Identity (2010): Season 1, Episode 6 - Tomorrow - full transcript

Martha's team is called in to identify five corpses found in a mass grave at a disused cement factory,including that of Atif,killed by Adile. The bodies are established as being Turkish and enquiries in the local community lead to Adile's family,the Kemals. Suspicious cop Anthony has been gathering information to link Bloom to the family and threatens to expose him unless he resigns. Bloom counters by offering information to bring down the Kemal empire whilst planning to flee the country with Adile. However,when Adile's father abducts Martha,Bloom rallies the team to save her. Will he be too late? And will the outcome affect his decision?

We take care of body.

Where'd your brother
find these two charmers?

I don't know and I don't care.

Leave a message, I'll call back.

Hi. Erm...look, it's er...10:30,
and you're probably...

Well, I've got no idea what you're doing, but
I just wondered if you fancied a late tipple.

Probably not, but erm...

Not to worry.

Really. Erm...sorry.

Bye. Bye.

'A late tipple.'



Idiot!

Stop the car.

My brother owns this shitty garage
in Dalston he wants me to sell ASAP.

There was something he forgot to mention.

Come on, your brother got
rich scaring scary people

into giving him their
hard-earned drug money.

What did you expect? Chinese burns?

My brother's a monster.

But he wasn't always.

And?

And now I'm a killer too.

Killing Atif was my problem.

You did my dirty work.

You saved my life, Adile. Second
time around it'll be easier.



There won't be a second time.

That's what I want to make sure of.

Let's leave it all behind.

Let's go where he'll never find us.

OK.

When?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Yes.

Why not?

I need some time to think about that.

Tessa...can I check that address again?

Argyle Cement Works at the A13/B54 junction.

Some kind of mass grave found
by someone walking their dog.

Why is it always someone
walking their bloody dog?

If we banned our furry friends
we'd halve the crime rate.

Detective Chief
Superintendent Mary Bull, CID.

We've got four bodies in
various states of decomposition.

And you need help identifying them?

We need your help
- correct.

I'm sorry?

You've got a bit of a reputation for
hijacking cases and claiming the glory.

Well, are you sure you want to bring me in?

Honestly?

No. But I'm shorthanded, so er...

What's her problem?

Any first impression on causes of death?

How will that help ID them?

Nine times out of 10,
identification's rooted in victimology.

Yeah, the how leads to why leads to who.

Single gunshots to the head, but the most
recent victim was shot through the neck.

Any attempts to obscure the identities?

Yes, the fingertips have been removed.

So it's more likely a victim of
organised crime than a serial killer?

Morning. Dr Simon Crawford.
I'm Home Office pathologist.

We've unearthed a fifth body.

It's a partially skeletonised female
and there are foetal bones present.

How far along was she? Roughly?

It'll help identify her.

At a guess, I'd say she was
about six months pregnant.

From now on we'll need to be
briefed about all forensic findings,

or we can't do our job and help you.

Right, well, we know the drill.

Tattoos, dentistry, healed fractures,
anything and everything could help ID them.

DNA won't be ready for 48 hours,

but until then the freshest
body will yield the most clues.

I'll take some snaps. Rendering software
will give us an idea of what they looked like.

Liaise with Dr Crawford.
What about this eyewitness?

Unusual place to walk a dog.

Yeah, I'm with you there.

He doesn't give his name, takes 12 hours to come
forward and when he does he's super specific.

Maybe he was summoning up the courage.

Specific how? Doesn't matter.

The eyewitness isn't our bag.

Anthony's right. We're just
a cog in a machine here.

Don't any of you lot forget it.

Hello, Brendan.

Hello, Brendan. Good to see you!

Halit. How was home?

No place like it.

But it's good to be back.

Can I talk to you?

Excuse us for a minute? Sure.

Thanks.

Did you hear the news?

The police have been digging up bodies
- the Argyle Cement Works.

Five of them and counting. What?

Last night. Who were those guys?

I don't know. What do
you mean, you don't know?

Kurds.

What?

Your brother hates Kurds!

Mountain Turks, he calls them.

Not as much as he hates losing power.

Who were they, Adile?

They're with the Kurdish
Radical Coalition, OK?

So your brother funds the KRC.

They loan him their soldiers.

