The idea in position echo tangle one.
Where's the package?
Road to clear, ma'am.
Just approaching a mile out.
Yeah, that guy and we're losing time for photography
if the face is familiar.
Hold on, ma'am.
I want to know who the newcomers are.
Kicking like this, I can bring out all the top brass
from the outside of the universe.
I want to know who Nora Attenales these days.
Not Bob.
Ma'am, you've got a dry cleaning label hanging out
the back of your dress.
You haven't.
When was the last time yours was cleaned?
You have been missed, ma'am.
Eyes on Mani Atten, ma'am.
Is that seven o'clock with people?
Probably worth knowing.
Not screaming volatile to me.
I like a top though.
No, you're seven o'clock.
He's talking to the crematorium owners.
He's checked a bit since we lost our eyes on him.
Joy, you're getting this.
Joy, focus.
Yeah, really focus, ma'am.
All clear as the bell will be in process.
Ma'am, packages arrived.
Up, John.
What sort of a way is this to show up at my son's funeral?
I shouldn't be greeted by you.
Your ex-wife's car's on its way as we speak.
You think so?
My mother's not moving until she's spoken to you.
My condolences, Nora.
My son was a civilian.
Did I get across your husband's funeral?
No, but I appreciated the flowers.
And with respect, I did never convict
a murderer on the guest list.
Your husband?
Ex-husband.
He invited himself.
A flight risk nevertheless.
So a police presence is non-negotiable.
I'm here to make sure that today belongs to your boy.
Understood.
One favor to ask.
I'm not having uniforms in my hippie's chapel.
No deal, Nora.
Your ex is not coming out of ankles today.
You and me weigh more.
The jambly beige.
She's getting us in the chapel.
That's not tea.
No.
So shift it.
We're in.
I need flowers, sweet fam.
Get the whole congregation in.
Yes.
Beautiful, ma'am.
Get us a look at the other front row.
Relax.
Somebody is bound to be videoing this.
I'll send you a copy.
Mom!
Mom?
You all right?
OK, there.
It's Anna's got the key.
The key.
There.
Do us.
Pat!
Anna!
The key.
Oh, the fuck!
Oh, Jesse, don't turn.
Come on, we've got to go.
Come here.
Let's get out.
Where's my son?
Get her out.
Come here.
Where's my son?
You all right?
Let's get this thing.
Let's push that.
Come here.
Diana, get her into the box.
No, no, no, no.
We've got our own transport.
She's in shock.
You're bleeding and we all need out of here.
Come here.
He'll be safe then anyway.
Hi!
The crime owner is-- he should be lagging it.
Not with box files.
Oi!
Stop now!
Am I me OK?
Yeah.
Yeah, well, I will be.
When Miller tells me what the hell happened here.
Mrs. Atta, we need to go now.
Can you two please get into the van?
It's for your own protection.
Tell her to quit shutting Vivi.
Or I'll tear her mouth off.
Don't you dare threaten me.
Don't you disappoint me, goodie.
Don't you Viv me.
Inspector.
Was that a bomb?
Oh, grow up.
Bomb.
Smelled like a bomb.
We're all praying that was a gas explosion.
Well, I put your mats away.
That was a big fat wank in Bomb Viv with bells on.
The bomb squad haven't had time to assist that.
Yeah, well, the bomb squad haven't actually turned up yet.
And I don't need their data to tell me
what is blindingly obvious to insiders.
If you are in a manic phase, I'm not in the mood.
Boom, boom, boom.
I'm not the bipolar bear you remember, ma'am.
Yeah, how could he slow-forget there?
Oh, this is nice, wasn't it?
Yes, well, I've just double-checked the footage from the relay.
Based on the usual 30 years of passion books, conferences, exams,
and empirical hands-on, the depth and velocity of the plume
and the colour of the smoke, tell me it was a bomb.
So get your good wellies out with shit on the way, ma'am.
I've missed working with you.
Welcome home.
That was Lickberg.
I lied. I've told her you're tied up with Nora.
I'm counselling Saturday.
She needs taking out for a pint as a matter of urgency.
Don't even go then.
She'll 12-step her.
Actually, no-one knows. She'll be 13.
Look, just don't invite her out for drinks. We tried.
She stares at you like you've just gone for a nick of this.
Mum.
Nora's upstairs getting showered.
The money's reluctantly given as a witness statement.
