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We must get a picture.

- Ready?
- Cheese.

- Where?

Oh yeah.

Cheese!

Give a wave.

Hi!

The Carrington

Big Ben up there.

- Excuse me, who are you?

- It's in here somewhere.

- Having trouble, constable?
- Don't know who he is.

Tell this idiot who I am.
- Sorry, do I know you?

- Come on, Lynley,

just because I--
- Sorry, constable.

This is our pathologist.

- Perfectly understandable
mistake.

Look at the way he's dressed.

- Come on.

- Practical clothing for
the only practical transport

in this filthy town.

- So you keep saying.

- Right.

So, what makes you so
sure it's murder?

- Could we turn him over please?

Sure.

- Ah.

Fair enough.

- What's the story, Lafferty?

- Oh, damn!

Level 12, though.

- Hardly appropriate, is it?

- Nothing like a bit of
ultra-violence to unwind the
coils.

I see enough of the
consequences.

Makes a nice change to
dish it out a little!

Joking.

- Cause of death?

- Well, it wasn't
drowning, anyway.

Uh, circular comminuted fracture

of the right-hand
side of the skull.

Uh, someone belted
him over the head

with something hard before
dumping him in the river.

- Something hard?

- Small, round, heavy,

about that size.

If you suggested a ball hammer
I wouldn't point and laugh.

- And the hands, were they
tied before or after death?

- Well, subcutaneous bleeding

around the site of the ligature
marks indicates pre-mortem.

And at one point, he
was tied at the ankles

and around the neck.

- Tied and beaten then?

- Possibly.

This is interesting.

Normally in these circumstances

what you'd see is a slipknot
or maybe a reef knot.

This is something different.

It was designed for the
purpose, tied by someone

who knew what they were doing.

I mean most people can hardly
manage their shoelaces.

- Like a sheet bend or a bowline

or a clove hitch or--
- Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.

Most people other than your

Outward Bound types,
cadet corps types.

- Oh, don't tell me you never
went to the Scouts, Lafferty?

Sir, prints came up.

Eric Ramsey, 1100 Humble
Road Strand.

- He had a record?
- Yeah.

Drink driving a few years
ago, nothing serious.

Uh, he's also ex-Navy.

Chief Petty Officer Ramsey.

And, uh...

- And what?

- The security clearance.

He needs it 'cause of his job.

Doorkeeper to the
House of Lords.

What does that mean?

He is the guardian of some
secret parliamentary chamber.

- Actually, it just means he's
a glorified security guard.

Doffs his cap to
the aged members.

- Hmm.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Please don't apologize.

I'm only sorry I have
to ask these questions.

Had Eric been acting
unusually at all recently?

- Well, he always was
a bit of a brooder.

- Do you know what he
was brooding about?

- He wouldn't say.

Never did.

Always kept things
close to his chest.

Bit of a habit from Navy
life, I suppose.

But he was

much better,

much happier

when he accepted Jesus
as his personal savior.

- His heart was opened
to the Spirit, Marie.

His life spoke of that
if his words did not.

- Did he have any
enemies that you know of?

- Eric was a highly respected
member of our community.

He'll be badly missed

by all of us who knew him.

- What did you do when Eric
didn't come home last night?

- I went to bed as normal.

If there was a late sitting
it wasn't unusual for him

to be at the House till
the small hours.

That's him in his uniform.

- So you were here alone?
- Yes.

After Mr. Bellamy left.

- Great spiritual benefit
is to be derived

from meaningful fellowship.

- Hmm.

I wonder what form of
spiritual comfort

Mr. Bellamy has been
offering Marie.

- I wonder that he isn't

offering it to her
on a regular basis.

- Check his alibi.

You are aware you're
staring, Havers?

Do you think
he moonlights at the Ritz?

I'm only asking.

Lord Asherton,
nice to see you again, sir.

Hello, Mr....

Tamworth, sir.

- Of course, Mr. Tamworth.

You're looking well.

- Thank you very
much, sir, madam.

Will you excuse me a moment?

- They never forget a face.

- So I see.

Still the best gentleman's
club in London, then.

- Things have changed a
bit since the Lords reform.

- Oh, yeah.

Your lot are on their way out.

The hereditaries.

- My lot?

Endangered species still have
their rights you know, Havers.

And besides, we haven't
all gone.

When we get to Black
Rod's office,

please, don't ask the
obvious question.

*# My staff and
I would be happy

to assist your inquiries
in any we can.

But what exactly are
you looking for?

- Background.

Friends and colleagues
can provide

a very useful source
of information.

- Ah, I see.

Um...

Well, S.O. 17 of the Palace
of Westminster division

have asked me to keep
them informed.

You don't think his murder's
connected to the House

in some way, do you?

- Not at this stage, no.

- Good.

I'd appreciate your discretion.

Their lordships can get a little
jumpy, and I wouldn't want

to disrupt the important
business of the House.

- No, I quite understand.

- Yes, of course you do.

Right, right, um, well

I suggest you talk to
Geoffrey Crammond.

He's one of our committee
clerks.

He and Eric were
close, I believe.

- Thank you.

We will.

I was wondering if you could
ask one of your Doorkeepers

to show my sergeant round,

give her a feel for how
you run the show here.

I think she'd find it
most interesting.

- Of course.

Oh, um, Deputy Chairman of
Committees, Lord Fanshaw

has asked if you'd like
to drop in to his office.

Well, if you have the time.

I understand you were friends.

- We were at Oxford together.

- Ah.

How marvelous.

- Is that--
- Thank you, Black Lord

for your assistance,
it's much appreciated.

- It's not like I'm
jumping the agenda.

- That's exactly what
you're attempting to do.

- All I'm asking is five minutes

for the committee to
consider revising para 43!

- The agenda's been finalized
as my memo clearly stated.

- Mr. Crammond?

Detective Inspector Lynley.

This is Detective
Sergeant Havers.

We wanted to talk to
you about Eric Ramsey.

- Yes, yes, of course.

If you'll excuse us.

- It's terrible news, Inspector.

Eric was, uh,

well he was a decent man.

- How can I be of help?

I should explain

that the Trade subcommittee
meets in 10 minutes.

Uh, we'll
try not to keep you.

- How well did you know Eric?

- We first met as
youngsters, um, teenagers.

But we lost touch when
I went to university.

Yes, I hadn't seen him
for, uh, ooh, 30 years

when he started working here.

- Had he been frustrated

or anxious at all recently
about anything?

- No.

- Had he spoken to you of
any threats or enemies?

- No.

Would he have done?

- Eric and I have kno-, um,

had known each other
for many years.

Although he was a Doorkeeper,
long hours in the House,

it does breed a certain

camaraderie.

But we were very different
people, Inspector.

Excuse me.

Mister...?

