If he doesn't start developing some range, I'll do it.
He's autistic, Viv.
It better be.
Whoever it was who broke in must have taken something.
Our dignity for starters.
He's got us rooting around like we're
looking for sodding car keys.
Whoever he is is laughing at us.
We can't deal with this on our own, Viv.
We have to take this external.
No way.
The only way I would dream of risking that
is if I was 100% positive it was one of me own.
The one thing we can't deny is that Patrick
was getting information that only someone close to us
could have known.
Whatever he came back for, we know when he did.
We have to rule out where our boys were.
You first.
The client?
Give over.
If he knew we were talking about him like this,
we'd be straight for the sack or the bin.
Well, who'd you rather?
Miller?
He sees hookers.
Plurals sometimes.
Who told you that?
He did.
Forgot who was chauffeuring him home.
We were Spike.
I'm confident with Kit's viv.
Someone always is.
Spike cleared Patrick's alibi.
Next thing you know, Patrick's abducted another victim.
She said Patrick begged him not to make him do it.
Baked?
You really think any of them could have done that?
We need to find out where they were, when,
so we know who to trust.
We got in the bags.
We've already started.
OK, lads.
Forget about him, guys.
What's that?
Oh, shit.
Sorry.
Forgot your eight catch up.
I'll go back.
No.
Chill out.
It's fine.
OK, Sultig, now you're paired back up with Tintin here.
Don't forget he needs a good hand job out, 3-3-30.
Otherwise, he gets a bit grumpy.
Don't you, babe?
This is definitely worth it.
Teagan doesn't brag, but she can throw out the theme tune
to going for gold.
Eight, right.
Go on.
Go on, back in the cave.
I should have just married Sprite on the back of the car.
Echo, Tangle, two, control, two shots fired,
north-west of Saltmash Street.
Repeat, two shots fired, north-west of Saltmash Street.
Morning.
We need one of us to be uncontaminated by this.
It's business as usual.
Can you just speak to--
Yeah.
What took you both?
Oh, mom left the headlights on again.
They've had to pick me up.
Keep saying, get her checked.
What you got for me, Sarge?
Uh, a gunman shot a jug and then--
victim was doing his cool-down exercises, man.
Died instantly.
A witness said they saw the gunman throw a rucksack
in the canal, spikes waiting for divers.
Yeah, the first round hits the poor sod in the carotid,
then wham, bucket neck.
The first bullet is nowhere near worth my attention,
but the second one's gone in and not out now.
If I was you, mama, I'd tell me not to let
his brains out my sight, catch a gun,
catch a killer, all that cheese.
Daunted.
All right, don't fret, lads.
I'm just coming for the hardware.
He's way too obvious for your shit list.
My shit list?
Uh, shit list, huh?
Where'd you and this sneak off to last night?
Both were in the same clothes as yesterday.
You were missed.
I think Kathy was pretty overwhelmed
being able to calm her down.
You mean you both passed out pissed on yourself with--
Hey, it's all over.
OK, um, can someone get the lights for me, please?
Right.
Right, victim's name is Dr. Jeremy Tierney,
one of the most highly sought after myomectomy surgeons
in the UK.
Don't Google it.
Not unless you like it, pinkwet and shiny.
So was the doctor the intended victim?
Or did the good eater gunman just get sick of feeling guilty
every time he talked into a KFC family bucket for what?
Tierney was one of them fitness freaks.
He'd jog to the hospital every morning, same route, same time.
Set your watch by him.
So the gunman could well have planned the hit.
Now what have you got, Prof?
Behold, one freshly plucked bullet
from one freshly dead Oxbridge education
was fired from a 9 millimeter bar cowl.
Pistol, sleek, beautiful.
And if this summer's jaunt to the Palm Springs gun show,
is there anything to go by?
Quite the heartbreaker.
The gun that killed Tierney was used on the Ford Hook Estate
in a number of recent gang shootings.
We never found it, but we're all set to raid the den where
the gang hangs out.
So first to find the gun gets employee of the month
on a big kiss from me.
And this can't look like we're raiding this state
just because the victim's postcode
wasn't the local favela.
God forbid, sir.
Join the hospital, Fishford dirt on the surgeon,
and spy its big boss on the raid.
