We are looking for anything that'll help fill in Declan Keane's movements over the last few days.
Sir, I think both you and DI Jordan need to make your statements to one of my officers.
You mean - how do I get these two Brit cops outta my hair so I can do my job?
Technically, you were involved in the incident so you can't run the investigation.
Technically, that's true and the principle of impartiality is something I would fight to uphold
but, in the meantime, I need all the help and co-operation your department can give me.
If we follow the rule book, sir... And is that what we're gonna do?
Or we could just go by your rule book for the moment, sir. Aha!
HE CHUCKLES Is the correct answer.
No, if you can get me the relevant information,
I'd be only too happy to hang on, yes, thank you.
OK.
These are all articles written by Katherine Keane in the '90s - look at that one.
"The Right To Choose:
"Abortion is a reality of Irish life".
"Every year, around 4,000 women travel to England to terminate unwanted pregnancies -
"women from every walk of life.
"I speak from personal experience.
"I first came to London in 1972.
"I was pregnant."
Oh, yes. Yes...
Really?... Fantastic...
And you're absolutely certain it's the same Katherine Keane?
Maiden name, Donleavy, born 18th of May 1956?
That is excellent, thank you very much, thank you.
Katherine Keane did come to London for a termination in 1972.
That's not so unusual, is it?
According to the clinic she was referred to, she never kept that date.
As far as I can tell, she went ahead and had that baby.
The search of Declan's flat turned up a couple of things - a letter in an envelope.
The writing is Katherine Keane's. According to who?
According to a sample Stella e-mailed me. Uh-hm.
The postmark is from a firm of solicitors in Dublin... McKee and Brennan. Right.
We also found...Declan's passport. That's a good job, well done.
There's a travel agency 15 minutes from Declan's flat.
He bought a 'plane ticket to London there, paid cash, 243 Euros to go club class. Club class, eh?
Up on the roof, before he knew who you were, you said he yelled something?
Give me your hand! Don't kill me! Take it all!
"Don't kill me! Take it all". You reckon he thought Boyd was his London-based drug supplier?
Why'd he be scared? They did deals all the time. Exactly. Perhaps the deal went wrong.
Maybe he was trying to run off with the supplier's money. Since when have drug deals
been paid off with gold bars?
Stella? Hey!
Have you actually looked at all of this stuff? I have a system.
I divided the boxes into three categories - "Incomprehensible" - pages and pages of balance sheets,
"Irrelevant" - all the Bank of England's reports and correspondence,
and "Of Some Interest".
Oh, nice. Is he your boyfriend?
He's Clive Marlowe, the City dealer who donated the house to Lucien Calvin,
the expensive house he now lives in.
Two questions - Is he available? Is he straight? The second question's not a deal-breaker!
He's backpacking in South America.
His office gets e-mails like this every week. They sent this one to me.
And you're writing to ask if he'll give you a house too. Lucien Calvin is more interested
in talking about what dreams Grace is having than answering questions.
I want to see what Clive Marlowe has to say about him.
Hm, and ask him if he's free for dinner on Friday.
After 15 years, these two bodies fall from the ceiling, mummified and still sexually conjoined.
What's the connection with the third corpse - the one from the river?
Brian McGurk. The 16-digit number found in his pocket.
The same number inscribed on a necklace found in Katherine's hand. Brian McGurk was a diplomat.
Yeah? Well, think about it, what's the biggest advantage of being a diplomat?
No parking fines! Diplomatic bag?
Exactly, you can travel back and forth, Dublin - London, unchallenged.
But... Ah, the only reliable currency when banks are collapsing is gold!
McGurk could get out of the country and put it in a safe deposit box. So... The 16-digit number!
And that was Mervyn Simmel's plan! So... Get on a plane, leave all your troubles behind.
Pick up the gold on the way. Ha-ha! Yeah, yeah, yeah, that all sounds great, but picked up from where?
The account could be anywhere in Ireland. That's true, Spence,
but we've got an idea of what we're looking for. Another drink, sir? Call me Boyd, no, I'm fine thanks.
PHONE RINGS Yeah?
Hi, it's Lisa.
Hi, Lisa.
'You said to call any time.' Yeah.
