-[ Rash pants and groans ] [ Winces ] -Are you okay, Rash?

-What happened?

-[ Coughing ] We crashed.

-[ Breathing heavily ] Jesus.

[ Tires screeching ] -[ Rash yells ] [ Glass shattering ] [ Metal crunching ] -Whoa!

[ Tires screeching, squealing ] [ Groans ] -Are you hurt?

[ Liquid dripping ] -We're upside down.

-Yep.

-[ Rash gasping ] There's something dripping down my back.

What's dripping down my back?

-Oh...

It's petrol.

-What?!

-It's petrol!

-Well, I think we should get out!

-Yeah, definitely.

[ Seat belt clicks ] -[ Struggling, grunting ] -[ Grunting ] -How... could this... get any worse?

[ Tires squealing ] -They're coming back!

Get out!

-I can't!

-Rash, get out!

-My seat belt!

I can't!

-Rash!

-Get out!

Get out!

[ Grunts ] Wiggle it!

[ Seat belt clacking ] -I have wiggled it, it's stuck!

[ Seat belt clacking ] [ Rash grunting ] -What's he doing?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Metal clinks ] ♪♪ [ Flame whooshes ] [ Flames crackling ] ♪♪ [ Tires squeal ] Come on!

[ Stefan grunting ] -I told you, I can't move, I'm stuck!

-Yeah, I'll help!

-Come on.

It's no good.

-It's coming!

-[ Mutters indistinctly ] [ Flames whooshing ] [ Pants hysterically ] Just go!

-I'm not going without you.

-There's no point us both sitting here!

-Oh, come on!

-Look, just go!

-I'm not leaving you!

-Why do you have to be so bloody obstinate?!

It's coming, it's coming!

♪♪ -[ "Wolves" by Rag'n'Bone Man plays ] -♪ Don't want to drown no more ♪ ♪ I'm sick of the same old people ♪ ♪ The kind that'll sell your soul ♪ ♪ And trade it for a shining stone ♪ ♪ ain't nothing in this life for free ♪ ♪ Running from the greatest evil ♪ ♪ It finally dawned on me ♪ ♪ A man's got to fight temptation ♪ ♪ Keep the wolves from the door ♪ ♪ I hear them scratching like I don't know better ♪ ♪ Won't you keep the wolves from the door?

♪ ♪ It won't be long before I cave in ♪ ♪ And open up the door ♪ ♪♪ [ Knock at door ] -Good morning.

-Hi, I'm Arrash Sayyad.

-Stefan Kowolski.

-Yes, do come in.

Feel free to take a look around.

It's always nice to get a feel for the place.

Neither of you are smokers?

-No.

-The owner's very insistent about that.

And, of course, no animals.

-That's you out.

-Hm!

Funny.

Who is the owner?

-It's not an individual.

it's a company.

You do realize it's very unusual for a property of this caliber to come on to the rental market and at such a low price?

[ Doorbell rings ] Oh, excuse me.

-[ Laughs ] We've got to take it!

Mate, this place is amazing!

[ Door opens ] -Yeah.

Alright, well, let's tell her we want it, and get on with it.

-Yeah.

There's, uh...

There's got to be a catch.

-Why do you have to be so negative?

-Because it's too good to be true.

-Mate, it's not -- [ Footsteps approaching ] -Amazing view, eh?

Told you.

-Uh, excuse me?

[ Sucks teeth ] You didn't say anything about this being an open house.

-[ Laughs ] I'm sorry.

If you're interested in the property, we'll consider you for the shortlist.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -How short, exactly?

-We'll need to check your finances and then your references and then there'll be interviews with the agency.

-For everyone, or...?

-Not everyone.

♪♪ -Not everyone.

You're a detective, I'm a serious fraud investigator.

We're perfect.

-Yeah.

As long as you don't get blind drunk or high on drugs, we'll be fine.

-You're never going to let me forget that!

-No.

It's perfect.

♪♪ -Guv?

-Burglaries.

You're not serious?

-Well, it's still a crime, Derek.

Or hadn't you noticed?

