Wolfe (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

♪ There's a world outside my door ♪

♪ I don't know it anymore ♪

♪ I'm gonna stay here now ♪

♪ I'm gonna stay here now ♪

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer ♪

♪ Find the strength in my despair ♪

♪ It's not gonna take me down ♪

♪ It's not gonna take me down ♪

♪ I can see clearly now ♪

♪ The rain has gone ♪

♪ I accept all the things
that I cannot change ♪



♪ It's gonna be a bright... ♪

♪ ...bright sunshiny day ♪

Shit.

Yeah?

Sorry to wake you, boss.

Ah, let me just, uh...

close the window.

We've got a live fire at the Islamic Centre
on Mayman Street.

Police are worried
it could be a hate crime.

Uh, who's in charge?

You don't want to know.

Hey! Oh! Grab her!

- Thanks a lot!
- Not my job, mate.

- That's my fiancé!
- Hey! Go easy.



- Go easy! She's OK.
- Where is he?

He was trapped in the kitchen.
I tried, babe.

- I really tried.
- Who's the "he"?

Um, um... Abdullah!
My brother. He's the Imam.

Look, hey, hey!
I'll find out what happened to him.

I'll go and find out
what happened to him.

- What's going on?
- I promise. Please. OK?

You cannot be here.
I'll come find you.

Alright. We'll be at my café, yeah?

Shakes & Shisha. Over there.

Come on, sis. Come on.

He got here quick.

- And what's he come as?
- What is he doing?

Anything he wants to apparently.
Morning, boss! Oh.

So, where's, uh, Steve and, uh...

Steve's on his way.
Course we're a man down.

You know, I'm all for letting down
the ladder after me

as long as snakes aren't climbing up.

It's OK not to like someone, Maggy.

I didn't like my daughter
until she could use the toilet.

Er, you can take that off now!

The fire's out, Jan, let us in.

Not a chance.
We're awaiting engineering.

What?

If the action's round the back,
try using the front.

Ha!

Wolfe?

Wolfe, can you hear me?

- Come on, mate, come on.
- Mags!

No, it's me.

Wolfe? Wolfe, where are you?

I'm in... in the mosque.

What are you playing at?

- Uh... Boss, tell me what can you see?
- Oh, really?

What? He's already in there.

It...

It looks like the fridge
is the seat of the fire.

What else?

My life flashing before my eyes.

Pornhub really dominates
the latter years.

Get out. Now!

Whoa!

What was that?

Judgement Day.

Wolfe?

Wolfe!

Wolfe!

I'm OK.

More than I can say for the Imam.

Get out of there, Wolfe!
Shift your arse, now!

Can you indicate
what part of the building you're in?

I'm trying!

Wolfe!

I give up. You lot are co-dependent.

- Off his meds, off his heads?
- Looks like it.

And are we going to talk to him about it?

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Well, not until you have to.

You OK?

I'm alright. I'm just going across the road.

Let me push you.

That's kind of you. Thank you.

Here. It's the best I've got, sorry.

I smelt the smoke

then opened the kitchen door
and it was an inferno.

Just couldn't get to him.

I feel like a coward.

Door handles?

Imperfect action is better
than perfect inertia.

- Hey, Zara. It's gonna be OK, OK?
- Here he is.

I'm sorry.

My brother... My brother's dead.

You could've died too trying to save him.

I can't believe he's not here.

That's my entire family, Haroon!

Zara, that's not true.

First trimester?

No, I'm four months gone.

Abdullah was going to be an uncle.

He'd be really proud of you.

"We belong to Allah,
and to Him do we return."

But I'll bet we're allowed
to wave back now and again.

If he is, he won't be waving.

I didn't tell him.

I said I'd do it next month...

when I put distance between us
for his reputation.

Yeah, OK. Cheers, man.

We're moving to Pakistan on Wednesday.

Haroon,
I found some shoes for you in the back.

You Muslim?

Lapsed. Well, phase three, in fact.
I packed it in.

Oh, great. Another kafir.

Jamal!

So, what happens today then?