So, how's Dublin? Fine, fine.
Don't worry, I'm not trying to get information out of you.
Oh, that's disappointing, I thought that's what journalists were supposed to do.
Well, the fact is I've decided to drop the whole Katherine Keane story. I'm on to something much bigger now.
So, if we did meet up again, somewhere less business-like,
more relaxed, you won't have to feel compromised.
Well, in that case, I see no reason why we shouldn't, er...
Good.
I look forward to it. Yeah, me too.
Call me when you get back.
I will. Bye.
Boyd's looking a bit rough. Looks like he hasn't slept much since Declan Keane hit the pavement.
He's probably still thinking... We can hear every word so spare me your compassion, please.
This is DI Bailey from the Garda Siochana.
He also goes under the name of Patrick. Hello, Patrick. Oh, Grace! Sorry.
Grace, so kind of you to join us. So sorry. Thank you, I was just introducing DI Bailey here.
So if we could stick with the headlines, please.
OK, well, here is a headline for you. According to the adoption agency records, Katherine Keane
gave birth to a child in 1972 which she gave up for adoption, and the name of that girl was Lisa Tobin.
Seems her interest in this case isn't just professional,
it's much nearer home.
I tried to contact her but she's not answering any of her phones.
'Well, we need to find her and get her in, OK?'
'Here's another headline. Declan Keane was known to us as a small-time drug-dealer
but I have information that his supplier was London-based.
And Patrick believes that the man I saw on the roof before Declan died was in fact that
London supplier.
Thank you. This package was posted to Declan by a firm of solicitors.
I don't know whether you can read that, can you? Yeah.
After Katherine Keane was officially confirmed dead.
We... We believe it contains details of a safe deposit box and that.. And that... ..was where
Declan got the gold bars but we don't where that deposit box is.
Well, I just found something in the SFO investigation that might help here.
The BICF bank was a giant operation but it owns a bank in a tiny village north of Dublin.
I need details of that as soon as you can.
Yeah, it's just outside of Balbriggan. I know where that is.
Also, according to the SFO, ã20 million of the bank's funds are still unaccounted for.
HE WHISTLES 20 million still out there?
Yeah. Grace, you look miserable. It's just the whole Katherine Keane thing. It doesn't make sense to me.
I don't understand why she would leave her husband at this particular time. It's the money, isn't it?
I mean it's uncharacteristic. Well, thanks for your contribution as ever, interesting. Bye.
Bye. Bye. Charming.
Philip! Philip!
Lucien.
It's been a long time, Philip.
I thought you should know,
the police have been asking me questions.
About Mervyn,
about what happened in '92.
This bank is going under.
We can either go down with it or we can take what we can.
I can't accept that. We can still save it. You believe that?
I can't be seen to be even involved with this bank and the people
I represent can't afford to lose their investment. I'm with Mervyn.
I can't talk about this now, Lucien.
Not here!
It's not going to go away, Philip!
You can't run away from the past!
You're sure this is the man? I couldn't forget him.
He left here with the biggest smile on his face you ever saw. He had a key and the 16-digit account number?
Everything was in order. This is the box in question.
OK, thank you.
Will you be wanting to see the other one?
There's another one?
Oh, yes, there is.
Same account number...
but a different...
key holder.
What's the problem, Stella?
This is all just dead matter.
It's desiccated skin and dehydrated muscle tissue, OK?
You actually want to pull them apart?
That's the general idea, yes.
It's not right. Shouldn't we leave them as they are?
You're a good Catholic girl. Can't bury them together.
Clever.
It needs one big firm move. Put your hands on the pelvic girdle and when I say, get ready to pull.
OK, ready to go... and pull...
Aargh, this is disgusting! Ah! Ooh!
Wait a second, wait a second.
Um, can you get some forceps?
Which one? Er, the ones that look like big tweezers.
Here. Thank you.
What is it?
It looks like...
..a mini-cassette.
But the thing is that there's two boxes.
But one box was Katherine Keane's final gift to her husband, right?
I'd call it guilt money but I'm sure Grace has other ideas.
The other was for Mervyn and Katherine Keane to start their new life together.
Yeah, in Mexico or Paraguay.
