Monochrome Page #4

some of the stolen funds,

or contact his girlfriend,

Emma Rose,

who we would dearly

love to question

when she finally

pops up on our radar.

At the very least,

he could use the internet

to access

his offshore accounts.

Yes, Dean?

Assuming he uses a secure

internet connection,

how will we ever know?

Ahh. Because SSR encryption

is no longer a problem to decode

thanks to some aggressive

lobbying by Director Walker,

the Home Office have approved GCHQ

surveillance services to our department.

Intercepting online bank services

is just a phone call away.

[phone ringing]

Can I help?

I was-I was just walking...

What is it

you actually do here?

Sorry?

Why are you here?

It's my...

it's my mother.

I've looked you up.

Your CV is like Swiss cheese.

When I asked around to find out what

is it you're actually employed to do,

nobody seemed to know.

[stutters]

My department is on

a need to know basis...

Stop! Stop.

I've heard it.

If I find out that you are

prying on my department

on behalf of the Home Office inspectorate,

I will be mightily f***ed off.

Do you understand?

I...

Right, we're going out now.

What time will you

be done there?

I dunno. Three hours?

Really?

But the varnish

is making the room smell,

can't you hurry it up a bit?

Not unless you want

varnish all over your windows?

Oh no, don't do that,

you'll have to waste

even more time cleaning it off.

Just get on with it and

make sure you're done

by the time we get back, right?

[car engine starts]

Motherf***er, motherf***er!

F***! F*** you!

[continues, indistinct]

Motherf***er!

F***!

[panting]

Have either of you ladies

got a light?

I have.

The best thing about smoking

at these events

is you have got an excuse

not to talk to the boss.

- Do you know what I mean?

- Yup.

- Then why aren't you smoking?

- Because I don't smoke.

Then why are you

standing out here in the cold?

So I don't have to talk

to my boss.

Good answer.

So are you from

the hedge fund party?

What is it about

the designer suit

and ludicrously expensive watch

that gave you that idea?

I've got to go back inside.

Something I said?

She's an anti-capitalist.

What about you?

I am economically agnostic.

What the f*** does that mean?

I don't believe in money unless

I can see it with my own eyes.

You don't believe in it? Wouldn't

that make you an atheist?

No, I'm not saying

it doesn't exist.

It's just that I want to see

some proof before I commit.

Here's my number.

Ring me tomorrow and

I'll show you

the pyramid tower

at Canary Warf.

It' a bit like, um,

St. Paul's Cathedral.

Except we don't sing hymns

and we don't wear

poofy dresses.

[chuckles]

[Caroline] Laura,

have you seen my laptop?

Err, no sorry.

But you must have seen it.

I left it in the office,

I always leave it in the office.

It was there last night,

maybe John has it?

Why would John have it?

He wouldn't even know

how to switch it on.

Or maybe you were burgled?

Seriously,

that is not even funny.

Maybe you could just

help find it?

But I don't know where it is.

- Then look for it.

- You look for it!

Don't get cheeky with me

young lady.

God,

if I was your mother...

Don't you ever mention

my mother, ever.

Why? Did she kick you out for

being an insolent little b*tch?

- F*** you.

- Find the laptop.

I don't know where it is!

Did you take the laptop?

No.

Then who did?

I don't know.

How about I call the police and

you can talk to them about it?

[grunting softly]

[John, faintly] Caroline!

Laura!

Caroline!

[grunting]

[tone ringing]

[Gabriel] Hello?

Gabriel, it's me, Randall.

Buzz me in.

How many stairs?

The higher up you are the less

likely you are to get burgled.

Really?

Think about it, who would

want to carry that TV

down ten flights of stairs?

Fair point.

It's a great scarf.

So what do you think?

It's nice,

except for the lift thing.

I brought you a newspaper.

I thought you might be a bit out

of the loop with moving house.

Have a look

at the lead story.

I've cleared it

with Warwickshire CID,

you're expected

there this afternoon.

Gabriel Lenard, BCA.

DC Wilson,

Warwickshire, CID.

Follow me.

OK, so there's

not much to go on, it' clean.

I mean, the cupboard door is cracked,

which seems a little bit out of place

when you consider how smart

the rest of the house is.

[grunting]

[both groaning]

So, you on the internship?

Are you actually getting paid?

There was a fight in here.

Yeah, we think so,

although how the bodies

were moved from here

to the next field

is anyone's guess.

[gasping]

[groans]

Sh*t!

Oh!

[grunts]

If you want paying,

take our money.

I keep 5000 in

the bedside drawer.

I don't want it.

Ah!

They were buried alive

with those land deeds.

They were land bankers.

What is that?

You take a rural plot

with absolutely no hope

of planning permission.

Then sell it at

a huge mark-up claiming

it's a prime development site.

Anyway, it looks like they owed

money left, right and center.

The weird thing is, aside from

the car, nothing else was taken,

not even the cash

inside the house.

[Gabriel, voiceover] Computers

are like digital fingerprints,

the information

stored on them is unique.

[phone beeps on, dials]

Losing a laptop is like giving

away the keys to your house.

Randall?

It's me,

I think I've found her.

[woman] I've decided

I'm going to take you shopping.

If you're going to hang out here

you need to look the part.

What happens when my girls come

over and you look like that, eh?

[Emma, voiceover] I had

only been there a few days

and I was sick to death

of her endless small talk.

Oh God, I don't know why

I even bother with prosecco,

champagne is just

so much nicer.

[Emma, voiceover] She was like

one of those annoying lap dogs,

that continuously yaps

at nothing.

...clothes, and I'd like

you to cheer up, please,

so let's have a little smile,

yeah? A little smile.

OK, my driver's here.

Make sure it's super tidy when

I get back in case I get lucky.

[Emma, voiceover] Pamela De'Lagua,

f***ing ridiculous name.

All of her post was addressed

to Judith Barnes.

By this point

I had noticed something

all my wealthy employers

had in common.

A:
they loved to boss

others about, i.e.: me,

and B:
they can't resist

a bargain.

And I was free.

It's like the more money

they had,

the less

they wanted to spend.

Morning, detective!

Coffee's on its way.

Emma Rose.

The DNA on the Hughes' keyboard

matches the DNA

of the hair found

at the artist's house.

She has one friend,

Brendan Kelly.

Remind me

why I know that name.

He's the pension fraud guy responsible

for the D&P bank collapse.

She's his other half, currently

wanted for questioning by us.

When you say us

you mean Agent Walcott?

Unfortunately.

Why do you say that?

We didn't get off

to the best of starts.

Working with other departments

is all part of the job.

I'm not sure

he sees it that way.

Walker hired Walcott

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