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-Detective inspector. -Sergeant?

Ah, Durrant. Ian Durrant.

We, uh, we met when I found

that poor lad dead behind the wheel of his van.

-Of course. -Yeah.

I was on duty today, so I didn't get to the service.

Oh, it was very, uh, appropriate.

Right.

Did you know the chief super well?

Oh, we went way back, yeah.

Anyway, it was nice to see you again.

Yeah, you, too.

-Cheers. -Who was that?

The officer who found Harry Steadman

dead at the wheel.

Yeah, people were wondering

if you wanted to say a few words.

What would I say?

That my ex-husband was a corrupt officer, uh,

and helped cover up a series of murders?

Saskia.

Are you okay?

Saskia?

Detective Cole.

Black male, early 20s, single stab wound to the abdomen.

They reckon he's been dead about eight to ten hours.

There's no blood trail or spatter.

Seems like he died where he fell.

The knife's in the right hand. Could it be suicide?

SOCOs don't think so, they reckon

he would have dropped the knife as he went down.

Yeah, so it was placed there. By the killer?

-It's looking that way. -Any ID?

There's a phone, but it's password-protected.

There's no wallet. Just a car key fob.

Billie's out looking for the victim's vehicle now.

Okay.

Her name's Saskia.

Um, moved in about six weeks ago.

The guy on the floor, did you recognize him?

No. I-I-I couldn't even look at him.

5'10", black, early 20s.

Yeah, yeah, I-I've seen her with someone like that

a couple of times.

Yeah. Mind you...

What?

I've seen her with loads of men.

It's my strong suspicion that she's a,

you know, sex-worker.

What about last night? Did you see or hear anything unusual?

Oh, loud music, raised voices. Not that that's unusual.

She's always, always kicking off at someone.

Were they male or female, these voices?

Both.

When was this?

About 10:00.

Yeah, I was frightened Saskia was gonna wake the baby,

but then I fell asleep myself.

Sorry, I need a word. It's urgent.

No way!

So our victim's a serving

police officer?

-Vivienne? -We've got..

A bit of a situation here.

Our murder victim is a serving police officer.

What do we know about him?

Uh, Constable Vincent Jarvis,

stationed London Central, lived with his mother.

She phoned in this morning, she was worried

that his bed hadn't been slept in.

I'll visit the mother before it leaks to the press

that a police officer has been murdered.

Shall I get Billie to meet you there? She's...

She's very good at the emotional stuff.

-Good idea. -Uh, okay.

I'll text you the address. Oh, and...

-There's something else. -Go on.

Young police officer, black, stabbed in the abdomen,

knife in hand, most likely planted.

Does that remind you of anyone?

Police Constable Tyler Bates. It's a bit of a long shot.

Yeah, but it's worth bearing in mind.

Mm. Totally.

Is it about Vincent?

-It is. -Better come in.

Take a seat, Mrs. Jarvis.

We are very sorry to have to tell you, Mrs. Jarvis,

that your son is dead.

How? What happened?

He was stabbed.

-Sergeant Durrant? -Uh, that's me.

I'm Detective Sergeant Vivienne Cole. Um...

Weren't you at the chief super's wake last night?

I was. My, uh, my condolences for your loss.

Uh, we were divorced. It was a long time ago.

Well, I'm sorry I'm gonna be the bearer of more bad news.

Police Constable Vincent Jarvis has been found dead.

-You're joking. -No.

It looks like he's been murdered.

Now, according to this CAD report, you were called

to an incident with Vincent yesterday afternoon.

Can you tell me what happened?

Yeah, of, uh, of course. Um...

Police Constable Jarvis had stopped

a Mr. George Stubbs.

Jarvis was acting on a tip-off

that Stubbs had drugs in his possession.

Uh, Mr. Stubbs complained about the stop-and-search,

so I attended the scene and resolved the situation.

Resolved? How?

Uh, the complainant was satisfied with my apology.

