[ Man shouting ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Take one.

-Earn some money.

-Thank you.

[ Horn blares ] ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] -Take one.

For you.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Beep, door whirs ] -This way, please.

The doctor will be with you soon to explain the procedure.

-Hi.

I'm Mark.

This is Laura.

-Hi.

I'm Bruce.

Are you nervous?

-A little.

-It's okay.

It's fine.

I studied medicine at uni.

They do these things all the time.

I asked when I got here.

This drug we're testing is actually made by a U.K. company.

I wouldn't be surprised if there were British doctors overseeing things.

[ Door opens ] -How do?

Am I the last one in?

-Looks like it.

-I couldn't find the place.

-And you haven't done this before?

-You've got to be kidding.

I wouldn't be here if I hadn't spent all me cash.

I'm skint.

We get dinner, breakfast, and 600 quid.

That's my ticket home.

-Where's home?

-Leeds.

Can't you tell?

[ Chuckles ] -I'm still not sure.

-Most of us won't even get the real stuff, whatever it is.

They just give you an injection, and then you lie down for a few hours.

-How do you know?

-I've done it loads of times.

Don't...tell them that.

-What if it's dangerous?

-It's not dangerous.

They wouldn't be allowed to do it if it was.

-You'll be fine.

I'm Henry.

[ Keyboard clacking, indistinct conversation ] [ Knock on door ] -Enter.

[ Conversation continues ] ♪♪ So, are we all set?

-Yes, Dr. Leese.

-Excellent.

Then carry on.

♪♪ -[ Snoring ] [ Door opens, closes ] ♪♪ [ Up-tempo music plays on headphones ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Did you see that?

-What?

-One of them just left.

Come on, we must find him before Dr. Leese gets back.

♪♪ [ Door closes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Gasps ] Doctor!

-Have you seen one of the patients from Greenfern?

-No, sir.

I was just about to go home.

-Okay.

[ Blade plunges ] [ Gasping ] ♪♪ No!

Please.

No!

Ah!

[ Rag'n'Bone Man's "Wolves" plays ] -♪ I don't wanna drown no more ♪ ♪ Sick of the same old people ♪ ♪ The kind that'll sell your soul ♪ ♪ Trade it for a shinin' stone ♪ ♪ Ain't nothin' in this life for free ♪ ♪ Running from the greatest evil ♪ ♪ It finally dawned on me ♪ ♪ A man's gotta fight temptation ♪ ♪ Keep the wolves from the door ♪ ♪ I hear them scratching like I don't know better ♪ ♪ Won't you keep the wolves from the door?

♪ ♪ It won't be long before I cave in and open up the door ♪ [ Thunder rumbling ] [ Siren wailing in distance ] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Vehicle doors open, close ] -Ah!

It's horrible weather!

-I know.

I've been standing in it for the last half-hour.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

Here you are.

-What's this?

-It's an After Eight.

I was just having dinner.

-Very nice.

-What we got, then?

-Suicide, by the look of it.

15 floors.

-Name?

-Flaxton Court.

-No, the body, not the building.

-Oh, uh, Mark Henson.

I've got his wallet.

Also an electronic door pass from a secondary school.

Must have been a teacher.

-Could've been a cook.

Mustn't jump to conclusions.

-What, like he did?

[ Cellphone ringing ] -Yeah, well, uh, check his place out and then, uh, send uniform 'round to next of kin.

Heywood.

-Uh, excuse me, sir.

-Who are you, and what do you want?

-Uh, Sayyad, sir.

-Is that a greeting or is that your name?

-PC Sayyad.

-PC Sayyad.

That's right.

Are you the first attending officer?

-Uh, no, sir.

-So, why are you talking to me, then?

-I don't think he jumped, sir.

-Oh, you've got some other theory about how he ended up splattered across the pavement, have you?

-He was pushed.

-No!

Please!

[ Screams ] -What makes you think that?

-Well, I was second on the scene and I took his pulse.

-Had one, did he?

-No, sir.

He was dead by the time I got here.

But there was something on his skin, some sort of adhesive.

-What are you talking about?

-I mean, it was like there had been adhesive tape around his wrists.

Like he was tied up.

-So, where is this tape?

-Well, I don't know.

