Fermented to go off in the coffin during the funeral.
Oh, Jesse, don't you hear him?
Viv, in all honesty, this can't be the first week back
that he visualized.
How would you think she's coping?
Very well.
It's in all of her interest to cooperate.
I would want that.
I know my son was murdered.
Why aren't you thinking like me?
Oh, make a deal.
Nora, it was a gas name.
Oi!
Big smile, chief.
Ma'am, don't shoot the messenger button.
I've heard it wants to see you in her office.
Stop it.
Get out of my house.
If she doesn't let me put this down to bed,
we're going to be partying like it's a sulfur dry.
It's all over again.
Anyone watching this is expecting us to put it out.
Diana, where are you, Syria?
Worst custody suit.
Kennedy's orgs, attagoon, looters.
Mayhem.
Yeah, so get back up here and eat you on the databases.
Elle Kennedy's dead of a West Side.
You need me on the street, Fizz.
You'll thank me for it.
Thank God I didn't rule her.
You done? Yeah.
Good.
Then I'm your new partner.
You've been sacked or demoted?
Both, potentially.
Is that a problem?
Along the least.
Let's go.
You all OK?
You're sick of being hurt.
Echo 24796.
Nora Fischie-Wort and the Kennedy Madman.
More Kennedy retaliations, ma'am. Where?
Molotov's thrown at Nora's bookies, taxi ferns,
hairdressers. Get the map open.
I want sentries outside everyone in Nora's shop,
front-fronts, bars, salons.
I don't give two shits about Nora's property.
Just a punter.
Hang on, ma'am.
That's another attack.
That's the other side of town.
What, they're using drones?
Control to Echo 24796, come in.
That's the attack at Mama Cusa's takeaway.
Can you get there?
Sarge, that's law.
Customers say they saw Kennedy Madpity's south.
To all the child-buddy estate.
Echo Charlie one, to Echo 24796.
Message received.
Headed to the child-buddy estate.
Over.
Drone will pull you in.
Been a while.
Did I get that right?
Spot on.
Even like you flicked the siren.
If you can remember where it is.
All right!
Um, ma'am. Gavin,
if you're gonna tell me again that Lickburg needs to see me,
I'll--
Drop everything and race to her office.
No need to knock, Christine.
We're just holding a little impromptu laundry party.
I was welcomed by sirens.
I'll ignore her deep in the eye.
I thought we'd made a deal.
I thought wrong.
The city's on fire.
And we might be in it all.
Because you thought wrong.
Inspector, this is a complete--
Shit's done.
Hold that thought, ma'am.
Who's this, your dad?
I need a fast-track ticket.
You all right?
No, you should see his face.
You okay?
What do you think?
All you did was get an old man a drink.
Yeah?
Back in the saddle.
Keith, this one's behind me.
No, double it up, needs his own cell.
That's the Garvey.
Have you got a parent or guardian
you wish to appoint as your appropriate adult?
No, not lately.
Spike needs to find it all.
Why, I'll be having that back.
When you come down from whatever it is you're on,
you're gonna realize you just killed an old man.
You realize you are one.
Let's go.
Be a fucking thief.
Got him.
Okay, we've got a white van, plate number Whiskey 464,
Echo Oscar Kilo, and some mad fucker in a ski mask
handing out volatiles like pack lunches.
Yeah, I'm lobbing a shift.
Echo 23969, DC Kowalska, come in.
Jonah, shift it, we need that van.
Echo 23969 to control.
We're on the van, heavy beast, in pursuit.
Hot pursuit.
Van stopped.
You're a fucking Egyptian now, aren't you?
You're Peter's shite.
Take no bullshit.
You're a real rest, I'll get off.
I lost him.
He's slugging off his phone, reading a map.
Headed west.
Keith, got a live wife here.
Name's Charlotte Deagon, special's 18.
Got a loot in a pet shop opposite Noah's hair.
Someone's lying low, come by ya.
What do I mean, she'll do with that, back it up.
It is a hate.
Male's eyes are black, girls are brown.
You want any medication, illnesses?
Epileptic, schizophrenic, Catholic.
She needs rousing checks every 15 minutes
and a doctor, cell number six.
With your fucking scum.
You old big fella.
