The Level

I know, I know.

And, uh... And let's face it.

This operation has produced some classic Crime Division moments.

Primarily this bell-end right here

who managed to get himself in front of a speeding bullet.

But also the officer who risked their own life to save him.

Who we've just heard

has received an official police award

for outstanding bravery in the line of duty.

- Round of applause, people. - Oh, my God.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Now, I'm sure the top brass

will be sending over the real thing in a day or two,

but in the meantime, the boffins at Crime Division

have come up with a little something of their own.

No expense spared.

If you'd like to join me on the stage, young lady?

Ladies and gentlemen,

I give you the one, the only D.S. Nancy Devlin!

Thank you very much.

Speech! Speech!

Thanks for calling me back.

I was just, um... I was just wondering what time

to pick up my mum, Teresa Devlin.

Mm.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, wait.

When I spoke to her psychiatrist,

he said she'd be coming home today.

Well, when, then?

All right?

Kevin, do you fancy coming back to mine tonight?

Sorry?

Why not?

Because you've never wanted to before.

And you know I would have any time since I've known you.

They're not letting my mum home.

I don't want to be on my own tonight.

Jesus, Nancy, if it's company you want, that's fine.

You don't have to sleep with me, really.

I-I know.

I-I do know. I'm sorry. Sorry.

I probably wouldn't have been up to much anyway.

Ah. Ah.

Sorry. Sorry. No, it's okay.

Oh, geez.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

- Sorry. - It's... It's all right.

Ah.

Uh... What?

It's me. Sorry.

I have to get this.

Hi.

Okay. Um...

Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.

I have to go.

What? Now?

What, has something happened? Is it your mum?

- Nancy? - I'm really sorry.

What? Nancy!

- -

Go on, Badger!

It's over there.

He's getting old. Hayley won't recognize him.

You know, she's coming back from Spain... Hayley.

Her and Emil are getting a divorce.

It's a shame. I liked him.

He's a good son-in-law.

Cracking midfielder. Thick as a brick, mind.

- All his brains are in his... - Why am I here, Frank?

I need a favor.

No. This isn't how it works.

If your name comes up in an investigation,

I make it go away, but that's all.

I've got trouble.

It's near Newhaven.

It's bad, Nancy. It's really bad.

Jesus, what have you got yourself into?

You know what?

Let's forget it. I shouldn't have asked you to come.

Frank. Frank.

Seriously, I've no right to ask anything of you.

I'm not like you, Nancy.

You make the world a better place.

Not all of us can say that. I can't.

Don't know.

My world was better for having you in it.

Your world, darling?

Would have been hard not to improve on it.

The home life you had.

- I mean, you couldn't... -

Frank?

- Ah. - Frank!

Oh, my God!

Look at me, look at me!

Run.

- No, I'm not... - Run!

- - Aah!

- - Ah!

Um, and ibuprofen.

- Taken it before? - Yeah.

Aah!

- Frank? Fr-Frank? - You have one new message.

No! Please!

- -

East Sussex Homicide have been in touch.

They've got an I.D. on a body.

When they ran the name through the database,

it came up as flagged to us.

Frank Le Saux, businessman.

Ran a haulage company in Brighton.

Crossed the radar a few times for cocaine trafficking,

but we've never managed to get anything viable on him.

Where was he found?

20 miles outside Brighton, in woodland off the M23.

Four shots.

Forensics reckon there was a gap

between the first two and the ones that killed him.

They've let him bleed out for 10 minutes

and then put a bullet through each eye.

The East Sussex Police

can't rule out an organized-crime angle.

They want someone to give advice.

D.S. Devlin, I'm sending you.

Sir, are you sure I'm the r-right person for this?

It's just I was at school with Le Saux's daughter.

Their D.C.I. thinks the local connection

could play to your advantage.

Your father still Ives in Brighton, doesn't he?

Yeah.

Enjoy the trip home.

Kevin... I need a word.

Here you go.

Is that the one that makes you nauseous?

It's the one that's making me better.

So where is it they're sending you?

Brighton.

Home.

I wish I didn't have to go.

You're not to worry about me.

I've got every reason to get well.

- I've got you. -

You have one saved message.

No! Please! -

- -

We don't know what he was doing there.

We've got no witnesses and no leads, and it rained all night,

so apart from ballistics, the crime scene's given us zilch.

So all we've really got is the man himself, Frank Le Saux.

Met his wife, Cherie, while she was still a dancer.

Has one daughter, Hayley,

been living in Spain for the past eight years.

She's in the process of divorcing

La Liga footballer Emil Svrcek.

There's also a son, Tate.

He's got a developmental disorder

and learning difficulties.

He's in a home for supported living.

And then over here, rumor, rumor, rumor.

The Frank Le Saux who was on the radar for cocaine trafficking,

which is why the National Crime Division

has sent us D.S. Nancy Devlin.

Welcome.

The point is, all of these Frank Le Sauxs

are being buried tomorrow...

the father, the husband, the haulier,

the possible drugs trafficker.

And his killer could come

from any one of the worlds Frank inhabited.

Gunner, I want you and D.S. Devlin

to lead a surveillance team.

We need everything that you can bring back from that funeral.

I want to carry.

Oh. You and me both, love.

You and me both.

Boss says you used to be school friends.

Yeah, when we were kids.

What happened?

Uh, different worlds.

We grew apart.

Don't talk to me about respect.

If you had any, you wouldn't be here.