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-(ANSWERPHONE BEEPS)
-Hi, it's Roy.

Listen, I've got myself
into a bit of trouble and,
uh,

I need your help.

And it's not my fingers
in the till, if that's
what
you're thinking.

I'm in a bit of a mess and...

I wouldn't bother you
but there's no one else.

Please, call me back
soon as you get this.

I need your help.

(UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

Don't half go on a bit,
don't they? Twenty minutes
on the one tune?

Musicians come from all over
the country to play in these
sessions, you know.

Gimme Take That,
flashing lights
a pint of Stella any day.

Kidding.

This is nice...ish.

Another?

Whisky. Large.

Steven, two Ms, two Ts, two Es
in "committee".

Ben,
millibars, not millilitres,
to measure air pressure.

James, carbohydrates contain
carbon, hydrogen and oxygen.

-Don't forget the oxygen.
-(DOORBELL RINGS)

And MJ, you're doing your best
and that's the main thing.

And remember, two puffs on
your inhaler
before you go to sleep.

Helen...

-Hi.
-Sir.

Dismissed.

-Tight ship, eh, Helen?
-Of course.

I'll leave you to it.

Thank you.

MUSICIAN: Thank you very much.
This little tune's called...

I've been thinking, Alan,
about the baby and everything

and I just don't know
I'm going to be able to
dump her at nursery every day

when she's only
six months old.

-All new mothers think that.
-It's easy to say that

but now it's
almost here I'm worried
I might not be, you know,

-very good at
the whole parenting thing.
-Come on, Annie.

You'll be a great mother.

-What?
-Nothing.

RON:Alan Banks.
You'll learn a lot from him.

Knows how to put
a team together
and keep it together.

I... I'm just not sure
that I'm a team player.

You're the most accomplished,
most rigorous,

most dedicated officer
I've ever had
under my command.

But you've got to
fulfil your potential.

This move is good for you,
it's the right move.

And it's right for me.
I need you in Major Crimes.

-Well, good night, then.
-Night.

-Annie, what is it?
-Nothing.

-Have you taken
your folic acid?
-Shut up.

-What?
-Stop being so understanding.

-What do you want me to do?
-I don't know. Be judgemental.

Look at me like you look
at one of your suspects.

Tell me that I've
screwed up my career,
screwed up my whole life.

Tell me that you're jealous!

Okay. I get it. I'm
pregnant,
everything's changed.

We're work colleagues,
no more, no less,
we move on. Good for you.

Well, put this
in one of your compartments.

I don't want to be
your work colleague.

So after I've had the baby,
I won't be back. All right?

-Good night!
-Annie...

Newhope Cottage. Grantley.

-Should've kept it
in your pants, mate.
-It's not mine.

It'll be a soft landing.
I'll make sure
Banks eases you in gently.

-Thank you, sir.
-Anytime.

-How did it go?
-I start tomorrow.

Annie, come on. Pick up.

Listen,
I'm sorry about earlier.

And,
you know, since you told me
you were pregnant,

I have been keeping
my distance and...

(SIGHS)

Call me back, will you?

(PHONE CLATTERS)

Just keep that, mate. Thanks.

(CRUNCHING)

Oh, shit!

(MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
You have one new message.

Message received
today at 20:34.

MAN:Hi, it's Roy.

Listen, I've got myself
into a bit of trouble and,
uh,

-I need your help.
-Fingers in the till again?

And it's not my fingers i
n the till, if that's what
you're thinking.

I'm in a bit of a mess and...

I wouldn't bother you
but there's no one else.
Please,

call me back soon
as you get this.
I need your help, Alan.

(DIALLING)

(ON RECORDING)
Hi. You're through to Roy.

I can't come to the phone
but if you'd like
to leave a message,

I'll call you back.

(DIALLING)

(ON RECORDING)
Hi. You're through to Roy.

I can't come to the phone
but if you'd like
to leave a message,

I'll call you back.

(INDISTINCT)

Where's the boss?

ANNIE: He'll be here in a bit.

Uh-oh.

-WINSOME: Who's that?
-I don't know.

-Morning, everyone.
-KEN: Sir.

Where's Banks?

ANNIE: I haven't been able
to locate him, sir.

What?

He left a message
on my voicemail earlier,

he's got a bit of
personal
business to attend to.

Well, tell him to forget
that
and get back here.

I've been trying,
but he's not answering
his mobile or his landline.

This is DI Helen Morton.
She's covering
your maternity leave, Annie.

Helen. Senior rank.
You're in charge.

-You're kidding.
-Well, you can't do it.

You're off on
maternity leave next week.

So get back to the office
and get a murder room set up.