-My heart bleeds for the victims, but it's not really our department, is it?

-Six burglaries in two months, high-end apartments, all smart addresses.

Last week, the AC had dinner at City Hall.

The, um... subject came up.

-I get it.

I suppose you want me to take Wonderboy with me.

-Well, you're a good team.

-We're not a team.

We're a situation.

-Well, you're still getting results.

Here, I tell you what.

His six-month probation is up in two weeks.

Want me to send him back?

[ Telephones ringing ] ♪♪ -I'll think about it.

Come on.

-What is it?

-It's me, telling you to get on your feet and follow me, alright?!

♪♪ ♪♪ -But fraud isn't just about making money.

It isn't about crime.

It's about ruining people's lives.

Helen and Colin Fraser, both in their 70s, put their entire life savings into a property scheme, investing in Spain.

But there was no property.

They lost everything and then they... Then they took their own lives.

It's a fraud that's ripped off British pensioners to the tune of 30 million since 2009.

And the brains behind it all is this man -- Daniel Lorca.

-Lorca is invisible.

He has no address in the UK.

We know almost nothing about him.

We don't even know what he looks like.

-But I want to find him.

This is the man that's going to lead us to him.

His name is John Malik.

♪♪ He is a lawyer and businessman who offers a full client service to the super-rich.

Oligarchs, drug-traffickers, Russian Mafia, you name it.

John Malik represents Lorca's legitimate business interests.

But, this morning, a warrant has been signed to search his office and his home.

-There will be two searches.

Alison will take the office team as temporary case controller, and I'll take his home.

-But I want you to be very careful.

Remember, this is a man who consorts with major criminals.

♪♪ -Good trip, Mr. Malik?

-You know the best thing about Moscow, Smithson?

-No, sir.

-Getting the hell out!

Where's that damn porter?

-[ Polish accent ] Here, sir.

-Come on, don't keep me waiting.

-Home or office, sir?

-Office.

-[ Normal accent ] They're heading for the office.

-That's good, Stefan.

Stay close.

[ Dramatic music plays ] -We'd been away for the weekend.

-Anywhere nice?

-Wiltshire.

We've got a house near Devizes.

-So, do you know what was taken?

-Money, about £300.

Computer and... my wife's jewelry.

A diamond necklace, some earrings, Her eternity ring.

-Insured?

-That's not the point, is it?

-What about the alarm?

-Well...

I was certain I'd put that on.

I must have been mistaken.

♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Sighs heavily ] Maybe he should get it checked.

-What?

-The alarm.

-That's good, that, yeah.

That'll be a real help... now that everything's been nicked!

-Erm, excuse me, have you got a minute to talk about how we can stamp out child poverty in Africa?

-No, have you got a minute to step out of the way?

-But w-we're raising money for disadvantaged children... -I've already got one, thanks.

-I'm sorry, mate.

[ Upbeat music plays ] ♪♪ -Our Child believes that every child on the planet has a right to laughter and happiness.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we ask you to welcome its founder and director, Lisa Douglas.

-Ladies and gentlemen, 10 years ago, I made a promise that I would never show the picture of an unhappy boy or girl, and with your help and with the money we raise tonight, that is a promise that I mean to keep.

[ Single person applauds ] -Was that alright?

-I think it's perfect.

-So, five minutes, then we hand over to the band, they play their first set, then we introduce the silent auction and serve the first course.

-People want to hear you, too, Lisa.

I'll play the room.

Which is my table?

-Number three, over here.

You're sitting between the Minister and the Archbishop.

-Mm!

Sounds like a rude joke!

So, where's Michael?

-He's here.

He was here a minute ago.

-[ Sighs ] -I can't wait any longer, I'm going to the police.

-Look, Michael, why are you bringing this to me now?

-You're the chair of trustees, Paul.

You're responsible.

-Look...

I'm not doubting your allegations.

There's clearly an irregularity in the Our Child accounts.

But maybe you should consider the question of timing.

-What do you mean?

-Tonight is the gala.

It's the biggest night of the year for Lisa.

-I know, I've just come from there.

-Then why raise this now?

-I raised this a week ago.

