely close to Callard.
Are you up for it? Yes, sir.
So, do we have a deal? Yeah, we have a deal.
You promised me clean! You said efficient! What's the problem? You only have to pay Frankie off.
Strangle him.
He believes you are an armourer and a contract killer and fearless.
Nothing on tape.
My compliments to the forger.
The price is 10% of face value.
9.
5 or forget it.
Consider it forgotten.
Listen, I need to punt them out at 10.
Let me have them for 9.
6.
I can't do higher than that.
It's 10.
It's non-negotiable.
Non-what? You heard.
Isn't there a discount for volume? What are we talking? I'm looking for two hundred and fifty grand's worth.
I'll let you have them for 9.
7.
9.
65.
A deal.
So you owe me? Oh, yeah, right.
Feel free to use your fingers.
Got a calculator? ã24,125 sterling.
Very impressive.
Just simple arithmetic.
Ah, for you maybe.
So how did I do? You did OK.
Er, remember the reverse side of the note.
Tilt and look for the brilliance of the colour shifting ink.
Right.
Did you notice the watermark? I did.
They're the best notes I've ever seen.
Better than the Prague fifty.
Well, Callard sounded very keen.
It's not like him to make the call personally.
Let's do it.
OK.
Let's go.
So how long have you been here? Er, six months, two weeks and three days.
I know that feeling.
Interesting design.
Yeah, it's built to get coffins out.
Truly.
Doors closing.
Oh, bollocks.
Oi, Mickey, don't even think about it, you poxy streak of piss! I see you speak the local lingo.
Like a native.
Nice looking bunch of lads.
That's White Mickey Williams.
There's a black Mickey Williams? Yes.
Bet he's delighted about that.
What are they into? Crack dealing, thieving, protection.
Bit of smashing hands with hammers, raping girlfriends.
Thanks for looking after my car, boys.
You can do better than him, babe.
Maybe.
When I've had my boob job.
Do we know why Callard's after moody Euros? No.
The sums involved? I'm hoping to find out.
CAMERA CLICKS AND WHIRRS You're not allowed on the site without authorisation.
Mr Callard.
I'm sure you remember me.
Mr Murphy.
You're not allowed on this site without a hard hat and boots.
Health and Safety.
Two concepts which are important to you.
Is there somewhere we can talk? I'm very busy right now.
You really need to make an appointment.
I might be able to get hold of that stationery you were looking for.
You know, the paperwork.
Aren't you going to introduce me to your associate? This is Miss Calder.
She's something of an expert and has connections with a very reliable supplier.
Five minutes.
Nice to see you.
How've you been? Fit and well.
Aren't you going to introduce me to your delightful companion? No.
So what's going on? I've, er, I've got a sample if you're interested.
Get your feet off the desk.
Bit of a Paddy of all trades.
Finger in every pie.
Haven't you got something to do? Not really.
Then go and do nothing somewhere else.
Show it to this man.
'He'll be expecting you.
' 'If he likes what he sees,' you might be in business.
Thanks.
He's sending us to see Barry Levine.
Barry the Bitch? The same.
Mr Levine? I'm Murphy.
I think you might be expecting me.
What do you make of this? You recognise the subject matter? Big horsy man carries off naked lady.
The big horsey man is a centaur.
It's Nessus and Deianeira, attributed to Tempesta.
For my money it's a forgery.
An excellent one, possibly Eric Hebborn, but a fake.
And how would you catalogue it? Tempesta, no question.
Well, now perhaps you'd, er, like to look at this.
Is this note from Northern Ireland? No.
It's local.
Who? Can't tell you.
It's not bad.
Oh, it's a little better than that.
If the whole batch is this quality, I might place an order on Mr Callard's behalf.
10%.
While you're paying 9.
5, I suppose? None of your business.
0.
5% for a middle man? A middle man and a middle woman.
It's not much given the risk involved.
OK.
We'll take ã750,000 worth.
Too big an order? No, not at all.
The Euro stands at 1.
4621 today, which means 1,069,575 Euros.
Rounded up that's 10,696 100 Euro notes.
Wouldn't it be easier to carry a calculator instead of trailing that around after you? I can see why they call you a bitch.
The Bitch, if you don't mind.
The notes need to be ready in 24 hours.
Why the rush? As if I'm going to tell you.
That one's still wet.
You are one fat bastard.
Oh, thank you(!) A healthy appetite.
So, he wants 750 grand's worth by tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Put a surveillance team on Levine.
MOBILE RINGS 'Jill?' I can't really talk right now.
Strictly professional.
Don't call me on this number.
Just like the family liaison officer.