I -- -So, you examined the body, you found traces of something on the wrists, so why have you left him there?!

Why haven't the hands been bagged?!

-Well, I -- -Call to Forensics, alright?!

Do it now!

-What was that all about?

-Some bloody amateur.

-I need you to bag the hands.

-We'll bag them straightaway.

-Adhesive tape?

-Could've been anything.

-Let's check the roof.

-[ Sighs ] [ Camera shutter clicks ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Breathing heavily ] -You alright, Derek?

-You'd think they'd have a lift that worked.

-You didn't come up here, then.

-I did come here.

I didn't see anything.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Maybe you didn't look.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] Someone comes to his flat, ties up his hands, takes him up top.

-Why, Guv?

What's the point?

He's nobody.

-Well, someone thought he was worth killing.

♪♪ That PC you were talking to, what was he called?

♪♪ [ Siren wailing in distance ] [ Rascals' "Fire Blaze" plays ] -♪ Light 'em up ♪ ♪ We running London town ♪ -♪ Hit the fire blaze ♪ -♪ We'll raise the underground ♪ ♪♪ -♪ Hit the fire blaze ♪ ♪ We ah gon' burn the place down ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Turn it up loud ♪ ♪ Nah, fool ♪ ♪ You ain't messing with a Rascal ♪ -Yeah, man, read the sign, innit?

Look.

-[ Speaking Polish ] -What?

Look, you can't leave the bike here, man.

[ Indistinct conversations ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Knock on door ] -Enter.

-[ Polish accent ] You were wanting to see me, Mr. Leese.

-Yes.

Come in, Stefan.

Close the door.

Stefan Kowolski, is that right?

-Yes, sir.

-You haven't been here long.

-Uh, two weeks.

-You're temporary, from the agency?

-Yes.

Agency sent me here.

-How long have you been in this country?

-I, uh, came here two year ago.

-From Poland.

-Yes, sir.

-And you're interested in a career in the NHS?

-In, uh, clinical pharmacy.

-Well, there's always openings for bright, young people, and you're doing very well.

You might want to take a look at your English, though.

-Sir?

-You typed up this report to the North London Cancer Network Board?

-Yes.

-There were quite a few errors.

-I, um -- I don't see.

-Third line.

Cytotoxins.

That's "cyto" with a C, not an S. -Ah, yes.

-[ Chuckles ] There's a couple more.

Top of that paragraph.

There's only one S in "aseptic."

And there should be two T's in Dr. Bennett.

-I'm, uh, sorry.

-Mm.

If you want a full-time job, you'll have to try a little harder.

If you're prescribing drugs, the smallest mistake can have serious consequences.

-Yes, sir.

-Of course, there's not many permanent contracts around at the moment.

It won't be easy, but I might be able to help you... as a friend.

-Mr. Leese... -I'd like to get to know you a bit better, Stefan.

I think we can help each other.

-No!

Is not right.

-I'm sorry?

-I'm sorry, Mr. Leese.

I'm not like that.

-I don't know what you mean.

-What you do with your hand.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

This isn't good enough.

Do it again.

Now get out.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ English accent ] I'm not going back.

I didn't join the Serious Fraud Office to be a typist, Marcus.

-You are going back.

-Why?

-'Cause we've actually got someone inside.

That's you.

Leese has accepted you.

And you're close to him.

-Too bloody close!

-Listen to me -- -Marcus, I've got that intel you wanted.

Capitax Enterprises?

-Thank you, Alison.

You want to get Leese?

You want to bring him down?

-Yeah.

-Then don't say a word to Eleanor about what happened.

Okay?

-Tell me something, Arrash.

Why did you want to be a policeman?

-I don't want to be a policeman.

I want to be a detective.

-Okay.

Why do you want to be a detective?

-It's what I've always wanted.

-Did the detective course at Hendon.

Top of the class.

Commendations all 'round.

From there, you went straight to Bromley for three months.

That didn't work out too well.

-Ah, it was alright.

-They didn't want you.

They sent you back here.

-Yeah, but it was a three-month fill-in, maternity leave.

-That's right.

She went off and had a little baby detective.

But then she didn't go back to work.

They got someone else in.

-I, um...didn't know that.