- Tim Sadler, Special Advisor
to the EU Trade Committee.

- Can you tell me, how well
did you know Eric Ramsey?

- Not that well.

Eric was a good bet
for a bit of banter

to lighten the day, you know?

It gets a bit Dickensian
in here.

Protocol is everything.

Implementation, forget about it.

- What about Mister Crammond?
- I work with him.

- But he was a good
friend of Eric's?

- He was.

They had a bit of
a set-to, I heard.

- Really, what about?

- Word gets around.

Gossip's part of
the fabric here.

- Lord Asherton?
- Tamworth.

- I hear you're after
a guided tour, sir?

- Well, not me, I shan't be
joining you but my sergeant here

would love to take you
up on your offer.

- I'd be delighted.

This way, ma'am.

- Um...

It is forbidden for
beggars, vagrants

itinerant musicians and
females of doubtful reputation

to enter these premises.

- In your case, we'll
make an exception, ma'am.

Come this way.

- What is it you actually
do when you're not

fending off females of
doubtful reputation?

- Doorkeepers are the oil
that runs the machine, ma'am.

House security,

carrying messages for
and between the members,

keeping order in the
galleries and committees.

We're everywhere, the
all-seeing eye.

Others might think
they have the power

but we have the keys
to the castle.

Shall we go?

- This way, sir.

- Lynley.

Simon.

- How the hell are you?

- Well, thank you.

What is it 15, 20 years?
- Must be.

- Amazing.

We were at the same
college at Oxford.

Laetitia Gane, Thomas Lynley.

- How do you do?
- It's a pleasure.

- Best count your fingers,
one of the persuaders.

- Thanks for the parental
guidance label.

- Your silver tongue can
work dangerous miracles

unless I'm very vigilant.

Laetitia here's a lobbyist
for an American contractor,

a going-places kind of a girl.

- Where I'm going depends
on the miracles I can work,

which depends on your committee
reaching the right decision.

- I must say it's extremely
gracious of you to pretend

that politicians still have
a measure of influence.

- Now, you're being ridiculous.

- I'm sure I am.

Sit, sit.

Tommy here's something
of a high-flyer himself.

- Oh, nothing compared to
your dizzy heights, Simon.

- We're window dressers,
nothing more, Tommy.

Fairies on the global
corporations'

large and deliciously
lucrative cake.

Dreadful thing about old Eric.

Good man, good man.

Married now, I hear?

- Yes, I am.

Proved a harder
catch than me.

- How is Pippa?

- As expensive as ever

and has so far ushered in

two very sweet and even
more expensive children.

Have you?

- No, afraid not.

- Well.

Amazing.

- Look, I, I, I really
ought to, um....

- Do drop in again
if you're passing.

We'll sink a couple of gins.
- Perhaps we will.

- Good to see you.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

- Give my regards to...?

- Helen.

- Helen.

It's actually
pretty impressive.

It's meant to be.

- Why did Eric and
Geoffrey Crammond fall out?

- I don't know, ma'am.

- Must've been a few mutters.

I thought this place
ran on gossip?

- Hear no evil, see no
evil, that's me, ma'am.

You might try the Alderbury.

What's that?

- It's a club they
used to drink in.

- A social club?

- Yes basically, but it likes
to pretend it's a cut above.

Some of the staff are members.

Those that fancy lording
it about a bit themselves.

Clerks.

Mainly.

Okay, that's
two people who said

that Crammond and Eric
had a bust-up.

- Yet Mister Crammond
failed to mention it to us.

Hey, what are you up to tonight?

Uh, well...

- I was thinking we
could go to the club

the Doorkeeper mentioned,
the, um...

- Alderbury.

- That's the one.

We'll go in low- key,
I'll buy the first round.

- I take it you haven't
heard from Helen.

- No, why?

- Look, you don't really
need me do you?

- Well, if you've got a more
pressing engagement Havers.

- Well, as a matter
of fact I, I do.

I do occasionally manage

a glimpse of a social
life, you know.

- Yes, yes, of course, sorry.

Inspector?

- Lynley.
- David Thompson.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Sorry to

leave you on your tod.

What's that, scotch?
- Irish actually.

- Ah, shall we step
into my office?

Bit of privacy.

- When was the last time
Eric visited the club?

- I don't know.

Last week some time, I think.

- Had you known him long?

- We were mates since
before our Navy days.

I'd get in trouble, he'd
get me out of it.

- What kind of trouble?

- Oh, the young sailors' kind.

More spit than polish,
know what I mean?

Well past that.

- Did you ever return the favor
and get him out of trouble?

- Well, it'd be wrong to say
that no such thing was unknown.

- Serious trouble?

No, no.

Oh,

there was a time

in some filthy basement
hole in Macau

where Eric lost his shore pay.

Very handy with a blade,
your Chinese.

Nothing we couldn't handle.

- Actually, I meant
more recently.

- He did bring a girl here.

I had a talk with him about it.

Not that it was ever
going anywhere.

- Who was she?

- One of your clones.

Professional political types.

All sharp suits and an eye
on the next opportunity.

The kind that Eric and
Crammond came here

to get away from, I thought.

- What was her name?

- Something posh.

Foreign-sounding.

It'll be in the club register.

Nice-looking girl though.

Too young and fast for him.

Ah!

Laetitia.

- Were they having an affair?

- He was making a bloody
fool of himself if they were.

Never saw her again.

- Did Marie know about her?

- He'd have been kipping
round mine if she had.

Hi.

May I um...?

- What?

- Martin.

- Oh.

- Am I your first?

- No, um, what?

Oh, this.

Um,

yeah.

Yes.

Um.

I, I'm not, um,

I don't...

Oh, Barbara.

- Hi.

That's a shame.

Well maybe we should--

- Can I have a go?

I, I'll be gentle.

Sorry.
- Ow.

- Sorry.

I think it's...

Oh!
- Ow!

Oops.

- Thank you.

How long have you known
Geoffrey Crammond?

- Since I was a youngster.

Sea Cadets, that's where
we all hooked up.

Geoffrey was a petty
officer, of course.

Yeah, I was never made out
for officer material myself.

- I understand that he and Eric

had a bit of a falling
out recently.

- Yeah, well,

chalk and cheese, that pair.

Oh, Geoff's a diamond bloke,
straight as they come.

Mainly because he's got a
poker stuck up his jacksie

most of the time.

He can be a right
pain.

- What was the argument about?

- Something to do with work.

They got very worked
up about it.

I don't know.

Eric probably wound him up.

He recommended me for the
manager's job, Eric did.

I was in a bit of a slump and
he pulls me out.

He sets me straight.

Mates, see.

- What was Eric's
connection with the club?

- Oh, he'd been a member
for years.

He was the treasurer.