-And went on his way. -Okay.

-And no drugs were found? -None.

Do you know where Jarvis got his tip-off from?

He wouldn't tell me.

What did you do about that?

Uh, I didn't go as far as discipline.

I mean, I would have only ended up looking like the bad guy,

so I just, uh, gave him some words of advice.

These kids, you know, the way they recruit them,

take all sorts as long as it ticks a box.

I am, um, sorry to hear about Police Constable Jarvis. I'm...

I'm really sorry.

-Thanks for your help. -Yeah.

Been talking to Vincent's colleagues.

He was very popular. They're absolutely gutted.

-Well, not quite all of them. -What do you mean?

Well, I was talking to a Sergeant Durrant.

I mean, he said he was sorry, but...

-But? -But I didn't quite believe him.

Vincent got home about 7:00.

Um, he clearly hadn't had a good day at work,

but he didn't want to talk about it.

What time did he go out?

Um, well, we'd had our tea.

I watched TV and Vincent went up to his room

to play computer games.

He was back down again before 10:00

because we always watch the news...together.

Take your time.

He, he got a text.

-Do you know who it was from? -No.

He said it was from a mate.

He had to go out.

He never came back.

According to his mum, Vincent only ever wanted

to be a police officer, she also confirmed

that Vincent was lefthanded.

So it's increasingly likely the knife was planted

in his right hand?

What we need to know is who

texted Vincent just before 10 p.m.

I'm waiting for a response from Vincent's service provider.

Any news on the tenant from the crime scene?

-Saskia Dunleavy? -Nothing.

What about her friends and family?

Saskia grew up in care.

We haven't found anyone to talk to us yet.

Right. If we don't find her soon, I'll do an appeal.

Young black policeman stabbed. Knife planted on him.

Isn't that the same MO as the murder of

Police Constable Tyler Bates outside that pub?

But you'd already thought of that?

Yeah, it struck me straightaway.

But we need to make a more concrete connection

if we're gonna link the two investigations.

So Tyler Bates and Vincent Jarvis

could have been killed by the same person?

A serving police officer?

The same psycho who threatened my kids.

If we lock him up, you get your family back.

Either of you seen this girl?

Her name is Saskia.

The tech team have got into Vincent Jarvis' phone.

It was Saskia Dunleavy who texted him last night.

-What did she say? -Just one word.

-"Help." -How do we know it was from her?

Well, she and Vincent have been messaging the past few weeks.

-In a relationship? -It looks that way.

You okay?

Just had the deputy assistant commissioner on the phone,

not putting pressure on us to find out

who killed Constable Jarvis.

Well, it is high-profile.

Sorry.

No, I'm-I'm sorry.

Your ex-husband was buried yesterday. Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm absolutely fine.

Uh, look, Rob's found something

in Saskia Dunleavy's phone records.

Threatening messages from the downstairs neighbour.

-Kelly Thompson. -How threatening?

Downright nasty.

I presume this Kelly didn't

mention it when you spoke to her.

-Of course she didn't. -Nick her for harassment.

That should encourage her to tell us the truth.

-Hey. -Uh...

Did you get a hold of Kelly Thompson?

Yeah, we did. Rob's bringing her in now.

Okay. Good.

I meant to ask, how was the funeral?

It was, you know, a funeral.

Did the chief super have any other relatives?

Uh, his parents are both dead

and his sister lives in New Zealand.

-So you ended up-- -Yeah.

Talking to people I haven't seen in 25 years.

-Well, how was that? -Yeah, I've had better days.

When you...found the chief super in that--

Uh, I know you mean well, Billie,

but, um,

Jack and I were divorced over 25 years ago.

But you must want to find the man who killed your ex-husband?

Yeah, yeah, of course I do.

-Did you go to the grave? -Yeah, for my sins.

No offence, sarge, but I just find it hard to believe that

you would watch your ex-husband being buried and feel nothing.

You know what I felt?

