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So, what are we looking at?

Two gunshots to the head.

One. Point of entry, left eye.

And exit...

yeah, rear lower right.

Right ear still intact.

I didn't think we were supposed
to touch the body.

My world,

my rules.

Huh, that's interesting.

What?

What if he'd been shot, say,
from the front passenger seat,

all the splatter would be
over the rear window.

Whereas, in fact...

Oh, yeah, pretty much
all around him down here.

So?

So, given the body position

and the line of travel,

I'd say that our friend here
took this bullet while he was seated

there.

And while he was looking up
at whoever shot him.

And whoever shot him was standing...

roughly where you are now.

-Great.

Which would make this shot the second,

as his head fell away.

Entry, lower left jaw and exit...

yeah, middle right cheek.

But not before it bust up
all the crockery, eh?

Oh, Harvey,

you should have taken
better care of your teeth.

So, two fast shots,
probably more in the body,

but we'll let the brush-up boys
find them, eh?

So, do you want the good news?

-This one's not for us.
-Why?

Why? I'm sorry, look like
a lovers' tiff to you, does it?

Robbery. It could be anything.
Did you check for his wallet?

It's a contract. Trust me.
And when it's a contract...

Mazel tov.

What are you doing?

Well, if it was a robbery,
he wouldn't have got far with these.

-They're all out of date.
-What?

Credit cards.

All expired.

Harvey Wratten.

-Harvey Wratten. I've heard that name.
-Yeah, right. Put it back.

What?

I told you, this one's not for us.
So, put it back.

Where did you find it?

Left side, inside breast pocket.

You see,

the truth, Constable,

the truth, it's like lightning.

Always follows
the line of least resistance.

So, what we do, the trick is simple.

All we have to do is find the line
and then follow it back up.

And whatever it is,

it's all going to be sorted
within 24 hours.

All neat and tidy.

99% of the time.

But with this,

with what I see here,

well, you try and find the line
on something like this

and all it's going to do
is fur up your arteries so thick

you'll think you're a fucking werewolf!

So, we just pass it on

and then we step
right out of the picture.

Because whoever it is has to pick up
this sorry rag of rope,

it'll sure as shit be the death of them.

Oh, yeah.

Bang!

All right?

Sure you want to do this?

Gabriel.

-Excuse me, sir, if I could just...
-What?

-Take another look.
-Really?

-Yes, please, sir.
-Don't be stupid.

I just told you who he is.

With the greatest of respect, madam,

just because you say it
doesn't necessarily make it so.

What?

It's all about connection, isn't it?

-Not just process.
-Oh, that's clever.

You're very clever. Isn't he clever?
You're very clever.

Although, there is another word
beginning with C

that also comes to mind.

Want to know what it is?
I'll give you a clue.

It sounds exactly like
the first syllable in country.

-Does that help?
-All right, here you go.

Yes, sir, it's the photo,
it doesn't really look like you.

Huh. Well, I've been out of circulation
for a while.

Maybe it's an old ID.

Time to get a new one then, sir.

-I'll make it a priority.
-Thank you, sir.

No, thank you, cuntstable.

-So what is this place?
-Private car park for a bowls club.

He went bowling?

It's closed this time of year.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

-Looks like it is him, though.
-Why? 'Cause it's his car?

Registered to his home address.

Taxed, too. Interesting,
considering where he's been.

-Gloves, please.
-And how long he's been there.

Family?

No one close, except for his nephew.

And we all know where he's been, too.

Friends?

Bloke like that,
I'm sure he had millions.

And clearly, at least one enemy.

Driver's missing.

Okay.

And there's no prints
been left on the wheel.

Gabriel. Didn't expect
to see you back so soon.

Touch-and-go
I was going to make it back at all.

Huh, yeah.

Usually, I get to see a man
with a bullet in his head,

I'm looking at...him.

Yeah, that's him.
It's Harvey Wratten.

Who's Harvey Wratten?

A convicted drug smuggler
was released from jail today

in circumstances described
as extremely unusual.

Two years ago, Harvey Wratten, 62,

and alleged head of one of the
UK's largest crime organisations,

was sentenced to 18 years in jail

for his part in importing
over 200 kilograms...

That's Harvey. What's he doing on telly?

He's just got out of prison.

His nephew, Jay Wratten, 28,
was also sentenced to five years

on a lesser charge
of conspiracy to supply.