Look, I'll ring you later.
Shut up and piss off.
Right.
So how did you get into this? I went in the local bookies when I first came here.
Lot of counterfeit notes being passed there.
Victor was the main culprit.
I fenced a few things through his shop.
He took a shine to me and offered me a job as a courier.
Slowly but surely, I've been accepted as a local girl who's good at it.
There he is.
So you think the print address is somewhere around here? Yeah.
But I haven't been able to work out where.
There's so many warehouses, archways.
So many businesses like the rag trade, all using heavy industrial equipment.
And I couldn't risk following Victor to a meet, so just have to be patient.
You think a deal this size might give you some time with Jimmy the Print? Yeah, get me to the press at last.
It's what I need to take out the whole operation.
Part of me will be sad to see Victor get nicked.
I've grown quite fond of him really.
Here we go.
How is he with new faces? Like a bulldog.
Watch the missusshe's psychic.
Perfect.
Victorthis is Tommy Murphy.
He's looking to do business.
That smells good.
Murph's an old mate.
He's sound.
What sort of business? I want Euros.
A lot of Euros.
Well, how much is a lot? 750 grand's worth.
By tomorrow.
I'm working with someone whose name you might know.
What, and strike fear into my heart? Quite possibly.
He's prepared to buy from me at 10% of face value.
If you can get the notes at 9.
5, then we can spread a profit three ways.
Three ways? Two ways.
Half a point for me.
Quarter each for you.
Not worth the risk.
My friend will do the maths.
Buying at 9.
5 would be 71,250.
That leaves us 3,750.
Split three ways, that's 1,250 each.
Your way it's 1,875 to you, 937.
5 each for us.
It's barely a hangover.
Can't do it.
What do you reckon? He's a Scorpio.
They want power.
They're proud.
Self-reliant.
Actually I'm on the cusp of Sagittarius.
Oh, he's sensitive too.
He's dark.
Strong-willed.
This is all very fascinating Shut up.
He's got a lot of bottle.
You can trust him.
Listen to your wife.
She sees things, she knows things.
You're a survivor.
But you must learn to cultivate forgiveness.
You understand that? Yeah.
Three ways it is, then.
I'll give Jill your notes.
Christ.
I know.
I thought you were joking.
I just wanted to see what would happen.
Victor is the seventh son of the seventh son.
That's why she's with him.
I thought it was his matinee idol charm.
You take care, Jill.
He worries about me.
It's been a good day.
Aye.
It's nice having someone to work with.
Get a bit stir-crazy sometimes.
How often do you see your cover officer? Oh, he's on another job.
He's what? It was supposed to be a quick in and out drug deal, but it's dragged on.
He's no bloody good anyway.
Well, you'll have to ask for another one.
You have to have a good cover officer.
What's yours like? He's the best.
How's your safe house? Do you know what I miss? Having my own things around me.
My own clothes.
What about you? Got somewhere to go? No.
Well, how do you keep sane? I've no idea.
There must be something.
No, what I mean is there must be something special.
Well, there's not.
You know, my my idea of the ultimate luxury is to be able to move all my worldly goods in one taxi.
Don't look at me like that.
You must never tell anyone about this.
"Pippi Longstocking.
"To Jilly from Daddy, happy 10th birthday.
" Ah, sweet.
Doesn't really fit the tough streetwise image, does it? So .
.
what's your equivalent? There isn't one.
My strongbox is empty.
We do a stupid job.
I'd better go home.
Eat your food.
So everything's set for tomorrow, right? Yeah.
Do the deal, get out, pick up Callard.
Catch the bastard red-handed with 750 grand of moody money.
It's not murder, though, is it? So, how's it going with the lovely Jill? Well, romantic piss-stinking locations, chicken tikka masala.
Introducing each other to our nearest and dearest scumbags and psychos.
She's great actually.
Just another everyday tale of boy meets girl while pretending to be somebody else.
I remember it well.
I remember that informant you were shagging.
The aerobics instructor? She was fit, man.
Fit? I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
It wasn't my fault, m'lud.
It was all in the line of duty.
I suppose that coke she was dealing in was talcum powder to help her get her lycra on and off, eh? Well, m'lud, the role of undercover sometimes goes deeper than what might be seen as routine police work.
Do you know Jill's cover officer? Attwell? She's not happy with him.
Not entirely surprised.
Not the greatest reputation in the world.
Pot, kettle, black.
You've got to have a good cover officer.
She's a good cop.
She can look after herself.
I know.
When did you get to be such an old woman? I learnt from the best.
Leave the worrying to me.
That's my job.
You just get in with the heroic stuff.
