I was wondering if you'd call.
Tonight?
Yeah, tonight's perfect.
Yeah, OK.
Peter Rooker, 38 years old. Found 40 minutes ago in an alleyway in Soho.
Gunshot wounds to the leg and head.
No witnesses. How is he still alive? By a miracle.
The bullet passed between the frontal lobes.
Nothing. Still VF. Adrenaline wide.
Looks like he was a photographer. OK.
Victim's wallet, mobile phone, keys, camera
and what looks like a coat tag from a club,
Number 19? It's on Wardour Street.
We'll need to shock him again.
Clear! We found his press card. Cheers.
No. Going again. 360 Charge. 360.
Clear!
Asystole.
That's it. Everyone in agreement? We'll stop resuscitation there.
Er, time of death 22.15.
Doctor, is there anything else you can tell me?
Er, well, I don't think it's the first time he's been shot.
This looks like an old bullet wound.
And by the scarring, I'd say that was a back-room job.
What, not done in a hospital? Well, if it was a hospital, it wasn't this country.
Ah, you have that look in your eyes, both of you.
The look that says you're not planning to go home any time soon.
You gonna put me in a cab?
What and wave you off into the night? What kind of man do you think I am?
Found the body yet, Lafferty?
Very droll. Might have found the murder weapon, though.
Bit of a gift, if it is.
I'll do a check on it. There's no need to dress up for us.
Thought we'd show the proper respect your work is due.
About time, too! How's it goin', Mrs Lynley? You back with us?
No, this is someone's idea of showing a girl a good time. Anything else?
Murder weapon not enough for you?
POSSIBLE murder weapon. This is where he fell.
Paramedics found him on his back. The entry wound for the first shot was the back of the knee,
which suggests... The killer was behind him.
OK, we've got the head here, feet there?
And Rooker is travelling in this direction down the alley,
with the killer behind him. Shoots him in the leg.
He drops here. Rolls over.
Sees the killer. Coming towards him.
Shoots him in the head. You don't really need me!
No, but you brighten the place up for us, you know. You do.
Where was he headed, then? Where'd he come from?
There's a pub round the corner. The hospital said he stank of booze.
Check it out. Um, excuse me, can I go home now or have you got a surprise visit to the mortuary planned?
I'm sorry. It IS going to be a late one, isn't it? Here, I'll see you at home, take the car.
That is a bit of a first.
Go on - before I change my mind.
I'm going. Get on to Winston, tell him to go round to Rooker's flat and see what he can find.
Hey, is that what I think it is?
Sorry, mate, that camera's just for show.
There's no film, Mr McGuire? No, brewery said they were going to fix it. Exciting night?
No more than usual. We cater for real drinkers here, the real Soho,
not your poncey media types with their bottles of foreign lager.
Have you seen this man before?
No. Can you try looking at the picture first, please?
Was he in here tonight? Could have been. This is the West End, love.
We get a thousand plus punters in 'ere every week. I ain't that good with faces.
Who uses the alleyway?
Dealers, methadone addicts, pros, people taking the shortcut to Tottenham Court Road tube.
It's like one big filthy urinal.
Hello?
Police.
DC Nkata - Control. Requesting backup.
Suspected break-in at 25 Elliot Street, Marylebone.
Intruder possibly still on the premises. I'm entering now.
Oh!
Calm down, calm down.
It's OK. I'm a police officer.
My ID...is in my pocket.
Will you let me get it?
OK?
Now...
I need you to put the gun down and tell me exactly what happened here.
OK?
Can you do that?
OK.
Should've done more to stop her. No, you did the right thing.
She had a gun, you didn't. Did you get any sense of who she might be?
Didn't get a sense of anything. She never said a word. She looked traumatised.
Was she injured? No.
So it's not her blood, then? Rooker's?
Both his injuries would have been sustained in the alleyway.
Third party? Well, we'll run a DNA profile as soon as possible, see what it throws up.
And check out the A&Es at all the local hospitals, will you?
So, Rooker suffers a fatal shooting...
in Soho, and then there's a second firearms incident at his flat in Marylebone.
Well, she shot Rooker first and then came here?
But there was a gun in the alleyway and her second gun. Why does she need two guns?
Whatever. He must've been involved in something pretty deep.
Well, here's a theory. Whether she killed Rooker or not, she breaks in and gets a nasty surprise.
Yeah, someone else is here. She shoots them.
Third party is wounded, but escapes. She stays here. Why? She's looking for something?
Probably something difficult to find. Liked the lived-in look, didn't he?
This is her.
You're kidding me?
I just found it on his bedside table.
They were close then. Girlfriend?
Seems odd that she had to force the door. You'd think she'd have a key.
Perhaps they'd fallen out. Not much evidence of a woman's touch here. My guess is she doesn't live here.
Unless she's a slob, too.
Winston, head back. Circulate the photo, put out an observation call. Make sure they know she's armed.
Priority. We need to find her as soon as possible.
Havers, I don't care if it takes all night, this flat is going to get turned upside down.
It already is, isn't it?!
So he was that kind of photographer.
Paparazzi? Paparazzo.
Paparazzi is plural.
If you're trying to make me look stupid... He wasn't exactly in demand.
The only entry in his diary this week is a car registration number.
Ooh, no, hang on, er, he had a meeting last week with a Melissa Booth.
Ooh, isn't she, um, the newspaper editor?
One of the big tabloids. Maybe things were looking up for him?
You said you'd ring me back early this week. ..Right, OK, I'm here waiting.
David!
Three minutes. David!
What's this supposed to be? Piece on the teenage crime wave.
I don't think so. There's a theory that if you give an infinite number of monkeys
an infinite number of typewriters, they'll eventually write Hamlet.
