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We know Sonia Baker was on a hit list.

I was having a thing with Sonia.

What if Sonia Baker
was blackmailing Collins?

She was taking two grand a month.

The Daily Mail says they've got a document
proving you were about to leave your wife.

What are you working on? Me?

I knew Stephen was having an affair.

I got a letter. Anonymous.

Dominic Foy. The Is and Ys are similar.

- Dominic Foy?
- Yeah.

Just sign in the box, please.

Can we talk to you about Sonia Baker?

He's legged it.

Good. At least we know
we got the right man.

He knows something. He's useful.

Publish under your mother's
maiden name,

and you never refer to me as "Dad".

Have you ever heard of Kelvin Stagg?

He died the same day as Sonia.

Stagg lifted a briefcase.
It belonged to the hit man.

That's the only connection we've got.

We have to give it to the police.

- How long have we got?
- Five working days.

We shouldn't be keeping that
from the police!

The guy who burgled my flat
was the killer.

Where did this come from?

He's never going to repeat
who gave him this.

I need your contact.

I can't help you.

Callum McCaffrey, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of
perverting the course of justice.

Who gave you the briefcase,
Mr McCaffrey?

For the tape, this is the second time
I've asked for a phone call.

What part
of a professional journalist

pretended evidence like this
should be kept from the police?

- Phone call.
- The greedy part?

- Phone call.
- Or the part

protecting his mate Stephen Collins?

Look, I worked for him once,
about nine years ago.

He didn't do it.

Phone call.

But when he sheltered from the press,
he came to your house.

So?

He denied having anything to do
with her death.

Well, he didn't deny it, no,
because he was never asked.

Never remotely crossed your mind?

Look, he was on a train,
she went under another...

Somebody paid for a professional hit man.

The briefcase implies that, yeah.

Yeah, but you're excluding
the very public figure

who'd had everything to gain
by getting rid of her. How come?

If the reason you're keeping me here

is to stop me doing a better job
than you can,

then I would be seriously embarrassed

about that. You know?
I'd want to lead, not follow.

Well, you asked for that. I said
ten minutes ago it was getting repetitive.

Were either of you listening?

Hi, it's Anne Collins.

I'm sorry, I can't get to the phone,

but if you leave your name and your
number, I'll get back to you.

Well, at least I heard a bit of you.

I hope this is the first thing you hear
when you wake up.

How are you?
I've been thinking about you.

A bit more than I should.

I've got half a dozen people out here
thinking I'm making a phone call

to my next of kin.

I've been arrested, so, er...

...I don't know when I'm going to
get chance to speak to you again.

I just wanted to say...

...good morning.

Hi. Thanks for coming.

Well, it's a first, so, erm...

...it's a pleasure. Don't eat the food.

And Adam swears to me he can get you bail,

so don't take anal sex for granted.

And I'll see you back in the office...

...before you're 40.

OK.

Yeah.

He used the mobile.

Find out who he rang.

Louis, don't forget the bin!

Well, at least I heard a bit of you.

I hope this is the first thing you hear
when you wake up.

How are you? I've been thinking
about you. A bit more than I should.

I've got half a dozen people out here
thinking I'm making a phone call

- to my next of kin...
- Brake, Mum! Brake!

Good morning.

How's Cal?

Is Cameron in?

You reply, I reply.

- He's fine.
- Still banged up?

Helping with inquiries.

I was here when they handcuffed him.

Borderline sexy. But if that's "helping",
I'd hate to see force applied.

Yeah, er, lovely.

The union want their own lawyers
on Cal's case.

The more the merrier. We haven't actually

lost anything except maybe
a bit of a time lead.

What the police haven't got and
should never get is how we join the dots.

Do they know where the anonymous letters
came from?

No. And don't make the mistake

of saying it in the plural.

We're the only ones
who know that Dominic Foy

wrote both a letter to Anne Collins
and the fax to the Mail.

What have they actually charged Cal with?

Obstructing justice.

Because he won't say
where the briefcase came from?

Yeah, but Cal couldn't identify
that contact if he wanted to.

I mean, he never got the girl's name.
That's right, isn't it?

That's my understanding.

So why's he telling the police
he won't if he can't?

That just puts the pressure
on the rest of us.

I thought it was trying to protect
the Stagg family.

