Sorry... can't see a thing in these.
Superman... and Clark Kent. Good, eh, Guv?
Don't call me that, we're undercover.
Sorry, Guv.
Remember - a skinny, curly haired bloke wearing a sov.
What about him over there?
Well, he's not skinny, is he?
That's the third person who's thought I was a waiter.
Who are you supposed to be?
The name's Bond...
James Bond.
Well, James Bond didn't have the... tache, did he?
It's his Breville lip. It was either that or Jesus.
Right, we split up.
See if any of these waiters fit Trixie's description.
What about him?
No, straight hair.
What about that one?
No, he's not wearing a ring.
Drake, sovereign ring over there...
Time for a little bit of role play, I think.
Hi...
It's not him.
Let's keep looking.
Thanks very much.
Get off!
Everybody thinks I'm a waiter.
Christ, you could actually be on to something, Bolly.
Over there...
He was in Delphine's choir. We interviewed him.
Let's go.
Just remember...
softly, softly, Drake.
That's Roseberry-Sykes.
If he smells a rat, we go.
If we upset him, we're all in the shit.
I've got an idea. Maybe we can provoke a reaction.
Tell him you think women like me are dirty.
Tell him you think I'm like a prostitute.
You've got no respect for women like that.
In fact, Gene... just be yourself.
Jammy bastard.
Fancy shoving her overboard?
No amount of water could ever get a woman like that clean.
Our Lord has many words to describe women like her.
Impure?
Very.
She may be beautiful on the outside...
But filled on the inside with dead men's bones and all sorts of impurity.
What's your name, sir?
Ryan.
Full name, sir.
Ryan Burns. Why do ask?
I am arresting you for the rape and attempted murder of Trixie Walsh...
- Not at the moment... - Who?
What's going on?
Nothing. This young lady was just having a little chat...
A rape took place on your boat two nights ago, Mr Roseberry-Sykes.
This man here is a suspect.
Rape? There must be some mistake.
I'm afraid not.
Now if you'll just come quietly, we can get this over and done with.
I'm not a waiter, all right? I'm James Bond!
- Raymondo! - This is unbelievable!
Yeah. Right, go. Now!
Sorry to cause this inconvenience, sir.
Leave it, he's not worth it!
Stay!
Hello again...
Inspector.
Hello.
Recognise this woman?
No, sir.
She was on The Sunborn the night of the alleged rape.
You were on duty... we checked.
Well, I was... but I didn't see her.
Unless anyone actually saw my client sexually assault the complainant,
all this is completely circumstantial. Has anyone witnessed it?
So the only witness to this alleged crime is the complainant?
- A prostitute? - Correct.
Have you had sex with a prostitute before, Mr Burns?
You really don't have to answer that.
No, I wouldn't... I couldn't.
You were the only one that used the exact quote from the Bible
that the victim says you used.
Quoting from the Bible doesn't make someone a rapist.
Shall we let Mr Burns speak for himself?
Did you or did you not
rape and assault Trixie Walsh?
I swear I did not rape or assault Trixie Walsh.
I've never even seen her...
as God is my witness.
Shaz, find out anything you can about Ryan Burns.
Double check the statements that placed him at the park
- at the time of Delphine's murder - Yes, ma'am.
Right. I've asked Ray and Chris to keep an eye on that girl
who keeps hanging around the station.
What, Nina? What's she done to deserve them?
Well, they can't make a balls up of that, can they?
We had a dog that used to scratch itself all the time.
Distemper.
That wasn't his name.
Had to be put down in the end.
Yes, sir... Thank you, sir.
Well?
That's us bolloxed.
Roseberry-Sykes has been on to the Commissioner.
He's accused us of victimising his staff.
Unless we can get something that sticks,
we're gonan have to let Burns go.
And right now, we've got sweet FA.
Shit.
I know this won't mean anything to you
but I just wanted to say I honestly think that I'm right.
- And if I'd had more time... - Not time, patience.
You didn't have all the facts, you couldn't present a strong enough case.
But you still believe you're right...
- Yes. I do. - Snap.
One of us has to be wrong...
It's not a question of being wrong, but doing the right thing.
Ryan Burns should have somebody fight his corner whether he's innocent or not.
How's your Latin?
- It's rusty. - Alios tracta sicut te ipsum.
Treat others as yourself.
Not so rusty.
I remember that! Those...
Really? Wow, they've only just come out.
It's for Alex, my boss's daughter,
though she'll probably say she's too old for toys.
- I bet she loves it when you spoil her. - Well, she's worth every penny.
- Is she? - Definitely.
Well, Inspector Drake...
- Alex. - Really?
Well, Alex, I hope we meet again. It's been...
unique.
Getting to know the enemy?
You know what, I'm not even sure that you and I are on the same side any more.
Well, let's put that to the test, shall we?
I went with your idea on Trixie Walsh's story...
now you can go with mine.
Your alleged rapist, Ryan Burns,
doesn't even remember seeing you, never mind having sex with you.
Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?
About the only thing you got right was him wearing a ring.
- What kind of ring was it again? - Sovereign.
Sure?
Like this, was it?
So how can you be sure?
Because you said it was dark. What, you got x-ray vision?
- I'm pretty sure. - Do you know what I think?
I think I've got x-ray vision because I can see right through you.
You've made this whole thing up, haven't you?
And I want to know why.
- I can't tell you. - Can't or won't?
Both.
You weren't raped, were you?