However, both Wrattens
have today been released

under the Royal Prerogative of Mercy,

a form of pardon that is so rare
only the Justice Secretary can grant it.

The actual circumstances surrounding
the pardon have not been made public

but according to legal analysts,

speculation is centring around
recent significant breakthroughs

made by the authorities in
the so-called War Against Drugs.

Doesn't she have funny teeth?

Why would they give a job
to a woman like that?

-I don't know.
-Are you going to see him?

Yeah. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Yes.

-And will he...

What?

I can't remember. It's...
It's the phone, it's distracting me.

-Where are you going?
-To answer it.

What?

-The phone.
-But you're coming back?

Of course. Straight back.

Yeah. Yeah, I've just seen it
on the news.

No, I'll be there.

Kirsten? It's Joseph.
I'm sorry to call you so late.

Can you come and be with Julie?
I have to go out.

Thanks.

Get me out of here!

-You all right, Jay?
-Yeah.

Yeah. It's just the, uh, distance.

-Yeah.
-You know?

Yeah, I know.
You spent two years in a 14-foot square

and suddenly
the whole world's in front of you.

I left my phone.

Wait here.

Don't move. Okay?

Fifth floor, doors opening.

-Are you trying to say something?
-You mean you don't get it?

-What's to get?
-Free pardon, boy.

Isn't that what you
and your uncle just got?

And to get that, you must've been
squealing like a pig near a stun gun.

-Have you seen anyone get arrested?
-Not yet.

-Not ever.
-Then why did they let you out?

Ah, well...

Now, that would be telling, wouldn't it?

So, not a pig.

That's right.

Then some kind of a snake.

Doors closing.

Doors opening.

Doors closing.

Ground floor. Doors opening.

Fifth floor. Doors opening.

Shit.

It's all right. I know him.
He's one of Bob Harris's.

We do not need trouble.

-It wasn't me went looking for it.
-I thought you were ill.

I'm better in dark corners.

Shit!

You left it in the car.

Oh, no, Mo. Who's in trouble now, eh?

Harvey's dead.

Someone shot him.

-Who did it?
-No one knows.

Right now, no one knows much.

Who did it?

No one knows, Jay.
No one knows anything.

Well, fucking find out.

I'm sure that's going to happen
but if you just calm down...

Don't tell me what to do.

You never tell me what to do.

You're not my fucking uncle.

Fuck!

Not now, Jay. Not here.

What the...

He just gave us the heads-up on Harvey.
He's done us a favour.

A favour?

-A tom-tit?
-Well, the press don't know yet.

No one knows yet. And thanks to him,

we have a couple of hours
before they do.

Who did it?

Well, I don't know, young man.

But the twists your uncle's
been turning of late,

I'm only surprised
he didn't shoot himself.

Oh, that's right. Let him see you.
Let him get a really good look.

What's that?

Nosebleed.

Pete, get Jay a tissue.
He appears to have scraped his knuckles.

You want to get some Dettol on that.

While I sort out the Sergeant.

Envelope. Piece of paper.

Please?

You're not used to this, are you?

And I'm not looking
to get familiar, either.

So who do I talk to from now on?

Same person you talked to before.

Yeah, but who am I looking out for?

-You?
-Me?

I'm just the flower man, Sergeant.

So I see.

So, what else are you
looking to bring in?

Fruits, vegetables, you name it.

Something with a little more bite?

Or were you waiting on Harvey
to set up that particular shipment?

And what are you going to do
now he's dead?

Here.

Sweetest apple you'll ever taste.

It's still a cut-fruit business,
though, isn't it, eh?

I mean, whatever way you look at it.

Be sure to take some home for your wife.

Oh, dear! Oh!

Sorry, but that's a bit tart.
I don't think she's going to like them.

I'd prefer it
if you could just post her that.

Me and Prince Charles,
we can't carry cash.

Glickman.

You're looking out for Glickman.

Is he your boss now?

Like I said, I'm just the,
uh, flower man.

Peachy.

-So what are we looking at?
-Wratten's trial notes.

Bullshit! That's two years ago.
It's tonight I want to know about.

Well, there's two ways
of doing that, sir.

One's to look at his body,
the other's to look at his past.

And what have you found?

A man with an estimated
annual turnover of 200 million.

About the same as Arsenal Football Club.

We're in the wrong game. Here we go.

-Huh! That's new.
-What?

You never used to hold the door.

-I can't smoke in here, can I?
-No, sir. It's against the law.

Shit. Shit!

