New Tricks s08e05 Episode Script

I don't want to be studied.
Me, neither.
We're being turned into lab rats.
It's degrading.
Here they come.
It's just through here.
Oh, might not be so bad after all.
Right, this is Brian Lane, Gerry Standing and Jack Halford.
Great to meet you.
I'm Samantha Gerson.
I'm a psychologist.
Well, you just call me Gerry.
OK, Gerry.
Hi.
Hello.
As you know, we've been asked by DAC Strickland to assist Samantha in her OMIP study.
I've assured him that we're extremely happy to take part.
Yeah, more than happy.
So perhaps you'd like to tell them what you've got planned.
Absolutely.
Today I'll be observing how you work, so please just act normally.
Define "normally".
What? I'm just trying to get my head round what's expected.
Just be yourselves.
And pretend I'm not here.
After I've finished analysing today's observations, I'll come back to conduct some one-on-one tests, and feed the results into the study.
Are there any things you'd like to ask me? Yeah.
What does OMIP actually stand for? Older Men In the Workplace.
With our ageing population, the set-up you have here will one day become the norm.
God help us.
Oh, are you saying that we'll be trailblazers? I guess, in a way, I am.
I've always wanted to be at the forefront of a movement.
This could be historical.
The only historical thing about it, Brian, is us.
She's still watching us.
No, she's observing us.
There's a difference? Yeah, it's scientific, isn't it? So that's why every time I pee, she takes a note of it.
No wonder she looks knackered.
Oh, very funny! You wait, mate.
It comes to all of us.
Nah, not me.
Bladder like a wine box.
Your need to relieve yourself more could influence the number of allotted workplace bathroom breaks for generations, Jack.
You might even become the benchmark.
So, did they offer you any ground-breaking insights? Not sure about ground-breaking.
The way they interact with each other interested me, though.
I think the lower levels of testosterone mean they work together more effectively as a team.
For God's sake, don't tell Gerry that or he'll pop back the little blue pills like there's no tomorrow.
I have a favour to ask.
Yeah, sure.
My brother was the victim of a hit a run.
Some joyrider racing round the back streets of West London.
He suffered injuries to his brain that resulted in complete memory loss prior to the accident and serious emotional issues afterwards.
I'm sorry.
I've been rehabilitating him through therapy.
We made real progress until recently.
What happened? He's convinced himself it wasn't an accident, that the driver ran him over on purpose.
You deal with unsolved crimes and open cases.
I wondered if you'd speak to him about the hit and run, reassure him that it was just a random accident.
Well, I'd need to look at the accident investigation report.
Would you mind? No, no.
That's fine, that's fine.
I just feel I'm so close to making a breakthrough with him.
If only we can get through this.
OK.
What you got there? Hit and run from May 2006.
Victim was Darren Gerson, a bicycle courier.
Any relation to our friend the psychologist? Yeah, her brother.
They catch the driver? No.
And now Mr Gerson thinks it wasn't an accident.
Any witnesses? CCTV? Not of the incident, though CCTV in the next street managed to get the number plate of a blue Ford driving away at 2:33pm, which fitted time-wise.
And fragments of blue paint found at the scene matched up.
So they traced the car.
Yeah, they did, but it had been stolen that morning.
The owner's alibi was watertight, he was at work.
So the accident investigation report concluded that it was probably joyriders from the nearby estate, which they'd been having a problem with.
Two days later, the car was found burnt out, dumped on an industrial estate in New Malden.
The case still open? Mm.
But what bothers me the most is that fragments from the bike's back reflector light indicate that this was the initial point of contact, but there are no skid marks to show that the driver even braked.
Which means that the driver didn't see him, or Or he ran him down on purpose.
Yeah.
And now Miss Gerson wants me to convince him it was an accident.
Oh, thank you both so much for coming.
I really appreciate it.
It's OK.
Gets us out of the office.
Come in, before he changes his mind and throws us all out.
Thank you.
Told her it wasn't an accident, but she won't believe me.
What makes you think that the driver ran you down on purpose, Darren? Because I've remembered.
Remembered what? That after the car hit me, I was there lying face down on the ground, I could feel someone going through my courier bag.
Now you've had a chance to look at the accident investigation report, can you tell us what your findings are? Um, well, inconclusive at the moment, I'm afraid.
I was targeted.
Oh, right, yeah, no, don't bother trying to ask me who or what that stands for, because that went along with the rest of the memories.
