REPORTER: Police have tonight been called to the troubled Green Pit nightclub.

First reports suggest that club owner Kirk Hawthorne has been the victim of a brutal assault.

WESTON: Okay, victim is Kirk Hawthorne, hit in the back of the head.

Head landed here, where all the blood is.

Feet were at the door.

OFFICER: Sarge.

We've found another one.

WESTON: Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Yeah?

Where?

Down here?

OFFICER: Yep, down here.

WESTON: Shit.

Is she breathing?

-STEELE: When did you find her?

-OFFICER: Just now.

STEELE: Was there anyone else here?

-OFFICER: Nobody else.

-Okay, guys.

All the way back up the stairs.

Don't touch anything.

This is potentially a second crime scene.

Up the stairs now, please.

Have we got an I.D.

on the victim yet?

MASTINGS: This is Ziggy Hawthorne, Kirk's sister.

-Who are you?

You security?

-Yeah, I'm head of security.

Okay, can you take the victim down to the ambulance and come back here?

I want to have a chat with you.

MASTINGS: Yeah, no problem.

Two victims from the same family in one evening.

I mean, that's got to be the same assailant -and a targeted attack, surely.

-Potentially.

We don't want to jump to conclusions straightaway.

Let's go and check on her.

STEELE: Yep.

WESTON: Okay, Annalise, when you're finished there, I need these cables here dusted for fingerprints.

Okay?

ASAP?

Can you get on that?

-Charlie!

-STEELE: Yeah?

WESTON: Is your radio broken?

STEELE: Uh, no, it's not.

I don't know why you're screaming at me.

WESTON: Why can't I get in touch with you?

CCTV recorder's been taken.

Someone's trying to cover their tracks.

So I got Annalise going to dust these for fingerprints -when she's done here.

-Well... are the takings kept in here?

-Maybe that's... -No.

Takings aren't in here.

The safe is in the back bar.

It's still locked.

I haven't been able to get in there to see -if anything's been taken yet.

-Right.

Also, in the back bar is the bar manager, Guy Ollerbury, Ollersbury...

Guy what?

He made the 999 call.

He probably -- He found Kirk.

Uh, go and chat to him, butter him up.

Use your wit, charm, and -- Is he hot?

-Charlie.

-Is he?

'Cause I'm only going if he is... Charlie, it's 3:00 in the morning.

Go and talk to him.

This dry spell's fucking killing me, Jack, I swear.

WESTON: If it helps.

Okay.

Thanks, Annalise!

STEELE: What's your name?

It's Guy.

Surname?

Ollerbury.

O-double L-E-R-B-U-R-Y.

Can you just run me through what happened?

Um, yeah.

I-I don't really know much.

I-I went upstairs to, um, drop some cash off -into the office.

-Yeah.

As soon as I opened the door, I just saw Kirk lying there, um, just covered in blood.

So I went straight for the phone, called 999.

Yeah.

Wish -- I wish I could have found Ziggy, as well.

Who was Ziggy with this evening?

Um, a couple of people.

Uh, one guy I see around a lot, a guy called Wakim.

-OK. -Um...

He's a bit of a wannabe boxer from around here.

WESTON: How many guys did you have here on security?

-Five.

-In this room?

-Yeah.

-Whereabouts?

One positioned here, overseeing the VIP area.

One person here by the deejay box, just to make sure no one gets in.

Two people either side of the dance floor watching where the main action takes place.

One person by the fire exit where we do make exits if ever there's any trouble or if everyone, anyone's trying to get out -just 'cause it trips the alarm.

-Yeah.

I'm gonna need names, contact details -for all those guys.

-Yeah, that's fine.

Just to have a chat with them.

I can get those off you later.

Was there any, maybe, physical or verbal threats made to Kirk -in the last couple of weeks... -Not that I'm aware of.

STEELE: They spoke to the hospital.

Ziggy has suffered a brain hemorrhage.

But, also, they think a drugs overdose, but they don't know what yet.

Kirk's had a bit of a lucky escape, really -- head injury nowhere near as bad as it looked.

So he's groggy, but okay for interview.

-We should head down there now.

-STEELE: Yeah, absolutely.

-I have news.

-WESTON: Yeah?

STEELE: Um, Kirk Hawthorne, our night club owner... -WESTON: Yeah?

-STEELE: ...is clean.

But his club was closed last year after drugs-related violence left a man dead.

Got his license back a couple of months ago after installing drugs detectors and getting rid of the old door team, who they thought controlled the drugs supply.

That's it.

Excuse me?

You can go in now.

WESTON: Okay.

Cool.

Has Kirk been told... about Ziggy's condition?

