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RADIO: 'In a day of high drama that
the Governor of the Bank of England
fired between Whitehall and the City,

'the Treasury and the Bank of England
fired off their biggest guns
in a final effort

'to uphold the government's pledges
to do whatever necessary
to keep the pound in the ERM.

'A few minutes later Britain's
membership of the ERM...'

Forgive me.

Better by far you forget and smile

than that you should
remember me and be sad.

'..that others wanted to sell.

'A unique day in London's financial
markets ended with the Chancellor
announcing that the pound

'had been suspended from the ERM
and that the second of two dramatic
interest-rate rises during the day

'was, after all, cancelled.'

'Today has been an extremely
difficult and turbulent day.

'Massive speculative flows
continued to disrupt the functioning
of the Exchange Rate Mechanism.

'And, a few moments ago, the pound
was trading at two marks 69.3.'

BICF bank.

Did you think
I wasn't going to come?

And let a prize like me get away?

I knew you were smarter than that.

Hmm.

I've got something for you.

Oh?

What's this? My reward?

Maybe.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Morning.

I know I'm not late so you
must've been here very early?

Er, morning.
Ah, OK, are we all here?

Morning. OK, keep your coats
on, we've got a date in the city.

Right, two bodies fall through
the ceiling in a disused
bank in the City of London.

I called them Adam and Eve. I thought
with the religious connotations

of them falling down from above it
was kind of symbolic don't you think?
Very clever. We've got an Eve.

Well, one's dead, one's alive.
All right...

In Eve's hand was a gold ingot.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

- Why is this a cold case?
- Just hang on, hang on, one little
second, all right?

The ingot is inscribed
with a 16 digit number...

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
The guy from the river.

Yes. He had
a 16-digit code, d'you remember?
Cold case archive investigated 2000,

no progress made, body was known as?

Punchtape was found
in the lining of his coat. Yup,

with the same...

16-digit number as is on...

the ingot.

So, we have two murders,
two pieces of evidence, linked

by the same 16-digit number.

So, are we excited,
or are we just plain...excited?

Thus far, we have two
passports in the name of
Jane and George Ericsson...

one broken champagne flute...

a gold ingot on a gold chain...

and, two bodies still sexually
conjoined, one male one female -

the male with a bullet hole
in his back.

It kind of screams crime
of passion, doesn't it? Yup.

The foreman said the ceiling's
not secure enough to get
a ladder up there so I...

We could use the stairs. OK. Can I
see the passports? Yeah, of course.

The current
leaseholder of the building is the
National Chinese Bank, before that,

in summer 2004,
it was Banco Niger.

Right, so from the staircase
here it should be left

and then...left.

And two years before that it was
Credit Italo-Suisse. All these banks
have a pretty short shelf-life.

Oh, don't be fooled by their
flash titles, they're just a bunch
of wide boys in handmade suits.

OK...

where is it?

Hm?

No idea.

Oh, shit, I give up.

Have you got everything?
Yep, got it.

We found two plane tickets. Yeah?

London City Airport to Dublin, dated
17th September, 1992. '92... Yeah.

OK, so we gotta go further back with
the leaseholder details.
What did you find?

That's a problem you see cos the room
that they fell from doesn't exist...

I've got the tracker.

I told Stella to get a tracker.
A tracker!

Give us time to get there and
hold it up to the ceiling all right?

All right. All right.

Starting now in fact.

What was the date on that ticket,
Spence? 17th September, '92.

We've got to find out
who occupied this building then.

- Who does?
- You do. I did all these rooms...

Poor girl... I've been in...

It's not telling you to go in this
bloody room? There isn't a hole here.

No hole. It's a mystery, isn't it?

What? Just trust the tracker.

TRACKER BEEPS

It should be here. Yeah.

You can forgive me for
not knowing there was a hole
behind the wall, can't you?

Hang on, hang on. Spence
how about you...? No, you're not
going to move that, Spence.

Look, there's a spade over
there. Look. Can you, er?
Can you turn that down? Please.

Come on, come on, let the big
boy tools deal with this. OK.

Whoa.

Hang on Spence, hang on.

What's that?

See that? What? Papers blowing,
there's a draught here. Where?

