All language subtitles for Wolfe.S01E05

Shit!

Yeah.

Sorry to wake you, Boss.

Er, let me just—
Close the window.

We've got a live fire at the
Islamic Centre on Mayman Street.

Police are worried it
could be a hate crime.

Who's in charge?

You don't wanna know.

Thanks a lot! Not my job, mate.

That's my fiancé! Hey,
go easy! She's OK.

Where is he? He was
trapped in the kitchen.

I tried, babe...

I really tried.

Who's the 'he'? Abdullah!
My brother. He's the Imam.

Look, hey, hey! I'll find
out what happened to him.

I'll go and find out
what happened to him.

What's going on? I
promise. Please. OK?

You cannot be here.
I'll come find you.

Alright. We'll be at
my café, yeah? Shakes.

Over there.

Come on, Sis. Come on.

He got here quick.
And what's he come as?

What is he doing? Anything
he wants to apparently.

Morning Boss! Oh!

So, where's... Steve and...?

Steve's on his way.
Course we're a man down.

You know, I'm all for letting
down the ladder after me

as long as snakes
aren't climbing up.

It's OK to not like
someone, Maggy.

I didn't like my daughter
until she could use the toilet.

Er, you can take that off now!

The fire's out, Jan. Let us in.

Not a chance. We're
awaiting engineering.

What?

If the action's round the
back, try using the front.

Ha!

Wolfe?

Wolfe... Can you hear me?

Come on mate, come on.

- Mags!
- No, it's me.

Wolfe? Wolfe, where are you?

I'm in... in the mosque.

What are you playing at?

Boss, tell me what
can you see? Really?

What? He's already in there.

It...

It looks like the fridge
is the seat of the fire.

What else?

My life flashing before my eyes.

Pornhub really dominates
the latter years.

Get out. Now!

Right, what was that?

Judgement day.

Wolfe?

Wolfe!

Wolfe!

I'm OK.

More than I can
say for the Imam.

Get out of there, Wolfe!
Shift your arse, now!

Can you indicate what part
of the building you're in?

I'm trying!

Wolfe!

I give up. You lot
are co-dependent.

Off his meds, off his
heads? Looks like it.

Are we going to talk
to him about it?

Abso-fucking-lutely not.
Well, not until you have to.

You OK?

I'm alright. I'm just
going across the road.

Let me push you.

That's kind of you. Thank you.

Here. It's the best
I've got, sorry.

I smelt the smoke,

then opened the kitchen
door, and it was an inferno.

Just couldn't get to him.

I feel like a coward.

Door handles?

Imperfect action is better
than perfect inertia.

Here he is.

Sorry.

My brother, my brother's dead.

You could've died, too,
trying to save him.

I can't believe he's not here.

That's my entire family, Haroon!

Zara, that's not true.

First trimester?

No, I'm four months gone.

Abdullah was going
to be an uncle.

He'd be really proud of you.

"We belong to Allah, and
to Him do we return."

But I'll bet we're allowed
to wave back now and again.

If he is, he won't be waving.

I didn't tell him.

I said I'd do it next month,

when I'd put distance between
us, for his reputation.

OK? Cheers, bro.

We're moving to
Pakistan on Wednesday.

Haroon? I found some shoes
for you, in the back.

You Muslim?

Lapsed.

Well, phase three, in
fact. I packed it in.

Oh, great. Another kafir.

Jamal!

So, what happens today, then?

Do we send undertakers for him?

The body still needs to
be formally identified.

We go to dental and DNA
in these kinds of cases.

Will that take long?

I'm not in charge of the case,
I'm afraid. Just the science.

I'm-I'm sorry for your loss.

But congratulations.

Another day in paradise.

Are we sure it's safe to be in here
considering the boss nearly choked?

What are the footprints saying?

Can't see the wood from the Fire
Service shoes at the minute.

I've got one of
Wolfe's footprints

and then out there, I've got
bare feet from the worshippers.

- Does anyone fancy.
- Giving me a hand? - No.

There's nothing...
nothing! I miss the dogs.

That thing's worth a
year's salary. Even yours.

Right, what do you reckon?

Nowhere near damaged
enough to cause the fire.

That doesn't mean it
shouldn't be checked. CCTV?

I've searched the
building, no dice.

Well, what do we know?

Based off the burn patterns
to the floors and overhead...

You were right about the seat.

Let's get it to
base, get it tested.