Boyd! I just spoke to my Super about staying on the investigation and coming with you. Yeah. Why?
Declan Keane's death was on Irish ground so there's no reason why...
The investigation is linked to three deaths in London.
Plus we need to track down Declan's London supplier and find out if he was the man you saw on the roof.
Feels like a joined-up approach to me but... No, it's a good idea.
Welcome to the team. It's OK.
I don't think these journalists like us treading on their territory.
If Lisa Tobin had told us she was Katherine Keane's daughter
instead of dropping out of sight and trying to do her own investigation, maybe we wouldn't have to.
Anything useful?
Nothing that tells us where she is.
Mum, wake up. Mum, wake up! Mum, please wake up.
Mum, please wake up! Mum, wake up!
I just got a reply e-mail from your dinner date, Clive Marlowe.
Oh, yeah? Listen to this.
"Lucien Calvin has been inspirational to me.
"Through his intervention I became what I am. I owe my life to him." Da da da da da.
Calvin comes out of it pretty well. He couldn't have come out of it better if he'd written it himself.
And you think maybe he did?
Maybe. I'll trace the ISB and check if those e-mails really are coming from South America. See you later.
Somewhere under all this hiss and crackling background noise is a conversation,
a conversation we assume was recorded by Mervyn Simmel.
One of the suspects, Iain Taggart, the politician, left for the US three days after Black Wednesday.
Two days after the murder.
Philip White left for Italy the day after Taggart.
Both stayed out of the country for several months.
Ah, just long enough for them to realise nobody had found the bodies and it was OK to come back.
Taggart was also involved in pushing bank fraud legislation through Parliament just before this happened.
So that could link him to the BICF bank.
So both these two wealthy men of influence are ideal candidates for Opus Dei.
If we ask them if they're part of Opus Dei they'll probably deny it.
Mr Taggart, you left England
for Florida on September the 19th... 1992?
I was a junior minister in Major's government.
After Black Wednesday, I limped off to recuperate in the sun,
rather like Eden did after Suez.
And was your involvement in bank fraud legislation still ongoing?
The White Paper was due to get a second reading in January.
It never happened, of course, but that's government for you.
Try one of the maxims.
OK, er,
bear with me, Mr Taggart.
"Who are you to pass judgement on the decisions of a superior?
"He is better fitted to judge than you".
I'm sorry, what's that? It's a quotation.
Are you not familiar with it?
No, I'm afraid not. He hasn't got a clue.
I got my secretary to check the dates, er, after we last spoke.
Er, I left for Italy four days after Black Wednesday...
part work, part pleasure.
"Women needn't be scholars, it's enough that they are prudent."
I'm sorry, you're not familiar with it.
It's a quotation from the maxims followed by members of Opus Dei. You don't recognise it?
Ask him about the whip marks. Come on, Grace, ask him. Ask him!
Sorry, um...
Slow...
Our forensic reports show marks consistent
with self-flagellation on Katherine Keane's back. Can you explain that?
Get to the point, for God's sake! The point of it is?!
Are you a member of Opus Dei, Alderman White?
'Course he is! Come on Grace, ask him about Hugo Keegan!
Come on, move it, move it along!
I came here voluntarily. Yes, yes. I came to help your investigation...
I believe I'm free... Oh, push him Grace for God's sake.
..to leave unless you... Yes... Push him!
..any more relevant questions. If you just... You see? You've lost him!
Absolutely typical because you're so goddamn slow!
What the hell...? You can't do it like that! I'm trying to conduct an interview in there.
I am not a ventriloquist's dummy! He's moving money around for Keegan. He's Keegan's banker!
There is nothing to connect him with the BICF bank.
It's not against the law to be a member of Opus Dei!
You're so slow, you gotta push more! I'm trying to finish my interview. It's always like this. Just...
Just... just... she... Doesn't matter.
This is the cassette I recovered from Mervyn Simmel's mummified body.
Then you digitised it. I digitised it. I know these things.
This is the original. Right. FIZZING AND CRACKLING
Sounds like a radio that hasn't been tuned in properly.
With a little bit of work, actually quite a lot,
I managed to clean it up.
Three voices, all male, dynamics of a building argument.