I was thinking of having it removed, but then I figured I'd probably lost enough of who I was already.
Tell me, what was in the courier bag? A package.
Containing? I don't know.
What happened to it? They took it.
OK, well, I'll see you later.
I've spoken to the courier company.
They assured me the package reached its destination.
He seems convinced someone took it.
Darren had a cardiac arrest at the scene of the accident.
He was clinically dead for two or three minutes before the paramedics resuscitated him.
In that situation, the neuron transmitters in the brain are firing on all cylinders.
That's why people who have near-death experiences often report their lives flashing before their eyes.
The mind plays tricks when it's shutting down.
You're saying he imagined someone going through his bag? Yes, yes.
And now he's fixating on it.
He's becoming paranoid, convincing himself someone's out to get him.
I'm afraid it's textbook stuff.
People look for a reason why bad things happen.
But for Darren to make further gains he needs to accept that sometimes there isn't one that accidents do, sadly, sometimes just happen.
So Darren was en route to the drop-off when he was run down? As I understand it, yes.
Then the package must have gone to the hospital along with the rest of his belongings.
I suppose so.
And somebody had to sign for it to get it released.
Did you sign for it? No.
According to the hospital records, Darren's girlfriend Nina Ward was the first to arrive, therefore, she had access to his personal belongings before the police turned up.
So they called her and not his sister? She was his ICE number.
Maybe she took the package to the courier company.
Did the hospital have it listed among his stuff? No, nothing was itemised.
I'll see if the notes say anything about the contents.
Good idea.
And let's see what this Nina Ward has to say.
I cannot believe what they charge for parking these days.
Nina Ward? Yeah, just there.
Thank you.
Can we have a word, please? Detective Superintendent Pullman.
This is my colleague Gerry Standing.
What's up? Let's sit down, shall we? So you run this Rollapaluza thing, do you? They certainly go for it, don't they? That's push bike couriers for you.
We're looking into the hit and run that nearly killed your ex-boyfriend.
What's to look into? Just another cyclist mown down by a boy racer.
We think there might be more to it.
Where did you two meet? On the circuit.
You were a courier? For a couple of years, yeah, until I lost my bottle.
Why, what happened? Saw Darren all messed up in intensive care.
Put me right off.
Yeah, according to the hospital records you accessed his personal belongings before the police arrived.
Why? I wanted his mobile to tell his friends what was going on.
Why did the hospital call you first? I was his ICE, you know, in case of emergency contact, and he was mine.
Chances are in couriering, you'll have an accident every But why not his sister? They weren't that close, especially after his parents died.
I don't think she approved of his lifestyle.
Can you remember if there was a package in Darren's courier bag? No.
Don't think so.
So you didn't return it to the courier company or deliver it yourself? No.
Definitely not.
According to these notes, they spoke to his firm, Super Speedy Couriers, and were told that Darren Gerson was en route from a company called Deqo D, E? Q, O to an address in Berwick Street when the accident happened, but I can't see any reference about the contents of the courier bag.
Here we go.
"Deqo, importers of furniture and objects d'art.
" Great, I think that's everything.
Miss Claudia Scott? Yes.
We're from UCOS.
I phoned you.
Ah, yes.
Follow me.
Won't be a minute.
So, how is he? Making progress.
I'm glad to hear it.
They told me that his injuries were extremely serious, that he was lucky to be alive.
And now, when I see a courier, I think of him and wonder if he recovered.
Now Mr Gerson was on his way to 133 Berwick Street in Soho, which at the time was being lived in by Peter Collins.
Peter's an interior designer that I imported furniture for on a number of occasions.
What was in the package? I believe it was an import contract that I needed him to sign before I could ship his goods.
And did he get it? I think so.
Well, unless we sent him another one.
We've tried to contact Mr Collins, but he's no longer at that address.
I haven't heard from him in years, but I do have a mobile number if you want it.
That would be useful.
Where do you import your stuff from? It depends on who's buying.
Right now, I'm bringing in masses of high-end repro from France, plus a lot of East coast of America-style kitchen dressers, tables, chairs.
The stuff we were looking at out the back looks Moroccan.
It is.
We just had a delivery.
That handmade-in-a-souk style is always very popular.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking? I think I am.
Drugs? That's what I was thinking.
I thought so.
G-man, priority pick-up, Roger.