THIS is what you get from fewer monkeys in less time.
Give me a teenage crime wave, David.
And who are you?
A photographer meeting directly with the editor of a tabloid newspaper is out of the ordinary.
Usually would be. Isn't that a job for the picture desk? Yeah.
How did you hear about his death? I got a call at 3am this morning from my chief crime correspondent.
He thought I'd want to know. How did you take the news?
With a Valium and a large scotch.
You were close then? Once, yes. Very.
I just heard the news. All those war zones he came back from and he winds up dead in London.
I'm so sorry.
Don't. Inspector Lynley, Eddie Price - my husband and my boss.
A very hands-off one. Not much choice with her in the chair.
Obviously, this is not a good time.
Darling, if you need me, I'll be down the hall.
Oh, the last time I saw Peter, he looked a bit worse for wear.
Maybe he'd run up a tab he couldn't pay off?
You're talking about it him like he was some kind of addict.
We don't have to trample his name in the dirt already, do we? We would if he was anyone else.
I'm sorry. Your husband said "war zones".
I thought Mr Rooker was paparazzo.
First Gulf War.
He was good, wasn't he? He was a real talent.
Was that the kind of picture he was trying to sell you last week?
He packed in real photography when he came back from Bosnia.
When he was down to his last 50 quid, he tried to beat the paparazzi at their own game.
Maybe it wasn't the soft option he thought it was.
If you could get me the property that matches this tag, please?
Can I help you? Er, sorry. You are?
Michael Wren. I manage this place.
I'm Detective Sergeant Havers. I'm investigating the murder of a Mr Peter Rooker. Peter?
Yeah, I'm afraid so.
Are you sure?
Has he been identified? We're sure.
Murdered how? He was shot.
I heard there was a shooting in an alley off Dean Street?
So you knew Peter Rooker?
You could say that. What does that mean?
He was the best friend I ever had.
How did you meet?
Belfast 1983.
He was on an assignment for the New York Times. I was with the Paras.
We both drank in the same pub.
He could drink me and all my men under the table and make us laugh while he was doing it.
And what about recently? How was he? He could barely raise a smile. DOOR OPENS
What kind of pictures did he try and sell you last week?
Some C-list celebrity.
Did you buy them? Yes.
When did they run? They didn't.
I've bought dozens of Peter's pictures over the last ten years and I think I've used them once.
It drives Eddie mad, but it's my prerogative.
Sounds like charity... or something deeper.
Is that what Mr Price really gets mad about?
No. Eddie's always known and accepted that Peter Rooker was my first big love.
What went wrong?
Well, I don't know. Peter changed.
He lost his spirit.
Actually, that's an understatement.
How did he seem to you when you saw him last week?
Particularly anxious about anything?
Oh, Peter was anxious in his sleep, Inspector.
Awake, he was a nervous wreck.
Awake and sober, at least.
"Self-medication", he called it.
Four large vodkas and a Diazepam was what it took to drag him down to mere anxiety.
Did you still see him, socially?
No. I love my husband.
Being mates with exes never works, does it?
So when did you last see Mr Rooker? Yesterday. At what time?
He was here about seven.
Is he a member of the club?
Unofficially. Through me, if you like.
So, he came to speak to you? Yeah.
What did you talk about? Nothing.
So you had a conversation that consisted of total silence?
Nothing significant.
Look, he was talking about how he was sick of Melissa Booth's handouts,
that if she didn't print his pictures, he'd send the cheque back.
I told him not to be so stupid as to bite the hand that feeds.
He didn't like that. So it's fair to say he left under a cloud?
Perhaps that's why he forgot his coat?
He didn't have much choice. I slung him out. The place was heaving.
I couldn't have one of his tantrums. What, especially with him not being a member? Exactly.
Did he say where he was going to?
No. Well, what time did he leave? It was about eight o'clock. Are you sure? Yeah, why?
Well, shots were heard at 9.10.
The alleyway that he was killed is, what, a five-minute walk max from here?
So what was he doing between eight and nine?
This is Soho, Sergeant. He could've been doing anything.
Like? Well, he was drinking heavily, already. He was off his head on something.
Take your pick with Peter. Do you know her?
Her name's Nina.
How do you know her? She works here.
And what's her relationship with Peter Rooker?
Peter was her legal guardian when she first came over from Bosnia in '95.
Is she working today?
She's supposed to be, but she's been off for a couple of days with flu.
Right, I'll need an address. Don't have one.
She's cash in hand, you know.
Are you telling me you don't have your employees' addresses? Of course, but, er,
she's not been here long. OK, next of kin?
Well, that would be Peter.
Is she in some kind of trouble? Yeah, well, let's just say she's in possession of a firearm
and not in a stable frame of mind. So if there's anything that you can tell us to help us find her.
Like I told you, I-I-I can't help you with what I don't know.
OK, do us a favour, check your records, see if you can't rustle up a surname.
Look, I-I've told you... It'll save me having to go to the tax office.
Just get it done by tomorrow morning, all right? Cheers. ..Idiots.
Mr Price, can I have a word?
I've got a car waiting. Call my secretary.
She'll book an appointment. Peter Rooker.
Did you know him? A little.
And his relationship with your wife?
Ended years ago. I'm sorry.
I meant his professional relationship with your wife. Is that what the dig about his habit was about?
I was just trying to be helpful.
Not how Ms Booth interpreted it.
Nasty bruise on your cheek there, sir.
What are you suggesting? Nothing.
Just wondering how you got it? There's a sordid little scene playing out in your head,
isn't there? I wasn't aware of one. My wife's ex-lover comes back into her life
and they embark on a steamy affair?