- Also my understanding.
- He's a journalist,

he's in no position to protect the Staggs!

He should never have told them that!

Della, don't walk out.

Sit down!

You lot need to find Foy,

get some history.

Della Smith's on her way back,

a bit confused as to why a trusted friend
and colleague left her wide open.

Do you explain,
or do I keep on speculating?

An established journalist is arrested
for protecting a contact.

Now, that is going to hit
the evening papers in...

...a few hours. Maybe even the telly.

What, you think that scares me?

Look, if I'm in here
refusing to surrender vital information

because it might jeopardise a contact

and I'm the only person you're holding...

...then no hit man's going to give
two shits about Della Smith, is he?

That's a very dangerous manoeuvre.
Mr McCaffrey.

Well, it's my choice.

Make it look like we've
relaxed supervision of Della Smith.

Look like. Plain clothes only.

And find me a decoy for Della.

Get a support unit together.

Right, can we talk properly,

or are you going to be
dragging the lawyers in again?

I didn't sponsor a hit man for a headline,
Inspector. You know? That happened.

I'm here because I want him caught,
like you do.

So why don't you get your press people
to publicise this arrest

and then we can all get on with the story?

It's a case. Not a story.

Hi! Do you live here?

I wish!

- I'm flat-sitting.
- Oh.

I was actually looking for Mr Foy.

- Sheena Gough?
- Who are you?

I'm not talking about Sonia
or Stephen Collins.

- I'm not interested in the affair.
- Yeah, course you're not...

For a bit of cash,
do you fancy a little job?

- What kind of job?
- Fairly basic one.

Give me a ring next time he shows up.

If somebody rang me first thing in the
morning with a devastating piece of news,

the first person I'd run to is my wife.

What are you talking about?

Who would Sonia ring?

Stephen Collins?

- You?
- Me, possibly.

So why did she ring Dominic Foy
an hour before she died?

He drives a red BMW, M3, private plate.

DFO 25Y.

Not a wanker at all...!

He's a creep.

You all did Politics?

Foy read Economics.

Sonia was having an affair with Stephen
Collins while you were staying with her.

Did she ever discuss that?

I thought you weren't after gossip.

Had Dominic Foy made a comeback
during that time?

Was she sleeping with the pair of them?
No! If you knew her, you wouldn't...

No. He just...

...swans around
like he's everyone's friend.

So he wouldn't have resented
her sleeping with Collins?

No, he probably found it amusing she was
seeing an MP no-one had heard of.

You, er...you were away when she died.

I got back last night.
I went straight to her parents'.

They're wrecked.

- What was the phone call?
- Sorry?

You said if Sonia had received
devastating news,

why would she ring Foy?
Well, what devastating news?

It was hypothetical so we can get hold of
Foy. You don't have his number?

I haven't seen him
since Sonia's birthday party.

He brought champagne.

Meant to be celebrating
the fact that she'd got a new job.

The big toast was him paying for anything.

The job with Stephen Collins?

These staples are rubbish!

Actually, can I call you back
in two minutes? Thanks.

Sonia Baker's date of birth?
25th March '75.

What's the exact date
she started working for Stephen Collins?

- 30th April.
- Exact date?

- 30th April. I'm sad, I remember dates.

There's Sonia Baker.

- I don't actually want to see her go...
- No, no, no, it's too crowded.

Just watch.

Yeah. Him.

Mike, get the engineers
to clean the image up.

OK.

OK?

Callum McCaffrey,
a senior journalist

with the Herald newspaper,
has been arrested

and charged with obstructing the police
investigation into Kelvin Stagg's murder.

Stagg was shot dead in what police
earlier called a drugs reprisal.

McCaffrey was said to be withholding

vital evidence that could expose
the identity of Stagg's killers.

- I'm Kirsty Walsh.
- Hi.

Now, I'm going to be you. I'll be taking
over your flat, your car, your clothing.

Can I take a sample of your hair colour?

Yeah. You think he'll go back to the flat?

Well, assuming he hasn't found
what he's looking for.

Don't go anywhere without
Sergeant Cheweski. "Chewy" for short.

- Hiya.

You're named in the press release,
so things could happen pretty fast.

If it's a professional hit man, simple -
you don't take any risks.

And you're happy sleeping in there?

"Happy" would be a bit psychotic.