'..sordid...' "Sordid".
"Signature".
Then a crash at the end. Could be a door slamming. Gunshot, maybe?
Moving it along a little, a couple of seconds later, you get to what sounds like a whole sentence.
'Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue.'
"Virtue". Play that... play it back again.
"Lord, direct us..." To where?
'Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue.'
"Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue."
Bushels. That's what I thought. Does that mean anything to anybody?
Not to me. "Lord, direct us..." I hoped it would to you.
There's not enough room! It's not exactly rocket science, is it?
There's an empty table in my office, use that! OK, fine no problem.
Maybe they were arguing about getting the gold out of the country.
If the tape was found on Simmel, we can assume that maybe one of the voices is his,
so that's Simmel... Calvin. Calvin and McGurk. Brian McGurk, Brian McGurk...
I knew I knew him.
Back in the '90s, he crashed his car and I was the first officer on the scene.
So he's got a record? Sir, I found these bank statements from Calvin's personal account in '92.
He says he was in Glasgow on the day they were killed but this says he withdrew cash from an ATM in London.
OK, hang on a sec. Hello. Am I on your wanted list? Why did you search my office?
Lisa...
Katherine Keane never accepted me as her daughter.
How could I claim her as my mother?
You told me that you'd never even met her. Well, it's true.
Almost true.
I was 20 when I decided to trace my blood mother.
I did it all by the book -
made contact via an adoption counsellor...
But I couldn't resist playing detective myself and I found her.
This was the mother I thought would complete my life and be my closest friend.
I thought I could begin my life again.
A day later, I heard from the adoption counsellor.
Katherine had answered my letter.
She didn't want to meet me.
Simple as that.
I tried to forget her,
and a few months later, she came looking for me.
'Hello. I have a Katherine Keane at reception for Lisa Tobin.'
Tell her...
..Lisa Tobin's not at her desk today.
'Hold on, erm...
'could you...'
Could you put her on, please?
Sure, no problem.
Thank you. Hello...
Hello?
I'll be seeing Lisa later if you want me to give her a message.
If you could tell her that...
Just tell her that I'm sorry
and that I hope she understands.
Thank you.
I never saw Katherine again.
The next day, she walked out on her husband and went to visit Mervyn Simmel.
Was she involved with Opus Dei at any time?
I had my suspicions she was involved for a while - is it important?
Yes, yes, it is important.
Er, is there any connection, apart from her, between Alderman Philip White and the BICF bank?
You think it's White, don't you?
You won't tell me anything.
Even now. No, I can't tell you anything, Lisa. Come on, you know that.
I think that you're a heartless man... Peter Boyd.
I think you spend too much time with the dead to care about the living.
How did you get in here? Jennifer!
She left. Don't blame her, I told her I was your niece.
That's very clever.
Now, you'd better go.
I've nothing to say to you.
Does Detective Superintendent Boyd know that you were involved in the BICF bank?
The three of us are as guilty as each other. We have to stick together
and stay a step ahead of the Serious Fraud Office. I'm right, aren't I?
I saw you with Lucien Calvin today.
We moved in the same circles at one time.
It's not unusual to bump into old friends.
Is that why you were running away from him? What happened back in '92?
What gives you the right to interrogate me?
Because somebody killed Katherine Keane and I think it could've been you.
If you want to repeat that in print, you better have a good lawyer, Miss Tobin.
What if I repeat it to Superintendent Boyd?
Alderman White!
Mr Boyd is looking for Katherine's killer among her lovers.
He should investigate the man she didn't love, a man she despised.
Who had the most reason to stop Mervyn Simmel running out on the BICF bank?
Its co-chairman...
..Lucien Calvin.
Inch by inch, the two of you have dragged me down to your own sordid level!
Now forgive me.
I promise you,
I will find out what happened that day, and I won't stop until I do!
Hey! Hang on a minute.
Who's that? This is Clive Marlowe, he's the City dealer
who donated his house to Lucien Calvin's psychotherapy foundation.
What, he gave Calvin a house? A house worth two million pounds.
I traced back the e-mails he's supposed to be sending from his travels in South America.
The ISP is all wrong, they didn't come from the southern hemisphere.