How much experience do you have with Nora after?
I testified against Nora from the 2012 trial.
After the not guilty, she sent me a court artist sketch of me in the witness box.
All the witnesses got one.
You?
She's the only person I ever heard me dad call the sea weather.
And that was way before she had wings.
Well, I meant professionally, and repeatable record.
Well, my dad was on morphine at the time.
Look, I've called a press conference.
I'm announcing it was a Victorian gas domain.
Oh, um...
You'll have to give me an hour. Just a thought, me, I doubt.
I'm gonna stick a face back on.
Viv, in all honesty, this can't be the first week back that you visualised.
Why don't you go home? And when this ball's over...
If I have in the day this far, I'd be rude not to see it through, Mum.
But thanks.
You're getting a lifetime achievement award.
Outstanding achievement.
Not for coming home and lying down.
OK, Inspector.
We're gonna be asked internally whether we should have seen this coming.
Nora didn't see it coming. How the hell could we?
And she didn't. Her security at the crime was scracky.
Well, this blows over. That is not how Nora works.
She'd spark a riot just to find time to think and roll your troops.
We really don't want that, Mum.
So if it wasn't a hit, are we thinking warning?
Nobody uses a problem that big to say boo, Christie.
Mum.
Very repairable.
I know.
She needs her insurance company believing that.
Mani has to want his mum.
Is it right we're seeing gas explosion then?
No, I've lost that size.
There's always busted gas men, so it's never a lie.
You OK?
No, Dinah.
It's your first week back, Viv.
Stay home till it blows over, Viv.
I have been stuck at home, dressed like a sack of shit,
having to pretend that I'm heartbroken over to sell me house.
Cos people needed me looking like a wreck
who couldn't spend another minute where her husband died.
Bitch, you're supposed to.
Fine.
But this is game beyond the job, Dinah.
If you fly through your teeth about being cut,
you don't blame the boss for swallowing that.
I am the boss.
What were the circumstances of her be honest death?
I've just sent down for the coroner's report.
Man.
This is a health and safety question.
How do you think she's coping?
Very well. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. She's been coughing.
Very well.
Considering.
We don't want her to burn out in her first week,
so keep an eye on her, yeah?
Yes, ma'am.
We're not letting anyone into the creme.
So we find out what's in the sandbags packing the coffee.
Yeah, we're not interested in the chapel.
If there's any secondaries, we're safer at the first ground zero
where all the best bits of the bomb will be.
Bomb?
Don't we know that?
Fucking right.
Yeah, but the bomb squad don't like me, so...
Try charming the gays-looking ones first.
Do your dick on a stick for us.
We need access to as many fragments as possible.
You all right?
Oh, can't just be happy.
Has to be manic.
No, it's just by walking onto a bomb site makes anybody happy.
Right, nobody opens this without wearing these.
Right, Noah, I'm gonna talk to you like a grown-up.
What if that was no gas main back there?
When I say we're on the same side,
that means that you pointedly stay on mine within the law
or I'll come down on you like a ton of brakes.
You've taken over no-one's turf at all
that you can think of, so you've offended no-one?
Well, maybe that's where we start.
Noah's welting.
Hit them then and pause. Time to move on.
I'm going home.
The bomb squad's currently surrounding your house,
but be my guest, Mrs Atter.
Go and try opening your own front door first.
My bitch.
Get after her. Don't let her leave the building.
If she ends up in the same room as her lad,
do not leave their sides.
Just me?
Obviously not.
Gavin.
Monica's want to see your ass.
That stops right now.
Miller?
Yeah, you're ready for this.
Guess how many bodies we came to?
Thought I was attached to the only fatality.
Yeah, well, when we started digging round in the crater,
we were thinking massacre,
cos there's more arms and legs than a West End show.
But this latar bomb big chimps,
these bodies were already dead and buried.
Buried? In your crematorium?
Yeah, some more recently than others.
And we found Herbiata.
I'm on my way.
Excellent, ma'am, but they all smell alike,
so if you're coming down, bring your vicks. Fucking rings.
Mr Cornick, would you mind explaining why we discovered 20 bodies
in a 10-foot burial pit, including Herbiata's right behind your crematorium?
Mum signs the agreements. I managed the business.
I'm not even on the deeds yet!
Yeah? Well, ask the seedy little shit whether or not I gave them money
to gas the flamours, which he then blew on those prostitutes
again and again and again.