Do we send undertakers for him?

The body still needs to be
formally identified.

We go to dental and DNA
in these kinds of cases.

Will that take long?

I'm not in charge of the case, I'm afraid.
Just the science.

Um... So sorry for your loss.
But congratulations.

Another day in paradise.

Are we sure it's safe to be in here
considering that the boss nearly choked?

What are the footprints saying?

Oh... I can't see the wood
for the Fire Service shoes at the minute.

I've got one of Wolfe's footprints

and then out there I've got bare feet
from the worshippers.

Does anyone fancy giving me a hand?

There's nothing... Nothing!

I miss the dogs.

That thing's worth a year's salary.
Even yours.

Right, what d'you reckon?

Nowhere near damaged enough
to cause the fire.

That doesn't mean it shouldn't be checked.

We've searched the building, no dice.

Well, what do we know?

Uh... based on the burn patterns
to the floors and overhead...

you were right about the seat.

Let's get it to base, get it tested.

Belt, braces, all the traces.

Just to be clear,
we're eliminating hate crime.

We're not eliminating,
but's it low down on the list.

There's no hate messages,
no messages at all.

Was the Imam well-liked?

It's hard to hear a bad word.

Ran a food bank, community outreach

and got a recording booth built
for the youth club.

But when you say,
"It's hard to hear a bad word"?

Some called him a "moral extortioner"

and someone accused him
of misappropriating mosque funds.

Is that embezzlement?

No, he blew it
on the youth club recording studio.

And what do we know about the fella
who discovered the fire?

Haroon was about to become
brother-in-law to Abdullah.

He's a community lawyer.
Immigration, mainly

but he covers general law pro-bono
two afternoons a week.

You're wearing different lipstick.

I'm wearing none.

That really suits you.

I had no say in it, but thanks.

I've bagged up the trainers from
the shoe rack. They need running for prints.

Will do.

So weird. Dominique's left me on "read".

Wonder what's she stropping about now.

Has something happened?

You need to ask Dot.

Maggy, if you know what Dot knows,
then just tell me now.

Your girlfriend was only here to shove
Wolfe and the rest of us under a bus

including you.

What?

She's trying to free her jailbird mum
by discrediting Wolfe.

At any cost.

I'm not decent.
If it's a parcel, leave it next door, please.

You need to open the door, Dominique.

♪ ...to deny me ♪

♪ Of the cross I bear that you gave to me ♪

♪ You, you, you oughta know ♪

So that is the only reason
that you came to work here?

It's the only reason
I took Forensic Science.

Becoming a GP wasn't going to save her.

So you couldn't get to Wolfe
without banging me?

I got the job on credible merit.

Yeah, but it helped to have me on the board
at your first round of interviews, no?

So, what was I? Was I "Mr Backup"?

For three months, Dominique,
I have been walking on air

because I thought that you actually
saw something in me.

You!

I don't expect you to believe this...

but my feelings for you are real.

No, do not come near me.

I never said a word about the two of you.

We can talk about all of it
or none of it after work.

But if you're staying, I need you focussed.

The capacitor's melted
and the wiring's damaged.

No PAT test tag, and, to top it all

this serial number's a recall model.

But let's test the ashes.

Belt and braces, like the man said.

Uh, who's doing DNA and prints?

Oh, that would be you also
as I'll be getting the boss off the ledge.

Or you could just push him.

When they lifted the body,
there was variable scorch marks in the lino.

Porous surfaces retain traces
of accelerants.

What, underneath the body?

The electro sniffer went batshit.

Woo-hoo!

Guy Fawkes! Guy Fawkes!

What does this mean?

- Arson.
- Yeah, arson.

So...

DCI Betsy Chambers's turn
to go batshit next!

Now, am I paying
for these out of petty cash?

Because it is full of my IOUs.

Actually, they're on me.

At what cost?

Wolfe's not himself.

No, no, no, no!
Knock them off whatever you owe me.

- Yeah, and mine.
- Can you please just let me finish?

Not if you know what's good for you.

