Quick, get somebody!
She was under my care, Mom.
This was never your fault, Fondelos.
There's more people in the first floor.
They keep going, go!
The fondly you pulled out the fire,
the key to the padlock's been found in the flat.
You have just made me feel like the luckiest mama now.
Thank you.
They've already discharged themselves.
They went as soon as you left.
They must have been working for Nora.
I don't use children.
Whoever locked them in their trumbitos
will hope you find them before me.
Ma'am, could you--
I haven't got time, Gabby.
Fake it.
You told me never to do that again, ma'am.
That was then.
Ma'am, over here.
We've got something.
This is Jason Farley stepping off the boat in Belfast.
Let me get onto the PSNI.
Oh, that's 12 hours ago.
Could be halfway to Guadalupe by now.
We can still get him.
I'm confident.
Look, ma'am, they left those kids to die.
Don't tell me not to take this personally.
Jason has got a 36-hour head start.
We can still find Kerry.
When did she leave the hospital?
14 hours ago.
She'll be getting desperate.
Is she out of the morning?
She's dragging a sick kid behind her.
If we can catch her, then we can get her
to give evidence against Nora.
Yeah.
Ma'am.
Taz.
Possible hostage situation at the exchequer pub.
PC Thompson and PC Mitchell en route.
Patch me in.
Echo 24796, we've got shots fired at the exchequer pub.
How many good men, mate?
Just the one carrying a sauna.
70-odd Caucasian.
Got a good number sauna.
Seven is wine.
Where's our fire arms unit?
Gonna need a name for the report.
Kev, guide me.
Jonah, there'll be a trade door around the back.
Come on.
Stay still.
I'm not going to see you two.
Now, where's the vault?
What vault?
What's the combination?
We don't have a vault.
Now, tell me.
There are shoots.
Echo 24796.
Talk to me.
Go with these 70s big glasses.
Where's the sudden vault?
Where's Peggy?
Where-- where-- where-- where's Peggy?
He keeps asking for Peggy.
Jonah.
His name is Eddie Taney.
He still thinks it's a bank.
Get that gun off of him.
He's seen out and dangerous.
Open the vault.
I'll shoot.
Who is it?
Eddie, stop.
Wait.
Don't.
You bastards.
Now, don't move.
I know you think it's a bank.
It was a bank, but now it's a pub.
Even better.
I said don't.
Echo 23969 suspect has collapsed and has been disarmed.
Yep, show me where.
Step back.
Do not move him, please.
Do not move him.
Just step back.
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Yeah, he's in a bit of trouble.
How many volts has that thing got?
50,000. Why?
OK, to raw it.
What are you at?
Look, it's all we've got.
He's dying here.
Trust me.
I know what I'm doing.
OK, aim it.
You saw him.
Right, I'm going to stay clear.
You're going to fire.
Ready?
Clear.
Is he dead?
Did I kill him?
Where's Peggy?
Come on.
Yeah, just one minute.
We're here as soon as I can.
Young man.
Nora Ata, for Inspector Dering.
She is expecting me.
Oh, good.
Take a peer.
Are you Peggy?
Peggy Teene?
Have you found Eddie?
Do you mind if we come in?
We're not going to charge Eddie.
His GP's confirmed he has Alzheimer's.
But I'm afraid--
I'm sorry, but he's too dangerous to be out.
We're going to have to put him in a dementia ward.
God damn it, daffbucker.
It's supposed to be our 50th next week.
I mean, totterdub.
That's 36 in the clink for armed robbery
and 10 out of his fucking mind.
Hello.
Oh.
Hey, you'll never guess what I've got.
Sushi and wasabi.
Here, blow your head off.
Look at you, it looks like the tropics in here, Peck.
You're going to turn that thermostat down.
Have you got company, Peck?
You've been breaking the law?
Oh, Freddy, don't joke.
They've got some bad news about our Eddie.
Freddy?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
We met this morning.
You said your name was Kev Daniels.
Peggy, you wouldn't mind putting the sushi in the fridge,
would you, before it starts cooking?
Come on, Pat.
There we go.
We won't be a sec, Pat.
All right.
What was all that civity or shotgun shit you spouted?
Why don't you just give us his name
and tell us that he had Alzheimer's?
Well, you never asked.
Never asked?
I have done nothing wrong.
We'll see about that, pal.
Echo 23969 requesting name and ambulance check
from the Health and Care Registry.
Mum, we're going to need a strategy.
There's no resproto lawyers in there.
I don't need a strategy.
I've got a weapon of mass destruction.
It's where I drug in line. Me?
Shh.