I find out about it and I beat seven bells out of him.
I suppose I give him some sort of macho speech about staying away from her. And then what?
I smell his cheap aftershave on her some time afterwards,
take the gun from my desk drawer,
which I keep there just for such an occasion, and I blow his head off?
Bit cliched, isn't it?
So, offer me an alternative.
I got Melissa on the rebound. I knew it then and I know it now and I was still the luckiest man in the world.
Fun, smart AND beautiful.
Truth is, I don't think she even loved me the day we got married,
but I told her love can grow...and it has.
Plus she got to be editor of a national newspaper, of course.
She was always honest about her ambition. Like she was about her relationship with Peter Rooker?
Trust is the basis of a happy marriage.
Sure I wasn't crazy about her paying for those photos we never ran with.
But it wasn't jealousy, I just hate waste.
That's the way I was brought up. But it made Melissa happy and if she's happy, I'm happy.
Must've stuck in some people's throats, you parachuting her into the top job?
Newsrooms are shark pools. It's not so much sink or swim as swim or get chewed to death by 11.30.
If Melissa couldn't hack it, me being the owner of the paper wouldn't mean anything.
And the bruise? I walked into a bog door, after a few drinks.
Well, thank you, Mr Price. You've been very helpful.
That's all right. Oh, if you wanna speak to me again,
give me some notice and I'll bring my lawyers.
Rooker was Nina's guardian. Anything else? She works for Wren at the club.
She hasn't been in the last two days.
He claims not to know where she is.
Do you believe him? Well, it's a start. What's the club like?
Exclusive hangout for celebrity types.
Well, it fits with him being a paparazzo.
Yeah, it must have been handy for Rooker to have a mate who runs a bar for C-listers.
It's hard to see why these kind of pictures should lead to him taking a bullet.
The leg was extended back at the moment of impact.
Rooker was running? So why not shoot him in the back?
It's a much bigger target.
Because if you shoot him in the back, he might kill him straightaway. He doesn't want it to be over too fast.
This way, you shatter the kneecap which immobilises him and causes him a hell of a lot of pain.
Yeah, but why do it like that? Why take more time and risk being caught in the act?
Maybe the killer wanted him to know who it was who was killing him?
I don't know what this gives you, but your man was so living on borrowed time.
We heard he wasn't exactly clean-living.
He'd suffered severe liver damage, had excessively high alcohol content.
But he was also riddled with tumorous tissue. What? Cancer?
When we're done here, we should pack him off to the Science Museum.
He was a dead man walking. There's something else, too.
As you can see, they're yellowing,
which means they predate death by at least one day, at most a few days.
And there's broken skin and swelling on his knuckles.
All signs that he was in a fight. Anything else?
The bruising is stronger down the right-hand side,
which would suggest that the attacker was left-handed.
Well, the question is whether the beating and the death are connected.
And if the beating was a warning, what did Rooker do...or not do?
The gun found at the scene is not the murder weapon.
That would've been far too easy.
It's a recommissioned firearm. Nice job, too, apparently.
I bet my pay check whoever did this is well-known to the firearms division.
Well, I'll get some names and cross-reference it with West End Central.
Ballistics say it'd never been fired.
Well, that would suggest it's a recent purchase.
How would Rooker get his hands on it?
It's his prints all over it.
Well, why did he feel he needed a gun?
Melissa Booth talked of his pathological anxiety.
Well, maybe his anxiety wasn't quite so pathological.
How's it going, Winston? Slowly.
There's thousands of images here. What am I looking for?
Anyone or anything that could've caused his death.
I might not know it when I see it. I have complete faith in you.
No pressure, then(!)
This is all I got so far.
This, from two weeks ago.
Two weeks and one day, to be precise. That's Melissa Booth.
For a guy who looked like he might ask you for 20 pence, he was pretty thorough with his indexing.
These were taken 15 days ago? Exactly.
Mr Price wouldn't be quite so Zen about things if he'd seen these.
They'd resumed their relationship.
Looks like they never fell out of love. Yeah, funny she didn't mention it. Isn't it?
Shall we hit her with it? No, no, let's keep our powder dry.
See if we can find out what else she's not telling us.
Sir? Peter Rooker's bank statements.
For the last year, there's been a monthly debit of 400 quid going to a letting agency in Camden.
I thought he lived in Marylebone? He's been paying the rent on a one-bedroom flat on the high street.
The tenant's name, Nina Delic.
Well, that was hard work.
They tried to say you've gotta knock first and if they don't answer, you've gotta come back later.
What is it with lettings people?
You try going through life not quite smart enough to even make the sales team.
This is much nicer than Rooker's flat. Obviously takes his guardian duties very seriously. Yeah.
Tough guy with a heart?
You know, the more we find out about this bloke Rooker, the less he adds up. Bit like when I first met you.
Meaning? Well, posh guy with a heart.
Didn't quite make sense.
Thanks very much, Havers(!) Science-defying.
Hmm, this morning's post.
She must've been here today.
Hmm, junk, junk, junk.
Well, it's small but perfectly formed.
Who the hell are you?
We were under the impression that Nina lived here alone. She does, officially. I sublet.
You know what rents are like in London. I sleep in here.
We're investigating the death of Peter Rooker. Did you know him?
Yeah, yeah. He's Nina's guardian.
He rents this place for her. Do you know where Nina is?
No, she hasn't been home the last couple of nights. Has she called?
No, and she always does if she's spending the night out.
Have you've tried her? Yeah, her...her mobile's switched off.
Do you know where she might be?
Um, her boyfriend Michael's?
Michael...? I don't know his surname, but he runs Number 19 in Soho.