- You just saw the state of him.
- Yeah, but I also saw the results.

Look, if we're not going
to confront him about it...

- And that's another no.
- Don't say "we"!

Then we need to be checking

and I don't mean checking his work, I mean
checking the legitimacy of his process.

- I just heard the phone.
- Oh!

Yeah, I think it's for me, actually.

♪ Ave Maria ♪

Maggy! You're becoming
the shadow I can't shake.

I dropped by
to rush through the post-mortem.

Should've known you'd be on it.

He promised me a steak dinner.

Surprised you're not vegan.

There's soot particles
staining the tongue and the pharynx.

Goes as far as the glottis.

So, death by smoke inhalation?

I've yet to test the carboxyhemoglobin
or examine the distal airways.

Burst blood vessel in the right eye.

I think you're right.

- Sorry.
- Maxine, Maxine!

I've got to take this. Mum?

Oh, no! Who's the third party? Parties?

- What hospital are they in?
- That's gonna take a while.

Well, you sound OK. Where are you?

What the actual fuck?

Prof!

See? The hyoid bone is broken.

Somebody strangled Abdullah

fracturing his hyoid bone and causing
the blood vessel to burst in his right eye.

So he was murdered.

Could you keep an eye, um,
on Maxine while I, uh, clear up?

Yeah.

♪ And I'm here, to remind you ♪

♪ Of the mess I left when you went away ♪

♪ It's not fair, to remind me ♪

♪ Of the cross I bear that you gave to me ♪

♪ You, you, you...
Fuck you, fuck you... ♪

♪ Fuck you ♪

Hey. Anything on the vape?

Um... we only managed to retrieve
a partial print from the vape.

But it's quite distinctive, though.

Great! When's Betsy getting here?

Actually, that's not the best bit.

I managed to pull a print from the trainers
that I found at the crime scene

and... look.

- Nice diagonal scar. DNA?
- Tons of it.

Uh, but we're still no closer
because the print's not on the database.

The suspect has no prior.

So it's definitely murder?

Yes, death by strangulation.

Brilliant. So we're gonna get
hate crime headlines? Brilliant!

Unlikely, OK?

Someone tried to make this
look like an accident.

The other mob,
they would've claimed responsibility.

Abdullah had had
a series of run-ins with Jamal.

He publicly objected to Jamal's
café licence because of drug use.

Were they warranted?

He'd been charged a few times
but never convicted.

So his prints aren't on file?

Yeah, but does he have an alibi?

Intruder alarm and witnesses confirm
he opened up the café

for breakfast orders after the mosque.

So? That's like 90 seconds away
from the crime scene!

Oh! Are we done?

No, no, no, no!
This is an invitation-only event.

Look, I need to ask the community for help.

More help in working out
what happened to Abdullah.

- Are you drunk?
- What's going on?

Look, what difference would a day make?

Look, I needed to come when most
of his friends were in the same place.

I can't smell booze,
but something's not right.

- You should go.
- Abdullah was murdered!

What?

What?

This is seriously inappropriate behaviour.
You shouldn't be here.

If that's even true,
today was about remembering his life.

Meanwhile,
somebody's getting away with taking it.

What, and you're looking at me?

I didn't open my mouth

but who contested your shop licence
three years running for drug activity?

Look, I'm either calling the police
or a doctor.

- I am a doctor.
- Fuck it. It's police.

No, Zara. Zara, Zara, Zara!

How was he murdered?

I'm not at liberty to disclose.

Oh, but you're fine breaking this
to me in public?

Look, I shouldn't have come.
I realise that now

but this community is resistant
to cooperation at the best of times.

You've just made it ten times worse,
haven't you?

...I need a senior officer to call me back.

- You need help, Professor.
- That's what I've been trying to tell them.

OK? I just need an exact list

of everyone that was in that mosque
on that day.

Will you help with the community?

It's weird.

The ashes in the fridge
have the usual suspects

but there's also elastane and acrylic.

Uh, possibly for a wick?

No, elastane and acrylic is socks.

