All language subtitles for S19E10

SALLY:
Chris Chandler and Kate Blair,

both pronounced dead
by paramedics.

MALCOLM: Ten years ago,
a girl named Karen Myers

was found in the same river
as Dan Blair,

just a mile upstream.

The body
was found the next day.

She's young.

Does she know
what she's doing?

SIMON:
She knows what she's doing.

One explanation could be
there was a fourth person
in the car.

My wife of 10 years is dead.

My son's in a coma.

How dare you suggest
I had anything
to do with this?

AMY:
So what brings you here?

Karen Myers.

You were the last
person that saw her alive.

Dan Blair, he didn't make it.

SALLY: You are charged
under common law

that you murdered Kate Blair

and your son, Daniel Blair.

-NIKKI:
She was the primary target.

We've been looking down
the wrong end
of the telescope.

GIRL:
Oh, my God!

Help me!

-They're coming!
-MAN: It's okay, it's okay.

-Let's get her out of here.
-We have to go!

Get her in the car.
Dan, in the car! Get in!

DAN: Where are we going?

She must've been
in a hell of a state.

They didn't even stop
to pack up their stuff.

NIKKI: The killer lifts her
out of the car,

keeps her wrapped up
in the blanket...

You'd only remove a body
if you were sure
it would incriminate you.

Or if the victim's identity
would lead straight to you.

So where exactly
was she running from?

NIKKI:
Someone hit the brakes hard.

JACK: And recently...
The sap's still tacky.

And, there's car paint.

So where did the car
come from?

Let's see.

From a lane that serves
a dozen or so properties,

connects up to the main road.

She could've escaped
from any one of them.

She could've escaped
from a car, too.

We should get back to Guillam.

JACK: Where's our ride?

NIKKI: I'll call him.

No, I won't. No signal.

Me neither.

Bellemeade Farm,
let's have a look.

MAN: Okay, guys,
to play us out this evening,

here's one of
my favourite tracks from 2005.
Goodnight.

KAREN: Do you think
there'll be anyone
there I know?

What, you mean, like, famous?

-Yeah.

No. They're more like...

AMY: City people,
maybe the odd politician.

Just remember
what I said.

I will...

JACK: Where the hell is he?

There's no way
we could've missed him.

No, one road in, one road out.

NIKKI: He's got to be
around somewhere.

JACK: Nikki?

Car coming.

Hi.

Nikki Alexander. Jack Hodgson.

We're working on
the River Malt shooting.

CLAUDIA: Has there been
some new development?

JACK: Well, we're looking
for a colleague, DS Guillam.

He was heading up here
to speak to you.

I'm sorry,
I left the house first thing.

Is there any chance
we could use your phone?
We've both got zero reception.

Sure.

Come in.

-There you go.
-Oh, thanks so much.

Any chance
for a glass of water?

-Yes, of course.
-Thank you.

Hi, Malcolm. It's Nikki.
Where are you?

We're at Bellemeade Farm
with Claudia Baxter.

Call on this number
when you get the message.

Malcolm?

JACK: Is that your son?

-Michael.
-What does he do?

Hmm.
Studying zoology at Leeds.

Oh, right.

After the shootings,
he said he'd come home,

but I didn't want to
disrupt his studies.

NIKKI: Malcolm?

Did you
throw a party recently?

I had some friends down.

I wouldn't call it
a party, exactly.

-How did you know?
-Trained eye.

You have tyre treads
on your lawn outside

and a load of empty
booze bottles in your bin.

That is a trained eye.

Everything all right?
Did you manage
to make your call?

I did, thank you.
Can't reach him.

-Must be a misunderstanding.
-Right.

I think we should
head back to the river
and wait for him there.

-Really?
-Would you like a lift
back down the hill?

No, it's fine, we'll walk.

-Are you sure? It's no...
-Positive. Thanks.

Nice to meet you.

JACK: Why are we walking?

Guillam uses these picks.
He's been here.

So? Probably got no answer
and headed off.

Well, then, where is he?
We would've passed him.

You said it.
One road up, one road down.

I'm sure I saw someone
behind that barn.

It's a farm,
it could be anyone.

What do you want to do?

Have another look around.
Discreetly.

-Paint on that tree
was black, right?
-Yeah.

JACK: No damage this side.

NIKKI: None here either.

NIKKI: It's Guillam's car.