Detective Superintendent Pullman.
We're with the Met.
'Roadrunner.
' Copy Roadrunner.
'POB Seymour Street.
' Second pick-up, 'Roger.
' What can I do for you? We're investigating a hit and run from May 2006.
The victim was one of your couriers, Darren Gerson.
A nasty one.
Left it a bit late, if you don't mind me saying.
New information's come to light.
Oh, I see.
Well, how can I help? We need to know what happened to the package that Darren was delivering at the time.
I can check the system for you.
Thank you.
Would've been the last job he did for us, for obvious reasons.
Yeah, here it is.
Says it was delivered.
By who? It's still got Wilko next to it, that was his call sign.
His girlfriend Nina probably dropped it off.
She said she didn't.
Then one of the other couriers would have, so Darren could get paid.
They help each other out.
Were you working the day of the accident? Unfortunately.
No-one wants that to happen on their shift.
You know what was in the package? No, we never ask.
They never tell us.
What was Darren like at the time? Adrenaline junkie, of course, like the rest of them, but smarter than most.
That's why I gave him lots of jobs.
And reliable.
Most of them aren't.
Thing about couriers, they're not like us.
We wouldn't risk our lives daily for a few hundred quid, but they do.
Learjockey.
Sorry, I'm holding the fort on my own at the moment.
Copy, Learjockey.
I'll go and have a word with the natives.
OK.
Morning, gents.
Listen.
Did any of you know Darren Gerson when he worked here as a courier? I knew him.
Yeah? Did you go and visit him in hospital after the accident? Course.
That's good.
I don't suppose you picked up the package he was carrying, did you? You a rozzer? Well, retired now.
No, I feel sorry for the kid, do you know what I mean? Did anybody else visit him? Yeah, most of us.
Yeah? Well, that's nice, isn't it? So he was popular? He was.
Oh, good.
Not with the management, but with the other couriers.
What was the problem with the management? Darren wanted to start a union.
Tough gig, you know? It's dangerous too, but that doesn't stop them treating us like shit.
Darren wanted to change that, but he got run over.
Occupational hazard.
Which of the couriers would have been most likely to help Darren out? Well, he was best mates with Psycho Chris, but they had a big bust-up a few weeks before the accident.
Flying Kiwi was probably the one that dropped the package off.
He around? No, he's gone back to New Zealand.
This Psycho Chris, does he live up to his name? See for yourself, if you like.
He'll be down the Coach and Horses after work with the rest.
That's where they hang out.
OK, thank you.
Well, this is where he was hit.
Hard not to see him.
Yeah, bloody hard.
There's the CCTV camera.
So he was run down on the quietest, most deserted stretch between Deqo and the main road.
Yeah, looks like it.
Chris, can you tell me what you and Darren fell out about? He cut me up in a courier race when I was going down Kenchurch Street.
I went arse over tit.
So we had words.
Things were said that couldn't be unsaid.
Did you visit him in hospital? No.
What's GLS? Some bird's initials.
You should see where she's got mine.
Darren's got the same tattoo.
Yeah, well, we both shagged her.
One night me and him got pissed, got the tat done.
Seemed like a good idea at the time.
What's her name? Gail Lewis-Smith.
She used to hang round here.
Bit of a courier groupie.
Where is she now? Gail? Ain't seen her in years.
Do you know what was in the package Darren was carrying when he was knocked down? Why would I? Thanks for the drink.
What's it say? GLS Revenue, GLS Medicine, Government Legal System, GLS bulb Nah, the list goes on and on.
How many results? Over 12 million.
Right, this is the route that Darren took.
We walked it.
The driver certainly picked the best place for a hit and run.
About 100 metres from Deqo and about the only place where there's not likely to be any witnesses, either to the accident or someone going through the courier bag.
So what are you saying he was carrying? Drugs? We found a vanload of Moroccan furniture.
And when I asked Claudia Scott where she imports from, she only mentioned France and America.
I had to call her on the Moroccan stuff and she then admitted that she's been shipping it in for years.
She could have smuggled it in, unloaded it at the warehouse and delivered it by courier to a dealer, or dealers.
Hashish, cocaine, heroin.
They all come in through Morocco.
And it wouldn't be the first time that bicycle couriers have been used to get separation between smugglers and dealers.
We tried the number that she gave us for Peter Collins, but it's no longer in service and the current tenants of the Berwick Street flat have no contact details for him.