Draught? Isn't it from Spence.
No, it's coming from here.

There's a catch here. I need
something to spring this catch.

Is that any use? It's a bit light.
There's a spoon over there.

No, that's all right. It's all right.

Let's get the bookcase out the way.

Jesus.

Incredible!

Boyd!

Careful! Sorry.

You all right?

Yes, it's OK. Let's get out of here.
OK, yes, let's let Eve do her stuff
OK. I'm sorry.

It's OK.

From January '90 to September '92
these were the offices of Bank
International Credit and Finance.

BICF? What, as in fraud scandal?

Yeah, the bank folded after Black
Wednesday. What? Black Wednesday?

Erm, you know, collapse of the pound.

Negative equity, three million
unemployed, Norman Lamont...

"Je ne regrette rien". I was a kid
then and I was in Paris.

And you're French, I know.

Currency speculators sold huge
amounts of sterling, then bought
it back again at a massive profit.

Yeah, it cost us,
the taxpayers, about �4 billion.

Thanks. Welcome to the City -

the biggest crooked casino
in the world.

D'you want to leave them
over on the slab there, thanks?

No viable prints
from the recovered champagne glass.

Potential DNA trace if the
saliva samples aren't contaminated.

Preliminary examination notes.

Adam and Eve.

Conjoined state.

Male, approximate height, 5ft 11.

Female...

five eight.

Prolonged period of
desiccation after death
resulting in mummification.

Skin shrinkage and
splitting over entire body.

Female, upper back...

gunshot exit wound...

Circular wound,
stellate, everted edges.

Male upper back...

entry wound inverted edges.

No evidence of burns or
powder tattoos on decayed clothing.

Both wounds consistent
with a single shot...

not at close range.

At least one metre away.

Dental records tell us that Adam was
in fact Mervyn Simmel, yeah,

and he was director at?

Bank International
Credit and Finance.

B-I-C... BICFA.

Simmel disappeared
after Black Wednesday. The
day after Black Wednesday, wasn't it?

17th... 17th of the ninth.

Yup, OK. A Serious Fraud Office
investigation into the bank
began a few days later.

They thought he'd scarpered with
the bank funds. Yes. Instead he was
in a room with a bullet in his back.

Passports - we found two of these
at the scene of the crime

and two airline tickets.

Departure date...

17th September, '92.

Same day they disappeared.

Now both passports are fakes. Fake?

We've sent details to Dublin Garda
and put out passport photos of...

Now this is the one we
know nothing about.
We don't know anything about Eve.

But Simmel's co-chairman at the
bank was this man, Lucien Calvin.

- Ah huh?
- He got eight years for fraud when
the BCIF bank collapsed.

He was released 18 months ago.

Calvin was moved from a open prison
to a high security unit
early in his sentence.

He attacked a fellow inmate and
broke his jaw and three fingers.

When the Serious Fraud Office
came to question Mervyn Simmel

they didn't know he was lying dead
behind the closed door did they? All
they could find was this letter.

Yeah. Yeah, which was
on his desk, which was? Oh, hang on,
it was approximately over here.

All right, and it says

"It's all just a game.
Money's the way we keep score.

"Don't let it get to you, Lucien.
Find yourself a place in the sun."

Signed, Mervyn S. And that's what
he was planning to do -
find a place in the sun -

until somebody came along and shot
him. OK, shot him. Let's go through
it then from the beginning, shall we?

OK. Right, I arrive here...
Right, because you've got papers...

And I come in to meet my lover.

I've followed you in here. That means
I have access into the building

so I must know or work for
Mervyn Simmel, right? Right.

Excuse me.

DI Jordan.

Are you authorised to be here?

Absolutely. Syndicated Press.

I'm upholding
a public right to be informed.

It's a closed crime scene -

no press. I'd like you to leave now,
please. Thank you.

Have you identified Mervyn
Simmel's lover? No comment.

Do you have a name for her yet?
No comment.

That's right. So I go to the inner
office... Yes. ..with my lover.

I come in and the door is open. I
see you both making passionate love.

And that makes you mad as hell.
Furious. I'm crazed with rage,
so I pull out my gun.

Clear premeditation.
And I shoot you. Bang!