Michael Wren. Rooker's friend.
Sorry about that. Er, did Rooker know about the relationship?
..Peter always wanted the best for Nina, but he could be quite controlling.
She said he'd go crazy if she had to drop out of college.
Well, why would she have to drop out?
No specific reason. Is that what Michael wanted?
SHE never said that.
Then why was she discussing leaving college at all?
Look, if you think in holding something back, you're somehow being loyal to Nina, you're mistaken.
She's pregnant.
I want an unmarked car parked outside.
We've got a trace on Nina's phone, haven't we? We should have. I'll double-check.
I thought you army chaps were meant to be big on loyalty.
Cut to the chase, please. I've got a party of 70 coming in at one.
You're the father of her child and you couldn't even give me an address.
It was when you mentioned her waving the gun around.
I knew it was my gun.
She must've taken it from the drawer in my office.
So you knew your gun was missing?
Never crossed my mind it was Nina, though.
You did report it missing?
I thought I'd have a go at getting it back myself.
In violation of your licence. My licence expired eight months ago.
And it also stipulates that it should be kept in a locked steel cabinet. Exactly.
Tell us about Nina?
She could be a laugh. She's great-looking, obviously.
When she told me she was pregnant, I didn't freak out or anything. But?
She has an unpredictable side. I don't know if I can handle that long term.
And you told her that? Is that why she hasn't been here for the past two days?
She's not ill with flu, is she?
No, I didn't tell her that. She just took off in the middle of the day.
Said she wasn't coming back.
Look, I've wracked my brain thinking about what I might've said or done.
So do you think Rooker found out about the affair and talked Nina out of it?
It crossed my mind. That would have made you quite angry, wouldn't it?
The thought of Rooker telling her that she could do better than a barman.
I'm not a barman. Yeah, even if it IS a posh Soho club.
Look, I know where you're going with this and you're miles off.
That's what you were arguing with Rooker about last night? Nina, wasn't it? Yeah.
OK, so Rooker left here at eight,
he got shot at nine, ten. And the alley is only five minutes' walk away from the bar.
We did this last time. But last time you withheld to the point of lying.
I told you - I don't know where he went.
What were you doing between eight and nine? I was right here.
Right here the whole time.
Look, I wish I knew something.
I wish I could help you find whoever it was who killed my mate.
Oh, save it, please. I could arrest you for the things you didn't tell my sergeant. Where is Nina now?
I don't know. Where might she be?
I'll ask around, talk to the other girls...
Thanks. We're already onto that.
And what will you do if she does contact you? Well, I'll call you straight away.
That's right. You won't try and sort it out on your own. Look, I'm not stupid.
Let's hope that proves to be true.
Got a result from that registration number we found in Peter Rooker's diary.
Anything interesting? A black Mercedes, registered to a private chauffeur-hire company.
It's a sole trader - Andrej Pavletic. That makes life easier.
But that's not the interesting bit.
One of his main clients is Eddie Price.
Wren's just turned up at Nina's flat.
Has he come out yet? No. OK. Anyone else gone in? No, ma'am.
We going in?
Nah, let's leave it a little bit longer, see if anything turns up.
Mr Pavletic?
Fancy a stroll, Winston?
Perfect day for it.
Maybe this, erm, Peter... Rooker...
Rooker. Maybe he was a customer?
Then surely you would remember him?
I pick up so many people, from actors, musicians, restaurateurs,
and on top of that I have my regulars.
Like Eddie Price?
Yes.
Do you talk to Mr Price much when you're driving him around? Hmm, sometimes.
What do you talk about?
Does he talk about his personal life?
We talk but about weather, football, politics sometimes.
But I wouldn't know anything about his private life.
So you wouldn't know how he got that bruise on his cheek? No.
Quite a nasty bruise on the cheekbone. Quite recent.
No, sorry.
Er, this is a picture of Peter Rooker.
Are you sure you don't know him?
Sarah.
You'd better go inside.
OK, you see where our friend is heading. I'll go light a candle.
Hello, Clare.
You going away somewhere? No.
What's going on? Nothing. I'm not stupid.
I bet you if I opened that bag, I'd find Nina's stuff.
Don't tell me. You had Nina's best interests at heart? I did. I DO.
Well, so do we.
Look, I'm sorry.
She sounded so scared.
Where was she calling from? I don't know.
OK, so you were supposed to meet her here, then what?
She said she had to get out of London. And then what was the plan?
Clare?
My sister lives in Cornwall, Nina was gonna stay with her for a bit until things blew over.
OK, so where is she now?
I swear I don't know. She was meant to meet us here.
What, you and Michael? Yeah.
He had to get back to the club. I thought I'd hang around for a few more minutes, see if she showed up.
Is there something else you want to tell me?
When I talked to Nina... I mean, she was worried about you guys and what happened with the gun but...
..I don't think that was the main thing.
In fact...
I'm sure it wasn't.
Look, I've worked hard to build up my business and Eddie Price is my best customer.
He's also very powerful.
We're the police, Mr Pavletic. We have one or two powers of our own.
Right.
I think I know why this man Rooker had my registration number. Good.
On Tuesday afternoon I picked Mr Price up from a club in Soho.
Which one? Number 19.
He's a member there. Go on.
We'd only been going a minute when he told me to stop the car.
He got out, crossed the road to a man on the other side.
..Thanks, Sarah.
She's worried I'll say something that'll lose me my income.
It WAS this man.
They started arguing.
What about? Well, I couldn't hear it, but it got physical.
Hence the bruise on his cheek.
It was nothing serious, though.
Just a silly playground scrap.
When you say nothing serious, 24 hours later one of them was dead.
Of course.