So, Darren Gerson was targeted because somebody knew that he was carrying drugs? A rival gang, or even a junkie, rips off the gear and the beauty is, it looks like a hit and run.
The question is, if it WAS drugs, did Darren know he was carrying? If he did then, he certainly wouldn't remember now, or he wouldn't have got us involved.
Let's find out more about Claudia Scott and Peter Collins.
Run them through the PNC and get copies of Deqo's import paperwork from Customs.
What about GLS? Oh, yeah.
Is there any way of narrowing down the search? I'll try variations, see if anything comes up that looks right.
Yeah, do it.
Superintendent Pullman.
OK, someone will come up.
Thanks.
Bye-Bye.
Samantha Gerson's here.
I'll go.
Hiya.
OK, we'll start with a simple word association test.
So I say a word and you tell me the first word that pops into your head.
So it's just the first word that pops into my head, right? Tree.
Trunk.
Love.
Sex.
Money.
Alimony.
Ready? Steady.
Oh, I haven't started yet.
Well, how will I know? I'm starting now.
OK? Tree.
What type of tree? That doesn't matter.
I just need you to say the first word that comes into your head.
The first word that came into my head was "what", quickly followed by "type" then "of" then "tree".
Right, well, erm Let's try again, shall we? If you want.
Love.
Wimbledon.
Money.
Greed.
No, evil.
Right, let's move on to the remote association test.
So this involves three words which are all related by a single concept or use.
So, for example, the words salt, deep, and foam are all related to Sea.
You've done this before? My wife and I used to play word games on car journeys.
You don't any more? No.
She died? She was murdered.
In what seemed to be at first like a hit and run.
In my experience bad things don't always happen by accident.
How'd you get on? I just kept thinking about, well, you know Lunch? No, Brian.
Women.
Sex.
Oh.
Very attractive woman.
And she was that far away from me.
Smiling.
I mean, under any other circumstances I would have tried it on.
Given her a tug.
Asked her out for dinner, but Old Gits In The Workplace.
Hardly an aphrodisiac, is it? You never know, she might fancy the older man.
How did you get on? Nah, not very well.
Don't think I scored very highly.
It's not that sort of test.
It's not a competition.
You all right, Jack? Do you want to talk about it? No, I don't want to bloody talk about it! Oh, I'm sorry, it's just this hit and run business.
I let it get to me.
I know I shouldn't, but I don't know.
Maybe I'm just getting old.
We were just talking about the test.
What d'ya think? Load of bollocks! Yes? Hi, sorry to bother you.
Samantha Look, you didn't mention before that, before the accident, you and your brother weren't that close.
That's ironic, isn't it? I didn't approve of his lifestyle and look what happened, I was right.
I need to see him again.
Do you really think someone ran him over on purpose? It's looking increasingly likely, yeah.
If you like we can go when I've finished my notes.
OK.
Hi.
Thanks.
I spoke to Chris Jenkins.
Sorry, who? Psycho Chris? You two used to be friends.
In fact, he has the same tattoo as you.
Did he tell you what it stands for? Yeah, he said it was the initials of some woman called Gail Lewis-Smith.
Er, no, the name doesn't mean anything to me.
Look, have you figured out why they ran me down yet? Darren, it's possible that the package contained drugs.
Do you remember ever being asked to courier that sort of thing? Don't think so, no.
You picked it up from a furniture importing company called Deqo, which is owned by this woman here, Claudia Scott.
Do you recognise her? I'm not sure, erm OK, this is weird, but I think I can remember the smell of her perfume.
Yeah, kind of woody, with some citrus.
There's something familiar about her.
It's in here, yeah?! Out of reach.
I can't No.
Just He knew Claudia Scott - and not just from picking up a package.
Well, he might not have been able to tell me how well or for how long, but he knew her.
That much was clear.
Maybe Darren remembered her perfume because he was giving her one.
Which, of course, means he was cheating on Nina.
And for some reason Ms Scott decided not to mention it to us, which is a fairly large omission.
Anything on the PNC about her? Claudia Scott's never been arrested.
Neither has Peter Collins.
Unusual, if they were both involved in the drugs trade.
Talk to your informants, see if they know anything.
Might be worth going back to Deqo and asking HER if they were at it.
Yeah.
Definitely.
And find out what perfume she wears.
'Hello?' Jack Halford and Brian Lane from UCOS.