So when the gunshot dies away you
start to think clearly, you think,
"I'm going to rot in jail for this."

I'm going to rot in jail, so I wanna
get away and cover everything up.

The suitcases, if they're not already
there I put them in there.

I close the door and I get
out of the building. Right.

I've made some incisions
in the chest wall

cos there's the possibility
of surgical enhancement.

Right, so if you could hold that
for me.

Do I have to?
Yeah, you have to, go on.

Nice and firm.

Thank you, that's great.

I've been doing a search
on Lucien Calvin. Ah.

The guy who did eight
years for fraud? Found this.

Calvin Foundation dedicated
to the psychological well-being

in the financial sector.
He's going to be busy, isn't he?

Silicone implant confirmed.

So Calvin's a psychotherapist? Yeah.

He's giving a private lecture
for traders at Levy Goldenthal.

The merchant bank? Yeah, in an hour's
time. That'll be fun(!)

Silicone sac reference code
bears a DFA number. Meaning what?

Meaning that the surgery was
American, so maybe she was too?

Why does a major
merchant bank like this invite
a convicted fraud to give a lecture?

Well, they come to see a man
who stole a few hundred million
and nearly got away with it.

Boyd. Can you sign in, please?

Dr Foley.
Calvin comes out of prison,

he's self-taught, unqualified,
he puts a sign over his door...

Here are your passes.
..and tells the world

he's a psychotherapist.

Thank you. And your point is?

It's worrying, isn't it?

The kind of charlatans
in your line of work, Grace.

But first we must trace back
the root cause of our fascination
with the money principle.

Freud tells us
that before we answer the two great

riddles of our childhood years,
which are where babies come from

and why little boys' bits are
different from little girls' bits,

we face another primal question.

What should we each do
with our own shit?

Mummy... Mummy tells us that...
Mummy tells us that

when we excrete on cue,
"Good boy! Good boy!" she tells us.

We feel the wealth
of her great love.

All adult accumulations of wealth
reiterate this one basic equation -

Money equals shit.

Money equals shit.

Gordon Gecko told us that greed is
good. Well, he was wrong.

Greed - it's now our god.

Man frees himself who overcomes
himself. Man frees himself
who overcomes himself.

Er, I have some questions if I may?

Detective Superintendent Boyd
from the Cold Case Squad,
and this is, erm...

Dr Foley. Ya.

Is it a crime now
to disparage money?

I enjoyed that very much, I really
did. We'd like to know about your
relationship with Mervyn Simmel.

Heated, erm, frosty, murderous.

We shared a love that proudly
screamed its name - money.

Mervyn Simmel was found dead.
He was shot in the back. You don't
seem at all surprised by that.

Oh, Mervyn stopped surprising
me years ago. Are you, er, Grace
Foley, Laws Of Love And Rage?

Yes.

It's my latest book. I know, I know.

When did you last see Mervyn Simmel?

Er, 1992.

I think I said "I hope you roast in
hell and rats tear at your flesh."

Were you in London on September 17th,
the day after Black Wednesday? No.

I was in Glasgow, talking to
creditors, trying to save the bank
from collapse, you'll take me in,

for further questioning?

Yeah, well we'll be in touch
if we have any more questions.

Thank you. "Money is shit", eh?
I like that. Thank you.

We've got an ID on the female body.

Silicone implant records
in Florida show that she got
her cosmetic work done there,

but she is, was, actually Irish.

Her name's Katherine Keane.

Do we know anything about her
apart from her cup size?

She was a financial journalist, hits
on the web show she broke some of the
biggest fraud stories of the '80s.

- Anyone report her missing?
- Her husband, Declan Keane,
in September '92.

FILM: 'I can't believe my wife did
not intend to contact me after she
walked out of our flat that day.'

This is ten days after
Katherine disappeared.

What do we think? Do we believe him?

The investigating officer
believed him.

'If you're watching this, Katherine,
please get in touch, just to let
me know you're safe and well.'

There was a lot of press
coverage at the time.

Reading between the lines, I'd say
it was a very unusual relationship.

They met in London, fell for each
other immediately and within three
weeks they were married. Phew!

He was a writer, very ambitious,
thought the world's press was going

to beat a path to his door, but
the world didn't seem interested.