Always had a keen eye for
the pennies, did Eric.

- I checked out Bellamy's alibi.

The old woman he visited
after Marie

reckons he only stayed
10 minutes.

Now if he didn't get
home till half eleven,

that's over an hour missing.

- Push him on it.

- Yeah.
- What are these?

Oh, you were right about
Thompson, he has got a record.

Demoted twice in the Navy
for violent behavior.

Never got beyond lead rating.

Then when he was discharged
he served three years for GBH.

- What are the details
on that one?

- Some bloke owed him money.

Thompson went round
beatin' lumps out of him

till he paid up.

Have you heard back

from the Marine Support
Unit yet?

- Yeah, if time of death
was around 10:30,

they reckon the body was
carried two miles up river

by the tide.

We've got divers searching
here for the weapon.

- Good, that's our one chance

of giving anything
meaningful to forensics.

That the Alderbury club?

- Yeah.

Thompson would have had
ready access to the river.

- Right.

First off, I want to talk to
Crammond about this argument

he didn't mention
having with Eric.

Oh, how'd it go last night?

- What?
- Well, the big night out.

Oh, that.

Uh, yeah, great.

No, no,
no, that'll have to wait

for the preliminary draft.
- Yes, Mr. Crammond.

Thank you.

What was
the argument about?

- Ah, it was nothing.

Petty disagreement.

- Significant enough for
your friends and colleagues

to mention it, but not you.

Why not?

Well, didn't
seem important.

- David Thompson told me it
was related to your work.

- Uh, well, I suppose it was.

A matter of procedure.

Papers that should
have been delivered

uh, were not.

- What papers?

- Internal papers.

It was just committee business.

They were recovered, of course,

but I have

certain responsibilities.

- Where were you between
9:30 and 11 o'clock

on Tuesday night?

- What do you mean?

- It's a simple enough
question, Mister Crammond.

- Uh...

Well, I was on my way home and,

at home.

- Can anyone verify that?

- I don't know.

I live alone.

I'm not sure.

- I suggest you make sure.

After all, you do have
your responsibilities

to consider.

- So, how did the client react?

- I'm afraid I'm not equipped
with your persuasive powers.

They don't
stretch that far.

- Politics is war, Laetitia.

- And war is politics
with bloodshed.

- So if it is war, pick the
side with the biggest tanks.

- Is that your working
principle?

- Isn't it yours?

Mr. Sadler?

- Yes, Sergeant...

- Havers.

- What can I do for,

Sorry, Laetitia Gane.
- Yeah, I know.

They said you'd be here.

Excuse me.

How well did you
know Eric Ramsey?

- As well as I know
most of the Doorkeepers.

- Oh, so they all take
you for drinks

to their club as well, do they?

- Well,

no, they don't.

- But you went with Ramsey?

- Yes.
- Because?

- Because he asked me.

He's a nice old man,
friendly, a gent,

and I don't meet many of those.

- Oh, thanks very much.

- Were you having an affair?

- No, we were not.

It was one time, one drink.

I mean,

he might have fancied
me, but no, no way.

I'm running late so,
um, if you'll excuse me.

I'll be in touch.

Were they?

- No.

I, I mean, I don't know,
but I don't think so.

- You don't seem sure.

- Well,

there did seem to be a bit of

a spring/autumn thing going
on, if you know what I mean.

Harmless, though.

- Is that what you believe,

or is that what you
would like to think?

- Maybe a bit of both.

I understood
your inquiries

were to be discreet.

And so they are.

- Well, perhaps your
definition of discretion

differs from mine.

This is not a museum, Inspector,
nor is it a public gallery

despite what people
seem to think.

This is a place of
extremely serious business.

Now, if you want a general
overview of committees

I suggest you talk to
Christine Miller.

She's Deputy Counsel
of Committees.

- Thank you.

So what about Crammond?

Mm.
- Oh, yes, sorry about that.

I seem to be immune to it now.

We were promised an
office in the new building

but that doesn't seem
to have happened.

Pay is a pittance, too.

- Why do you work here?

- My specialty is
international law and, well,

this is one of the
places it happens.

It isn't always about
money, is it?

- It'd be nice if it wasn't.

- Crammond's territory is the
EU Trade Affairs Committee

and like most clerks,
he's fiercely possessive.

- And if papers went missing?

- He'd scorch earth
finding them.

Papers do occasionally
go astray.

They usually turn up, but
Crammond would take it
personally.

- He does seem to take
his role rather seriously.

- Clerks do.

To be fair, Fanshaw
does have a tendency

to throw his toys
out of the pram

if things don't run the
way he thinks they should.

- Simon Fanshaw?

- The Committee Chair.

Do you know him?

- Oxford.

- Bet he was an arrogant
little sod there, too.

He was actually.

- Thought so.

Ooh, sorry.

Cappuccino next time,

my treat.

I don't believe it.

Tommy!

How fantastic.

- Pippa, lovely to see you.

- So much more interesting than
my terribly earnest clients.

And your terribly
dull husband.

Only when
you're working, darling.

Where have you been
hiding all these years?

- I told you he was
lurking around the place.

I'm sure not lurking.

- How's the investigation going?

- We're making progress.

- Dirty work, but someone's
got to do it.

- Could say the same for you.

Idealism is the
despot of thought, Tommy.

- As politics is the
despot of will,

to complete the Bakunin
quotation.

You always
had a retentive memory.

- Don't be so boring,
the pair of you.

I was so sorry to hear
about you and Helen.

I'm sure you must have
made a lovely couple.

I didn't know you--
- Oh, Helen and I go way back.

I hadn't met her for just ages,

then I met her at a landmines
fundraiser last week,

looking fantastic, I must say.

- Good.
- I mean,

it's so hard to move
on, isn't it?

One can get so bogged down

when something like
that happens,

but she really was in
fine form, I thought.

You're looking tired, Tommy.

- Must be all the lurking
I've been doing.

Tommy.

You must come to dinner.

How about Friday?

- I, I don't know if I can.

- No, no, no, no, no,
really, you must, I insist.

- I'll check my diary.

- I insist.

- All Eric's other bank accounts

were joint accounts with Marie.

He opened that one six
months ago in his own name.

Uh, the savings account.

- Large amounts going
in and out.

- Yeah, two deposits
totaling 15 grand

in the last two weeks.

Where does a Doorkeeper
to the House of Lords

get that kind of money?

Aren't they all on
services pensions?

That doesn't amount to much.

- He always had a keen
eye for the pennies.

Do you think he was having
an affair with Laetitia?

She was adamant
they weren't.

- Well, if they were, it
would give Marie motive.

She is a bit
of a Christian soldier

for murder, isn't she?

- Let not the cross
blind you to sin, Havers.

- What is that, the Bible?
- Experience.