And find Banks.

-So, when are you due?
-Six weeks.

Drug-free, it's best.
Honestly.

DS Jackman, DC Blackstone,
could you walk me
through it, please?

How does she know our names?

Alan, where are you?

KEN: She was found
at 7:15 this morning
by a couple of walkers...

Car's registered
under a Jennifer Lewis.

Driver's licence photo
confirms it's her.

Lives out near Harrogate.

-DI Helen Morton.
-Right.

All right,
well, body temperature
and progress of rigour,

I'm putting
time of death at...

-Between 9:00 p.m.
and 11:00 p.m.?
-Cause?

Cause...

Hmm...

Small calibre, .22 maybe.

I'll need that
bullet out of her skull
as soon as possible.

-Why is the window open?
-Good question.

No bullet hole.
She opened it herself.

Okay, you can get started.

DC Blackstone,
crime scene manager.

DS Jackman,
you're coordinating
all investigative actions

and you'd better call this
in
as a Cat One.

SOCO: Sir?

Just found that
in the glove compartment.

Thanks, Tony.

KEN: Annie?

Found in the car.

Newhope Cottage,
Beckside Lane?
That's Banks' address.

All right, leave it with me,
Ken. Thanks.
Leave it with me. All right?

Alan, where are you?

Look,
call me back as soon as you
get this message. It's
urgent.

His car's gone,
no sign of anything untoward,

apart from his mobile phone.
It's been trashed.

Okay, thanks, Ken.

RON: Right. We've got
a senior police
officer missing.

That same officer's address
is found on a murder victim.

We need to be concerned
for DCI Banks' welfare.

Seems you were the last person
to see him, DS Cabbot.

Didn't your partner mind,

you spending the whole evening
in the pub with DCI Banks?

Oh, I don't have a partner.
This is a solo mission, okay?

I'm just trying to establish
the exact nature

of your
relationship with DCI Banks.

What's that got to
do with anything?

Evidence schedule.

This was found in the
victim's car by DC Tony
Hamilton this morning.

Signed over to DC Blackstone
at 09:24. DC Blackstone
passed it directly to you

but you didn't
log it into exhibits
until 10:35,

a delay of one
hour and 11 minutes.

You wouldn't have
been calling DCI Banks

to alert him to his
connection
to this inquiry, would you?

You asked me to
find DCI Banks, sir.
I was trying to do that.

It's vital evidence, Annie.

DI Morton,
as SIO, should have been
made aware of it immediately.

And I thought I should contact
DCI Banks first.

He is my line manager...

He ceased to be
your line manager

and became a key witness
at 09:24 this morning,

when this was found
in the victim's car.

You should know that,
DS Cabbot.

And you should
know that Alan...

DCI Banks runs an excellent
unit here with
an excellent clear-up rate.

So you might want to
think twice before you start
undermining him!

I think it might be best if
your maternity
leave starts now, Annie.

-What?
-Maternity leave starts now.

I'll clear out my desk.

She's loyal to Banks.
They all are.

Two things you
need to do, Helen.
Find Jennifer Lewis's killer

and inspire
the kind of loyalty
Banks inspires.

(SIGHS)

(RINGS DOORBELL)

Can I help you, mate?

I'm looking for Roy.

I'm Alan, Roy's brother.

Bloody hell!
Roy didn't tell me
his brother was a cop.

Well, Roy wouldn't, would he?

Malcolm Farlow,
I live next door.

-Have you seen Roy recently?
-Not for a few days.

Listen, Malcolm, there's a
bit
of a family crisis

and I really need to see him.

I've got a spare
key to his house.

Roy?

(SIGHS)

(ON RECORDING)
Hi. You're through to Roy.

I can't come to the phone
but if you'd like
to leave a message,

I'll call you back.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(RINGS AGAIN)

Oh, I'm sorry.

-Where's Roy?
-I don't know.

-I'm Alan, his brother.
-I'm Corinne, his fiancee.

I'm here to kill him.

Okay, everyone, gather round.

Gather round.

-Quiet please!
-(ALL STOP TALKING)

This was found in
the glove compartment
of Jennifer Lewis's car.

DCI Alan Banks' address.

Alan Banks is
now a key witness
in this inquiry

and we will
treat him as we would
any other key witness.

First priority, we need him
located and brought in for
a positional statement.

Meantime, if he contacts any
of you, you refer him
straight to me. Clear?

Jennifer Lewis.

Thirty-one years old,
office manager
from Caxton, near Harrogate.

Jennifer hadn't been seen
since yesterday lunchtime.

All we know is that she was
over 20 miles from her
home late last night.

Possibly on her way to or from
DCI Banks' house. Why?