Look, I really want to help you,
but is there a way you can not tell Mr Price you heard this from me?
He could ruin me.
I appreciate the concern for your business,
but it's not one of my priorities, I'm afraid.
Get Eddie Price in to make a statement.
Havers. ..What? That's fantastic!
OK, thanks. ..You might want to hold off on getting Eddie Price in for a couple of hours. Why?
They've found our wounded intruder.
Was there any particular reason to break into Mr Rooker's flat last night? Who says I did?
Uh, your shoulder wound and the blood that we found at the scene.
Answer my question. Why Mr Rooker's flat? Random selection.
Really? What were you after?
Items of value. Like what?
I was interrupted by a mad girl with a Magnum. If it'd been a Magnum,
you would've needed more than a plaster at A&E.
You're not a petty thief, Luke. I've seen your criminal record. You're classier than that. You flatter me.
There's fraud, bugging, deactivation of alarm systems.
Whatever you were doing in Rooker's flat is in that ballpark.
When you were last in court, you should've gone down,
but your youth and your ability with electronics persuaded the judge to spare you
if went to technical college.
Yeah, how's that course going?
I don't know, I dropped out.
Which won't go down well with the judge this time. You'll need a kind word from me.
Thanks for the offer. No, no, no, it's the difference between six months and three years.
What do you want? What've you got?
All right. I was removing some bugs I'd put in a few weeks back. At whose request?
That's a middleman, I don't know.
You're gonna need that kind word, Luke.
Come on, help me to help you. I have.
I-I told you what I was doing there. Three years, Luke.
Well, that's 15% of your short, sad life... More.
Who paid you to put the bugs in?
Eddie Price.
You're a clever man, Mr Price.
You almost made me believe you weren't like the rest of us - insecure, jealous, selfish.
But you are, aren't you? Just like the rest of us, only more so.
You probably get this all the time but I really don't know what you're talking about.
I'm talking about your wife.
I'm talking about your attitude to your wife and your attitude to her lover, Peter Rooker.
He's not her lover.
You even managed to posit the theory before I could that you'd killed him.
You dismissed it as cliched, if I remember.
And it was. So is claiming that you had a collision with a toilet door.
Are you going to bark all day or are you going to bite?
We have several witnesses who saw you attack Peter Rooker
in Wardour Street three days ago.
We had a row, it ended in a scuffle. I think it was more than that...
Who are these witnesses? ..which is why you lied to me when I asked if you'd seen him.
This row was about your wife, wasn't it?
I trust my wife. You said that more convincingly the first time.
It's true.
This argument, this fight - what was the flashpoint?
Nothing. It was silly. I was sick of him sponging off her.
Oh, so it was just business? Right.
And you're a rich prominent figure in society - well, almost famous -
but you jump out of your car in broad daylight and you attack a man in the street in the middle of Soho?
Now, that smacks to me more of personal than business.
I had a few drinks at lunchtime. You were in a jealous rage. I was stupid. Stupid to show how violent
your paranoia can make you. I'm not paranoid. And not violent either, I suppose?
You're only paranoid when there's nothing going on.
You and Peter Rooker had rekindled the flame, hadn't you?
Yes. Starting when?
Two or three months ago. Why?
I suppose it was always a case of when, not why.
So what made you wait ten years?
I resisted my feelings. Plus you had the distraction of being given a national newspaper to run.
I wasn't given it. If Eddie Price had been an ordinary guy you wouldn't have gone near him.
I resisted because I took...TAKE marriage seriously. Because I knew
that me getting back together with Peter was Eddie's worst nightmare, what he'd always dreaded.
Yeah, but that didn't stop you.
No.
Are you enjoying this?
No! I'm trying to reconcile Peter Rooker being the love of your life
with your refusal to cooperate in our murder investigation.
I am cooperating! I didn't want to hurt Eddie's feelings.
Because without Eddie you'd have to make it on your own, right?
No, that's not it! You know that he beat Rooker up in the street?
Peter gave as good as he got. Do you know he paid someone to break into Rooker's flat,
to bug it so he could listen to the two of you together?
What?
That's impossible.
Eddie didn't know about us.
Evidently he did.
You're bluffing. I have a signed confession
from the man who planted the bugs.
Ms Booth, how well do you know your husband?
Helpfully, Luke made copies of all the tapes before he passed them on to you.
Is it necessary we hear these recordings?
Well, in so far as it was necessary for your client
to pay someone to break into a private residence to make them, yes.
MELISSA: 'What are you doing?
'Peter...
'Where's that freckle gone? It's still there.
'Don't backtrack. What shall I do? Do what you always do - please yourself. You know that's not true.
'Do I? Eddie's a good man.
'It's not that easy for me. I don't think it could be easier.
'You're married to a man you don't love and you're sleeping with a man you do. Can we leave it?
'The truth hurts?
'Forget Eddie for now. Come here.'
Charge me or let me go. Mr Price, why don't you...?
Can I go now? 9pm last night, where were you?
Having dinner.
With my wife.
We were together at Number 19, having dinner. You were in Soho?
Yes. What time did you arrive?
8.30. We didn't finish till after 11.
And at any point during the dinner, did your husband leave the table?
Do you think that your husband is capable of murder?
No! By proxy?
Absolutely not!
You don't know him, I do! Yeah, but you've been asking yourself that question, haven't you?
It's ridiculous...
..but at the back of my mind,
I always thought Peter and I would be together...some day.
Maybe you would have.
Do you think he killed Peter?
Do you think he did it? Thank you for answering my questions.
I appreciate the position you're in.
We're gonna have to let Price go. Well, she backs up his alibi.
As will everyone at Number 19.