Oh, no.

-JACK: Go, go, go, go. Go!

JACK: Come on!

Oh, my God!

Nikki! Are you okay?

Shit!

Get up. Come on, get up.

Come on, let's go.

Shh. Shh. Shh.

All right. Get them out.

SALLY: Okay, thanks.

We think that
the fourth victim in the car,

the blonde female,
was the real target

and the family
were just unlucky.

NIKKI: She's probably one of
the girls in the freezer.

Guillam's murder
supports that.

They died because of
whatever's going on
in this farm,

not because
of a messy divorce.

Oh, Christ.

What about Claudia Baxter?

Have you picked her up yet?

Not yet.

The definition
of "Prime Central London"

is expanding by the day.

Which means
that the smart money

is no longer
in Kensington or Notting Hill,

but in previously second...
And third-tier locations.

Kilburn Square development
embodies that paradigm shift.

-Linked by...

Linked by mainline rail,
road and Tube,

Kilburn Square
is a mixed used development,

-combining prime, residential,
office and retail...
-WOMAN: Simon.

Please forgive me.
It'll only take a moment.

There's a dead policeman
on my property!

Which you genuinely
know nothing about.

The girls...

They found the girls, Simon.
And I'm telling you,

if it comes to it,
I will tell the truth.

The truth? What do you mean?

I mean,
I had nothing to do with...

...with what happened to them.

Come on, Claudia.

We've all got our hands dirty,

one way or another.

We're all implicated.

You won't drag me
deeper into this.
I won't let you.

How much of this
is news to you, Simon?
I want to know.

He said he was sending someone
to mop up.

I should've told you.

-You bloody should have.
-Okay... I'm sorry.

-I handled it badly.
-Bit of an understatement,
isn't it?

Okay, but what matters
is what we do next.
What you do next.

We need to think
very carefully about
damage limitation.

I'll leave that to you.
I'm getting on a plane.

Okay. That, Claudia,
is the very last thing
that you should do.

-For one, think of Michael.
-I'll take him with me.

-Flight speaks of guilt,
which in...
-And we're not guilty?

Like you said.

-We've all
got our hands dirty.
-Shh.

THOMAS: Jack, anything?

Well, we've got tools
and bleach and all sorts
of lovely stuff up here.

I think he was here
to clean up.

And...

...car rental documents.

SALLY: What's your name?

Surely, you can tell me that.

What happened to those girls?

Did you kill them?

Here's how this goes.

You've killed a cop.

Which means your life
from here on in

will either be
miserable or intolerable.

Little things,

your cellmate,

the remand prison
we put you in...

They can make
all the difference.

WOMAN: Ma'am.

The jeep was rented
by a Dutch national

called Johan Kranz
a month ago.

Photo ID
is a match to the suspect.

The Dutch police say
he has no record,

but they were able to tell me
he's a freelance
close protection expert.

Sounds like cover
for a multitude of sins.

Maybe protection
from prosecution
in this case.

Jack thinks he was down there
to clean house.

What about Miles Blair?

I've advised the CPS
to drop the murder charges.

Simon, it's Amy.

I've just seen the news.

Simon, it's Amy.
I've just seen the news.

What is going on at the farm?

Does this have anything to do
with you or with Karen?

Call me.

Ah...

Well, despite
a spot of turbulence,

that went bloody well,
I thought.

Feng's a lock,
Harbinson's a lock,

and when he sees the numbers,
I think Bowman'll bite, too.

You told me
they had someone in custody.

Yeah, they do.

The woman's ex-husband.

So what were they
looking for at the farm?

I don't know.

Your man.

He'll keep his mouth shut?

Oh, yeah.

Him, I can count on.

Then I think
we can contain this.

So with Feng,
Harbison and Bowman,
plus your good self,

I'd say we're halfway home.

You?

I think when the door
of opportunity opens,

there's always
a feeding frenzy

and there's always
one greedy prick

left out in the cold
when it slams shut.

I want it on my gravestone
that guy wasn't me.

Well, what are you saying?

That London new-build
is at a saturation point

and I want to review
the numbers again.

But I'm counting on you
coming in!

Well, don't.

Erich! If you walk away,
they all walk away.

You told me
everything was in hand.

And now a cop's dead
and my guy's in prison.

For life.

I ask you to put out a fire,
you start a whole new one.

So I gotta ask...