- Did any socks come with the trainers?
- No.

Maybe he used both as wicks?

Whatever,
this literally stinks of an improv.

This is not pre-meditated.

Hand sanitiser and socks.

- Oh!
- Yeah.

Hey, where's the boss
when you want to show off, eh?

Now we're talking!

♪ Little shopping bags in a row
In a row, in a row ♪

Dad, cut it out! Where have you been?
My legs aren't in it, Dad

so we either need to sit down
and eat something or go home.

Look. These were in the shop window,
they're exactly my size.

That's alignment!

Right? I just popped in and out,
two seconds.

I find it helps to make lists.

Did you just say that to me?

I just meant... lists curb my overspending.

I think we tried one, once.

Oh, Flick!

We've forgotten the Apple store!

- No, Dad, please! I don't...
- It closes in 15 minutes.

I don't need anything else.

Have you no more
adrenaline in those legs, my lady?

Why, no, sire. You've taken the lot!

Come on!

♪ Pump up the jam, pump it up ♪

♪ While your feet are stompin'
And the jam is pumpin' ♪

♪ Look ahead, the crowd is jumpin' ♪

I told you to leave me alone.

You were a lot less polite.

All of that is going back!

Mum, I tried to talk to him.

Wolfe?

Your Dad's not feeling well.

- I know, I cottoned on too late.
- I can tell.

Hey! I could be dripping in iPads now.
Do you understand...

- Flick!
- I'm kidding!

I got it.

OK.

- Do you remember this song?
- Yeah.

Your Mum and me...

...to this song.

Hoo-hoo!

Um... your mother and me
took coke together for the first time.

Oh! Jesus Christ, Wolfe!

He thought it was coke but the idiot
was snorting Beecham's powder...

She'll tell you anything!

OK.

Mmm!

- Oh!
- Dad!

- Wolfe!
- Dad, are you OK?

- Whoa!
- OK.

Bloody hell, Val. Can you please...

channel some of the affection
you used to have for me?

I am.

I am thinking about our wedding night.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

You don't half piss me off.

When was the last time you took your meds?

I am taking my meds.
I've got a big case.

Lithium?

They numb me, Val.

It's just like watching my life on TV

except we're at your Dad's house
and there's shit reception.

Showing your age.

- I... I can't...
- OK.

- I can't do this.
- OK.

- Just, um... please tread lightly.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

I better go. Sorry.

Thank you, thank you.

I, um...

You know if you, if you,
would have come to me in the first place

and told me your truth,
I'd have backed you to the hilt.

We could have investigated
your mum's case together.

Who'd trust anyone
with that kind of information

before they knew them properly?

Well, I'd never discussed my childhood
with anyone since I left home, so...

What does "properly" mean?

I'm so sorry I hurt you, Steve.

You know, um...

the guys I normally go for
aren't your type...

and they're never that pale.

But I did.

Yeah, as... as bait.

After that.

Ow!

Unfilled prescriptions?

Yeah, going back months. Alright,
Maggy, for your record, I take it back.

He has never historically been this stupid.

He's just been seen
coming through the main foyer.

For my sake, do not fuck the bear.

Go, go, go, go!

Alright!

And that's my point.
You've never seen him this bad before?

No. I said "stupid". He has been this bad
before, but not without his meds.

What did you do then?

Well, I covered his back.

Which is a little bit not right and
completely opposite to "watching his arse"!

And what did he mean by "for my sake"?

Have you checked the vape
from the crime scene for drugs?

Uh, yeah, it's clear.
Boss, can I have a word?

Shoot.

Um, I wanted to talk...

I think you should rehire Dominique.

I think you should stop thinking
with your dick.

- Leave it, eh, Steve?
- No, I have to try.

- Try what?
- Oh, I don't know how to say this

but this investigation
is totally shoot from the hip.

Can you be sure that you didn't
drop the ball all those years ago?

- You know what I hate, Steve? Liars!
- She didn't lie.

Ah! "Alternative facts".

OK, boss, you bang on
about how we deal in certainties.

Oh, so you do listen!