'Again?' Just a couple more questions.
Thank you.
Er, I'll be back in a minute.
What is it? Probably nothing, but you go on in.
Excuse me! Smells like wood and citrus.
What perfume are you wearing? Nino Cerruti.
That a favourite of yours? It's what I always wear.
Why? Darren remembered it.
Were you two involved? Romantically? We slept with each other.
Just the once? No.
Half a dozen times.
The first time it happened I'd had a boozy business lunch with a client.
And then this courier came in and started flirting with me, I flirted back.
One thing led to another.
Why didn't you mention this to the officer who spoke to you after the hit and run or to us the other day? Because I didn't think that my sex life was relevant to what happened back then.
And it still isn't.
Did he see you were with Jack? He must have done.
And yet he still ran? Pullman.
'Darren Gerson on the line for you.
' Put him through.
Hello, Darren.
Listen, was that one of yours that chased me? Yes.
Why did he do that? Just wanted to speak to you.
What were you doing outside Deqo? Erm, I went there to try and remember.
Did it work? Maybe, I don't know.
Sat on the bus in the traffic just now, this name started going round and round in my head.
Edna.
OK, now, I don't know, but maybe this Edna has got something to do with what happened to me.
I need you to find out.
Do you have a surname? No.
I've tried, OK.
But, it's not there.
All I've got is Edna.
OK.
You were right about Claudia Scott's perfume, by the way.
She wears Nino Cerutti's Image, which is citrus and wood.
Now she says that you were lovers.
Yep.
I've got to go.
No, hang on.
Darren? Darren, are you there? How'd it go with your informants? Nothing.
No-one had heard of a dealer called Peter Collins or a smuggler called Claudia Scott.
So either these two somehow managed to keep their activities under the radar or they're perfectly legitimate businesspeople.
Dig deeper on her.
Let's find out if she's made too much money.
I want to see bank statements, property records, and I still want Peter Collins traced.
I called the letting agent that manages the Berwick Street flat they'll send the paperwork over from the day he rented it.
Good.
Does the name Edna ring any bells, Mr Rendall? Could have been a courier here.
'Fraid not.
You're sure? We don't have many women working for us.
I'd remember an Edna.
Could it be a call sign? Nah.
It's not cool enough.
Jodie, you ever heard the call sign Edna? No.
Never.
Jodie's worked here longer than I have.
So if neither of us know it We're looking in the wrong place.
Yeah, OK.
Thanks.
Nothing.
What are you doing, Brian? Self administering an ink blot test.
Why? Samantha Gerson's interested in our psychological state reawakened my need for self discovery.
Is that wise? It would be if I could see anything in it.
According to the description, I'm supposed to be looking at a dragon.
Oh, yes.
What, can you see it? Yes.
There's it's head.
All I can see is a watery ink smudge.
Oh, it's no good, Brian.
No? It could mean you're a psychopath, or even a serial killer.
You should hand yourself in, before you go postal on us.
I'll be going postal on this bloody computer if I don't start seeing something soon.
Check that out.
Make up your mind, Kator, either you want to be What do you want? We want a word with Nina.
Nina, the cops are here to see you.
Right, just coming.
She'll be out in a minute.
No, I think we'll leave that open.
Move yourself.
I don't think so.
This door's closing, with or without your face in the way.
Was that a threat? You got a warrant? No.
Then piss off.
Don't! You! Push! Me! You going to help? You're doing just fine.
What's going to happen to Chris? He'll been taken into custody.
What's going on here, Nina? Nothing's going on.
Nina, do yourself a favour and tell us.
Look, we were hanging out, all right? Then you two came barging in.
Who's Edna? I never heard of her.
You? You? Why? It's a joke, mate.
It's a joke! Just leave him! What's on there? Courier call signs, mobile phone numbers, something to do with getting in touch with the media.
And a reference to GLS next to today's date.
They're definitely up to something.
Question is what? These are all major traffic arteries.
Yeah.
So why highlight them specifically? Yeah.
What does that give you? Gridlock.
"The Gridlock Society is a group of committed cyclists "who aim to rid the capital of motor vehicles, by bringing "gridlock to the streets of London.
" Rewind that bit.
Pause it there.
Darren Gerson.
Listen, there's no way they caused that many traffic jams.
Well, let's check it.
Read some dates out to me.
Come on.
All right.
Right, go.
Er, March 17th, 2006.
