Identity (2010): Season 1, Episode 1 - Second Life - full transcript
Former undercover cop John Bloom joins Martha Lawson's team,who specialize in identity theft. He meets Justin Curtis, a former war hero who has attempted suicide after being accused of running over Audrey Byrne,a woman he claims not to know. Justin persists in his story that a man he calls 'Smith' stole his identity,cleared out his bank account and caused his marriage to collapse. Bloom is cynical,notably when the team's computer whizz Tessa finds evidence that Curtis and Audrey Byrne were in the same service station but Martha is more sympathetic,especially after meeting John Tudor,who says his identity was stolen by a man who framed him for murder. Bloom gets Curtis to admit he is a closet gay cheating on his wife. He,Tudor and another identity theft victim who killed herself were all having affairs and the link is a clinic with which all had dealings. Bloom checks out the clinic and finds 'Smith' is a man who,in the light of his own experiences,wages war on those he believes are being unfaithful.
Help me ! Help me !
What are you waiting for ?
Somebody help me !
Mr Curtis ?
I need to get my colleague
to a hospital.
Do I have your permission to move him ?
I know you served in Iraq, Mr Curtis.
I know you know all about
fallen comrades.
H... Help me !
Thank you.
There's something you need to know.
I'm not responsible. For any of it.
I haven't run anyone over.
I haven't rented any houses or cars
or bloody yachts.
I didn't even shoot your constable.
I-I pulled the trigger, but he shot him.
Do you understand ?
It's Smith. It's all Smith !
I understand. It's all Smith.
No, you just want me to put the gun
down.
Target down ! Move forward !
Identity - 1x01
"Past Life"
He seems to be fine, sir.
I don't think he particularly likes
having a boss, but,
you know, we... we talk.
You talk ?
Why the sudden concern
about DI Bloom, sir ?
Well, those cagey bastards at SA10
have finally coughed up his file.
He was undercover for 15 years
straight. Unheard of.
Barely done a day's work
as a regular plod.
That figures. Anything else ?
Two years ago he was shot.
Nearly killed.
You didn't talk about that ?
No, sir.
As Dublin money launderer Brendan Shea,
Bloom became a bagman
in the Turkish Mafia.
Dug up more on European heroin
routes than all of Custom & Excise.
- Who shot him ?
- Unknown.
Beat him. Burnt him. Shot him.
Looking for half a million
he didn't have.
God.
He's damaged goods, Martha.
If we'd known this,
we'd have thrown him back.
If he was dead wood, I'd be the first...
You made the Identity Unit happen.
If things go tits up, I sign the cheque.
Still, pretending to be someone else
for all this time
makes him a bloody expert
at spotting identity thieves.
That's exactly the way I see it, sir.
Well, if he works out, great.
If he doesn't, promise me
you won't try and fix him.
A gunman was shot non-fatally
this morning by SO19.
His name is Justin Curtis.
A decorated Guards Officer,
he started a management consultancy
after he was injured in Iraq in 2004.
Police went to question him
about the hit-and-run in Highgate
of Audrey Byrne, 37,
which left her in ICU.
I'm going to have to call you back,
babe. My unwanted admirer's back.
The neighbour saw everything,
took down the number
of the fleeing Range Rover.
Wich proved to be a lease car
registered to Curtis.
Which he paid for with his credit card,
verified with his driving licence,
a transaction he vehemently denies.
So vehemently, he opened fire on
a 22-year-old Detective Constable.
Curtis claims to have been the victim
of an identity thief called Smith
for the past six months.
Wish we'd got to this one earlier.
Can anyone at the lease company
identify Curtis as Curtis ?
On request they dropped the car off
and pushed the keys through the door.
Welcome to the 21st century.
If your credit's good,
you can live your whole life
without meeting a soul.
There was GPS in the Range Rover, but,
it was manually deactivated,
so we can't track its location.
Disabling modern GPS
without disabling the car,
it takes some doing.
Bloom?
I'm with Anthony.
Why are we helping out
this would-be cop-killer scumbag ?
Excuse me? I didn't say that.
It was Sunday morning when
the police questioned Curtis, right ?
- Right.
- It says he's got a wife and two kids.
- Where were they ?
- Dunno good question.
Also, when Curtis was in the Guards,
he was in Communications, so,
he'd know all about GPS.
Sophie moved in with her parents
a month ago.
- And she took your kids with her ?
- Yeah.
Smith sent my secretary
a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes
and mailed my wife the receipt.
A pair of shoes ?
That's all it took
to sink your marriage ?
No, no, that would be the strain.
That would be the 400 grand
he ran up in my name.
That would be the living hell
that he turned my life into,
only no-one wants to help or listen.
Including your wife...
That's got to smart.
We'll listen, Justin.
And if we believe you,
we might even be able to help you.
It's too late.
He's won.
That's not the spirit, Colonel.
I'm just curious, OK ?
When you came round, were you thinking,
"Oh, shit, I'm still here," or,
or, "Thank God,
it was only a cry for help" ?
- Do you recognise this man?
- No, I don't think so.
Well, we know that Audrey lived
alone, but what about boyfriends ?
Look, I'm sorry, I liked Audrey, but...
I didn't really know her.
Do you think that she might have
recognised the driver ?
Maybe. I mean, it wasn't like
Audrey was in the way.
He deliberately ran her over !
If she comes out of this coma,
will she remember ?
I've never met Audrey Byrne.
I've never even heard of her,
so why would I run her over ?
An alibi would help there.
I went to see a couple of films.
Where ?
- The Rex in Greenwich.
- What, like two films ?
Yes. Monday. It's half-price.
Since Sophie left, I go most weeks.
So you were alone for five or six hours?
That's why he chose Monday.
- Smith's clever like that.
- How did you pay ?
Always cash now.
It's a terrible alibi, isn't it ?
Well, we can check CCTV at the cinema.
Come on, Justin.
Who is he ?
Someone hates you enough
to wreck your marriage,
- frame you for a hit-and-run.
- What, I must have an inkling ?
- Like a best guess ?
- Yeah.
That's what my wife says.
- And ?
- I don't.
I don't have the first idea who he is.
That's why I call him Smith.
You are what you eat,
but you're also what you spend.
I used card transactions
and cash withdrawals
to yield a temporal map
of her recent history,
bolstered by Oyster card, railcard,
congestion charge and parking fine
data to name but four.
Personally, I think it's outrageous
that we know all this crap.
Why? If you've nothing to hide,
you've nothing to worry about.
Audrey Byrne's electronic footprints
over the last three months.
Mainly confined to the Highgate area
where she lived
with weekly trips to Westfield
in Shepherd's Bush,
God, she can shop...
and one night in a pricey hotel
in Dorset,
which was a wedding, judging by the...
- Any overlap with Curtis ?
- Hang on. Let me show off.
and the Gaultier frock
she bought the day before...
Curtis's spending is wild, but it's
all online - card-not-present stuff.
- If it is his spending.
- Well, exactly
Tellingly, he's been using cash
only in supermarkets
and service stations lately.
How do you track cash payments ?