Marriage made in heaven.
When was the wedding?

He had them brought over
after he was arrested.

If Dad knew he'd go crazy.

Nazar moving into drugs was bad
enough... The Kurds. Their names?

I have as little to do
with them as possible.

Why all the questions, Brendan?

The location was well chosen.

The close proximity to the
Thames produced damp soil

and oxygen-depleted clay, both of which
sped up decomposition considerably.

Well, this man...

definitely didn't want to die.

It's a pacemaker. It's a decent one.

The permanent ones run on
lithium batteries, right?

Bundled up with sensing
amplifiers and sealed in titanium.

Well, there's got to be a
serial number in there somewhere.

If we're vigilant, thorough
and attentive to every clue...

these victims will tell us who they were.

So far all they have in
common is they're Caucasian,

they have black hair and they
probably died within the last year.

Black hair is found in people
of all racial backgrounds.

Yeah, but the high eumelanin content suggests
shared ethnicity, possibly Southern Europe.

What happened?

Get lost on the M25?

Sorry.

Two of them have what looks
like healed gunshot wounds.

Probably not mainstays
in the local Rotary Club?

Southern Europe makes sense.

Erm, this amulet was recovered
from one of the bodies.

The evil eye charm is rooted
in Turkish superstition.

The idea is some people's
looks have the power to harm

and the eye provides protection.

The evil eye features in
dozens of different cultures.

Not this design. The Nazar
Boncugu is specific to Turkey.

It's the logo of one of
their leading airlines.

You're on fire, Anthony. He certainly is.

The stomach contents of the freshest corpse
contained coffee and pistachio grains.

If you Google those two ingredients,

you get the Turkish
speciality kakuli menengic.

This is Adile Kamal.

I can't take your call at the moment,

so please leave a message after the tone.

It's Brendan.

I need you to call me
as soon as you get this.

It's about last night.

Sorry, John.

No, you're fine.

What does Turkish
and criminals say to you?

It says we're jumping to conclusions.

About this being a crime? About
all the victims being Turkish.

You're right. It's a best guess.

So we need to road test it.

Let's splash handsome's
face around Green Lanes,

see if we can get a bite.

He might be Turkish, he
might live in Green Lanes.

Are you serious?

Look, I'm just going with my gut.

You've taught me that. Right.

What have we got to lose
except a couple of hours?

What's the matter?

Got some history up there?

Suit yourself.

No, you're right.

What have we got to lose?

After you, partner.

We're just trying to identify this man.

We're trying to identify
this man. We need a name.

You know anyone around
here who might know him?

No.

I've seen him before.
He's a driver.

Like a cab driver? Like a chauffeur.

I don't know his name.

A driver for who?

Bad man.

In prison now, thank God.

Prisons are full of bad
men. What's his name?

I forget. You forget?

How about your income tax?
Are you on top of that?

What about fire regulations? Hm?

How would a spot check from my mate on the North
London Health and Safety Executive, go down?

Nazar Kemal.

He drives his sister around now.

Nazar...? Kemal.

Kemal.

Thank you for your co-operation...sir.

I see you before somewhere?

He said yeah. Ha ha ha!

Thanks, Martha. All right. Bye.

I know a couple of local faces.

They should be able to
give us a second opinion.

You have got history around here?

Oh...yeah.

Undercover, yeah?

We've got what we need.

We haven't ID'd the driver.
We haven't got a name.

There's nobody here.

Then I'll fix us a drink.

Kept this here...

for a rainy day.

And now it's pouring. Show
me what you got, Anthony.

Don't even think about lying.

If anything happens to me...

I've taken precautions.

I wouldn't expect anything less. Show me.

Ahh...

I don't want you to go to jail.

Well, actually, I do.

But you'd take the whole unit with you

and that wouldn't be fair on Martha,

or any of us, come to that.

No, it wouldn't.

So?

So you resign from the force

and you never make contact
with any of us again.

Are you blackmailing me?

You're a murderer and you belong in jail.

I'm giving you a chance you don't deserve.

Yeah. Who have I killed, Anthony?

I'm going back to the car...

..now.

The undercover who goes native.

What a cliche.

You know, I don't respond to
threats very well, Anthony.

I never have.

You've created this situation, not me.