- Right.

- I didn't know this
account even existed.

- Well, that's a lot of
money comin' in and out.

And there's also a regular
payment here to a loan company.

- I see it.

He told me he'd paid it off.

- Um,

paid what off?

- He got involved in this
pyramid scheme thing.

You know, recruit your
friends and make a packet.

By the time I found
out about it,

he owed a fortune and
all he had to show for it

was a garage full of vitamin B.

He,

he gambled, too.

Cards, horses, dogs,

whatever came along,
a bet's a bet.

It could be

difficult.

- Um,

does the name Laetitia
Gane mean anything to you?

Is she what Eric was hiding?

Were they having an affair,

or am I barking up
the wrong tree?

- I don't think your attitude
is very sensitive, Sergeant.

- You and Marie seem
pretty close.

- I try to give what
solace I can.

- I bet you do.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Well, I spoke to the old woman

that you visited the night
that Eric was murdered.

- Ivy.

- Yeah, Ivy.

She said that you
stayed 10 minutes.

- She gets confused.

- She seemed pretty
convinced to me.

- I'm sure she did.

She's also convinced

that her daughter brings
her Meals on Wheels.

Her daughter died
four years ago.

Ivy is in the early stages
of Alzheimer's.

- Oh.

I see.

- Is that her?

Take it.

I don't want that
filth in my house.

He swore no more secrets.

Before God,

he swore it.

Do you think
he was trying

to finance the affair
with Laetitia?

Well, she
seems like the Bond Street

presents type to me.

How long had
it been going on?

- Well, Marie reckoned
he'd been sort of secretive

for the last few months,

for about as long as
the money was coming in.

- Look at these, I mean,

she must have been in her
late teens, early 20s?

Maybe he knew her from
before the Lords.

- Maybe that's what he
was paying her for.

Photographs of her
as a young woman.

Obsessed.

- How did Marie react?

- Oh, she is an angry woman.

- Sir.

We've got something.

- Look after that, will you?

Thanks.

- Right.

Here

and here.

Blood.

- Somebody could easily
back a car up

to the end of that alley
without being noticed.

- Down here, sir!

Here.

It's what the divers found.

- Lafferty was absolutely right.

We'll get that tested
immediately.

- There are no pubs or bars

for checking out potential
witnesses.

- No, but the Alderbury club's
only quarter of a mile away.

Come on.

- There's two.

They don't
cover the entrance.

- That does.

- Stop.

Ramsey.
- Yeah.

So he was at the
Alderbury club that night.

Who's that with him?

Thompson?

- Possibly.

Looks like Thompson lied.

Can you get that enhanced?

Why did Eric Ramsey come
to the Alderbury club

on the night of his murder?

- He didn't.

Recognize this?

- Club register.

How about this?

- Eric's signature.

- What was Eric Ramsey
doing at the Alderbury club

on the night of his murder?

- We were discussing
club policy.

- You're out of practice, David.

- What do you mean?
- Lying to the police.

How much did that bloke owe you?

The one you beat to a pulp?

- I deserved the time
I did and I regret it.

Yes, not as
much as he does, I imagine.

- I had a problem, all right?

Out of control.

- Is that what happened
with Eric?

- No.

What time
did you get home?

- Some time after 11.

- Can you prove it?

- I doubt it.

- Eric had been depositing

large amounts of money
into his bank account.

Where did that money come from?

- I have no idea.

- Do I have to get a warrant
to search the club's accounts?

- You'll do whatever
you bloody please,

like coppers always do.

I was doing him a favor.

- What kind of favor?

- He was skimming from the club.

What did he think,
I'm a total moron?

- Maybe that's why
he got you the job.

- Did you tell the police?

- Look, we was mates.

Some things you just don't do.

I wanted to give him a
chance to put the money back.

- Why did he take it
in the first place?

- Debts.

I occasionally

run a poker game
between friends.

- Your club doesn't have
a gaming license.

You could lose your job,
face prosecution.

- And you're getting on a
bit for Wormwood Scrubs.

- Is that what Eric
threatened to do

when you confronted
him about the money?

Expose your illegal
gambling racket?

- No.

- So you killed him?

- No, I did not.

What do you think?

- We know he's capable of it.

How did Bellamy's alibi hold up?

- Oh.

Well, he might have one

if Ivy knew what day
of the week it was.

What about Crammond?

- He was very evasive about
his argument with Eric

but he's still in the picture.

And then there's Laetitia.

As a student Laetitia
Gane was convicted

of both a public order
offense and keeping a brothel.

- What?

Well, that might explain
the photos.

- Nothing too big, though
just herself and a friend.

Community service and a fine.

- Yeah, but if Eric
knew about it,

he could've been
blackmailin' her.

I'm not
a policy maker.

I'm not making recommendations.

All I'm looking to achieve today

is to put the most accurate
information,

the facts

at your disposal.

Thank you.

- Cogent, clear and
commendably brief.

- Not too hard sell, I hope?

- You can be sure we'll
read this with interest.

Thank you, Laetitia.
- Thank you.

- Tommy.

Not still stalking your
killer, are you?

- I'm afraid so.

- Wouldn't be surprised
if Lord Ainscough

didn't carry a switchblade
up his sleeve.

- Lynley.

- What can I do for you?

- Actually, we're here
to see Miss Gane.

Really?

If you'll excuse us.

- Of course, of course.

- Miss Gane.
- Inspector.

I understand you know
Sergeant Havers.

- How can I help you?

- How well did you
know Eric Ramsey

before he asked you to
the Alderbury club?

- As long as I've been
working at the House.

18 months?

- You sure you didn't
know him longer than that?

- I don't think so, no.

- Can you explain why
he had these photographs

in his possession?

- How did you...

Where did you--
- Were they related

to your conviction
for prostitution?

- Not here.

- He's fine.

Unless you'd rather come
down the station.

- No, no.

These are from a long time
ago, a different life.

- Your life.
- Yes.

Yes, I got into debt
at uni, big debt.

First time away from
home I went a bit wild.

- You're tellin' me.

- I've never been hung up
about my body, Sergeant.

Or sex.

Sometimes it's good,

sometimes it's bad,
sometimes it's just sport.

People want it and
they're prepared to pay.

All I was doing was meeting
a market need.

It was practically
work experience.

If you're safe, selective?

I mean, it's,

it's not "nice,"

but it's not exactly
gutting chickens either.

And the money's better.

- So, Ramsey,

was a client?

- One of my regulars.

Never more than that,
I had strict rules.

- Why did he want these?

- I'm sure you can
guess, Inspector.

He paid for them.

- Did you continue to see him?

- No, that life ended the
moment I paid off my debts.

Plus a bit of pocket money.

Imagine my delight when
I walked in the House

on my first day and one
of my old punters

opened the door for me.

