Monochrome Page #5

personally.

He was one of the richest

stock brokers in London

until he was barred

from trading.

He knows the city inside out,

every trick,

every loophole in the system.

Talk to him,

offer him what you know,

see what you get back.

In the meantime, I'll arrange

a meeting with the Director

and see if we can

make this official.

Happy?

Yeah.

Good boy.

[Emma, voiceover] I'd done everything I could

to stay away from town centers and CCTV.

I didn't see how I could

get out of this though.

Oh. That's almost there.

Clara what is going on

with that collar?

Clara?

Sorry.

Who else do you think

I am talking to?

What's this?

A present from someone.

It looks tacky. Men aren't

interested in girls who look cheap.

Then why are we

shopping here then?

Hey, most women I know would

kill to be taken out shopping.

You should be grateful.

Thank you for

taking me shopping.

Enough cheek, OK?

All my girls are coming

at the weekend

and I need you to

behave yourself.

[sighs]

Whatever.

Don't whatever me, child.

Show me up and

you're out on your ear!

What the f***

are you looking at?

I was wondering

if we could have a quick chat?

Sit down.

I have some information

regarding the Kelly fraud.

Well, I'm listening.

I found Emma Rose,

the girlfriend.

Oh right, where is she?

She's in Warwickshire,

or at least she was there.

I have evidence to suggest she

murdered John and Caroline Hughes.

OK.

We already knew that

she was there

because DNA found at the scene

was a positive match

to DNA

at Kelly's apartment.

However, just because

you've been at the same place

at some point in the past, well,

that doesn't make her a murderer.

What about the land-banking?

This couple ripped off a few

hundred grand, they're small time.

The Kelly case is completely

different for two reasons.

Firstly, that man is currently hiding

over 700m in stolen pension fund...

700m? I had no idea

it was that much.

Nor do the public, yet,

but when what little remains

in that fund is gone

and thousands of old dears can't

afford their heating bills,

the sh*t will hit the fan.

I know it, Kelly knows it.

Secondly,

and most importantly,

our glorious leader

is on my case 24/7.

If we don't crack this soon

the agency will be blamed,

the government embarrassed,

and the Home Office,

well, they're gonna cut

all non-essential personal,

i.e.:
you.

All the more reason

to find her then.

There is no "we"

and even if you did

find her then what?

You don't have a department,

you don't have any back up.

This is not your case,

so stay out of it.

Hey Gabe,

working the late shift, eh?

I've been looking through

the motorway CCTV you sent,

she takes the Range Rover

up the M6,

then down the A51 near Chester

and then we lose it.

She leaves London, goes to

Daniels' house in Oxford,

then a few months later she's at

the Hughes' place in Warwickshire

and now we know

she's in Cheshire.

I've spoken to the Director.

Walker is unconvinced.

She doesn't see the connection

or the motives for the crimes.

It's obvious, it's revenge.

She targets the wealthy,

yet takes nothing from them.

Why would she do that?

OK, I was playing

devil's advocate.

I agree it's

an interesting theory

but if you're right about her

becoming a serial killer

then you know

she won't stop.

That's what worries me.

You realize Cheshire is notorious

for wealthy football players.

We could circulate

her photo around the clubs.

We could, but there's

a dozen teams in the area,

not to mention the retired

players still resident there.

East Gate Street in Chester

town, famous for shopping,

we could pass the photo around and see if

it rings any bells with the retailers.

I have a better idea,

we could look through the CCTV.

What? Chester town center but

you don't have a confirmed date.

It would be like searching for a dead

blade of grass on a football pitch.

Not for me it won't, I just

need access to the network.

[Pamela]

Here's to the future!

[women chuckle]

[Emma, voiceover] Pamela held an

ex-Wives And Girlfriends party.

Most of her WAG friends

had been dumped

by their football boyfriends

for younger models.

Not Pamela. She slept with

half her husband's teammates,

then divorced him citing his

drinking as unreasonable behavior.

Bit rich coming from

a high functioning alcoholic.

Still, didn't stop her from

walking away with the house

and millions of pounds

in a settlement.

I think that's something

everybody agrees on.

Yeah.

He did, but you know,

I did suffer.

[Gabriel, voiceover] I didn't

share Walker's reservations.

It seemed obvious to me,

footballers earn obscene wages

by anyone's standard.

Who'd make a better victim

than that?

[Emma, voiceover]

A footballer's wife.

The only idiots worse than

the men being paid

being paid to kick around

a pig's bladder

are the vain b*tches

who sit at their side

looking vacuous.

Sh*t.

[woman] So did she just show up

right on your doorstep?

[Pamela] Yeah,

she looked like a little gypo.

I'd have told her

to sling her hook.

Well, I did, but then she

said she'd work for free,

said she hates money.

- [scoffs]

- Who hates money?

I f***ing love it.

The more the better.

Especially if you don't

have to work for it!

I'll drink to that!

Ah.

Another one bites the dust.

More champers.

That was quick.

[grumbles]

Watch your mouth.

Cheeky little cow.

[Emma, voiceover] Rich people always

have well stocked medicine cabinets

because they can afford

private healthcare.

And doctors on the take

always make sure

their clients get more than they

need, whenever they need it.

She had everything,

Amitriptyline, Prozac,

Tramadol, Diazepam.

[cell phone ringing]

Ohh, here we go.

[ringing continues]

Gabe.

[Gabriel] I've found her.

She's with another woman.

I've emailed you the image.

OK, give me a moment

to log on.

Who is it?

It's nothing,

go back to sleep.

[Emma, voiceover]

Diazepam.

That's Valium to you and me.

No, self-respecting

desperate house-wife

leaves home without it.

[cell phone ringing]

Randall.

Gabe, you're in luck.

She's a footballer's wife,

although since her divorce

she's more famous

for courting the tabloid press.

According to the electoral

register, she lives alone.

Sounds perfect.

Definitely. Listen,

I'm going back to bed. I suggest

you call it a night, too.

Let's pick this up

in the morning.

Thanks.

It's Detective Lenard. I need

an address and phone number.

[mumbling]

[phone ringing]

Shall I get that?

Oh, leave it,

what sort of rude bastard

calls at this time.

Stop looking so miserable.

Why do you always

look so pissed off?

Let's cheer her up.

[chuckles]

Give her a makeover.

[laughs]

Come here, sweetheart.

F*** off.

Don't tell me to f*** off.

I'm only trying

to make you happy.

I'll hold her.

[laughs]

[laughs]

That's better.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

All gone.

[groans]

What now, girls?

[mumbles]

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