I have no idea.

Um, I spoke to the nurse, though.

She said she's in a pretty bad way.

We need to know what Ziggy's taken, how dangerous it is.

-I'll see you back at the base.

-STEELE: Yep.

WESTON: Just through here?

Mr. Hawthorne, my name is Detective Sergeant Jack Weston.

Listen, I know this is not ideal circumstances for some questions; I know it's late.

But it's important for me to get as much information from you as possible while it's still fresh in your mind.

Do you have any reason to believe why someone might have attacked you last night?

[ Sighs ] No idea, I'm afraid.

No?

Do you remember anything from last night?

I-I remember, um, just before I was walking around, just greeting people.

You know, buying rounds for regulars and stuff.

And then got to my office... [ Exhales sharply ] -Gone.

-That's it, yeah.

-Toxicology Report... -WESTON: Great.

-...on Ziggy.

-WESTON: Yeah?

Um, she ingested PMA, which is an ecstasy substitute.

Effects include increased heart rate and increase -in body temperature.

-WESTON: Yeah?

STEELE: Should we wake up the boss?

WESTON: No, not necessary.

-STEELE: Really?

-WESTON: Yeah.

[ Police radio chatter ] Hello, Wakim.

WAKIM: Hello.

Right.

Ziggy Hawthorne.

A friend of yours?

Yeah, sort of.

Um, she's just one of my clients.

Um, a little bit of personal training.

I'm a professional boxer, uh, and I do personal training on the side.

STEELE: Okay.

To pay the bills?

-Exactly, exactly, exactly.

-All right.

Right.

So, I mean, you say she's a client, but you spend time with her outside of that?

-Yeah, that's how we -- we -- -You hang out?

That's how we met, and then we got on really well.

So now we just chill together.

-Are you two together?

-No.

No?

Okay.

Right.

So you were at the Green Pit tonight with Ziggy.

Mm-hmm.

Um, but you weren't there when the police were called?

No.

I left early.

STEELE: Right.

Um, 'cause I don't really like going out and I had training in the morning, so... STEELE: Okay.

Who else were you two there with?

Um, Ziggy's friend Hannah.

STEELE: Uh, does Hannah have a last name?

Uh, what's her second name?

Hannah Stevenson.

-STEELE: Stevenson.

-Yeah.

STEELE: Hannah, do you know someone called Ziggy Hawthorne?

Yeah.

She's my best mate.

We, um, go to uni together.

If she's your best mate, where were you when she had an accident last night and the police were called?

Um... Do you know something about Ziggy's drug overdose?

She was caning it down, like...

I only took a little bit.

-A little bit of what?

-PMA.

But, um, not as much as she took.

She was taking a lot.

It -- It's starting to wear off now.

So I feel a lot better.

Right.

So, at some point, I don't know, you took the drugs and then you -- you left?

-Or what happened?

-I felt really weird.

So I went outside to get some fresh air, and I thought the best thing to do was to -- to go home, to go back home to my halls.

-So... -STEELE: Okay.

Hannah, after this, I want you to go -right to the hospital, okay?

-No, I feel fine.

I feel fine.

STEELE: You've taken the same thing that Ziggy's taken.

-No, it's -- it's fine.

-She's really, really -- Look at me.

She's really, really unwell.

Okay?

Where did Ziggy get the drugs from that you two took?

I don't know.

Um...

Uh, maybe -- I don't know who.

Maybe someone off campus?

Forgive my directness.

Do you think your sister, Ziggy, was a regular drug user?

No, no.

How can you be so sure?

She's my sister.

-She's -- -She's a student?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

You were a student?

Yeah, I know -- I know what it's like, but she lives with me.

You know, I-I know her.

I see her every day.

Do you have any reason to believe that drugs might be back on your premises?

I know you had a big drug problem before.

I tell you what.

If I find...

If I find the person that gave my sister that shit... -I swear I'm gonna ki-- -Mr. Hawthorne.

Mr. Hawthorne.

Calm down.

Okay?

You need some rest, and you need to recover.

You've had a very, very serious head injury.

I know you're emotional, but I don't want you to make any rash decisions.

Anything you do know, I want you to call me.

I'll give my number to the nurse.

Call me or one of my colleagues, and we'll deal with this.

STEELE: Sarge?

Bad news.

Uniform found this guy dead in an alleyway.

His name is Tom Yeoman, and he's only 19.

WESTON: [ Sighs ] okay.

When his jacket pockets were turned out, they found a flier for the deejay night at the Green Pit and a wrap of white powder, which forensics have confirmed as PMA.

-WESTON: Shit.

-This is him.

Okay.