- So why did he take
you to the Alderbury?

Was he trying to blackmail you?

- No, he wanted to negotiate
a new financial arrangement.

I said no.

In a nice way, he was
an all-right bloke.

But, no, no way.

- Where were you
on Tuesday night?

- Met a friend for
a drink, went home.

- And what about your,
uh public order offense?

- That was just a student demo.

There was a whole bunch of
us, it's just silly, really.

Will that be all?

- For the moment.

- If Eric was blackmailing
Laetitia

then that would give
her strong motive.

- Yeah.

Hey, wait a second.

Mr. Sadler?

Can I help
you, Inspector?

- Yes, I believe you
work with Laetitia Gane.

- Our paths do cross.

- In what capacity?

- She works for a firm lobbying

on behalf of an American company

interested in the
workings of the committee.

To put it crudely, they're
pitching for business

and she's the mouthpiece.

- And if she's successful?

- Next rung up the ladder.
- Which would be?

- An extremely lucrative
posting in the States

I should imagine.

Laetitia's a very
ambitious woman.

- Politically or financially?

- Financially.

Most disappointed idealists

end up following the
profit, don't they?

She doesn't
strike me as an idealist.

- We all have a burst
of youthful fervor.

Some of us manage to hang
on to it, others don't.

- How did she get into politics?

- University I think.

Is that all?

I've got to--

- Of course.
- Thanks.

- Do you fancy a drink?

Oh, you've got your date.

- How did you know I had a date?

- What you said,
I just assumed...

- Oh, you did, did you?

Well, as it happens I
do have a date tonight.

- Who's the lucky man?

- Um, he's, uh...

I can't remember his name.

Well, um...

I joined one of those
dating agencies.

- Really?

- What?

- Just, really?

- Well, I paid good
money for it.

Well, I just thought sometimes
it would be nice to...

Well I mean it's easy for you.

- Is it?

- Well it could be.

Have you phoned Helen yet?

- No.

What do you think?

- Seems nice enough.

- Yeah, well I'd better
not be late.

- No, no, off you go.
- Yeah, I better go.

See you.

- So, uh, what's it
like being a cop?

- Uh,

well, it's what I do you know?

I, well, sometimes...

What kind of music you into?

- Um...

well, you'll probably laugh--

- Well, I'm pretty
eclectic myself.

I like, mix it up, yeah?

Do a bit of DJ-ing
myself actually,

at this really cool little bar.

Mm!

You should come.

You'd love it.

- Well, I don't think
that our buddy--

- You ever been travelin'?

I went to Peru last year.

Well, kind of a holiday, really.

But wicked, you know?

Amazing people, like,
really cool.

So, I was thinking

maybe you want to come
back to mine, yeah?

No pressure, just to
chill a bit, yeah?

Get to, like, really
know each other?

- Uh...

You know what, mate, um...

Yeah, thanks for the
drink but, um...

you should really learn
to listen a bit more.

Good night.

Oh, morning.

- Pleasant evening?

Any luck?

- Before

and after, the enhanced image.

Crammond.

I take it your date wasn't
quite what you'd hoped for.

Let's just
say he wasn't my type.

Ah.

Will you do it again?

- Well, I've paid the money.

Gets me out the house.

Mister Crammond?

Mister Crammond?

Mister Crammond?

Mister
Crammond hasn't yet come in

this morning, Inspector,

and I cannot have you
hectoring the House staff.

There've been rumblings
from their Lordships.

- Mister Crammond is a suspect
in a murder investigation.

- Nevertheless, you must
understand the repercussions.

It's only a matter of time

before some snuffling
newshound gets wind

of your investigation
and the media will then--

- Oh, sorry.

Um, I'll take it.

As I was saying.

It is only a matter of time
before the media will--

- Sorry.

Sir, I think you'd
better take this.

- Excuse me.

Hello?

What?

Yes.

What have we got?

Oh, I'm
late for court, sorry.

- This is murder, Lafferty.

- Well, similar MO
to the last time.

I'll get you a report
as quickly as possible.

Well, you're not the
only body in town.

- Oh, mine's a hot and spicy
with pineapple and mushroom.

- Practical bloody transport!

- Can you turn him over, please?

- Is that the same knot?

- Yeah.

- SOCO's says there
were no blood traces

found in Crammond's flat.

So it doesn't look like
he was beaten there.

The stereo and the
TV are missing

but the only fingerprints they
found belonged to Crammond.

- So whoever broke in was
chaotic enough to wreck the
place

but careful enough
to use gloves.

- Yeah.

- Fibers?

- Um, nothing immediately
suspicious.

- That's a lot of
trouble to go to

for some electrical goods.

- Okay, what if he was mugged?

He tells them he's
got cash at home,

they threaten him, go too far.

- Or perhaps, they
witness the murder,

and then get the
ID from the body,

take the opportunity
to rob the flat.

- Hmm.

- Or coincidence?

No, me neither.

Ooh, look at this.

Laetitia Gane's public
order offense

wasn't just another
student demo.

She was in one of those
extremist anti-globalization
groups.

- Before her dramatic
conversion to the dollar.

- Yeah, I wonder what the
comrades think of that.

- Wrists were tied with the
same knot like you said,

and there was a similar
pattern to the contusions

and abrasions but much more
extensive and more pronounced.

Hard enough to cause
intramuscular bleeding.

The guy took a real beating.

- But how was he killed?

- Well, not with a hammer.

Cause of death was myocardial
infarction.

The guy's arteries were
like fatty black pudding.

High cholesterol.

He was getting on, so.

Me, I'm in me prime.

- It was a heart attack?

- Well, brought on by
the stress of the attack.

- Well, still makes it murder.

- Well, that's your
job isn't it?

All we do here is
slice and dice.

- So, both murder victims
were tied and beaten first.

That's the same MO as
Thompson's GBH conviction.

- Thompson certainly had
the motive to kill Eric.

Why don't you go to
the Alderbury club

and check out his alibi?

- Yeah, what about you?

- Well, the most important
thing to Crammond was his work.

If I want an insight into
his drives and motivations,

that seems like a good
place to start.

I'll give you a lift.
- All right.

- Crammond's role as clerk

was quite simply to
run the committee.

- Which involved?

- Coordinating schedules,
compiling minutes,

collating and disseminating
evidence and agendas.

Drafting summary reports in
liaison with Counsel's office.

Chairing the thing's a
breeze by comparison.

All I have to do is turn up.

- What's the committee's remit?

- Economic and financial affairs

and international trade
within the EU.

Import-export issues,
that sort of thing.

Tidying up slack drafting
as much as anything.

Two good men dead.

What's this all about
really, Tommy?

- I was rather hoping you
might help me with that.

- Hmm, sorry to let you down.