Is he a missing person or a suspect? Either way, I think he should be up there. OK.
Just hang on. I mean, did he work with Calvin in the City in 1992 or...?
Yes, they worked together. He was a client of his.
But he donated to the psychotherapy foundation. Did he consult him as a patient? Did he crack up, burn out?
He could have. That's what I'm trying to find out. OK.
This is the house.
You'd better put it up.
That's a hell of a lot of therapy.
Mr Calvin? We need you to come in to answer some more questions.
Have I got a choice? Well, you can come voluntarily or under arrest.
Post-mortem histology, sample taken from Katherine Keane.
Examination reveals...
Grace... Yeah, it's Eve.
Can you come in here? I want to show you something.
This is a cross-section of Katherine Keane's mummified brain.
You're showing me to...? Illustrate the pressure effects on the brain
of having a space-occupying lesion inside the closed box of the skull.
A lesion, as in tumour.
As in a massive tumour.
Wow. Mm.
..Exclusively with City traders,
exclusively rising... Yeah?
..to the City, you know.
Oh, the techno-guru strikes again.
It's cos it's Irish.
Yeah?
Excuse me, I just thought you'd like to know that Katherine Keane knew she was going to die.
Is this conjecture?
No, it's forensics. She had a brain tumour.
It explains why she was acting out of character. Probably, she didn't
want to hang around while people watched her die
or maybe she just wanted to go out with a...bang.
And is this your "I told you so" moment, Grace?
No, Boyd, it's my "Maybe you should listen to me sometimes
"because I have expertise you might benefit from" moment.
So you were right, but what does it change? It tells us more about Katherine Keane.
But it doesn't make any difference to the investigation, does it?
All right.
You're right, I'm wrong. I'm just a silly little woman full of feminine logic.
I'll leave you and PATRICK to solve the case by shouting at people.
Oh.
'Scuse me.
Just a...
Just hang on a second here.
Do I sense just a little bit of jealousy in the classroom?
Jealousy? Yeah.
How dare you accuse me of unprofessional behaviour! You're very good at what you do, Grace,
but where does it say I have to build my investigation around your insights?
Within five seconds of meeting Lisa Tobin, you had fallen for her smiles.
That's unprofessional behaviour.
Leave Lisa Tobin out of this. Oh, right. "Call me any time."
"Peter Boyd".
Remember what I told you about seduction?
If it works, that's what we keep on using, well, that's what she's doing, she's seducing you.
Like mother, like daughter.
Calvin's ready to be interviewed.
Also, we've got the prison psychiatric report. Give it to her.
Charming.
Thank you, Spence.
I want to ask a question about Clive Marlowe.
Go ahead, feel free.
You say he donated the lease on the house you now live in.
Mr Marlowe is travelling in South America.
- Are you in contact with him? - He's on the other side of the spinning world.
Does he send you e-mails, news of his trip?
Is Dr Foley not with us today?
Boyd, maybe you should ask about "where bushels follow virtue"?
You told us you were in Glasgow the day before Black Wednesday
and you stayed there for three days. The day after Black Wednesday,
Mervyn Simmel and Katherine Keane were murdered. This bank statement
said you made two cash withdrawals on the day of the murder, in London.
I can't see you but I know you're there. Answer the question.
If this is true, it's because my wallet had been stolen. That's very convenient.
You were cautioned on two separate occasions by the police for harassing these women.
Ah, I thought that this might interest you. This one you met on a train
and you followed her every day to her office for three weeks.
This one took out a restraining order on you when you kept going into the hotel where she worked.
What are you... D'you like scaring these women or what?
Coup de foudre! Love at first sight! As if a bolt of lightning strikes your heart.
There's something in their eyes that overwhelms me. Boyd, I think you should see this report.
We all have our desires. The growing urge to break the great taboos. The psychiatric report Boyd, I...
God, yes.
I asked you a simple question and I would appreciate it if you would give me a direct...
We ask ourselves why can't I break the rules and have my wish!
Because we hold ourselves back, don't we?
We recognise our own boundaries, we relegate our desires to our dream life.
And in dreams, all these things can be fulfilled.
Imagine that... How are your dreams now, Grace? Are you free of him yet?