What happened to him after this?

He went back to Dublin in 2001, the
Garda are trying to find him for us.

There's something else here.

Hi, Lisa Tobin, Syndicated Press.

Er, did your wife give
any impression that she was unhappy
with the way her life was going?

That's the journalist I saw
at the crime scene.

Now, she made the connection
between Mervyn Simmel and
Katherine Keane before we did.

Did she now?

Why d'you want me to sit
in on the interview?

Because I take an instant dislike
to journalists.

I wanna see if she's
a run-of-the-mill hack or whether
she has another agenda.

You're the expert on people.
Lisa Tobin.

Oh, hello, Lisa, Dr Foley,
thank you for your time.

This is... Detective...
Detective Superintendent Boyd. Yes,
yes, I know you. By reputation.

Oh.

Please sit down.
Thank you.

Ah.

Er, Katherine Keane, can you tell
us what you know about her, please?

I know quite a lot.
I started researching her
biography about six years ago.

After Black Wednesday
the trail goes cold. We think
we may have found the body.

Yes, that's what I thought.
I knew Katherine was seeing
Mervyn Simmel when she disappeared.

You knew
what the police didn't know in 1992.
Well, they didn't look very hard.

Why should they?
Her husband wakes up one morning

and finds his wife's
packed up and gone. As far as
they knew she'd run out on him.

Now we've found the body,
you'll be able to complete the
last chapter of your biography.

No, the last chapter's about
who killed her, isn't it?

Declan Keane, her husband...

Well, when Katherine
disappeared, Declan just fell apart.

He went back to Dublin. Before long,
he was sleeping on friends' floors.

Then he took to drug-dealing,
pretty small-scale.

As far as I know he's still dealing.

It gives him an income and a new
dependency to replace Katherine -

cocaine.

OUTSIDE CAR DOORS SHUT

DOORBELL BUZZES

Place doesn't even look occupied.

Hello! DI Bailey, Garda Siochana!

Waste of bloody time.

KATHERINE'S WORDS:
"Declan, when you read these words
I will already be dead.

"Don't grieve for me, I had
more life than I deserved.

"Better by far
you should forget and smile, than
that you should remember and be sad.

"Think of this as my gift

"to make your dream come true."

Will you be
questioning Declan Keane? Er...

probably. Er, yes,
I'd better take that, sorry.

You know, if we share information
it could only help raise the profile
of the Cold Case Squad.

Oh, huh huh. And its boss.

I know my editor'd be very
interested in you as a subject.

No that wouldn't work,
I'm far too shy.

And I have a badge in my pocket
which means you're gonna give me any
information that I want anyway, so...

Well, the thing to understand
about Katherine Keane is

she had
a very complicated love life -

relationships
with many powerful men,
financiers, captains of industry.

Do you know who they were?

Well, by the time of Black
Wednesday, apart from Mervyn Simmel,
she had three other lovers.

Here she is, seductress
par excellence who cheated on her
husband with these four men.

Could we lose
the emotive language and leave
the character assessment to me?

The fact is she had four lovers
at the time she disappeared,
and they're ones we know about.

There could be loads of others...
What if her husband had lovers
and he knew about these guys?

Thank you, Spence. They deserved
each other. Why are we getting
emotional about this? Move on.

It's obviously a very touchy subject.
OK...

Mervyn Simmel, he was the first one
and we know about him, bank chairman.

This is the city alderman, Philip
White, who met Katherine Keane

at the Forbes Businessman of the Year
lunch in 1989 -
thought she was on the menu.

It's a joke, Grace. It's a joke.

There was the merchant banker,
Anthony Garland. He proposed to
Katherine Keane seven times.

He obviously didn't see her husband
as being an obstacle at all. He also
bought her a Mercedes convertible

after their second date. This is...

Iain Taggart, Shadow Minister
of Trade and Industry.

Who took various seminars,
in adjoining rooms, of course,
in Beijing...

Yeah, well who paid for all that?
So why aren't these names
in the investigation file?

Well, because Spence, these guys
all have high positions in life...

Oh, 'scuse me. And they would
lose a lot if they came forward.

So Garland here, he died last
year and he was in Hong Kong the
day of the murder so he's out.