Legislation is a hard and
surprisingly tedious slog.

We are somewhat shielded
from the grimmer realities

of life beyond the gates.

Now, dinner.

- Oh, well, actually I--
- 7:30 for 8 suit?

- Yes, of course.
- Jolly good.

Thompson was
at the club till 8:30

and then he claims he went
straight home after that.

So, he's
still in the frame?

Well, he says he
had a visit from the plumber

around the time of death.

Blocked pipe or something.

- Corroborate it, will you?
- Yes, sir.

So, do you have

another assignation
planned for this evening?

- Well, it's just a date.

It's no big romance.

Never say
never, Havers.

Yeah. Oh, uh, sir?

Um.
- Yeah?

- Well, it's nothing
really, I'm sorry.

It's just...

Well, I've got this feeling
that I'm being watched.

- Probably another admirer.

- Well, no, no, it's not that.

It's just...

Well, tonight there
was this guy and,

well I could have sworn that...

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Havers?

- No, I'm fine.

I've just been on me
own too long I think.

I'll be talking to
the walls next.

- Well, um, have a good evening.

- Yeah, good night.
- Night.

- Tommy, you are appalling.

So rude!

- Sorry, work.

- You need to indulge
yourself a little.

Or a lot.

Now, Joanna you know.

- Hello.
- Sara Longley,

and her fiance Sanjiv.
- Hello.

- Rachel Curran, the notorious
television journalist.

Pleased to meet you.

- And Joseph Frady.

Joe thinks he's pitching
for business,

but I'm afraid he's
going to find

this is a purely social event.

Marvelous.

So, what brings
you to London?

- My company is hoping to
persuade Simon and his committee

that the future lies
with Mercury Aeronautics.

- It's not my committee,
Joe, as you will see.

- Is that an indication of
the committee's intentions?

- It's a reminder
that any attempt

to influence a Lord's
committee would be like

politely asking a herd of
rampaging buffalo to turn left.

They go where they will.

All I do is record
the direction.

- Yeah.

I'm sure you underestimate
your powers.

- Well, that would be a first.

- You know Simon from
Oxford, don't you?

Yes.

- What did you study?
- History.

First class
honors, of course.

Swot.

- What made a first class
honors graduate

of Oxford University
join the police force?

- Good question.

- Some of us want to make a
difference, don't we, Tommy?

- Something like that.

- The public service
ethic is deeply ingrained

in the English aristocracy.

That's why we're all
broke, of course.

- You're hardly knocking on
the workhouse door, Simon.

- Oh, it's all on tick.

- In my experience, public
service is grossly undervalued.

- A London bobby's financial
lot is not a happy one,

I imagine?

- I'm adequately rewarded
for the job that I do.

- Nothing compared to
what you could get

in the private sector.

Perhaps not.

- The sky's the limit
for those who know

how to capitalize on
their opportunities.

- I'm sure that's true.

- The real question is
whether you can recognize

and act on that opportunity
if it presents itself.

Can you, Inspector?

- Well, I think that
rather depends

on the nature of
that opportunity.

- You better not be
talking business.

Especially not your business.

Far too gruesome.

- Sorry.

Oh, damn.

Have you had any more
of those weird feelings?

- What?

Oh.

No.

- What made you think of it?

- Well nothing, just,

well, the way this bloke
looked at me, like,

well I should be flattered,
really.

Well, I don't know, it's
just me being paranoid.

- I wonder.

What connections have we
got between the two victims?

- Um, well, they both worked
for the House of Lords.

They were both friends
but they fell out.

Something to do with the job.

- Yeah.

And a few days later
they were both dead.

But perhaps that argument
wasn't such a petty quarrel.

- Do we actually know
what it was about?

- Mislaid papers, apparently.

Documents relating
to a committee

that Crammond was particularly
conscie-,

conscientious about.

- What?

So, Eric hands the documents
to Crammond.

- And he knew that the papers

had been stolen from the Lords.

And he knew Eric
had stolen them.

That's what they're arguing
about, he wants them back.

- Why did Eric steal
them in the first place?

- He needed the cash
to pay off his debts.

If somebody else wanted
those papers badly enough

he could sell them.

- Yeah, but he gave
them to Crammond.

- Crammond's flat.

It wasn't burgled at all.

It was searched.

- Uh, we've got a box of
stuff from Crammond's flat

in the evidence room.

There's nothing obviously
related to the Lords.

- No.

Maybe they found what
they were looking for.

- Yeah, and probably
killed Crammond.

- Well, no, because if
they knew he was dead

they wouldn't need to
cover their tracks

and make it look like burglary.

- Okay, so,

they knew what they were doing.

- Yes, certainly did.

Special Branch?

If it's something to
do with the Lords

they might be interested.

- If the Branch wanted to keep
tabs on our investigation,

all they'd have to do is
throw their weight about.

I'd object, but they'd
win the argument.

- Well, some other branch
of national security then?

- Whoever it is we now have
to assume that they know

where we've been and
who we've spoken to.

They've probably even
been through our files.

- Okay, so what do they want?

- The document that Eric
gave to Crammond.

- But we're investigating
murder.

- That document might
be the key.

- If documents have been
misappropriated,

I must ask you to inform Lord
Fanshaw as Committee Chair,

at the very least.

- I'm afraid that
won't be possible.

- You do realize I'm
under enormous pressure

to make a statement to the press

regarding your investigation?

- I understand that.

It doesn't change my position.

- I cannot possibly
allow you access

to highly sensitive
government papers

without a more detailed
explanation.

- I'm sorry, the nature of my
investigation precludes that.

- What's so important about
these particular documents?

- I'd like to find out.

- Very well.

I'll grant you two hours'
access to the committee files.

You will be supervised
throughout that time

and in no circumstances
whatsoever

must any of those papers
leave the building.

Is that understood?
- Absolutely.

Thank you.

- Right.

These are all the documents

that came into the committee
office in the last month.

- Thank you, Mr. Tamworth.

What are we looking for?

- What's missing.

Ah.

Is that all?

- No.

You've got two hours.

- What?

What are you gonna do?

- Like a nice cup of tea?

- I think I'm going to need it.

Thank you, Mr. Tamworth.

- I've told you already.

It's been cleared by
Black Rod's office.

This is not something
you need to worry about.

Thank you.

Okay.

- What was all that about?

- Oh, Black Rod.

18th-century costume,
18-century grasp of the media.

- Isn't that when the
press finally won the right

to report the Parliamentary
proceedings?

- Something I think he considers
to be a very bad decision.

What can I do for you?

- You said Laetitia Gane
works for a lobbying firm.

Which firm?
- Bell Regis Public Affairs.

- And what company do they
represent at the moment?

- Well, their main client
is Mercury Aeronautics.