Let's talk about being six years old.
Oh, God. Tell me how this makes you feel.
I'm in a room,
it's 1971...
I'm six years old and I'm with my mother and father.
There's a sweet warm smell of hot chocolate...
I'm with the parents who love me and I know no-one can get to me.
Drink it up, all of it.
Chocolate tastes sweet.
But there's something else - something...bitter.
My mother says, "Drink the chocolate".
But I don't.
You were supposed to go with them, weren't you?
When your father went bankrupt and he lost everything?
I don't want to talk about this. You didn't die, did you?
How did you feel, a little boy, left alone? Guilty?
Mum, wake up. Mum, wake up. Mum, please wake up!
Mum, please wake up! MUM!
You've no right to use this.
You always felt you'd done something wrong, didn't you? No! but you didn't know what.
These women,...
..you saw something of your mother in them, didn't you?
Is that why you followed them?
You wanted to be loved? You wanted to be forgiven?
I don't see how that makes him special. Accumulating wealth in the City was about security.
But it's the same for everybody. Yes, but there's never enough wealth to protect us from our fears.
In Calvin's case, the fear was bankruptcy? You think that's enough
to make him kill Mervyn Simmel? It's possible.
The City of London crime log, 1992.
Lucien Calvin reported his wallet stolen four days before his trip to Glasgow.
Oh, no.
Oh, God, OK.
Get him out of there. Get him out, just get him out.
It's OK, I'll take him.
BUZZER You're a great admirer of Grace Foley, hm?
You don't realise how lucky you are to be
working alongside a woman of such fine intelligence as Grace Foley.
You're not exactly the best judge of character. I know people, I know how their minds turn.
Well, you made a big mistake when you went into business with Mervyn Simmel.
Your signature's alongside mine all the way on this, Lucien - you're up to your neck in fraud.
Is there something on your mind? Something you wanna say to me?
ECHOING: "Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue".
33.
Inch by inch, the two of you have dragged me down to your own sordid level.
We can't turn back now. We've got to go on with this.
The three of us are as guilty as each other.
We just have to stick together and stay a step ahead of the Serious Fraud Office.
Lucien.
Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue.
Lord, direct us to where bushels... Lord, direct us...
..to where bushels follow virtue.
Why have you brought me here?
Relax, Mr Calvin, I just have a story to tell you. What kind of a story?
Just the usual kind,
filled with lies, betrayal and greed.
15 years ago, back in Ireland, I pulled a man out of a crashed car.
Then I discovered that he was smuggling gold bullion in his diplomatic bag.
His name was Brian McGurk.
All of that was Mervyn Simmel's idea.
But the gold that he sent to Dublin was only a small part of it, wasn't it?
You mean you didn't know that?
Mr Calvin, something close to ã20 million
was never recovered after the collapse of the BICF bank.
This bank is going under, we either go down with it or we take what we can.
Is that it? Is that what this is all about?
Just money?
Mervyn Simmel hid that money.
Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue.
Nobody ever found it.
But now I have information.
If we work together, it could lead us to it.
"Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue".
Ring any bells?
This is the internet stuff. Any luck?
Oh, this is driving me crazy.
Er, "The fire had power in the water, forgetting his own
"virtue and the water forget his own quenching nature".
That's the wisdom of Solomon, Chapter 19 verse 20. What does it mean? I haven't the faintest idea.
And then there's this French guy, oh, it's one of yours. Who? Er, Descartes. Oh.
"The greatest minds are capable of the greatest vices as well as the greatest virtues".
He also said, "I think, therefore I am".
But nothing about bushels following virtue? Not a thing.
Oh, this erm, voicemail message, what is it?
Oh, actually it was about Mel Silver. I used her old phone extension.
There was a message for her, someone asking about a pendant? Is that important? No, that's OK.
Did they not leave a name or a contact number? No.
Mel.
Where's Mervyn Simmel's farewell note? Over there.
It's the envelope that's important. When did you last leave an envelope unaddressed?
If it was meant for Lucien Calvin, why doesn't it say so on the envelope? Think about it.
I've just shot them. I'm leaving, I see a note on the desk.