I felt furious

that someone so intelligent be so stupid.

I mean, there was me, Rob, the detective inspector,

the deputy assistant commissioner, all running around

stitching together this deal to guarantee his safety and...

What did Jack Mulgrew do?

He got himself killed.

Stupid.

These are the threatening text messages

you sent to Saskia Dunleavy.

What did she do to make you so upset?

Well, she complained about the baby crying.

Her... The cheek of her.

You-you should hear the noise she makes all day and night.

Did you see Saskia yesterday evening?

Yes.

Tell us what happened.

-Well, I went up there. -When?

About half 7:00.

Why did you do that?

To have it out with her.

Have what out?

What she did to George.

-George who? -George Stubbs.

Sorry, did you say George Stubbs?

Yeah.

What did Saskia do to George Stubbs?

Well, she told that police officer

that George had drugs in his car.

Which police officer?

The guy I found dead this morning.

What, the guy you couldn't even look at?

Oh.

What is George Stubbs to you?

He's the father of my baby.

George Stubbs, property developer, no criminal record.

I spoke to his wife, she hasn't seen George

since eight o'clock this morning.

Hasn't shown up for work and

he's not answering his phone.

He was stopped and searched by Constable Vincent Jarvis

yesterday afternoon, and he was not happy about it.

The patrol sergeant had to come out

and pour oil on troubled waters.

Did the officer search Stubbs' car?

Yeah. No sign of any drugs.

Kelly's convinced Constable Jarvis was given

a dodgy tip-off by her neighbour, Saskia Dunleavy.

Is that reason enough for George Stubbs to stab a police officer?

And plant a knife in his hand.

What exactly does Kelly say happened last night?

Um, George came around about 9:00, they had sex and a pizza

and then Kelly fell asleep and she didn't hear George leave.

So where's George Stubbs now?

And where the hell is Saskia Dunleavy?

That's great. Thanks.

Saskia Dunleavy's turned her phone on.

-At last. You got a location? -Yeah.

She's in Camberwell on Glenshade Road

heading for the Ferncott Estate.

Billie, let the detective inspector know

he can call off the press conference.

Shall we grab her before

she disappears again?

Well, thanks for nothing!

Saskia Dunleavy?

Chasing suspect south down Baker Street

towards the estate.

Stay there.

Hold your hands out.

Saskia Dunleavy, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not

mention when questioned something

which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given

in evidence. Do you understand?

Come on, let's go.

Boss.

Watch your head.

I didn't kill Vincent.

I loved him.

So who did?

Can't tell you that.

But you know?

Of course I know.

Let me get this straight.

A police officer is found dead in yourflat,

stabbed with one of yourkitchen knives.

You disappear from the crime scene

and we have to track you down and arrest you.

And you're telling us it wasn't you

who killed Police Constable Jarvis,

it was someone else, who you refuse to identify.

Yeah.

I'm scared of him.

Scared he could kill me, too.

-We can offer you protection. -From him?

You're having a laugh, ain't ya?

-Why not? -Because of who he is.

Okay, Saskia,

why don't you talk us through what happened last night?

I've said all I'm gonna say.

Did you give Vincent the tip-off about

George Stubbs having drugs in his car?

Are you deaf?

Do you buy any of that?

I believe she's scared of whoever killed Vincent Jarvis.

You offered her protection, she turned it down

because of who he is.

But who then?

A serving police officer.

Rob spotted it, so did I.

The MO of Police Constable Vincent Jarvis' murder

is almost identical to the murder of PC Tyler Bates.

Now, presumably, the murderer thought if he could get away

with it once, he could get away with it five times.

All the victims were stabbed in the abdomen.

George Stubbs has just called in.

He's agreed to come in for interview.

Sounds like he's ready to spill.

Do you want me to sit in on the Stubbs interview?

Um, I-I'd like the detective inspector to do it.

I don't wanna tread on anyone's toes.