Yeah.
I'll give you a call when the deal is done.
See you later.
You're a fat bastard.
I know.
So where's this tart of yours? Your misogyny reflects very badly upon you, Caz.
You know that, don't you? I can only imagine that your father treated your mother with scant regard.
I told you 24 hours.
She'll be here.
You'd better get out there and sort it out.
And you, take care of that money.
RINGS DOORBELL This is starting to stink.
No-one's been set up.
She'll be there to do the deal.
PHONE RINGS What the hell are you doing?! Muppet! Paul? 'Murph? What's going on?' I'm at Jill's.
You know the address.
'I'm on my way.
' No, wait.
She's She's She's been murdered.
'Christ! 'Murphy?' Make the call.
She was attacked in the hallway then dragged into the main room.
Thrown against the wall.
She slipped down.
She was still sitting up when the first blow landed on her head.
Delivered right-handed to the left side of the head.
She fell sideways down onto her right.
Was beaten to death on the floor.
Murder weapon? No sign.
Blunt object.
Jesus, Murphy.
This is bad.
Miller was with me.
So word will have already got out, then? Well, Callard'll know, that's for sure.
Do you think her cover was blown? I don't know.
All her rings and jewellery had been taken off her.
Any sign of forced entry? No.
So someone she knew? It was a frenzied attack, Paul.
It was vicious.
No sign of her defending herself.
No broken nails, or She was cold.
I reckon she'd been dead twelve hours.
He must have walked in as I walked out.
I'll call Rees.
Yeah.
Then we'd better get your clothes bagged up for forensics.
DI Thorpe.
Sir? I need a word.
Have you identified her yet? Can't be certain, but judging from utility bills and such, she seems to be one Jill Calder.
Moved here about six months ago.
She's one of ours.
What? Working undercover.
You're certain? Keep it, please, to yourself for the time being.
We're just about to remove the body.
Go ahead.
Let's get the postmortem under way.
We'll talk again at the mortuary.
What are those bruises? She's black and blue.
Bruises take time to develop.
They don't come from last night.
Murph.
I need to talk to you.
Murphy, Allison, DI Thorpe, MIT.
He's handling the investigation.
This is DS Atwell, Jill's cover officer.
Nice work, mate(!) What? Glad you were there for her.
That's not helping, Murphy.
Have you checked the surveillance on her flat? It was faulty.
Did she report it? It was going to be done today.
Christ almighty.
Her cover might have been blown.
We don't know that.
Well, you've got to get me back in there.
Oh, Christ, Murph.
I can find out if they knew she was a cop.
Keep her real identity secret.
This isn't just about you.
What? A police officer's been murdered.
This is national headline stuff.
Oh.
What family did she have? There's a mother and, er, her fiance.
What fiance? Jill was engaged to be married.
Bollocks! How long have you known her? What, a day? Two? You weren't there for her! I've known her for two years.
You didn't look for her.
You were in the flat.
Leave the door open? You should have watched her back! Prick! Come on.
You want some? Get off me! Enough! Both of you! Paul, go after him.
Give us a moment, Atwell.
Murphy's under a lot of pressure.
We all are.
I've seen his sort before, sir.
An adrenalin-junkie arsehole.
With all due respect.
No doubt you have a point.
Let's you and me be calm and reasonable.
We'll talk to the family first, and make a decision then.
Murphy.
Get this straight.
Your priority is Callard, and once he's heard Jill's dead he won't want you anywhere near.
Callard needs me.
He's got some sort of major operation going down.
He needs the notes.
They have to be top quality.
He doesn't know Jimmy the Print, or he go to him.
You don't know him either.
I'm close, though.
We've got to run with this.
It's all we've got.
How would you play it? Front him.
Tell him Jill was killed by some crack-crazy shithead.
It's all very sad, but the deal's still on.
It'll be a while before the forensic evidence is processed.
I'll try to buy us 48 hours.
Do nothing until you hear from me.
I'm sorry I lost it in there, guv.
I know.
Richard Bolton? Yeah.
I wonder if we can step inside.
Yeah.
I haven't seen her for nearly two weeks.
Have you spoken? She phoned the night before last.
At what time? Er, I got home about one.
She must have called just after that.
Did she mention any problems or difficulties at work to you? Was she worried about anything? She never told me about her cases.
She didn't want me to worry.
Did you know her undercover address, Richard? No.
Her covert telephone number? No.
Richard, there's something we need to ask you.
It would help with our investigation into Jill's death.
We need to hide the fact that Jill was a serving police officer.
So even though she's dead, she still has to be undercover? We need to keep it from the press, so we can find out what happened.