So, Harvey Wratten.
Regular captain of industry, eh?

Yeah, if the narcotic
import trade was legal.

So what? When he went down,
the whole thing went down with him.

Yeah, but he'd have planned for that,
wouldn't he?

-Going down?
-In his world, isn't that inevitable?

Wow! You really think you're that good?

Amongst themselves.

Ah! So does this now mean
you're suggesting a relationship

between criminality
and Darwinian theory?

-Yeah, if you like.
-Not really.

But I'm happy to take the opportunity

to show you that I, too,
had a private school education.

It's what they do, though,
sir, isn't it?

-Kill each other?
-Evolve.

Into what? Patterson.

Well, last time into
an electrical import business.

He got busted trying to bring it in
inside the wiring.

No. No. I'll call you back.

So, there you go. "He got busted."

It's not exactly
king-of-the-jungle stuff, is it?

Well, the bets are
he'll have spent the last two years

working out the best way
to reinvent himself.

Oh, you mean like charity work?

No!

You know what I mean.

-Fronts.
-Fronts.

Somewhere out there,
there'll be a new business.

Nothing with his name on it,
nothing we can trace,

set up by someone we've never heard of.

All taxed, all completely legitimate,
and alljust so Harvey Wratten

can open himself up a brand-new line
and regain his crown.

And precisely how does getting
himself killed play into that?

I don't know.

Maybe when someone else decided
now's the time to take it off him.

Where's Glickman?

Well, they called him
just before they called you.

-What'd he say?
-Nothing.

Just thanks.

No.

Not Glickman.

Him and Harvey
are two heads on the same coin.

But maybe someone's
trying to cut them both off.

Jay Wratten?

The nephew? I don't think so.
It was him that got caught

trying to bring in the wiring
on their last run.

200 kilos Turkish brown.

Customs had a shadow on it
and when Jay realised he ran,

straight to his uncle.
A literal home run.

For the other side.

So I doubt he's going to get himself
picked as the new team captain.

But whoever is could be looking
to get rid of him pretty quick.

Why did the boy
have blood on his hands?

He had a run-in
with a man in a lift.

-Who?
-One of Bob Harris's.

How did it happen?

I, uh,

left him on his own
for a couple of minutes,

-nothing more.
-Oh, Maurice!

Yeah, well,
maybe I'm getting too old for this.

Who started it?

Pete.

Take Jay out of town a couple of days.
Everything cash.

I'm not going anywhere.

-Yes, you are.
-No, I'm not.

Feels like I've been away
too long already.

He's just trying to steady the boat.

And we don't need you
jumping all over it.

We'll have to see what
Glickman says about that.

Yeah, we will. But until he turns up,
we need you out of town.

He's right, Jay.

Step out the picture,
just for a few days.

Somebody tries to knock you out,
we're really in trouble.

It better be five-star.

Three.

Get in touch with Harris.
Tell him we want to meet.

I've sent someone out
to Glickman's house.

-How come Harvey was driving home alone?
-He wasn't.

What?

-He was picked up.
-Who by?

We don't know yet.

-Andy Dixon.
-Who?

They worked at the car firm.

They had Harvey's car in the garage and
they put him in it to go pick him up.

Could he be the one who shot him?

Little Andy? No, he's just a kid.

He's a good driver but he's a nervous
little bugger, uses one of them puffers.

No prints on the steering wheel or door
handles, though, and no wipe smears.

So, you've got to wonder
why he wore gloves.

Andy Dixon.
Didn't he get picked up recently?

Last year. Possession with intent.

We spun it on personal use.
He got off on a warning.

We're requesting the tapes of the prison
car park where Wratten got picked up.

He'll turn up.

I mean, playing video nasties
with your mates is one thing,

but seeing your boss's brains
all over the back seat,

that's something else.
No, it was the shock made him run.

Doesn't look good for him,
though, does it?

Got to be top of the list, right?

Except I'm not sure Wratten was shot
from inside the vehicle.

Why?

Well, body position
and the rear-left door was open,

so it looks more like the killer
was outside it.

Although we haven't had
pathology on that yet.

So? Driver just got up and walked round.

If you're already inside the vehicle,
why not stay there?

Less noise, less chance of being seen.

Maybe he wasn't thinking straight.

Then why no casings? Seven shots.
More than a revolver and no casings.

Whoever shot him had
the presence of mind to pick them up.

Yeah, if you're talking professional,
she said the driver was wearing gloves.