No, that's fine. Um...

You spoke to Saskia Dunleavy.

Okay, then.

Um, the reason I asked David to sit in

is so that you're free to do something else for me.

I was in a panic.

When Kelly called me this morning and told me she found

that copper dead, I didn't know what to do.

Slow down, Mr. Stubbs.

Last night my wife thought I was in a business dinner.

But I wasn't. I was with Kelly.

We know that.

I was sitting in the park all day.

I knew I had to speak to you people, but before that

I had to tell my wife where I was last night,

which meant telling her about Kelly and the baby.

And how did she take it?

She wasn't exactly over the moon.

-Mr. Stubbs? -Yes?

Can we talk about last night?

When you got to Kelly's place, what happened?

Kelly was worried that the noise from next door

was gonna wake the baby.

So what did you do?

I went out onto the landing.

I was gonna bang on that Saskia's door,

ask 'em to keep it down.

And did you bang on the door?

-No. -Why not?

I saw that copper from the stop- and-search yesterday afternoon.

-The young guy. -Where was he?

He was coming along the corridor.

And then what happened?

The copper, he, uh,

he banged on the door of Saskia's bedsit.

The door flew open and they both started shouting.

The copper and Saskia?

No. The copper and the man inside of Saskia's bedsit.

Which man?

The other copper from the stop-and-search.

The older one, the, uh, sergeant.

What are you up to?

Vivienne's asked me to do some digging.

She spoke to the uniformed sergeant who was called out

to the George Stubbs stop-and-search yesterday.

She feels something about the sergeant isn't right.

What's this sergeant's name?

Ian Durrant.

We know who killed Vincent.

-Hm, he's gonna think I told ya. -He's not.

Because you didn't tell us. It was another witness.

-Who? -Kelly's boyfriend, George.

He saw the killer let Vincent into your flat.

We also know the killer is a serving police officer.

Why don't you start at the beginning?

A few weeks back...

Vincent got called out when I got caught shoplifting.

He ended up giving the shop manager 30 quid

of his own money just to forget about the whole thing.

After that I was grateful.

So, um...

I passed him the odd juicy nugget of information.

Drug stuff, mainly.

Vincent ended up with a few decent arrests.

Yesterday?

That Kelly downstairs was doing my head in,

so I told Vincent that a man was gonna be

dropping drugs off just before teatime.

But Vincent didn't find any drugs on George Stubbs.

Only because he didn't get time to look properly.

Stubbs kicked off and then...

that other copper turned up.

Can you describe him?

White, beard, fit-looking.

This other copper, how did he end up at your bedsit?

I think that was my fault.

And I watched the whole thing,

uh, the stop-and-search from my window.

And I couldn't believe it when they let Stubbs go, so...

I went and had it out with Vincent.

In front of this other police officer?

Yeah.

So the other police officer worked out

the intel came from you?

Yeah.

It means he also knew where you lived.

What time did the second police officer come to your bedsit?

I think it was about quarter to 10:00.

Someone was knocking on the door, so I looked through

the spy hole, and when I saw

it was that copper, I just shouted for him to go away.

What happened next?

He wouldn't go anywhere, so I texted Vincent.

Asked him for help.

How did the second officer get into your bedsit?

He pushed the door.

And it gave way.

He threw me against the wall.

He told me I was a slut for seeing a black officer.

And how long was it before Vincent turned up?

God, it felt like ages.

But I picked up a saucepan and I whacked that copper

in the ribs with it, it only winded him,

but it gave me enough time to lock myself in the toilet.

And when Vincent arrived?

They were fighting.

I let myself out the toilet.

When I saw the front door was open, I just ran for my life.

That guy is insane.

This Sergeant Ian Durrant, I'm-I'm sure

I've seen him somewhere before.

You have, we think

he's the one that threatened your kids.

Of course. Of course, that's him.

Durrant was the officer who found Harry Steadman dead.

Yeah, except he didn't find him dead. He killed him.