You've done nothing.

-Look, what exactly are you asking me to do, Michael?

Investigate my own wife?

-Yes.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Have you told anybody else about this?

-No-one.

-Alex?

-I never talk about my work at home.

-And there are no copies?

-It's all on my laptop.

-Right.

♪♪ -What's going on?

[ Indistinct chatter ] -You are?

-Samuel Armstrong, I'm Mr. Malik's office manager.

-My name is Alison White.

I am a Case Controller with the Serious Fraud Office.

I have in my possession a warrant authorizing the Serious Fraud Office to search these premises.

-What are you talking about?

Search them for what?

[ Telephone rings ] -No phone calls, please.

We will do this as quickly as we can.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -Mr. Malik, you might want to steer clear of the office.

We've got company.

-Forget about the office, we are heading home... [ Trunk closes ] [ Malik grunts ] -[ Quietly ] Someone's tipped him off.

[ Vehicle door shuts, engine starts ] He's on his way home.

It'll take him 30 minutes in this traffic.

I'll be right behind him.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Excuse me!

That's got nothing to do with John.

That belongs to me.

You can't take that.

That cabinet was marked "International Accounts."

-It wasn't in the cabinet.

-It was on it.

-[ Sighs ] John!

-Log it with the rest.

-Sure.

-John!

I'm so sorry!

-It's all right, it's all right... -I couldn't stop them!

-Don't upset yourself.

It's not your fault.

Typical of you, Marcus -- Wait until I'm out of the way then sneak in the back door, huh?

-I'm looking for your client, Daniel Lorca.

-And you think you'll find him here?

Do you know where he is?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Even if I did know, do you think I'd tell you?

Are you all done here?

[ Police radio chatter ] -Thank you, Mr. Malik.

-"Mr. Malik"?

It was "John" when you were drinking my champagne.

-Well, that was then.

-Gone up in the world, have you, Marcus?

Or is it down?

[ Police radio chatter ] You have a warrant to search my premises, I take it?

-I gave the paperwork to your wife.

-Susan is not up to reading the small print, but I promise you I will, every last word.

♪♪ [ Tires screech ] -[ Panting ] You know him?

[ Police radio chatter ] -I knew him once.

-Bastards!

-What are they looking for?

-Daniel Lorca.

-Who's Lorca?

-He's a client, he's no-one.

-John, there's something that I need to tell you.

-What?

-You know the Bermuda DVD?

-What?

they took it?!

-That's what I'm trying to tell you... -You let them take it?!

I tried to stop them.

But they just -- Oh!

-Stupid bitch!

-[ Gasps ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -It is an amazing place.

Um, two bedrooms, balcony, near the Tube.

-Where?

-Stratford.

-That's great, Rash.

I'm really happy for you.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -No, you're not.

Come on, what is it?

-Well, I'll...miss you.

-Will you?

-Of course.

You should get your own place.

With who?

I'm not going anywhere.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Hi.

-Hi.

-What are you doing?!

-I was just passing.

I saw you through the window.

-No, you weren't, I told you I was going to be here.

-Hi, Leila.

-Nice to see you, Stefan.

Why didn't you join us?

-Wait -- [ Indistinct chatter ] -[ Stefan sighs ] He didn't invite me.

-That's right.

What are you doing here?

-Alright!

I'm just being friendly!

-[ Chuckles ] -Have you, uh, finished with them?

-Go ahead.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -So, have you told her?

-Yes.

Have you told your flatmates?

-No, that's different.

-Why?

-They're Polish.

They get very emotional.

-[ Laughs ] Really?

-Yeah, I'm just going to move out and hope they don't notice.

-I've got to go.

I've got the night shift.

I'll leave you two together.

-Yeah, I'll pay... -Thanks.

[ Door opens ] [ Door closes ] -I really like her.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Okay.

That's not gonna work out.

-Why not?

-Because we're living together.

-Maybe I'll move out.

[ Indistinct chatter ] ♪♪ [ Camera shutters clicking ] [ Photographers clamoring ] ♪♪ -Listen, Lisa, um, I need to talk to you about something.