Tell her to take her selective cataracts out and face some facts!
The gas bills are hers. Read the contract.
And overthinking just prostitutes?
No, these were real specimens.
Fatter than I can describe.
The size of him beneath those girls.
I mean, how much more ridiculous could anybody want to look?
I did not take part in the disposal of Herbiata's body.
I want Nora Atar to know that this would never have happened on my watch.
OK.
Right, so the story's so far, yeah?
When the crem owners couldn't pay the gas bills to fire up the incinerators,
they started burying bodies in the garden of the crepe.
And the cherry on top of their Hieronymus botch job.
I thank you.
Herbiata.
So how's Herbi even recognisable if the rest of him's dog food, eh?
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Right. Yeah.
How can that belong to that?
Well, it's the same with bomb vests or anything pyrotechnically chesty.
The shockwave expels ahead diametrically opposite at a speed of...
Fuck, I used to know this.
Anyway, if you look at the intercostal muscles, see? See?
Hanging off the ribs.
Suggest the bone was planted in his torso before he was buried.
What's she doing here?
Reacting. Come to offer me a pack of pen.
Reacting. There you go.
Did you mention me?
No, actually.
So, there ain't no bones about it.
This morning's attack was a monstrous attempt at mass homicide.
The desecrated Herbiata's body with a bomb intended to go off inside the chapel.
And if it hadn't been for junior and senior corneks, debt and depravity,
Nora Ata would have been blown to kingdom come.
As would I in reverse order.
So the question we are asking is which of this law?
The Irish, the Turks, the Poles.
Who's thick enough, brave enough to take on Nora Ata?
No way was it the Poles or Turks.
They've prioritised petrol stations from the airport.
Hey, has Miller found anything yet connecting
a bomb with the Irish? That's a racial slur,
cos the bomb went off outside the chapel. I'm reporting you.
Yeah, but I know what Spike's thinking, and he's not the only one.
Well, realistically, Aunt Earl Kennedy's family,
the only one who's capable of pulling something like this off.
Aunt FYI, Peter Kay.
I was born in County Kildare.
Actually, Earl Kennedy has got polycystic kidney disease.
He's in and out St Margaret's five times a week.
This was taken just ten days ago.
Where are these images? This is an authorised surveillance.
Oh, these are voluntary submissions, ma'am.
For members of the public, people who are scared.
Anonymous in the main, sign some a few sending errors.
Well, that's fine, as long as we're not being spoon-fed misinformation.
A very good point.
As a rule.
But in this case, the information's bang on.
Earl Kennedy's on his way out.
Paving the way for sun and air.
Jackie Kennedy.
He is notoriously Auntie Ata.
Yeah, I'm not sure. Yeah, and after Nora got her husband sent down and took over his business,
Jackie Kennedy told her that she'd never survived without his help.
But in fact, she tripled her turnover.
Where is Jackie?
Oh, yeah, ma'am.
One of the Kennedy snitches was with Jackie all morning playing pool,
and when the news of the gas explosion broke and that Nora survived,
Jackie went white as a sheet.
Check airports.
Credit cards.
Oh, let's forget race courses.
Yeah. Yeah.
Ma'am, Herbie Ata's coroner's report.
And Nora's still asking where the body is.
What do I tell her?
Don't kick off.
Your son's not much more than a smoothie.
Go.
Has anyone else seen this?
No.
Yeah, so keep it that way.
Until Nora Albee's got in her home.
Yes, ma'am.
Did I say bring his sock us?
Could have dressed him up as UPS, the parcel force,
but I presume you wouldn't want folks thinking he happened to resort to eBay.
Yes.
They meant it to go off in the coffin during the funeral.
It would have killed you, me, Manny, and your VIPs.
Instead, it was away.
I know. It was with Herbie in the ground.
I know how Herbie died.
Hadn't he tried to take his own life?
It was an accident.
Twice.
But now I know it wasn't.
They got to him first.
They killed him to get us all in one place,
check us out in one go.
It was so convenient.
I know my son was murdered.
Nora, for heaven's sake.
Why aren't you thinking like me?
There was no sign of foul play in that report.
Herbie had stopped taking his meds.
He'd stopped attending his paid-for psychiatric appointments.
I got it, and you slept.
And you are going to get one right back.
Now calm down.
