Identity S1E4 - English Transcript

Check the PIR on the rear aspect by the pool. Everything OK, guys? GUARD: Everything, OK, boss. Intruder alert in Mr Dutta's quarters. You take this level. I'll take the top. Mr Dutta is not in the daylight room. Anyone got a visual? Joe, Vadim, lock down the perimeter. Gino, check the car park. Recheck the perimeter. Jamilla, they've found him. Mr Dutta? Is he OK? I think so. How did he get here? He says he woke up, didn't know where he was. He must have triggered the alarm himself. RADIO: Rudi, can we stand down? Yeah, OK. You good? Yeah, we're fine. I've found somewhere. A lonely, dirty place. No-one will hear the shot. We have to get him there first. I know a girl lives out that way. She'll invite us over. I'll get him to drive. You've thought it all through, haven't you? Someone had to. You're going through with this, aren't you, Brendan? Of course. My brother won't stop till you give him what he wants. Should go to Halit. He'll look out for you. He's your father. They want you to kill Atif, and they won't stop hurting me until you do. Hello! Hello, Daddy. Bathurst's an old-school mandarin. Whatever he's got to tell us, he didn't trust his secure line. I'll let you do the talking, sir. Probably best. Martha Lawson. How do you do? What do you know about Bansi Dutta? That he's very rich. MARTHA: And very secretive. That's Bansi Dutta's dentist. He was referred to my office a couple of days ago. At first my PA thought he was raving. But I think you should hear what he's got to say. Mr Dutta suffers from throat cancer. He has undergone a partial laryngectomy. Meaning? He's had most of his voice box removed. He's also had radiation therapy, which has caused some damage to the teeth. Last week, I went to Bansi Dutta's residence for a routine appointment. As soon as I examined his mouth, I saw that something was wrong. As soon as I examined his mouth, I saw that something was wrong. These were not the teeth of a man in radiation therapy. In fact, they were not Bansi Dutta's teeth at all. Are you sure? Look, I checked our records. Whoever that man is, he is not Bansi Dutta. He may look like him, but he is not him. Goodbye. Well, I can look into it, ask a few questions. But without a DNA test No. You've heard of Mirax Motors? Just gone bust, haven't they? Not quite. But they will, if they can't find a buyer. And Bansi Dutta's interested. Mirax Motors keeps about 5,000 people employed in the West Midlands. My minister would like it to stay that way. So we're offering Mr Dutta an easy ride. Tax breaks, loan guarantees and a substantial sum up front. As a sweetener? As a gesture of confidence. My minister feels this is one we can't afford to lose. So you can see our problem. We can't say, "Hang on a minute, we're not convinced you are Bansi Dutta. So we want to take a DNA swab just to be sure. " That would cause all sorts of offence. If he's the real thing, you mean? What if he's not the real thing? Then we're going to look like gullible fools. Fools who've just given away £50 million to an impostor. So you need someone to check out Bansi Dutta's identity discreetly. So how's it going, this new department of yours? Hugh tells me it's quite something. Well, we're learning as we go. What do you think? Could you lend us a hand? Yes, sir. I'm sure we could. He doesn't look very happy, for someone who's rolling in it. He's had cancer for almost as long as he's had money. And that is our problem. Bansi Dutta - or the man who's taken his place - is paranoid about infection. Everything he touches has to be sterilised before he uses it and destroyed afterwards. Getting a DNA sample without him knowing is going to be an absolute nightmare. Hair, urine, faecal matter? Oh, please! Just putting it out there. Everything is controlled, monitored. His bedroom is like a personal intensive care unit in the middle of Fort Knox. So who does have contacts with him? Wow! Who's she? Miss India? Jamilla Sagar. His personal medical attendant. She's employed for her nursing talents, not her looks, although her duties are wide-ranging. She's employed for her nursing talents, not her looks, although her duties are wide-ranging. Lucky Mr Dutta. This financial rescue of Mirax Motors Does Bansi do the deal himself? In person. And they're having meetings to work out the details? At his house. Bansi doesn't like to travel. What about security? I mean on our side? Senior civil servants must be involved - a minister, whatever. I'm sure the Diplomatic Protection Group give the place the once-over. So why doesn't one of us take