That leaves us. Get him
out of the way cos he's dead.
That leaves these two.

We should get them in and talk to
them. You should because you're the
expert in character assessment.

I, perhaps, can just look and learn.
Absolutely.

Can you tell us when you
last saw Katherine Keane?

Katherine Keane, the journalist?
Yes.

She went missing, didn't she?

Mr Taggart, you're a politician
so I assume you're a busy man.

So let's not waste time.

You had an affair with
Katherine Keane in 1992.

That was a statement, not a question.

We've reopened the investigation
into her disappearance.

We think we may have found her body.
Let's start again.

She was remarkable.

You just wanted to be with her
and for her to smile at you.

She interviewed me for some piece
for the Financial Times, I think.

Even now there isn't a
day I don't think about...

You thought so much of her
you didn't even come forward
when she disappeared.

I had a... I have...

a wife and a position.

The press would've crucified me.

Alderman White!

I was hoping
I could have a few words.

Are you the journalist who's
been harassing my secretary?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

I'm writing a piece about the major
figures in the City in the nineties.

Obviously I couldn't leave you out.

And I wish you luck with it
but today is not a good day, Miss...

Tobin, Lisa Tobin.

We have met before actually,
about two years ago.

I was researching a book.

You sound like
a very productive woman, Miss Tobin.

A book about Katherine Keane.

I think the police have found her.

You were her lover, weren't you,
Alderman White? I'm sorry.

I'm afraid your facts are wrong.

Katherine was a very special woman.
It gave me a great deal
of pleasure to make her happy.

Oh, you mean buying her things and
taking her to different places?
Yeah.

Mmm. We came to
an understanding about the gifts.

Gifts?

I bought her pieces of jewellery
that I never saw her wear. I know
she sold them to help pay the bills.

It's a bit like paying for it though.
I mean it's a bit mercenary...
Somehow it wasn't with Katherine.

Oh. She was like one of those
brilliant heroines
from Russian literature.

Did you ever meet her husband?

Er, no...

I gather he was something
of a liability.

When Katherine disappeared
you didn't notify the police.
Why was that?

I told myself I didn't know anything
that could help the investigation.

My affair with Katherine
had been over for months.

I saw her last in August '92...

at a dinner party.

I know you still think that
Katherine Keane is a promiscuous
and undiscerning seducer.

She's very discerning.
Her lovers weren't poor.

Her seduction skills
were very well-developed. Obviously.

Yeah, but what I mean is that we
all have seduction skills.

I mean, as children, that's how
we learn to charm our parents.

But if somebody doesn't put a
boundary to set the limits we go on
using it for the rest of our lives.

With you people everything's
the parents' fault. Girls,
what do you think?

Boyd thinks that any woman
who has surgery to enhance
her breasts is a slapper.

I did not say "slapper". If men will
worship the breast you can't blame
women for taking advantage of it.

We're talking of a woman with
multiple lovers, getting gifts from
the lovers and selling the gifts!

Having more than one lover
doesn't make her a slut.

Well, it doesn't exactly make
you a saint, does it? Well, what?

She had the sort of power men are
supposed to have? Because you
outnumber me doesn't make you right.

Moving right along, what've we got?

The bullet from the crime scene wall
doesn't match the one recovered from

the skull of the River Corpse but I
do have an ID on the River Corpse.

You've got an ID for a case
on which we got nowhere?

You got a fingerprint match?
There was a bit of lateral thinking.
That's cos you're a woman.

Yes, quite. There were ID card
trials carried out in 1990

that tested the fingerprints of
civil servants for accuracy.

Aren't they supposed to destroy
all that stuff? Obviously not.

Naive. One of the trials included a
set that matches our River Corpse.

And who is he?

He's Brian McGurk.

He was an aide to the Irish
ambassador in London from '88
until he was sacked in August 1992.

92? August '92? That's another
Irish connection. How are the Garda
getting on with Declan Keane?

They didn't find him. They went
to his home. He wasn't there.

- And that's it?
- That's it.
- Don't you just love the Irish?!

'Do you want to leave a message?'
I've already left a message.

'He'll be back later.'
OK, well just tell him to call
Detective Superintendent Boyd.

'Say again?' Boyd.
'Could you spell that for me, sir?'