What fresh hell
is waiting around the corner?

What loose ends
could still trip us up?

And know that the last thing
I want to hear

is your "everything's fine"
bullshit if it's not.

CLAUDIA: The truth is, I spend
most of my time
in my flat in London.

And the farm, it has
a fair few outbuildings,

and some of them
I don't enter from
January through to December.

And?

And someone, local, maybe,

has exploited my absence.

A local...

Well, I'm just trying
to make sense
of all of this, that's all.

I understand you had a party
on Saturday night.

It was really
quite a small affair.

Were they present?

No.

So who was?

I want names, Claudia.

No problem.
I can furnish you with a list.

Let's talk about him.

I don't know this man.

Then what was he doing
at your property?

Who sent him
to clean up, Claudia?

Two girls and a police officer
were murdered on your farm.

You will answer my questions
and you will give me a name.

The victim
is an unidentified female,

probably in her
early twenties.

She has long blonde hair
and appears to have been
previously healthy.

Facial bruising,
suggesting an attack

that happened
very close to death.

NIKKI: There are
three gunshot wounds...

...to the chest,
right forearm,

and right shoulder.

DNA will confirm
that this victim was present

when Chris Chandler
and Kate Blair were shot.

How so?

Her bones
are tinged with yellow

consistent with
a shard of bone

recovered from
Dan Blair's arm.

THOMAS: Her arms and legs
bear peri-mortem scratches.

Similar markings
to the soles of her feet.

Looks like she was
running barefoot.

We found a shoe.
Fingerprints confirm it
belonged to the victim.

THOMAS: The scratches
could be the result
of branches and thorns.

There is a discernible odour

of sodium hypochlorite
emanating from the body.

No doubt employed
to destroy any forensics.

Jesus Christ.

What did they do
to her at that farm?

Cause of death is
a bullet wound to the heart.

The bullet
breached the aorta...

...and lodged in the spine.

NIKKI: Second victim
from the freezer

also appears to have been
previously healthy.

Her neck has four coin-shaped
bruises on each side.

Cause of death
could be manual strangulation.

There are also crescent-shaped
fingernail abrasions

where she probably
tried to pull her assailant's
hands away.

And petechial haemorrhages
in the eyes.

THOMAS:
There are further coin-shaped
bruises on her arms

consistent with
being restrained.

Again, striking absence
of trace evidence,

and the same
strong odour of bleach.

NIKKI:
There's also some evidence
of vaginal trauma

suggestive of intercourse.

The smell of bleach
is particularly strong here

and has stained
the flesh white,

suggesting it was
applied undiluted.

He wanted to destroy any semen
and DNA?

The strangulation
of the dark-haired victim
could be illuminating.

In what way?

Did DS Guillam tell you
about the Karen Myers case
in 2005?

He mentioned it, yeah.

Karen was strangled,
albeit non-fatally,

before falling to her death

not two miles
from Bellemeade Farm.

She had traces of Rohypnol
in her bloodstream.

Back then,
the thinking was, she was
running from a trucker's caff.

But you think she was running
from Bellemeade Farm?

The brunette's fingerprints
are on file.

Natalie Day, 22,

one conviction
for cocaine possession.

And what about the blonde?

Ran her prints and DNA.
No match.

But there's
a strong commonality
with Natalie Day's DNA.

So strong,
it means one thing...

They're sisters.

Natalie, please.

Natalie...

JACK: The master bedroom's
been stripped and wiped.

Looks like a thorough job.

Same story with the bodies.

They were sisters, Jack.

Bella and Natalie Day.

Have their parents been told?

They're both dead.

-It's a mercy, in a way.
-Yeah.

Well, no-one's that good.

I'm going to get to work.

CLARISSA: Tox is back.

There was Rohypnol
in both sisters' bloodstreams.

NIKKI: Just like Karen Myers.

Drugs, sexual assault
and murder
at the parties on the farm.

Right.

Let's work back
from the moment
Bella arrives at the picnic.

What was that, midday?

With the Rohypnol
in her system, it's possible
she didn't surface till late.

And she was still
in last night's clothes.

The silk, heels
and hairslide tell us that.

She either finds
her sister's body

or no-one will tell her
where she is.

Yeah. She freaks out,
gets into a fight,
hence the black eye.

-And she runs.
-She must've got
quite a head start,

given how far she made it.