What will stay the time?
Well, another top Kennedy enforcer.
Shut up, I know where you live.
And I know where you live, cell number four.
You took that phone.
I'll make you scream for your mother, I swear to God.
More thumbprint, no patch code.
Whoa, fuck me Keith.
Gotta get this upstairs.
I got a bucket in, Stuart.
Stuart!
Mum, Kim got out of his coats off his tits.
There's nothing to talk into him until he slept it off.
I want the boy's life story on my desk by morning.
Of course Sergeant Murrah he should have his history.
I will do.
Is every pin on that meant to be one of Noah's businesses?
Yeah.
She should be on Dragon's Den, who knew?
Word in your ear, Viv.
Ron's burning, Mela, too sexy.
And I'm here to give you who lit the match,
but it can wait.
Of course it can, I'll grab a kit, page me, huh?
Go.
The landline call that detonated the bomb
at the crematorium yesterday, remember that?
Quicker.
Someone made it from a payphone at 1101 a.m.
in Johno's Irish pub, which is where Jackie Kennedy was
when the bomb went off.
Which ought to be enough to piss on the Kennedy's chips,
what's left of him?
Mm.
Piss you up on him.
Pull in Jackie Kennedy for conspiracy to blow me head off.
You're short about that, Mum.
I was guarding his old man.
Yeah, tell him we were understaffed,
and if his wife gets goppy, pull her in too.
M
Mum, we got something.
Yeah, what?
Mad Matt's phone.
It's not drones, ma'am.
The Kennedys are using encrypted messages
to plan these attacks, but this one's unlocked.
Look, the van's supposed to be dropping off Molotovs
at rendezvous points all over town to confuse us,
but look at the messages.
The van's never where it's supposed to be.
Yes, this one.
The feds are right up my ass where the fuck are the Molotovs?
The rest is just a bunch of pissed off emojis.
So what, driver's gone rogue?
Broken down?
Didn't Dinah say that he had a map?
A paper map?
If this whole attack has been orchestrated on encrypted messages,
map pins, pings, then who the hell under 60 still uses a map?
Present company accepted, ma'am.
This guy can't use a smartphone.
Joy, anything on that plate number?
No, the plates were cloned, Dinah.
Just give me a minute.
I'm just trying to find someone who missed out
on the digital revolution.
Ah, Bingo.
Dinah, his name's Calvin Kilmartin,
went down for arson and murder in 1996,
known associate Jackie Kennedy,
and was released two weeks ago.
I got a visual.
He's outside a think shop on Ashdown Road.
Calvin!
Stop!
Oh, boy!
Help me!
He's got family trapped in Second Blood.
We don't need a fire crew here right now.
Shit.
He was fired for five minutes away.
Do not go near that building.
Wait for the fire crew.
And do what?
A rain dance?
Dinah, please.
Don't beg moving.
Rescue me.
I'm going in.
Okay, Dinah.
Just keep talking to him.
Approaching the festival landing.
Boys just upstairs, going up.
Police!
Open up!
He can't breathe.
I can't get him to come down.
Anyone else in this building?
I don't know.
Keirek, come on!
Come away from the window.
Keirek, Keirek, we don't have time to argue.
We stay here, we die.
Okay, we have to go back down.
Pass it to me.
Keep moving, Eilish!
Stay down, below me!
Eilish!
Dinah, talk to me.
Come on, come on!
Look out!
Hold on there, hold on.
Eilish!
Eilish! I can't breathe!
There's more people in the first floor.
Keep going, keep going, you'll make it go!
Dinah, no!
The fire crew's coming.
This is not your fight.
Kaggle up!
There's more people inside.
We need a battering ram.
What?
Look in the police, where's the key?
Okay, jump out the window, you'll make it!
Yes, thank you!
Say again?
There's away with the sirens.
30 seconds away, ma'am.
Oh, shit!
Come on, Dinah!
Mum, there's about 20 of them walking the road.
You can't get through, not without mowing them down.
Mum, what do you want us to do?
Mum.
Do I get Mad Matt's phone?
Text, fuck the feds.
More Molotovs from the white van in platoon place.
Hell up.
Smiley face, wink, exclamation mark, send.