B... O...

Y... D.

'Thank you.' Yeah, all right,
thanks for your help.

If they don't get off their arses,
we'll have to go to Dublin.

Cool. We're going to Dublin?!

No, we're going to Dublin.
We're going to Dublin.

Calvin's alibi for the night
of the murder is crumbling.

He says he was in Glasgow for
three days talking to creditors...

He left
the day before Black Wednesday
and returned two days after.

I spoke to the man who chaired the
creditors' meeting. He says Calvin
was absent all of the last day.

So he had enough time to go back
to London and murder his partner?

Exactly.

What am I supposed to do?

What do you think? Yeah?

Grace'd love to have
another chat with him.

You're going to Dublin?!!

That's so unfair.

Thank you for meeting me, Hugo.

I didn't know who else to talk to.

There is no need for you
to worry, Philip.

The police will ask questions,
the press also will ask questions,
the world will turn...

our work will continue.

But if the truth becomes known...

The truth is always known.

There's nothing we can hide
from the Father in Heaven.

Of course, but I...

If you're anxious that these
developments might affect your
elevation within the Work of God...

No, no, it's not that.

The things that happened are in the
past. You must forgive yourself...

as the Father has forgiven you.

Be at peace.

Possiamo avere un problema
con Alderman White...

Si, si, si.

You went to Glasgow
to talk to creditors
the day before Black Wednesday.

I'm afraid that it was some
time ago. I'm not the man I was.

Which of us is?

And you returned to London
three days later?

You think I came back down
and killed Mervyn Simmel?

I wonder if that's true?
Perhaps I did.

Mervyn Simmel's body
was found, along with this woman...

Katherine Keane, who was also dead.
Did you know her?

You know I think that your little
team would make a very
interesting case study.

The young ones, they're so very
well-behaved, and obviously
both truly keen to please.

Here, we have the wise and faithful
matriarch... Answer the question.

And you, Peter Boyd...

how do you fit in?
Did you know Katherine Keane?

I always think that Oedipus
got a bad press, don't you? He was,
like most of us, misunderstood.

He just really loved his mother.

The two bodies...

fell to the ground
through the ceiling.

Like Adam and Eve.

Such a potent image.

Sinful Eve, symbolic of the
female element of the male.

Adam, the first man,
created out of dust
from the four corners of the Earth.

Could we have the seminar some
other time? This isn't fairytale
creationism, this is about

flesh and blood fact.

This is about the maggots and the
blowflies that ate their organs.

You must be very proud.

This is a murder investigation
about a sudden, violent death!

Death. The ultimate transformation.

Is that how you see it, Mr Calvin?
As the ultimate trans... Doctor
Foley, would you mind leaving?

What?

Come on, just, just step outside...

Don't you dare touch HER!

It's all right, Mr Calvin,
it's fine.

THROUGH OBSERVATION SYSTEM:
'Mr Calvin,
I hope how you enjoy water...'

What was all that about?

Grace, the untouchable? God!

I can't read him.

He seems to...
want us to believe he's got it
in him to kill Mervyn Simmel!

Doesn't mean he didn't. Yeah, but he
has got a certain expertise that
makes him psychoanalytically aware.

Oh, you mean he's misdirecting
us to cover up something else.

Yeah, but don't ask me what
because I don't know yet.
OK, I won't ask you.

And what was all that about? Hmm?

"Doctor Foley, will you
please leave the interview".

Didn't see any point
indulging him in his pretentious crap
that was getting nowhere.

Oh, you don't mean
my pretentious crap(?)

I didn't say that did I?
I said HIS pretentious crap.

OK,
have you both looked at the bodies?

Stella, if I can prevail upon you
first.

Jump up on there. That's brilliant.
And then, Spence, you come here.

Uh uh, open your legs, Stella.
That's it. Spence, you take your
hands out of your pocket

and get in between her legs,
and Stella put your hand up here,
and the other one down here.

That's it and right round her.
There...we...are.

Having fun? Just in time. All in the
interest of science - ballistics
actually. Floor plan. Thank you.

Now then, Stella, if you could lift
your legs right up around his body.

There we go... That's perfect.
Thank you.