-I'm telling you now.

-Thank you.

-I'm trying to help you, Arrash, although you probably don't see it that way.

There's a difference between smart... and smartass.

From what I hear from Bromley, they couldn't wait to see the back of you.

If you're a TDC, you cannot step on people's toes.

Listen.

You're clever.

You're good at the job.

We both know that.

So what are you doing wrong?

Well... ...seems that you conducted yourself pretty well last night.

The murder at Flaxton Court.

-They're saying it's a murder now.

-I've had a request in from a DI Heywood, offer of six months probationary.

-Starting when?

-They want to see you first thing Monday morning.

That soon enough for you?

-[ Clears throat ] Thank you, Sergeant.

-Arrash, don't screw it up.

[ Door opens ] -Okay, this is going very well, isn't it?

The Serious Fraud Office supplying the NHS with free secretarial assistance.

But to be honest with you, I've yet to be convinced that this man, David Leese, is our best way into U.K. Remicon.

And let's not forget, they're the ones we're after.

-David Leese is a chief pharmacist for six London hospitals with a combined budget of almost £150 million a year, but yet he's managing to spend almost a third of it with the same company.

All with U.K. Remicon.

At prices way above the generic brands.

-He's taking backhanders.

Well, he must be.

Isn't it obvious?

U.K. Remicon are bribing him to choose their products for the NHS.

They're making millions.

-Shame we haven't got a shred of evidence.

You've, um -- You've issued a Section 2 on his accounts?

-He has three bank accounts.

-Uh-huh?

-Nothing.

-And his lifestyle?

-He drives a Porsche.

He eats in the best restaurants.

He has a second home in the country.

-He can afford to.

He's earning £95,000 a year.

And has a wife who also earns.

-He's married?

-You sound surprised.

Why?

-Because -- -What?

-Because he's a bastard.

-Eleanor, um... -Can we have a word alone?

Do you mind?

[ Indistinct conversations ] Has something happened that I should know about?

-No.

-Meaning it hasn't happened or I shouldn't know about it?

Okay.

Let's talk about U.K. Remicon.

A British company with a market capitalization of 50 billion.

They employ 37,000 people in England, Ireland, and Scotland.

-They're criminals.

-They're protected.

As you'd expect, they have some very powerful friends -- in business and in government.

Right now, I have three teams, 30 people, working on this.

We've scanned over 10,000 documents, spent God knows how many man-hours, and you think I'm going to risk it all for your Batman-and-Robin antics?

-My Batman-and-Robin antics are why you employed me.

You go after U.K. Remicon down the usual channels, you're going to get nowhere.

Even if you get them to court, U.K. Remicon is too big, too smart.

But Dr. David Leese isn't.

He's our way in.

♪♪ Two more weeks.

-Right.

-You need to take a look at his private correspondence, contacts.

Find something, anything that links Dr. Leese to U.K. Remicon.

-And how would I do that?

How do I get back into his office?

You'll find a way.

Oh, and, Stefan, be careful.

♪♪ ♪♪ -So, tell me, Henry, how was your day?

-Boring.

-At the car wash?

-Yeah.

-What's it called again?

-Squeegees.

-That is a stupid name for a car wash. -I want to see you.

-I know.

-I drove all that way, and you weren't even there.

-If you start that again, I'm going to sign off.

-Don't!

Don't.

-We'll be together soon.

-I wish I was with you now.

-And what would you do?

If you were here, right now?

-[ Laughs nervously ] I don't know.

-I bet I can guess.

Anyway, I might be coming to London.

-When?

-Quite soon.

-Will I see you?

-It depends.

Are you still on that stuff?

-Uh, what?

-The medicine.

Are you still taking it?

-No.

-You shouldn't, Henry.

It does things to you.

You shouldn't trust it.

♪♪ ♪♪ Henry?

Henry, are you still there?

-Henry?

Are you there?

-I have to go.

-I heard.

-I'll call you later.

-I know you will.

I love you, Henry.

I really do.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Footsteps on stairs ] -Hello, love.

You have a good day?

Yeah.

It was alright.

-Who was that you were talking to just now?

-It was no one.

-Right.

I'll make supper.

By the way, just noticed the car.

-What about it?