Well, you're a great teacher,
so why don't you teach Dominique?

Because she doesn't have facts, boss.

She has doubts and she does not deserve
to be this tormented.

- Give her another shot, boss, or...
- Don't say it.

Or what?

Or I will leave as well.

Ooh! I accept.

- You do?
- I accept your resignation.

Wow!

I didn't know I was meant to be here.
How did you?

We checked two others before this.

I thought I was coming to charge you

but I persuaded Haroon Waseem
to withdraw a formal complaint.

Mmm!

Who's "we"?

Ho-ho-ho!

Salary, Sanity, Surveillance. MI666.

Oh, now it's The Incredibles!

I was forced to come,
but I could've been asked.

Don't be a dick, Wolfe.

You're scaring the people
who evidently care about you the most.

You're the least scared-looking people
I've ever seen.

Nobody's ganging up on you, Wolfe,
but we all think your behaviour is well off.

We found unfilled prescriptions
in your office drawer.

- You've gone through my drawers?
- Wolfe, stop.

You lied about being on the meds.

Your behaviour in a post-mortem was...

Hyper, reckless and illegal.

You bulldozed a funeral.

It was a "matham".

And you just went and fired Steve.

Fuck Steve.

We're all speaking as individuals.

OK, look, can I say...

A, how much I respect
your time and patience with me

and for having the guts
for a confrontation, huh?

We just need you to stop
bombing off behind everybody's backs.

Wolfe, what are you doing?
I can't stand blood. Fresh blood!

And B, be my guest. Test it.

Test it!

Look, the prescriptions you found
are for standby

but they expired.

Last month's was filled.

It takes three weeks for the meds
to take effect, but they're a week overdue.

I've filed some complaints.

Welcome to my world, ladies.

I have work to do.

Is that Zara Alfridi?

Go and find out.

I shouldn't even be here.

Wherever we go next,
I'm gonna need a proper drink

otherwise I'm gonna feign fainting
for a brandy.

This is nearly everyone at dawn prayers.

I can't do early prayers
without chucking up.

And there's a few other names missing

but I've got the word out
and people are signing up.

These are all really sensitive people,
you know?

I'm guessing one of them wasn't, Zara.

That's why we need their prints.

They won't consent to digital versions
going into the system.

Fine. We're famed for our work
with ink on paper.

They get automatically destroyed
within a month once they're ruled out.

Mm-mhm.

You rule them out on the day
and you destroy them on the day.

I can guarantee that. We've got shredders
or you can bring your own fire.

I'm so sorry, that's...
that's really bad taste.

Don't you need someone else's permission
to make that work?

Oh, categorically, yeah,
but they rarely say no to me.

Well, let's see who turns up then.

Who the hell said?

You can't swear at a mosque.

Who in their right mind agrees
to destroy print evidence?

It's 101 for CID: "Keep everything."

Yeah, and I'm not happy
about the sister of the victim

being here to supervise a process.

The community have asked Zara to be here
to shred the cards the minute we're done.

Right, yeah, but what if we get a hit and
have to hold one back for obvious reasons?

Redact the names before we hand them back.

Alright, yeah. Well, whatever he's done,
he's brought them in, so good on him.

Till he opens his mouth again.

I'd better go and introduce myself.

Salaam-alaikum.

Wa-alaikum salaam.

Ladies and gentlemen, friends of Abdullah,
which is why we're all here.

My name is Professor Wolfe Kinteh.

And what we need you to do today
will take less than 20 minutes.

If, uh, the gentlemen line up
and go to that desk

and the ladies line up and go to that desk,
please leave your fingerprints.

After which, Zara Alfridi will take care
of your information, as requested.

That is, unless your prints
create cause for concern.

If you've nothing to hide,
you've nothing to fear.

- After this process...
- After this process...

could you please take up the positions
you occupied on the day, please.

I'm DCI Betsy Chambers

and I'm actually in charge
of the investigation.

Any questions, I'll be over there.

- OK.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Anything?

Nothing even close.

There's four spaces.

