The Shadow Line

So, what are we looking at?

Two gunshots to the head.

One.

Point of entry

left eye. And exit...

yeah,

rear lower right.

Right ear still intact. I don't think we're supposed to touch the body.

My world...

my rules...

Huh, that's interesting.

What? What if he'd been shot, say, from the front passenger seat,

all the splatter would be over the rear window. Whereas, in fact...

it's pretty much all around him down here.

So? So, given the body position

and the line of travel,

I'd say that our friend here took this bullet while he was seated...

there. And while he was looking up at whoever shot him.

And whoever shot him was standing...

roughly...

where you are now.

Great.

Which would make this shot the second.

As his head fell away.

Entry lower left jaw and exit...

yeah...

middle right cheek.

But not before it bust up all the crockery, eh?

Oh, Harvey,

you should have taken better care of your teeth.

So, two fast shots.

Probably more in the body but we'll let the brush-up boys find them, eh?

So, do you want the good news?

This one's not for us. Why?

Why? I'm sorry, look like a lovers' tiff to you, does it?

Robbery. It could be anything. Did you check for his wallet? It's a contract.

Trust me. And when it's a contract...

Mazeltov!

What are you doing?

Well, if it was a robbery,

he wouldn't have got far with these.

They're all out of date. What?

Credit cards.

All expired.

Harvey Wratten. Harvey Wratten. I've heard that name...

Yeah, right... Put it back. What?

I told you, this one's not for us.

So...

put it back.

Where did you find it?

Left side, inside breast pocket.

You see,

the truth, Constable,

the truth, it's like lightning.

Always follows the line of least resistance.

So, what we do, the trick is simple.

All we have to do is find the line and then follow it back up.

And whatever it is,

it's all gonna be sorted within 24 hours. All neat and tidy.

99% of the time.

But with this...

With what I see here,

well, you try and find the line on something like this

and all it's gonna do is fur up your arteries so thick you'll think you're a fucking werewolf!

So...

we just pass it on and then we step right out of the picture.

Because whoever it is has to pick up this sorry rag of rope, it'll sure as shit be the death of them.

Oh, yeah.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

All right?

Sure you want to do this?

Gabriel.

Excuse me, sir, if I could just... What?

Take another look. Really?

Yes, please, sir. Don't be stupid, I just told you who he is.

With the greatest of respect, madam, just because you say it doesn't necessarily make it so. What?!

It's all about connection, isn't it?

Not just process. Oh, that's clever.

You're very clever. Isn't he clever?

There is another word beginning with C that also comes to mind.

Want to know what it is? I'll give you a clue.

It sounds exactly like the first syllable in country. Does that help? All right, here you go.

Yes, sir, it's the photo, it doesn't really look like you. Huh.

Well, I've been out of circulation for a while. Maybe it's an old ID. Time to get a new one then, sir.

I'll make it a priority. Thank you, sir.

No, thank you, CUNTstable.

So what is this place?

Private car park for a bowls club.

He went bowling? It's closed this time of year.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Looks like it is him, though.

Why? Cos it's his car? Registered to his home address.

Taxed, too. Interesting, considering where he's been. Gloves, please.

And how long he's been there.

Family? No-one close. Except for his nephew.

And we all know where he's been to.

Friends?

Bloke like that, I'm sure he had millions.

And, clearly...

at least one enemy.

Driver's missing.

OK.

And there's no prints been left on the wheel.

Gabriel.

Didn't expect to see you back so soon.

Touch-and-go I was going to make it back at all. Huh, yeah.

Usually, I get to see a man with a bullet in his head, I'm looking at... him.

Yeah, it's him. It's Harvey Wratten.

Who's Harvey Wratten?

'A convicted drug smuggler was released from jail today

'in circumstances described as extremely unusual.

'Two years ago, Harvey Wratten,

'62, and alleged head of one of the UK's largest crime organisations,

'was sentenced to 18 years in jail

'for his part in importing over 200kg...' That's Harvey.

What's he doing on telly?

He's just got out of prison.

'His nephew, Jay Wratten, 28, was also sentenced to five years

'on a lesser charge of conspiracy to supply.

'However, both Wrattens have today been released

'under the Royal Prerogative of Mercy,

'a form of pardon that is so rare

'only the Justice Secretary can grant it.

'The actual circumstances surrounding the pardon have not been made public,

'but, according to legal analysts, speculation is centring around recent significant breakthroughs

'made by the authorities in the so-called War Against Drugs.'

PHONE RINGS

Doesn't she have funny teeth?

Why would they give a job to a woman like that? I don't know.

Are you going to see him?

Yeah. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Yes.

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

And will he...?

What?

I can't remember. It's...

It's the phone, it's distracting me.

Where are you going? To answer it. What?

The phone. But you're coming back?

Of course. Straight back.

Yeah.

Yeah, I've just seen it on the news.

FOREBODING MUSIC

No, I'll be there.

Kirsten? It's Joseph.

I'm sorry to call you so late.

Can you come and be with Julie?

I have to go out.

Thanks.

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

Get me out of here!

You all right, Jay?

Yeah...

Yeah.

It's just the, er... distance. Yeah. You know?

Yeah, I know.

You spent two years in a 14ft square, and suddenly the whole world's in front of you.

I left my phone.

Wait here.

Don't move. OK?

'Fifth floor, doors opening.'

LOUD SNORTING

LOUD SNORTING

HE SNORTS

Are you trying to say something? You mean you don't get it? What's to get? A free pardon, boy.

Isn't that what you and your uncle just got?

And to get that, you must've been squealing like a pig near a stun gun.

Have you seen anyone get arrested? Not yet.

Not ever.

Then why did they let you out?

Ah... well...

That would be telling, wouldn't it? So, not a pig.

That's right. Then some kind of a snake.

'Doors closing.

'Doors opening.

'Doors closing.

'Ground floor.

'Doors opening.'

WOMAN SCREAMS AND SHOUTS

'Fifth floor. Doors opening.'

Shit!

It's all right. I know him.

He's one of Bob Harris's.

We do not need trouble.

It wasn't me went looking for it. I thought you were ill! I'm better in dark corners.

BEEPING

Shit!

You left it in the car.

Oh, no, Mo. Who's in trouble now, eh?

Harvey's dead!

Someone shot him!

Who did it?

No-one knows.

Right now, no-one knows much.

Who... did... it?

No-one knows, Jay. No-one knows anything.

Well, fucking find out!

I'm sure that's going to happen. But if you just calm down... Don't tell me what to do.