-It's got a...big dent in it.

-What?

-On the front bonnet.

-Are you saying I did it?

-I just wondered... -You think I'd have bashed the car and I wouldn't have told you?

-No.

No.

I only just noticed it myself and I was wondering how it happened, that's all.

-I'd have noticed if I'd hit something.

-It's just that -- -Why do you have to make such a big deal out of it?

-[ Sighs ] You're right.

I'll make supper.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Dog barks ] ♪♪ [ Indistinct shouting ] ♪♪ [ Shouting continues, crowd cheering on television ] [ Conversation in Polish ] -Oh!

What -- What are you doing, Kamil?

Shut the door!

-[ Chuckles ] [ Shouting continues ] -[ Speaks Polish ] -English, Jan.

Remember?

We speak in English.

-The landlord call.

He want, uh, to put up rent.

-What did you tell him?

-[ Speaks Polish ] [ Both laugh ] I tell him, uh, call back, speak to you.

-Toilet broken.

[ Train clanging ] [ Rattling ] -This place stinks!

[ All cheering ] [ Indistinct conversation ] -Who's here?

-Aunt Darya, Aunt Minoo and two people from Mum's work.

-Why?

-It's her birthday.

-Whose?

-I don't know.

One of them.

-Arrash!

There you are!

Come in.

Your aunts are here.

-Aunt Darya.

Aunt Minoo.

-And this is Mrs. Clayton, who works in my office.

-Your mother's told me so much about you, Arrash.

-Dinner's nearly ready.

Are you going to get changed?

-Oh, Mum, I've got to do my bike.

-Now?

-Uh, I've got the race tomorrow.

-Gerald used to like bicycling.

Didn't you, Gerald?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

-Alright, 10 minutes.

-I'll get you a beer.

-Yeah, Mr. Menakis, you can't do this.

We have a fixed-term agreement which runs for another three months!

-I told you the rent would rise.

I know the law.

-We're already paying you enough.

We can't afford any more.

[ Shouting in Polish ] -Here.

-Thanks.

I got some news today.

-Oh, yeah, what's that?

-I'm moving to CID.

-What?

You got another placement?

-Six months as a TDC.

-That's brilliant, Rash.

That's really great.

I can't believe you're sitting out here by yourself.

-This time...

I just want to get it right.

-Come on.

Dinner will be ready.

♪♪ [ Indistinct conversation ] ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversation ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Laughter echoes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Bottles shatter, dog barks ] [ Man shouts in Polish ] [ Shouting, barking continues ] ♪♪ -All competitors, all competitors, the 25-to-35-year category race will begin in five minutes.

This is your five-minute warning.

-Hey, Rash.

-Hey!

[ Indistinct conversation ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hi.

-Hi.

-I haven't seen you at one of these before.

-I haven't been to one before.

-So, are you just supporting someone or are you here to have fun?

-She's with me.

-Just here for fun, then?

-[ Chuckles ] -Who are you?

-I'm her brother.

-Brother and sister?

That's nice.

I'll, uh, see you later.

-Yeah, if you can keep up.

-I-I was talking to her.

♪♪ -Just chatting up the opposition?

-I wasn't chatting him up.

He was chatting me up.

♪♪ Good luck.

-Come on, boys!

♪♪ -On your marks!

Get set!

[ Starter pistol fires, crowd cheering ] ♪♪ -Come on, Rash!

-[ Cheers and applause ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Come on, Rash!

-See ya!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Come on, Rash!

Come on!

Come on, Rash!

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations, laughter ] You were brilliant, Rash.

-Thanks.

Hold this?

-Congratulations.

-What do you mean?

-You came third.

-[ Scoffs ] I came second.

You came third.

-We'll see.

-You know, I'd have come first if you hadn't got in my way.

-I didn't get in your way.

-You swerved in front of me.

-Well, if I was in front of you, I must have come second.

-[ Scoffs ] You know what?

It doesn't matter.

Doesn't make a difference.

You going to be at East London?

Triathlon?

-Yeah.

I'll see you there.

-Yeah, you'll see my back!

♪♪ ♪♪ -Arrash Sayyad.

Where does that name come from?

-Uh, I was born here.

Um, my parents came from Tehran.