And the car paint
shows her pursuers
didn't go after her on foot.

Claudia fed you the story
about the driver

just to throw you
off the scent.

The fact that she
picked Miles out
was just his bad luck.

Got to make that bitch talk.

I just took receipt
of her phone and laptop.

They may be eloquent
on her behalf.

Good.

Do you have
Karen Myers' PM report?

Yeah.

WOMAN: Oh, sorry I'm late.

Amy...

...you didn't call me.

We found the flowers
that you left for Karen.

What were you sorry about?

It doesn't matter now.

If you know anything
about how Karen died,
it couldn't matter more.

No-one tried harder
to solve Karen's murder
than DS Guillam,

-and now he's dead.
-I know.

I saw the news.

Then help me
finish what he started.

You think it's that easy?

The two girls in your freezer
were sisters.

But you know that already.

Natalie and Bella Day.

We've talked to their mates.

They seemed
to have a charmed life.

Clothes, jewellery,

Christmas in the Caribbean,

despite both
being on the dole.

Can you shed any light
on that mystery, Claudia?

I've told you before,
I don't know these girls.

In a way,
Karen was their sister, too.

She was found dead, very close
to your farm back in 2005.

There was Rohypnol
in her blood

and bruises on her throat.

Just like Natalie Day.

Drugged. Sexually assaulted.
Choked.

Your parties
led to their deaths.

That means you're complicit.

I think you have
a guest, Claudia.

A regular, long-standing guest

whose tastes are somewhat
out of the ordinary.

Sisters.

Rough sex.

Choking.

This man had a lucky escape
back in '05.

Karen fell to her death
behind a transport caff

so police thought,
lorry driver.

Maybe that near-miss
was a wake-up call.

Maybe after that,

you always had someone
like Johan Kranz around
to clean up any mess.

I don't know Johan Kranz.

Who is he, Claudia?

Who's the man
who likes choking girls?

Amy, how lovely to see you.

-Claudia, this is Karen.
-Karen.

-Hi.
-Welcome.

Enjoy yourself.

Feel free to mingle.

Karen, can I
introduce you to someone?

This is Tony.
Tony, this is Karen.

-KAREN: Hi.
-Would you like a drink?

Yes, thanks.

AMY: I didn't say goodbye
to Karen at the Tube.

If I had,
she'd still be alive.

It started out with tips
for making cocktails,

foot massages,
some above-board escort work.

I had two lives.

The normal student life
and the parties.

Karen was always badgering me
to invite her to one

so eventually I did,
just to shut her up about it.

At Bellemeade Farm?

A man took a shine to Karen.

He was Canadian.

And I remember
because somebody
assumed that he was American

and he made this big deal
of correcting them.

I don't remember much
after that.

I mean,
I was pretty out of it myself.

But the next morning,
I couldn't find Karen.

SIMON: Amy! I thought
we were meeting in the lobby.

Oh, well, I'm sure
it's my mistake, but, uh,

we should get a move on.

Come on. Don't want
to keep them waiting.

-Three-line whip.
-Amy, what's going on?

Simon Forsyth.
I'm an old friend of Amy's.

Amy, what are you doing?

-Who is this guy?
-I'm sorry.

Amy, wait!

It's a good thing
I came along when I did.
That's all I can say.

You hadn't thought it through,
had you?

If you conjure up
a whole new account
of what happened to Karen,

who's to say
they'll believe you?

And if they do,
that's you bang to rights

for perverting
the course of justice.

I know.

Then again, what's that?

Six months?

Suspended sentence?

It might trigger
other things, Amy.

Amy!

I've been through
Claudia Baxter's
phone and laptop.

The woman's
seriously cautious.

No texts, no e-mails,
just calls.

Okay.

One number comes up regularly,
building in frequency

in the run-up
to certain weekends,

then dropping off
for a few weeks.

Last weekend, for instance.

Parties take planning.

Making one Simon Forsyth
chief planner.

Nikki...

We need to run a check
on a Simon Forsyth.

WOMAN: He's going to freak
when he sees it.

-Hey, Amy.
-Hi.

-A courier
left something for you.

-Great. Thanks.
-Okay?

Yeah.

WOMAN: I'm surprised he hasn't
said anything, though.

I'm sure he'll have something
to say about it.

THOMAS: The bullet
that killed DS Guillam

is a match to the Beretta
that we recovered
from Johan Kranz.