the job? We could sweep the place for bugs and bombs and get close enough to nick Bansi's hairbrush. We could sweep the place for bugs and bombs and get close enough to nick Bansi's hairbrush. Or his bedpan. That's not a bad idea. Let me think about it. Give it to Anthony. No. It's his idea. You have undercover experience. You've got to give him a chance to learn. Since when were you so concerned about Anthony's career? Good. I keep getting e-mails, by the way, from Deptford Prison. The head guard thinks he's seen you there under another name. You know anything about that? Must be a mistake. That's what I told him. I'll tell him again. Soare you OK about this? Yeah. Yeah. I'm OK. Good. Remember to check his ID, OK? Sure. You're with the DPG, right? That's right. What's that stand for - Don't Point Guns? We supply protection for diplomats, ministers, that kind of thing. You carry a weapon? When it's called for. Glock 18. Fully automatic. Cut a man in half. None of your Taser *** here, my friend. Nice. I hear you had a security scare the other night. It was nothing, man. The sensor on this window tripped. False alarm. Mr Dutta went walkabout without telling anyone. I thought Bansi'd have somewhere plusher. You know, paintings, antiques. The place looks like you've just moved in. This place wasn't my idea. It was Jamilla's call. 'Rudi, come in. ' Gino, on my way. I think everything should be quite comfortable. If there's any problems, then talk to me about it. Who are you? Just checking the house. Some government officials are coming here. We need to make sure they feel safe. We hope that you will respect our home. Mr Dutta is most insistent on that. Is it just me or does anybody else find this weird? What's weird? That our government is doing business with a guy like Bansi Dutta? I suppose they know how he made his money. Look at this, right? Born in the Mumbai slums. A bit of thieving, a bit of rough stuff. You'd expect that. But he's a hit man at 12! And by the time he's in his teens, he's graduated to drug smuggling, running prostitutes, racketeering. He must have made a lot of enemies. Yeah, and some of them even managed to survive. If you cross him, you're dead. It's that simple. Just the guy to save the British motor industry! I'm surprised at you, Tessa, taking notice of internet gossip. It's how I earn my living, remember? Yeah, but we're here to find out who'd have a motive to impersonate Bansi Dutta, not to pass judgment on him. I thought I told you to get that window fixed. Reset the system, guys. What are you doing here? I told you. Checking security. In Mr Dutta's private quarters? How did you get in? That door was open. Impossible. It locks automatically. No. It's an electronic lock, connected to the operations room. If there's an alert, they shut the entire system down, disabling the door. Good job that was just a false alarm you had the other night. Excuse me. Hey, Adile. Tonight? No, it's not a good idea. No! Come on, we're going to the party. They're a bad influence on you. OK. Hey! See you there, girls! Just keep driving. Do as I say. Keep your eyes on the road. What's this about? I never do nothing! You went to the police. Nazar's in prison because of you! No! Who told you that? On your knees. No, please! Please, don't do this. I have a daughter! She's beautiful! She loves me. Who's gonna look after her? You ever show your face around here again, you're dead! I Shut up. Go! No-one makes me beg like a dog! No-one! Not as tough as you look, are you, Brendan? This is Derek Smallwood, Deptford Prison. I'm ringing because my e-mails don't seem to have any effect. Let's get this straight. I'm not mistaken about DI Bloom's visit. He came here under a false name, and I have photographic evidence to prove it. If you don't address this, then I shall go over your head, OK? Thank you. Message deleted. Where will you bury him? I can't. Not until your brother's people see him first. They're gonna want proof he's dead. I can't. Not until your brother's people see him first. They're gonna want proof he's dead. He deserved to die. He betrayed us. I love you. Martha, hi. Where are you? Any luck with Bansi's DNA? No. Time's running out. He's moved the meeting forward. There are cars full of men in suits on their way to you as we speak. I'm sending Anthony as backup. I'll take those. It's OK, I'm coming right back. Sorry. Regulations. No problem. Minicabbing on the side, are we? That's fine, sir. If you'd like to follow me. Excuse me, sir. I'll just need to take a look inside that. It's already been searched! Just routine, sir. Can