Because it all goes on the Nectar
card and...
drum roll, please,
that is how I am able to put
Audrey Byrne and Justin Curtis
in the same service station
on the North Circular three weeks ago,
less than 10 minutes apart.
So, either Curtis is bloody unlucky...
Or he was stalking her.
Caution. Handle with care.
- Suicide risk ?
- Liar.
Why would someone demonstrably
suicidal want to lie ?
People fabricate death.
Why not an identity thief ?
Save you the hassle of disappearing,
plus generate
enough sympathetic headlines.
- The insurers are bound to cough up.
- Read the file properly.
Curtis's business was 300 grand in
the black before he was targeted.
Justin Curtis saved a man's life
in Iraq.
Carried him on his back for 30
miles. I read that part of the file.
And ?
And someone clones his credit card,
he falls
to pieces and puts a gun
to his own head ?
That's a slight distortion of the facts.
He's a survivor, Martha, plus...
his alibi stinks.
Tessa ?
GPS in the Range Rover
was reactivated at 5am this morning.
On or under the Westway.
CCTV heaven.
SOCO says don't quote him,
but there's blood in the grille.
And the car park attendant confirms
it wasn't here last night.
So unless Curtis sneaked past
the armed guard,
drove out here
and got back in time for us...
That's him off the hook.
- You think that's too easy ?
- No, I like easy.
What about the near-miss
at the service station ?
It's 10 minutes apart.
I just call that a miss.
So we're only here
because we were led here.
No prints anywhere you'd expect.
Steering wheel, gearstick,
door handle wiped clean.
- Then he forgets about the blood.
- So what did they find ?
Boarding pass down the back seat
from June 2007.
But the car was only leased
to Curtis three months ago.
- Tessa, please tell me you got CCTV !
- Not exactly.
Is there some kind of screen or gel
on the windscreen ?
Yeah, there is. How did you know ?
See it yourself.
I've forwarded you a link.
Well, Smith exists...
and he doesn't like having
his photograph taken.
Smith was careful and disciplined.
He opened 12 credit cards
in Curtis's name,
but used a different address each time.
- 12 different addresses ?
- Yeah. I've been to half of them -
big, dodgy apartment blocks, communal
halls where the mail gets dumped.
And so dispersed, I can't make
a guess where he lives.
And Smith exploited
Curtis's good credit rating
to run up 500 grand worth of debts
in seven months.
He also bought shares
in stricken Japanese bank LLB
the day after the well-publicised
suicide of its founder.
- At least he's got a sense of humour.
- He's a hoot.
Wait till somebody cleans out
your bank account.
He also rented, but he didn't use,
a house in Notting Hill
and flats in St John's Wood and Mayfair.
So he'd need multiple ID's
for the rentals ?
Cloned driving licence,
stolen utility bills
and a copy
of Curtis's birth certificate.
Nobody gets this good without practice.
Jose, go over
every wholesale identity theft
over the past three years,
- Excluding blanket organised frauds.
- Right.
How did he get the utility bills ?
He redirected Curtis's mail to a PO Box,
but then forwarded it all promptly
so he wouldn't twig.
Identity theft is like housebreaking.
Once you're in, and a mother's
maiden name can be all you need
everything inside is yours.
Data begets data, facts yield facts,
passwords unlock passwords.
So if we can track where he broke in,
it'll tell us something about Smith !
- That's a big if.
- And he never used these residences.
- Yeah, we do.
- So he's not in it for the money.
It's not Curtis's bank he's trying
to break, but Curtis.
He doesn't want his identity,
he wants his soul.
And Curtis has no idea who he is ?
The Identity Unit ?
Where were you when the storm broke ?
No-one's sorrier than I am we didn't
hear about this case earlier,
but we're urgently looking for
the man your husband calls Smith.
So you actually believe he exists now ?
Absolutely.
Is that a relieved smile
or a guilty smile ?
It's an "I can't believe you're finally listening
when it's too bloody late" smile.
A guilty smile, then. You had doubts ?
- What ?
- It's OK, you can tell us.
I just thought adversity brought
people together.
I have absolutely no idea
what he's talking about.
You moved out, Sophie.
You didn't stand by your man.
Where were you when the storm broke ?
Getting TLC from Mum and Dad
with the kids for company
while Justin was here, mediating
between his whisky and a gun.
He wouldn't let me in.
He had to deal with this on his own.
So it was nothing as trivial
as him sending his secretary
a pair of shoes ?
That wasn't Justin. That was him!
Who ?
Yes.
You can't say it, can you ?
It was all a bit too weird,
wasn't it, Justin giving him a name ?
Had a whiff of obsession, delusion.
Made you wonder, somewhat
disloyally, whether he had lost it,
whether Justin and Smith
were the same person.
I don't know where he goes or what he
does. He says he needs thinking time,
head space for his business.
All my girlfriends think there's
another woman. I know it's not that.
And, yes, I know how naive that sounds.
And you think that's where he met
Smith ?
In his other life ?
Maybe...
I don't know.
I don't know what to think any more.
I ran the number from the boarding pass
that you found in the Range Rover.
Enough to access the frequent-flyer
account - no password required -
and from there to identify
the passenger as John Tudor,
a senior NHS lawyer
of 34 Beech Drive, Richmond.
And did I mention that he's a veggie
and his onboard paper of choice
is The Independent ?
OK, next time I'm taking the train !
But his account's been dormant
since 2007.
Did you just say John Tudor ?
I just took him off my shortlist of
possible other victims.
What was he on it for ?
Well, throughout 2007,
John Tudor filed complaints about
an unknown identity thief
renting houses, cars and yachts
in his name.
Yachts? And you took him off ? Why ?
Because he's in prison for murder.
Paralegal Alice Fielding was found
stabbed to death in the shag pad
she and Tudor shared, and his semen
was found, you know, internally.
That was her place up there.
About a week before she was killed,
my sister called me in tears
because John wanted to give up the
flat. Suddenly couldn't afford it.
She saw it as confirmation ?
He'd never give up his wife and kids
for a younger model ?
Look, my sister wasn't
some jealous home-wrecker.
She had a life beyond John.
She was about to become a lawyer !
He meant no offence. No-one's
judging your sister. Far from it.
Thank you.
No surprise they haven't managed
to lease it since.
Why could he suddenly not afford
the rent? Must have had a reason.
John was the victim
of an identity thief.
A guy cloned his cards, ran up
huge debts on houses he never used,
holidays he never went on.
What's going on ?
I-Is John appealing ?
What made you think
he killed your sister ?
No-one else knew
about the apartment, except me.
- No-one else knew she'd be here.
- Really ?
Well, in my experience, people's secrets
are never half as secret as they think.
You don't have to know someone
to kill them.
Don't ever try and undermine me
in front of a witness again !
"Your sister messed with a married
man. She got her comeuppance."
- That's what you were basically saying.
- I did not anything of the sort.
- It's what you think.
- That's no-one's business.
It seeps out !
Now she felt like you were judging
her sister. We needed her to like us.
OK, yeah.
I think Alice Fielding was greedy,
selfish and partly
the author of her own misfortune.
- Listen to you, Mr Fire and Brimstone !