Faisal didn't want to come, full stop.

Yeah, and, uh, Mo's got the squits.
We don't want him here.

Listen, they were both driving school buses
by seven that day.

What about Haroon?

Well, I left him packing,
but he said he was gonna...

Sorry to keep everyone waiting.

I've loaded the car.

Whenever you're ready,
we can head straight to the airport.

Well, just because it says three hours
before departure, nobody actually does.

The excess baggage alone
is gonna keep us busy for an hour.

How can I help?

Can you join the congregation
where you stood that morning?

That's where he was.

We need your prints. Will you come with me?

Just need to get my shoes.

Take your time. I need mine too.

Last one.

All done.

No.

Huh?

Who's number four?

Ah, it was Osman.

Osman Choudhary.
Lives in the Cranberry Hill estate.

Get me the address, get us a warrant
and send me back-up. In that order.

Hey. For your information,
I've been clean for over four years.

Huh, is "clean" the word
when you supply kids?

I've seen the state
of some of your customers.

If they turn up wasted,
they're looking for somewhere safe.

Abdullah knew that,
but he thought I encouraged a "process".

Whether he was right or wrong
won't change my position, Professor.

We don't sell them anything.

They don't even want water.

It's now or never.

No, Haroon, it's not happening.

- Zara...
- I'm not going!

We went through a lot of trouble
to get the house in both names

so we both have to be there on signature,
for crying out loud!

But I want that little shit Osman strung up.

The only thing Abdullah ever did wrong

was making that shifty little bastard
feel welcome!

Hey. Hey, Zara. Calm down.

Having a name does not mean evidence.

And even if it did,
that court case is a long way off.

Thank you for today.

Take your flight
and do something nice for yourself.

I'll personally keep you informed.

I warned him about exactly this.

That could have been a lynch mob.
Come on, I want you with me.

And what do I tell him?

Wolfe! She's coming with me, yeah?

Zara!

In the meantime

Abdullah stays within my care

as evidence until we get the job finished.

Thank you.

Dot, Dot, Dot.

Wolfe, Wolfe, Wolfe.

It's your fault half the staff aren't here.

What are you thinking?

That was very straightforward.

What are you thinking?

Never is though.

How do you cope with the sound?

I actually find it relaxing.

I forget, they're usually always dead
by the time you lot show up.

- Go round the back.
- Yes, Ma'am.

Osman Choudhary, this is the police
with a warrant for your arrest. Osman!

Police!

♪ Karma ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, oi ♪

♪ What go around come back around ♪

♪ Nah, I ain't packing
But I'm the baddest Pak around ♪

♪ I send 'em packing... ♪

Suddenly, it's my show.

How do you know?

Purple face, Betsy.

The Imam finished morning prayers.

He went into the kitchen.

Osman waited behind, followed him in.

The Imam was obviously comfortable enough
to stay seated when they started speaking.

He was strangled after a struggle.

A centimetre diagonal scar.

It's him.

If he was topped for what he knows,
the Imam's murder was a team job.

- Now the killer's forced to improvise.
- Mm-hmm.

Burn the evidence,
make it look like it was a fridge fire.

Shear the wires first.

Now we need an accelerant.

All that's around... hand sanitiser.

Ethyl alcohol, glycerine.

You pour it on the floor

you drag the body on top
to make sure it burns.

Right, but I need to be out of the building
to have an alibi.

So I need a wick.

Elastane and acrylic.

A sock!

His auction's about to close
for a pair of shoes. 160 quid.

For these?

And these.

And when was the last time
you saw a pair of these?

Today. Haroon.

He nicks shoes.

He nicked Haroon's shoes!

He goes to get a sock

- to use as a wick...
- Mm-hmm.

...to buy him time to get away.

But... he doesn't wear the shoes. Why not?

Didn't want to offend Allah
under any circumstances?

Betsy. Have you bagged him?

Not in that sense.

Osman was dead when we got here.

- Hiya, Betsy.
- You'd better get him here.

Well, the state of him

I'll be driving.
What's the MO?