I beg you, do not go to sleep pretending that you believe that was murder.
Herbie went to a very lonely place to do what he did without Rob.
And he told you himself, he did it to make you stop.
I read his note.
All he had to do was ask, in person.
He tells me now in a note, where was my chance?
That was not fair.
He did ask.
Mom wants me to move back in.
I just...
Looks like the last thing you need.
I didn't have a chance to say how sorry I was for your dad.
Nobody has.
Think on.
Anything you need, anything I can do, we want the same thing.
Day or night, I never don't ring back.
Manny? Manny!
Mum, talk to me.
Jackie Kennedy's plates have just been spotted heading in your direction.
Two cars.
How far away?
Too late. They're here.
Two miles behind you.
Authorizing use of firearms if you need to call it.
Laura.
Mrs. Atta.
Inspector, I heard about Herbie's funeral.
My family is devastated. That was a heinous thing to have happened.
Yeah, we thought these mice do something to help.
Total flowers arrived before the service.
Be assured my family and friends are at your disposal to... excuse me...
string up the fuckers that had a go at you.
Oh, well, fellas, that is my job.
When it will be done on behalf of the public.
Then all of our interests to cooperate, Dad would want that.
I couldn't agree more.
And I know that Herbie was a big fan of Red.
I wanted that to matter.
It matters.
A lot.
Inspector.
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Lickberg,
and this is a warrant to search your premises for bomb-making paraphernalia.
You're making a big mistake, Chief.
Tell the boys. I need them all inside.
Echo 23969 to control.
I'm outside John O's Irish pub.
This can't knock the cock.
It's making my skin prick.
You need to stick your chest out and start patting down.
We need to look like we're here aggressively.
Yes, ma'am.
Dan.
Mum. Earl Kennedy is back in business.
Fucking kidney.
Um, don't...don't...don't dial Mum.
Weather's about to change. Dan, I'm putting your speaker.
Earl was matched with Dona last night.
Had a kidney transplant this morning.
They wouldn't let me anywhere near till he's out recovery.
But nurses say if the kidney takes,
you can have another ten years on the clock.
I'll meet you in the hospital in 20 minutes.
Are you not there already?
Need to make a house call.
Good old Earl. Somebody's looking out for him. They're looking out for us.
I thought Nor had made a mind up when there was no changing it.
Oh, not by me, but by Earl Kennedy.
Earl Kennedy on our side is worth a battalion of cops on the street.
Hiya.
Hi. Oh!
Wow. You got it papers.
Love it. I didn't get it papers.
They also did two ceilings and a half a toilet wall with the spares.
Yeah, you can come and do mine.
Honestly, you could not pay me enough.
Cathy, listen, I'm sorry about Alfa.
I can't imagine why it must be like being on your own with a baby.
Er, I've been conch-y. Two vaccinations.
She never made paper.
So I thought, why don't we get her in this past?
You did not.
Dona, that is it. You're packing your bags and I mean it this time.
Even I know to wait till the start of school.
I'm starving. She needs changing.
I'll put kettle on, but someone else is putting bags in.
Cathy, this isn't a social visit.
We don't think you're safe staying round here.
I love her saying, "Pack your bags and I mean it this time."
Every time I find a decent flat start, I'm out of it.
Anyone's throwing sugar?
Come here. Safe from what?
We can't go into detail, but there's been an attack on
a local gang family and we're expecting repercussions.
They're on about the answers.
Who's behind that then?
None of your business and it's not the point.
You're right in the firing line if anything kicks off.
I'm saying I think you're safe from moving back into
mine till it blows over or we need to make other decisions.
You know, if you're all happy in the one room, you're more than welcome, Donna.
Oh, she could just move in with me if she'd ever let me rent anywhere.
The point is though, if you had to dive into
Saltow it every time it kicks off found here.
You'd have heard, is it?
Yeah, well, they've upped the game on kicking off explosives we used.
You didn't hear that from us.
Fuck me.
Dolores Mavis May Cornick.
Gerard Ethan Cornick.
You were here by charge with the indecent disposal of human remains.
Contrary to common law.
No, we won't make indecent disposal of human
remains stick in a month of Sunday's sweetheart.
Aye, who's interrogating who?
Indecence is a variable anyway, but you've only to bury
her body under six inches for it to count as a proper burial.
And we never use less than two feet.
Mum!
So we walk out the courtroom.