He killed all of them.

Durrant went off duty just over an hour ago,

reported himself sick, his patrol car

is still in the yard of his police station.

The deputy assistant commissioner

sends her congratulations.

This team managed to ID Durrant when nobody else did.

-But? -But...

She's tasked the Serious Crime Manhunt Unit

to track Durrant down and arrest him.

Well, it makes sense, I mean,

manhunts are hardly our skillset.

-So what do we do now? -We continue...

With the investigation into Police Constable Jarvis' murder.

Which means we continue to investigate Ian Durrant,

so we can search his flat.

Detective Constables Rob Brady and Billie Fitzgerald.

We're leading the search.

You need to see this.

This is from the Evidence Store, according to the label

there should be a gun and bullets inside it.

So Durrant is armed? Call it in.

I was a uniformed constable during the riots.

What was it like?

Not exactly a bundle of laughs.

Do you reckon Durrant took these?

Looks like it.

Billie?

Obviously, he didn't go down the digital route.

Look at these.

That's the deputy assistant commissioner.

Why is Durrant taking pictures of her?

We've got a serious problem.

Rob and Billie think that Durrant's next target

is the deputy assistant commissioner.

-Why do they think that? -Well...

His flat is full of photos of her.

He also booked a gun at the property store earlier today,

just before he went off sick.

I've got the DAC's mobile number.

Durrant's first victim was a black police officer.

Vincent Jarvis was also a black police officer.

The deputy assistant commissioner

is a black police officer.

We need to do something.

We shouldn't just be standing here.

That was the deputy assistant commissioner's office.

They think she's turned off her mobile

because she's visiting Vincent Jarvis' mother.

Let Rob know. He's much closer.

I'll organize armed backup.

That's Durrant's car.

He's in the driver's seat.

Shouldn't we wait for armed backup?

Find out how far away they are.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna stop him from killing anymore police officers.

Stop!

You, in that uniform...

it's an insult.

And it ends now.

Do you wanna arrest him?

Ian Durrant, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Police Constable Tyler Bates,

Grace Harper, Harry Steadman,

Chief Superintendent Jack Mulgrew

and Police Constable Vincent Jarvis.

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

if you do not mention when questioned something

which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given

in evidence. Do you understand?

Come on, let's get him up.

Come on, then.

You were supposed to wait. You got shot at.

He missed.

Besides, I didn't need armed backup.

-I just saw an opportunity. -Great work, Billie.

The deputy assistant commissioner's gone back

to write up her statement.

She wants to buy us all a drink later.

Can it wait? Now that Durrant's in custody...

-I just wanna see my kids. -Yeah, of course.

You know, I'm really glad that it was you and Rob

that finally arrested Durrant.

Because of the colour of our skin?

Is that the wrong thing to say?

No. You're right.

There is a certain satisfaction in locking him up.

There's plenty more to take his place.

What, in the police?

Most of them just hide it better than Durrant did.

I just heard from HQ, Durrant will only agree to talk

to one police officer.

You can say no.

-Of course I can't. -I'll drive you.

Mrs. Mulgrew.

Detective Sergeant Cole.

He never stopped talking about you, you know?

Good friends, were you?

The best.

Is that why you killed him?

You know, you got a reputation

for being a seriously gifted detective.

Old-school. You started in uniform, worked your way up.

You must really resent it.

Resent what?

Well, they'll let anyone in now,

long as their skin's the right colour.

Like that pair you got to work with.

Oh, you mean the two detectives that caught you?

Shall we begin?

Bet your kids have missed their daddy.

Not as much as their daddy's missed them.

What are you waiting for? I can finish up here.

Durrant threatened my kids.

That's why I need to know if he was acting alone.

If he was, then I can bring my family back home.

The sarge said she gonna ring me.

Mm.

You killed five people

without any help from anyone?

No joint venture?

These killings are down to me.

So you did act alone?

Yeah. Entirely alone.