Now, the bullet I recovered from
the crime scene wall was exactly
128 centimetres from the floor.

Given the trajectory
it means that the bullet must've
been fired from exactly here...

41 centimetres outside the doorway.

Bang! Outside the room? Yes.

OK, so then the bullet went through
the male and the female... into the
wall. That's it. This is the picture.

That is the picture, and there's
something else I want to show
you, over here.

It's all right, you two can relax.
It's over here.

Spence! Right. Spence! If you look
you can see this circle

of puncture marks
on her thigh, can you see?

And over here... Sorry. ..erm...
on her back these faint scar...

tissues and striations.

We have a theory. About the least
secret Secret Society in the world.

Benedicta tu in mulieribus et

benedictus fructus
ventris tui, Iesus.

Some members of Opus Dei
practise mortification...

self-inflicting pain

with a whip like this.

And this spiked collar called
a celice worn around the
thigh for two hours a day...

Puncture marks on Katherine's thigh,
consistent with this celice
being worn.

The scars on her back
with self-flagellation,
or "discipline", as they call it.

The theory is based on the link
between the Catholic Church,

Opus Dei and fraudulent dealings
in the world's major banks.

The most well-known example being...

Roberto Calvi, the Pope's banker,
also known as God's Banker,

found hanged under
Blackfriars Bridge in 1982.

The people investigating the
fraud into Calvi's bank,

Emilio Alessandrini
and police chief Boris Guiliano,
were also assassinated.

If Katherine Keane
was part of Opus Dei,
her connection with the BICF bank

and her and Simmel's resulting death
could be much more
involved than we originally thought.

Wow. That's not a bad little theory.

Very good. Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Boyd. Hi, it's Lisa. Lisa Tobin.
Oh, hi. Hi, Lisa.

I spoke to my editor about
writing a piece on you.
You and your Cold Case work.

Oh, what did you say my unique
selling-point was? That, erm...

you were a gifted,
morally-fragmented
agent of justice...

who'd look good
in a half-page photo.

I thought maybe we could
meet and talk about it?

Look, I'm gonna have to
call you back, Lisa, OK? Bye.

OK, is this it?

Yep, the Serious Fraud Office
files have finally arrived.

I know what it is, but is this
all of it? No, not quite.

Sir?
Yeah?

Hugo Keegan,
Opus Dei's London director,
wants to talk to you personally.

Whoa...
Is he on the phone or...?

No, he's already here.

Wh-wh-where have you put him?

In reception.

Oh, my God. OK.

Bring him into my office,
will you, please?

Your officer wanted information
on individuals associated
with our organisation.

That's right. All I want to know is,
was this woman...

Katherine Keane...

a member of Opus Dei?

I asked to speak to a senior officer
because I hoped

you would appreciate
my need for discretion

and confidentiality.
I hope I was right.

Discretion, yes, but Opus Dei hasn't
exactly been, erm, publicity-shy

over the last few years, has it,
Mr Keegan? But confidentiality, no.

I have a murder investigation in
progress and reasons to believe that
an Opus Dei member may be involved.

You mustn't make a fool of yourself,
Detective Superintendent,
by taking seriously

the swirls of conspiracy
that surround us.

Well let me share my...

my thinking with you because it
might save us both a bit of time.

I know that you were in Rome in 1971
as part of an Opus Dei delegation.

A delegation that was offering
to bail out the Vatican Bank

which lost over
$200 million in bad business deals.

In 1982,

you had meetings with this man...

..Roberto Calvi.

This is Calvi, two days later,

hanging under Blackfriars Bridge.

The evidence is here.

Opus Dei has been connected with
fraudulent deals between large banks,

deals which have led to people being
assassinated or found dead
in suspicious circumstances.

OK. Then we discover two bodies

on the premises of a bank -
a bank which has collapsed.

There's evidence
that one of the victims

may be an Opus Dei member.

Now, my investigation has to ask...

is history repeating itself here?

Do you have a faith, Mr Boyd?

Think of me as, erm...

a scientist of the enlightenment,
er...

I follow the evidence
and go where it takes me.

And nothing is sacred?

Only the truth.

You know, doing a feature for your
paper's not my kind of thing.

That's a shame.
We'd work well together.

How's the investigation going?