"Westminster and surrounding area gridlocked for three hours.
" Give me another one.
November the 9th, 2008.
"Traffic brought to standstill across Central London.
" And again.
May 2nd, 2009.
"Serious gridlock around Hanger Lane causes massive delays.
" GLS did all this? Well, unless they just took credit for the gridlock after the event.
Gail Lewis-Smith.
That was good, I like that.
But what I think you meant was Gridlock Society.
Nope, never heard of it.
Come on.
We've got all the material from Nina's flat.
You were there.
No point denying you're a member.
Just visiting, she's an old mate.
I like the GLS website.
Although I think you're stretching it a bit claiming that many snarl ups.
Did Darren's involvement with the GLS have anything to do with the hit and run? Like I said.
I've never heard of it.
Psycho Chris.
Why do they call you that? It's my call sign.
I know that, but why? Cos I've got no fear when I ride.
I'm a psycho courier.
And because of your violent temper.
No.
I'm fearless on the streets, not violent.
Big difference.
You attacked me.
I was provoked, mate.
I think you're a dangerous man, Mr Jenkins.
You are involved in an organisation which breaks the law on a regular basis.
I suggest you co-operate fully or risk being given a custodial sentence.
So for the final time, did the hit and run have anything to do with the GLS? You've got me all wrong, you know.
But that's always the way with the police, isn't it? I'm the good guy.
He's the one you should be worried about.
Darren's the dangerous one, not me.
What do you mean by that? Look, co-operate and if what you give us has a major bearing on the case then we might, just might, drop the assault charges.
Assault? Fiver, he talks.
You're on.
Fine.
No skin off mine.
Darren turned all extreme on us.
'And that would be when he was in the GLS? Look, the way this works is you tell us everything you know and we consider letting you off with a caution.
Yes.
When he was in the GLS.
Which you are a member of, correct? Yes, I am.
What do you mean by "extreme"? Darren started it.
GLS was his idea.
Get people out of their cars by bringing the streets to a standstill.
We all thought it was a great idea, be a right laugh.
But Darren wasn't satisfied with just bringing the streets to gridlock.
He wanted to declare war on cars and their drivers.
How was he going to do that? By blowing shit up.
You should be thankful he got taken out of action when he did, before he started planting car bombs all over the place.
Is that why someone ran him down.
To stop him? Who knows.
Should we be thanking YOU, Chris? Awwww, this is going to break your heart, but Darren getting knocked down had nothing to do with me.
I'm just the messenger.
So, how seriously are we taking what he said in there? About the car bombs? What do you think, Jack? Well, he's not what you'd call a reliable source.
Edna EDNA, the abbreviated name of ethylenedinitramine.
And what's that when it's at home? An explosive chemical used to make bombs.
I can hear someone talking.
Sounds like Radio Four.
Darren? Darren, it's Sandra Pullman.
Can you come to the door, please? There you go.
Ta.
Does it look like Claudia Scott's banking too much cash? Not in her main accounts.
But she has got a safety deposit box paid for by direct debit.
Does she, indeed? Come and take a look at this.
It's the tenancy agreement from the Berwick Street property.
Look what Peter Collins has put down as his occupation.
Hmmm, interesting Well, he's in.
Wait here with her.
You all right, Guv? Call for ambulance and back-up.
No, no, no, you don't want to go up there.
According to the February 2007 edition of UK Gem Merchants' Magazine, Peter Collins was struck off the accredited dealers list after accusations that he was selling Ivory Coast conflict diamonds refused to go away.
It also says that shortly afterwards, he moved to Canada.
Well, maybe Morocco's not the only African country that Claudia Scott was importing from.
We're still waiting for the paperwork from customs.
See if you can get Mike on it, he's the only tech there that I rate.
Call me back when you know.
We'll take it from here.
I'll have one of my team call round to your office and pick up the files in an hour, give you enough time to box them up.
I'm sure we'll manage.
Good.
Right, well, better get on with it.
Good to meet you.
I thought perhaps you'd like me to brief you on everything we've got.
Rather you wrote it up and put it in with the files.
We requested the information be sent over days ago.
Can you e-mail it? How about a fax? Nice selection of hand-carved Malian tribal masks.
Big enough to stash diamonds in? Yeah, easily.
Went well with the SIO, then.
DCI Temple's arrogant, dismissive and basically bloody rude.
