Thorne: Scaredy Cat Page #7

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the problem. He f***in' well is now!

Do you know what I think?

I think in some f***ed-up way,

which I cannot begin to comprehend,

this is what you want.

You wanted him out there.

Well, now you've got it.

Is there any news on Chen?

Yeah, she's been admitted

for observation.

How close are you to her?

How d'you mean?

Well, have you noticed anything

about her, anything unusual?

We've all been a bit edgy, boss,

but, er...

I haven't noticed anything...

particular about DS Chen, no.

'He's out there!'

"You're never gonna get him."

You look like sh*t, Mart.

I thought you'd never get here.

Right, listen up. There's been

no sightings of either subject

but it's only been three hours.

Central 5,000 have been cleared.

They're providing us with full

incident support from Cobalt Square

under our command.

TFL have given the Nicklin e-fit

and Palmer's picture

to every tube worker and bus driver,

and we are pulling in

all the feeds from the stations.

Well, get on with it!

Did you know he was coke head?

What?

Technical support turned up coke

all over Palmer's bathroom.

You didn't tell Ruth that when

you persuaded her to let him out.

What's up, mate?

You don't look pleased to see me.

What is it, Martin?

That copper...

told me what happened.

Karen.

You know what happened to Karen.

He said... you killed her.

He said you killed Karen.

What do you think?

Huh? You know the truth.

They're f***in'... with my head.

Everyone is telling...

This is what they do, Martin.

They get inside your head,

chisel their way in,

and they try to break us.

And you always let them.

I'm just saying.

So what?

Karen... Karen got into

a blue Vauxhall Cavalier.

August 27th, 1997.

Right here. 13 years ago, Martin.

That's the truth, mate.

OK.

Every dead body that comes in,

it's my fault.

You took a gamble.

It didn't come off.

If it always came off,

it wouldn't be a gamble.

He was the bait.

Now we have nothing.

You know what? Why don't you

just throw yourself in?

I'm not sticking around

listening to you whine.

When Tom Thorne show up,

tell him to call me.

How do I get Nicklin without Palmer?

Eh?

You know the answer to that, don't

you? Karen McMann gets us Nicklin.

No one gives a toss about some girl

that went missing 14 years ago.

Got every copper in London

looking for these two.

Full technical, Central 5,000.

It won't work. You won't find him

that way. Karen gets us Nicklin.

Vic knew that too. He did.

That's what got him killed.

We get to that, we get to Nicklin,

and Palmer.

So, what, you living rough?

Beg?

Rob? Yeah, and more.

So, are you ready, Mart?

Are you ready to find out

what it's like...

...to be Stu?

For f***'s sake, Dave.

So were you gonna ignore me all day,

then?

Listen, last night - Guess what,

Dave. Last night was pretty busy.

I gotta tell you, you weren't

the most memorable partner.

Yeah.

Well, we need to talk

about all of that anyway.

Why, what's he said?

Who? Thorne? Huh.

Nothing. He said that...

Palmer freaked out,

he lost control of the car.

I can't figure out

why you were in the car at all.

You'd just been attacked by the guy.

That's all he said? Yeah.

Why, what else is there? Nothing.

Nothing.

Look, Sarah. Sarah...

Uh-huh. Come here. Look at me.

We need to talk.

Is this about you and me?

You and me? Grow up, Dave!

How can you be sure?

He's not here for

the f***in' Boat Race, is he?

Got a light?

Look, this is all Nicklin. That is

way too much ground to cover.

We don't have to cover all of it.

He was 15 years old. He's not going

to bury someone under his patio.

We need somewhere where a lad

can dig a grave and not be seen

and it stay undiscovered

for 13 years.

It's not somewhere

where you walk your dog, a park.

It's got to be undeveloped land,

scrubland.

Yeah, spell it for me.

Dave. Hold on.

Listen, I want you to do a search on

every bit of undeveloped land here.

Anything that might not have been

touched in 13 years,

like scrubland or waste ground, OK?

Alright? Got it.

Is this it?

She's all yours, mate.

I don't want her on the job. Who?

Sarah Chen.

She's alright. The doctor okayed

her. She had an option.

She came back to work.

We need all hands on deck to clear

up your mess. She's not up to it.

Yeah, but it's not your call, is it?

Sir. We've got a fresh one.

"Whisky Lima 5-4 to all units..."

Keep coming.

Mind yourself.

Claude Gainer. 42.

He's a Swiss national.

He worked in the City.

His wife says he drove out at 6:45

but we can't find the car.

Keys are missing.

What about a phone? Switched off.

But if it's used,

we've got a lock on it.

Is it one of ours? Could be.

Characteristic excess -

his brain's been bashed to bonemeal.

There's not much else to go on.

Tide has washed everything away.

But it could be Nicklin?

Yeah. It's the right location.

So they're back together again?

What d'you wanna do now?

Sir! Wait.

Did we find anything

at the crime scene?

You were in Palmer's bathroom when

Nicklin got there, weren't you?

Yes.

Well, the tech report found coke

all over the bathroom.

Really? Yeah, really.

And Palmer never snorted coke

in his life.

So you should just go home

because you're no use to me.

You don't belong here,

d'you understand?

We would've had both those guys

if you hadn't been such a f***-up!

Sir... Please.

You're really pissing me off, man.

You knew, didn't you?

You knew and you didn't tell me.

What? You knew she was using during

the job and you didn't tell me.

Yeah.

I hope she was a good f***, David.

How did you know? I didn't.

Outgoing call from Gaitner's phone.

What? Get a trace on it!

Who are they calling?

Number's coming through now.

It's here. They're calling here.

Patch it through to my office.

And get me a location.

Hello.

Martin?

Go, go, go, go.

Martin?

Locking onto signal.

Martin? Yeah.

He's at the hotel. It's

the hotel. They're at the hotel!

Sh*t.

The girl from the reception desk

only just stopped screaming

and she said it was Palmer.

Just Palmer? That's what she said.

It doesn't make sense.

It has Nicklin written all over it!

But it's Palmer's turn, isn't it?

Maybe he's learning.

Phil? I'm at the hotel -

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Guv, I need an hour.

What, with Phil Hendricks? Now?

Please.

It's all ours, Mart.

Whatever we want, we just reach out

and we take it. Yeah?

Cos they can't stop us now.

I'm f***in' proud of you.

What you did today

was f***in' hardcore. Nice.

Yeah.

When I hit him it was...

Can't find the words.

Yeah, no need, mate, no need.

That's what I've been telling you

all along, innit? Huh.

Could you tell me about Karen?

Forensics got DNA off the chocolate

wrapper from the Vic Perks murder.

That was Nicklin's murder. Yeah.

It's got Martin Palmer's DNA

all over it.

Palmer's. No one else's.

Karen got into a -

Blue Vauxhall Cavalier. Yeah.

You killed her.

They're at each other's murders.

You think Nicklin was at

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