That's not entirely true, though, is it?

You've been following me when you should

have been at home playing with your kids.

Time well spent, as it turns out.

Telling your wife it's all
good honest overtime, I expect.

But you just don't get it...do you?

Because people like you never do.

Well, if it means sinking to your
level, then ignorance is bliss.

Oh, don't tell me...I
don't know what pressure is,

what heroism is, what danger is.

How could I? I've never pretended

to be a drug dealer.
I'm just a working stiff.

A jobbing copper, filling in forms,

and playing by the rules. How pitiful.

How fucking boring!

Anthony, I think I'm finally
getting to know you. Good!

I've had your number since day one.

You're not a maverick,
you're a common criminal.

And your chavvy little gangster
girlfriend's too good for you.

Go on!

Go on, killer!

It's nothing you haven't done

Can you confirm for the tape
that you are Adile Kemal?

Yes.

And can you also confirm
that you are the sister of...?

You OK?

Who's she?

Adile Kemal.

Your Green Lanes shopkeeper
was right on the money.

Our freshest corpse drove her around.

Has she identified him? Not yet.

But she could be tied in another way. Yeah?

We ID'd one of the victims from
the serial number on his pacemaker.

Missing Turkish businessman, Erdal Licek.

Licek resented paying protection
money to Nazar Kemal, her brother.

Nothing was proved, but...

Where's Anthony?

I've been skimming your brother's file
because, as yet, you don't have one.

This is guilt by association
of the most desperate kind.

As children, you were sent to live
with an uncle after your mother died

and your father was inside for fraud.

An uncle who raped you repeatedly,

until Nazar, aged 11...

stabbed him to death
with a pair of scissors.

Did that leave you with a sense
of obligation to your brother?

My brother had as much to
fear from my uncle as I did.

He didn't discriminate.

But your brother saved your life.

Spared you years of abuse. A
bond like that lasts forever.

Yes.

So when he says jump, you jump, right?

Wrong.

Do I actually have to say the words
'charge my client or release her'?

Can you identify the deceased
man in this photograph?

I'd like you to think very
carefully before answering.

Atif.

Get a pen and paper. You're
going to need to write this down.

Despite being incarcerated
for more than a year,

Nazar Kemal's syndicate
controls large amounts of heroin

coming into Europe from Afghanistan.

As before his arrest, the heroin is purified

in secret factories in the
Sivas province of Turkey -

Nazar's birthplace -

before being warehoused in London
which remains his European hub.

I do not have any actual evidence of this,

nor any specific addresses, but...

what I do know is that Kemal
has maintained his network

and presence on the streets of
North London by striking up a deal

with the Kurdish Radical Coalition,

a rebel group fighting for
autonomy in south-east Turkey.

I believe two KRC militia are responsible

for the bodies found at
the Argyle Cement Works.

I don't have identities
for either of these two men,

but they're probably here illegally,

probably with a base somewhere
in, or near, Green Lanes.

Don't assume all the victims were
drug dealers who had it coming to them.

Some of them may be. Some may just have
been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Thanks for the opportunity. John Bloom.

What the hell's going on, Anthony?

I don't know. He just
asked me to write it down.

Why you, of all people?

I know. I didn't get it either.

Oh, I think you get it much more than I do.

What?

Things seemed to be getting pretty
heated between you two this morning.

Obviously, he's got a lot on his mind.

How does he know about all this stuff?

He said he'd dusted down
some old undercover contacts.

Really? When, exactly?

Look, if he's left...it's
because he wanted to leave.

We have to respect that.

Mm. Well, I don't respect that.

I want an explanation.

He said he didn't
tell you face-to-face

because he knew you'd try
and talk him out of it...

..and he didn't want the hassle.

He said that?

They've er... They've found more graves.

Seven bodies.

Is is true that Bloom's
gone? Yes, it's true, Jose.

But let's try and stay focused, shall we?

We've now got 12 bodies to identify.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

It's me. You call me back, you coward.

You owe me a bloody explanation.

I mean, apart from
anything, this information

is completely useless without clarification.

You know, whatever you've decided,

I really don't see why I
should spend the next two weeks

decoding your bloody gnomic excuse
for a resignation letter, actually.

And now back to our leading news story.