Yeah, not very big on the sisterhood, by the look of it.
Oh, for your information, the last call the deceased made was to Deqo.
Good work.
Any sign of a break-in? No.
Both doors were locked and there were no open windows.
It looks like Darren just let his killer in.
Has to be someone he knew.
From the rigidity of the body, I'd say he'd been dead for about 12 hours.
Do you agree? Yeah, we can assume he was killed between What about the murder weapon? Nah, nothing was found while we were at the scene.
The hit and run has to be linked to this murder.
It's too much of a bad coincidence otherwise.
Question is, why kill him now? Maybe somebody got spooked by our investigation, decided that it was safer to take him out of the picture once and for all.
Yeah, makes sense.
Talk to me about these diamonds.
The UN Security Council banned the trade in diamonds from Ivory Coast in 2005, because they were being used by rebels, involved in a vicious civil war, to fund their army.
However, Amnesty International reckon that stones mined in the rebel-held north were still finding their way onto the international diamond market, through neighbouring Mali.
Seems like they were trafficking blood diamonds.
Claudia Scott brought them in hidden in those Malian tribal masks, Darren Gerson biked them over to Peter Collins, who cleaned them up then sold them on to his clients.
The dates fit, we've had a fax.
Deqo was importing from Mali in 2005 and 2006.
Now, because we're talking diamonds and not drugs, it makes sense that my snouts didn't get a sniff of it.
Or why the people involved weren't on the PNC.
Yeah, well, different class, innit? But why was Darren involved in this? He didn't seem the type to be motivated by money.
Yeah, but I bet he'd need money to fund the GLS.
Yeah, bombing campaign's can't be cheap.
Look, Claudia Scott was the last person he called.
Sandra, we're this close.
We can't let them waltz in and take all the glory! Switch off your mobiles.
Brian, grab your laptop.
Let's get out of here.
Sandra Unless you want to wait around and hand over everything we've done to DCI Temple and hope that she reads my report in time to catch the killer.
You're the boss.
Come on! Jack, you and I will find Claudia Scott.
You two talk to Nina Ward, maybe she'll open up now that Darren's dead.
Metropolitan Police.
Claudia Scott inside? No.
She just left.
Where did she go? She say when she'd be back? She's not coming back.
Miss Scott said the business has closed and told me to find another job.
And she was in a hurry? Big hurry.
He's died twice on me now.
We need your help to catch the killer.
What do you want me to do? Tell us if he was involved in the trafficking of conflict diamonds.
We need to know, Nina.
He was just the delivery man, he only did it for a few months.
And then he got knocked down? How'd he get mixed up in it? Darren collected a package from Deqo, smelled something fishy was going on and Opened the package and found it was full of diamonds.
Then muscled in on the deal.
Yeah.
Who else was involved? He said there were three others.
He never told me their names.
Said it was safer that way.
He do it to fund the GLS and the bombing campaign? Nina, this was brutal.
He was stabbed 15 times.
Look, I kept on telling him that blowing up cars was a crazy idea, that people would get killed.
But he was fanatical about the idea, by then.
Kept on saying that collateral damage happened in all wars.
And that's what it was to Darren, a war.
Over two months, he built up a pretty big stash.
couriering the diamonds.
Said we'd need it when the shit started to go down.
And how much was his cut? I don't know.
More than enough.
I've never seen so much money.
Where is it now? After the hit and run, once we knew that Darren was never going to be the same, Psycho Chris and Kator persuaded me that we should keep it.
I only went along with it, because part of me was angry at him.
About what? When I was at hospital, I checked Darren's mobile to make sure there weren't any incriminating texts about the bombs or the GLS.
That's why you went through his stuff before the police arrived? Yeah.
I found a bunch of sex texts, from someone called Claudia.
It was obvious he'd been cheating on me.
So if Claudia Scott and Peter Collins were two of Darren's partners in crime, who's the other? What about the Fat Controller? I mean, think about it.
Before Darren muscled his way into the deal Rendall would have been perfect.
He could handpick suitable couriers, and then he could track the diamonds' progress across town.
And act as a firewall between Claudia Scott and Peter Collins.
Exactly.
Detective Superintendent Pullman.
Don't look like much, do they, Claudia, before they've been cut? Makes you wonder what all the fuss is about.
But wars are fought and people die because of them.
Darren's dead, isn't he? Yes.
Oh, God.
I want immunity and a new identity.