you open it? Anthony just sent this photo from the house. I've done a little work on our friend Mr Dutta that might provide valuable background to the case. I've done a little work on our friend Mr Dutta that might provide valuable background to the case. OK. This is the big one. Bansi's masterpiece before reinventing himself as a straight businessman. Bansi's masterpiece before reinventing himself as a straight businessman. The Bajpai Chemical Works, 1997. they were the lucky ones. Nothing was ever proved, of course, but the scenario is this. Bansi's running a protection racket. Local industrialist won't pay up, Bansi blows up his factory. The factory specialised in producing sulphuric acid in high concentrations. The blast itself was fairly small. The damagewasn't. What became of these people? They're still awaiting compensation. I'm not putting you off, am I? Just doing our job, right? OK, he understands. Well, we can get started, then. I've got the papers here that were sent to your office earlier. Well, we can get started, then. I've got the papers here that were sent to your office earlier. You can change some things about a face, like the colour of the skin or the shape of individual features, but the one thing you cannot change is bone structure. So if this Bansi's an impostor, what's happened to him? Or what's left of him. Well, security's pretty tight. It would be tough getting him out of the building, alive or dead. So he could still be in there. Let's reconvene in half an hour. Could you clear these cups away? Did you have a pleasant evening with your girlfriend? It must have been quite a night. You seem a little dishevelled this morning. Do I? Sorry. Is that blood on your shirt? Don't you ever answer your phone? I'm with the DPG, remember? We don't take calls on duty. Tessa needs to talk to you. Yeah, I did some work on the Bajpai survivors. Someone had to. I went over there in about '98. I was young and idealistic then. And it made a change from belly tucks and facelifts. You reconstructed their faces? What was left of them. I tried to give them back something their families could bear to look at. Luckily, it's not a society that sets quite as much store by appearance as ours. OK, this man's definitely had reconstructive surgery. See the residual scarring in the hairline? Muscle contracture at the sides of the mouth too. It's a nice job, though. Like the Bajpai victims? Those people couldn't afford this sort of work. Only a couple of places could do something like this. One's in Los Angeles, the other's in Chicago. But you can't say who precisely? Surgeons aren't in the habit of signing their work. Right. But I can tell you one thing. That guy's wearing tinted contact lenses. What? Hi, Bloom, it's your favourite girl. Listen, there's been a bit of mission creep. It looks like the Bansi you're with is a fake, which makes us wonder what's happened to the real one, and we think he might still be on the premises, possibly in the basement. Bansi's house has a pretty shady past. It seems it's not just people that change their identity, but buildings as well. During the Second World War, it was a secret interrogation centre run by Allied Military Intelligence. Not even the Red Cross knew about it. There were rumours that suspected German agents were imprisoned and tortured there. I've been looking at the estate agent's prospectus and comparing it with the ground plan that I pinched from the archives, and the two don't match. What am I looking for, Tessa? Trapdoors? Bookcases that move? Something like that. Where exactly are you now? In the basement. Some kind of stone passageway, just passed. Something like a kitchen on my left. OK. Go further down that passage. There should be like a store room there or something. OK. Go further down that passage. There should be like a store room there or something. Yeah. Now look to your right. What do you see directly in front of you? Looks like the kind of thing my mother used to hang cups on. Is there anything behind it? I don't know. Oh. Hold on. What should I say if anyone catches me? Say the voices made you do it. OK. Well, yeah, there's a door. Looks like some kind of wine cellar that time forgot. That's good. That's good. Go through the wine cellar, and then you should come to some stairs leading down to a lower level. Yeah, found those stairs. Leads to some kind of vault or chamber. It's dark and creepy, but I don't think there's anyone been down here for a w I take that back. OK, this looks a bit more promising. Bloom? Tessa? Hello? ***. We've lost him. I knew