How's the triplets? Don't ask.
Marcus has shipped his mother over to help me cope.
She's Greek. It isn't pretty.
I need to sink my teeth into a criminal man
that's not their mother-in-law.
Fast. What we got?
It's about turn the air-con off in the interview room,
would you?
Mum?
Does doctor-patient confidentiality still hold on maternity?
Yeah.
Nora Ata's got me on the ropes.
Those kids are dead. She did it.
No-one's talking and I can't find a single jink in her armour.
I'm dying here, peep. I need an in.
So let me ata.
Hi, Nora. Hey, manny.
Oh, so sorry to keep you. It's all kicking off.
Do you mind if I sit on this?
Just when we're back.
Well...
Who are these two? Marcus?
My solicitors. A family outfit.
He is the brain. She's the mouth.
How do you do?
Don't tell me. You two finish off each other's sentences.
Do either of you have a say? Sentences?
They are.
They lie you lucky in love these days.
I only ask cos it doesn't look as if you're getting any.
And where did you grieve your husband?
The Bahamas. It's fine. Hit the tape.
This interview is to be conducted under caution.
You have the right to legal advice and...
Our clients are here of their own volition. At your request.
They are categorically not here as suspects.
Can I just get a word in?
Nora, you promised not to hit Earl Kennedy.
If I kept my word, neither me nor my son have
any acquaintance with Earl Kennedy's assassin.
It was a tragic incident. A lone wolf cop.
Ryan Partwood.
Brightney Holland.
Damon McKenzie.
Gary Blackwood.
Laura McGee.
These all went up in smoke above that vape shop.
May God give them rest.
Do you have any financial ownership in the building?
No.
Why do you even bother turning up?
I still have not buried my son.
I want you to release his remains.
I have already said that I cannot release
Herbie's body until I get the nod from the coroner.
What about me, Dad? He's still in the mall too. Can't put any word. I'm not going to be here. What about me, Dad? He's still in the mall too.
Can't put any word.
Hiya. Sorry, can I borrow you for a quick squiggle, Mum?
Man is showing classic signs of non-verbal leakage.
Leakage? What?
Micro-twitches, yeah. She mentions Herbie.
It links six times rapid fire. Then you mention Herbie.
Manny Flinches. Herbie cues a panic he's trying to repress.
Pushes Herbie buttons. Hard.
Why? Just because he's blinking. He could be anything. Great.
Polling count. He fancies me.
Expose him. I want to see how he reacts for Mum, my dearest.
Pew. Today just keeps coming.
How's it hanging, Emmanuel?
Oh, I never got a chance to thank you for helping
me broker the deal between your Mum and ill, Kennedy.
Shame how that panned out, but you tried your best to prevent a war.
And I'm grateful.
Tell me, when your Mum changed her mind and decided to hit Earl Kennedy...
My client did no such thing. You will desist from implying...
Save your gavel tunnel.
Did she even listen to a word you said?
How many gangsters live with a Mum making raspberry leaf tea?
At Herbie's funeral. Were you a chief mourner?
She made you a car park attendant.
And when that bum went off, her first thought was for Herbie's corpse.
Not here.
Shut up! You don't know what the fuck you're...
Mani, I beg you, lock up!
Mick, you're not fixing me.
We are done.
Those jellos.
On the news. On the run with that little girl.
I hope you find them.
Who says we haven't already?
Hmm. I do.
Daniel, tell me you've got something.
Right.
Jason ditched them the second they got to the hospital, but Kerry stayed.
And?
Well, she loves her kid. If Hailey gets sick again, and doctors say she might...
Kerry's not gonna risk a life. We need to get
word out to every hospital, every dropping clinic...
Every doctor.
Do it.
Come on, people! What's ticking?
Stonking, stonking villain. She's ace. She's ace!
Do you think she's got to Kerry?
She's classer too. Can't compete with her.
Also, tell me something that doesn't depress my peep.
Mani's a natural-born squealer. He's what, 24?
29.
And Herbie was her favourite.
So you've got a 29-year-old wimp who's still
competing with his brother, Deb brother, for Mummy's love.
Makes for a very powerful inner monologue for the lad. Beautiful.
Hello!
Thanks to Sergeant Murray, we now have
identified all the kids from the Vape Shop fire.
They were all aged between 13 and 15, and had certain things in common.
Sorry.
The kids were all from the same cluster of care
homes in this 20-mile catchment area, Norris turf.
They also share the same history of frequent abscontion.
You know, care homes, social, and if we're honest,
even us, wouldn't raise an eyebrow if they disappeared.