Belts, braces, all the traces.

Just to be clear, we're
eliminating hate crime?

We're not eliminating, but's
it low down on the list.

There's no hate messages,
no messages at all.

Was the Imam was well liked?

It's hard to hear a bad word.

Ran a food bank, community
outreach, and got a recording booth

built for the youth club.

But when you say 'It's
hard to hear a bad word.'

Some called him a
moral extortioner,

and someone accused him of
misappropriating mosque funds.

Is that embezzlement?

No, he blew it on the youth
club recording studio.

And what do we know about the
fella who discovered the fire?

Haroon was about to become
brother-in-law to Abdullah.

He's a community lawyer.

Immigration mainly, but he
covers general law pro-bono

two afternoons a week. You're
wearing different lipstick.

I'm wearing none.

That really suits you.

I had no say in it, but thanks.

I've bagged up the trainers
from the shoe rack.

They need running for prints.

Will do.

So weird. Dominique's
left me on read.

Wonder what's she
stropping about now!

Has something happened?

You need to ask Dot.

Maggy, if you know what Dot
knows, then just tell me now.

Your girlfriend was
only here to shove Wolfe

and the rest of us under
a bus, including you.

What?

She was trying to free her
jailbird mum by discrediting Wolfe.

At any cost.

I'm not decent.

If it's a parcel, leave
it next door please.

You need to open
the door, Dominique.

So, that is the only reason
that you came to work here?

It's the only reason I
took forensic science.

Becoming a GP wasn't
going to save her.

So, you couldn't get to
Wolfe without banging me?

I got the job on credible merit.

Yeah, but it helped to
have me on the board

at your first round
of interviews, no?

So, what was I?
Was I 'Mr. Backup'?

For three months, Dominique,
I have been walking on air

because I thought that you
actually saw something in me.

You!

I don't expect you
to believe this

but my feelings
for you are real.

No, do not come near me.

I never said a word
about the two of you.

We can talk about all of it
or none of it after work.

But if you're staying,
I need you focused.

The capacitor's melted
and the wiring's damaged.

No PAT test tag, and to top it all,
this serial number's a recall model.

But let's test the ashes.

Belt and braces,
like the man said.

Er, who's doing DNA and prints?

That would be you, also, as I'll
be getting the boss off the ledge.

Or you could just push him.

When they lifted the body, there was
variable scorch marks in the lino.

Porous surfaces retain
traces of accelerants.

What, underneath the body?

The electro sniffer
went batshit.

Whoa! Woo-hoo hoo hoo!

Guy Fawkes! Guy Fawkes!

What does this mean?

- Er... Arson.
- Yeah, arson.

So, DCI Betsy Chambers's
turn to going batshit next!

Now, am I paying for
these out of petty cash,

because it is full of my IOUs?

Actually, they're on me.

At what cost?

Wolfe's not himself.

No, no, no! Knock mine
off whatever you owe me.

Yeah, and mine. Will you
please just let me finish?

Not if you know
what's good for you.

You just saw the state of him.

Yeah, but I also
saw the results.

Look, if we're not going
to confront him about it.

OK, that's another
no. Don't say 'we'!

Then we need to be checking. I
don't mean checking his work,

I mean checking the
legitimacy of his process.

- I just heard the phone!
- Oh!

Yeah, I think it's
from me, actually.

Maggy! You're becoming
the shadow I can't shake.

I dropped by to rush
through the post-mortem.

Should have known
you'd be on it.

He promised me a steak dinner.

I'm surprised you're not vegan.

There's soot particles staining
the tongue and the pharynx.

Goes as far as the glottis.
So, death by smoke inhalation.

I've yet to test the
carboxyhaemoglobin

or examine the distal airways.

Looks like burst blood
vessel in the right eye?

I think you're right.

- Sorry.
- Maxine, Maxine!

I've got to take
this. Mum? Oh, no!

Who's the third party? Parties?

What hospital are they in?

That's going to take a while.
Well, you sound OK. Where are you?

What the actual fuck?

Bruv!

See! The hyoid bone is broken.

Somebody strangled Abdullah,
fracturing his hyoid bone,

causing the blood vessel
to burst in his right eye.

- So, he was murdered.
- That's right.

Can you keep an eye on
Maxine whilst I clear up?

Yeah.

Hey! Anything on the vape?

We only managed to retrieve a
partial print from the vape.

But it's quite
distinctive, though.