- What,
I have values,
ergo I'm an Old Testament zealot ?
People's private lives are just that.
She didn't have a one-night stand !
She set up home with a father-of-three !
- That's his bad, not hers.
- But does that preclude
me feeling deep regret that a 29 year
old's life was brutally cut short ?
Don't be so bloody simplistic.
What the hell does "ergo" mean ?
He knew our routine, our habits.
He knew that we would've had sex
and he knew we were moving out.
I'm sorry, Mr Tudor,
but how could you...
No. Don't ask how with him.
Just accept that he knows everything.
Accept that he watches you
when you sleep.
Accept it, embrace it and then,
only then, do you have a chance.
Do you know my lawyer won't even
discuss this with me any more.
He thinks that if someone hates me
to frame me for murder...
- You must know who they are ?
- Exactly.
- But you don't ?
- No.
I don't have a clue.
He knows who I am, all right.
Do you know the first thing he bought
after he cloned my credit card?
- A telescope.
- "I'm watching you."
Yeah. He saw everything.
He saw me in the round.
A weak, greedy middle-aged man
trying to have it all.
Scrambling between his work,
his lover, his family, lying, lying.
He saw it all.
Knowledge is power...
and he knows everything.
He used to do little things to show
me, you know, right up until the end,
like... like, erm, like throwing paint
on me
so I'd have to go back
inside the apartment.
It was Farrow & Ball, olive.
It was the exact mix of paint
that Alice had been using
to touch up the walls
so that we could get our deposit back.
He wanted it to look like
you had a fight.
Alice throws paint over you because
she's upset about leaving the flat,
- You stab her in a heat of moment rage.
- Now you're catching on.
We think the man who stole
your identity also targeted this man.
We think he used a vehicle
registered in Curtis's name
to try and kill this woman.
I'm sorry, I-I don't know
either of them, but,
I'll swap you.
Nicole White. Professor Nicole White.
Ex-Vice Principal of Queen Katherine
College, University of London.
I think she was his victim too.
- We'll talk to her.
- Good luck.
She committed suicide last year
in Eastfield Secure Unit.
We pulled the Nicole White file, and
she could well have been
one of Smith's earlier victims.
She hanged herself in a secure unit
while being evaluated for the CPS.
The CPS ?
She stood accused of stealing a baby
found in the boot of a car
rented in her name.
Let me guess,
a car she knew nothing about.
White was a married,
further-education high-flyer
when she got pregnant
by an undergraduate.
She became depressed
after terminating the pregnancy
and had counselling.
But her problems
were only just beginning.
She found herself battling
an identity thief
who ran up thousands of pounds worth
of debt in her name, and then
twisted the knife by sending evidence
of the pregnancy to her husband.
Just back up.
What do we have concretely linking her
to the car that the baby was found in ?
Two lots of her DNA - a screwed-up
tissue with blotted lipstick
and cigarette butts in the ash tray.
Both of which Smith could have got
from her rubbish. Who alerted the police ?
An anonymous caller
who never came forward?
Right and right.
Emergency, which service do you require ?
I'm not sure.
Unless I'm going mad, I think
I can hear the sound of a baby
coming from the boot of a car
at Monument, Pudding Lane.
- Can I have your name ?
- Sorry I gotta go. Send someone quick.
Audrey Byrne had better wake up
with her memory intact.
Let's not forget that we only got
to Nicole White through Tudor
and we only got to Tudor because of
a boarding pass left in a car
painstakingly wiped clean of forensics.
- He's leading us by the nose.
- That is a cheering thought !
- What do you suggest we do about it ?
- I don't know.
Maybe talk to Curtis again.
He's definitely holding something back
with his six-hour cinema alibi.
- Why do you want him to be guilty ?
- Why do you want him to be innocent ?
You hoping Mrs Curtis
won't take him back ?
Go on, get it. I won't eavesdrop.
Soon. It's top of my to-do list.
Leave it with me. I'll call you back.
Who's that, your girlfriend ?
No.
Sorry, I didn't mean to...
It's Audrey Byrne.
Was Audrey alone when she died ?
I can't understand it.
She was stable.
What is it ?
The injection port in the triple lumen.
We'd never leave it open like that.
Security.
He's coming from her bed
approximately 25 minutes
before we lost vital signs.
And ?
And I have absolutely no idea
who that is.
Tests will confirm,
but the hospital think he put potassium
chloride into her saline drip,
- inducing a massive heart attack.
- Potassium chloride ?
- You can't buy that in Boots.
- No, you can't.
Check pharmaceutical suppliers
for break-ins and stock shortages.
He probably just slipped
some lab technician 20 quid !
Smith is approximately six foot,
but given his weird gait
and everything we know about him,
I can't discount he's wearing lifts
in his shoes.
- Facial mapping ?
- Sorry, need a face for that.
Bloom ?
So, what do we have to go on ?
If you wish to question my wife again,
please give notice
so we can have a solicitor present.
Like that, is it ?
Is the real Justin Curtis
ever going to stand up ?
You face down Saddam's finest and
some seriously nasty
reconstructive surgery,
then someone rips off your credit card,
and you just can't take it any more !
Or maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe when you put that gun
in your mouth, you were just showboating.
You knew the sniper would land you
a non-fatal injury, make you a victim.
- 2 inches to left, it would've killed me.
- Calculated risk.
- Are you calling me a coward ?
- I'm calling you a big, fat girl's blouse.
Why ?
Does that offend what's left
of the war hero in here?
Don't you say another bloody word.
So you are proud of your military
record, then ?
- For the record.... That you're lying.
- What is your problem ?
And that lie is a block
we can't get past.
Where do you lead
your other life, Justin ?
Come on.
We've all got one.
Just give it up now and you might
still save the first life.
- I've read about your heroism, Justin.
- Don't mock me !
With half a pound of shrapnel
in your side, you carried
a comrade 30 miles
through enemy territory.
That's the real Justin Curtis !
Smith could never steal his identity,
not with all the data in the world.
He could never bring that man
to his knees.
But something did.
You just want me to put the gun down.
Robert Cannon.
Robert Cannon brought me to my knees.
Sergeant Robert Cannon ?
The man you saved ?
The man you carried for 30 miles ?
I promised him that if we survived,
if we made it home... we would be together.
Right.
Right.
Except I didn't follow through.
I bottled it.
I'm not cool... being gay.
I'm not OK with it.
It's not me.
- And yet...
- And yet,
I suppose you can't argue
with a hard-on.
Tell me more about Robert.
Robert gets the scraps,
the time when I'm not with my family,
when I'm not running my business.
And how does he feel about that ?
He resents it bitterly,
and he goes off the rails to let me
know how much he resents it.
Smith knows about Robert.
He is punishing you for Robert.
- What ?
- The other two victims were like you,
professional family types
with a bit on the side.
- It's the bit on the side he hates.
- Why does he care ?
Never mind about why, it's how,
how that's gonna catch him -
how he picked you and settled on
you three, how he had a head start
on your personal
and financial histories.
I think that you've spent money
on something that revealed
your other life to Smith.
Come on, Justin.