Two PMA overdoses -- one dead in the alleyway; one critical in hospital.

I got to ring the boss.

REPORTER: Police have named a young man found dead in an alleyway last night from a suspected drug overdose as 19-year-old Tom Yeoman.

Our thoughts are, of course, with Tom Yeoman's family following this tragedy.

The precise cause of Tom's death is yet to be established, but we do believe it is linked to a batch of the drug PMA.

If anyone has experienced any adverse effects from the drug, we would urge them to come forward and seek medical attention as soon as possible.

We are appealing to any, uh, witnesses to come forward in the case with any information as we do need to get this drug off the streets of East London.

Thank you so much for your time, ladies and gentlemen.

Toxicology reports.

Tom Yeoman's results are exactly the same as Ziggy Hawthorne's.

-So, drugs from the same source.

-Yeah, Boss.

That's, uh, Annalise down at forensics at the crime scene.

She said that the DNA on the cables of the CCTV recorder belong to Dave Mastings, head of security at the club.

Arrest him for theft as a kickoff.

And, uh, we'll search his premises.

Great.

WESTON: Okay.

[ Door opens ] Step up to the desk.

OFFICER: Do you understand why you've been arrested?

Check your property, then, please.

WESTON: Empty your pockets slowly.

[ Keys jingle ] How many keys do you have?

Do you deal drugs in the club, Dave?

No, I don't deal drugs in the club -- or anywhere else, for that matter.

BELLAMY: What about the CCTV?

You're in charge of the CCTV?

Yeah, that's correct.

'Cause the recorder's gone missing.

That's the first I've heard of it.

Really?

Well, no, I've not stolen the CCTV recorder.

Funny, because we got your fingerprints all over the cables that were removed from the back of it.

MASTINGS: I'm head of security in the club.

I work with that CCTV recorder every single day.

WESTON: You're always fiddling with the wires?

Well, it's a cheap kit.

Kirk, like, skimped out on it, so yeah.

I'm fiddling with the wires, turning it on, turning it off again, trying to reboot it, trying to get the bloody thing to work.

Pressing play, pressing stop, pressing fast-forward, rewind.

You'll find my fingerprints all over it.

You're a clever man, aren't you?

Always an answer for everything.

Who else are you talking to?

You're actually inquiring about people who come into the club?

Are you asking Ziggy's friend, Wakim?

-Have you talked to him?

-Don't worry.

We're -- We're keeping ourselves busy.

In fact, we are searching your house as we speak.

WESTON: Isn't it your job, as head of security... ...to stop drugs from coming into the club in the first place?

Yeah.

So we've got one dead... ...one girl in a critical condition in hospital.

You're ultimately responsible for that.

Yeah, which is why I've told you to ask Wakim.

We're not interested in Wakim.

You are responsible -- MASTINGS: Well, maybe you should be interested in Wakim.

He's in tight with the boss' sister.

So he comes into the club every single night.

He doesn't get patted down.

Him and Ziggy are allowed into my club without getting patted down.

Yeah, I'm head of security, and it infuriates me.

All right?

And this Wakim, he's a boxer.

He's not a prize fighter.

He doesn't earn thousands of pounds.

Yet he's showing up to my club every single night in a flash car, new clothes, nice new watches, bling, all this sort of stuff.

Where does he get the money from?

[ Punching bags thudding ] I hear that that bright, shiny Audi convertible outside belongs to you.

No, it's -- it's -- it's Ziggy's car.

Then why is it here?

'Cause she let me borrow it.

Okay.

Safe to assume you're insured.

Not -- Not yet.

I, uh, was really busy with work and training.

I haven't had time to insure it.

Why did Ziggy lend you her car?

Just to... ...build my profile as a boxer.

You know?

Need to get those title fights.

Need to start living that life.

Okay.

And what's your relationship with Ziggy?

Look, me and Ziggy are just friends.

Yeah?

-Just friends?

-Just friends.

She ain't my type of girl.

Don't like white girls.

Then why'd you hang around her so much?

'Cause she's a good laugh.

What's wrong with hanging around a girl?

STEELE: Sort out that insurance by the end of the day, or I'll come back and arrest you, all right?

-All right?

-Yes!

STEELE: Great.

See you later.

-Update, guys.

-[ Telephone rings ] I spoke to Tom Yeoman's friends.

Uh, they confirmed that they were in the Green Pit night club last night.

They say they were occasional drug users but didn't realize Tom had any on him.

He went to the loo about 11:30 and never came back.

They thought he was just...sharking.

-Sharking's the term they used.

-Really?

STEELE: J-Bomb knows what that is.

I haven't sharked in a long time.