-What?

-Um, Michael came to see me today.

He's a bit worried about something to do with the accounts.

-[ Sighs ] Oh, not now, Paul.

I mean, do you mind?

-Yeah, well, if not now, then when?

I never see you these days.

You're always off in some world of your own.

-I'm busy.

-No, there's more to it than that.

There's something you're not telling me.

-[ Sighs ] Can we just get through tonight, please?

[ Poignant music plays ] [ Indistinct chatter ] -Thank you.

[ Reporters clamor ] -Over here, thank you!

Thank you!

-Thank you, this way!

-This way.

[ Indistinct chatter ] ♪♪ -What is it?

[ Slow jazz plays over radio ] -What?

-You've hardly said a word all evening.

-I'm sorry.

-What is it you're not telling me, Michael?

Why did you go back to see your old boss last week?

-I've found something and I don't know what to do.

I've come to you because... Well, don't get me wrong.

You know about these things.

You have experience.

I wonder if you could look through these accounts from Our Child.

-You know we don't talk about work.

-We do if there's something wrong.

You should have gone to the gala.

Hm?

Why didn't you?

Black tie... champagne... celebs.

-I didn't feel like it.

I'm tired.

[ Slow jazz music continues ] -I'll clear up.

You go to bed.

[ Slow jazz music continues ] -Okay.

[ Slow jazz music fades ] [ Foreboding music plays ] ♪♪ [ Lamp switch clicks ] -What is it?

-I thought I heard something.

-What?

-Downstairs.

-[ Sighs ] It's nothing.

-I'm going down.

-I'll come.

-No, it's okay.

Go back to sleep.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Alex!

My husband's upstairs.

He'll be calling the police.

You should leave.

Now!

[ Blade slices ] Argh!

[ Groans ] [ Thuds ] ♪♪ [ Gasps ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gasping for air ] [ Sirens wailing ] -He's been stabbed.

He's got multiple lacerations on his back.

He's bleeding internally, and I think his liver's been punctured.

-It was burglars.

It happened in the flat.

-I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

We'll take care of him.

-Leila!

-Yeah.

-We need to stabilize him.

He's bleeding fast.

He's got a weak rapid pulse.

-I'll fast-bleep the vascular surgeons.

He'll need to go to theater.

-Yeah, get onto it.

[ Telephones ringing ] [ Indistinct chatter ] -Those burglaries you're investigating.

-Yes, guv.

-It's now attempted murder.

[ Indistinct chatter ] Are you happy?

-Yes, guv.

-With ticket sales and the silent auction, our gala last night raised the amazing sum of £420,000!

[ Applause ] Thank you, everyone.

That's all down to your effort, too.

So let's get back to work.

[ Applause ] -Lisa?

-Mm.

-Paul is in your office.

-Okay.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Paul.

What is it?

-Lisa, I've got some bad news.

It's Michael.

-What?

Alex just called.

Michael's in hospital.

He was stabbed...last night.

Apparently there was some kind of a burglary in his home.

-Why did he call you?

Why didn't he call me?

-Is that really the issue?

-No, of course not, I didn't mean that.

-How is he?

-Well, I called the hospital.

He's in critical condition.

-[ Lisa sighs heavily ] -It was a brutal attack in his home.

Lisa, he's your chief accountant, for God's sake.

I told you yesterday he was worried about something, and now this.

-[ Sighs ] Yeah.

♪♪ [ Indistinct chatter ] Do you think it's just a coincidence?

-What else could it be?

What are you suggesting?

-I don't know, Lisa.

You tell me.

-Look.

We raised nearly half a million pounds last night.

Do you have any idea what difference that's going to make?

You just don't get it, do you?

-No, Lisa.

I don't.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ -There's not much to say.

Michael heard something.

It woke him up and he came downstairs.

-And you didn't come down with your, uh...?

-My husband.

No, I'm a much heavier sleeper.

I heard him call out to me and then there was silence, so I came down.

[ Somber music plays ] He was in there.

There was a lot of blood.

I was shocked.

I didn't know...what to do.

I dialed 999.