About... 18 months ago,
Robert staged a spectacular protest
of promiscuity.
- In the end, I insisted on an AIDS test.
- Where ?
The Wilton Health Centre
on Harley Street.
You paid ? Excuse me.
Tessa, Nicole White had an abortion
at a private clinic.
Please tell me it was
the Wilton Health Centre !
No, afraid not.
Walbrook Private Hospital in Kent.
Shit. There must be some connection
parent company, something.
We need to speak to John Tudor
ever did any freelance legal work
outside the NHS.
The only commonality I can find
is Modular Health plc,
which is, and I quote,
"The UK's leading network solutions
provider for the healthcare industry,
including patient eligibility,
adjudication of services,
claims processing
and drug and equipment procurement."
A goldmine of data, rich and strange,
plus easy access to potassium chloride.
Thanks Tessa.
Which part of "If Bloom calls in,
let me know" didn't you understand ?
He thinks he knows
how Smith picks his victims.
- Go on.
- He wants us to re-interview John Tudor
and check out a company called
Modular Health plc in Wapping.
- Anthony, get your coat.
- Shouldn't we find out...
Just get your coat.
Have you ever done any legal work
outside the NHS ?
Not very much. I did some countersuing
work for the Harbour Clinic in Chelsea.
Was there anything unusual about
how you were compensated for that ?
I suppose so. I had my fees paid into
an account in Alice's name.
That's Alice Fielding, your lover ?
That's right.
So you could pay rent on the flat
without your wife knowing out ?
Basically, yes.
Right, well, thank you
for your co-operation.
Wait ! Do you know who the guy is ?
Do you have him ? Do you know who...
Harbour is part of the same group
as the Wilton Health Centre.
Modular Health takes care of all
their payments, including staff.
So Smith probably works
or worked for Modular Health.
Well done.
This is excellent work, DI Bloom.
OK, here's the bad news.
Modular Health have 2,700 staff
nationwide
and sub-contract out half their IT.
If we want to pick Smith
out of that lot,
we'll need more than
a scratchy voiceprint.
You said Smith's leading us
by the nose. Expand.
Dumping the Range Rover exonerated
Curtis for the hit-and-run.
Leaving the boarding pass cast doubt
on Tudor's conviction for murder.
You think he's drip-feeding us information,
but really is distracting us ?
- Maybe.
- From what ?
- What doesn't he want us to see ?
- No idea.
The thing that doesn't fit, I suppose.
Well, at least two of Smith's
victims were guilty of infidelity.
Nicole White, she's framed for a crime
she looked uniquely capable
of committing, snatching a baby.
Ditto John Tudor. He killed
his now-unwanted lover
in a secret location
no-one else knew about.
- Justin Curtis...
- Justin Curtis doesn't fit.
He's had an on-off relationship
with his ex-Army lover Robert Cannon
since 2004.
- Oh, now you tell us !
- Sorry.
It's just that the hit-and-run
of Audrey Byrne...feels wrong.
What, so whatever Smith set Curtis up for
should have exposed his sexuality ?
The punishment should have fitted
the perceived crime.
What, like a murdered rent boy
in his garage?
Exactly.
All of them were unfaithful,
but maybe Smith wanted Audrey
dead for his own reasons.
I wonder if she was fooling around
as well.
Her neighbour said she thought Audrey
might have recognised the driver.
That's what he couldn't afford us to see.
And why he couldn't risk
her waking up for the coma.
Well, you were right.
Audrey Byrne's money was left to her
by her boss Joe Coulson,
a millionaire builder from Guildford
who died 10 years ago.
When he died, his widow
and his 14-year-old son Peter
had a very nasty surprise
after the funeral.
Not only was he sleeping
with his secretary Audrey Byrne,
he also left her all his money.
Coulson's widow Valerie was dead
by Christmas.
Cause of death, liver failure.
- What about the son ? Peter ?
- He dropped out of school after GCSE's
and after that, absolutely nothing.
No record.
Not one single National Insurance
payment.
When his mum died, he was a juvenile.
There must have been
a court-appointed guardian.
That'll be Coulson's younger sister,
Ursula.
To outsiders, my brother's decisions
seemed callous, but,
Audrey made him happy.
He wanted to honour that.
What about honouring
his wife and son ?
Once Valerie had her precious baby,
she stopped caring about my brother.
I had to wash and iron his shirts.
- Peter and his mother were close ?
- Joined at the hip.
The shyest boy you ever met,
except when Mummy was around.
So it wasn't the best day of your
life when you were made his guardian ?
I tried...
I really tried, but...
..Peter was one of those people who
was, who was there but not there,
if you know what I mean.
To be honest, he gave me the creeps.
You'd turn around and he'd suddenly
be standing there, watching you,
without a hint of shame.
Do you ever hear from him ?
Birthdays or Christmas ?
A solitary letter
in which he said his father
and Audrey had destroyed his life,
and that I'd colluded with them.
A few days later my brother...
What ?
Go on, Ursula.
Somebody dug up and dismembered
his...
..body. They scattered it
around the graveyard.
I sent the police straight to Peter,
but they couldn't find him.
Peter Coulson was 16
when this picture was taken,
so what does he look like at 24 ?
This is him at 16.
This is what he might look like
eight years on.
That's Alan Hall. Freelance systems
analyst. Best we ever had.
To be honest,
he still looks more like that.
He's a youthful 24 ?
He's...a one-off, is Alan.
We only get him back
when the shit hits the fan.
- Back ? From where ?
- He went off to uni.
Christ knows what
they're going to teach him.
Do you have an address for him?
Yeah, a couple actually.
I had to bike him a package urgently
a few months ago
and he gave me a different address
to the one we had on file.
Then that's the one we want.
- Which one is it today ?
- Excuse me ?
My husband and I foster 11 children.
We're used to the knock.
He's not in trouble ?
- And where is Simon today ?
- At school.
Nose to the grindstone.
- He's got his mock As next week.
- Oh, yeah, of course he has.
A man of 24 hiding in a school ?
Are you thinking what I'm thinking ?
No. He's recouped his inheritance,
now he just wants his childhood back
He's got a study period, so knowing
Simon, he'll be in the library.
Right, well, we'll take it from
here. Thanks.
Excuse me ? Simon ?
- Are you OK ?
- Go !
No running !
Out the way !
Shit. Sorry.
Move ! Move ! Move it !
Peter !
My name's not Peter.
When lifers get out,
the prison shrink tells them
the same thing 100 different ways.
"They can't get it back."
Someone else is living
at their house,
screwing their wife,
bringing up their kids.
You can't punish every faithless
bastard in this town.
The time has passed
and railing against it will just eat
you up...
like cancer.
Nothing's eating me up.
- I've got plenty of time.
- Not if you want to go on as a schoolboy.
- I can be whoever I want to be.
- What's next ? Primary school ?
You know the difference between me
and every other loser in this city?
I'm free.
Free as a bird.
When you get out,
you remember what I told you.
You can't get it back.
Nice work, Officer.
Bloody hell ! Brendan !
Well, it's good to see you too,
Atif.
It's a birthday party. Come on.