Armed to the teeth, so for God's sake
don't get drunk and go home by accident.

Is your house alarmed?

Yeah, but it's bust.

I'll need a copy of all the house keys.

- Any pets?
- No.

- What's your car?
- A blue Ford Escort. H reg.

I thought you lot earned silly money.

Which I spend on silly things.
And cars aren't one of them.

Excuse me.

You OK?

Why are you doing this?!

Well, the more this nutter thinks I know,
the less he pins you down.

Thank you.

Is Stephen Collins here?

No. I don't think so.

I think Bell wants to bring him in
for questioning. I saw his name down.

Della? Let me introduce you to Jack.

He's going to be keeping an eye on you.

They have introduced
a range of initiatives

that have genuinely improved
working locally,

as the honourable member said.

I fear that the Bill is taking us

- in the other direction.
- Hear, hear!

Detective Chief Inspector Bell.

- Stephen Collins?
- Obviously.

I need your co-operation

with our inquiries into the death
of your researcher Sonia Baker.

Look, why wasn't I warned about this?

Co-operation needs a warning?

Well, what if it's not convenient?

Well, I remove the options
and come back with a warrant.

You could have phoned Stephen and made
this request or arranged to meet him

at the police station. You seem
fairly determined to be visible.

- That's right.
- Is it fair?

Well, there's only one seat at the circus.
So the lawyer or the spin doctor?

Mr Collins has tabled business
in the House that he's expected to be...

No, it's OK.

If you're going, use your own transport.
And take your lawyer.

Well, which one of you decided
the affair would be made public?

- We both did.
- Who first?

It was a mutual development.

Yeah, but it must have been a significant
conversation when you first had it.

I mean, er, you're about to risk
your career and family to go public.

I mean, one of you must have
voiced it first. I'm asking who.

Sonia did.

Did that worry you?

No.

It's huge exposure.

- I wasn't relishing the prospect.
- So, given the choice,

you'd have preferred
to keep things as they were?

What man wouldn't?

And you told Sonia that?

Not in so many words.

- No, but she knew.
- Yes, of course she knew.

And presumably
she was keeping the pressure up.

Sorry, what are you suggesting?

He's not under arrest.
You keep it civilised or we're leaving.

Well, she wanted to go public
more than you did.

I said she brought it up first.
That doesn't mean that I didn't...

Did she threaten to expose the affair?

- No.
- Did she request money for her silence?

Oh, now you're really crossing the line.

You see, I came here not for you,
for me, because I...

See, Sonia Baker was receiving
£2,000 a month in cash

straight into her bank account.

Well, not from me.

What, you think that came from me?

Did she have access to special privileges?

No.

What, not as a researcher
to the Energy Select Committee?

Have you any idea of the type of paperwork
that goes through my office?

- Well, no, not yet.
- Well, happy reading.

Reams and reams and reams of

overwritten, underinformed,
ball-breaking, repetitive shit,

most of it literally not worth
the paper it's written on.

- Oh, no, not to you, maybe.
- Oh, I've had enough. You said

co-operation. I'm thinking
I don't like this smug shit, but fine,

because I want to understand why she died!

I want to know
what the last year of my life

was for. You're not capable
of helping me, are you?

You drew £200 on your cash card

every second or third day
that isn't accounted for

in your Parliamentary expenses
or tax returns.

You've accessed his accounts?

Yeah. A police officer was killed.
Dispensations apply. I got a warrant.

You processed over £2,000
every month in cash.

What did you spend that on, Mr Collins?

That's my business.

Say nothing. Let me do the talking.

This was a routine part of
the investigation into a tragic death,

during which my client supplied
all the information required.

We came here voluntarily.
The discussion was mutually beneficial.

No further comment. Thank you.

Is it true Mr Collins is going to resign?

No further comment. Excuse me.

Because they've gone that far,
they're going to want receipts.

You can produce receipts?

I keep receipts for claimable expenses.

Having an affair is not
a claimable expense.

George Fergus, please.

Stephen Collins
went voluntarily for routine...

God's sake! He looks like
he's trying to catch a bus.

Sorry. Are you waiting for me?

I just had to double-check some stuff.

The chronology of Sonia Baker's
employment records.

The interview with Stephen Collins
happened on 10th April, right? The letter

confirming she got the job
was posted on 25th April.