Strangulation.

Wow.

Alright.

Sorry, Wolfe!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh...

Go, go, go, go, go! That's right.

That's, uh... Doesn't matter!

- Bets.
- Dot?

Yeah, no, I'm at the airport.

- And, uh, he's in the airport.
- What?!

Yeah, just...
Could you hold on the line? Cheers.

Wolfe!

Sorry, excuse me. Sorry.

Sorry, excuse me! Sorry!

- I know. Alright, alright. Thank you.
- Stop!

- Sorry, excuse me! Sorry, sir.
- Passport, please.

No, no. I don't need a passport
because I'm going to... Newcastle!

Betsy says you have to wait here!
That's an order!

Forensics.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, he's bought a fucking ticket.

He's airside,
and Security won't let me through.

I'll get backup.
We're on the way.

- Haroon Waseem, you are under arrest.
- Excuse me?

I'm afraid not, Haroon.
He's not to be excused.

Can we get some help here?
This guy's scaring my pregnant fiancé!

I don't know what it is,
but it's not nothing.

Haroon, what's going on?

Osman Choudhary was dead when we got there.

You went there this morning to get
your shoes, didn't you, Haroon?

You were going to use the line-up
as your alibi, yes?

Wait, what shoes?

Scream for help!

This has gone beyond a joke now.

This is a guy with issues
who's been stalking us previously.

The shoes that Osman Choudhary nicked

whilst Haroon murdered your brother.

Hey! We're on our own here,
with this nutter!

- Wolfe!
- We just want to board our plane!

If that was the last thing
you did this morning

before coming to the line-up,
the shoes will be in your carry-on.

Open the bag, Haroon!

Show us the shoes that'll have yours
and Osman Choudhary's DNA.

...to Islamabad...

We are not missing this flight
because of him.

- Open the bag, Haroon.
- Ha!

Police! Everybody stay back. Stay back.

- Ah!
- No!

- Alright, alright.
- What the fuck?

You let her go right now.

We're gonna walk slowly to the exit!

- Give me a clear path...
- I need armed response, now!

...I'll let her go!

We're eastbound on the travelator
at Terminal 1.

- I'll break her neck.
- You told him, didn't you?

You couldn't resist telling Abdullah
I was pregnant before we left!

I had a right to tell him how proud I was
of my expanding family, so?

To rub his nose in it?

Abdullah went for me!

What was he supposed to do?

I'm the Imam's sister!

For two more weeks, he didn't need to know.
You knew what he'd do!

- He went for me!
- Of course he did!

Alright, shut up.

He probably was banking on it!
Weren't you, Hazza? Huh?

Zara, the only reason he went there

was to shut down the only other man
you've ever listened to.

If he knew you,
he'd know you only listen to yourself.

Wolfe!

Stop.

- Armed Police, step back!
- Great move, missus.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Armed Police!

Are you OK, darling?
Do you need medical attention?

No, don't waste it on me. Where's he off to?
There's not a mark on me, by the way.

I thought you were pizza.

I've been called worse.

Oh, wait, say that again.
I have a joke about inches.

What do you want, Wolfe?

A chance to put things right.

You're gonna help prove my mum innocent?

That kind of right?

No one can promise you that, Dominique.

What we will do, though,
is look at all the facts.

Y-you serious?

Yours or mine?

We'll do it together, as a team.

Peer supervision.

I'll see you at your stations first thing.
We have a lot of prep.

Wolfe!

If we make ricin and botch it

everyone in this building
could be dead in 36 hours.

It's nearer 72.

Inevitably appreciated.

If I were you,
I would have awaited the outcome, though.

Nevertheless.

♪ I can see clearly now the rain is gone ♪

♪ I can see all obstacles in my way ♪

♪ Gone are the dark clouds
That had me blind ♪

♪ It's gonna be a bright (bright) ♪

♪ Bright (bright) sunshiny day ♪

♪ It's gonna be a bright (bright) ♪

♪ Bright (bright) sunshiny day ♪

♪ I think I can make it
Now the pain is gone ♪