Move!
Diana, Diana, is everything OK?
Like, what is this bloody shit list?
Am I honest?
It's just one of these jokes you don't get,
but you'll have to laugh out.
Look, I've got to go.
Wait, are you not coming to the hospital, mate?
I won't miss it.
Right, my car, five minutes, but she's doing it.
I'll keep a rocky back.
You're all back here.
Check alibi.
Then the blue anchor pole.
Talk to the landlord who gave Patrick his alibi checks.
Buy it, did his job.
You think you're the only one who hates this.
Lower those shorts, let's put somebody on it.
Smile like you just love your boss.
Mum?
Where's Diana?
What I'm about to tell you is spectacularly confidential,
yeah?
Yeah.
I had a premonition about a lynching over our handling
of the Llewellyn case.
And I will not let my flop be scapegoated
by a bunch of prostate finger and free masons.
So I'm getting Diana to go through the case fast for slip
up so we dodge the shit list.
But, um, I was searching on that case.
No, no, no, no, no.
You're searching on this case.
I'm depending on you to sparkle gloriously under pressure.
Because you are shouting up like a good pencil.
Drive, sister.
Magic.
Well, Dr. Tini was a genius surgeon.
Problem is, if you couldn't keep up,
he'd make you know it.
I've seen good juniors leave the profession because of him.
You know what it's like to have a boss who tortures you?
I guess inside your head, your heart, your soul, HR.
Sign me off for stress.
I mean, my wife went to Malaga for half time.
Soon as we hit the tarmac, my eyebrows
fell out like pine needles.
Look OK towards?
Yeah, that's because they cost 500 quid.
That's 500 quid every year.
Weed, bunch of knives, no gun.
Check out which flights them garages belong to, will you?
Miller time.
A spiker train.
So the diver's played a fucking blinder.
Pulled the government's rucksack out to the canal.
OK, one hoodie, XXL, one phone, drowned.
Just going to take a little more than mouth to mouth.
And one soggy receipt.
I did his shopping before a shooting.
Got peckish.
Very peckish.
How's it going?
The garage below is registered to this flat.
Your mum about.
Wait here, I'll just get her.
Oh, my shoulder!
Road clear.
You're all for the landing.
Task in, he's out the window.
Chase him.
You chase him, he's re-rolling.
On the move, possibly armed, heading south towards Matethorpe
Road.
Oh, god.
Stay there!
You tell yourself it's not too late.
There's still someone out there for you.
And someone like Patrick walks in,
says he teaches kids with learning difficulties,
and you think, yeah, yeah, why not?
Did DC Tanner ask if he's any other cameras?
Or did he seem happy enough just to look at the one?
I think I told DC Tanner that all the other cameras were fake.
But I really can't remember.
Did you take this photo?
Not me.
No, I only have a story mirror back to mine.
What's new?
Did he mention anybody else to you?
Once, yeah.
I said we made a good team, and he said there was someone else.
Some straight guy he was holding out for.
She just told me I was only an alibi.
Patrick told you he was holding out for somebody straight.
What was his name?
Sean.
No surname.
Just Sean.
Patrick said he'd do anything for him.
So, ballistics show that your gun was the one used
in the shooting of Dr. Turner and a bunch of other gang killings.
I'm not in a fucking gang.
Why have you got a gun?
All right.
God's truth.
I made my stash of the gun.
But it can't have been that one.
We've got locks on the door.
Well, nobody else had a clue.
I'm the only one who knew where it was.
Leon, where's your mum?
I don't know.
Probably back in the day or two.
Where's my sister?
Social worker's going to pick her up from school.
She's safe.
Leon, it's your future you should be worried about.
We've got your position on the firearm.
Is this-- is this you?
Come on, Leon.
Looks like you.
They didn't give me a fucking choice.
When they found out it was just me and Giselle,
they took over the garage.
They said I had to show them I had what it took.
So that's that.
You're confessing to the murder of Dr. Teaney.
I didn't even know who he was.
I swear.
They said they'd light up my sister if I didn't.
Leon, would you mind just reeling off
what you bought from Tesco before you shot him?
Cook.
Anything else?
Mars bar.
Ariba.
And Diet Coke.