But a whole month
before any of that, on 25th March,

she told Sheena Gough
she was going to work for Stephen Collins.

Could Sheena Gough
have got the dates mixed up?

That was my first thought, but this was
discussed at Sonia's birthday party.

25th March.

Exactly what I asked, specifically.

"The job with Stephen Collins?" "Yes."

And Stephen Collins told you

that he'd never met her
until she went to work in his office.

Yeah.

I just spoke to his previous
researcher, Julie Mitchell.

She was unexpectedty offered
a better job at the COI.

Fine.

So...if Collins shoe-horned her
into that job...

No, hang on.

If Stephen Collins lied to me, ever...

No. You...

I know what you're thinking.
"What if she blackmailed him?"

Don't you?

I don't.

You did.

Mm.

- You started that ball rolling.
- Yeah, well,

that was before I knew Sonia Baker had
a sexual history with Foy.

On-off at university and since.

Humps her and dumps her,
and she can't resist bouncing back

when he's a little bit bored,
which he must think's fantastic.

I mean, what guy wouldn't? Shag on tap.

Until she starts an affair with Collins.

- Foy gets jealous.
- And he must have had a realistic motive

for the anonymous letters.

Plus, he vanishes
the minute we start asking questions.

So what are we thinking?

Why is Collins lying?

The only lies he's told
have turned out in his favour.

I mean, once she's dead,

what is the point in admitting
he was going to leave his wife for her?

That's the worst he's done.

Plus, Foy's the first person she calls
when she hears her life's been threatened.

Which can't be a coincidence.

Excuse me, chaps.

- Now, Andrew.
- Er, two minutes.

You advised Stephen Collins
to talk to the police?

Only to prevent him being arrested.

You've been briefing against him,
saying his job's on the line?

- No. I...
- Hugh Priestner thinks you did.

I joked about Collins being
a high-maintenance charge.

Ah, a little joke with the big
journalist. Not contrived at all...

- George...
- Stephen Collins has had more crap

on his plate in a week
than you could stand in a lifetime.

He needs all the help he can get,
not gimmicks from you.

Brief in his favour. Put this right.

Is he here yet?

Who are you?

- Well, I've said all I'm going to say.
- He's with Mr McCaffrey.

What, you need a bodyguard?

Suddenly.

2,000 quid a month.

Asking or offering?

Sonia was banking two grand a month
in cash. Where from?

We don't know where.

But you knew it for a fact,
and you didn't tell me.

No, there's a lot of stuff
I haven't told you.

The more you know,
the more you're compromised.

- I'm trying to cover you.
- From what?!

They're talking to me like
I'm some kind of bloody suspect already!

The first time I asked you about her,
you called it "a fling".

When the evidence disproved that,
you admitted you were in love with her.

You finally admitted you were
planning to leave Anne for her.

- They weren't lies.
- OK. Stephen,

but, you know, you want
everything I've got

in return for little bits of truth?
It's not good enough.

OK, Cal, what do you want me to say?

How long before she arrived

did you know Sonia Baker
was going to be your new researcher?

The day I offered her the job.

All right, the day Greer offered her
the job. Personally, I would have gone for

one of the other applicants.
Greer talked me round.

I trust her instincts.

Sonia knew she was going to be
working here

a month before you reckon you met her.

That's not true!

It's not even possible!

We've got one of her closest friends
on record saying it is.

Well, which close friend?

She's not my contact.

Cal...

...on the life of my children,
I did not put Sonia in my department.

Ask Greer!

Yeah?

- The whips are on their way down.
- Thanks.

You'd best vanish.

Do you know, erm, a Dominic Foy?

Er, of him, yeah.
He used to date Sonia. Why?

Never met him?

No.

First time I've ever been inside there.
Very impressive.

Yeah. The building's great.

Fancy a coffee?

William!

Sir.

Stephen Collins.

I'm under pressure to explain
what all the fireworks were for.

Erm, well, Sonia Baker's death's
now part of a wider murder investigation,

and, erm, he was her lover.

Was he helpful?

Selectively.

Wider murder investigation because...?

Well, there's a possibility
she didn't fall but was pushed.

And we can connect her
to one phone call made to a lad called

Kelvin Stagg, who was also murdered...

...which, erm, needs investigation.

Right!

Fair enough.

But keep Collins out of this building

unless you have cast-iron proof
he's of use to you.