What's her
connection to Banks?

We need to get through
the minutiae of her life.

Friends,
family, work colleagues,
associates,

all traced and interviewed
as a priority.

Ballistics?

Dr Glendinning's
recovered the, uh,
bullet from her skull, .22.

Crime scene?

Interim forensics report.
There's not much.

They are still
sweeping the car
and locus for prints and DNA.

Okay.
How did the killer get there?

How did he or she get away?

Well, either in
the car with Jennifer,
which means an escape on foot,

or he/she was in
another vehicle.

The window was opened by
Jennifer, which suggests
she knew her killer.

Or she didn't
feel under threat.

So was her
killer following her?

Service stations, garages,
roadside cafes
on the main routes

between here and Harrogate.

-That's a big
speculative sweep.
-No, it's not.

Her petrol tank
was almost completely full.

So we're within a what?
Five-mile sweep northeast
of the crime scene.

Okay, let's get going.

Yeah, I know it's a bit early.

Roy was supposed to
come over to mine last night.

He didn't show.
He's not even phoned.

-When did you last see him?
-The weekend.

You know,
I actually allowed myself
wedding fantasies.

A 30 grand extravaganza in
Mauritius or something with
the whole family.

He's seeing
someone else, isn't he?
Oh, God.

Listen, it might
not be what you think.

He could be in trouble.
He left in a hurry.

He didn't set the alarm,
didn't take his car.

Have you had a look round
his office upstairs?

Cor!

-Roy's doing well for
himself.
-If he's in trouble,

that means that he
might not be having an
affair,
which is good.

I mean, it's not good
if he's in trouble.

But it's good
if he's not having an
affair.

-He's wiped the hard disc.
-Why would he do that?

-What's he hiding?
-I don't know.

But I know where it might be.
The Blue Lamps. My son's band.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Oh! Porn!

No, not porn. Escorts.

ExoticCompanions.co.uk.
Looks pretty high-class.

That makes me
feel so much better.

Uh, who are these two?

Gareth Lambert.
Roy's, um, business partner.

-You don't like him?
-Another wide boy.

-And the other one?
-I don't know.

I love him, you know.

I mean he's untrustworthy,
immature,
irresponsible...

But when he smiles
and turns on the charm...

you can forgive him anything.

Sorry, I'm telling you stuff
you already know.

There's 12 years'
difference between us.

I hardly know him.

DS Winsome Jackman.
Just here to ask
a few questions.

-Yeah.
-Do you recognise this lady?

-Yeah, she came in last
night.
-What time?

They came in...

-half eight, quarter to
nine?
-They?

She was with a bloke.

They seemed...
There was a lot of
snogging and holding hands.

All right, can you call
your supervisor, please?

I need access to
your CCTV hard drives.
Now, please.

-Are you search team?
-Yeah.

DI Helen Morton.

-Who's this?
-Jennifer's family.

-Jennifer was...
She was different.
-Different?

She had, um...
She was a decent person.

She had morals and principles,
you know?

Why would someone want to...

And you last saw her
yesterday lunchtime?

Yes. I knew
something wasn't right.

Something was bothering her,
I mean, really bothering her.

I didn't ask.

-I should have, but I
didn't.
I'm sorry.
-What about boyfriends?

Please don't hold
back on me, Linda.

It's very important
you tell me
everything you know.

There was someone. From her
work. But she
wouldn't talk about it.

I think he was married.

I don't have
a name or anything.
I'm sorry.

I thought you said Jennifer
had morals and principles?

She did.

But she was having an affair
with a married man?

That doesn't make
her a bad person,
does it?

And Jennifer worked at...

The Berger-Lennox Clinic
in Harrogate. Client Liaison.
Are we done now?

Did you ever see her
in the company of this man?

His name's Alan Banks.

No.

Did he kill her?

(CAR LOCKS BEEP)

(INAUDIBLE)

This is a surprise.

-Do you know where Roy is?
-No.

Oh.

I've been trying
to get hold of him.

I need some financial advice.
Pensions,
investments, you know.

Financial advice from Roy?

Who you called a leech
and a parasite at Christmas?

-Yeah, I really
shouldn't drink port.
-Why don't you phone him?

He's not answering his mobile,
obviously.

And there's no
reply at home, either.

-Did you know he was engaged?
-Yes.

-But you didn't tell me.
-I didn't think
you'd be interested.

-When did you last see him?
-Last Sunday.

He still visits on a Sunday.
No matter what.

And how did he seem,
all right?

Oh, his usual.
A joke and a laugh,
teasing your mother.

You know what he's like.

Listen, there's no need
to tell Mum about any of
this.