Tegan, Taz, you are all I've got for shock and all.
I'm more scared of you than you were there.
Here goes.
Come on, then!
Lay two, lay two!
No!
Dinah, listen to me.
There is nothing you can do.
You need to get out.
I'm not in an order.
That's a commandment.
Dinah?
Dinah, talk to me.
My God.
They were right above the fire,
so smoke chugged up so fast, they'd...
Fuck off, Milah.
Would have been quick.
Wasn't.
Dinah, sweetheart, there's nothing you could have done.
Now Padlock, we're made of granite
and you should still be in hospital.
How old were they?
Well, there was nothing on them.
So we're gonna have to wait for forensics,
but according to the undertakers,
from the faces, not one of them had ever blown out
more than 15 candles on a cake.
Dinah.
This day's just beginning.
Now I appreciate you showing up,
but I need you with a clear head, hmm?
Can you go home?
Hug your kid.
For me, yeah?
Mum, if the vape shop downstairs was Nora's,
then what the hell was this?
Have you ever seen a crime
seen with so few onlookers outside?
Nora's got his postcode on Stump.
Start knocking on doors, Joy.
DC, Tanner?
Yeah.
You and Murray, child detection unit.
How's that going?
I don't ask.
Lickberg wounded me, well, groomed me actually.
Promised me I was gonna end up a multi-agency hub.
I think she meant to be able to toilet,
because it was in the box room she parked me in.
What's that to her face?
I would if she ever shelled it.
Here, Kim Garvey's file.
Taken into custody before he could walk,
her five foster families 15 care homes.
All that, and he went from zero Twitter followers
to 15,000 in one night.
DC, Tanner interviewing Kim Garvey
with DS Murray and social worker, John Watson,
in attendance.
Despite attempts to convince Kim Garvey
to have legal representation,
Kim has refused all available consultation.
Kim, have you ever heard of the Atters?
No.
Are they any good?
Manny Atter? No. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. Manny Atter?
Nor Atter?
No.
Kim, you and I both know that somebody told you to do this,
and I promise you, they're laughing.
Nice assault too now, yeah?
You'd better just fucking chime in here.
Otherwise I'm gonna shiv you up
just like I did that fire is fuck.
Thought he'd best just bang me up.
Fucking bang me up!
Thought you'd be sick of us by now, Detective.
Well, I've got guests.
Know why I'm here?
If right, yes.
Five burnt kids in a padlock cell
right above your vape shop.
My vape shop?
Slaves.
And you're gonna tell me who they were right now.
Manny asked the boys to make me and my visitors
some raspberry leaf tea.
She needs to cool off.
Are you scared of me?
Are you scared of me, Detective?
Come closer.
Closer.
Do you know what this is?
Trump's done, huh?
I came here and I played with my sister.
My uncle told us we were going to get an education.
We were your daughter's age.
Do you know how old my daughter is?
They said if we didn't do what they say,
they would set us on fire.
We were swept up and down the country,
ripped behind every petrol station.
When we tried to get away,
he burned his name on both our hearts.
We belong to Shilliman.
He beat and raped my sister to death, made me watch.
Then he stuck it in my mouth, held a knife to my throat.
I escaped.
I run to the police station,
but I'm the policeman.
I recognize him.
So I run again.
Most women who survive,
they turn their tattoos into butterflies
because they can't speak to look in the mirror,
but not me.
I look and I say I am the transformation.
And this is where I draw the line.
I don't use kids.
Whoever locked them in that room better
will hope you find them before me.
What was your sister's name?
Is that?
I don't care if you don't use kids to fuck.
You used one to kill Elle Kennedy
and you were using them in that room.
I'm gonna prove it.
Does Viv know you're here?
Ma'am, if you go to the press briefing
announcing that we've got five dead, unidentified kids,
there'll be a national outcry.
And what's worse, we'll have a shanty town of anxious parents
wondering if it's their own missing kid on the slab.
Please, Christine, get your speech writers
to do what they do best.
Bridges? Offers good.
Identify them fast.
Tear enough.
Bib. Nora?
This is not the best time.
So I am told.
I'm sending you an MP3 for training purposes.
Keep your dog on a tighter leash.
Go home to Mommy, little girl.