I bet he was there all night and left a big fat tip just so the waiters would remember him.
I asked her if she thought Eddie or anyone he knew was capable of it... And of course she said no.
You know, actually, I think if she knew something she'd tell us.
She loved Rooker. I admire your faith in human nature, Havers.
I am so sorry. You're lucky. You only had another two minutes.
You'd have left without me?
Yes. That's nice, that is.
You still up for this restaurant? We don't have to.
No, no. You're looking forward to it.
Well, I've been looking forward to it. Tough day?
Just lost our prime suspect. That was careless. (Sorry.)
You were at the crime scene. For five minutes.
But what did you make of it? Did anything in particular strike you?
Oh, I'm sorry. Of course, you don't want to talk about this, do you?
I don't want to profile for the Met.
That doesn't mean I wont help my husband with his homework. No, you're right.
Sometimes work just takes over.
You tired?
Er, more grumpy than tired. Then let's forget the restaurant.
No, I'll be fine. I just had a futile day, that's all. I'll be fine. Come on.
Pizza delivery, bottle of plonk
and then an early night for you, old man.
Who are you calling "old man"?
You know what's a great feeling?
What? No matter how old we get, you'll always be older than me.
You really know how to make me feel better about myself. Thank you. It's something I pride myself on.
Are you sure you don't mind about tonight?
Let's go home.
I've been thinking about your crime scene.
Oh, yes?
Have you got five minutes?
All the restaurants throw their rubbish out here during the course of the evening.
A body under there would have remained undetected till morning.
Maybe he panicked? I don't think the nature of this killing indicates a person prone to panic. What then?
I think subconsciously the killer wanted to make sure the body was found.
Because he wants to get caught?
Because he's proud of what he's done.
The actual killing - how would you characterise that?
Well, the manner of death is a possible indication of psychopathology.
The first shot's the important one. The killer wants to inflict pain and induce fear. It's a power thing.
He wants the victim to understand that he, the killer, has the power of life and death over him.
Was there anything to suggest, say, a military connection?
Er, bullets, full metal jacket - usually military issue.
So someone with a military background, then? Possibly, yeah. I'd say probably. He's adaptable.
He shot a man dead in a busy area, which suggests the manner of killing is second nature to him.
He only has to concern himself with the environment.
Because he's killed before?
You're good, aren't you?
At what? Lots of things.
Some things. Not so good at getting home at a decent hour.
We have to get used to neither of us being at home very much.
I'm prepared to be at home for the right reason. Which is?
Oh, right, OK. You want to try again?
Perhaps we could just try and stop getting in the way of it... if that's what you want.
Yeah. I mean more than anything.
Havers? The trace on Nina's mobile's thrown up an interesting number. Michael Wren. Our ex-Para?
Yeah, they've spoken twice. Funny he didn't mention it. Well, run a background check on him.
See what he's been doing since he left the Army, how he's adapted to civilian life. Yep, will do, OK.
I've been calling and calling. I know.
Are you OK?
And the baby?
She's OK too.
She?
Just a hunch.
Look, you've got something I need back.
I need the gun, Nina.
I haven't got it.
I got rid of it. Oh, great.
What the hell did you think you were doing? DOOR OPENS
Detective Inspector...
Nina, I didn't call them! He didn't, Nina! ..You wait with Wren.
Nina!
Nina! Please! Get up.
Where's the gun?
You said you wouldn't take matters into your own hands,
yet you met up with Nina, received two phone calls. Why didn't you tell us?
She made me promise. Yet she's been running around with your unlicensed gun?
It was a mistake. When WERE you going to involve us? Next week?
I was gonna try and talk her round. Get her to come in. Doesn't sound like it.
She's fragile. Scared. Of what?
Come on, she must've told you something.
Look, if I could help you, I would. You know, last time you said that, I believed you and regretted it.
But this time it's true.
It better be.
Where is the gun, Nina?
I threw it in the canal.
Which one?
What were you doing Friday night?
Oh, come on, Nina,
the night Peter was killed?
I was in his flat.
But you have your own place? I was hiding.
Who from?
From him?
I'd never seen that man before that night.
He just broke in?
Were you aware that Peter had started a relationship with his ex-girlfriend Melissa Booth?
Did it bother you? Why should it?
Well, you weren't jealous at all? I didn't kill him, all right?
Well, you let him have it.
It was self-defence! Nina, you stole a gun.
You were expecting to use it. Why?
What were you scared of? Who were you hiding from?
Nina, we CAN help you, but I can't do anything with silence.
Come on, sweetheart.
You must have some idea what she's scared of.
If I did, I'd tell you.
You know, Nina, whatever you think, you are safer here than out there.
Think of your baby.
I'm not getting very far, am I?
Tell them the truth.
Come on, Nina. It might help them get whoever did this to Peter. I doubt it.
We'll get through this.
No.
We won't.
You don't have to feel guilty, Michael. Honestly. I don't feel guilty.
It's my responsibility. Sweetheart,
I'm as responsible in this as you are. No.
No, you're not.
I still don't trust him.
So what do we do?
I think we bring in a psychologist,
on a provisional basis.
Anyone in mind?
My name's Helen.
I don't work for the police, Nina.
I work at the university.
I'm just a civilian. Like you.
Nothing you say to me can be used against you or Michael or anyone else.
In fact, it's against the law for any of our conversation to be repeated in court.
Did Peter take pictures of your town during the war?
Is that where you met?
By all accounts he was a bit of a character - liked a drink and a laugh?
But he had a big heart too, didn't he? He brought you back with him.
You formed a bond.
Like family.
Nina, all these people
want to protect you and find the man that killed Peter...
..but they need your help to do that.
He was kind to me.