-Your dad a policeman?

-Um, he was.

-Bromley didn't like you very much, did they?

-I didn't like them very much either.

-What?

You think you can pick and choose?

-I didn't ask to leave.

-No.

No, I can see that.

You'll be working with DS Sands, standing in for DC Westfield.

-He's on sick leave.

-Oh, thank you, guv.

I'm, uh...I'm grateful.

-Yeah, well, don't be.

Some little bastard stuck a knife in him, and if you want the truth, I'd rather Jack was standing here than you.

That was good work the other night, you know, the sticky tape.

I'm not saying we wouldn't have got there in the end, but you were quick off the mark.

I like that.

So I want you to work on the Henson investigation.

Got a problem with that, Derek?

-No, guv.

Not at all.

That's going to be your spot there.

-Right.

-Witness statements, house-to-house, CCTV, pathology report, Henson's medical records -- go through them all.

-I'm -- I'm sorry about DC Westfield.

-What do you know?

[ Indistinct conversations, telephone rings ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -I've got good news.

-What's that?

-I'm coming to London.

-When?

-This evening.

-Can I see you?

-Of course you can.

Why do you think I'm telling you?

-Where will you be?

-Can you meet me off the train?

-When?

-6:30.

-I can't.

I'm working.

-It's a car wash, Henry.

They won't miss you.

They don't even know you're there.

Of course you can.

-Which station?

-Canary Wharf.

Come down to the platform -- eastbound.

Remember, half past 6:00.

-Why?

-Because it's romantic, Henry!

You can get a bus to the station, come down the escalator, and meet me on the platform.

-[ Clicking ] -Alright.

-And don't tell anyone.

It's just you and me.

Hmm?

I've got to go.

Bye.

Sweet little Henry.

He'll be there.

[ Chiming ] -The Serious Fraud Office is bad for business, and that's bad for government.

Which is why I'm here.

Have you got any news for me?

-Have you heard from them yet?

-The SFO?

Nothing.

I assume they're trawling through our banking records.

-Mm, company and individual.

How are things at U.K. Remicon, William?

-I want them off our back.

-The trouble with the Serious Fraud Office is that once they get started, they don't stop.

-Gemma, I'm off to Southwark.

I probably won't be back today.

So can you leave that stuff on my desk?

-Yes, Mr. Leese.

-I have a source within the SFO, and I hear they've moved into a new phase.

They may have gone undercover.

It's going to make it harder to protect you.

-You're in government.

Can't you stop them?

-They're a completely independent organization, William.

They report to the attorney general.

They do not work for him.

You know that.

-Even so... -Well, if they do something stupid... if they step out of line, we may be able to step in.

-What exactly are they looking for?

-Financial fraud, business malpractice, bribing or coercing of doctors or NHS officials.

Nothing, I'm sure, that would concern anyone at U.K. Remicon.

-Of course not.

-Unless, of course, there was something you weren't telling me.

♪♪ -Stefan?

What do you want?

[ Polish accent ] I, um... -I, um...

I leave this for Mr. Leese.

-He's gone for the day.

I'll take it.

-Oh.

Thank you...Gemma.

♪♪ [ Car horns honking ] -Where are we going?

Flaxton Court?

-That's right.

-I...just wondered.

-Do you mind if we keep the chit-chat down to a minimum?

I'll be honest with you -- the last thing I need right now is a Trainee Detective Constable, especially one who thinks he knows everything.

Nothing personal.

-Sounds pretty personal to me.

-You might be right.

I spoke to Bromley.

I know all about you.

And if I want conversation, I've got the radio.

[ Police radio chatter ] -Er, have Forensics been here?

-No, they haven't.

I mean, why would they need fingerprints or luminol or a complete bleeding crime report?

Of course they've been in!

Pillock.

-Uh, what are we looking for?

-We're looking for the reason he was killed.

Mark Henson.

Teaches French and German at a local secondary.

No girlfriend.

No boyfriend.

Nice little flat.

Big mortgage, though.

Must be getting some help from Mum and Dad.

-[ Beep, camera shutter clicks ] -What are you doing?

-Uh, just taking a photo.

-What?

As a souvenir?

Just leave it!

-Maybe we should talk to someone at his school.