Five blue kids in a padlock cell.
Microphone fuel vape shop.
Cock.
Mr. Kennedy, the call that detonated the bomb
at the crematorium yesterday was made from a payphone
inside your Irish pub.
And witnesses place you there at that exact time.
I pay Oxbridge here a grand honor
to keep dogs like you from my door.
But even I know.
You may as well be wearing a blindfold
playing pin the bomb on the paddy.
Why would I stitch a bomb in Herbie Atte's chest
and then leave a bread tray right to my own pub?
You wish I was that stupid.
The only one being stitched up here is me.
And that black bitch's head's gone to roll
right down the alley for what you did to my dad.
Now, you want to keep me in this building, gorgeous?
Charge me.
Or blow me.
We're gonna have to blow him.
We might not get him for the crematorium bomb, man,
but I can get him ten years for the fires.
I know it.
I'm watching.
Easy! Easy!
I've got a muzzle for this one.
I'm checking for eight because he's trying to take a piece out of me and all.
It's not right, lads. Dark meat, white meat.
It's all the same to me.
Come on.
I want the real lawyer.
Oh, you mean a Kennedy lawyer?
I'd rethink that if I were you.
Five children were discovered in the building
that you set fire to.
They couldn't escape.
Too bad.
You got to die of something, you know?
You did 20 years for Jackie Kennedy.
Never squealed.
Find that loyalty touching.
Even though everybody knows,
as soon as you were inside, Jackie was spit-roasting your wife on your water bed.
Yeah.
She sent me a postcard of him pouring champagne down her tits.
God rest her soul.
Recognise this.
We found it in the van.
And it was in Arabic, actually, not Egyptian.
He must have pressed every button it had.
Just like my nan.
Now, I don't think this is your fault.
You went down in... 96?
That's before people even sent texts.
How can anyone catch up with the digital revolution two weeks out the clink?
Get me the lawyer!
All we had to do was change it back in hey, presto.
Texts that prove that that building with
those dead kids was burnt down on Jackie's say-so.
That you were too clueless to delete.
But if you want Jackie's lawyer, help your dork.
Dial me Lewis and psych solicitors.
Thank you.
No, you fucking witch. No!
We'll make sure that you and Jackie share the same prison,
the same bunk you'll be shanked in a week.
But if you turn grass, you can serve to her Majesty's pleasure far, far away.
So, Calvin, how's that loyalty now?
Lewis and psych solicitors. Hello.
Hello.
Oh, Jackie boy.
All I do is send them to the vape shop.
I don't know anything about any dead kids.
Mike and Dolan says Jackie, for the old man.
See you in 20.
Well done, lady.
The Kennedys might have set fire to the building, man,
but they didn't put the padlock on the door.
Hey, my bird's got a bigger cage than me.
Give Goldie Loves the Skylight in cell number four.
See what she cooks up next.
Seriously, Mum, if you could start
processing some burp so I could clear these cells,
I will shower your head in kisses.
No, promises, promises, kids.
Joy, you heard the man.
Mop up.
Don't bother playing it. I know what I said.
Good.
What do you need? Two weeks? A month?
Volody, not suspension. I could clear it for you.
What were you thinking?
I wasn't, was I?
Look, just let me get back to the case.
Why? So you can jeopardise it even more.
We had not even begun to appreciate the significance
of what we had just uncovered,
and you dive headfirst, shooting your gob off at Nora Atter,
cos you haven't got a single bone of strategy, in you.
God knows what move she's making now to cover her tracks
if she's even involved.
I need to know.
Are you part of this team or not?
Part of this team?
Are you joking?
I've spent the last year keeping your secrets
and covering your blind spots.
Me and Nora aren't the first to notice you've gotten our weave in.
Say that again.
And what's the last thing you do remember then, Charlotte?
Buying vodka, riding home on my bike, feeling shit.
Says here you were arrested for looting a pet shop
that got attacked last night,
then you ran out and were caught with a cockatoo under your top.
Oh, it's coming back to you then, is it?
I was riding home, and these two blokes knocked me over.
Kicked me, here.
Smashed my bike through the window and off, and I get pinched.
So, in fact, the only thing we disagree on, Charlotte,
is that you didn't raid the till.