Strawberry lace.
And a doughnut.
A jammed doughnut.
Nobody else knew where you stashed that gun.
And it's just you and your sister in the house, right?
Giselle.
Pass quick.
Giselle, don't!
Shut up!
Don't!
I swear!
Stop it!
All of you, be quiet!
Excuse me.
Do you teach her?
She's a suspect in her shooting.
Giselle!
Don't do anything stupid, sweetheart.
Whatever you've done, you'll be OK.
I promise.
Hey, Giselle.
Come on, you don't want to be that YouTube girl.
You jumped to a death in a t-shirt saying "graphing" to her.
Do you?
We're talking to Giselle's friends and teachers.
Everyone's got it, but she's never done anything
like this before.
Bastard!
You and your little sister to do a hit, didn't you?
Didn't you, you little bastard?
She might have a pint.
I mean, it's possible Leon didn't have the guts to do the hit.
Oh, she did it to save the better of him.
Who's the scales?
Claire Winston, Giselle's teacher.
Giselle's asked her to be her appropriate adult.
Miss Winston.
I'm Detective Inspector Deering.
I'm sorry.
I just-- I put everything into that kid.
I took her from an F prediction to a B.
I've got her learning, dancing, laughing.
Do you have any idea why she might have done this?
I can't believe she's a good kid.
You have to believe that.
Well, word to the wise, eh?
Brace yourselves.
Oh, my days.
The fuck do you brush your teeth with?
Shit.
Why did you shoot Dr. Tierney?
You.
You look like Katy Perry.
You're making me a wet man.
Giselle!
We've heard how hard you've worked to turn your life around.
But you've just chucked half of it away.
What's she saying?
You walked out your house with a gun, looking to kill.
You're facing decades, not years.
By the time you're out, you're too bloody late to find
any decent fellas.
What chicks?
Speak for yourself, fat lady.
Did your brother make you do this?
Leon.
You soft as shit.
No, man.
Just woke up seeing red.
Time of the month.
Remember how that can be, right, Grandma?
Next thing I know.
Jokers, man.
Don't tell me it didn't make you smile.
The surgeon you shot, he had two kids.
That's a lie.
He didn't have any kids.
Joseph 10, Carly 7.
What made you think you didn't?
Giselle, they're trying to help you.
Answer them.
Fuck off!
She knew it.
This was never random.
I agree.
Looks personal.
I'm not being funny about a 15-year-old kid
popping a gynecologist.
It's just a weird link.
Come back to the hospital.
Check if Giselle ever went under two in his knife
or wanted to.
Cheer it back for now.
Here.
She off.
Five did his job checking Patrick out,
but there's something else, Viv.
It's weird.
Patrick told the landlord he was on love
with someone called Shaun.
Patrick's a rescue.
In 1999, Patrick got a scotch in for kicking
some bloke's door down in the middle of the night, yeah?
Shaun longs the bloke.
Yeah, he unseeded Shaun long ages ago.
He's dead. Long dead.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
But the landlord said Patrick was still going on about him,
but he'd do anything for him.
Present tense, Viv.
Somebody took those photos of Patrick in his flat.
Shaun Lang drowned, threw himself off a ferry in 2002.
They found his shoes, his wallet, a suicide note.
They never found a body.
Get everything you can on him.
Job date of birth, photo.
My dad knew what we were thinking.
He'd be turning in his grave.
Thank fuck it was cremated.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Coffee, green sugar.
Full bypass.
Oh, appreciate it.
Yeah, I'm afraid this kid's phone
is deader than top of the pops.
Mainboard's flooded, secretary's blown.
Miller, you were at the mortuary yesterday afternoon,
weren't you?
That I was, keeping on a slap.
Actually, you weren't.
I checked.
You went to the lab either.
Checking up on me, Viv?
Look, Miller, you'll never know off the rails,
but divorce is a bastard.
I'm just making sure that my mate's not headed over a cliff.
Too late.
Landed splat edges back.
I hate not knowing what my boys get up to behind me back.
Course, you know, I took me to a toy shop.
They released one of those new intercity toy trails.
Come on, Miller.
OK, I sent myself to a strip club.
I begged some tire cheek to stick a mango up my derriere.