-Has anything been taken?

-Well, I haven't had much chance to look.

But I don't think so.

They broke a few things.

Oh, his laptop...was taken.

He must have surprised them.

-He works for a charity.

-Hm?

Our Child, yes.

-How long has he been there?

-About...two years.

He's not happy at work.

He's... been having problems.

-I notice you have a burglar alarm.

Was it on last night?

-Uh, it should have been.

Michael usually put it on before he went to bed.

-And is it working?

-I don't know.

It was fine a week ago, but if it didn't go off... Well, I don't know.

♪♪ -Ayjay Alarms.

-Really?

Wait...Seven burglaries in the last two months.

Three of the properties have the same alarm system, including this one.

Oh, thanks for pointing that out, Sayyad.

I'm sure I would never have noticed... -Sorry, Sarge... -Yeah, but you're not, are you?

That's your problem -- You think you're God's gift to modern policing.

Well, you're not.

You're just a bloody TDC.

-I'm just trying to do my job.

-Exactly, so stop trying to do mine.

-[ Sighs ] [ Box thuds heavily ] -Here you go.

-Thanks.

-Lorca?

-Yes, well, the SFO aren't the police.

They're just a bunch of glorified accountants with a high opinion of themselves, and they're wasting their time chasing after Daniel Lorca.

-But they've got something.

-That's right.

The Bermuda DVD.

Susan should never have let them take it.

[ Ominous music plays ] -It's a holiday resort, for God's sake.

-It's also a tax haven.

-It doesn't matter what it is.

I want it back.

-What are you looking for?

-I'll know when I've found it.

Marcus, you didn't tell me you knew Malik.

-I didn't think it was relevant.

-Well, it might be.

He's asked for a meeting.

-So?

-I think he's going to use his association to overturn the warrant, or at least he's going to try.

And if he's successful, anything we find will be inadmissible.

-He won't.

I worked for him, that's all.

-You should have mentioned it before.

-I didn't think it mattered.

-Of course it matters.

He can use it against us.

Stefan.

I think I might have found something.

-What is it?

-Well, John Malik does a lot of big stuff for his clients -- contracts, acquisitions, that sort of thing.

But he also does small stuff, too -- tickets to Ascot, opera, car rentals.

-And?

-I was looking through the invoices and I found this.

-12 vintage bottles of champagne.

-Bought on behalf of Daniel Lorca.

There's an address for delivery, a place in Notting Hill.

I thought I might take a look.

-Yes, you do that.

And, Stefan... well done.

♪♪ -Detective Sergeant Sands.

DC Sayyad.

-How can I help?

Can you confirm you installed burglar alarms at these addresses?

-Er, yeah, I believe so.

I can't be sure.

We install hundreds of alarms every year.

-Oh.

Obviously not up to much, are they?

-Why do you say that?

14 Waldegrave Mansions, 26 Lorimer Gardens, 3 Kenville Terrace -- They've all been burgled.

-There's nothing wrong with our products.

-Another three addresses here.

They had different alarm systems but it turns out they all have maintenance agreements... with you.

-Why are you showing me this?

-Why do you think?

[ Suspenseful music plays ] They've all been burgled, too.

And in each case, the alarm system was miraculously deactivated.

-This is very worrying.

-I'm sure it is.

Look, I can't help you, Mr. Sands.

You need to speak to my head of programming.

William!

[ Footsteps approaching ] Yeah?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Groans ] [ Grunting ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Argh!

-[ Panting ] -What kept you?

You're losing your touch!

-[ Panting ] -[ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ [ Machine beeping ] -How's he doing?

-Generally, he's fine.

He's still very sleepy and his potassium levels are a bit low.

-He could be hypokalaemic from the blood transfusion he received.

-Are you still going ahead with medical school?

I was going to ask you for a reference.

I'll be glad to do that.

-Thanks.

-In the meantime, Let's give him 10 mL of potassium chloride per hour, over 5 hours, and see where we are after that.

-Okay.

-Excuse me.

Do you think it might be possible to see Michael Freeland, please?

-Are you family?

-I'm Lucy Douglas, Michael works for me.