With respect, sir,
that kind of limits how I proceed.

You imposed your own limits
by tipping the press off.

He's an easy target, William.
You made a meal of it.

If he was your best lead
and you had to let go...

...that's not his fault.

She's entering the building now.

Flush.

I win again.

Surprise...

We all saw the news and, er...

...they were worried about you.

Hello, Dad.

The police, they're under pressure to...
look like they're making progress.

Were you actually arrested?

No. No, they just...
they just asked me to come in, that's all.

Well, why? What more
do they want to know?

Well, everything. You know,
what you thought

six months ago, what you didn't.
Everything.

Well, I've no food in, so we can
go out or we can get a takeaway.

I've booked into a hotel.

You didn't have to do that.

It's reserved now, so...

Yeah, can I have

a cab on account, please?

Collins.

21540.

Going to?

Charlotte Street.

Charlotte Street.

Can I come round?

It's a bit complicated.

I just want to talk.

I'm under protection.
There's a copper here.

It wouldn't look good
if you rolled up now.

Come and see me at the hotel.

I can't travel alone.

I just don't know what the hell's
going on with Stephen. I just, erm...

...I need to see you.

Whereabouts are you staying?

I need to go and interview a contact.

Which means I need to go out.

I look forward to meeting her.

Your phone's on the tracker.

Look, Mr McCaffrey,

I'm just here for protection.

Who else heard that?

Your private life's

got nothing to do with us
unless it's relevant to the case.

Am I allowed to go alone?

I stay within range.

The rest...I'm not interested. OK?

Thank you.

Are you there, four?

Go ahead.

- We'll be on the move shortly.
- OK.

Your guests have arrived, Mrs Collins.
May I send them up?

Room 70.

I'll be waiting here.

He looks high.

Sorry?

Very high.

To have a bodyguard.

He's average.

Stephen was all over the place.

I get your message first, arrested,

then his, summoned for questioning,

I've got journalists
hammering on the bloody door,

and the kids wanted to know
what the hell's going on.

Why were you arrested?

Tactical.

Andrew Wilson's saying
everything's going to blow over,

but it's all going
in the wrong direction,

and I just don't know
what I'm going to do.

If Stephen was seriously involved with
something, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

What are you doing?

I could have e-mailed you
answers to all that.

Now, we can talk about Stephen or...
we can do what we came for,

but I can't do both, Anne.

Four in the morning, they ring down.
Eggs and tea,

kippers and tea.

You don't eat eggs with tea.

Eggs and coffee?

Fine.

Eggs...and coffee.

Would you eat eggs with tea?

I eat anything with anything, mate.

Are you hungry?

Well, I wasn't.

Good money?

You what?

Bodyguard.

Well, he's not my employer.
I'm a police officer.

Real police?

Only kind we've got in this country, mate.

Did he put saffron in that? Cos...

Where's your nearest fire exit?

End of the corridor.

It can't be opened from the outside.

Are you there?

I checked it at ten.

Backup, backup! Rear door's been breached!

- Room 70, you said?
- Yes!

Where's the briefcase?

You don't turn around.

The police. The police have got it.

Who gave it to you?

Who gave it to you?!

I haven't got a name.
Er, I don't know her name.

Kelvin Stagg's girlfriend.
I can't remember her name.

Description?

Black. Five two.

She was white!

Name!

Room service.

What have you ordered?

Coffee.

What have you got?

Champagne.

No. No, no, no, no, please, take me!

Take me. Take me, take me.
I'll walk with you. I'll walk with you.

Please. Come on. Come on.

Chewy, come in.

Chewy? Chewy, are you receiving?

Chewy, are you there?

The fire doors.
He's going for the fire doors!

- Can you see him?
- No.

- Where are you?
- Fire door.

- Which?
- Front.

Back, you tosser! Backfire doors!

Weapon.

Floor. Now!

Move.

Radio. We're heading for Reception.

- Back towards Reception.
- What?

Reception. Front Reception!

Now! Now!

Move. Against the wall.

Hands!

I'm not going anywhere!

I just want to see my kids,
and I'm not going anywhere.

Look, just get my things!

Oi, oi, oi!

News crews will have picked this up
already. If she's seen like this,

it's a whole other story
I don't want involving in.

Right?

Let me handle the information.