Great. When's Betsy getting here?
Actually, that's not the best bit.

I managed to pull a
print from the trainers

that I found at the
crime scene. And... look.

Nice diagonal scar.
DNA? Tons of it.

But we're still no closer because
the print's not on the database.

The suspect has no prior.

So, it's definitely murder?
Yes. Death by strangulation.

Brilliant. So, we're gonna
get hate crime headlines?

- Brilliant!
- Unlikely, OK?

Someone tried to make this
look like an accident.

The other mob, they would've
claimed responsibility.

Abdullah had a series
of run-ins with Jamal.

He'd publicly objected to Jamal's
café licence because of drug use.

Were they warranted?

He'd been charged a few
times, but never convicted.

So, his prints aren't on file?
Yeah, but does he have an alibi?

Intruder alarm and witnesses
confirm he opened up the café

for breakfast orders
after the mosque.

So? That's like 90 seconds
away from the crime scene!

Erm, are we done?

No, no, no. This is an
invitation-only event.

Look, I need to ask
the community for help.

More help, in working out
what happened to Abdullah.

Are you drunk? What's going on?

What difference
would a day make?

I needed to come when most of his
friends were in the same place.

I can't smell booze, but
something's not right.

You should go.
Abdullah was murdered!

What?

This is seriously
inappropriate behaviour.

You shouldn't be here.
If that's even true,

today was about
remembering his life.

Meanwhile, somebody's
getting away with taking it.

What, and you're looking at me?

I didn't open my mouth, but
who contested your shop licence

three years running
for drug activity?

I'm either calling the
police or a doctor.

I am a doctor. Fuck
it. It's police.

Zara, Zara, Zara, Zara!

How was he murdered?

I'm not at liberty to disclose.

Oh, but you're fine breaking
this to me in public?

Look, I shouldn't have come.

I realise that now,
but this community

is resistant to cooperation
at the best of times.

You've just made it ten
times worse, haven't you?

I need a senior officer
to call me back.

You need help, Professor.

That's what I've been
trying to tell them, OK?

I just need an exact
list of everyone

that was in that
mosque on that day.

Will you help with
the community?

It's weird.

The ashes in the fridge
have the usual suspects,

but there's also
elastane and acrylic.

Possibly for a wick?

No, elastane and
acrylic is socks.

- Did any socks come.
- With the trainers? - No.

Maybe he used both as wicks?

Whatever, this literally
stinks of an improv.

This is not pre-meditated.

Hand sanitizer and socks.

Aha! Where's the Boss when
you want to show off, eh?

Now we're talking!

♪ Little shopping bags in a row

♪ In a row, in a row. ♪

Dad, cut it out!
Where have you been?

My legs aren't in it, Dad.

We need to sit down and
eat something, or go home.

Look!

These were in the shop window,
and they're exactly my size.

That's alignment, right?

They just popped in
and out, two seconds.

I find it helps to make lists.

Did you just say that to me?

I just meant... lists
curb my overspending.

I think we tried one, once.

Oh, Flick! We forgot
the Apple store!

No, Dad, please! I don't—
We've still got 15 minutes.

I don't need anything else.

Have you no more adrenaline
in those legs, Milady?

Why, no, Sire.
You've taken the lot!

- Come on!
- Oh!

Whoo-ho!

I told you to leave me alone.

You were a lot less polite.

All of that is going back!

Mum! I tried to talk to him.

Wolfe...

Your Dad's not feeling well. I
know, I cottoned on too late.

- I can tell.
- Hey, I could be dripping in iPads now.

Do you understand the
level- Flick, I'm kidding!

I got it!

OK.

- Do you remember this song?
- Yeah!

Your mum and me to this song.

Your mother and me, took coke
together for the first time.

Jesus Christ, Wolfe!

HE... thought it was coke

but the idiot was
snorting Beecham's powder

when I was in the loo.
She'll tell you anything!

OK.

Mmm!

- Oh!
- Dad!

- Wolfe!
- Daddy!

- - Waa! - OK.
- Bloody hell, Val.

Can you please channel some of the
affection you used to have for me?

I am. I am thinking
about our wedding night.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

You don't half piss me off.

When was the last time
you took your meds?

I am taking my meds.
I've got a big case.

Lithium?

They numb me, Val, OK?

It's like watching my life on TV

except we're at your Dad's house
and there's shit reception.

Showing your age.

- I can't.
- OK.