BELLAMY: Tell the old lady what sharking is, please.

You've never been sharked?

Guys cruising around clubs looking for chicks.

BELLAMY: Yes, I have.

Right.

Yes, and...

Okay.

There's no evidence of Tom Yeoman leaving the club via the front door.

CCTV proves that.

Pathologist's initial report says the death happened any time between 11:30 and 2:00 a.m.

So, what's to say that the nightclub owners -- hear me out -- came into the toilets, found Tom Yeoman overdosed in one of the cubicles, take him out in order to maintain their reputation, -Mm-hmm.

-...put him in a car, -and dump him somewhere else.

-They had time.

Right.

After the last incident at the club.

No, I see what you mean.

STEELE: Hannah, do you recognize this man at all?

STEVENSON: No.

You didn't see him in the club last night?

He didn't come over and chat Ziggy up, anything like that?

STEVENSON: No.

She was with me the whole night.

Even when you went to the toilet?

Yeah, I mean, even if...

I don't know.

S-She only has eyes for Wakim, anyway.

She's obsessed with him.

What does that mean?

When I spoke to Wakim, he said there was nothing going on.

Well, there definitely is something going on.

They've been hanging out for ages.

She really likes him.

Do you think he could have sold her the drugs that you two took?

Oh, I don't know.

Even if -- Even if he did, she wouldn't tell me, I don't think.

I thought you two were best mates.

You go to the loo together.

Surely, you share everything.

Well, I know... she loves Wakim.

You definitely don't recognize him at all?

STEVENSON: No.

STEELE: Okay.

Thank you.

Okay, guys.

CCTV is in from the alley.

-WESTON: Oh, my God.

At last.

-STEELE: About bloody time, too.

-Right.

Let's have a look.

-WESTON: Yeah?

Yeah.

I've put it through.

-WESTON: I'll get it up.

-BELLAMY: Okay.

-Tell me when it's on.

-WESTON: Yeah.

WESTON: What's going on?

Here we go.

Do we have any angles on the rest of this street?

STEELE: No, I think it's just this one.

Where is it?

WESTON: Is this where I think it is?

This is Grintcross Street.

Ohh.

Tom Yeoman, man.

Taken out of the night club, dumped in the alleyway.

10 points -- Detective Sergeant Jack Weston.

Who do we reckon that is?

Kirk?

We won't know 'cause we're never going to get -- Off this quality, we're never going to get that plate.

STEELE: No make or model, either.

No.

Oh.

Oh, hang on there.

What's that brake light?

BELLAMY: Only one.

Look at that.

You know what?

Whoever's got the CCTV recorder from the club, they know what the bloody hell is going on, don't they?

Give me two seconds.

I'm just going to check something.

-STEELE: Where are you going?

-WESTON: Give me two seconds.

Fucking freezing down here.

Can I get Dave Mastings' property, please?

OFFICER: Sure.

Anytime today.

There a reason you're keeping that door open?

No, no.

I'll take the bag.

I'll take the bag.

Okay.

Sign for it.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

STEELE: Lima, Echo, Romeo, Bravo... WESTON: Boss?

This is Dave Mastings' belongings.

Um... Keys from the night club, all accounted for.

-STEELE: Thank you, thank you.

-WESTON: Personal keys... are all accounted for, except for one.

So maybe it is something to do with this gym membership card.

Locker.

-Bish, bash, bosh.

-Yeah?

Well done, Jack.

You should be a detective.

Thank you.

-I have just been -- -Did you hear that?

Just -- Just you wait.

I've just been through all of our key players with traffic.

Apparently, Kirk Hawthorne was issued with a vehicle defection notice 10 days ago for a defective brake light.

Boom.

My top team.

WESTON: Morning, Felicity.

Hey, Jacko.

Hey, boss.

Definitely Kirk Hawthorne's car.

Broken brake light.

And, well, a couple of chunks of puke in the back seat.

Yeah, well, presumably we'll discover that belonged to the victim.

Question is, who was driving?

[ Woman speaking indistinctly on P.A. ]

Kirk.

How are ya?

Fine.

Feeling okay?

Better.

Thank you.

And Ziggy?

I, um...

I haven't really seen her, but the doc said she's stable.

And you?

Can you stand?

-Yeah.

-Can you stand for me now?

-Mmm?

-Kirk Hawthorne?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of conspiracy to commit manslaughter and perverting the course of justice.

You don't have to say anything, though it may harm your defense if you fail to mention when questioned something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be used in evidence.

Do you understand?

KIRK: Can I get dressed?

Please?

Do you have a change of clothes?

-Uh, yes.

-You sure?

-Yes.

-Okay, you've got two minutes.