It's Charlie.
Says Charlotte on your record.
Charlotte Elizabeth Victoria.
What are you, in line for the throne?
I didn't raid the till.
Didn't have any cash on me, did I?
Why'd you open all the birdcages?
Cos what? Oh, wait a sec.
Who am I talking to?
You like seeing things get caged up, don't you?
It gets you off, right?
This isn't a game.
If I charge you... Who fucking what?
I haven't done anything wrong!
I was just freeing birds!
Gav. You see where you're dying, I went.
No, ma'am, but what works on your six at six feet forward?
Christi...
Ma'am. Inspector, may we speak in your office?
No. Sorry? He is good.
How'd it go?
Well, in the past they had the rack, and now we have the press.
It was difficult out there.
And then I'm invited upstairs to explain recent events.
Five dead kids.
Yes, I'm aware of that, as are they, and the Home Office,
and the Department for Communities and Local Government.
Do you know what they call you upstairs?
Nuremberg.
Cos everything's a trail with you.
Don't bother getting offended.
They call me unendearing.
I know.
They put you in charge of me cos they fancy taking bets on the blood spot.
Let's prove them wrong.
We can sell this as a win.
Bit of sweet but a win.
A bomb, gang warfare, underage victims...
Where's the sweet?
We just charged Shaka Kennedy.
With what?
Conspiracy to commit arson and manslaughter.
You can tell them upstairs, gang wars are all over the place.
We can't get you to the upstairs.
Gang war's over. Not bad for a 24-hour shift, eh?
That's, erm...
Been able.
It's got potential.
I need a full report on my desk fight tonight.
All right, you're told.
And a forceful, visible, rapid response to the atrocity in that room.
Vigorous, powerful, effective.
If not, it's both our careers on the front page of the Daily Mail.
And around the Guinness, on you, Mum.
I'm breaking her in slow.
I, er, am looking for Hayley Fowler.
Just that, like...
We never really saw any of him.
Just heard him.
Couldn't know.
Just sounded like...like kids.
Jason saw an ad online.
Just some bloke.
Paid him in cash for six months. That was the last we saw of him.
Thought we could save up.
Why didn't they just jump?
Windows were blocked up.
And a padlock on the door.
I'll need to talk to your husband.
He's, er, grabbing some clothes for our mums.
Amazing.
You have just made me feel like the luckiest mum on earth.
Thank you.
Without you, we wouldn't have even made it down the stairs.
Seems all you do is cry wolf.
Epileptic, claustrophobic,
says your mum was dependent on you in a wheelchair.
Where'd you stop?
OK, look. I've had a bad day.
With respect, you don't know what a bad day is.
Pfft!
Hey, Miss Selfridge doesn't look much like you do either.
OK.
I've got a kid brother.
His budgie died yesterday, so I wanted to get him another one.
I bet I won.
So you stole the cockatoo for your wheelchair-bound mum.
No, my brother, Jake.
Oh, is he in a wheelchair? His budgie died.
So what did it die of, Charlotte? Broken heart?
Is Charlie for...
Look, I can't go to prison.
I just can't.
I'll do the community service, whatever.
Whatever?
You really don't have a clue, do you?
I just wish we had some CCTV to check it out.
Me too, if it's shut you up.
Oh.
Oh, we do have the CCTV.
The pet shop owner has just uploaded it.
There was no money in it.
It's just a fucking pet shop.
No, it's somebody's pet shop who's sweating tears.
Somebody like you hasn't even got the imagination for it.
Right, well...
This interview is terminated whilst the
interviewee has a think about what she's just chucked away.
Forensic photos from the victims, they've been standing.
Please.
Mum, my lads have picked up dozens of kids'
prints from the framework, there's no hits.
Crossing fingers for dental records, except I've seen the teeth.
Not one of them ever went back and said, "Ah, please don't be a dentist."
They're severe.
Mum, quiz the locals about the vape shop.
Once we can get to that, nobody went in and nobody went out.
One of those shops you can't work out, I'll be still.
I need Nora's name. Link to that building, no matter how small the print.
Mum.
Ah, Sergeant.
I'd like to offer my congratulations.
For what, ma'am?
By charging Jackie Kennedy
before you've even been made detective inspector.