Seems he had the mind to do that, too.

Doesn't feel right.

-That your "feeling", is it, Jonah?
-Yes, sir, it is.

Okay.

You got a desk over here yet?

Yeah.

You do realise Harvey Wratten
just got himself a Royal Pardon?

Yeah, how?

Seems he gave Customs the nod
on a number of drug drops.

-Big fuckers.
-Whose?

We don't know.
And the truth is we don't need to.

I think I might.

Oh? Are you really going to
open that one up?

Yeah, if necessary.

-Words like "Royal" and "Pardon"?
-They're already out there.

Yeah, but I don't think Her Majesty
shot him, do you?

I don't know.

Look, people like Harvey Wratten,

they get thrown into a vipers' pit,

who gives a shit which one it was
actually bit him? He's dead.

Thank fuck for that.

In fact, whoever's done it has
done us a favour. One less to deal with.

Sir...

You asking me to ring-fence this one?

Absolutely not.

I'm asking you to take it carefully,

because that's what we do
when we go near a snake pit.

-That's our job, though, isn't it?
-What, getting bitten?

Jumping in.

Tomorrow will be a shark-fest
for the press.

But if we give them nothing,
by the end of the week,

they'll have eaten each other out.

There'll be nothing left on the sea bed
but a big pile of stilettos

and a few strips of shiny nylon suit.

-You follow?
-I'm not sure they will.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

One step at a time, Gabriel.
One careful step at a time.

Oh.

I, uh... I hear you're off to see
DS Delaney's parents tomorrow.

That's right, sir.

With the new Commander.

Yeah.

Chance to draw a line
under the past, right?

And it doesn't... ?

No.

Well, it's a... It's a hell of a thing
you've been through.

Still, all the more reason just to go
into this one at a gentle trot, eh?

No sudden moves, particularly
for a man in your condition.

I'm more than capable
of doing my job, sir.

Oh, believe me, Jonah,
that's what I'm banking on.

Find that driver.

It's all right. I believe you.

It's okay.
I didn't mean to frighten you.

It's okay.

But if Andy calls you,
tell him to contact Joseph Bede.

That's me.

I work with Harvey
and I'm the man he needs to speak to.

You tell him to do it right away.

Is he in trouble?

That's what I need to find out.
Joseph Bede.

He must call me.

Bob.

-You lost something?
-Not unless you've found it.

I would've come to see you.

I like keeping mobile. Get in.

-You have a smoke?
-No.

Well, giving it up, it's murder.
I'm getting lockjaw, I chew so much.

Is your man all right?

He won't be worrying his wife
with any more children,

if that's what you mean.

I heard it was him that started it.

Your boy's a hair trigger.

He's not my boy.

Either way, a gun like him,
you should lock it in a cupboard.

I'll deal with it.

Shit!

So, Joseph, I've heard a rumour.

Harvey's dead.

Who did it?

Where's Glickman?

He'll be here.

He should be here already.
It's him I should be talking to.

He'll be here.

I'm due to make a large purchase
off you people.

I know, and you will.

But it was Glickman who set up the deal,

and with him disappeared and Harvey dead
who am I supposed to be buying from?

Some lunatic kid in a cupboard?
I don't fucking think so.

-I'll look into it.
-Look quick.

You leave a party, Joseph,

sooner or later
someone else will take your seat.

-Where's Glickman?
-Not at the house. It's empty.

-Call him.
-We have.

-Call him again.
-That's what we keep trying.

Nothing. Mobile's dead.

I was this close.

He'll turn up.

This close.

I'm sorry.

So what has just happened?

We're exploring
a number of possibilities.

But is it safe to assume
that the Green Lawn Bowls

and Croquet Club is not amongst them?

Uh, we do not believe this incident
to be bowling-related.

-Tanya.

-Yes, Ross.
-Thanks.

Jonah Gabriel, uh, welcome back.
You're fully recovered, I hope?

Unfortunately, I still remember you,
so maybe not.

-Ho, ho, ho.
-Do you have a question, Ross?

Yeah, what was Wratten doing there?

We're not sure yet.

Was it a professional hit or...

Well, if you're asking if someone
was paid to do it, we don't know.

-But I'm assuming gang-related?
-We don't know.

-Does it look that way or...
-We don't know.

Michelle.

Do you think the killing
is connected to his release?

Well, obviously, he wouldn't have
been there if he hadn't been freed.

So you do think
it's related to his release?