The Argyle Cement Works, where police
today uncovered the bodies of 12 people...

All these deaths. I can't
believe Nazar was responsible.

Come on, Papa.

How was your flight?

My flight? Yes.

How did you travel? Business? Economy?

Who do you think pays for
that first-class ticket?

What bought this dump, come to that?

Look, I'm not naive.

You're very naive, Papa.

And I love you for it.

What are you saying?

You knew what your brother was doing?

I'm saying...

..I chose not to.

I always wanted him to be a lawyer.

He had the brains for
it, but I wasn't there.

Papa.

Excuse me.

They had me in for questioning. About Atif.

Tomorrow comes early.

Well, that's profound.

The answer's yes.

If the offer's still valid.

Brendan... Cold feet?

Never.

So?

So...do you want to elope...

or do you want to escape?

Because I'm nobody's burden.

I know this guy
who can get us out tonight.

A boat nobody can trace.

The authorities, nobody,
not even Nazar.

You know what this means?

No way back.

No contact.

Not ever.

Give me your phone.

They'll be tracking that.

Adile Kemal's mobile just went dead at the
junction of Green Lanes and Nelson Road.

Switched off? No. Switched off I could see.

Destroyed.

Where is she going she
doesn't want us to see?

Police today uncovered the
bodies of 12 people in a mass grave.

At least three of the
bodies have been identified.

Police remain confused as to
the motive for the killings.

What are you hiding from us?

What are you hiding from
us? Tell us the truth!

Tell us the truth!

Stop hiding behind walls!

How can 12 people just disappear
and the police know nothing about it?

In fairness, before we can investigate
a crime, it has to be reported.

We just want the truth!
It's all lies and excuses!

Please, we're holding this press conference
in public so that everyone can be heard,

not shouted over.

Why have you come here? To
look good for television?

Stop holding back! What
are you hiding from us?

We've now launched a thorough,
multi-agency investigation,

and on that note I'm going to hand you over
to Detective Superintendent Martha Lawson

of the Identity Unit.

Tell us the truth!

I know this might sound like

shutting the stable door
after the horse has bolted,

but, yes, we very much need
to reach out to the community,

however patronising that might sound

We need the help and courage
of every single one of you,

if we're to identify the dead
and apprehend those responsible.

We can't bring back those victims,

but we can do something for them.

We can give them back their identities,

the names their parents chose for
them before life took its hold.

Rubbish!

I don't believe this woman!

She's stupid!

Hi.

Hi.

Look, honestly, I'm not trying
to talk you out of anything.

But I owe you an explanation?
No. It's not about me.

You don't owe me anything. It's
about you doing what's right for you.

I am.

But you just won't tell me what it is.

You know, my money says

a rare and lucrative opening for
someone of proven nerve and mettle.

Sharp end industrial espionage maybe.

But that would mean you leaving
the force and that bothers you.

I am not my job.

Bullshit.

Despite spending the last 15
years pretending otherwise,

you are as much a copper as any of us.

Maybe even more so. And do you know why?

Because you're good at it.

No matter what you say, you are
good at it, and you enjoy it.

I know you do.

I've seen you.

You know, er...this is a lot like my place.

I wouldn't know. I've
never been to your place.

You haven't missed much.

You're depressed.

Oh, shut up.

No, you need something else.

Sorry.

What, like a hobby?

What are your hobbies, John?

Fair point.

So...

who is she?

There's no harm in telling me now, is there?

Do you love her? I have to go.

Does she love you? Martha...

Because if you love somebody...

..if you love somebody,
you let them be themselves,

you let them do the thing
that they enjoy,

the thing that they're really good at.

If you can't, or you
won't, then something...

..something's fucked...

and it's never going to work, anyway.

Maybe.

Thanks for that.

Sorry, madam,
I must have the wrong door.

Not to worry.

Yeah, Martha?

Brendan!

Mar...! Fuck!

It's my fault.

They must have followed me here. Who?

Nazar's men. The Kurdish militia guys?

From where? It doesn't matter.
We need to pull together.

You're the reason it happened!
I can put it right, with help.

You can go to the IPCC and
generally crucify me later.

Count on it. We need to identify
the vehicle they took her in.

I'll get Tessa on it. What the
hell's going on with you two?