Let mum 30 is a big deal.
It was a team effort, ma'am.
Yeah, I'm all for that.
But I'm also for fast risers.
Takes one to no one.
Yeah, keep it open, you have a real future.
That's if you want that.
So yeah, if you ever wanna talk about how to climb ladders
and jump sticks and I'm around.
Thank you, ma'am.
Oh my, oh.
Quick, quick, get somebody!
Oh my.
Oh, Charlie.
Come on, mate.
Talk to me.
I'm fine.
Good?
So am I.
Which is why you're staying around mine tonight
or I'm around yours.
I'll be nice to the cats.
I'll bring Piriton.
I've popped you already.
Joy, look.
I know how you feel.
What's this?
I've had her do support group.
She's expecting you gone.
She's good.
She shouldn't be.
I'm sorry.
I was divorced.
Now she's a mate, she calls when she's pissed,
but I never caught her watching the clock
and her sofa is dead comfy.
This was never your fault, Bonnett.
She was under my care, ma'am.
Right, let me on.
No.
DCI has requested to see you in my office.
I've told her I'm coming with you.
No, thank you, ma'am.
But if it's all the same to you,
I'd just rather face them yourself.
Just tell me what she says, yeah?
Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah, okay.
If that woman even dreams of scapegoating joy
for this old sticker and a ducking stool,
I want you all round her house in shifts.
And we're already drawing them up.
I'm sorry.
Don't.
Nora had to look three sets of juries in the eye
and walked every time.
Do you all know how?
She took a photo of every kid,
niece, nephew, grandchild the jury had
through a sniper scope.
Good, we should take a big group gulp
because anyone who isn't frightened
of it, I don't want on my team.
From today, every breath of free air
that she inhales is our fault.
Anyone who wants to walk away, do it now.
Most of you have got kids.
Exactly.
It's about Kim Garvey, how'd you get home?
Kim, his dad's dead, no one knows where his mum is.
Everyone at the care home said he only spoke
to his girlfriend, Lauren McGee.
No record.
She has done a runner, but she's well worth tracking down
so I've sent some pictures across to the printer.
Sergeant Murray, how do we get Kim Garvey to talk?
Time, ma'am.
His wiring's all messed up, there's no shortcut.
Miller?
Yeah, there were cards given, ma'am,
and the kids were dipping into people's bank accounts
with the computers, nicking them out so small
only bean counters would notice.
But five worker bees would clock up north
of 14 grand a shift.
Could get you up to 100 grand a week.
Nice little earner for someone.
What's her name again?
Lauren McGee, that's Kim's girlfriend.
Look at the hand tattoo, this is the same girl.
Lauren McGee, that's her name.
She died in that room with the rest of them
and Kim Garvey was used to kill Earl Kennedy.
Both care home kids, neither have records.
That's not a coincidence, that's the connection.
Right, so we're looking for missing care home kids
without records.
Move, it's like, ma'am, we need to talk to Kim Garvey,
we push him hard now.
Push him on what?
Diana, you found Lauren.
Find her family, find what Kim cares about.
We are not asking Kim Garvey questions
until we know the answers, am I right?
Don't answer, go.
We just buzz a door, please.
You all right?
Just do it.
I want it to have been quick,
but it can't have been, can it?
It would have been.
She, she--
It's okay, it's okay, just take your time.
She was so proud of me.
She wanted to take me into school,
show me off as the big war hero.
Next week she was gonna help me decide
whether to lock the leg off, get off the meds.
Aidan, did Lauren ever say she was in trouble?
I don't think she'd tell me she was.
Did you ever see her?
With this boy?
Or did she ever mention the name Kim?
He did this to her.
No, no, we're just trying to understand
his connection to her.
It was with her.
Last time she came to the house.
I said it was her boyfriend, but it didn't come in.
Just waiting outside, watching her, offering.
She gave me cash, 200.
She'd never had that kind of money before.
Never said where it came from.
You didn't ask.
No. No.
You will find you did this to her.
I'll hold you to that.
Hi.
Sorry, I shouldn't be in here.
Oh, actually, I just came to pick up my porn collection.
Sorry, please, please, wait, sorry.
This may not be very helpful.