-I understand, but Michael's in a very critical condition, Mrs Douglas.

They are only allowing immediate family to visit him.

We just spoke to his partner, and we are sort of family.

-Yeah, we'd only be a few minutes.

-Alright.

Take a seat.

-Mr. Freeland's files.

-I haven't eaten since breakfast.

[ Sighs ] Do you think you could handle the infusion?

-Yeah.

I've done it before, I know what to do.

-Thanks, Leila, that's great.

So, 10 mL per hour, over 5 hours.

-Right.

Okay.

-Can I get you something?

-No, I'm alright, thanks.

[ Machine beeping ] Hi.

Sorry to disturb you both.

-Just gotta give him this.

-What is it?

-Potassium chloride.

-Raised blood pressure?

-Yes.

-Is that serious?

-No, it's what you'd expect after surgery.

[ Beeping continues ] -So, are you going to stay with him all night?

-No, only till midnight.

Don't worry, I'll be having a word with the nurse coming in.

[ Machine beeping rapidly ] -[ Michael gasping ] Alex!

-Shh, relax, Mr. Freeland.

Stay calm, try not to move.

-11, 12, 13... -Just relax.

-[ Breathlessly ] 11, 12, 13... -What is it?

-I don't understand.

-[ Mutters ] -Shh.

-Tell him... -Shh.

-Tell him... [ Breathing shakily ] -Just relax.

-[ Softly ] Tell him... -Is he okay?

-Don't worry, he's still under a lot of sedation.

[ Beeping slows ] His pulse is stabilizing.

[ Machine beeping steadily ] He'll be alright.

♪♪ -So, I've got news.

-Yeah?

-We got it.

-The flat?

-No, the interview.

We're on the shortlist.

But we've got to be at the estate agent's after work on Tuesday.

Alright?

5:00.

-And there's three others.

-Three others?

-Yeah.

-We're in.

-Mr. Lorca?

-That's me, yeah.

-What?

-I locked myself out.

-What?

-It's my London pad.

-I can get the lock open for you, but I can't let you in without seeing ID.

-[ Tuts ] Oh... My, uh, ID's inside.

But it's alright, he's a police officer.

-What?!

-Stop saying "what" and show him your warrant card!

Detective... Constable... Sayyad.

You know this man?

-Yeah.

-Right.

What's all this about?

-It's SFO.

It's alright.

-No, it's not alright.

This... [ Door lock rattling ] This is breaking and entering.

If I'm found in here, I'm going to get booted out.

Again!

-No-one's going to find out.

-How can you do this to me?

[ Door opens ] -There you are.

I'll send the bill to this address.

[ Suspenseful music plays ] I knew I shouldn't have come out with you.

What are we doing here?

-We are looking for a man called Daniel Lorca.

-I thought we were going to the pub.

-He's a fraudster.

He's a crook.

Two old people killed themselves because of him.

-What old people?

-It doesn't matter.

We're trying to find him.

-Right, and he lives here?

-He had 12 bottles of champagne delivered here a month ago.

♪♪ -Nothing in the fridge.

[ Refrigerator door closes ] [ Oven door opens ] [ Sniffs ] Oven's brand-new.

[ Oven door closes ] None of this stuff's ever been used.

-Maybe he just bought it.

-You just said he had champagne delivered here a month ago!

-Okay, erm... Let's try upstairs.

♪♪ -Stefan... ♪♪ I told you.

No-one actually lives here.

Bed's never been slept in.

Toilet's never been used.

Do you mind if we get out of here before someone comes?

-No-one's gonna come.

-[ Sighs heavily ] -Look, there's got to be something.

[ Exhales heavily ] ♪♪ Bonhams... Wine-tasting... What about this?

-A hammam?

-Yeah, it's a Turkish bath.

-Yeah.

I know what it is.

[ Vehicle stops ] -I don't believe this.

[ Police radio chatter ] -How did they know we were here?

-I don't know how they knew we were here, Stefan.

Maybe there's an alarm.

Maybe the neighbors saw us.

That doesn't matter.

What matters is, what are we going to tell them?