- I can't do this.
- OK.

OK. Just...

Please... Hmm?..tread lightly.

- - Mm-hmm. - Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

I better go.

Sorry! Thank you. Thank you.

I um...

Nah.

You know if you... if you

woulda come to me in the first
place and told me your truth,

I'd have backed you to the hilt.

We could have investigated
your mum's case together.

Who'd trust anyone with
that kind of information

before they knew them properly?

Well, I've never discussed
my childhood with anyone

since I left home, so...

What does 'properly' mean?

I'm so sorry I hurt you, Steve.

Y'know, the guys I normally
go for aren't your type,

and they're never that pale.

But I did.

Yeah, as bait.

After that.

Unfilled prescriptions?
Yeah, going back months.

Alright, Maggy, for your
record, I take it back.

He has never historically
been this stupid.

He's just been seen coming
through the main foyer.

For my sake, do
not fuck the bear.

- Go, go, go, go!
- Alright!

And that's my point.

- You've never seen him this bad.
- Before? - No, I said 'stupid'.

He has been this bad before,
but not without his meds.

What did you do then? Well,
I... covered his back.

Which is a little bit not-like
and completely opposite to

'watching his arse'!

And what did he mean
by 'for my sake'?

Have you checked the vape from
the crime scene for drugs?

- Er, yeah, it's clear.
- Boss, can I have a word? - Shoot.

Um, I wanted to talk- I think
you should rehire Dominique.

I think you should stop
thinking with your dick.

Leave it, eh, Steve?
No, I have to try.

Try what? I don't
know how to say this,

but this investigation is
totally shoot from the hip.

Are you sure you didn't drop
the ball all those years ago?

You know what I
hate Steve? Liars!

She didn't... lie. Ah!
"Alternative facts."

OK, Boss, you bang on about
how we deal in certainties.

Oh, so you do listen!

You're a great teacher, so
why don't you teach Dominique?

Because she doesn't
have facts, Boss.

She has doubts and she does not
deserve to be this tormented.

Give her another shot
Boss or— Don't say it.

Or what?

Or I will leave as well.

- Ooh! I accept.
- You do?

I accept your resignation.

Wow! I didn't know I
was meant to be here.

How did you?

We checked two
others before this.

I thought I was
coming to charge you,

but I persuaded Haroon Waseem
to withdraw a formal complaint.

Who's 'we'?

Salary, Sanity,
Surveillance. MI6-6-6.

Oh, now it's The Incredibles!

I was forced to come, but
I could've been asked.

Don't be a dick, Wolfe.

You're scaring the people who
evidently care about you the most.

You're the least scared-looking
people I've ever seen.

Nobody's ganging
up on you Wolfe,

but we all think your
behaviour is well-off!

Pfft!

We found unfilled prescriptions
in your office drawer.

You've gone through my
drawers? Wolfe, stop.

You lied about
being on the meds.

Your behaviour in
a post-mortem was

hyper, reckless and.

illegal.

You bulldozed a funeral.

It was a 'matham'.

And you just went
and fired Steve.

Fuck Steve.

We're all speaking
as individuals.

Can I say,

How much I respect your
time and patience with me,

and for having the guts
for a confrontation. Ah?

We just need you to stop bombing-off
behind everybody's backs.

Wolfe what're doing? I can't
stand blood, fresh blood.

Be my guest. Test it. Test it!

The prescriptions you
found are for standby,

but they expired.

Last month's was filled.

It takes three weeks for
the meds to take effect,

but they're a week overdue.
I've filed some complaints.

Welcome to my world, ladies.

I have work to do.

Is that Zara Alfridi?

Go and find out. I
shouldn't even be here.

Wherever we go next, I'm
gonna need a proper drink,

otherwise I'm gonna feign
fainting for a brandy.

This is nearly everyone
at dawn prayers.

I can't do early prayers
without chucking up,

and there's a few
other names missing,

but I've got the word out,
and people are signing-up.

These are already
sensitive people, y'know?

I'm guessing one of
them wasn't, Zara.

That's why we need their prints.

They won't consent to digital
versions going into the system.

Fine. We're famed for our
work with ink on paper.

They get automatically
destroyed within a month

once they're ruled out.

Uh-uh.

You rule them out on the day,
and you destroy them on the day.

I can guarantee that.
We've got shredders.

Or you can bring your own fire.

I'm so sorry. That
was really bad taste.