- All right?!
- Yes, yes. OK.

Take her to your house.
Wait for us there. I mean it!

You wait there.

Chewy, what the hell happened?

Who gave the order to kill?

Who said to kill him, for Christ's sake?

Early reports indicate that the gunman
was shot dead by police marksmen.

Two other people were treated
at the scene of the incident.

They were later allowed to go home.
Well, let's go back

to our top story today, and that is
that charities are claiming...

Morning, Eddie.
Good news about the Palace.

It'll make a very draughty council house,
but there you go.

Pay up, Gus.

Morning, Abby. How are you?
Good to see you.

A love affair or just sex?

Does it matter?

What do the police know?

Enough.

Look, I'll, erm...

...I'll withdraw from the story.

I'll let Della run it from here.
She's got...

...Helen and Dan to bounce off, so...

And Pete's better infantry
than you give him credit for.

Don't tell me

how to rearrange my staff,
and if you don't fancy

subbing the greyhound results,
I suggest you start

looking for another job. Is that fair?

I didn't plan this.

Obviously not.

You just couldn't resist her.

That's reprehensible.

Totally unprofessional.

Feel better now?

Why did you lot discount drugs
in the Kelvin Stagg case?

Do you mind?!

You seemed certain he was clean.

We got a sneak preview
of the toxicology from the postmortem.

Trustable informant?

Yes.

You sure you weren't just paying for
what you wanted to hear?

Kelvin Stagg was found
swimming in crack cocaine when he died.

I saw the tox report myself.

They found nothing
but steroids for asthma.

I can show you the copy we got.

- In confidence.
- Yeah.

In confidence?

Yeah, the dead guy's name is Robert
Bingham. Ex-soldier turned businessman.

Had something to do
with domestic security.

Now, in my opinion, he was shot dead
when he could easily have been disarmed.

I've had three calls from upstairs asking
for a full report, meaning final report.

They want to shut the case down.

If you can give me any information
to shift my authority,

do it now, and I promise
I'll return the favour.

Well, just telling you that
gives you more than you had!

Sonia Baker's ex-boyfriend, Dominic Foy,

runs a PR company in Apex House.

He did a runner the minute we tried to
interview him. We can't find him anywhere.

Foy? F-O-Y?

We know he was the one that sent
the anonymous letter to the Daily Mail.

That's all I can tell you.

Della?

There were sombre scenes

in north London today as mourners gathered
for the funeral of Sonia Baker.

At the request of the family,
Stephen Collins was not in attendance.

- Joy!
- Cal! Look, I'm doing a course.

I can't talk.

I've got a car outside. I can give you
a lift, if you want.

I can't talk to you.

This is Della, by the way.

Della works with me.

She's as pissed off as I am
that you sold us duff information,

and she would like to know
how that could have happened.

Why were the postmortem results
changed, Joy?

You pushed me for early results.

I gave you early results.

Later tox screens
revealed the presence of drugs.

This is what I got
from the Professor of Toxicology.

Quote - "That amount of crack cocaine

"would have been detected
in the very first screening.

"Anybody who tells you otherwise
is either totally incompetent

"or deliberately misleading you."

Which one is it, Joy?

We know for a fact the police
weren't involved in that decision.

It was weird.

The forensic laboratory said
they'd made calculation errors.

When I saw the new report,
I knew they couldn't be that far adrift.

I rang them. They said they'd phone back.

Ten minutes later, my supervisor came in,

removed all my files on that case,
because it's now classified.

...rumours of a connection

between this and Tuesday's arrest
of journalist Cal McCaffrey.

McCaffrey was charged with
obstructing the police inquiry

into the death of Kelvin Stagg.

This is Deborah Hall,

Charlotte Street, Central London.

I just... I just wanted to say...

You promised us we wouldn't
have to bury him like this.

- I'm sorry.
- Why weren't you at the inquest,

telling them what you told us?

- I'd been arrested.
- You will be

if I've got anything to do with it.

You lied to us to get a few more pages
on your story.

That's not my story.
My story hasn't even been printed yet.

Look, I saw the postmortem results
for myself. They found no drugs.

They have now!

They've made him look like
what everybody wanted him to be.

A black druggie.
And I am trying to find out

- how that has happened.
- I gave you a piece of evidence

that should have cleared
my brother's name!