- The American firm?

- Yes, that's right.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

You're in a hurry,
I'll let you go.

Thanks, sorry, It's all
kicking off a bit today.

Hi.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

- Well?

- It's, it's not looking good.

This is the third pile
I've been through.

Mr. Tamworth?

- Uh, yes, ma'am?

- Any chance of another cuppa?

- Yes, it's about that
time again, isn't it?

How do you take yours, sir?

- White, no sugar.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Tamworth.

So, what is it?

- It's a dossier of
a defense system

made by Mercury Aeronautics.

But the page count doesn't
match the cover sheet.

There are seven pages missing.

- What are they about?

- Well, I don't know,

but the cover sheet has the
original circulation list

to Geoffrey Crammond, Tim Sadler

and Viscount Featherstonehaugh,
whoever that is.

- That's Fanshaw.

That's not how it's spelled.

It's pronounced that way by
um, by convention, I suppose.

- That's stupid.

Yeah, doorkeepers have access

to every room in this building.

- That would make me
Sergeant Hay-vars?

- They know who's done
what, who they did it to,

and whether they're going
to do it again.

That would
make you Inspector Lah-lah.

Thank you.

- Sorry.

- You know, it would
be perfectly easy

for Eric to steal these
pages, but he would have had

to have understood their
significance first.

- Well, Crammond would've
handled every single paper

related to committee business.

He'd know.

- We find these pages,
we find our motive.

- Yeah.

But we're not the
only ones looking.

- Print.

- Sorry, Mr. Tamworth.

Let me help you with that.

- Have you got them, sir?
- Yeah.

- Ah!

Oh, I don't suppose there's
any chance of biscuits,

is there?
- Biscuits, ma'am?

Of course.

- Okay.

Miss Miller?

- Inspector.

How nice to see you.

- And you.

- What is it you need to know?

- There's seven pages
missing from that document.

I want to know what
they're about.

- These papers are
classified, strictly speaking.

How did you come across them?

- I'd rather not say.

- Very cloak and dagger.

It really is quite
stunning, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Easy enough to forget that.

- Mm, swallowed up in our jobs,

what we think our lives
are, we miss so much.

Shall we walk?

- Why not?

- This document is background
to an important decision

the subcommittee have to
make, a simple choice.

- Between what?

- There's a defense contract
up for grabs,

a guidance system.

- Sounds expensive.
- Billions.

Two contractors are
in the running,

one European and one American.

- Is that a delicate decision?

- A political decision.

Whisper is it's going to
our European neighbors.

In these troubled times we need
all the friends we can get.

It's Fanshaw's job to
nudge the committee

in the direction the
government favor.

Though I'd be surprised if he
put his shoulder to the wheel.

- Why?

- Politics is simpler
than you think.

It all boils down to money
in one way or another.

The findings on the report

of the American system
are not here.

That's what's on your
missing pages.

- Really?

Thank you.

Thank you, you've
been most helpful.

- My pleasure.

Here.

I still owe you that cappuccino.

Good night, Inspector.

Thank you
for your support.

I'll see you later.

Thank you, Ms. Gane.

- Good morning, Inspector.

What can I do for you?

- What happens to Mercury
Aeronautics

if they win the defense
contract?

- They get rich.
- What happens to you?

- I get a bonus.

- In what form?

- Cash, some shares, and
a transfer to Washington.

- Really?

- America's still where
it's at, globally speaking.

- In spite of your
colorful past?

- What do you mean?

- If I wanted a lucrative
American posting

I don't imagine a history
of anti-capitalist activism

could possibly count
in my favor.

Tell me, are you
still in contact

with your comrades, Laetitia?

- No, I am not.

- The most radical revolutionary
becomes a conservative

the day after the revolution.

Isn't that how it goes?

Or in your case at the first
glimpse of an expense account.

- What do you want?

- Did Eric Ramsey offer
to sell you documents

relating to the committee's
decision

on the defense contract?
- No.

- Did you know he had them?
- No.

- What's Simon Fanshaw's
connection

with Mercury Aeronautics?

- He hasn't got one.

- Then who has?

This is about the brutal
murder of two men,

both of whom you knew.

If you have any information

regarding my investigation
you must tell me.

Or have you sacrificed
moral decency

along with your youthful
principles?

- Simon Fanshaw hasn't
got a connection

with Mercury Aeronautics.

But his wife has.

- Pippa.

- I'm not in a position
to speculate

on the committee's final
recommendation,

and you wouldn't expect
me to do that.

What I will say is that the
process has been thorough,

even forensic at times,

and that whatever
our recommendation

the country's best interests

have been uppermost
in our thoughts.

Thank you.

- How can you be sure
that personal interests

have played no part
in the process?

- I think the questioner betrays
his lack of understanding

of the committee process.

I would refer you to the
members' declaration of
interests

and assure you that
our deliberations

have been made in an
entirely objective manner.

Thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

What the hell was
that in aid of?

- I'm developing an interest
in the political process.

- Has this interest sprung
from the police process?

- Yeah, it seems
to have taken on

an unexpectedly personal
dimension.

- It was always personal
with us, Tommy.

Nothing.

Any luck?
- Nope.

- What's our current thinking

on being under constant
surveillance?

- Well, it needn't necessarily
be a government agency.

This is all somehow related

to the committee's decision
on the guidance system.

There's billions of dollars
at stake here.

A corporation like Mercury
Aeronautics,

they can afford the best
professional assistance.

- A private firm?

- Security consultants offer
a wide spectrum of services

for the right price.

- Well, if they were
so professional

they would've have found
the test report,

no matter where Crammond hid it.

- If they found the test report

they wouldn't need to keep
us under surveillance.

Okay.

- Eric gave the report
to Crammond

and was murdered
later that night.

Crammond then knew the
report was worth killing for.

If I was him I wouldn't want
to risk bringing it home.

I'd want to find somewhere
much safer,

somewhere no one else knew
I had a connection with.

We shouldn't be looking
for a hiding place here.

We should be looking for a lead

that takes us somewhere else.

- A safety deposit box?

- No, he'd want somewhere

with more immediate
access than that.

- Okay.

Sir.

What if we do find it?

I mean, two people have
already been murdered for it.

Sir.

Eric's body was dumped in
the river near the Alderbury.

Now, Crammond and he
were both members

and Thompson was a friend
of both of them and, well,

we know that Thompson
covered for Eric, so...

It's a fair cop.

Book him, Danno.

- We found this in
Crammond's flat.

- Mm, mm.

Good summer, that.

Won six straight, including
Head of the River.

Eric was our bowman.

He caught a crab at the start

but we rowed right
through the lot of them.

Good crew, see.

Me.

Eric.

Geoff.

Mickey Goldberg.

He was the first to go.

Cancer.