He brought me to London.
Gave me somewhere to live, paid for the rest of my education.
Right. Nina, I need you to tell me what it is you're afraid of.
Is it someone from the past?
From Bosnia? You can't protect me.
From?
From my fate.
Look, if this man is in London,
we have a chance to catch him. You owe it to Peter to give us that chance.
I was going to my grandparents...
after school.
It was my brother's birthday and we had organised him a party.
My whole family lived together in the same town.
We were Bosnian Muslims.
My grandparents had this tiny house on the outskirts near the woods.
When I got there, the place seemed deserted,
and then I heard voices.
I heard shouting.
..and then gunshots.
I was terrified.
I wanted to go home
but I was scared I'd be seen, so...
..I kept still.
And all the time the gunshots were going on and on...
not stopping.
I needed to know what was happening.
My little brother, Mahir, he...
he didn't stop crying.
Their leader, he was one of our neighbours.
He'd been a policeman during the war. He said...
he said, "Save the kid for me."
'I heard someone behind me, I-I froze.'
It was Peter.
After that, Peter didn't let me out of his sight.
He brought me back to London.
You said one of the men...
the leader...was a neighbour.
Do you remember his name?
No, but he is in London.
You saw him?
No, but Peter did... or thought he did.
He wouldn't rest until he was sure.
And he made sure?
Mr Price's driver.
Did Peter tell you that...himself?
It was our last conversation.
You think this goes back to Bosnia?
Yeah, Rooker sees Pavletic in the fight with Eddie Price and he recognises him.
Then Peter Rooker takes matters into his own hands?
Well, let's find out.
Is your husband in, Mrs Pavletic? He's out on a job.
When d'you expect him home? He said he wouldn't be back till late.
Perhaps we could talk to you instead?
Sorry about the mess.
Have you ever heard your husband mention a Peter Rooker?
No, I don't think so.
Well, have you noticed any changes in your husband recently?
Well, he was worried about that Eddie Price business,
that he'd have to testify to Price beating that man up.
Ah, that man was Peter Rooker.
Right. I didn't know that.
Anyway, that's all done with now, isn't it?
Absolutely. Your husband was most cooperative on that issue.
Look, I really need to get on.
Is there anything else?
Two nights ago Peter Rooker was found murdered...
shot dead in Soho.
This is him.
I want you to think very carefully before you answer this question -
do you know the man in that picture?
He came to the house.
I didn't catch his name.
When? Three or four days ago.
He said he was a friend of Andrej's.
He left a photo and his phone number. Can we see it?
No, I gave it to my husband.
I don't know what he did with it.
Describe it.
Well, it was a photo of a road sign riddled with bullet holes...
Sanski Most, Andrej's home town. And what did your husband say when he saw the photo?
It was an old friend and he'd give him a call when he had a chance.
I was quite relieved, to be honest.
Why? Well, I wasn't sure if the man really was a friend of Andrej's.
Well, he'd asked too many questions.
What kind of questions?
How long had he been here, and when did we get married, and was Andrej definitely from Sanski Most.
But you answered them? Yes.
Mrs Pavletic, two nights ago, what time did your husband come home?
10...10.30.
Did he do anything out of the ordinary?
Wash his clothes? Take a shower?
He just had a cup of tea and read the paper like he always does.
Do you know if your husband owns a gun? You think he killed that man, don't you?
We have to eliminate him from our inquiries. That's ridiculous.
Andrej's the most decent, hard-working man I've ever met.
In Bosnia he was a policeman like you, but you don't see that.
You see a foreigner, an immigrant looking for a handout? Mrs Pavletic...
My parents were the same, that's why I don't speak to them any more.
Does he own a gun? No - he's a chauffeur, for God's sake!
Winston? Are we up and running? Yes, we are.
If she calls his mobile or vice versa...
triangulation should give us his location inside three minutes.
Thanks. I'd better go.
Sir?
That's him!
Sir - the van!
You all right?
Sorry, sorry...
..I panicked! I'm going to lose my driving licence now, aren't I?
You are under arrest on suspicion of the murder of Peter Rooker.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if when questioned you later rely on...
Is he here? Where is he? You're quite safe, Nina, but I need you to do something for me. What?
Look at these pictures. Who are these people?
Random licence-holders... well, random apart from one.
I need you to identify the man you believe killed your family.
Well, I can't tell you this second where I was at eight o'clock
that night, but I keep a log so it shouldn't be a problem.
Is my home being searched?
Does that bother you? No, of course not.
As a policeman in Bosnia, did you receive firearms training?
Yes. Would you consider yourself a good shot?
About average.
Look, I did not kill this man.
I'm a peaceful person and I always was. Even in the war?
Especially in the war. I mean, it was an exercise in absurdity,
but I tried as long and hard as I could to do my job, to uphold the law.
You told your wife that Rooker was an old friend. Is that true?
Sure, he-he was a photographer covering the war. We struck up a friendship.
So why after three years of living here, have you never tried to contact him?
According to your wife, he didn't even know that you'd settled here.
I'd tried to find him so we could kick around old times...
You're a liar, Mr Pavletic.
A bloody liar! Yes, you had some old times with Mr Rooker,
but they weren't the kind that you would chat about over a cold beer.
But they were the kind that you might kill to keep from coming out. Like...
murdering entire families, for example.
Obviously, you have a witness...
someone from Bosnia who is claiming I did all these terrible things?
Are they reliable? Do they have photographs?
Do they have proof?
No, they've made a mistake.
Don't try and second-guess us.
What else can I do when you hold all the cards?
Did you call Rooker on the number he left your wife?
Yes, I did. And?
We arranged for him to come up to the house at the weekend.