they'd send someone, as soon as I saw the look on that dentist's face. But you won't stop us. Us? I saw what's in the boot of your car. Is that normal behaviour for policemen in this country? No. It's not normal behaviour. Who is he? Don't you have any shame? Why am I even asking? You'll only lie. OK. I don't care what dirty little game you're up to. But somebody will. You're going to help us. What if I don't? These go to your superiors. What about your dirty little game? It doesn't concern you. In 24 hours, we'll be gone. With £50 million in government money? You know what to do with this, I presume? It is what you came for, isn't it? What your boss at Scotland Yard is expecting. This is John Bloom. I'm not here. This is John Bloom. I'm not here. This is John Bloom. I'm not here. Leave a message and I'll call you back. It's a black spot. He did say he was going down into a cellar. It's been too long. Well, maybe he's found something. I'm going to send Anthony in after him. Are you sure? Bloom knows what he's doing. I have to do this, sorry. Are you just going to leave him there? What do you care? He needs medical attention. He could die. Then we'll put him in the boot of your car. If there's room. How did you get it? Don't ask. Bloom? What are you doing? My job. And what's that? Checking security. That's broken. Oh. That's what we do in the DPG. Wow. You're taking your cover pretty seriously. I wasn't expecting to see you here today. No, we lost contact. I was worried. So, did you find anything? You know, you've been acting kind of oddly lately. Nothing's the matter, is it? You know, sometimes I think I rely on you too much. I forget what you've been through. I mean, you never talk about it. You see what I mean? Sorry. I've never been undercover. Ier I hear it's hard coming back. No more adrenaline. A feeling of betrayal you can't quite kick. Loose ends that won't tie. Maybe I could help. Help? We look after our own in the police. What happens undercover stays undercover. And if it won't, then we fix it. And nobody need ever know. But what we don't do is lie to each other. I won't let you down. Don't worry. They've all got brown eyes. Any other colour would be very rare. It's the one thing you can't change. That's why he's wearing contact lenses. What are you doing? Trying to find one of Bansi Dutta's victims who doesn't have brown eyes. Nono. No. What about him? Sadiq Khalil. Also known as "the blue-eyed angel", on account of how he wasn't. But he's one of Bansi's men, not one of his victims. OK, Mr Dutta, I've got to get you out of here. Mr Bedi? What's this about? I haven't much time. You run the Bajpai survivors' campaign, is that right? I don't run it, I'm their lawyer. It's their campaign. Do you know this man? Sadiq Khalil is or was a very bad man. A childhood friend of Bansi Dutta's and his partner in crime. He was Bansi's enforcer? Beatings, killings, the odd mutilation. He did whatever Bansi wanted, and he was loyal. Bansi left the country for treatment for throat cancer. Sadiq was put in charge. He could have made a bid for power himself. But when Bansi returned, Sadiq handed everything right back. How do you know all this? When the Indian economy started to take off, Bansi reinvented himself as a businessman, distanced himself from men like Sadiq. And when would that be? Around '97. About the time of the Bajpai explosion? That's right. Thank you so much, sir. We look forward to signing the contract. It's all right. I can manage now. You're sure? Mr Dutta would like to be alone. OK. Fine. OK. So what have we got? We've got two faces that don't match. Clear indications that Dutta's been replaced by a lookalike. No body, though. And no DNA result from Bloom's swab. Well, not yet. A possible ID on the possible perpetrator. Sadiq Khalil, former criminal associate of Bansi Dutta. What's his motive, though? Greed. It's a classic con. He pretends to be interested in investing in Mirax Motors. The British government jump at the chance, thinking they're going to save some jobs. Including their own. They stump up seed money as a sweetener. Bansi pretends to be hard to convince, but in the end he agrees. "Give me your millions, and I'll give you my hundreds of millions. " As soon as the government money appears - ***. No Bansi Dutta. - He just disappears. Or maybe the real Bansi Dutta's discovered floating in the canal. He took his own life, depressed about his cancer. I don't know. The plastic surgery just feels wrong to me. It'd have to be more than just greed. But we're not making a case. We're seeing if there's enough