He's going down
for Guillam's murder,
at least.

Kate and Dan Blair,

Chris Chandler and Bella Day,
not so much.

No.
They were shot with an H&K,

we haven't got it
and Kranz isn't talking.

You want to pin those four
on him, cherchez legun.

Searched his hotel room.
But beyond that,
we don't know where to start.

At the very least,
you need to put him
in the area at the time.

CCTV and plate recognition
could help there.

Give me a couple of hours.

In other news, the black paint
recovered from the tree

at the crime scene
is car paint.

Boasts a chlorinated
anti-rusting agent

only marketed in Germany.

Which in the UK market
boils down to VW, BMW,
Mercedes and Audi.

-I should be able to
narrow it down further.
-Good.

SALLY: Mr Forsythe,
thanks for coming in.

I'll cut to the chase.

Do you know Claudia Baxter?

-Yes, I do.
-You can hardly deny that,
can you,

given the volume of calls
between you?

I'm not denying it.

Then there's the singular
pattern to the calls.

A flurry
at sporadic intervals,

then almost no contact
for weeks.

Is there a question
in there somewhere?

What's the nature
of your relationship?

Well, Claudia used to
work for me.

Nineteen years ago.

Is that really how long it is?

Oh, that's shocking.

After which, you offered her
a very generous
severance package.

It's the least I could do.

Why do you say that?

Well, I'm the father
of Claudia's son,

Michael.

Does that
answer your question?

It doesn't explain
the feast or famine nature
of your phone calls.

Sorry. What exactly
am I being accused of here?

I don't know about accused.

I'll tell you what I suspect.

You and Claudia Baxter
organised parties

which have led to the deaths
of at least three females

as well as
the River Malt victims.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm not saying
you killed them,
but you know who did.

Which particular guest.

-Do you mind if I sit down?
-No, of course not.

Well, your friend's
making quite an impression.

Who is he?

You know the drill, Amy.

If a guest wants you
to know their name...

AMY: Oh, you're such
a stickler, Simon.

SIMON: Well, rules are rules.

-You'll be the death of me.

-Karen?

I'm just going out
for some air.

Some country air.

Now, how much do you need?

Amy, are you okay?

Look, I know
you want to help me,
but you can't.

Listen to me.

Between what we know
and what you know,
we might have a case.

We might even be able
to get justice for Karen.

That's what you want,
isn't it?

Yeah, of course it is!

Well, then,
what are we waiting for?

If I help you, if I do this,
my life is over!

No, you're going to get
your life back.

Where are you?

Amy?

AMY:
His name's Erich Schrader.

I treated him in his home
three days ago.

Treated him?

Looked like he'd been attacked
with a glass bottle.

Bella Day.

Please!

AMY: I dug shards of glass
out of his flesh.

JACK: Brown glass?

What we looking for?

-A carrier bag containing
shards of bloody glass.
-Okay.

I need one piece of evidence
that links Schrader
and Bella Day.

His blood, her fingerprints,
being the dream ticket.

SALLY:
That was in London Business
and Finance three weeks ago.

My mother used to
collect my cuttings,
God rest her soul.

Gotta throw that tie out,
don't you think?

SALLY:
Johan Kranz killed a serving
police officer in cold blood.

I heard about Johan.
What's it got to do with me?

His bank records show
you've used his services
half a dozen times.

I employ several
close protection people.

Why?

I've made a few enemies
over the years.

Let's get back to Johan Kranz.

He worked for a lot of people,
not just me,

and I certainly
didn't order him
to kill a policeman.

Are we done?

I've got a plane to catch.

Have you suffered
an injury lately, Mr Schrader?

Tripped over in my house.

Landed on a beer bottle
for my sins.

Dr Alexander is going to
examine and document
your wounds.

That's a serious wound.

The depth and shape
of the wound

don't square with you
falling on a beer bottle.

I'm sorry, Mr Schrader.

This suggests that the bottle
was already broken

when it connected
with the skin.

Looks more like
a stab wound to me.

A broken bottle
used as a weapon, perhaps.

Can I do up my shirt now?

Johan Kranz is facing
up to six counts of murder.

That's life without parole.

Do you honestly think
he's going to keep
his mouth shut forever?

My guess is, he'll tell us
he was clearing up for you
at Bellemeade Farm.