So when Eddie Price attacked Peter Rooker, why didn't you go to defend your old friend?
Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't recognise him.
He'd put on weight, he looked...older.
I'm not a killer.
Back home I had authority.
Here I have nothing but my name
and you are destroying it with every second I'm here.
No-one wants to be driven around by somebody they think is a Serbian gangster.
I think I'd like my phone call now...if that's all right.
He's only got the best criminal lawyer in Christendom.
Michael Ackland?! Who paid for him?
Eddie Price? That's who he made his phone call to.
How about the house search? Forensics found nothing, ballistics or otherwise.
But they've discovered he keeps a lock-up nearby. That sounds promising.
Better be or we'll have to tell Nina that he's walking.
He's note perfect. Oh, if he's a sociopath, that's no big surprise.
Robert de Niro, eat your heart out.
All we've got on him is Nina's story.
So not enough to charge him? Not yet.
You were a star in there with Nina, did I tell you that?
You didn't need to.
Well, you were. Look, I've not got much on. Do you want me to wait around and keep an eye on her?
Oh, you've done enough. Well, more than.
Tommy, if you have to let him go, she's going to be a mess and I don't reckon much to boyfriend Michael.
Mmm.
I love you.
..That's a bit OTT, Tommy. "Yes" would've done.
Sir... ..Excuse me. It's all right. ..Background check's come through on Michael Wren.
Five years ago he was arrested after an arms trafficking bust.
He got off - lack of evidence - but four co-defendants weren't so lucky, including one Brendan McGuire.
Now, McGuire squealed and they cut his sentence in half. We never did find out where Rooker got his gun.
No, but McGuire seems like a good bet.
Rooker needed you to broker the deal. That's why you've been holding out on us from the start.
We could never figure out what he was doing between 8 and 9, the last hour of his life.
He was busy buying a gun, wasn't he? I've no idea. Ballistics will trace that back to Brendan McGuire.
And on past form, McGuire will sing from the rooftops to avoid going to jail.
Which means he'll implicate you.
Look, Wren, whatever it is you've done, it's better that we hear it from you, not from him.
Look, Peter came to me, said he needed a gun, or he was a dead man.
He was my best mate - what was I supposed to do?
You're going to show me.
Nothing from Pavletic's lock-up.
What was in there? Furniture, books, usual sort of household stuff
that'll see the rubbish tip before it sees another home.
So what have we got on Pavletic other than motive? Getting to Rooker before Rooker got to him?
That's the motive I mean.
Well, he was in the vicinity of the crime at the right time.
Access and motive. That's it.
That does not add up to a conviction.
I know. We're going to have to release him. We do not have anything substantial enough to hold him with.
Suppose we'd better lose the battle and win the war.
OK. OK, I'll release him.
I'll go and tell Nina the bad news.
So what time did you get here?
We left Number 19 about 8 o'clock, it's a 5-minute walk, so must've been about 5 past, 10 past.
OK, and then what? Made the introductions, headed back to the bar.
It was a Friday night - busy, busy, busy. What about Rooker?
He finished his pint. Actually, it was his second pint. On his own? Brendan was chatting to him.
Wasn't he "busy, busy, busy"?
Peter'd just handed him two grand for a Smith & Wesson, it was the least he could do.
I've told you everything I know, can I go now? Er, no.
Every time you've told us everything there seems to be a whole new thrilling instalment. Come on.
Sorry, mate.
How the hell did they trace it to me?
Doesn't matter, Mr McGuire, we did.
Peter Rooker spent the last hour of his life with you. What did you talk about?
Are you kidding me? He was nuts! Nuts, how? Well, kept banging on about...
genocide and murder and scars that wouldn't heal and bodies that wouldn't stay buried...
But you illegally sold him a firearm, anyway?
OK, yeah - he's a grown-up. His mental condition didn't even give you pause for thought?
Well, HE told me that Rooker was a famous war photographer, that he could handle himself.
But we left here and an hour later, I heard there's a shooting round the corner.
And you didn't get in contact with us? I thought it was my gun.
Rooker never got a round off, not that it would've stopped much.
Look, I'm sorry the geezer's dead, but it weren't my fault.
OK, when he left, did you see anyone following him? No.
Did you see anyone watching you while you were chatting?
Well, not that I noticed...
But? But when I said the CCTV weren't working round the back...
What, you were lying? It's no big deal, you can't make the bloke out.
The quality ain't that good. Trust me, it IS a big deal.
I need you to show me now.
But I recognised him! I picked him out. I'm sorry, but it's not over yet.
Yes, it is. Nina...
Helen... -It's all right. ..Nina...!
Havers? -Sir, it's Pavletic. -Positive?
Yeah, I've got video to prove it. We've just let him go!
OK, I'm on my way back now.
Winston? With me. What? Pavletic.
Nina, confronting him won't help.
Nina...
Nina, don't.
Who are you?
Nina...put the gun down. They're taking him back in.
He's going to prison now, Nina. Put the gun down.
You said that the last time. No, this time, Nina, we've got proof.
Look, I'm not who you think I am...
..I swear to you.
Nina...
Get out of the way.
Don't ruin your life.
He's going to jail for the rest of his.
Please.
You don't need it any more, Nina.
Put the gun down, down on the ground.
It's all right.
No spine in Bosnians!
Winston!
She's gone.
You need to let me try, sir...
We have entrusted Helen to God's mercy,
in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life
through our Lord Jesus Christ,
who will transform our frail bodies...
What are you doing here?
I dunno. Just...letting you know, when you're ready,
that there IS a world out there.
Right.
That's just what she'd say.
I know.
And you know what I'd say back?
The world can wait a couple of minutes.