doubt to stop the minister signing the contract. And I think we've done that. When I say go, push all your weight against the door. All right, ready? Go. Take a good look, Bansi Dutta. Look at your own face. Ugly, isn't it? - Who are you? - I'm a dead man, Bansi. I died on 22nd July, It was a routine job, the kind of thing I'd done for you many times before. Enforcing your law, exacting your punishment. Sadiq. The idea was to wreck the factory, not to take lives. The timer was set to go off after the factory had closed for the day. But somebody had interfered with the mechanism. Hadn't you, Bansi? Why did you do that? Because you wanted to be rid of me, to forget all the beatings and killings I'd carried out for you. To start again. I survived. Just. But my face was destroyed. No more Sadiq Khalil. No more blue-eyed angel. Now I was nothing. For months, I lay in despair. No-one could bear to come near me. No-one . . except my sister. Martha. Come in. Sir, we've examined every angle on Dutta. Yes. I've just had the DNA report. Good work. Sir? That dentist fellow was talking out of his ***. What did the results say? That Bansi Dutta is who he says he is. We've nothing to worry about. The DNA swab proved it. Was it DI Bloom who did the business? Yes, it was, sir. Quite a find, that man. Should hang on to him. I'll try. A bit of a loose cannon, though. I've had some chap from Deptford Prison bending my ear about how he's been visiting inmates under another name. I'm aware of that. I don't want to know. Do things your own way. Results are what count. I had nothing except the money I had stolen. So I used it to buy myself a new face, to make me look like a human being again. It took almost a year. I had time to think to suffer. I thought I was my face. But I was wrong. The explosion had simply revealed the monster I was. The DNA from Bloom's swab matches the DNA held by Bansi's doctor. But it can't! End of story. So what are we going to do? Nothing. There is an alternative you haven't considered. Yeah? Or maybe you have. That they're both right. That the Bansi who's about to sign that agreement is a fake and that the DNA Bloom supplied is genuine. What are you saying? That Bloom deliberately misled us? It wouldn't have to be deliberate. Oh, I think it would. Why would he do that? I don't know. But there's a lot about DI Bloom we don't understand. I trust John Bloom. Well, that's OK, then. But you'd better be right. I decided to start again too. To find justice for the innocent victims I had helped destroy. Even if to do that, I had to turn myself into another monster. Why didn't you kill me? I wanted to. Jamilla wouldn't let me. You didn't need to. All you had to do was take his place. Then you could use his identity to steal 50 million. Not for myself! Don't you see? It's justice, not theft. A chance to put right the damage this man had done. You're wasting your time, Sadiq. He wouldn't understand. I'm not saying I don't sympathise. But I can't let this go on. Come on, Mr Dutta. What are you doing? I'm getting him out of here. You know what will happen if you do. Yeah. You'll go to jail. If that's the way it's got to be. We haven't come all this way to fail now! OK. Let's go. We have to stop the minister signing that agreement. Hello, Minister. It's good to see you here. Just follow me. Mr Dutta. Assistant Commissioner Hugh Wainwright. How do you do? Ah, Minister. This is Assistant Commissioner Hugh Wainwright. Nice to meet you. Could I introduce Mr Bansi Dutta? Minister. And his assistant Jamilla Sagar. Pleased to meet you. Excuse me, sir, could I have a word? Shush! Before the signing, I wish to make an announcement on another matter. It concerns the unfortunate explosion at the Bajpai Chemical Works in 1997. I have decided, out of common humanity, to give some comfort to its innocent victims. I am therefore endowing a charitable institution with £50 million . . to provide medical care and compensation to the sufferers. Let us proceed with the signing of the Mirax Motors agreement. Bravo. DSI Lawson, who's played an important role in all this. Congratulations. How do you do? Yes, she's been a great help. Thank you, sir. Excellent result as well. I think so. Well, I'm glad my team have been useful. Let me introduce you to them. By all means. Mr Dutta, we're so pleased. I hope this will be a long and fruitful relationship. Take this. And this is DS Wareing, another key member of the team. Hello. Hello. Have I misjudged you? If I said yeah, would you believe me? Are you a good man? I try to be. Then you've got a big problem.