Well, I'm too scared to do that.
But he hasn't the guts to stare himself in the face.
Never mind Nora Atter.
He'd have more luck getting his own trade descriptions out.
But if you've any mercy for us at all,
you'll find another claimant than Nora Atter.
So if we identify another body, Nora Atter
doesn't have a personal say in his sentencing.
Wow, you've been doing your homework, Mrs.
No option.
For their sake, we need to find another claimant.
Today?
Choy, are you joking? Like we've got time to run round skivvying after then?
Well, I don't want to be stood here in three
weeks when they both had their throats lit, do you?
Well, to be honest, I won't mind.
Miller, is there anything to give us Jackie Kennedy?
Right, whoever cooked this device used gold,
not copper, and we all know what that means.
No, no, Miller, we're not all on your bandwidth today, mate.
Look, just keep your head tidy for me.
Yeah?
Geez Louise. Well, tidy?
Yeah.
For you?
Yeah.
What, the over-informed single parent who
lost a job to herself tampering Presbyterian?
So you're the most opinions on anything and
everything in every fucking body, have you?
Have you? Have you?
What have they have?
Look, just...
Yes.
Or no.
Yes, well, a bit severe, looking a bit arendale, fine, but...
Down in Aresey, down to the Irish Sea.
The bomb was triggered by a mobile phone, so all we
do is snow the incoming calls to the nearest mast,
being the actual crucifix on the Creme.
The moment it went off, see you press boom.
How long?
Yeah, well, the home office needs to sign
off on it, so have you ordered your tree yet?
Shnucky.
Uh, Miller, it's vital we get the fingerprints from the bomb.
Am I the boy in the fucking bubble, or
what? There's no Irish Dabs on that shrapnel.
No, not the fingerprints from the bomb, the
fingerprints from the fingers of the bodies in the bomb.
What do you want to swim round that chute for?
We need one ID to save the Creme owners from, well, cremation, probably.
Twenty bodies, all manks, one of them's bound to have a record.
Yeah, bound to. Well, all the fingers are over there in hamper number two.
I can show you what you'll need to do, but we're struggling as it is, so...
OK.
It's just saline you're injecting to swell
the outer layers into readable tissue samples.
Whoa! No, no, not OK.
Are you one of us to ID the fingers ourselves? No, George.
It's Sarge.
No fucking way, Sarge. This is why I never join the army.
Get that lot to do it.
It all makes perfect sense for you.
Jackie fives out Herbie's dead, knows his own dad's flaking imminently,
stuffs a bomb in Herbie's corpse.
It only sounds stupid once it didn't work,
and he didn't count on his own man pulling through.
But who?
I'm fair dues to Jackie.
Who could have seen the cornicks coming?
Why did I think it'd stink of pissing bananas?
I've heard he's talking. Yes.
Only visited since I was last here. No.
No phone trafficking around?
We are obliged to keep Jackie under protection.
From Nora, Arthur.
We'll use the hand of that mad bitch a thousand nails to put in my son's coffin.
All the press can confirm is that we're sweeping for firearms,
which is standard practice in turf-related negotiations, yeah?
And thanks to Jackie's performance, Nora is
convinced that she is looking a total mug.
Jackie paid his respects, for God's sake.
Didn't put a foot wrong.
Oh, name a single other time when he didn't.
I want Jackie brought here, right now.
What, today?
Oh, well, are you fit enough for the prospect of him telling you a bare-faced lie?
Looks like a dick after a night on E.J., but watch.
Look, I can only show you how to do it if you watch him, eh?
Right, if you put too much saline in, it's just gonna pop.
But if we put just a-nothing and...
Now it looks like every other dick after a single jump.
Got one! Right, couldn't somebody drop everything to get this one checked?
Please?
Wait your turn. Number 21.
There's one here with a shovel in his head.
Today Nora has every right to rip the world apart, yes, she hasn't.
We're thinking it's because of a son's suicide note.
Herbie's suggesting his own writing, God bless him.
But he took his life to pay for her sins.
If Nora kicks back with bloodshed, then...
she'll be dancing all over his grave.
That's a tenuous presumption to basic plan of action, aren't you?
That's the reason nothing's happened yet.
But I do know Nora better than most, and if we don't take
full advantage of her grief, things won't stay quiet for long.
Earl Kennedy's alive and recovering well upstairs.
He can't afford to move him out.