No fingerprints, and if
there was DNA from Bella,

Schrader's blood
washed it off.

This glass is not going to
link him to her death.

-They had to
release him, Amy.
-What?

Bottom line we can't
tie him to the farmhouse

or to any of the victims.

Well, what about Karen?

There was male DNA
from the rape.

They said that at the inquest.

The sample was seriously
degraded by the river.

It's like a phone number
with missing digits.

It won't stand up in court.

JACK: Nikki.

I'll be back in a minute.

Johan Kranz could not
have been responsible
for the River Malt murders,

'cause he was
in central London at the time.

And so say at least
a dozen cameras.

SALLY:
You've got to be kidding.

Looks like he was strictly
there for the clean-up.

-Different gun,
different killer.
-Yeah.

Could Schrader
have gone after Bella himself?

He's a suit.
You said the gunman
was a crack shot.

Maybe he was
a weekend hunter back home.

SALLY: I can look into that.

-Where is she?
-Er, who?

Amy.

She didn't say goodbye.

Oh, my God.

She saw them.

-Schrader...
-Does she know where he lives?

Mr Schrader...

MARIA:
I'll be off now, Mr Schrader.

Okay. Thanks, Maria.

Can I help you?

It's Amy. Remember? I...

-I treated you.
-Oh, yeah. Sure.

I just thought
I'd check on your stitches.

Doctor's orders?

Afraid so!

Please sit down.
I need to ask you
some questions first.

Where does it hurt?

Do you remember a girl...

...called Karen?

Should I?

Yeah.

-She was my friend.
-What is this?

A shakedown?

Do you remember her?

I can't say that I do.

Does that help?

Yours was the last face
that she ever saw.

Do you remember her now?

I think you've mistaken me
for someone else.

And I think you should leave.

Just tell me you remember her.

No! No! No!

Get out.

Did you think
you could blackmail me?

Dumb bitch.

What were you thinking?

No! No...

Checked Schrader out.

No military or firearms
training in his
very public CV.

Strictly
Harvard Business School.

Can't say I'm surprised.

So I switched focus
to Simon Forsyth.

Decorated officer
in the Marines

who served his last two years
at Redhill Barracks.

The same barracks
where the Heckler & Kochs
went missing?

Well, surely that was years
after he left?

Seems he kept his hand in.

Never missed
a regimental dinner.

JACK: But he's a city boy now.
Why would he want a gun?

For his
extracurricular activities.

Parties?

Karen Myers' death
was a wake-up call.

He wasn't going to let one
get away again.

Bringing up
Forsyth's DVLA records now.

Four cars registered to him.

One black BMW.

SALLY: The car paint
found on the tree.

No! No! No!

-What the hell
did he do to you?
-No, get away from me!

It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay, he's gone.

I'm so sorry, Amy.

I never meant for this,
you know that. Look at me.

Look at me!

Okay, we're going to
go to my car
before he gets back

and we're going to
go to the police.

-Liar!
-I'm not lying.

This has gone too far.

What about those photos
you sent me?

He forced me to send those!

I trusted you, Simon.

Let's get you cleaned up
and out of this damned house.

Jack...

Nikki, we think Forsyth
was the River Malt shooter.

He's being picked up now.
I'll call you back
when we have more, okay?

-Okay.
-Bye.

Amy?

Amy!

Amy!

Amy!

You?

It's Simon, right?

Where's Schrader?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, she had
a bit of a tumble,
but she's all right.

-Amy?
-SIMON:
There's nothing broken.

I'm fine, Nikki.

Are you sure?

She said she's fine.

I'd still like to
check her over.

What are you doing here?

AMY: It wasn't him.

It's okay.

Okay, this is
a personal matter

that we need to resolve
in private.

We should still
get you checked out.

I can run you
to the hospital now.

Okay, you're trespassing
on private property.

You need to leave.

What are the gloves for?

Simon?

You better come with me.

Amy...

Thanks.

SALLY: Claudia Baxter,
we are charging you

with five counts
of conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice

contrary to common law

and that you did assist
an offender
in a murder investigation,

contrary to
the Criminal Law Act...

-Hi, Thomas.
-So?

Well, Forsyth will go down,
but there's no sign
of Schrader.

No forensics?

Nothing really probative.

I'll be back soon.

You all right, Nikki?

I'm fine.

You sure?

Really.

Mr Schrader?

You dropped this.