- And a farewell.
- Oh, yeah ? For who ?
All of us. Some bastard
has given the boss up to the police.
How long can a chicken run around
with no head ?
I'll be back.
Brendan !
I'm sorry, Halit.
My wife always talks about your stay
with us.
"How is Prince Brendan ?", she say.
"I don't know," I say.
"He just disappear."
Then extend that apology to Alara.
- And to you too, of course, Adile.
- Excuse me, Brendan.
Adile !
Your uncle is here.
What are you waiting for ?
Somebody help me !
Mr Curtis ?
I need to get my colleague
to a hospital.
Do I have your permission to move him ?
I know you served in Iraq, Mr Curtis.
I know you know all about
fallen comrades.
H... Help me !
Thank you.
There's something you need to know.
I'm not responsible. For any of it.
I haven't run anyone over.
I haven't rented any houses or cars
or bloody yachts.
I didn't even shoot your constable.
I-I pulled the trigger, but he shot him.
Do you understand ?
It's Smith. It's all Smith !
I understand. It's all Smith.
No, you just want me to put the gun
down.
Target down ! Move forward !
Identity - 1x01
"Past Life"
He seems to be fine, sir.
I don't think he particularly likes
having a boss, but,
you know, we... we talk.
You talk ?
Why the sudden concern
about DI Bloom, sir ?
Well, those cagey bastards at SA10
have finally coughed up his file.
He was undercover for 15 years
straight. Unheard of.
Barely done a day's work
as a regular plod.
That figures. Anything else ?
Two years ago he was shot.
Nearly killed.
You didn't talk about that ?
No, sir.
As Dublin money launderer Brendan Shea,
Bloom became a bagman
in the Turkish Mafia.
Dug up more on European heroin
routes than all of Custom & Excise.
- Who shot him ?
- Unknown.
Beat him. Burnt him. Shot him.
Looking for half a million
he didn't have.
God.
He's damaged goods, Martha.
If we'd known this,
we'd have thrown him back.
If he was dead wood, I'd be the first...
You made the Identity Unit happen.
If things go tits up, I sign the cheque.
Still, pretending to be someone else
for all this time
makes him a bloody expert
at spotting identity thieves.
That's exactly the way I see it, sir.
Well, if he works out, great.
If he doesn't, promise me
you won't try and fix him.
A gunman was shot non-fatally
this morning by SO19.
His name is Justin Curtis.
A decorated Guards Officer,
he started a management consultancy
after he was injured in Iraq in 2004.
Police went to question him
about the hit-and-run in Highgate
of Audrey Byrne, 37,
which left her in ICU.
I'm going to have to call you back,
babe. My unwanted admirer's back.
The neighbour saw everything,
took down the number
of the fleeing Range Rover.
Wich proved to be a lease car
registered to Curtis.
Which he paid for with his credit card,
verified with his driving licence,
a transaction he vehemently denies.
So vehemently, he opened fire on
a 22-year-old Detective Constable.
Curtis claims to have been the victim
of an identity thief called Smith
for the past six months.
Wish we'd got to this one earlier.
Can anyone at the lease company
identify Curtis as Curtis ?
On request they dropped the car off
and pushed the keys through the door.
Welcome to the 21st century.
If your credit's good,
you can live your whole life
without meeting a soul.
There was GPS in the Range Rover, but,
it was manually deactivated,
so we can't track its location.
Disabling modern GPS
without disabling the car,
it takes some doing.
Bloom?
I'm with Anthony.
Why are we helping out
this would-be cop-killer scumbag ?
Excuse me? I didn't say that.
It was Sunday morning when
the police questioned Curtis, right ?
- Right.
- It says he's got a wife and two kids.
- Where were they ?
- Dunno good question.
Also, when Curtis was in the Guards,
he was in Communications, so,
he'd know all about GPS.
Sophie moved in with her parents
a month ago.
- And she took your kids with her ?
- Yeah.
Smith sent my secretary
a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes
and mailed my wife the receipt.
A pair of shoes ?
That's all it took
to sink your marriage ?
No, no, that would be the strain.
That would be the 400 grand
he ran up in my name.
That would be the living hell
that he turned my life into,
only no-one wants to help or listen.
Including your wife...
That's got to smart.
We'll listen, Justin.
And if we believe you,
we might even be able to help you.
It's too late.
He's won.
That's not the spirit, Colonel.
I'm just curious, OK ?
When you came round, were you thinking,
"Oh, shit, I'm still here," or,
or, "Thank God,
it was only a cry for help" ?
- Do you recognise this man?
- No, I don't think so.
Well, we know that Audrey lived
alone, but what about boyfriends ?
Look, I'm sorry, I liked Audrey, but...
I didn't really know her.
Do you think that she might have
recognised the driver ?
Maybe. I mean, it wasn't like
Audrey was in the way.
He deliberately ran her over !
If she comes out of this coma,
will she remember ?
I've never met Audrey Byrne.
I've never even heard of her,
so why would I run her over ?
An alibi would help there.
I went to see a couple of films.
Where ?
- The Rex in Greenwich.
- What, like two films ?
Yes. Monday. It's half-price.
Since Sophie left, I go most weeks.
So you were alone for five or six hours?
That's why he chose Monday.
- Smith's clever like that.
- How did you pay ?
Always cash now.
It's a terrible alibi, isn't it ?
Well, we can check CCTV at the cinema.
Come on, Justin.
Who is he ?
Someone hates you enough
to wreck your marriage,
- frame you for a hit-and-run.
- What, I must have an inkling ?
- Like a best guess ?
- Yeah.
That's what my wife says.
- And ?
- I don't.
I don't have the first idea who he is.
That's why I call him Smith.
You are what you eat,
but you're also what you spend.
I used card transactions
and cash withdrawals
to yield a temporal map
of her recent history,
bolstered by Oyster card, railcard,
congestion charge and parking fine
data to name but four.
Personally, I think it's outrageous
that we know all this crap.
Why? If you've nothing to hide,
you've nothing to worry about.
Audrey Byrne's electronic footprints
over the last three months.
Mainly confined to the Highgate area
where she lived
with weekly trips to Westfield
in Shepherd's Bush,
God, she can shop...
and one night in a pricey hotel
in Dorset,
which was a wedding, judging by the...
- Any overlap with Curtis ?
- Hang on. Let me show off.
and the Gaultier frock
she bought the day before...
Curtis's spending is wild, but it's
all online - card-not-present stuff.
- If it is his spending.
- Well, exactly
Tellingly, he's been using cash
only in supermarkets
and service stations lately.
How do you track cash payments ?
Because it all goes on the Nectar
card and...
drum roll, please,
that is how I am able to put
Audrey Byrne and Justin Curtis
in the same service station
on the North Circular three weeks ago,
less than 10 minutes apart.
So, either Curtis is bloody unlucky...
Or he was stalking her.
Caution. Handle with care.
- Suicide risk ?
- Liar.
Why would someone demonstrably
suicidal want to lie ?
People fabricate death.
Why not an identity thief ?
Save you the hassle of disappearing,
plus generate
enough sympathetic headlines.