Oh, no, I'm suggesting that we bring Nora to see him.
Absolutely not.
So she can blame him to his poorly face?
No, she's already blaming Jackie, but if she can see for herself what Earl's been
parked, she'll know he couldn't have had any partner.
That won't just make it go away.
No, but she'll have someone senior to negotiate with.
At whose cost?
She'll need to come out of its melon of roses.
That'll make two of you.
You admit into the disposal of how many bodies?
I shall provide seven.
Me about 13?
Well, 13.
For the tape, you're taking full responsibility.
Yes.
Deceptively disposed of.
Yes.
How long till we're shifted to witness protection?
Sergeant Fraser's entering the room.
Right. Dolores Mavis May Cornick and Jared Ethan Cornick.
I'm jointly charging you on suspicion of murdering your husband and your father.
Ethan, Stanley, Brunswick, Cornick.
I've known specified time, but I told forensics to
work backwards from your last defaulted gas bill.
No, he ran away with all the money.
He ran away, didn't he?
Not with a shovel in his head, he didn't.
He didn't write that last letter to me, did he?
No.
You spend the money and the rest of them for it on you again.
Don't be attitudeable, you're just here time, Dolores.
Come on, get that down, you.
I've no appetite.
You need the carbs, you're in shock.
You're still shaking.
That'll be the face of me own judgement running down my legs.
Nora, thank you. We need you to come on into circumstances.
Hello, Elle. I didn't know you two were so close.
What happened to you today was sacrilege.
I don't know what your plan was...
Shut up! This is not your business, Wimbo.
I think you're giving my son far too much credit.
Just after the bomb, three cars, not
associates of your son, were seen heading for London.
They only turned around and came back when
they saw your transplant had been green lit.
Hebe's funeral, Elle, was your son. I saw it in his eyes, so did she.
You harm one hair on Jackie's head,
and Karma will come at your other kid like a fucking freight train.
Then get well soon.
If there was no deal to be done, you wouldn't have come this far.
And you would have heard me out because of your son's dying wish.
For peace.
Go and define your peace.
None of this was sanctioned by anybody I could identify.
Would again, Elle.
Alright. Here are some numbers.
From Mercer Street, down to Panic Lane.
I'll hand over to you, Wimpin' as you.
You leave my son to his own devices.
Yeah?
Down to the docks, including assets.
Assets? What assets?
These party girls.
As you see, I would have cut in women.
It wouldn't work for you.
As long as they're not working for you, I don't care.
They can rot.
With language like that, you'll rot before they do, Nora.
We'll make a deal.
Save you, paddles.
These are positive beeps.
He's having a good think about his future.
Deal.
You reckon she got what she came for?
You tell me. She's more faces than a town hall clock.
Hey, who's that?
Him.
I didn't shit.
Tintin'.
Send him in.
He can stay.
It's you. You'll be in or out, yeah?
You will not be coming back to the house.
You have somewhere better to be, no?
Your award.
The award ceremony is taken care of.
Nora.
I've heard nothing from you that follows through on promises.
Manny, get on the phones.
It was a gas name.
Stand on your protection team.
They will not be there when I get home.
I'm first to admit that behind every great woman there has to be a man saying yes.
But not tonight.
Now, I've seen firsthand what strength,
dedication, vitality this officer brings to her job.
Cos you know what's going on now?
What?
Chicken-licking Lickburg.
She's got a one-dollar name all over those proceedings.
Well, no thank you, ma'am.
Successful it was.
You said that you were going to wash your hands of it.
Oh!
Stop, stop! Turn back and do what you do.
I've left the shoes.
You said you were putting them on so you wouldn't forget them.
Oh!
Now, she doesn't know this and nor did I till today, but
applications to her unit are five times higher than average,
naming hers a main reason for transfer.
Amongst the outstanding, she is truly outstanding.
If you get us to the gig, son, I'll sign you a fooling for the wife.
Please put your hands together for Inspector Vivian Deery.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
What?
Shit!
Why?
I've been talked about like a bag of washing.
You stuck a 40 for her.
You're not the first though, but looking at
one, we get the foot down, make up the lost time.
Well, predictably, Viv's outkeeping the piece.
So to collect the award is her most recently appointed protégé.
So, ladies and gentlemen, please put your
next hands together for Sergeant Joy Freis.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
A better way than never.