Okay, five years ago, I made Sergeant very fast
and a lot of colleagues resented me for it.
Anyway, this kid got pulled in on my watch, took his life.
In my opinion, because I was being an arrogant prick
who needed to prove to everyone
that I wasn't someone soft, which I was.
Yeah, so the IPCC let me off the hook,
but I swear I would have felt better if he hadn't.
You know, mates, shrinks, wives, they just don't get it.
And I really debated stalking you to tell you this,
but what swung it for me was that
I really think I am the only person in this station
who can tell you I know how you feel.
Yeah.
Okay, I said my piece, I'll just get my porn and go.
No, just apparently, her brother's budgie did die.
And they were burying it when Taz knocked on the door.
You know, she told me the truth and I just took the piss.
That's gonna sound great for the investigation.
No, no, it sounded like she was taking the piss
and you had to tell her the truth.
I guess you'll need a drink inside you
to keep remembering that, eh?
Come on.
Hey, is he coming?
You think you've got enough leverage to shake him up?
I don't think there's much left to shake, man.
Stalk his doubts.
When this kid fondly screams Nora's name,
you'll never forget it.
So you don't wanna do it yourself?
Well, you found Lauren, it's yours.
Make sure he feels it.
You recognize this girl, Kim?
You trying to set me up with her?
Her name's Lauren.
She died last night.
The building she was in got firebombed
because of what you did to Earl Kennedy.
Thought she was locked in.
Couldn't escape.
No chance.
This is the room she died in.
Have a swipe.
Lauren was card skimming, but...
What, we reckon you already know that.
Her dad's just ID'd her body.
He also ID'd you.
He said you came around to his house with her,
but refused to come in.
So you did know her.
Didn't you?
Kim, look at me.
Did you love her?
She love you, because here's what we think.
Stop us if we're wrong.
You made Lauren believe that you loved her.
That the cash that she could help her dad?
But you also knew that she could never pay you back,
and that is how you got her into that sweatshop.
And that was your plan from the start,
in that right bell.
Who was it who made you do that?
You're not to blame for a death.
You just had to get her in that room,
and your only way out was to kill Earl Kennedy
because you hated doing it.
Am I warm?
I wanna go.
Who?
I want to go.
Hello.
This had better not be a drink in dial.
No ma'am, listen, I didn't have the heart
to break Mr. Diner, and I hope to God
you're not sitting comfortably either.
Kim Garvey, you're charged with the murder
of Earl Kennedy, do you understand the judge?
Same where it says signature.
You're not selling this away, mate,
you've still got a chance.
You can get fucked.
Oh no, this is just the start of a beautiful friendship.
Let's go.
Diner, Biff, I'm going home.
Hug my kid.
Biff, you're freaking me out.
Is Joy all right?
The family you pulled out of the fire,
the key to the padlock's been found in their floor.
What?
They locked them in.
The fingerprints are all over it.
They can't have been, I just saw them.
They must have been working for Nora.
Please let me go.
They've already discharged themselves.
They went as soon as you left.
What?
Her kid was still on oxygen, she...
Shit.
I asked them.
I asked them if there was anybody else in the building
and they knew.
They knew and those fuckers.
They left those kids to die.
I didn't see him.
I missed it.
Sweetheart, you've got this so, so wrong.
You always have.
Nobody asked you to see it all in the first place.
Nobody can.
You put that expectation on yourself.
And you're right about me.
Nora knew she was gonna hit her old Kennedy
right from the start.
She saw me coming a mile off.
Played me like a fucking novice.
I need to know.
Do you still trust me?
Yeah.
I do.
Do you?
Now you're asking, do I still trust me?
No.
I mean...
Oh, I never didn't.
So the least you owe me is your very best.
We are gonna swallow Nora Attle up like a fucking earthquake.
Yes, ma'am.
Police!
Where's Kerry?
Those gillers, on the run.
I hope you find them.
Who says we haven't already?
I do.
Please.
Every time I close my eyes, I can just see.
They're gonna find me guilty.
You're beating my sergeant
anti-disrespecting a young woman's death.
Hostage situation at the exchequer pub.
Don't.
Don't!
Trust me.
Now kill him.
Here's the deal.
Don't say anything.
Rack him up.