I wouldn't want her to worry.

What's going on, Alan?

I don't know, Dad.

Listen, if you hear from Roy,

get him to call
me on this number
right away.

It's my new mobile. Okay?

Blackholm service station,
Thursday night.

There's Jennifer,
she fills up the car.

And there is our guy.

I'll get a copy to the boss,
DI Morton.

What do you
think of DI Morton?

I don't think.
I just keep me head
down and do as I'm told.

Annie didn't deserve
to be treated like that.

-Any news from Banks yet?
-No.

Aha!
It's the big brother copper.

I was beginning to
wonder if that was
a line Roy was spinning

-to keep me on
the straight and narrow.
-(CHUCKLES)

Sixth floor? It's an odd
place
for a travel agent.

-Well,
we're not open to the public.
-Ah.

No, I specialise in
professional sports tours.

You know, football teams,
rugby,

-cricket, dwarf throwing.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I tell you what,
you look like your brother.

You look like
a five-year-older version.

-I'm 12 years older.
-I'm flattering you, old
son.

You don't know
where Roy is, do you?
I can't get hold of him.

No? Well,
maybe he's
taken off somewhere.

You know, he likes
his expensive holidays.

I found this in his house.

-You don't know
who that is, do you?
-It's me.

(LAUGHS)

No, no. The other guy's
a business associate of mine,
it's Lazlo Histrov.

He runs a hotel chain
on the Dalmatian Coast.

Now, why would Roy

have a picture of you
taken like this
through a long lens

as though he or someone else
was spying on you?

Listen.

I don't know how much contact
you've had with your brother
recently but, um...

I think Roy might be
going off the rails.

You see,
he's engaged to Corinne,
who's a lovely girl,

but there's this woman
he's been having
a fling with...

Well,
a fling's the wrong word.
He's obsessed with her.

Anyway, the other night,
Thursday, he calls me.

What time?

Well, me and
the wife were watching TV,
so I suppose about 9:00.

Anyway,
he's not making any sense.

And he's out in
the country somewhere,
so the reception's not good.

But he sounded, to be honest,
he sounded like he was angry,

like he was confused.
He was right on the edge.

WOMAN: Gareth?

Uh, Elise, this is Alan
Banks,
Roy's brother.

-Oh.
-Mrs Lambert.

Could you,
um, wait in my office
for a minute, love?

Sure.

This other woman
that Roy's been seeing...

Her name's Jennifer Lewis.

-Jennifer's...dead?
-In suspicious circumstances.

She was murdered.

That's awful.

Can you tell me, Dr Lucas,
when did you
last see Jennifer?

Yesterday morning.
We had
a strategy meeting here.

And did she seem okay?

Was her behaviour,
her mood, normal?

I don't know.
I'm an obstetrician,
not a psychologist.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Excuse me.

-DC Blackstone.
-KEN:Got a suspect.

CCTV at Blackholm services.
Male passenger in
Jennifer Lewis's car.

-I'm sending it to you now.
-Thanks.

I understand you
and Jennifer Lewis
were friends?

-Who told you that?
-Your receptionist.

She's mistaken. I don't...

keep friends.
I'm not good at friends.

You remind me of Jennifer.
Wholesome.

You're an obstetrician,
not a psychologist.

Hi. I was wondering if I
could
have a word with
Jennifer Lewis, please?

-Do you have an appointment?
-Uh, no. No, I don't.

I'm... I'm sorry,
Jennifer hasn't come in today.

Do you have a phone number
where I could reach her?

I'm not allowed to give out
personal details of staff
to people that I...

Maybe I can help you.

Well, I hope so.
It's very important
that I find Jennifer Lewis.

Why?

-It's personal.
-A word, please, DCI Banks.

Sorry, what is this?
Who are you?

DI Helen Morton.
York's Major Crimes Unit.

Can I ask where you've been
all day? We've been
trying to contact you.

Personal business.
I left a message
with Annie, with DS Cabbot.

I'd like you at the station
first thing tomorrow morning.

We'll need
a positional statement
from you.

In connection with?

The murder of Jennifer Lewis
on Thursday night.

Do you know Jennifer Lewis?

-Where's Annie?
-Maternity leave.

No, Annie's maternity leave
doesn't start
for another week.

DS Cabbot is on
maternity leave.

You haven't
answered my question.
Do you know Jennifer Lewis?

-No.
-Then why are you
looking for her?

It's personal.

We have a suspect,

in the company of
Jennifer Lewis an hour or so
before she was shot dead.

Do you know him?

Steven's to be at
hockey for 10:00.

It's an away game,
so he'll need a packed lunch.