But after the day we've had, you'll forgive me.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE Now, ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much.
Thank you.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
At least you got the injectors.
What is the female for Spartacus?
I'm Spartacus.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
So that's how she does it.
Where's one of the lads?
Yeah. Very well, actually.
I could listen to that. I'm on one forever.
Total opposite of the point of promoting women, you know.
Thank you. Thank you.
I'll probably get letters saying that this is a mercy trophy
after the death of my husband or a consolation prize
for the fact that we haven't found his killer.
Yet.
But the Taliban were the only mob not claiming responsibility.
To the best of luck to all of us for that result.
But I can genuinely only acknowledge this award
on behalf of a team.
They call me Team Leader.
But they teach me an awful lot.
APPLAUSE
Thanks to DC Alikberg for her kind thoughts.
Had they not locked 12.5% off our budgets,
I might have believed the word she said.
But let them hear this.
They'll regret making me inventive.
APPLAUSE
Tell my enemies...
they'll wish I were coming.
APPLAUSE
So what do you reckon?
She at all. Yeah, very nice.
Compact and visual.
Ooh!
Where's the wine? Your fridge is locked.
Who has a lock on the fridge when they live on the wrong?
I've still got builders on an early three-day week.
Hey, Viv, I nearly didn't ask, but why's he in the bin?
Come on, we're all shagging.
Right, don't get so picky that we end up having to draw straws
for who tells you to get a grip on what's credible, you know?
For your information, I couldn't wait to get my hands on him, but...
He climbed out of the cab with a voice like, "Mrs. Merton."
LAUGHTER
Two hours of that. Ooh!
He likes to dance both on and off the floor.
Ooh! Ooh!
I'm having him.
Carrying on as if nothing's happened is one thing,
but she was charging up and down that stage like Susan Boyle.
And what's that?
They all regret making me inventive, supposed to mean.
I said you've only ever to ask.
But this is the last time I'm offering.
Do you want to know what actually happened?
Let's get me on.
Grazie, that around? Well, then, I am.
Right, guys, lift this.
Lift this. Yes, we want to lift.
Oh, Lord, we need peace. We've got seven hours left.
Mum, listen, um...
Something trickled down to me today that I wish I'd never heard, and...
I know what'll happen. I'll get drunk and
I'll say, "Oh, wrong and in a temper," so...
It's best now.
I know what happened with Laurie's murder.
It's been filed past the yellow line, haven't it?
My nephew, he works in the records office.
Mum, the case for Laurie's murder has been relegated beyond the yellow line,
and everything beyond the yellow line has been filed under NAB.
No active budget.
So I'm told...
We don't blame the lads, you know. He's just as
gutted, and technically it's trickled up, so, you know.
Is that... Is that true?
The court case thing here. The CPS for fucking real.
Oh, they're so half-spike.
Ladies' time.
But it's with my full consent.
After 13 months, 110 men, three forces chasing tails,
it's unaffordable by any stretch.
Who's going to tell you all on Friday?
All the disciplines are agreed.
The death of my husband wasn't part of somebody's big plan.
It was just a...
Just a big day for a shitty little nobody.
Look at my face.
I'll never let this case go.
What if it were better for me if you did, Spike?
Over 200% with you.
Aren't we?
You know, you say you won't close you with 200%.
Hey, you need to move on.
I need to get drunk, Spike.
Sort of, eh?
That's a little wine.
You want it?
Got the drink?
To teamwork.
Whoa.
Hey, how's your party going? What am I missing?
Miller's self-medicating.
We've already just seen a proper drink, so I'm still early doors.
I requested a shift change. You said about half an hour.
Well, I'll find us a cubby hole for a quick jump, won't you get here, then?
You're on.
Oi! Idiot!
Stop!
Oi!
What the hell?
There he is, lad!
They told me it wasn't for each kidney.
Kim Garvey, 22nd of February 2002, so that's spicy.
Hang in there, mate.
Yeah, come on, you can make it, brulee.
Shut the fuck up!
Echo 26511, Earl Kennedy's been stabbed, need a forensics unit.
Big smile.
Need help.
We need some help!
Come on, then, just cover him.
Hey!
Nolan, where's Ben? Ben!
Come on, Ben!
Come on, Mum!
Come on, take it!
Ben!
I'm not going to the internet.
He's up at the speed.
He's the actual...
Fuck off, you mean.