'93.

Every year, big joke, talk
about getting on the water.

Every year, we don't.

Why didn't Eric just ask me?

I mean,

if he wanted money that bad

I would have found it
for him somewhere.

Only had to ask.

Didn't have to thieve.

Didn't have to lie to me.

It happens a lot these days.

Hmm.

Age, I suppose.

Mates.

You know.

- Did Geoffrey give you
a document to look after?

- No.

He said he was in trouble, and
he needed to hide something.

Eric, I wouldn't have been
surprised, but Geoff...

I didn't ask any questions.

- Did he tell you
where he hid it?

- I told him.

Perfect place.

Ideal.

- If you see anything
suspicious, call me.

Okay?

What?

- Hey, budge up.

- Well?

- It's the preliminary
evaluation

of Mercury Aeronautics'
guidance system.

Future targets, extended
time scales,

even budgetary modifications.

Meaning?
- Meaning,

it works.

But it's gonna cost a lot
more than anyone imagined.

Who gains by suppressing
the report?

The Americans?

Yeah.

Or anybody connected
to the American bid

to Mercury Aeronautics.

- After university Simon
Fanshaw's wife Pippa

spent four years in the States.

Apparently that's
where they met.

And at the time, she was working

for GRP Macgregor Associates,

which was Mercury Aeronautics'
American P.R. firm.

And now she's non-exec director

of their British
representatives, Bell Regis.

- Fanshaw?
- It's a connection.

- What is it between you two?

- History.

Okay, so Fanshaw
needs the report to disappear.

He'd never deal with
Eric directly.

No, you're right.

Yeah, he'd
never trust a Doorkeeper

to do his dirty work.

- He'd want someone closer,
someone with personal loyalty.

Someone whose ambition
he could use as leverage.

- Tim Sadler's the only name
on the circulation list.

- Okay, on the 13th, Tim
Sadler withdrew five grand.

- On the 14th, Eric's account
was credited with five grand.

- Yeah, and on the 20th,

there was a withdrawal
of 10 grand.

- On the 21st, 10,000 pounds
was added to Eric's account.

- So Eric was blackmailing
Sadler.

But did Sadler kill him?

- Let's ask go and ask.

- What I don't get is how
Eric persuaded Crammond

not to go to his superiors

when he discovered the
test report was missing.

- Maybe he did.

- Fanshaw.

Sir, what do we do once
we've brought Sadler in?

- How do you mean?

- This goes way up the ladder.

- Inspector Lynley.
- Can we come in?

- I don't, it's not
very convenient.

- I'm afraid that's beside
the point, Mr. Sadler.

Save
the Imam Ali shrine.

Although he's always turned away

from politics, this time, the--

- You'd better sit down.

What can I do for you?

As I say, this is really
inconvenient.

I've got a meeting, some
people I need to see.

- Did Eric Ramsey offer to
sell you some documents?

- Documents, what documents?

- The test report that
jeopardizes Mercury
Aeronautics' bid

for the defense contract.

- What report?

I've no idea what that is.

- The report you paid
Ramsey 15,000 pounds for.

- I don't know what you mean.

- He just kept upping
his price, didn't he?

This is ridiculous.

- That why you killed him?
- What?

- He promised to sell you the
report, but when it came to it

he just upped the price again.

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

- Did he threaten you?

Say he'd go public?

- No.

- You'd lose everything.

Reputation, career,
so you killed him.

- No!

- I could see how
that might happen.

I mean, you were desperate,
you weren't thinking straight.

- What about Crammond?
- You lashed out.

Tying him
up, beating him,

torturing--
- No!

- An old man?

I mean, that is,
that is vicious.

That is cold.
- No, I didn't mean to...

- You didn't mean to kill him.

- It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

- What do you mean?

- It's a game.

That's what you think.

What it becomes.

- What?

- Power, the getting of
it, the keeping of it.

You forget it's about people.

I'm not a murderer,
I'm not that man!

- But you killed them.

- You want to achieve
things, to get places,

to influence people.

And you think you
know what's right,

but then you find...

I only meant to knock Eric out,

to get the report.

- Why did you tie him up

before you threw his
body in the river?

- I thought it might
put you off the scent.

I knew he owed money to
that nutter Thompson.

- What about Crammond?

- He wouldn't tell me
where he put the report.

I only meant scare him.

I didn't know he was
going to die on me.

He didn't understand the
pressure I was under!

- Who put you up to it?

- What?

- Who put you under
that pressure?

Who wanted the report to vanish?

- I don't know what you mean.

- It's Simon Fanshaw, isn't it?

If you cooperate with us,

if you make a full statement,

it'll make a big difference
to your trial.

Don't let them make you
a scapegoat, Tim.

- Tim Sadler, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

- Thank you.

Here you go.

- Sir.

The documents are gone.

- What was that?

- Cheers, Simon. Cheers.

- I told you...

Sorry.

- It's all right,
we're old friends.

- No, we're not.
- Oh, dear.

Have we fallen out?

- You had Tim Sadler
killed, didn't you?

- I beg your pardon?

Don't be absurd.

- I've seen the test report.

- What test report?

- The report you asked
Sadler to make disappear.

The report that would've lost
your company the contract.

The report your men
killed him for

in broad daylight,
impersonating police officers.

- I run a manufacturing
business, Inspector,

not an assassination squad.

- I'm gonna prove otherwise.

- Really?

You have proof?

- You want to think
very carefully

before making such
inflammatory accusations.

The wise man proportions
his belief to the evidence.

- Oh, I'll find the evidence.

- I very much doubt that.

- I know what you've done.

- What you think you know

and what you can prove
are very different things.

I'm

just clinging to coattails
here, Tommy.

Real power follows the money.

- Um, I've circulated
descriptions

of the two bogus police officers

and details of the
car that they used.

- They won't find it.

Won't find them, either.
- You don't know that.

What about Fanshaw?

- We've got no evidence
against him and he knows it.

I can't believe Helen
would socialize

with a woman like that.

- Who?

- Fanshaw's wife, Pippa.

- Are you gonna tell
Helen about this?

- Well, how can I?

If those are the people she
chooses to mix with, well.

- Um, I should get going.

- Yeah, yeah.

Can't keep your latest
beau waiting, can we?

- Um, no.

Good night, sir.

- Hi, I'm Barbara.

Um, hello.

Uh, Barbara Havers.

Hi.

I'm Barbara.

Uh, you must be

Stuart.

Uh, Barbara.

Hi, I'm Barbie, nice
to meet you.

Lord Fanshaw
made a statement earlier today.

- My definition of good
government policy

would be what is best
for the country.

Our role as a committee
is to get the best,

most cost-effective
solution for taxpayers,

not the government.

We believe the American
system future-proofs us

against all poss-