The lovers' stories check out?
Their alibis?

Your favourite game -
who killed Katherine Keane?

Are you the only one
with investment in this?!

OK, you've got a job to do.
Why can't you tell me something?

I don't share information.
There are things you're not telling
me about Katherine.

Did you ever meet Katherine Keane?
No, I never met her.

PHONE RINGS
Hello?

'I have a Katherine Keane
at reception for Lisa Tobin?'

Tell her...

Lisa Tobin's not at her desk today.

Look, if there's something
you think I should know

about Katherine Keane,

just call me. I'll be in Dublin for
a few days but when I get back...
Will you interview Declan Keane?

But that's not the way
it's supposed to work.

You're supposed to give ME
information. Yes, I'm sorry.
I'll try and remember that.

Eye eye.

CAR RADIO: 'Are you ready for this?
Thirty seconds on the clock.

'In that time we'll try and work out
what you're thinking of.

'If we don't work out what it is,
what do you shout at us?'

I haven't got
the manpower to cover even
half of this unless we prioritise.

No, no, no. No, you listen.

Listen,
we've already spent too long trying
to find this fella Declan Keane.

He's small potatoes.

Yeah, I know. I can't allocate
man-hours to finding a small-time
dealer just because some arsehole

from London thinks it's priority. DI
Bailey? Yeah? Superintendent Arsehole
from London. Top of the morning.

I'll call you back.
I take it we still don't
know where Declan Keane is?

Not exactly, sir, no.

DI Jordan...another arsehole.

The thing of it is, sir,
I have to meet the Area Commander
in about eight minutes...

I'm sorry to interfere
with your busy day.

It's just that I wasn't expecting
you. Why don't you just leave us

what you have on Declan Keane
and let us get on with it?
OK, I'll see to that.

He's a nice chap. Yeah.

Everything's in order now, Mr Keane.

Thanks a mill'. Have a good day now.

Wow. That's a pretty expensive piece
of property Mr Calvin's sitting on.

Yeah, especially if you're
a registered bankrupt.

When did I last see Brian McGurk?

A life ago, before this me was born.

Right. Can you be more specific?

I knew him only through Mervyn
Simmel. I met him once or twice
and I liked him less and less

each time we met.

Does your psychotherapy
business pay you well, Mr Calvin?

You mean, did it buy me
this fine place?

No. I'm pleased to say that
a grateful client gifted the
lease to my Calvin Foundation.

Very grateful.

Mr Calvin, when exactly
did you last see Brian McGurk?

Last night I had a dream
about you, Grace.

Oh...

I saw you...

naked on a mountain-top.

The heavens rained down...

golden semen...

mythic Adam's
pure impregnating seed.

From your belly...

came the first human life -

the beginning of all men and women.

Now, let's see if we can
succeed where Dublin's finest...

have failed, eh?

I always thought there was a healthy
profit-margin selling coke.

Well, maybe Declan's accountant

didn't give him very good advice.

Are you ready? Yeah.

Clear?

Clear.

On your right! Hey!

There are questions
we need to ask you, Mr Calvin.

Hmm, well,
I will answer your questions
if you'll answer ONE of mine

in fair return.

OK.

Tell me what you dream of.

I dream I'm falling.

I'm a child, it's, erm, summertime,
a perfect blue sky and I'm falling.

Please, don't insult me with
this-this...this textbook material.

If you want the truth from me
give me the same.

What is it that you dream?

Spence?

In my dream, I can't breathe.

I wake up...

but I'm still dreaming, you know?

There's a dark shape crouching
on my chest.

An animal, it's heavy,
it's weighing me down.

Declan!

And do you never ask yourself

what this is all about?

I know what you're going to say
it means.

The animal is a symbol of authority,

like my father dictating
how I should run my life.

Oh, don't be blind, Dr Foley.

The dream is not about your father.

The animal on your chest
is Peter Boyd.

Don't, don't kill me! Take it all!

Give me your hand!
Give me your hand, I'm a police
officer! Give me your hand!

(Give me your hand.)

Aargh!

Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!
Ah! Come on! I got you! I got you!

Oh, God!

Aargh! Aargh!

Give me your hands!

Give me your hands!

SIREN WAILS