[ Knocks on door ] -[ Stefan groans ] [ Stefan shouts in Polish ] -It's alright.

It's alright, I've got him.

-What?

-Oh, I'm DC Sayyad.

I've been investigating a series of burglaries with my boss, DS Sands.

He's on the way with backup.

-Who's this, then?

-He's... -[ Polish accent ] Please...

I see empty house.

I do nothing wrong.

-Oh, be quiet, you, alright?

Um...

I'm on top of this.

Now I'm alright.

House is secure.

-Alpha 26, disturbance at the Rose and Crown on Alma Street.

Immediate response required.

[ Radio static ] [ Vehicle door closes ] -Control this is Alpha 26.

-Wait.

-[ Stefan groans ] [ Exhales heavily ] He was here.

-Who?

-Daniel Lorca.

-Look, why would he keep an empty house?

What's the point?

-Well, he had the champagne delivered here a month ago.

And... this.

-[ Exhales sharply ] What's...?

No.

Forget it.

You can go if you want, I'm not interested.

I've had enough.

♪♪ ♪♪ I shouldn't have bothered, should I?

Trying to argue with you.

You still talked me into it.

-You might enjoy it.

-I might not.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Hi.

-Merhaba!

-Hm.

-Yes?

-Oh, we booked the Discovery package.

-What's your name, please?

-Stefan Kowolski.

With a K. -Yes, Mr. Kowolski.

I see you paid in advance.

Is this your first time here?

-Yeah.

-Eren?

Eren will look after you.

Thanks.

-Thanks.

By the way, a friend of mine comes here from time to time.

Daniel Lorca.

-Lorca?

-He hasn't visited recently, has he?

-I'm afraid I don't know him.

Thank you.

-Follow me, please.

-Yep.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Mr. Malik.

-Thank you, Yusef.

just deal with that for me, would you?

Eleanor Davies will see you shortly.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Exhales sharply ] [ Exhales deeply ] -Admit it.

You're enjoying this.

-No.

I'm not enjoying it.

I'm hot, I'm sweating and I should be at work.

-Well, the Discovery package comes with free mint tea.

-[ Sighs ] Look, this is a complete waste of time.

Even assuming Lorca does come here, how are you going to find him?

-I'll ask around.

-[ Rash sighs ] Right, but you can ask around without me.

[ Rash groans ] [ Exhales sharply ] I'm out of here.

-What?

[ Sighs ] -I'm a respected lawyer and business manager, and I do not appreciate being victimized.

-If you want to help us, you can tell us how to find your client Daniel Lorca.

-You must be aware that I can't talk about any of my clients.

-Then I'm afraid we can't help you.

I'm sorry.

-You're going to be more than sorry, Ms. Davies.

I've already been granted a judicial review, which was just the first step.

I'll be seeking massive damages against the SFO.

-On what grounds?

-You took files and documents that were completely unrelated to Daniel Lorca.

Your warrant is clearly in breach of legal professional privilege.

-You took personal items, which is tantamount to theft.

-Personal items?

-Yes.

Private photograph albums, a DVD, letters that have nothing to do with my business affairs.

-Everything will be treated with the utmost confidentiality and returned to you in due course.

-You don't get it, do you?

You have picked a fight which you are going to lose.

I give you 24 hours to return everything you've taken.

Or else...?

♪♪ [ Door opens and closes ] [ Footsteps approaching ] -You're looking for Mr. Lorca?

-I'm a friend of his.

-Mr. Lorca doesn't have any friends.

-[ Groans ] [ Joints crunching ] Okay!

Oh, get off me!

-Who are you?

-Argh!

No-one!

[ Joints crunching ] -Argh!

Okay!

Okay, I'm with the SFO, the Serious Fraud Office, alright?!

-I don't believe you.

-Well, I haven't got my ID on me!

I haven't got my clothes!

-Turn him over.

-Argh!

-[ Knife clinks ] -I'm going to cut off what's under that towel.

If you still say you're SFO, then I'll believe you.

-[ Stefan winces ] -Argh!