Don't let that bastard get off. He's sick!
No, sweetheart. You're sick.
Sorry it took so long.
I didn't know if you wanted sugar?
There you are!
And who have we got here?
Really?
Spit the dog!
That was rubbish, wasn't it?
You should smile more. It suits you.
Don't let him off! Listen to me!
This isn't right, you shouldn't have let him go!
Will someone listen to me? I want justice!
Tough tits. You've got me instead.
Get in.
No, thanks.
What happened to your lip?
I burnt it.
Everyone keeping pulling my leg saying I've been kissing a prozzie.
I mean... a lady of the night.
Like me?
Yeah. I like you.
- You seem like a nice kid. - No.
Like me.
What? You mean you're a...?
You're having me on...
nice girl like you?
Don't believe me?
No, I don't think I do, love.
Why would you want to make something up like that?
I'm not.
Hang on a minute, love.
If I was such a nice girl,
why would someone do this to me?
And Nina actually told YOU this?
She showed me the cut.
She's a mess... covered in bruises.
She knows that Trixie. It was her who got her into the escort agency.
She'd only just started.
It wasn't Trixie who was raped, it was Nina.
Trixie knew that Nina would be too traumatised to come to us,
so she faked the rape as her own, to protect...
- I know. - What do you mean, you know?
Once Motor Mouth here had stopped shouting and started talking,
the truth came out, eventually!
If anything happens to one of those girls,
you lot won't know what's hit you.
Why would Ryan Burns try and kill Nina?
Why would he kill Delphine? What was his motive?
Shaz. Pass me the magnifier.
What have you got?
A link, hopefully.
Here, look in this photograph...
Burns is wearing the St Christopher, but in this one, he's given it to Delphine.
They were courting...
Everything's significant.
- I don't get why he killed her though. - Maybe he didn't mean to kill her.
He thought he loved her.
But she rejected him which made him feel...
impure. He lashed out, ripped the St Christopher off...
and afterwards he felt...
dirty and he needed someone to take out his self-hatred on.
When he realised Nina worked for an escort agency, he had to kill her.
- Let's just get the twisted bastard. - He'll go after prostitutes again.
Skinny, curly hair, looked like butter wouldn't melt...
- Where did they go? - Up by the river there.
Got to go...
It was Sonya he went off with.
It was a white Escort.
White Escort in there.
Over there.
Ray... take the stairs.
Ryan. Let her go.
No. I can't.
Come on Ryan,
not very Christian that, is it?
You don't understand. I'm helping her.
How?
To lead a good life, to be fruitful for God.
By raping and murdering her?
"I am the vine, you are the branches".
John, Chapter 15, Verse 5.
You're nicked.
For the murder of Delphine Parkes,
the rape and attempted murder of Nina Akaboa.
Anything you say will be taken down, ripped up and shoved
down your scrawny little throat until you choke to death.
Gene Hunt, Chapter 1, verse 2.
Scum.
Do you want the bad news or the really bad news?
That Sonya's legged it...
which means our only chance of getting that scumbag sent down is Nina.
If she'll press charges.
Do you think you can pick him out in a line-up?
Will he see me?
I'll come with you.
Don't worry, love. I won't let him intimidate you...
promise.
We'll help you as much as we can, but when you're in the court room,
you're on your own.
Will they...
bring up what I used to do?
Probably.
So...
when it comes down to it, it's just my word against his?
In a nut shell, love, yeah.
Will they believe me?
We can't say.
Well, we can.
I would love to be wrong about this, sweetheart, but...
you've got as much chance of convincing them
as Michael Foot has of becoming Prime Minister.
Well, in that case...
I don't think I can go through with it.
I don't want it to go to court.
Sorry.
Now do you understand why I wanted to do this instead of her?
Take care, won't you? Look after her.
Yeah, well, I'll try.
Right instinct. Wrong outcome.
I'm afraid I can't comment.
Go on then. Get it over with.
What?
The lecture.
No lecture. You did the right thing.
Is there something wrong with my hearing?
I could've sworn you said "did the right thing".
With 5% of rape cases ending in conviction,
what chance would SHE have had?
Yeah, well, you never know... maybe it'll change one day.
Don't hold your breath.
My place?
Sorry. I'm with a friend.
Grassy arse...
I hope they don't start a fire, Signor Hunt.
No, you're all right, Luigi...
Ray!
Your turn!
Mind you, you have got insurance, haven't you?
What are we supposed to be celebrating?
In a morning raid today,
police arrested 24-year-old Ryan Burns of South London
for possession of ten kilos of cocaine.
The drugs were found hidden inside garden gnomes in Burns's car.
If found guilty, Burns faces a prison sentence of at least 5 years...
- You didn't... - Not me.
Well, maybe I've got you all wrong, Ray.
Maybe you're not the stereotypical Neanderthal I had you down as.
Here, Ray!
Quid says you can't light your farts with one of these.
Make it a fiver and you're on!
Then again...
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Suicide...
That wasn't caused by the fall. Murder, then.
So Kennedy worked in the research place? No big deal.
Gene, this must set off alarm bells.
Yes, it does. Molly on rampage with idiot theories - run for your lives.
It's my room!
It's exactly like my room.
What's the reason for the intimate rendez-vous?
I don't appreciate... And I don't appreciate your lies,
you are a bloody liar!
I am so hot.
Oh dear Lord, if this is a test, I fear I may fail.
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