It's in Simmel's handwriting, and it says he's leaving the country. So what do I do?
I throw the envelope away, get another, put the note inside, lick it, put it on the desk.
Check the envelope for saliva traces! Yep. Brilliant!
Voicemail for... Detective Superintendent Boyd.
Please leave a message.
Boyd, it's Lisa...
I think Lucien Calvin shot Katherine.
I have information about him that means that he...
SHE GASPS
OK.
OK, you don't need to do this.
I don't know anything.
Please...
Who killed Katherine?
I need to know.
Just tell me who killed her.
She was my mother.
Detective Superintendent Boyd. Yes, I know you by reputation.
PHONE RINGS
'You have one new message.'
'Boyd, it's Lisa.
'I think Lucien Calvin shot Katherine.
'I have information about him that means that he...' SHE GASPS
Grace! Grace!
Yes! Lisa Tobin's in trouble. I got a message, must be 40 minutes ago. Get a satellite trace.
She has information about Katherine Keane and Simmel. Where is everybody?
Mervyn Simmel, unaddressed envelope.
Testing for viable saliva samples.
Risk of sample contamination...
high.
I've got a fix on the call!
It's at the junction, Cole Street and... Spence! Sorry?
Deauville Lane?
It's in the City. Your phone!
Thanks.
SIRENS WAIL
This is the junction of Cole Street and Deauville Lane. It's not here.
There's a car park. Try that.
Makes you dizzy, doesn't it? How many floors are there here? 12.
Got a registration?
LT54 HBD.
TYRES SCREECH
Could be all day doing this.
Hey! There! There it is! There it is!
PHONE RINGS Jordan.
Yeah. Mm-hm.
Lisa! Yep.
Nothing? Check the bag. OK. Bye.
He might have followed her here or... That was Bailey. ..been waiting for her.
DSI Boyd. Cold Case. I'll check over here.
Lisa's press card.
Grace. Hold on.
Domine dirige nos.
What? Lord... Lord...
direct us... to where bushels follow virtue.
Domine dirige nos. Get a make-safe here. OK.
It's on Mervyn Simmel's tape. It's not a prayer or a religious thing, it's the City of London.
"Lord, direct us to where bushels follow virtue".
Get a Latin translation - "bushels follow virtue." Call Stella.
OK. Latin translation - bushels follow virtue.
Sir, I have the translation. Yeah, go ahead.
Lord... No, not that bit. The second part, "to where bushels follow virtue".
Oh, OK. Erm, what I have is "Eo Ubi Modii Sequuntur Virtutes.
How d'you spell that? E-O.
Yeah, I got E-O.
E-O. Stella? Come on!
God, this is so strange.
Could make a case for a 60-40 split but without me, you never would've found it.
But 50-50's good enough.
HE LAUGHS
I thought he had it all worked out.
Think how long it'd take to get a large amount of gold out of the country, one or two bars at a time.
Too long if your bank's about to have its assets frozen.
Yeah. So you abandon that plan -
getting a crooked diplomat like Brian McGurk to smuggle it into Ireland.
And hide all the gold where no-one'd think to look.
In another bank, and come back when it all falls down. There we are. "Bushels follow virtue". Yeah.
Yes, but you must understand that for many of our clients,
20 million sterling is really not a lot of money.
So you're telling me that Lucien Calvin got access to the vault,
left with its contents, based just on his signature... Of course.
We maintain a strong personal relationship with all our clients.
I've known Mr Calvin for some time.
I don't expect you've seen much of him in the last few years.
Unaddressed envelope...
..saliva sample. Test results.
Mr Calvin and Mr Simmel are the only authorised signatories but today it was just Mr Calvin, as you can see.
Didn't you feel under any obligation to pass details of this account on to the Serious Fraud Office?
Our foremost obligation is always to our clients.
Before today, the only signatory is 1992.
And as I said, as a matter of policy, I can't allow you to examine the vault
and neither can I discuss its contents. Did you see him leave?
Yes. Did he need any help to carry anything out?
Well, we do have staff on hand but the second gentleman said it wouldn't be necessary. The second gentleman?
Yes, um, he signed in here in the Visitors' section. A Mr... Keane.
Declan Keane.