I'll be sitting here.

Don't go too far.

There's a young man, Tom, who suffered an overdose in your club.

He was then removed and taken to an alleyway.

He's dead.

Customer of yours.

Right?

Now a dead customer.

Could have been your sister, in fact, couldn't it?

KIRK: Okay, yeah, yeah.

Can you take them away now, please?

Your little sister, that could have been.

I'm pretty confident that forensics will prove that this lad was transported in your car.

KIRK: I've already told you I don't know anything about that.

That's your car, Kirk.

Well, yeah, I leave my keys in my office on my desk.

So any member of staff could have access to my car.

So... -STEELE: Hello, Guy.

-Hello.

STEELE: Do you recognize this man at all?

OLLERBURY: Uh, no, I don't think so.

STEELE: Not even from the club last night?

Oh.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah.

I may -- I may have served him last night, yeah.

STEELE: Did you see him, apart from that?

I don't think so.

Busy night.

Big bar.

Hmm.

Okay.

How long have you worked at the Green Pit?

Just a few weeks.

Five.

This is -- This is my fifth week now.

Uh, yeah.

Just after I got back from a little holiday.

Oh, where did you go?

OLLERBURY: Uh, to Switzerland.

-Oh?

-To Verbier.

Very nice.

I have no idea where that is, to be honest.

OLLERBURY: It's very beautiful.

Very good for snowboarding, which is why I was out there.

Okay.

Barmen obviously get paid way too much.

Actually, that's why I got the job.

Um... threw away all my student loan on it.

So, uh, I need the hours there.

That's a lot of money.

How long did you go for?

Just over three weeks.

It's very expensive, yeah.

-But worth it.

Worth it.

-Okay.

How's it going?

WESTON: Well, I'm still bloody waiting on a warrant to get into Dave's gym.

Thoughts on Guy?

[ Sighs ] He has expensive tastes.

I don't know who's worse, him or Wakim.

-[ Cellphone vibrates ] -Forensics come back on Kirk's car yet?

Two seconds.

Boss?

Yeah, I'm up on the roof.

Really?

Is that confirmed?

Okay, great.

I'll be down in two seconds.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

Guess whose fingerprints are on the steering wheel of Kirk Hawthorne's car?

-Kirk Hawthorne's?

-No.

Dave Mastings.

Finish the cigarette.

Let's go.

Big Dave?

Have you ever driven Kirk's car?

No.

How come your fingerprints are all over the steering wheel?

MASTINGS: Oh, yeah.

I moved the car a couple of weeks ago to make some room for the delivery.

We had a big lorry coming in.

The car was in the way.

So I moved Kirk's car for him.

Well, I'll make it my business to talk to that lorry driver.

Good.

Where's the CCTV, Dave?

No comment.

Your no comments aren't going to get you very far anymore 'cause I've got a warrant to search your locker at the gym.

What's in your locker, Dave?

Don't tell me -- "No comment."

[ Punching bags thudding ] [ Knock on door ] [ Bell rings ] Bingo.

Boss, it's me.

Got the CCTV recorder.

Same serial number and everything.

Dave Masting's our guy.

Okay, I'll be back in five minutes.

I want to show you something.

That you?

Driving Kirk's car?

Taking the body out of the back seat?

That kid's dead now.

BELLAMY: That one's a little unclear.

I've got something else to show you.

Might jog your memory.

Oh, look.

Who's that, Dave?

Have you got a twin brother?

No comment?

No comment?

No comment?

I'd like to see my solicitor.

"Kirk Hawthorne informed me about an O.D.

victim in the gents.

Kirk was panicking.

He did not want to lose his license and livelihood.

I know it is wrong, but I decided to take the victim from the nightclub via the fire door, and I drove him to an alleyway in Kirk's car.

The victim was still alive when I left him in the alleyway.

When I returned to the club, the bar manager informed me that Kirk Hawthorne had been assaulted.

I told him to phone an ambulance whilst I removed the CCTV recorder."

I hoped to identify the person or persons dealing drugs."

Did you not think to call an ambulance?

You could have saved that boy's life?

I intended to call an ambulance.

But when I got back to the club and Kirk had been assaulted, I got caught up in the mayhem of that, and I just forgot.

I'm sure that's going to be a real comfort to his parents.

I don't believe you when you say you knew nothing about Dave removing Tom from your club.

About a young man overdosing in your club.

Kirk!

Okay.

What we actually know is that Tom took drugs in your club.

Okay?

Number one.

We know that his body was dumped using your car.

Dave Mastings has given us a statement to say that you knew all about that.

He dropped you in it, Kirk.