-Do you think so?

Really?

Ah, why didn't I think of that?

Come on.

-[ Sighs ] [ School bell rings, indistinct shouting ] This is his classroom?

-Yes.

-I'm going to need to see his locker, the quiet room, any personal possessions.

-Of course.

-And then, um...had he been behaving strangely in any way or, uh, had... anything upset him?

-I wasn't aware of anything untoward.

He'd just agreed to direct "Bugsy Malone."

-I did "Bugsy".

-Oh, what part were you?

-Dandy Dan.

-Excuse me?

I don't think he was killed because of a school play.

[ Knock on door ] -Ah.

Laura, come in.

This is Laura Jones.

She works in our maths department.

She knew Mark best.

This is Detective Sergeant Sands and... -How did you know Mark Henson?

-Uh, we did teacher training together.

After that, we spent the summer traveling.

-Where were you?

-What?

-When you went traveling.

-We were in India.

-[ Camera shutter clicks ] -When was this?

-Six years ago.

But we kept in touch.

We stayed friends.

-So, what can you tell us about him?

-Yeah, was he worried about anything or, um, did he have anything on his mind?

-Three weeks ago, he got quite upset.

We both were.

-Why?

-Someone we knew got killed in an accident.

He was a friend.

-Who was he?

-His name was Steve Mullen.

[ Voice breaking ] I can't believe it -- both of them.

-You don't have to say any more if you prefer not to.

-Yes, she does, actually.

-What happened to Steve Mullen?

-Car accident.

A hit-and-run.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Henry, I want to talk to you.

Mr. Robinson called me from the car wash. What happened?

♪♪ I didn't like working there.

-You could have talked to me.

-You don't listen.

-That's not true!

I got you that job.

Why haven't you been taking your medication?

-You've been in my room.

-I'm trying to look after you.

It's all I ever do!

Why have you stopped?

-It doesn't help me.

All these Big Pharma companies, they want to control me.

They just make things worse.

-Who said that?

That's not you talking.

Who's been telling you that?

-No one.

-It's that computer of yours.

You spend hours upstairs in your room.

You're talking to someone.

Why don't you leave me alone?

I didn't like the job.

I left.

I can get another one.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Keyboard clacking ] [ Ringing ] -Henry, I'll see you very soon.

Canary Wharf -- on the platform.

Remember.

-Bit of a coincidence.

-What?

-That Mark Henson's pushed off a roof and just three weeks before, someone he knew, someone he was close to, is killed in a hit-and-run.

-Get onto traffic command.

I want all the details about Mullen's death.

Witness statements, CCTV, the usual.

-Right.

-And in the meantime, keep your opinions to yourself.

Alright, Dandy Dan?

[ Drills whirring, indistinct conversations ] [ Conversation in Polish ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -There you go.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Here's the Luton collision report you asked for.

-Thanks.

♪♪ [ Camera shutter clicking ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Uh, sorry.

I'm going to be late tonight.

Paperwork, yeah.

I'll be as quick as I can.

[ Camera shutter clicking ] ♪♪ -I can't believe it -- both of them.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Keys jingle ] [ Thud ] [ Sawing, conversations in Polish ] [ Laughter ] [ Siren wails in distance ] -Whew!

Oh... Oh!

Uh, Mrs. Philips?

-Oh, uh...

I will deal with this in the morning.

-I just need to have another word with Laura.

-She has left.

You just missed her.

-Uh, where does she live?

-Well, I -- -It's really important, Mrs. Philips.

Two people are dead.

-Do you think she could be in danger?

-I just need to speak to her.

-Well, she has a flat in South London.

Here.

-This her mobile?

-Yes.

You might be lucky.

You might just catch her.

-Thank you.

-Yes, Mum.

I'm just at the station.

I'll call round later, alright?

-...currently unavailable... -Voicemail.

-She gets the DLR to Canary Wharf.

It's just two minutes up the road.

♪♪ [ Beep ] -Move away from the edge of Platform 2.

This train is ready to leave.

The next train will be in two minutes.

-[ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Siren wails in distance ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Screaming ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Laura?

Laura!

Laura!

Laura!

Laura.

Laura?

Laura.

Has anyone called an ambulance?

[ Buzzing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