♪♪ [ Both grunting, groaning ] ♪♪ -Argh!

[ Scuffling ] ♪♪ -[ Indistinct shouting ] ♪♪ [ Shouting continues ] [ Metal clangs ] -[ Panting ] -Stefan!

Come on!

♪♪ -This way.

-[ Both panting ] -Oh!

[ Both cough ] -Chill, chill, chill.

-Yeah... -Oh, oh... Oh, boy.

-[ Sighs ] -[ Both breathing heavily ] Oh.

-Okay.

-[ Breathing heavily ] So?

Aren't you going to thank me?

I was there for you.

I saved you.

-Oh, okay.

Thanks.

Yeah, I would have got out anyway.

I had a move.

You'd have got away without your *****, mate.

-Ha!

At least we found something out.

-What?

-Well, someone doesn't want us to find Daniel Lorca.

-I think we knew that anyway.

[ Alarm beeping ] ♪♪ -Can I have some help, please?

I have a cardiac arrest.

Nurse, straight on the chest.

Can I have 150 joules charged?

-Charging to 150.

-Shocking.

Shocking now.

[ Electricity zaps ] He's not responding.

-One, two, three... -Shocking now.

[ Electricity zaps ] -One, two, three... -He's still not responding.

-Seven... -Abort resuscitation.

We've lost him.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Blade slices ] -Argh!

♪♪ ♪♪ -Welcome to England, Mr. Kumalah.

-Thank you.

♪♪ ♪♪ Take me to the hotel.

♪♪ -Kumalah arrived in London a few minutes ago.

-Do we know where he's staying?

-He's got a suite at the Royal Claremont Hotel, Mayfair.

£900 a night.

-Not bad for someone coming from a country that receives $800 million a year in aid.

-Right.

-Go to the hotel and keep an eye on him.

I want to know everyone he meets.

Come out, I want to see you.

-One minute!

-It's been too long already.

-[ Chuckles ] -Come back to bed.

-Call room service.

-What do you want?

-Champagne.

-[ Chuckles ] -I can't believe you're back.

You have no idea how I've been counting the hours.

-Come home with me, Lisa.

It's all going to happen, everything we talked about.

You should be there.

-Changing the world.

-My world, yes.

My country.

What you are doing, what you have done, it's amazing.

-We did it together, David.

-Which is why we should be together.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Cardiac arrest, 12:07 a.m.

Yes.

-There'll have to be an inquiry, the police are involved.

-I did absolutely nothing wrong, Harriet.

-Michael Freeland had been out of surgery 24 hours.

No complications, he was in full recovery.

You prescribed... potassium chloride?

-Yes, 10 mL per hour, over 5 hours.

-That's not what this setting shows.

-It's wrong.

-This is set to inject 100 mL per hour.

♪♪ -Where do these go?

-Oh, they're for your brother.

Put them in the fridge.

You know what he's like with his supplements and power drinks.

Are you seeing anyone?

-Mum... -I'm allowed to ask.

-And I'm allowed to not answer.

-It's just, I met this young man in court.

-Oh, great.

He's a criminal?

-No, he works for the immigration department!

But I liked him.

-You marry him, then.

Maybe you should start thinking about that.

-No, I'm thinking about you.

-I'm fine!

[ Cellphone rings ] -Yes?

Why, what's happened?

[ Indistinct announcement over PA] [ Indistinct conversations ] [ Indistinct chatter ] -I'm afraid I have bad news for you, Leila.

One of your patients, Michael Freeland, died last night.

-How?

What happened?

-It seems a mistake was made with the dosage of potassium chloride that Dr Benson prescribed.

-10 mL per hour, over 5 hours.

-I gave him the right dose.

-We don't believe so.

-I'm telling you...

I did.

Have you checked the machine?

-It'll be thoroughly examined, of course.

-It was serviced two weeks ago.

There was nothing wrong with it.

-[ Scoffs ] You're blaming me.

-I wasn't there.

I'm sorry.

-There'll be a full inquiry, Leila.

But you should perhaps consider taking legal advice, and talk to your union rep. ♪♪ -Yeah.

[ Door closes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