How long for? A couple of days.
You'll have to talk to her mum.
Naturally.
We're trying to locate her now.
I knowI know Jill would want me to help you in any way that I can.
Thank you.
Someone has to formally identify the body.
Yeah, of course.
Is this the body of Jill Dobson? Yes, it is.
May I have a lock of her hair? No, I'm afraid that's not possible.
There was bruising to her body from two weeks ago.
Fractures in her ribs that healed up some time in the last five months.
Some shitbag had been knocking her around.
She didn't say anything to you? What could he have hit her with? A door stop? That's six centimetres wide.
A club hammer.
Was there a toolbox? Give it a rest.
What? Stop beating yourself up, Murph.
Thorpe's team are handling it.
Look, go home.
Oh, yeah, get some sleep.
I know! Call me first thing.
I will do.
Look after yourself, Murph.
Well, if I hear anything I'll let you know.
All right, Victor? You've heard then, yeah? Yeah.
You had a pull? No, not yet.
Tracey called her a couple of times on her mobile.
They must have traced the number.
Any idea who did it? No.
I told her that place wasn't safe.
Bastard crack-heads.
Didn't Tracey see it coming? You taking the piss? No.
She does see things.
She had a dream that night.
She sees auras, all kinds of shit.
I'm going to see the man, see if he's still up for it.
If he is, do we still have a deal? Oh, no, I dunno.
Did Jill have any family? She said her mother was dead.
I'm going to sort things out for her.
I need the money.
Have a word with your man, give me a call.
Thanks.
It's the Kiss of Death.
I can't believe you had the balls to come down here.
The Old Bill must be onto you.
Why would the Old Bill be onto me? Because that slag of yours is stiffer than my pole.
You watch your fucking step, Jack.
Were you shagging her? No.
If his spunk's all over her sheets.
We don't want your shit! I'm in the clear.
The deal's still on.
'Don't tell Levine wasn't impressed with the notes.
' You still got the money? Let me make a call.
The quality of the paperwork has to be the same as the samples.
Absolutely.
Make your call.
'Hello.
' Victor? 'Speaking.
' We're on at this end.
Where will we meet? Give me an hour and I'll call you back.
Yeah.
Who's your mate? Who's yours? He's the guy holding the 750 K.
I've never done business with you before.
He's backup.
You mean he's armed? Might be.
Let's see the notes.
Let's see the money.
What's going on? They want to see the money.
Here.
I don't like this.
Take it easy.
Don't do anything stupid.
Let's get counting.
Car.
All right? OK.
Come round to the shop this afternoon, I'll have your money.
Who exactly are you, Mr Murphy? Who are you? Please, stay facing that way.
Now, why have you come to this area? To make a deal.
To make a living.
What? Your policeman's wages not enough for you? Fuck you! You know, I'm sick of this bullshit.
Bring him here.
You're going to lose your fingers.
One by one.
No.
Now, let's see.
You turn up from nowhere, place a large order and then kill one of my trusted workers.
I didn't kill her.
She's one of my oldest friends.
Are you trying to muscle in on my territory? Are you Jimmy the Print? Is that what they call me? Now, that is interesting.
I'm the guy that just brought you a lot of business.
Agh! Next finger.
Get the fuck after him! A quarter bottle of whisky and some paracetamol.
It's me.
Not good.
Paul Paul, listen to me.
Calm down, Paul.
I'm on my way to the hospital.
I'll need a change of clothes.
Well, under the circumstances, I don't know.
He's I got to go.
You all right, Murph? Never better.
Rees wants to see us.
There's a surprise.
We have the gallery under surveillance, front and back.
Levine left empty-handed last night.
As far as we can tell, the money's still inside.
I've applied for a search warrant, and we have a surveillance team on Callard and Miller.
What about Jill's murder? Still waiting on forensics? Nothing from the house-to-house? No-one saw anything.
You know that estate, they don't want to get involved.
Do you think Victor set you up? I don't know.
I need to talk to him.
Is that wise? Only one way to find out.
How's your hand? Well, B flat seven on the guitar's going to be tricky.
Still, at least my cover's intact.
Should still be in hospital.
How long can we sit on Jill's murder? Not much longer.
I'm surprised it hasn't been leaked.
There's usually some shit in the typing pool looking to make a few bob out of the tabloids.
What a little ray of sunshine you are(!) Jimmy the Print.
Jamal Battacharjee.
Jimmy, Jamal, whatever.
That's him.
Owns three restaurants in the area.
Well done.
So where do we go from here? We need to try to preserve your cover.
We won't lift Battacharjee until we've lifted Callard.