- The insurers are bound to cough up.
- Read the file properly.
Curtis's business was 300 grand in
the black before he was targeted.
Justin Curtis saved a man's life
in Iraq.
Carried him on his back for 30
miles. I read that part of the file.
And ?
And someone clones his credit card,
he falls
to pieces and puts a gun
to his own head ?
That's a slight distortion of the facts.
He's a survivor, Martha, plus...
his alibi stinks.
Tessa ?
GPS in the Range Rover
was reactivated at 5am this morning.
On or under the Westway.
CCTV heaven.
SOCO says don't quote him,
but there's blood in the grille.
And the car park attendant confirms
it wasn't here last night.
So unless Curtis sneaked past
the armed guard,
drove out here
and got back in time for us...
That's him off the hook.
- You think that's too easy ?
- No, I like easy.
What about the near-miss
at the service station ?
It's 10 minutes apart.
I just call that a miss.
So we're only here
because we were led here.
No prints anywhere you'd expect.
Steering wheel, gearstick,
door handle wiped clean.
- Then he forgets about the blood.
- So what did they find ?
Boarding pass down the back seat
from June 2007.
But the car was only leased
to Curtis three months ago.
- Tessa, please tell me you got CCTV !
- Not exactly.
Is there some kind of screen or gel
on the windscreen ?
Yeah, there is. How did you know ?
See it yourself.
I've forwarded you a link.
Well, Smith exists...
and he doesn't like having
his photograph taken.
Smith was careful and disciplined.
He opened 12 credit cards
in Curtis's name,
but used a different address each time.
- 12 different addresses ?
- Yeah. I've been to half of them -
big, dodgy apartment blocks, communal
halls where the mail gets dumped.
And so dispersed, I can't make
a guess where he lives.
And Smith exploited
Curtis's good credit rating
to run up 500 grand worth of debts
in seven months.
He also bought shares
in stricken Japanese bank LLB
the day after the well-publicised
suicide of its founder.
- At least he's got a sense of humour.
- He's a hoot.
Wait till somebody cleans out
your bank account.
He also rented, but he didn't use,
a house in Notting Hill
and flats in St John's Wood and Mayfair.
So he'd need multiple ID's
for the rentals ?
Cloned driving licence,
stolen utility bills
and a copy
of Curtis's birth certificate.
Nobody gets this good without practice.
Jose, go over
every wholesale identity theft
over the past three years,
- Excluding blanket organised frauds.
- Right.
How did he get the utility bills ?
He redirected Curtis's mail to a PO Box,
but then forwarded it all promptly
so he wouldn't twig.
Identity theft is like housebreaking.
Once you're in, and a mother's
maiden name can be all you need
everything inside is yours.
Data begets data, facts yield facts,
passwords unlock passwords.
So if we can track where he broke in,
it'll tell us something about Smith !
- That's a big if.
- And he never used these residences.
- Yeah, we do.
- So he's not in it for the money.
It's not Curtis's bank he's trying
to break, but Curtis.
He doesn't want his identity,
he wants his soul.
And Curtis has no idea who he is ?
The Identity Unit ?
Where were you when the storm broke ?
No-one's sorrier than I am we didn't
hear about this case earlier,
but we're urgently looking for
the man your husband calls Smith.
So you actually believe he exists now ?
Absolutely.
Is that a relieved smile
or a guilty smile ?
It's an "I can't believe you're finally listening
when it's too bloody late" smile.
A guilty smile, then. You had doubts ?
- What ?
- It's OK, you can tell us.
I just thought adversity brought
people together.
I have absolutely no idea
what he's talking about.
You moved out, Sophie.
You didn't stand by your man.
Where were you when the storm broke ?
Getting TLC from Mum and Dad
with the kids for company
while Justin was here, mediating
between his whisky and a gun.
He wouldn't let me in.
He had to deal with this on his own.
So it was nothing as trivial
as him sending his secretary
a pair of shoes ?
That wasn't Justin. That was him!
Who ?
Yes.
You can't say it, can you ?
It was all a bit too weird,
wasn't it, Justin giving him a name ?
Had a whiff of obsession, delusion.
Made you wonder, somewhat
disloyally, whether he had lost it,
whether Justin and Smith
were the same person.
I don't know where he goes or what he
does. He says he needs thinking time,
head space for his business.
All my girlfriends think there's
another woman. I know it's not that.
And, yes, I know how naive that sounds.
And you think that's where he met
Smith ?
In his other life ?
Maybe...
I don't know.
I don't know what to think any more.
I ran the number from the boarding pass
that you found in the Range Rover.
Enough to access the frequent-flyer
account - no password required -
and from there to identify
the passenger as John Tudor,
a senior NHS lawyer
of 34 Beech Drive, Richmond.
And did I mention that he's a veggie
and his onboard paper of choice
is The Independent ?
OK, next time I'm taking the train !
But his account's been dormant
since 2007.
Did you just say John Tudor ?
I just took him off my shortlist of
possible other victims.
What was he on it for ?
Well, throughout 2007,
John Tudor filed complaints about
an unknown identity thief
renting houses, cars and yachts
in his name.
Yachts? And you took him off ? Why ?
Because he's in prison for murder.
Paralegal Alice Fielding was found
stabbed to death in the shag pad
she and Tudor shared, and his semen
was found, you know, internally.
That was her place up there.
About a week before she was killed,
my sister called me in tears
because John wanted to give up the
flat. Suddenly couldn't afford it.
She saw it as confirmation ?
He'd never give up his wife and kids
for a younger model ?
Look, my sister wasn't
some jealous home-wrecker.
She had a life beyond John.
She was about to become a lawyer !
He meant no offence. No-one's
judging your sister. Far from it.
Thank you.
No surprise they haven't managed
to lease it since.
Why could he suddenly not afford
the rent? Must have had a reason.
John was the victim
of an identity thief.
A guy cloned his cards, ran up
huge debts on houses he never used,
holidays he never went on.
What's going on ?
I-Is John appealing ?
What made you think
he killed your sister ?
No-one else knew
about the apartment, except me.
- No-one else knew she'd be here.
- Really ?
Well, in my experience, people's secrets
are never half as secret as they think.
You don't have to know someone
to kill them.
Don't ever try and undermine me
in front of a witness again !
"Your sister messed with a married
man. She got her comeuppance."
- That's what you were basically saying.
- I did not anything of the sort.
- It's what you think.
- That's no-one's business.
It seeps out !
Now she felt like you were judging
her sister. We needed her to like us.
OK, yeah.
I think Alice Fielding was greedy,
selfish and partly
the author of her own misfortune.
- Listen to you, Mr Fire and Brimstone !
- What,
I have values,
ergo I'm an Old Testament zealot ?
People's private lives are just that.
She didn't have a one-night stand !
She set up home with a father-of-three !
- That's his bad, not hers.
- But does that preclude
me feeling deep regret that a 29 year
old's life was brutally cut short ?
Don't be so bloody simplistic.
What the hell does "ergo" mean ?
He knew our routine, our habits.
He knew that we would've had sex
and he knew we were moving out.
