Surveillance 24/7

It's easy now- CCTV everywhere.

You could pick up on a target getting on train at, I don't know,

Glasgow, and track him all the way down to a shop on Oxford Street.

Give us a day or so and we could find anyone, anywhere.

London.

It's the best city in the world.

I love it.

I love the clubs. I love the people.

I love the whole vibe, man.

That's how I met Jake.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm Adam. What's your name?

Jake.

Smile, Jake.

Fucking phones will be the death of us.

I'm just messing, man.

I should go.

No, no, no. Stay.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Shall we go again?

My playtime is precious to me.

Mine too.

Let's not waste another minute.

- Amy. - Adam?

The very same.

It's been a while.

You got there, huh? Big smoke, big job in telly.

Something like that.

What did I tell you?

Look, Adam, it's getting late.

Can we cut to the chase?

What's this all about?

OK, listen.

It's about a guy called Jake Raven.

Ned.

You little work slave. It's way past your bedtime.

They still wasting your brilliance on cutting edge rock profiles?

No rest forthe wicked, aye?

Tell me about it.

I need a favor.

Oh, you little horror. Here's me thinking you were calling

for a late night heart-to-heart.

No, your security clearance, actually.

Go on then... use me.

I need everything you can give me about a guy called Adam Blane.

And why can't you look up this Adam Blane yourself?

He's come to me with some crazy story.

I just want to see what he's been up to.

He's an ex.

You kept that to yourself, didn't you?

It wouldn't look good.

No, no. You're quite right.

They'd sack you.

It's a nice pic.

I'm assuming you know about the boys, Amy.

Ah, the boys.

Look, uh... Adam...

Not a problem. I'm a bit like that myself.

Fine. What time is it?

Fuck.

I'm really sorry l...

Honestly, it's not a problem.

If I can just jump in for a quick wash,

I'll be out yourway.

You take this job, and yeah, it's true -

a tiny little piece of you thinks it's gonna be like James Bond.

But you don't think...

What they definitely don't tell you is that the reality

is much, much worse than any story.

In the real world people do go missing.

They do have to be... terminated.

I didn't sign up for any of that shit.

Where is it, Jake?

Where's the fucking film?

Snap.

The same phone.

I had to take it straight back.

If it's a thriller you go diving in there,

guns blazing and you never get hit.

But when it happens to you in real life,

right in front of your very eyes...

I can't tell you - you just shit yourself.

You just get out of there fast...

just in case you're next.

Reports are coming in that Jake Raven,

the photographer son of media magnate Lord Raven,

has been drowned.

In a statement, Jake Raven's family say he has not

been seen since yesterday when he boarded the family yacht.

Crew members report that he was drunk

and had clearly taken drugs.

It is believed that Jake Raven fell overboard

and was unable to save himself.

Good night?

Sorry?

You look like you haven't slept.

I haven't, really.

Goodforyou.

Quite fond of clubbing myself.

Really?

My stop.

You okay?

Yeah. Sorry.

Can't be helped.

It's easy now- CCTV everywhere.

You could pick up on a target getting on train at, I don't know,

Glasgow, and track him all the way down to a shop on Oxford Street.

Give us a day or so and we could find anyone, anywhere.

Can you get me evidence?

We're talking hard evidence -

tapes, photographs, transcriptions.

Sure, yeah, I can get it.

But it's got to be totally anonymous.

I do this for you and this is it.

Do you understand?

I get you.

I'll post it. Anything I get, I'll post.

Snail mail - safest way these days.

Its the one thing we can't monitor.

What goes on is, well, the left hand doesn't understand

what the right hand's doing half the time.

One unit might have been briefed about the hit on Jake,

while another knew nothing about it. That's what went on there.

Except no one knew who the fuck had ordered this,

orwhat was going on.

This guy, Adam, were we meant to be shaking him down

scaring him off, or just keeping a watching brief?

No one really knew. No one knew what Adam knew.

That's what made him dangerous.

OK, well, I'm Adam - Adam Blane.

I'm a teacherthese days.

Have been for a while, and I enjoy it.

I teach I.T. At a private school.

It's a good school. And, yeah... I'm bloody lucky.

I got a great life.

So the way I see it is this.

I work really hard.

So when I have my free time, that is it - it is mine.

I have to be able to do my thing.

Hello, class.

It's not very funny, is it?

What does Sir do at weekends?

Where does he go?

Who does he see?

Are you safe with Sir?

Who did this?

Nice tie, Sir!

Well, of course, I told him to pay no attention to it.

Just some juvenile nonsense.

If you react to it - any response at all -

that's it, you've lost everything -

your stature, your discipline, your command of the class.

Do you understand?

I must say I was surprised that Blane let a thing like this

get to him - unless there was something in it, of course.

Yeah. I recall it very clearly.

I said to him, excuse me, sir.

What I want to say to you is that what I choose to do in my own time

is a matterfor myself and only myself.

What is more important here is who the hell would do this.

Who could do this?

This is the Blast Channel.

This is Exit Ten with us today.

And so just want to ask you a few questions...

Can you leave it?

...I just want to go way back to the very beginning

and maybe ask about where you first met.

- Amy? - Adam?

The very same.

It's been a while.

I mean, uh... How have you been?

Ah, so-so.

What about you though?

You made it then?

Made what?

You got there, huh? Big smoke, big job in telly.

Something like that.

What did I tell you?

Look, Adam, it's lovely to hear your honey tones and all,

but it's getting late.

Can we cut to the chase?

What's this all about?

Okay, listen.

It's about a guy called Jake Raven.

The sequence of events that led to the tragic drowning

of society photographer Jake Raven, started at Kensington Palace,

at around 2:15 on the afternoon of the 6th of May.

Guests at the Palace confirm the flamboyant son

of media baron Lord Raven appeared drunk and emotional,

and had to be escorted from the Palace grounds.

Hours later he was dead.

The story of Jake Raven's abduction could come

from the pages of a conspiracy thriller...

but it doesn't.

It really happened.

Our investigation, painstakingly pieced together

by eyewitness accounts and real-life footage,

shows exactly what happened to Jake on that night.

Where did he go to afterthe party?

Who did he meet?