In the meantime, I suggest you get your head down.
To say you're looking tired would be the understatement of the year.
Keep me posted on Jill's investigation.
Will do, Bud.
I wondered where you'd got to.
You set me up, you bollocks.
I don't know what you're talking about! Don't give me that shite! I got a visit from Jamal.
I lost a finger.
Drop it, or I'll shoot.
With a starting pistol? It's loaded.
Well, go and start a race.
I had nothing to do with it.
I swear.
White Mickey was here earlier.
Trying to fence some rings and stuff.
They were Jill's.
Did you ask him where he got the rings? I don't ask questions.
Did you take them off him? I told him I wasn't interested.
Then we called the police.
What? I made him.
Anonymous call.
I'm not a grass.
Hoi.
I want to talk to you.
You remember me, yeah? No.
Yes, you do, you prick.
She was my friend.
It had nothing to do with me.
Why are you selling her jewellery? What jewellery? I want it back.
Some stuff was found.
Been tossed over a front wall.
What front wall? St James's Crescent.
I don't know nothing about it being Jill's.
None of us had nothing to do with that.
Do you have the stuff on you now? MOBILE RINGS Yeah.
'Murph, Callard's at the gallery.
' I'm on my way.
What's the story, guv? We have Callard, Miller and Levine with the bent Euros.
Are we going in? Don't know what kind of deal is going down.
If they stay, we go in.
If they move, we follow.
Hello.
Looks like they've got a visitor.
Holy shit! Who is it? Who is it, boss? That was George Garvey.
What, Sir George Garvey? What the hell is he doing here? All units, stand by.
Have him followed.
Unit two, follow the dark blue Lexus.
Maintain surveillance.
Other units stand down.
Repeat, stand down.
What about Callard? There's a bigger picture here.
Didn't Garvey's missus shop him to the tabloids for screwing around? Took him to the cleaners.
I thought he was abroad.
Maybe he went to buy a drawing, took one look at the leer on Miller's face and fled.
Paul, see what intelligence there is on him.
Sir.
Good news, gentlemen.
We've picked up a skinhead on the estate who was in possession of Jill's jewellery.
The items were issued to her by SO10 as part of her undercover kit.
So it's well documented.
What's he saying? He says he found them in the street.
He has no alibi.
Anything from forensics to link him to the crime scene? It's hasn't all been processed yet.
So that's a no, eh? Most of the trace elements so far come from you.
I think congratulations are in order, sir.
Excuse me if I don't break open the champagne.
My hand's hurting and I'm going.
Sure.
You're going home, right? Uh-huh.
I do not want you going after Jamal.
Who do you think I am? Charles Bronson? The case is solved.
I'm knackered.
I'm going to get some kip.
'Dear Richard, you say you love me.
'You do not.
You are obsessed with me.
'That's not love.
You don't even know me.
'You frighten me.
'I want this to stop.
' 'Murphy?' The post mortem report - was there any indication that Jill had been pregnant, had an abortion? 'No.
' Are you sure? 'Definitely.
' I need my warrant card.
'It's not a good idea.
' I know, I know.
You have to trust me.
'Why?' You have to.
'Why?' I'm at St James's Crescent, near Jill's.
I'll wait for you.
Bring it.
Why do you want it? Just give me the bloody thing.
Tell me why you want it.
Think about what you're doing.
Look, your cover's intact.
We can get Callard.
We can get Battacharjee.
That's our operation.
Fuck the operation, Paul! So you're going to risk everything because you think Jill's death is somehow down to you.
It's not your fault, Murph.
Richard Bolton? Who are you? I'm a friend of Jill's.
I don't know who you are.
Like I said, I'm a friend of Jill's.
Yeah? Then you must know that Jill's dead.
Don't you want to know why I'm here? Not particularly, no.
Get out of my house! I've got something to show you.
Where did you get that? Get out of my house! You don't like that, do you? I don't know who you are.
I know who YOU are.
You're the man that battered Jill.
I loved her.
Oh, really? You're just a scumbag.
You know nothing about her.
I know you killed her.
Why did you have to do that? I saw you.
I saw you with her.
Why did you have to kill her? I saw you.
You beat her.
It was the job, it changed her.
Took her from me.
You battered her to death.
It wasn't my fault.
You smashed her skull in! She brought it on herself.
You pathetic piece of shite! You shite! Shite! Richard Bolton, I am a police officer.
I am arresting you Aggh! I wasn't my fault.
I loved her! I loved her! Police! You all right, Bud? You all right? I need some air.
Richard Bolton, I am arresting you for the murder of Jill Dobson.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if