No, I...

No, we are most definitely
not saying that.

My colleague was merely
making a statement of fact.

Why was Harvey Wratten pardoned?

That's one for
the Justice Department. Roger?

We are unable to offer you details...

-...except to make clear

that we are aware both of
the huge significance of the pardon

and the enormity of what is required
for its qualification.

So you're saying Wratten assisted the
authorities in the War Against Drugs?

I most definitely am, yes.

A war that is ongoing and,
as such, by necessity,

the strategies we undertake
to fight it must remain secure.

You're not winning it, though,
are you, this war?

No, but we are still fighting it.

And it's my people on the front line
doing it, because that's our job,

to keep you safe,

so that you have the freedom
to sit there and wonder

if we're doing it right.

Was Harvey Wratten a grass?

A supergrass.
And is that why he was shot?

I see no reason
to connect the two events.

I mean, even if you drew
your last breath on the Titanic,

you still woke up that morning
to a beautiful day.

Sorry, how does that help?

I think a little poetry always
helps lift the soul, don't you?

Why was Harvey Wratten pardoned?

I think Roger's already
answered that question.

But surely it's in the public interest
for them to know.

-Them?
-Yeah.

You no longer a member
of the public, Mr McGovern?

Better keep an eye on your colleague,
boys and girls.

He obviously thinks he's royalty.

Yeah, yeah. Well, okay, for us, then.

As soon as the operation is concluded,

the details of its actions
will indeed be made public.

When will that be?

Ross, if he could tell you that,
he'd be a headline act in Las Vegas.

Yes.

I'm a bit puzzled, sorry,

'cause I've been doing
a little bit of digging and...

We all know how you like to dig.

Well, it's my job,
public servant and all that.

Then why don't you just
join a graveyard?

Yeah, maybe I will.

I certainly like to know
where all the bodies are buried.

Well, there's a word for that.
I think there's a law against it.

No, not that I'm aware of,

but I'm sure that wouldn't stop you
from bending the rules.

Ooh.

If you've got a point to make, make it.

Okay. My point is this.
That from what I've dug up,

it appears that there have only been
a handful of such pardons granted

by the British Government
in the last couple of decades,

and the overwhelming majority of those

were members of
the Irish paramilitary forces,

and were therefore seen as political.
Now, is this political?

Are you asking me to comment on the
entire history of Anglo-Irish relations?

No, I'm just asking
for a comment on the...

on the political dynamic
of this kind of pardon.

No comment.

Sorry, can I clarify? Is that
"no comment" on a statement of fact?

Ross, move it on.

You know you're not going to be
given an answer to that.

Yeah, I can see that.

Are we going to get an answer
to anything today or... ?

Well, I'd certainly put a fiver
on Arsenal for the weekend.

Thank you all very much indeed.

Why do I feel like
I've just been at a weigh-in?

Sir?

That journalist.

He doorstepped my wife
when I was in the hospital.

He wouldn't leave her alone.

-She lost her baby.
-Ah.

Loosen those lids, Jonah.
You'll make your eyeballs go dry.

I haven't seen Mr Glickman
in over a month.

-You're his bookkeeper.
-Only for here.

He'll have a hundred others doing
exactly the same everywhere else,

and we wouldn't even know each other
at his funeral.

We wouldn't even be invited.

That's the way he ran things.

And it's obviously
the way he ran you, too,

or you wouldn't need to ask.

Jay. You're not supposed to be here.

That's funny. I've been getting
that feeling quite a lot recently.

Well, it's for your own benefit.

Mine?

Or yours?

Did you just rough that bloke up?

-No need.
-I would have.

I know you would.

You're too loud, Jay.

And people like us,
we're not supposed to be heard. Ever.

Harvey was my uncle.

Doesn't make you my boss.

How come you're the one
with your hand on the wheel?

Because I've just spent two years
setting my business up.

It's not Harvey's, it's mine.

Boxed, packaged and taxed.

That's the way he wanted it,

because that way
people don't know where to look.

Yeah, but you still work for him,
don't you?

You're just a front,
no matter how it looks.

And I've had to invest
everything I own to do it,

every single penny.

So unless you want to pay me back
right now, I'm in it, up to here.

How much?

1.5 million.

I'm not going anywhere.

-And you can't make me.
-Then turn yourself down. Understand?

Go and see Glickman's family.

He's got a son, an accountant,
over Winchmore Hill way.

If he goes with you, he goes on mute.