Nothing.

Help me, someone! Help!

I've got something, or
rather I don't have something.

It's going to come up on the screen now.

The van just disappears into a black hole.

Now you see it...

now you don't.

They took a different route? Doubled back?

I've got feeds on all
roads off this junction.

The one street I don't have is a dead end.

They swapped vehicles, left the van.

I'll see if we've got satellite coverage.

OK, let's move it!

The van's empty!

'My brother owns this
shitty garage in Dalston

he wants me to sell ASAP.'

Bloom! Bloom! Where's he going?

I'm a police officer, you moron.

We didn't find any ID on you.

It's in my jacket.

Anyway, I'm more interested
in talking about Brendan Shea.

I don't know a Brendan Shea.

I was afraid you might say that.

Come on, he was round your
flat not 10 minutes before us

and when he left you looked kind of upset.

Jog your memory?

John?

John.

Original.

I suppose we'd better find
out if she really is a cop.

You're two hours late.

Look, I'm still not ready.

I see. No, you don't see.

Those Kurds
- I need to find them again.

Why? The police will pick them up.

Well, I want to finish this myself.

Suddenly you're a killer, are you, Brendan?

Does it go with the new outfit?

Because I don't find either very convincing.

No?

Who am I really sailing
into the sunset with?

I've been on the World Wide Web.

Seems you are who you say you are...

Detective Superintendent.

I hope it gives you pause for thought.

Oh, sure.

It's given me lots to think about.

Like is Brendan Shea an informant?

And, if so, since when?

Is he the reason my son will die in jail?

John Bloom is just a man
who is buying my flat.

I don't run informants

and I don't know any Brendan Shea.

Such loyalty.

He must have given you gold.

Then again, we all know
he's a bit of a lady's man.

Did you get more than
information from him, Martha?

Did you get attached?

Because if you did...

I need to know.

Why do I need to know?

Because he's
- what is it you say? -

going steady with my one and only daughter.

Has been for two years now.

You told me your brother
had a garage in Dalston.

A garage with a difference.

I need the address. Why?

Because those two men are going
to kill a good, innocent person.

What's her name?

Just give me the address. I'll be back
here in two hours. Trust me on this.

I have to trust you? Just...

Just tell me where it is.

What's her name? She's a friend, OK?

She's just a friend. Of course she is.

Is that where you go in the day?
Come on, you've seen that place.

You know what she's gonna
go through before she dies.

Two hours...

and I'm yours for good,

for better or for worse, I swear.

Your friend says he can't wait.

My friend will do as he's told. He owes me.

For better or for worse.

I believe Martha's being held at
a garage at 43 Myers Road, NW16.

Make sure the firearms go in
first. These guys are heavy duty.

You know the interesting
thing about shark victims?

Often they've let death in
long before they meet the shark.

A nick or a cut is all it takes.

A grazed foot on a pebble. Something
so small you might not even feel it.

But the shark is already
swimming through the depths,

drawn by that tiny speck of blood.

You were bleeding already,
weren't you, Martha?

Worn out...

..ground down...

..heartsick.

You'd given up the fight long
before we came to your door.

You've even thought about how.

Pills...

..razor blades...

..the flex on the iron.

Go, go, go!

Armed police! Stay where you are!

Drop your weapon!

All clear!

Martha!

Where's Martha?

Where is she?

Is she OK? She's OK. Most
of that's not her blood.

How did you know about this place?

- Your undercover days, right?
- Yeah.

Are you all right?

The old man.

What's his condition?

Haven't you got somewhere to be...

Brendan?

Don't change your plans
on my account, will you?

I'll live.

It's John Bloom I'm worried about.

You know, I think he's been
the victim of an identity thief.

Poor guy.

His friends knew something was wrong...

but he just wouldn't let them in.

- Idiot.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I'll miss him, though.

He was a good bloke.

He was bit of an arse sometimes,
but he was a good bloke.

And, you know, he was
really good at his job.

Did I say that already?

My God, Martha, are you all right?

Yeah. Oh, I've just realised,

there's actually no-one left in the office.

Well, I hope you locked up.

Those gizzoids in Personnel
would kill for your plasmas.

I'm sorry.

My father's right about you.

Tell her...

I don't give up without a fight.

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