I'm sorry, Mr Tudor,
but how could you...
No. Don't ask how with him.
Just accept that he knows everything.
Accept that he watches you
when you sleep.
Accept it, embrace it and then,
only then, do you have a chance.
Do you know my lawyer won't even
discuss this with me any more.
He thinks that if someone hates me
to frame me for murder...
- You must know who they are ?
- Exactly.
- But you don't ?
- No.
I don't have a clue.
He knows who I am, all right.
Do you know the first thing he bought
after he cloned my credit card?
- A telescope.
- "I'm watching you."
Yeah. He saw everything.
He saw me in the round.
A weak, greedy middle-aged man
trying to have it all.
Scrambling between his work,
his lover, his family, lying, lying.
He saw it all.
Knowledge is power...
and he knows everything.
He used to do little things to show
me, you know, right up until the end,
like... like, erm, like throwing paint
on me
so I'd have to go back
inside the apartment.
It was Farrow & Ball, olive.
It was the exact mix of paint
that Alice had been using
to touch up the walls
so that we could get our deposit back.
He wanted it to look like
you had a fight.
Alice throws paint over you because
she's upset about leaving the flat,
- You stab her in a heat of moment rage.
- Now you're catching on.
We think the man who stole
your identity also targeted this man.
We think he used a vehicle
registered in Curtis's name
to try and kill this woman.
I'm sorry, I-I don't know
either of them, but,
I'll swap you.
Nicole White. Professor Nicole White.
Ex-Vice Principal of Queen Katherine
College, University of London.
I think she was his victim too.
- We'll talk to her.
- Good luck.
She committed suicide last year
in Eastfield Secure Unit.
We pulled the Nicole White file, and
she could well have been
one of Smith's earlier victims.
She hanged herself in a secure unit
while being evaluated for the CPS.
The CPS ?
She stood accused of stealing a baby
found in the boot of a car
rented in her name.
Let me guess,
a car she knew nothing about.
White was a married,
further-education high-flyer
when she got pregnant
by an undergraduate.
She became depressed
after terminating the pregnancy
and had counselling.
But her problems
were only just beginning.
She found herself battling
an identity thief
who ran up thousands of pounds worth
of debt in her name, and then
twisted the knife by sending evidence
of the pregnancy to her husband.
Just back up.
What do we have concretely linking her
to the car that the baby was found in ?
Two lots of her DNA - a screwed-up
tissue with blotted lipstick
and cigarette butts in the ash tray.
Both of which Smith could have got
from her rubbish. Who alerted the police ?
An anonymous caller
who never came forward?
Right and right.
Emergency, which service do you require ?
I'm not sure.
Unless I'm going mad, I think
I can hear the sound of a baby
coming from the boot of a car
at Monument, Pudding Lane.
- Can I have your name ?
- Sorry I gotta go. Send someone quick.
Audrey Byrne had better wake up
with her memory intact.
Let's not forget that we only got
to Nicole White through Tudor
and we only got to Tudor because of
a boarding pass left in a car
painstakingly wiped clean of forensics.
- He's leading us by the nose.
- That is a cheering thought !
- What do you suggest we do about it ?
- I don't know.
Maybe talk to Curtis again.
He's definitely holding something back
with his six-hour cinema alibi.
- Why do you want him to be guilty ?
- Why do you want him to be innocent ?
You hoping Mrs Curtis
won't take him back ?
Go on, get it. I won't eavesdrop.
Soon. It's top of my to-do list.
Leave it with me. I'll call you back.
Who's that, your girlfriend ?
No.
Sorry, I didn't mean to...
It's Audrey Byrne.
Was Audrey alone when she died ?
I can't understand it.
She was stable.
What is it ?
The injection port in the triple lumen.
We'd never leave it open like that.
Security.
He's coming from her bed
approximately 25 minutes
before we lost vital signs.
And ?
And I have absolutely no idea
who that is.
Tests will confirm,
but the hospital think he put potassium
chloride into her saline drip,
- inducing a massive heart attack.
- Potassium chloride ?
- You can't buy that in Boots.
- No, you can't.
Check pharmaceutical suppliers
for break-ins and stock shortages.
He probably just slipped
some lab technician 20 quid !
Smith is approximately six foot,
but given his weird gait
and everything we know about him,
I can't discount he's wearing lifts
in his shoes.
- Facial mapping ?
- Sorry, need a face for that.
Bloom ?
So, what do we have to go on ?
If you wish to question my wife again,
please give notice
so we can have a solicitor present.
Like that, is it ?
Is the real Justin Curtis
ever going to stand up ?
You face down Saddam's finest and
some seriously nasty
reconstructive surgery,
then someone rips off your credit card,
and you just can't take it any more !
Or maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe when you put that gun
in your mouth, you were just showboating.
You knew the sniper would land you
a non-fatal injury, make you a victim.
- 2 inches to left, it would've killed me.
- Calculated risk.
- Are you calling me a coward ?
- I'm calling you a big, fat girl's blouse.
Why ?
Does that offend what's left
of the war hero in here?
Don't you say another bloody word.
So you are proud of your military
record, then ?
- For the record.... That you're lying.
- What is your problem ?
And that lie is a block
we can't get past.
Where do you lead
your other life, Justin ?
Come on.
We've all got one.
Just give it up now and you might
still save the first life.
- I've read about your heroism, Justin.
- Don't mock me !
With half a pound of shrapnel
in your side, you carried
a comrade 30 miles
through enemy territory.
That's the real Justin Curtis !
Smith could never steal his identity,
not with all the data in the world.
He could never bring that man
to his knees.
But something did.
You just want me to put the gun down.
Robert Cannon.
Robert Cannon brought me to my knees.
Sergeant Robert Cannon ?
The man you saved ?
The man you carried for 30 miles ?
I promised him that if we survived,
if we made it home... we would be together.
Right.
Right.
Except I didn't follow through.
I bottled it.
I'm not cool... being gay.
I'm not OK with it.
It's not me.
- And yet...
- And yet,
I suppose you can't argue
with a hard-on.
Tell me more about Robert.
Robert gets the scraps,
the time when I'm not with my family,
when I'm not running my business.
And how does he feel about that ?
He resents it bitterly,
and he goes off the rails to let me
know how much he resents it.
Smith knows about Robert.
He is punishing you for Robert.
- What ?
- The other two victims were like you,
professional family types
with a bit on the side.
- It's the bit on the side he hates.
- Why does he care ?
Never mind about why, it's how,
how that's gonna catch him -
how he picked you and settled on
you three, how he had a head start
on your personal
and financial histories.
I think that you've spent money
on something that revealed
your other life to Smith.
Come on, Justin.
About... 18 months ago,
Robert staged a spectacular protest
of promiscuity.
- In the end, I insisted on an AIDS test.
- Where ?
The Wilton Health Centre
on Harley Street.
You paid ? Excuse me.
Tessa, Nicole White had an abortion
at a private clinic.
Please tell me it was
the Wilton Health Centre !
No, afraid not.
Walbrook Private Hospital in Kent.
Shit. There must be some connection
parent company, something.
We need to speak to John Tudor
ever did any freelance legal work
outside the NHS.
