River

Even if you were just colleagues, there was love, perhaps.

What we will do for love. Die for it, even.

We do know that she was investigating something

and Haider Jamal Abdi may have been helping her.

I know him. The man on your appeal.

They come in here with their fake IDs and their licences,

and I send them away just as quick.

Tom Read, I arrest you for perverting the course of justice.

CHRISSIE!

Was there anything, anything different about her?

You worked with her that day. You went for dinner, for Christ's sake.

You must have talked about something.

We worked. We had lunch.

We worked some more. We went for Chinese.

We talked about nothing.

The last time I saw Stevie,

she said that she... she loved someone.

I thought that someone was...

She gave me £10,000 that night, to look after her younger brother.

I think... I think she knew something was coming.

She asked me if something happened to her,

to look after Frankie.

Just to go back over again...

.. you come out of the Chinese restaurant...

Yeah.

After a brief exchange, she crosses the road.

Did you see who shot her?

No, my view was obscured by the van.

But you saw the car pull away?

Yes.

- She crosses the road... - Do you recall the last thing she said to you?

River.

"Screw you, Mr Magoo."

That's the last thing she said to you?

I've got blood all over my shirt.

What the hell was she up to?

She gave you that money, didn't she?

That's what she was giving you, outside the restaurant, the 10K?

She knew something was coming.

You are caught in what is known as a paradox, my friend.

The closer you get to the truth, the further away you'll get from me.

From who I was.

And then you'll see who I really am.

Solve this, Magoo, and you know what happens.

Oh, Inspector.

For the guilty, there is nothing that gives more masochistic pleasure

than to retrace one's steps.

To replay the details of one's most horrific crimes.

Alas, you could not heave your heart into your mouth

and tell her how you felt that night.

If only you had taken her in your arms.

If only.

If only.

If only.

Then she may still be alive

and somewhere inside of you would not have died.

But do not be afraid, Inspector.

She may be gone,

but I will still be there, for ever...

.. by your side!

River, I went through the three key firms

that Stevie was investigating in the lead-up to her murder.

- Chrissie not in yet? - No.

Office Work Solutions -- an employment agency in Harrow.

They headhunt and supply a variety of staff.

Cleaning contracts, mainly.

The second -- TPA Waste Management.

They provide recycling contracts.

And the third -- E&F Car Services, of which Bennigan Cars

is one of five subsidiary companies, all providing taxis,

luxury chauffeurs, a collective payroll of 1,900 employees.

Drivers, mainly.

Bennigan Cars has got 76,

maybe 80 applicants through in the last 18 months.

All applying for visas, rights to stay in the country.

Nearly all had their cases approved by one judge, Tom Read,

and then went on to future employment

in one of those companies.

- And what links all those companies is... - E6 Holdings.

I'm trying to get a list

of all the shareholders, but...

Michael Bennigan... was on the board.

She was researching this as far back as 2003.

Certainly, she's been pulling up information on Michael Bennigan,

periodically, over the years.

It's not enough to arrest him.

I've applied for a warrant to get in there and search.

These companies come under rigorous legislation.

- They can't just employ illegal... - Illegal immigrants?

They're not illegal.

It's a quick fix to get them into work.

He must get something in return.

I think she sent Haider in... to see how the system worked.

Ira, you lead the search.

I should do that. I know Michael.

You need to deal with Tom.

Find me the links to Stevie's murder.

Where's Chrissie?

Compassionate leave.

Are you going to let her get away with that?

She needs to be here.

I don't know what tea I drink any more.

Tea is tea.

How did you find me?

Nina opened the door.

School sent her home.

I haven't told them where Tom is.

He's always working, anyway.

And they haven't even asked.

You need to come in.

- You need to sit in and listen to Tom's interview. - No. No.

If I could get Stevie in a room and find out what she's done,

what she did, if I could do that, I would.

I can't, River.

My husband... is sitting in a cell

four floors below my office.

I can't face anyone. I...

Go away.

- Where's your balls? - When did I ever need balls?!

When did balls ever make you a better detective?

In 33 years in the force, that's what blokes say.

"Where's your balls?" I got where I got.

I did it, and I didn't need a pair of sodding nuts.

Now piss off and let me do my shopping.

Is this really where you want to be?

This is where I should have been.

This is where I should have been for 33 years.

But, instead, I've worked and sweated,

and I've drunk pints with pissed-up commissioners,

and I've taken shit... Oh, God, so much shit!

But the one thing I could say, through all the losses,

through all the missed sports days, and the holidays

and the late nights when my kids needed me

and I was sweating to close a case,

the one thing I could say was that it was worth it.

And now it's not because he's guilty!

He's guilty,

River, and therefore I will be tarred with the same brush.

33 years, River, and this is my fucking carriage clock?!

Sorry.

I hate you.

I hate you for finding him out.

My fault. Never employ anyone good at their job.

I hate you.

I hate you, I hate you.

We're conducting a search. Can you please stand up,

away from your desks, please. Thank you.

- Chrissie... - I'm humouring River.

Did you, on November 14th this year,

visit a bank of lockers off Dalston Lane?

Also on the 4th November,

the 23rd October, the 7th October...

.. and on three or four other occasions

from September to mid August?

- I haven't been briefed with this... - Is she here?

Is Chrissie here?

I'll repeat my question.

Did you, on November 14th of this year,

visit a bank of lockers off Dalston Lane?

- Yes. - Why did you go there?

- To pick up payments. - How many?

I don't know. Seven, eight. I lost count.

- What were those payments for? - I wish to confer with my client.

The person who paid you may be involved in Stevie's death.

I need to talk to Chrissie.

I need to talk to her first.

She's listening.

I received a text message.

From who? Was it Michael Bennigan?

I don't know.

The request was simple.

There were certain immigration cases that would come before me.

I was to quickly waive these cases through.

There were threats...

to reveal certain information.

I refused to respond.

Then photographs were sent...

of me and others.

Others?

Taken -- clearly illicitly -- taken at work.

Compromising photographs.

Nothing obscene but, to the trained eye, to those that know me,

they would confirm...

that I was having affairs.

Affairs? Plural?

Yes.

I don't see how this connects to Stevie's death.

Four phone calls, Tom, the last made on the morning she died.

- Mm, that doesn't mean... - The day she was murdered.

She told me that I was to tell Chrissie.

If not, she would talk to her herself... that day.

Chrissie was already home when I got back.

She'd even cooked dinner. She never cooks dinner.

And, miraculously, by nine, all the children had fled,

gone to bed, homework, friends.

Even the dog, even the dog...

was somewhere else.

But I WAS going to tell her.

I was going to tell her...

everything... that night.