Still gonna say you know nothing?

The kid's dead.

He's dead.

He died on your watch.

I'm s-- I'm sorry.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

I don't...

But I-I don't know where the drugs came from.

I have no idea.

Did you order Dave to take him out of the club?

-Is that a yes?

-Yeah.

WESTON: Was Tom dead before you even moved him?

I don't know.

Don't know.

I swear I don't know.

I didn't know.

I didn't think he was dead.

Don't say I don't look after my team.

-There you go.

-STEELE: Thank you.

WESTON: Your little public appeal worked.

BELLAMY: Did it?

There's two wraps with white powder in them left in the knife amnesty box this morning.

I've sent the men in forensics to see if they contain PMA.

Great.

Take a look at the wrappers for prints.

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

I don't think Wakim's our dealer, um, I had a look through Ziggy's credit-card statements.

There's a whole ton of transactions with expensive men's stores.

So it is her own money, but I do think he's taking Ziggy for a ride.

I had a look at Kirk's phone, just to see if there's anything from around the time that Tom was dumped in the alley.

None of that -- but a series of very interesting text messages between Kirk Hawthorne and Mr. Wakim Ahmed.

Remind me again of the relationship between you and Wakim?

You friends?

-Yeah.

-Well-wishers?

You say hello to each other on the street?

He's my sister's boyfriend.

That all?

-Yeah.

-You can tell me.

Are you lovers?

Do you sleep together?

Hmm?

Or are you fuck-buddies?

What is it?

What's the story?

I've seen the texts you've been sending each other.

The last two days, there's, what... five, six, seven, nine pages of texts between the two of you.

Um, last -- Um, "Me too.

I miss being with you so much."

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

I get it.

I get it.

-"I'm lonely.

I want you.

XX."

-Yes.

-Yes.

We fuck.

-"I wish I could tell everyone -about us."

-We're in a relationship.

-Great.

That was easy.

-Okay.

Brilliant.

-Yeah?

-Has that helped?

-Maybe.

-Really?

Does Ziggy know?

Read this.

Does Ziggy know?

KIRK: No, of course she doesn't know.

Why not?

-She's your sister.

-Yeah.

I've seen photos of the two of you.

You're very close.

-I tell my sister everything.

-Good for you.

Why didn't you tell your sister that you're gay?

My sister knows I'm gay.

Well, why didn't you tell your sister that you're sleeping with Wakim?

That you're fucking Wakim or he's fucking you?

Whatever, I don't know.

KIRK: Look, she's gonna forget all about Wakim.

She'll lose interest in no time.

Last month, it was Hannah.

This month, it's Wakim.

So... She...

If Wakim was actually interested in her, she would run a mile.

She's been that way ever since our parents died.

I get it.

I'm an asshole.

I'm fucking her boyfriend.

So, what?

I'm just wondering -- Could she have known?

No.

Are you sure?

[ Scoffs ] I-I guess.

What would she feel like if she did find out?

She'd be humiliated.

Wouldn't she?

Publicly?

Yeah?

Yeah, I guess so.

STEELE: So, Wakim, talk to me.

We have your phone and we have Kirk's phone and we've got text messages and picture messages between the two which pretty much confirm that you two are together.

Do you have anything to say?

I'm trying to find out who assaulted Kirk.

So tell me about this.

Tell me about the two of you.

WAKIM: What's there to say?

We just met through Ziggy, and... -Mm-hmm.

-...and it happened, didn't it?

STEELE: And does she know about it?

I'll take that as a no.

Boss, got those forensics back on those wraps.

Same fingermarks are present on all of the wraps.

None of those marks belong to Wakim, so he's not our dealer.

Only thing he was hiding -- fact that he had a boyfriend.

-Yeah.

-Right.

Charlie!

Listen, I know it's really boring.

Can you just trawl through all the CCTV from the club?

I want you to track what happened to Tom and Ziggy through the evening, okay?

[ Siren wails ] Found me something on Tom and Ziggy?

STEELE: Uh, nothing on Tom, but I've still got seven more cameras to go through.

But that lady in the white top is Hannah, going into the toilet.

And, in a minute, Ziggy Hawthorne also comes out of that main door onto the stairs.

-Come on.

-BELLAMY: Is that the main... STEELE: Yeah.

This is the stairwell that goes down.

There's Ziggy.

She goes into the loo.

And they're in there -- Let me fast-forward it.

They're in there for...

Here we go.

Right.

They come out and have a massive all-out barney on the stairs.

-BELLAMY: Yeah.

-STEELE: Yeah.

BELLAMY: Okay, they're talking about something.

It's pretty heated.

STEELE: Ziggy looks furious.

