Monochrome Page #7

[phone beeps off]

I need to track

a mobile phone.

[inaudible]

- Excuse me.

- Hey.

Have you any idea

where this is?

Sorry to bother you. Have

you any idea where this is?

It's down there.

[grunts]

[grunts]

[Gabriel, voiceover] There's

that clich about your life

flashing before you

in those final seconds.

Like a video tape stuck

in a super-fast rewind.

That didn't happen to me.

All I could think about

was my mother.

I'd let her down again.

[Emma, voiceover]

It's funny, isn't it?

How you can even think about

something irrelevant like that

when your life's in danger.

I thought of my mother

every time I took a life.

And with each one I took,

my memory of her faded.

You caused it, didn't you?

The accident.

[Emma, voiceover] My friends

at school had real lives.

They played in the park,

they went to the cinema,

- watched TV.

- I'm trying!

My mother worked me to the bone

almost from the day I could walk.

- It's stuck, I can't move it.

- You stupid girl!

[Emma, voiceover] We had no

money, the farm was failing

and I guess she

took it out on me.

It felt like she blamed me

just for being born.

...you!

- F*** you!

- [shouts]

[Gabriel] There were no pictures

of your mother at your house.

Your Dad had hidden them.

He was hiding himself

from the truth.

What father could believe

his sweet little girl

could do something

that bad.

I don't remember my father.

How come?

He died when I was a baby.

You want me to

apologize in sympathy?

That would be

the standard etiquette.

Please,

don't feel obliged.

Was he sick?

He was murdered.

If someone murdered my dad

I'd make sure it was

the last thing they ever did.

They never found who did it.

You can't avenge yourself

on the anonymous.

Then I'd look for them.

- What if he deserved it?

- Did he?

I don't know.

I didn't meet him.

What about you're mum?

Doesn't she care?

Of course, she does.

But it was a long time ago,

she focused her energy on me.

Tried to raise me

as best she could.

Well, I'd never do that,

not with my mother.

Even after everything

I've done,

her voice still echoes in

my head every time I'm alone.

British Crime Agency.

I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Devon SFO have a confirmed

sighting three miles west.

Good luck.

According to this ID, you're

a Human Resources director.

And?

You're not law enforcement.

I'm BCA. Do you want

to talk my boss?

You can call her if you want,

sir, but I don't answer to her.

She's the most senior copper

in the country.

This is ridiculous.

What's your badge number?

Would you like to speak

with her?

Do you keep a photo

of your mother in the locket?

All those nightmares...

are locked away.

Some memories

are too precious to keep secret.

Some memories

are better off lost.

I live without money

for months.

People should realize they'd

be better off without it.

Where are you going?

Emma.

Emma.

Giving in isn't the same

as giving up.

Emma!

Emma.

[gunshot]

[chatter]

[woman] Mr. Kelly!

[overlapping chatter]

Thank you for attending.

Today marks a significant turning

point for the British Crime Agency.

We have recovered the body

of suspected murderer Emma Rose,

otherwise known as

the Countryside Killer.

She was discovered by

one of our officers hiding

near the small town

of Ilfracombe in Devon.

Unfortunately, the officer

was unable to capture her alive,

meaning the relatives of the

victims will be denied a trial

and an explanation

for their loss.

However, the officer did manage

to obtain crucial information

leading to the recovery

of the missing pension funds

in the Kelly fraud case.

At this time we believe

the funds are untouched,

and total in excess of

seven hundred million pounds.

I'll take your questions now.

Yes.

I'd be lying if I said

I'm not disappointed.

I suspended you

for being reckless,

and not only do you resume

work on the case,

you repeat the behavior

endangering your own life.

Sorry, ma'am.

- How's your mother?

- Pardon?

Your mother, detective?

Randall informed me

she's been seriously unwell.

She's making a recovery.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm going to take some time out

to consider your future here.

In the meantime,

return to your office.

You are not to conduct

any field duties?

- Yes, ma'am.

- I'm serious, detective.

You arrive at nine,

sit at your desk,

then return home at five,

do you understand?

Absolutely.

OK, off you go.

[Randall] I'm not sure how you

ended up thanking her.

I'm just glad

to keep my job.

Well, I've got to

get back to work.

Walker wants me to start

a new recruitment drive.

For my replacement.

I don't know what she wants yet.

She's being mysterious

and not telling anyone.

Even her head of HR?

I think she worries

I'm too close to the agents.

Well, I'll turn my phone off next time

I decide to give you a late call.

Definitely.

I appreciate your help

though, Randall.

You've given me

my confidence back.

All part of the service.

I just want to say thanks.

No, worries.

Thanks for proving me right.

Listen, I think underneath

it all, Walker is impressed.

Maybe.

Funny way of showing it.

Catch you later.

"Dear Gabriel, congratulations on your

first case and your new department.

I've bought you a little something

to brighten up your office.

Here's to the future.

Sincerely, Martha Walker."

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