Don't you need someone else's
permission to make that work?

Oh, categorically yeah, but
they rarely say no to me.

Well, let's see
who turns up then.

Who the hell said.

You can't swear at a mosque.

Who in their right mind agrees
to destroy print evidence?

It's 101 for CID,
'keep everything'.

Yeah and I'm not happy about
the sister of the victim being

here to supervise a process.

The community asked Zara to shred
the cards the minute we're done.

But what if we get a hit and have
to hold back for obvious reasons?

- Redact the names before.
- We hand them back. - Yeah.

Well, whatever he's done, he's
brought 'em in, so, good on him.

Till he opens his mouth again.

I'd better go and
introduce myself.

Alsalaamu alaikum.

Wa-alaikum alsalaam.

Ladies and gentlemen,
friends of Abdullah.

Which is why we're all here.

My name is Professor
Wolfe Kinteh.

And what we need you to do today
will take less than 20 minutes.

If the gentlemen line
up and go to that desk,

and the ladies line up
and go to that desk,

please leave your fingerprints.

After which, Zara Alfridi will
take care of your information,

as requested.

That is, unless your prints
create cause for concern.

If you've nothing to hide,
you've nothing to fear.

After this process.

After this process,

could you please take the positions
you occupied on the day, please?

I'm DCI Betsy Chambers,

and I'm actually in charge
of the investigation.

Any questions,
I'll be over there.

- OK.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Anything?

Nothing even close.

There's four spaces.

Faisal didn't want
to come, full stop.

Yeah, and Mo's got the squits.
We don't want him here.

Listen, they were both driving
school buses by seven that day.

What about Haroon?

Well, I left him packing
but he said he was gonna.

Sorry to keep everyone waiting.

I've loaded the car.

Whenever you're ready, we can
head straight to the airport.

Just because it says three
hours before departure,

nobody actually does.

The excess baggage alone is
gonna keep us busy for an hour.

How can I help?

Can you join the congregation
where you stood that morning?

That's where he was.

We need your prints.
Will you come with me?

Just need to get my shoes.

Take your time. I need mine too.

Last one.

All done.

- No.
- Hmm?

Who's number four?
Ahh, it was Osman.

Osman Choudhary. Lives in
the Cranberry Hill estate.

Get me the address, get us a
warrant, and send me back-up.

In that order.

Hey. For your information, I've
been clean for over four years.

Is 'clean' the word,
when you supply kids?

I've seen the state of
some of your customers.

If they turn up wasted, they're
looking for somewhere safe.

Abdullah knew that, but he
thought I encouraged 'a process'.

Whether he was right or wrong,
won't change my position, Professor.

We don't sell them anything.

They don't even want water.

It's now or never.

No, Haroon, it's not happening!

Zara—I'm not going.

We went to a lot of trouble to
get the house in both names.

We both have to be there on
signature, for crying out loud!

I want that little
shit, Osman, strung up.

The only thing
Abdullah ever did wrong

was making that shifty
little bastard feel welcome!

Hey, hey, Zara. Calm down.

Having a name does
not mean evidence.

And even if it did, that
court case is a long way off.

Thank you for today.

Take your flight and do
something nice for yourself.

I'll personally
keep you informed.

I warned him about exactly this.

That coulda been a lynch mob.
Come on. I want you with me.

What do I tell him?

Wolfe! She's coming
with me. Yeah?

Zara!

In the meantime,

Abdullah stays within
my care as evidence

until we get the job finished.

Thank you.

Dot, Dot, Dot!

Wolfe, Wolfe, Wolfe!

It's your fault half
the staff aren't here.

What you thinking?

That was very straightforward.
What are you thinking?

Never is, though.

How do you cope with the sound?

I actually find it relaxing.

I forget, they're usually always
dead by the time you lot show up.

- Go round the back.
- Yes, Ma'am.

Osman Choudhary, this is the police
with a warrant for your arrest.

Osman!

Police!

Suddenly, it's my show.

How do you know?

Purple face, Betsy?

The Imam finished
morning prayers.

He went into the kitchen.

Osman waited behind,
then followed him in.

The Imam was obviously
comfortable enough to stay seated

when they started speaking.

He was strangled
after a struggle.

Centimetre diagonal
scar. It's him.

If he was topped for what he knows,
the Imam's murder was a team job.

- So, now the killer's.
- Forced to improvise. - Mm-hmm.