It looks more like she's having a go at her than anything else.

BELLAMY: Did Hannah mention anything about it?

No, nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

What did you two row about, Hannah?

Well, basically, I-I told her that night about what I found out about Kirk and Wakim.

How did you find out?

I saw them.

We were all having sort of, like, pre-drinks in the office.

Ziggy likes to have it as a sort of unofficial VIP area.

And we were all having drinks and me and Ziggy decided to go for a dance and I forgot my cigarettes.

So when I went back up to the office, I saw them together; I saw them kissing.

I managed to get a picture of it.

STEELE: When did this happen?

Um, about a week ago?

So you had that picture for a week and you knew for a week, and you didn't tell Ziggy until last night?

I had to because there was such bad tension in the group.

I can't -- I can't just... be normal with someone I know they're lying to my best friend.

And he didn't know I knew about it, but there was -- I just couldn't deal with him being there and lying like that.

So obviously he left, and Ziggy was really upset with me because she was saying, like, that basically why there was a tension and she thought something maybe was going on... so-- -Between the two-- -Yeah, yeah.

-between you and Wakim?

-She thought something was going on.

So we went to the toilets, and she was in such a state.

And I tried to show her the photo, but she was just having none of it.

So I said to her, like, "I'll text it to you.

You can look at it now, or you can look at it later."

And, yeah, she was -- she just flipped out.

The PMA was kicking in, and she just kicked off.

That's when she started to get a bit... -STEELE: Okay.

-STEVENSON: Yeah.

Uh, all right.

Since you've been in Kirk's office, I'm gonna need your fingerprints for elimination purposes.

-So I'll go and grab that kit.

-Um, if there's any possibility at all, I'd -- I'd love to be able to see Ziggy.

-Uh... -I know, obviously, -at the moment... -I mean, you'll have to ask -the nursing staff at hospital -OK. -and give them a call.

-It's worth a try.

But I'm just gonna need to take your fingerprints, So give me a sec, and I'll get my kit.

I've been through Ziggy's deleted text messages.

-[ Cellphone ringing ] -Hannah sent her that photo two minutes after they had the argument.

But she told me that she sent it while they were still in the toilet.

So either she's got her timings wrong, which is -not really plausible... -[ Knock on door ] ...or they argued about something else.

-BELLAMY: Yeah.

-The drug wraps.

We got a match on the prints.

Hannah Stevenson's the drug dealer.

Let's go talk to her.

STEELE: Fuck.

I just let her go.

WESTON: What?

I just let her go!

-We going?

-STEELE: Brilliant.

Thank you.

-Thank you.

-Hannah Stevenson.

She officially left the building in a hurry 10 minutes ago.

I know because her mobile signal has been picked up three streets away by live cell site.

[ Engine starts ] Okay, slow, slow.

All right.

Yeah.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Stop, stop.

Hannah Stevenson!

-Stop!

Stop!

-Get away from me!

STEVENSON: You are under arrest for conspiracy to supply... -Hannah!

Hannah!

-...if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

-Do you understand?

-Calm down, Hannah.

Calm down.

-STEELE: Do you understand?!

-STEVENSON: Yes!

Fucking hell.

Come on.

Okay.

Give me the bag.

Give me the bag.

I got both.

I got both.

Come on.

-You got her?

-STEELE: Why, Hannah?

Why run?

For fuck's sake.

Where you going in such a rush?

Yeah?

Okay, I got the door.

STEELE: Put the child lock on that side.

In.

WESTON: She in?

STEELE: Yeah, good.

Let's go.

Listen, I can't stay long, unfortunately, um, because I've got to dash down to forensics.

I want to have a quick word with them about fingermarks.

But you could probably save me a lot of time because guess where we found your fingermarks.

STEVENSON: Don't know.

WESTON: You know those little wraps?

Of drugs?

We found your fingermarks all over them.

How long have you been a drug dealer?

-I'm not a drug dealer.

-No?

'Cause you're being recorded.

Yes, I-I know I'm being recorded.

Microphones.

CCTV.

What magazines do you read?

STEVENSON: Anything, really.

Like...glossies.

I'm not a drug dealer.

WESTON: There should be no problem, then.

So I'm gonna go down to forensics and talk to them.

I hope you're not telling me a lie.

Hannah?

The lab has just come through with these.

These are the wrappers.

Um...

Put all the wrappers together, you get something that looks like a, I don't know, a winter photo -- a skiing trip, snowboarding trip?

Hannah look like the kind of girl who's a snowboarder?

BELLAMY: Don't know.

What do snowboarders look like?

The bar manager, Guy -- He said he'd taken the job after coming back from a really long snowboarding holiday.