Called me a cocktail.
Jesus, Viv, take a joke, yeah?
Was just a hug on me, Todd?
Was a crime, maybe?
Maybe not.
What's it to you, though?
And that's fucked.
Um, I'll try the last six months.
Am I losing the plot, or is this someone going
down with me dining room, Viv?
No, I want to make sure that--
all right, OK.
We've got a promise.
Viv has freaked out that there's going to be an investigation
into our handling of Patrick Llewellyn case.
Dinah asked me where you were yesterday afternoon.
What did you tell her?
I said you went off radar for an hour.
Sorry, but I screwed up.
Sergeant, nothing on the system for Gosell's spires.
I can't see how he'd have any contact out
if I was a teenage girl.
Was probably the closest person to it, then.
What about your colleague, Dr. Eyebrows?
Well, you can ask, but to be honest,
he's been signed off with stress and on holiday with his Mrs.
more times than he's been here recently.
Can you get him for us, please?
Sure.
With a girl?
Oh, yeah.
No stress.
Me and the wife went to America for half-term soon, so yeah.
Half-term?
Dr. Pushkin, what's your wife's name?
Her loving wife gets pupil to blow husband's
bully bosses brains out.
Daily mail's got to shit their knickers.
This ring up.
Why else would she tell us her husband woke up and see Annie?
Tell her her wife, mum, except she got a pupil whose mother
had just flown the coop to do it.
I mean, that's five-star grooming.
Pull Mary Poppins out.
Don't let her know we're known, not till you talk to Gosell.
Off hold it.
Wait.
Kids face in 20 years.
If this shit floats, we've got child manipulated to kill
by an adult she trusted.
She could still have a life.
It's their temperature to stump.
Go.
Diana, what have you got me?
Right.
So I know Patrick was sectioned in 1999, right?
Look at the job description on Sean Lang's tax records.
Hospital orderly?
Yes.
At Patrick's hospital, at the same time Patrick was sectioned.
That gives Sean access to people he sees as weaker then,
and people who he thinks he can control.
I'm going to his ward.
Someone might remember him.
I need you to get hold of Sean Lang's employment file.
It'll have proper details, you know, next to Cain.
Oh, come on, babe.
I've got a hunch.
Yeah, and it's giving me an ulcer.
All right.
If I sit Connie loose on it, warrant will take an afternoon.
Is it you that stinks on me?
I can't work it out.
Right.
Where's Miss?
She's indisposed.
The fuck's that mean?
How well do you know Miss Winston?
Ever go to her house?
I was wrong about you.
You don't like Katy Perry.
You look like a bitch.
You want to protect Miss Winston,
then you tell us why you did it.
We know your mom walked out on you, Giselle.
Shut up.
And your teacher was the only person
who made you feel like you existed.
Am I right?
She made you do this.
She's done nothing wrong.
What did you do together?
Stuff.
Nice stuff.
See films together.
She'd take me for breakfast.
Make me healthy.
Fruit.
Just said you were proud of me.
Breakfast?
Where?
Excuse me.
Do you mind if we sit there for a minute?
Yeah, all right.
Just a minute, then.
Well, Miss Winston, gold star.
No staff still here from 15 years ago.
Who'd want to be?
What about patients?
Tell Ray he's got a visitor coming.
A real one.
Patrick.
That uptight tart was the one person
around here who I didn't think were a serial killer.
He were bankers, though, holding on every pair of bollocks
that swung by.
People no choice but to tell him to fuck off.
He'd break his own heart literally every day.
And all the time you've been here,
did you ever know a Sean Lang?
Yeah.
Look, they came up with X-Files,
till some other twat nicked it, claimed it were his idea.
So he became a sniper, Kosovo.
Ray, thank you for your time.
Said he weren't police, armed police,
blow open some teenage mongrels by mistake.
Sally, Sylvia.
Here's the correct answer, yeah?
He went right.
Patrick, we're his number one fan.
What did he look like, Ray?
A big lad.
Marble slab.
Was this him?
Not Sean.
What, you had hair then?
Not your big, hot spray tan, neither.
Was this spot the nonce?
No, any.
Hiya.
Hey.
Hiya.
Mm.
You're home early?