I gave you the briefcase,
the gun, the witness.

Sonny, the guy that killed Kelvin

- was murdered by the police last night.
- Great.

Thank you.

Fuck off that way!

And they want that to be
an end to it, but it's not. Sonny!

Sonny?

Is he being buried or cremated?

Buried.

Dominic Foy flew to Málaga yesterday.

He's booked a return flight
into Heathrow tomorrow morning.

Now, I could have him picked up.

What the inspector wants to know -

if we got to him first, what would
our line of investigation be?

Look...

...if all we've got is
that he's friends with Sonia Baker,

then we've no cause for arrest.

OK.

When Kelvin Stagg
rang Sonia Baker that morning,

we believe it was to warn her
she was on a hit list.

She didn't call the police. She didn't
call anybody from her own phone.

She used a payphone in the lobby.
She talked for an hour.

She rang Dominic Foy.

Can we make a deal?

There is more, but you've already
said your hands are being tied.

If we tip information up to you

and your governors decide
to make political decisions

about what gets buried,
we could end up saying nothing.

Spoken like an editor.

Depending how conclusive
this information is...

There's a wider picture,
and we're not sure what that is yet,

but it stretches a lot further
than you probably have access to.

The information, for the time being,
stays with me and Chewy.

Now, I'll let you know in good time
before I refer anything to my superiors.

In return

for fair warning that we're going to print
with anything you don't know?

Yeah, correct.

Foy sent two anonymous letters,

one, before Sonia died, to Anne Collins

telling her about the affair.

The second you know about,
after she died, to the Mail, suggesting

Collins and Baker were about to go public.

One's handwritten, one's typed.

We can pin both of them on him.

And you've got the originals?

Given the deal

and...and that we both trust each other
to stick to that,

is it wise for you to arrest Foy?

If we get hold of him first,

is there not value in seeing
what he'll say to us for a fee...

...as opposed to what he'll say to you
to avoid charges?

Flight UK415 touches down

at 10.30 tomorrow morning.

And we'll obviously

hear from you whether the fingerprints
on the two documents can be matched.

Yeah.

Was that all right, Dad?

This is fantastic, thank you.

Louis did most of it.

Me and Cass, we've talked over
all this...stuff...

...consensus being...

...you're an arsehole.

Still, a special one, though.

We know you've a lot of things
to sort out...

Louis, this isn't a conversation to have

- round the table.
- ...but...

...if you do separate,

you've got to promise
that you'll keep talking like grown-ups.

We deserve a bit of respect.

That's all I'm saying.

- I'm sorry.
- I know.

Make sure you have the kids at Euston
by half ten.

See you tomorrow at the station!

I didn't used to like you.
How did we get here?

I couldn't stand you.

- You're just saying that now.
- No, I'm not, I'm not.

You really bugged me.

Well, I was...

I was Stephen's campaign manager, and...

...you made me feel like his bitch.

Just returning your keys, Cal.

In 1994, when you came
to work for my election campaign,

you weren't the best on offer.

Just the best at the right price.

And I caught you looking at Anne then.

Not seriously,
cos she's out of your league,

but it was definitely a look.

Wanting something
more than you could have.

That's you all over, isn't it?

Stephen, with all due respect,

- you don't...
- Shut up!

You've not had a serious relationship
in all the time I've known you.

Chasing this, poking that.

The second they mention
moving in together,

off you go looking for someone else
like a kid with a spud gun.

The first grown-up woman
that you sleep with, to my knowledge...

...has to be this damaged and this
desperate for you to get her in the sack.

- Piss off.
- What does that say about you, Cal?

And you haven't helped that situation
at all?

- You're not even embarrassed.
- Don't you dare preach!

She looks embarrassed.

I've enough to be ashamed of
for it not to be preaching.

For your own dignity, you could have
gone anywhere to get laid.

My private life's none of your business
any more.

An hour ago you promised our children

that we would keep it civilised
for their sake.

Compared to the mess you've created
for our kids, this is nothing.

Do you think they'll see it like that?

Don't be ridiculous.
They've no need to know.

Yesterday he's pretending to be
my best friend.

How do you know he's not?

What? This is best?

You started all this!

Not for revenge.

- You said ten minutes.
- I lied.

You should have guessed.

- Did you see Mum?
- Yep.

Is she all right?

When was it I really disappointed you,
Louis?