The only commonality I can find
is Modular Health plc,
which is, and I quote,
"The UK's leading network solutions
provider for the healthcare industry,
including patient eligibility,
adjudication of services,
claims processing
and drug and equipment procurement."
A goldmine of data, rich and strange,
plus easy access to potassium chloride.
Thanks Tessa.
Which part of "If Bloom calls in,
let me know" didn't you understand ?
He thinks he knows
how Smith picks his victims.
- Go on.
- He wants us to re-interview John Tudor
and check out a company called
Modular Health plc in Wapping.
- Anthony, get your coat.
- Shouldn't we find out...
Just get your coat.
Have you ever done any legal work
outside the NHS ?
Not very much. I did some countersuing
work for the Harbour Clinic in Chelsea.
Was there anything unusual about
how you were compensated for that ?
I suppose so. I had my fees paid into
an account in Alice's name.
That's Alice Fielding, your lover ?
That's right.
So you could pay rent on the flat
without your wife knowing out ?
Basically, yes.
Right, well, thank you
for your co-operation.
Wait ! Do you know who the guy is ?
Do you have him ? Do you know who...
Harbour is part of the same group
as the Wilton Health Centre.
Modular Health takes care of all
their payments, including staff.
So Smith probably works
or worked for Modular Health.
Well done.
This is excellent work, DI Bloom.
OK, here's the bad news.
Modular Health have 2,700 staff
nationwide
and sub-contract out half their IT.
If we want to pick Smith
out of that lot,
we'll need more than
a scratchy voiceprint.
You said Smith's leading us
by the nose. Expand.
Dumping the Range Rover exonerated
Curtis for the hit-and-run.
Leaving the boarding pass cast doubt
on Tudor's conviction for murder.
You think he's drip-feeding us information,
but really is distracting us ?
- Maybe.
- From what ?
- What doesn't he want us to see ?
- No idea.
The thing that doesn't fit, I suppose.
Well, at least two of Smith's
victims were guilty of infidelity.
Nicole White, she's framed for a crime
she looked uniquely capable
of committing, snatching a baby.
Ditto John Tudor. He killed
his now-unwanted lover
in a secret location
no-one else knew about.
- Justin Curtis...
- Justin Curtis doesn't fit.
He's had an on-off relationship
with his ex-Army lover Robert Cannon
since 2004.
- Oh, now you tell us !
- Sorry.
It's just that the hit-and-run
of Audrey Byrne...feels wrong.
What, so whatever Smith set Curtis up for
should have exposed his sexuality ?
The punishment should have fitted
the perceived crime.
What, like a murdered rent boy
in his garage?
Exactly.
All of them were unfaithful,
but maybe Smith wanted Audrey
dead for his own reasons.
I wonder if she was fooling around
as well.
Her neighbour said she thought Audrey
might have recognised the driver.
That's what he couldn't afford us to see.
And why he couldn't risk
her waking up for the coma.
Well, you were right.
Audrey Byrne's money was left to her
by her boss Joe Coulson,
a millionaire builder from Guildford
who died 10 years ago.
When he died, his widow
and his 14-year-old son Peter
had a very nasty surprise
after the funeral.
Not only was he sleeping
with his secretary Audrey Byrne,
he also left her all his money.
Coulson's widow Valerie was dead
by Christmas.
Cause of death, liver failure.
- What about the son ? Peter ?
- He dropped out of school after GCSE's
and after that, absolutely nothing.
No record.
Not one single National Insurance
payment.
When his mum died, he was a juvenile.
There must have been
a court-appointed guardian.
That'll be Coulson's younger sister,
Ursula.
To outsiders, my brother's decisions
seemed callous, but,
Audrey made him happy.
He wanted to honour that.
What about honouring
his wife and son ?
Once Valerie had her precious baby,
she stopped caring about my brother.
I had to wash and iron his shirts.
- Peter and his mother were close ?
- Joined at the hip.
The shyest boy you ever met,
except when Mummy was around.
So it wasn't the best day of your
life when you were made his guardian ?
I tried...
I really tried, but...
..Peter was one of those people who
was, who was there but not there,
if you know what I mean.
To be honest, he gave me the creeps.
You'd turn around and he'd suddenly
be standing there, watching you,
without a hint of shame.
Do you ever hear from him ?
Birthdays or Christmas ?
A solitary letter
in which he said his father
and Audrey had destroyed his life,
and that I'd colluded with them.
A few days later my brother...
What ?
Go on, Ursula.
Somebody dug up and dismembered
his...
..body. They scattered it
around the graveyard.
I sent the police straight to Peter,
but they couldn't find him.
Peter Coulson was 16
when this picture was taken,
so what does he look like at 24 ?
This is him at 16.
This is what he might look like
eight years on.
That's Alan Hall. Freelance systems
analyst. Best we ever had.
To be honest,
he still looks more like that.
He's a youthful 24 ?
He's...a one-off, is Alan.
We only get him back
when the shit hits the fan.
- Back ? From where ?
- He went off to uni.
Christ knows what
they're going to teach him.
Do you have an address for him?
Yeah, a couple actually.
I had to bike him a package urgently
a few months ago
and he gave me a different address
to the one we had on file.
Then that's the one we want.
- Which one is it today ?
- Excuse me ?
My husband and I foster 11 children.
We're used to the knock.
He's not in trouble ?
- And where is Simon today ?
- At school.
Nose to the grindstone.
- He's got his mock As next week.
- Oh, yeah, of course he has.
A man of 24 hiding in a school ?
Are you thinking what I'm thinking ?
No. He's recouped his inheritance,
now he just wants his childhood back
He's got a study period, so knowing
Simon, he'll be in the library.
Right, well, we'll take it from
here. Thanks.
Excuse me ? Simon ?
- Are you OK ?
- Go !
No running !
Out the way !
Shit. Sorry.
Move ! Move ! Move it !
Peter !
My name's not Peter.
When lifers get out,
the prison shrink tells them
the same thing 100 different ways.
"They can't get it back."
Someone else is living
at their house,
screwing their wife,
bringing up their kids.
You can't punish every faithless
bastard in this town.
The time has passed
and railing against it will just eat
you up...
like cancer.
Nothing's eating me up.
- I've got plenty of time.
- Not if you want to go on as a schoolboy.
- I can be whoever I want to be.
- What's next ? Primary school ?
You know the difference between me
and every other loser in this city?
I'm free.
Free as a bird.
When you get out,
you remember what I told you.
You can't get it back.
Nice work, Officer.
Bloody hell ! Brendan !
Well, it's good to see you too,
Atif.
It's a birthday party. Come on.
- And a farewell.
- Oh, yeah ? For who ?
All of us. Some bastard
has given the boss up to the police.
How long can a chicken run around
with no head ?
I'll be back.
Brendan !
I'm sorry, Halit.
My wife always talks about your stay
with us.
"How is Prince Brendan ?", she say.
"I don't know," I say.
"He just disappear."
Then extend that apology to Alara.
- And to you too, of course, Adile.
- Excuse me, Brendan.
Adile !
Your uncle is here.