You give me that and I'll tell you who killed him.
But I won't go on tape and I won't testify.
Mr.
Rendall, we need a few minutes of your time.
Can we come in? Yeah, of course.
Thank you.
Tea, coffee? No, not for me, thanks.
No, thank you.
So what's going on, fellas? We need to ask you a few questions.
Go on, then.
How well do you know Claudia Scott? Not well.
She's just a voice on the end of the phone.
What about Peter Collins? Name doesn't ring any bells.
Why, who is he? He's an associate of her's.
Have you met Ms Scott? Is she a big client? Not particularly.
We do a job a month for her.
Tell us who killed Darren Gerson and I'll speak to my superiors about witness protection.
I need a guarantee.
I can't give you that.
But I can arrest you on suspicion of murder.
Your choice.
What are you afraid of, Claudia? That he'll come after me next.
Then let us protect you.
Tell us who the killer is.
Alan Rendall murdered him.
And how do you know this? Because Darren rang me yesterday to say he'd remembered that he'd couriered diamonds for us.
And stupidly I phoned Rendall and told him.
And how did he react? Furiously.
Is he a violent man? Violent? Rendall's a lunatic.
Rendall is the one who ran Darren over.
If he's such a lunatic, why did you call him? Surely you must have known how he'd react.
I panicked.
So why did he run him over? Because once Darren was involved, we didn't need Rendall any more.
So you cut him out.
I told him we'd do one last job, but after that, he was no longer required.
And that was when Darren was hit by a car? Yes.
What are you burning? Just some old rubbish.
Had a clear-out this weekend.
Bonfire saved me a trip down the dump.
Not going to nick me for that, are you? Where were you last night between 10pm and midnight? Here.
Alone? Unfortunately.
Now, am I right in thinking you gave Darren his last job? Uh-huh.
So you'd have known he was going to Deqo and when he'd be there.
I'm not sure I quite like where this is going.
I'm showing Mr Rendall exhibit 216.
This is a piece of the shirt you were wearing yesterday when I visited you at Super Speedy Couriers.
If you say so.
So what was it doing on the bonfire at your house? I chucked it out, with some old stuff.
In order to destroy forensic evidence that would implicate you in the murder of Darren Gerson? No.
I don't know nothing about that.
I just had a clear-out.
According to your mobile phone, you received a call last night at 9:13 from Claudia Scott.
So what? We know she told you that Darren remembered carrying the diamonds.
I think after that phone call, you went to his house and killed him to shut him up once and for all.
Would you care to comment, Mr.
Rendall? Think what you want, mate, doesn't make it true.
OK, let's go back to 2006.
Where the hell have you all been? Out.
Every single one of you? Yeah, something came up.
Get me Detective Chief Superintendent Pullman, now.
She's interviewing a suspect.
Come on, admit it, you ran Darren down.
Then took the package of uncut diamonds from his courier bag and delivered them to the Berwick Street flat and gave them to Peter Collins.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Claudia Scott told us you didn't even wipe Darren's blood off the package.
Apparently the diamonds were covered in it.
Why should he have done? Not only had you seriously injured their pet courier, so they needed you again, you were sending them a message telling them in no uncertain terms that you weren't going to sit back and let them cut you out.
That if they were going to continue smuggling conflict diamonds into the country, they'd better include you, or face the consequences.
Sounds like Claudia Scott's been telling lies about me.
Don't think so.
How could I run him down if I was manning the desk at the time? Ah! We spoke to the other operator, Jodie.
She said that you left the office hours before the hit and run.
And that she was the one who took the call saying Darren was hurt.
Not you.
Is she lying as well? I don't appreciate the way you went about this.
Just making sure that the killer was apprehended.
And I'm just supposed to accept that, am I? You'll do what you have to do.
The only reason I'm not having this conversation with your commanding officer is it makes us, as female officers, look bad.
You can have this conversation with whom ever you want.
We did everything possible.
And she gets to finish it.
DCI Temple knows.
Knows what? That we know, that she knows, that she didn't earn it.
True.
God give me strength.
I've just had an e-mail from Samantha Gerson's boss at the research centre.
What did she say? They've cancelled your involvement in the OMIP study.
Oh, no.
Why? I don't know, it just says "abnormal sample group".
But I allowed them unrestricted access to my mind.
Not sure the scientific community's ready for that, Brian.
Not sure any community is.