Yeah, and I'm right back out again.
No time for a jam, boys.
Just a quick change of knickers.
Champagne?
Yeah.
What's the party?
Come on, Kosovo.
We got a phone call a couple of hours ago
from our booking agents.
And--
Diana, we're in the clear.
He knew he was an orderly without me saying.
He said he lied.
Maniculated Patrick.
But Viv?
You said Sean claimed to have killed a Down syndrome girl.
It was Sean lying after flat Viv.
You faked his fucking death.
Get back to the station.
We bring everyone in on this now.
Uh--
Guess what is the sheet?
I suppose it's champagne.
I haven't done anything to eat today.
What you spied me with now, I--
Come in and sit down for a sec.
No, no, no.
I'm-- never better.
I-- I could just go and splash my face with water.
Are you sure?
Yeah, you get back in there.
It's not making our fortune.
Patrick.
Hello.
I'm Viv, remember?
I'm a police officer.
Yeah.
I know who you are.
Sorry, ma'am.
Is this a bad time?
You just had a bit of good luck.
Just give me a minute, Sean.
It's too big a coincidence, ma'am.
It's all you got.
A kid that's already going to jail.
I'm nowhere near enough to hang a teacher about the curls.
Where's your trip wire, Sergeant?
If we get Gazelle to admit Miss Winston told her
about Tieni's routine--
All a teacher needs to do is say Gazelle was lying.
No.
For fuck's sake, Joy, don't deflate.
You found all the corners on this.
The husband, did he know?
Well, if your daddy's as good as she is.
Joy, take Gazelle, Spike, Mary Poppins.
You don't want it for yourself?
The husband.
Why didn't you tell her there's your connection to the victim
when you had the chance?
I didn't want--
I couldn't believe that that was why she did it.
I'm sorry.
But you have to believe me.
I had no clue she was going to do this.
She didn't know.
Talk to me.
Tell me why you did this.
Please.
We're both horrified.
I know my wife.
She'd never do this, not in a million years.
How come your wife never told us of her connection
to Dr. Tieni?
When your teacher took you for breakfast,
you'd sit in the same place looking out onto the bridge.
Did she ever mention that Dr. Tieni ran across it
every morning?
Did she point him out?
That's pure coincidence.
Was it you who told us that Dr. Tieni
went there every morning?
Well, who knows?
Maybe you never said it.
Maybe you saw the opportunity, hinted it.
I wouldn't put it past you telling that neglected abuse
girl all kinds of made up shit about Tieni
to get her to kill him.
Do you honestly think me capable of something so grotesque?
Jesus Christ.
If I were going to get Giselle to blow someone's brains out,
I'd get her to kill whichever chinless,
eaten, butt fuck of an education minister's telling us
we're not hitting our fucking targets.
Pardon me, French.
I know what you're thinking.
Thinking there's no mistake.
No mistake.
She led that child to murder.
Whatever that poor girl did, she built all in her head herself.
Claire played no part in this.
She wouldn't.
She-- she couldn't.
OK, doctor.
OK.
You go to prison and protect the person
you think cares for you.
Miss Winston, she tried to blame your brother.
She won't come and visit you in prison,
and she won't be there waiting for you when you come out.
You want to knock years off your jail sentence, think Giselle.
I'm begging you.
Talk to me.
That's just one last question.
Which people will ask behind your back?
So allow me to say it to your face.
Did you know?
Come on.
You must have known.
Of course you did.
Tell me.
Well, you know now.
So what are you going to do?
You could keep working on her.
There isn't enough.
Best of luck with your marriage, Claire.
The only thing you two are going home together with is poison.
Come on, love.
Let's go.
Oh, in.
Connie says she's placed the file on your desk, ma'am.
You just left.
I did I.
Didn't you be setting up?
Oh, yeah, but the reason for the champagne was--
is we landed a contract.
A big one.
A six-week tour in Europe.
It's real.
We're on our way tomorrow.
Well, what are you thinking?
I was a sexy musician that time.
I fell for her in the first place, not you,
dicking about in the basement with jingles.
Easy now.
Next year's tax bill will be double yours.
Not to laughter.
I am a prize.
It is?
Go get famous, for fuck's sake.
Yes, ma'am.