MJ's got a play
date at Josh's at 12:00

and Ben and James can spend
the afternoon
at your mother's.

I should be able
to pick them up
before 5:00.

And I thought we
could take them
for a pizza.

Thanks, Michael, love you.

Search team found this
in Jennifer
Lewis's desk drawer.

ExoticCompanions.co.uk.

"Carmen, a classic beauty,
is an elite companion,
fluent in three languages.

-"Carmen offers
a genuine GFE..."
-Girlfriend Experience.

"Carmen is available
to discerning gentlemen.

"£250 an hour,
£800 for overnight stays."

-It might be nothing.
-Might not be nothing.

This website,
Exotic Companions.

Get a full background and
let's trace and interview
this Carmen person.

Corinne Whitman,
Roy Banks' fiancee?

Her alibi checks out. She was
at her mother's.
Stayed the night.

DCI Banks.

Interview with Alan Banks

concerning
the suspicious death
of Jennifer Lewis.

Commencing 08:41 on
Saturday April 30th.

There you are,
a written statement.
Everything I know.

Now, can we get through
to the incident room

and carry on with
this inquiry, please?

DI Morton,
I am still head of this
unit.

And your brother is a suspect
in a Cat One murder inquiry.

-Roy's not a killer.
-I'm afraid
the incident room's

off-limits to you, DCI Banks.

Jennifer Lewis.
Shot once in the head.

On her way,
we believe, to see you.

We found this in
the victim's car.

Why do you suppose
she had your address?

I'm not sure.

Did she come to your house
on Thursday night?

I don't know.
I didn't get home
until after 11:00.

Because you were in the pub
with DS Cabbot?

Did you know Jennifer Lewis
was having
an affair with your brother?

Yes. It's all
there in the statement.

According to his
business partner,
Gareth Lambert,

Roy was obsessed with her.

No, Roy's not that type,
he doesn't get
obsessed with women.

He treats them like shit,
if you want to know the
truth.

-Are we done now?
-No.

Thursday night,
as you can see,
Roy's on his phone at 20:34.

Hi, it's Roy.

Listen, I've got myself
into
a bit of trouble and,
uh, I need your help.

And it's not my fingers
in the till, if that's
what
you're thinking.

I'm in a bit of a mess and...

I wouldn't bother you
but there's no one else.

Please, call me back
soon as you get this.

I need your help, Alan.

You didn't mention this
in your statement.

Halfway down
I refer to the phone message.

But not the content.

So did you? Help him?

-I haven't been
able to find him.
-But you went looking for
him,

even though he's a suspect
in a murder inquiry.

But I didn't know
that at the time.

But you thought
something was amiss
with your brother.

After all,
you didn't inform us
of your whereabouts yesterday.

As head of this
unit and on call,

you should have
been contactable
all day yesterday.

Well, it's lucky you were
here
to cover for me, eh?

My phone was out of action,
I was worried
about my brother.

I lost track of time.
My mistake.

If you were me, you might
think you were trying to
find your brother

and protect him from
the possible consequences of
a criminal inquiry.

-Roy's not a killer.
-Jennifer's dead.

Roy's missing, having been
seen in her car an hour
before she was shot.

Plus this. "I'm in a mess.
I need your help, Alan."

-That could mean anything.
-He sounds scared.

Yes, and he's looking to me
to protect him.

From the consequences of what
he knew he was about to do
to Jennifer Lewis.

One shot to the head.
Looks premeditated to me.

Roy is not a killer!
I know my brother.

Do you?

Intelligence sweep
through your brother's life.

Open and closed
source material
going back 20 years.

Every credit card purchase,
every website visited,

every business transaction,
every bet on every dog race,

-every foreign trip...
-So, you're going to tell me

you've turned
information into knowledge

and extrapolated
a full
psychological profile on Roy

which proves he's
capable of murder?

He's not a bunch of pixels
on your computer screen.

You may as well ask me
to take a look at you,

clothes, make-up, hairstyle,
and jump to a whole load
of conclusions.

You've led a very
sheltered life, you had
a rather domineering father

who you still look up to,
but you
deliberately sought out

-and married a man
the exact opposite.
-Boss...

And you now live
in an ordinary,
controlled suburban life,

keeping your head
down and plodding
your way up the career ladder.

Boss!

I could say all that,

but I might be wrong,
because I don't know you.

Roy's a flesh-and-blood
human being in the real,
dirty, messy world,

which is where we
work in this unit.
You need to understand that.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Watch your feet, boss.

Boys, give us a minute.

(EXHALES)

Roy.

-Weapon?
-No sign.

But we've
recovered the bullet.

.22, same calibre
as killed Jennifer Lewis.