The affair.

- Yeah?
- Having to read it in the papers.

Only then?

So what was all that pouting before then,
eh? Months before.

- I don't know what you...
- Every time I came home to Manchester

I felt about as welcome as a cold.

We were always happy to see you.

- You were if your mother was.
- What are you on about?

You know, you're sat here tonight
demanding respect and loyalty

and for months and months and months
you've been looking at me sideways.

Eh? Being the front man
for your mother's moods.

Dad, I didn't come down here to argue

- with you.
- I work long hours.

Days away, weeks away,
and she started resenting that.

Resenting the very job
she'd encouraged me to stand for.

- You along with her.
- We missed you.

You did. Karen did.

But your mother started wishing
that I would never come home.

She'd written me off
long before I had an affair.

But, you know, that's marriage.
That's a risk.

But I didn't marry you or Karen.
I helped make you.

I've got nothing but devotion to you.

So it's a bit offensive
when you start demanding more!

You're a big lad now, son.

Eh?

So shit happens - you have to
avoid pretending it's personal.

If you're going to sit up watching crap
all night, I'm having the bed.

This'll get worse before it gets better.

Don't rely on your mother
to do your thinking for you.

It's confirmed.
Foy's on the earlier plane.

He's on the half nine.

- Did you try Cal's mobile?
- It's off.

Foy's arriving an hour early.

- Sorry.
- Again.

Like you mean it.

- You take care of yourself, OK?
- Yeah.

Come here.

- You all right?
- When will you be home?

As soon as I can, all right?

You'll be the first to know. All right?

Sorry, the traffic was bad.

See you soon.

Right. Your grandad's
going to pick you up at Manchester.

I've got two more things to do
and then I'll be right behind you.

- Today or tomorrow?
- I'll try and get everything done

- by tomorrow.
- OK.

Right, I've got to go and talk to your
dad. Ring me when you're home. Bye.

Stephen...don't go off like that.

Come on. Let's just talk.

Got nothing to talk about.

Bloody hell! Dominic Foy! How's it going?

- Do I know you?
- Yeah, we're connected through work.

How come?

- Well, I'm a journalist...
- Yeah...

- ...and you've been avoiding me.
- Yes.

Now I know that's pointedly
not a connection...

- How was Spain?
- Can you get that tanned in 24 hours?

Some people do. Naturally, I mean.
Depends on your UV exposure.

Me, I just go pink, and then medical.

Listen, forget it, all right?

- I don't want to talk here.
- Like we do.

And you can shift that,
cos I want to use me car.

- We could always go to your office.
- No way.

Use mine?

Or we could just print what we know
and let you swim in it.

No sexual history?

With Sonia? No chance.

- Did you want to?
- No.

So Sheena Gough was totally lying when
she said you two were banging each other?

Sheena Gough?
What would she know?

A lot more than you're telling us.

OK. All right, OK,
we were a bit of an item once.

Or twice. I can't remember.

- Way, way back.
- So you had slept together?

Yes. But not, you know,
that I was taking it seriously.

All right? She stalked me.

Not in a freaky way.

And time to time...

...I caved in.

So definitely more than once?

Yeah.

Ex-lovers, you know?

Better as friends.
But, I mean, what's the hassle?

Why did you send Stephen Collins' wife

an anonymous letter
warning her of his affair with Sonia?

Me?

That's not true.
That's... That's nowhere near true.

It is. And we can prove it.

That's not my writing.

It matches the signature we took
when you signed for a parcel.

And the one on the fax
you sent to the Mail after Sonia died.

From Kinko's in Half Moon Street.

That's just round from your office.
They've got you on their security tapes.

Oh, sorry. Sorry.

- Cameron, Dominic Foy.
- Oh!

Well, that went well, obviously.

Are you going straight home?

Leave me alone.

You won't get your case unpacked
before the police pick you up.

For what?

Well, they're now treating Sonia
as a murder investigation.

Right?

We know they want to speak to you.

You're all over the place, mate.

At the very least, you need to get
your version of the story straight.

Practise on us.

Always gilding the lily.

He thinks stuff like that's witty.

Not a recessive gene, then.

Start again.

Not here.

No way here!

What kind of money
are we talking?

Nobody's talking money.

Unless you've got something
we couldn't get anywhere else.

Make me an offer.