Burn the evidence, make it
look like it was a fridge fire.

Shear the wires first.

Now we need an accelerant.

All that's around

hand sanitiser.

Ethyl alcohol. Glycerine.

Pour it on the floor, drag the
body on top to make sure it burns.

Right, but I need to be out of
the building to have an alibi.

So, I need a wick.

Elastane and acrylic.

A sock.

His auction's about to
close for a pair of shoes.

Hundred and sixty quid.

For these?

And these.

When was the last time
you saw a pair of these?

Today. Haroon. He nicks shoes.

He nicked Haroon's shoes!

He goes to get a sock

to use as a wick... Mm-hm.
..to buy him time to get away.

But, he doesn't wear
the shoes. Why not?

Didn't want to offend Allah
under any circumstances?

Betsy. Have you bagged him?

Not in that sense.

Hiya, Betsy. You'd
better get him here.

Well, the state of him— I'll
be driving. What's the MO?

Strangulation.

Wow.

Alright.

Sorry, Wolfe!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Go, go, go, go,
go! That's right.

That's er-don't matter!

- Bets.
- Dot.

Yeah, no, I'm at the airport.
And, er, he's in the airport.

- What?
- Yeah, just— can you hold on the line? Cheers.

Wolfe!

- - Sorry... Oh! Excuse me.
- Oh! - Sorry.

Alright, alright.
Thank you. Alright.

Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.

Passport please.

I don't need a passport because
I'm going to... Newcastle!

Betsy says you've got to
wait here! That's an order!

Forensics.

Yeah, he's bought
a fucking ticket.

He's airside!

And Security won't
let me through.

I'll get backup.
We're on the way.

Haroon Waseem, you
are under arrest.

Excuse me?

I'm afraid not, Haroon.

He's not to be excused.

Can we get some help here? This
guy's scaring me pregnant fiancé!

I don't know what it is,
but it's not nothing.

Haroon, what's going on?

Osman Choudhary was
dead when we got there.

You went there this morning to get
your shoes, didn't you, Haroon?

You were going to use the
line up as your alibi, yes?

What shoes?

Scream for help!

This's gone beyond a joke now.

This's a guy with issues who's
been stalking us previously.

The shoes that Osman
Choudhary nicked whilst Haroon

murdered your brother!

Hey, we're on our own
here, with this nutter.

Wolfe!

We just want to board our plane.

If that was the last
thing you did this morning

before coming to the line-up, the
shoes will be in your carry-on.

Open the bag, Haroon!

Show us the shoes that'll have
yours and Osman Choudhary's DNA.

We are not missing this
flight because of him.

- Open the bag, Haroon.
- Ha!

Police! Everybody
stay back. Stay back.

Alright, alright-
What the fuck?!

You let her go, right now!

We're gonna walk
slowly to the exit.

Give me a clear path!
Armed response, now!

I'll let her go!

We're eastbound on the
travelator at Terminal 1.

I'll break her neck!

You told him, didn't you?

You couldn't resist telling Abdullah
I was pregnant before we left.

I had a right to tell him how proud
I was of my expanding family, so?

To rub his nose in it?

Abdullah went for me!

What was he supposed to
do? I'm the Imam's sister!

For two more weeks, he
didn't need to know!

You knew what he'd do!

He went for me.
Of course he did!

Wolfe, shut the fu.

He probably was banking on
it! Weren't you, Hazza? Huh?

Zara, the only reason he went
there was to shut down the only

other man you've
ever listened to.

If he knew you, he'd know
you only listen to yourself.

Wolfe!

Armed Police, step back!

Great move, missus. You ok?

Yeah.

Are you OK, darling? Do
you need medical attention?

No, don't waste it on
me. Where's he off to?

There's not a mark
on me, by the way.

I thought you were pizza.

I've been called worse.
Oh, wait, say that again.

I have a joke about inches.

What do you want, Wolfe?

Chance to put things right.

You're going to help
prove my mum innocent?

That kind of right?

No-one can promise
you that, Dominique.

What we will do though, is
look at all of the facts.

- You serious?
- Yours or mine?

We'll do it together. As
a team. Peer supervision.

I'll see you at your
stations first thing.

We have a lot of prep.

Wolfe!

"If we make ricin and botch
it, everyone in this building

could be dead in
thirty six hours."

"Nearer seventy two."

Inevitably appreciated.

If I were you, I'd have
awaited the outcome, though.

Nevertheless.