-Where are you going?
-I've got a hospital appointment.

Oh, yeah. Cracking up already, are you?

For my wife.

Ooh!

What about Little Andy?

Yeah. What about Little Andy?

What do you mean I never used
to hold the door open for anyone?

Well, you didn't.

You were always too busy steaming ahead
to ever look behind you.

And that's a bad thing, is it?

Couldn't say, sir. You're the inspector.

I'm just your sergeant.

There.

Just a kid.

Well, 20, 22. Old enough.

You've got a clear shot of
the eyes there. Run a facial ID.

You know what? That hadn't
occurred to me. Already on it.

But there's no distinguishing features,
so it's going to take time.

Tax disc?

It wasn't purchased
near Wratten's house,

so we're running through footage from
around the post office in which it was.

If the car was being garaged,

we may get a fix
on where it was being kept.

Good.

-Where are you going?
-Delaney's family.

Oh. Why?

The new Commander. It's his idea.

What are you going to say to them?

Nothing that will help.

When did Mr Glickman call you?

Uh, last night.
It was late. We were in bed.

What exactly did he say?

That he was going to have to
disappear for a while.

That something had happened to your boss

and he was afraid
the same might happen to him.

-Where would he go?
-I don't know.

I don't know!

But he's your father.

So what?

He won't go anywhere
anyone can find him,

not if he doesn't want to be found.

-He's that kind of man.
-What kind of man?

He compartmentalises.

He what?

He puts things in boxes.

You, me, everything,
and only he knows how they all connect.

Which one are you in?

Me? I'm in the one marked
"Knows Nothing".

I'm just a high-street accountant.

I have never worked for my father
and he made sure I never did,

because he knew that one day
someone like you would come calling,

and when you did,
I'd have nothing to say.

What about you?

Me?

Which box are you in?

What?

What, policemen?

No, no.
They'd make more of an effort. Get in.

Let them follow.

Then do exactly as I say.

What the fuck do you want?

We want all the fucking money.

So, what are we looking at?

No, I'd like to know.

Six months,

a year.

She's not old enough.

With early onset, the disease spiral,
it can be steep.

And as we know, Julie,
your mother had Alzheimer's.

Yes.

And she suffered a similar trajectory.

Trajectory?
This is my wife, not a graph!

Joseph.

What about other treatments?

We've explored all the possibilities,
Joseph, and now we're here.

But she was getting better.

Julie?

Five minutes ago I gave you
three words to remember.

What were they?

It's something you eat.

A piece of fruit.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Apple.

Apple!

Table. Chair. Apple.

I think now's the time
for you to start making plans.

I'm so sorry.

Listen to me. Don't be. Don't!

You never be sorry to me.
You're my wife.

You've got nothing to be sorry for.
Ever.

What else can you tell us?

Nothing that will help.

-You just woke up?
-Yes.

-Three months later?
-Yes.

You can't describe who attacked you?

No.

Not even his face?

Or the colour of his skin?
Black, white, red, yellow?

Nothing?

Nothing.

Then what about why you were there?

I'm sorry.

-Why were you there?
-I don't know.

Were you undercover?

I don't know.

-Shouldn't you have had backup?
-Mr Delaney,

whatever happened,
I was the senior officer.

It was my mistake.

Mistake?

It cost my son his life.

Your son was killed instantly,
Mr Delaney.

No amount of backup would've saved him.

But you also lost a killer.

He got away!

And no one even knows
what he looks like!

-We'll find him.
-How?

We will.

It's here, isn't it?

It's in this room.

What?

The bullet that killed him.

It's in your brain.

Yes. It, um...

They can't take it out.

What will it do to you?

Everything.

Nothing.

No one knows.

It passed through my son first.

Yes.

He slowed it down.

Yes.

He saved your life.

It should have been you.

So, was that for them?

-Sir?
-This...amnesia.

You think I'm faking it, sir?

-Are you?
-No.

-I don't remember.
-Don't?

Or don't want others
to know that you do?

I don't, sir.

Well, if anything comes back to you,
anything,

you come straight to me,
you understand?

Yes, sir.

I have to be honest with you, Gabriel,
I didn't want you back, full stop.

I'm sorry, sir.

It was Patterson who insisted.

He obviously believes in second chances.

Lucky for me, then.

Only if you walk the line, Gabriel.

You do know how to do that, don't you?

May I offer you a lift?

No, thank you.

How'd it go?

I'll go get changed.