How you doing?
Hiya, Laurie.
You come tonight?
Bring the family here.
Yeah, I think, um, just Kathy and Alpha.
They won't miss it.
How is Kathy, bearing up with you?
See you later.
Gather you got something you want to ask me.
Look, just give us five minutes.
I saw a mate goes behind her back, checking up on him.
Hey, you want to know where that was?
Just ask.
I was with Alice at the hospital.
She's eight weeks.
Maybe swear not to tell anyone this time until we got to 12.
Spike, that's amazing.
You know, I couldn't wait to tell you.
Anyway, that's where I was.
Thanks a bunch.
Look, I'll make you understand--
We move now.
Sean lines the plan up file coming through.
Connie says--
There's nothing in it, Dinah.
What?
It doesn't matter.
We open this up right now.
Tell--
Dinah, we haven't got anything.
We haven't got anything.
What time is the left to waste?
What aren't you telling me?
You ran an innocent man under a bus
and trusted me to keep quiet.
I need the same trust from you now.
Come in.
Uh, sorry, ma'am.
My first pass on the Gazelle Spire's report.
Pop it in my bag, please, Sergeant.
I'm-- I'm just out the door.
Do you know what I'm having to accept every morning
when I come into work?
I'm a good detective.
And if you rate me as a colleague and as a sergeant,
then I deserve a demand to know what you're hiding from me
on the Downs case, because this is way more
than covering our backs.
It's about time you finally embraced your mojo joy,
but in this instance, you are way off.
As a friend?
Nothing. Go home.
And look, has he, in the eye?
Tell her we're doing everything we can
after she's chucked her guts up to get us this far.
That's what you're asking.
You can get to fuck, ma'am.
Fuck, ma'am.
Would you like a Friday egg, Angela?
It's Pamela.
Pamela?
It's Pamela, love.
Oh.
Next week's our 50th anniversary.
That's if I let him make it.
Did-- did Sean ever mention me?
And Sean never really told us much about his girlfriends.
We were very in love.
Unfortunately, I had to move to Australia for work
when I found out what had happened to him.
I-- what am I saying?
I-- I couldn't face a memorial.
I want you to know I loved him.
We couldn't have asked for a better son.
And he was a perfect brother to his sister, wasn't he, Earl?
Sister.
Sylvia, did he not mention her?
Sylvia adored her little brother.
And when we first brought him home from the nuns,
she gave him more love in one hug
than he'd had in this entire little life.
She loved it when he'd stroke her face, didn't she?
Where is she?
She was such a clever girl.
And she loved the water.
It was never Sean's fault.
I'm so sorry.
Cheers, love.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey, you all right, you too?
First time's a spike.
I do not know.
We're just over there, look.
Hey, Joy, what are you doing?
The man's never started yet.
No, look, I'm just--
I'm not going to come here.
I'm just going to be--
Come in here.
Come here. Come here, right, love.
May's, cheers.
And hook him.
May just hooked me vibes at 3 o'clock.
You take the daughters, I'll have a crack at them,
and we're going to get so late, lads.
Mm-hmm.
So, on the roof.
Yeah?
We were.
What, fucking ace?
Yeah, too, right?
Right, you know what?
You know sometimes when there's an elephant in the room,
it's got to ride it.
Yeah?
Have you seriously not shined anyone with wiles since we bombed?
I'm just going to go kill Jonah.
No, wait.
You also got me so mashed, because I
don't remember a thing, what is that?
You got me mashed.
Well, question is, O'Connell, can you remember me naked?
Right, so, HD, 3D.
That is now, Rachael.
What sort of partner are you?
Right, I'm not having this.
Ryan.
Ryan. John. What's the relationship to the no. Here we go.
Hey, man.
Oh, bless your pot.
So how much do you pay this lot?
You know what?
Your bankrupt.
Your house is dry.
Joy, you could take a strike.
Hi, man.
Good to see you.
Oh, bless you.
Come on, who's on the front with me?
You look nice.
Oh, nice.
Nice.
Excuse me, darling.
This set is dedicated to the most special boss in my life.
And judging by the crowd here this evening,
she's the most special boss to most of you as well.
This is Vivian Deano.
One, two, one, two, three, four.