Is there a problem? Yes. Declan Keane died yesterday.
Tell me about the second gentleman.
Er, he was, um,
very charming.
His accent matched his name.
He was Irish.
Let's see if we can succeed where Dublin's finest have failed.
On your right!
Give me your hand, I'm a police officer! Give me your hand!
I can't believe it. I trusted him. Yes, you trusted him.
I told him everything we had.
It's Bailey. Bai... Boyd. I'm gonna string you up, You need to get over to Calvin's place.
Declan Keane never had a drug supplier. It was you. I'll explain when you get here.
No, you listen. Listen to me...
Brian McGurk, you killed him and dumped him in the river, right?
Bailey?
He hung up on me, the little shit.
You can't escape the sins of your past, DI Bailey.
They'll always catch up with you.
You're saying Bailey joined the investigation to get at the gold.
No, to protect himself. When we started investigating McGurk's death, he had to do something.
The more he heard about the gold, the less he could resist it.
PHONE RINGS Greedy bastard. This'll be him. Eve? Eve.
I tested the saliva samples on the unaddressed envelope.
And?
Well, it is a 15-year-old sample.
Tell me you found something, please.
Yes, I did.
The sample matches one of your suspects.
Philip White.
Boyd, I'm in White's office.
No sign of Lisa, but you were right about White being part of Opus Dei.
I came for sanctuary and forgiveness. Forgiveness?!
You expect forgiveness?
How dare you come to this place? There's nowhere else I can go!
You expect forgiveness for what you've done?
You've put everything we've achieved here at risk.
I need sanctuary! And all you can think of is your own miserable soul!
I have done penance every day for 15 years.
And God may forgive you, but I never will! Get out of here, and out of my sight!
This mission is closed to you, this family disowns you!
I've never believed it was about money with him, I just don't.
Sir? Yeah? I checked back on Calvin's parents' suicide. This is the house where it happened.
They're in there now splitting the gold between them? Possibly.
What are you doing? You wait there.
Come on, Stella.
I just want to check it out first, I'm concerned for your safety.
That's fine but I think you need my help. I wish you'd listen, every now and then.
All right?
Stella, you go there.
I've got a funny feeling about this place. I know what you mean.
When did you last put a padlock on your freezer? Never.
Here, can you hold this?
Well done.
Clive Marlowe.
He never left London.
OPERA MUSIC PLAYS
Shit.
Please! Please!
I'm still your little boy.
Aren't I?
Please. Please, don't hurt me!
I don't know who you are!
I won't tell anyone, I promise.
Just let me go, please!
I'm still your little boy.
Aren't I?!!
GUNSHOT
Oh, God.
God tested me when he brought Katherine Keane into my life.
I was weak when I should've been strong.
I prayed for strength...
..but my feelings for her were...
too powerful.
Are you going to kill me?
I saw something in your eyes when you came into my office,
something I should've recognised.
Is that why you brought me here?
I should've seen you were her daughter.
What difference would it have made?
Every difference.
I should have asked for forgiveness
but instead, I put a gun to your head.
Is... Is this how you ask for forgiveness?
There's only one way for justice to be done.
You have to help me.
I need the location of White's car.
End this.
Please.
I've thought about this moment for so long.
When I'd finally know who murdered my mother.
When she put an end to what we had,
I knew I couldn't let her go.
I thought I might feel pity...
But I don't.
I killed them both. Right here.
GUNSHOT
Do it!
Go on.
Lisa!
Oh, God, Lisa.
Lisa, come on, drop the gun. Drop the gun down to me. I shot her.
Right there.
Where you're standing, I ended her life. Don't listen to him. Squeeze the trigger, Lisa. Lisa!
Lisa, look at me! Look at me, focus on me!
He'll be punished for what he did, if you, if you just give me the gun. Come on, please!
I saw the fear in her eyes. She saw me as I raised the gun.
Lisa, your mother was dying. She only had a few months to live, that's why she was running away,
she wanted to spare you that pain. It's not true. That's it, now.
Just give me the gun. Come on, Lisa, drop me the gun.
Please! He's lying to you, Lisa.
I spoke to her. With her last breath, she called your name.
Lisa! And I killed her.
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