Said he spent all his student loan on it.

-WESTON: Boss!

-Is that the financial report?

-STEELE: Yeah.

-What did you get?

Right.

Guy Ollerbury is paying off his debts on time and in small amounts, which is quite normal, but there is a bulk buy for aniseed oil commonly used for relieving muscular aches and pains but also in the manufacture of PMA.

-WESTON: Boom, boom.

-STEELE: Mm.

I decided to ring Guy's university.

Snowboarder Guy Ollerbury was "a prodigious but lazy chemistry student."

-STEELE: Is that a direct quote?

-Direct quote.

Quotations and everything.

Kicked off his course last year for stealing laboratory equipment.

BELLAMY: [ Gasps ] Hmm, little scientist.

WESTON: How long have you been manufacturing controlled drugs?

Guy?

I will warn you that is one of the most serious offenses going.

Okay?

The drugs that you created, the magic batch, has killed one guy.

Okay?

Another girl's critical in hospital.

She might not make it.

She probably won't.

Okay?

Because of you.

I never intended to sell it.

It wasn't my idea.

I just -- I made it for my personal use, and that was it.

-WESTON: Personal use?

-It was Hannah's idea.

She... Hannah wanted to sell it.

It was never my idea.

She wanted the -- the money.

Once Wakim came along, Ziggy dropped Hannah like that.

You know, she used to lavish all these gifts on her, all those watches and all that, you know.

Um...Hannah missed that, and she -- she wanted the money and she told me it would be a good idea to -- to -- to sell it.

WESTON: Okay, so you've thrown, essentially, your entire life away... ...based on a good idea?

What the fuck are you doing, making drugs?

Hannah's not like anyone else I've met.

She was interesting.

She was interested in me.

And she was funny, and she...liked me.

And I probably shouldn't have listened to her, but I did.

STEELE: Hannah, we've got some CCTV of you from inside the club last night.

Remember when I spoke to you earlier and I showed you that picture of -- I didn't say his name -- of a guy called Tom and you said, "No, I've never seen him before.

He didn't chat to Ziggy.

He didn't chat to me."

That was a lie, wasn't it?

Because that's you and that's him.

That's you handing him something.

So you have seen him before.

And you have spoken to him.

I don't understand why it's just me in the situation when Guy goes into the club every day and he brings things in with him.

There's no one to check him.

He goes in every morning to bottle up and no one -- no one here is pointing the finger at him.

He's told us that you brought them in.

Well, then that's not true.

Is that not you handing something to Tom?

Hannah, what did you and Ziggy really argue about?

Because it wasn't about the text.

No comment.

WESTON: Jesus.

I... STEELE: [ Scoffs ] Really?

STEVENSON: I don't have anything more to say.

Okay.

In which case, I'll tell you what I think, shall I?

I think that Ziggy was pissed off you were dealing drugs in her brother's club -- which had been closed because of a drugs incident -- which he was trying so hard to keep open, and that you, rather than sending that text as such a concerned friend and, "I really care about you and Wakim's really messing you about," you sent it to her to distract her.

No?

-Right.

-Hannah... stop wasting our time.

Your fingerprints are all over the wraps.

-I have nothing more to say.

-We have you, and you can make this a lot easier for yourself if you start telling us the truth.

I don't have anything more to say.

When you're making wraps for drugs, your fingerprints, like yours are... Look here.

Look at it.

All over, fiddling, everywhere.

-You've made your point.

-Hmm?

-You've made your point.

-You wrapped those drugs.

You brought those drugs into the nightclub.

Tom Yeoman's dead because of you.

Okay?

Do you want to change your statement?

No comment.

-STEELE: She is a dick.

-WESTON: Yeah.

STEELE: One man dead, your best friend in hospital, and all you have to say is "No comment."

WESTON: Motive?

-Money?

-Bingo.

I just got forensics back on the whiskey bottle.

-WESTON: Yeah?

-They found blood on the glass.

WESTON: The bottle we found by Ziggy?

BELLAMY: Yeah, that's the one.

Mr. Hawthorne, there's been a development in the case.

I just felt it was up to me to come down and talk to you.

It appears it was your sister that assaulted you.

She was the one holding the bottle.

It's come to light that she knows about your relationship with Wakim.

Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne.

STEELE: Who's she on the phone to?

Hospital.

BELLAMY: Appreciate that.

Thank you.

WESTON: Okay, look busy.

[ Clears throat ] STEELE: How's Ziggy?

-She's regained consciousness... -STEELE: Okay.

...but she's suffered brain damage.

Serious brain damage.

So the prognosis isn't good.

Oh.