Really? Tyler Bates was stabbed outside the pub.

We know there was at least one other person there.

Your husband.

Yeah.

But I was the one that killed Bates.

Can I ask why?

There we were, me and your husband,

minding our own business, having a drink outside the pub.

We weren't bothering nobody.

Police Constable Bates walks past on patrol,

recognized the chief superintendent.

He comes steaming over.

Has a real pop at him for drinking at the Rose And Crown.

Him, a rookie cop.

That pub has a reputation

for being right-wing racist.

This is still a free country the last time I checked.

Then what happened?

I asked Bates to control his behaviour

in front of a senior officer.

-And did he? -Of course not.

He went off on one, banging on about institutional racism.

So what did you do?

I went into the pub kitchen,

picked up a knife, I went back outside

and I stabbed it in his gut.

And you're proud of that?

There was no way I was gonna let him get away

with speaking to the chief super like that.

And was the chief superintendent grateful?

He covered my tracks.

Why did Jack do that for you?

2011,

the London riots on a sink estate,

your husband, me

and one of our ethic colleagues.

A gang of black guys charged us.

One of them got hold of Jack. He had a hammer.

Our ethnic colleague was like a rabbit in a headlight.

He just stood there calling it in.

-You saved Jack's life? -Too right I did.

If I hadn't intervened, those thugs would have killed him.

-And then? -A few months later...

I got pulled over for driving over the limit

and I asked Jack to make it go away.

But if he got found out, his career would have been over.

That would have killed him.

-You had him by the balls. -We were brothers in arms.

No, no. Jack wasn't a racist.

He never agreed with you, never.

Okay, let's talk about the other murders.

Grace Harper. Why did you kill her?

She saw me knife Bates

and I had to shut her up before she revealed my identity.

And Harry Steadman?

That was an accident.

That's the one I regret. He...

He was a nice lad.

And what about PC Vincent Jarvis?

Was he a nice lad?

He never should have been wearing the uniform, so...

Oh...

You make me sick.

You know, Jack was right about you.

You really are nothing special.

Well, to hear Jack tell it your wedding night was a disaster

and your marriage just fell apart from there.

You couldn't perform in the bedroom, so what did you do?

Hm? You ran away!

You didn't have to wait.

I wanted to.

How did it go?

Well, he's admitted to all five murders

and it looks like he was working on his own.

Good. Well done.

Counter Terrorism haven't found any connection.

Look, I-I have to ring Rob.

Thanks, Vivienne.

-All clear? -Yes.

She's confident Durrant's a lone wolf.

-So go. -You should call it a day.

I'm just sorting a bed and breakfast for Saskia Dunleavy.

Her bedsit is still a crime scene.

You don't have to do that.

I know. I want to.

Go.

Thanks for sorting a B&B.

I don't think I'll ever be able to go home

after what happened to Vincent.

It's no problem.

-Your mate Rob... -What about him?

-He still here? -Why?

-I need his help. -I can help you.

I've met him before.

He doesn't recognize me.

It was a really long time ago. I was just a kid.

So what really happened with Durrant?

He's clearly got to you.

He said some things...

about Jack, about our marriage

and his twisted idea of how it ended.

How did it end?

Um...

We were both detectives, both new in CID and...

He messed up.

I mean, nothing major, but enough to get him into trouble

and...he asked me to lie

to cover up his mistake.

And you refused?

No.

He was my husband.

So I told the lie and...

and then I packed my bags and left him.

Did you love him?

Mm-hmm.

Leaving him was the hardest thing I have ever done.

Is that surprising

that I've loved?

Once upon a time maybe, but...

Not now. I know you better.

Can't you just, like, give me Rob's number?

-He'll understand. -No.

-Listen to me, you stupid cow. -Take a step back.

If I don't get to talk to Rob,

you lot are gonna have another murder to investigate.

-Really? -Well, ask yourself.

You really wanna take the risk?