And all the kids were extracted from broken homes with histories of abuse.
The bottom line, the lowest point of your life is probably the eye point of theirs.
And it doesn't take much to earn their trust with anything more than a happy meal.
Right. Thanks very much, lads.
Lath.
OK, action stations. We need to find the cracks between the atters.
Mother and son.
You need to eat, sleep, breathe the atters. No slacking, go.
Are you kidding? I've been up to my elbows in herbie atters, Greece.
Got his dead dad two slabs down.
He's sneezing atter DNA at me nose.
Joy, um...
Your IPCC interview is confirmed.
Five o'clock today. Are you OK? Yeah.
Not really. Every time I close my eyes, I can just see.
Are they going to find me guilty? I won't let them.
Mum, I've got a sighting of Kerry Fowler, CCTV at Chemist on Barrow Road.
When was this? 50 minutes ago, Mum.
Chemist said her daughter was wheezing. Kerry was shouting in for medication.
Well, they're still alive. We've got a chance. Are they on foot?
Yeah. Wait. When I was checking Kerry's social media, her bridesmaid was a nurse.
Um, Tulip Panissar.
Tulip Panissar.
Yes, 12 Caddy Crescent. Caddy Crescent, M8.
Yeah, that's about a 15-minute walk away from the chemist's one.
Jump to it. Diner.
What?
I'll take Joy with you.
With only a manhunt, they'll keep her mind off that interview.
Manhunt, Mum. Chick Chase. Whatever. Go on.
The door's wide open.
Panissar, it's the police!
Check upstairs.
Where's Kerry?
I know they were here.
Please. He's gonna shoot us.
Just wait. Think.
Look, you're chasing Perry Farley and a manhunt.
But you shoot us. You become the manhunt.
Rack up your IQ, go out the front, my
colleague's out the back. We won't pursue you.
Oh, Christ. Come on.
What do I miss?
No!
No! You just take me and call me. You're not gonna do it! You're not gonna do it! You need to let me go right now!
You just take me illegally!
Pick him up!
What is going on?
A misunderstanding. He's not who he says he is, Mum.
What's the charge?
False impersonation of a paramedic and a gazillion others, probably.
Including making me zap an old man.
You're free.
Right. He's the Mitchell.
A word in your ear.
Jonah, it is not illegal to impersonate a paramedic.
But it's got to be, Mum. It's illegal to impersonate a copper.
Not a paramedic or a doctor or a sodding vet, for that matter.
Why am I right in thinking that you used a
stun gun on an old man who'd already passed out?
Because he said, "Trust me!"
Good job it wasn't a heart attack.
You were lucky you didn't kill him.
Jesus Christ, you get paid for this.
Throw him back in the sea, de-arresting.
De-arresting? What's that?
It's all right, mate. I'll do it.
Frederick Dobson, we are de-arresting.
No, no, no, no, no. I want to hear him say it.
Frederick Dobson, I am de-arresting you.
Anything you say will...
Well, it'll mean fuck all, so go on. Off you are.
I'd like to make a formal complaint, please.
Come on, come on. Leave now.
No, you... Just PC Mitchell.
For being overzealous in his performance of duty.
I've never been overzealous in my life.
You're a waste, you best. This way.
I'm not bidding with you. Go on, honey.
Thank you very much. Tulip, this is very important.
Why did you keep on asking me the same question? I told you, I don't know.
She needed me to check Hayley were OK, and then she took off in my car.
And did Kerry say where she was headed?
To her sister's.
Do you know where her sister lives? I'll never matter.
Can you tell me about Kerry's daughter, Hayley?
She's not Kerry's daughter.
Kerry can't have kids.
So you think Hayley could have been one of the
Vape Shop kids, and therefore from a care home?
Yeah.
Well, no, there's over 200 A's in care homes around the country,
so without a surname, we've got nothing to narrow it down with.
Well, all the Vape Shop victims came from the
same cluster of care homes in a 20-mile radius,
so Hayley must have come from the same cluster, right?
Well, let's get narrowing.
Right.
Right, Freddie's license.
Nope, no parking tickets, no speeding tickets, nothing.
So it's not illegal to drive round in a fake ambulance?
Only with lights and two tones on, not with them off.
Look, Jonah, I know his notes, but he knows the law. Don't take it personally.
It's not personal. He's a fraud.
He gave us a fake name, and he made me trust him enough to
jizz my vaults over some old fella who just had an heart attack.
Well, it wasn't a heart attack. It was a tacky cardiros. Ma'am's right. I could have killed him. Who cares if he hasn't done anything illegal yet?
He's a thorny.
And am I the only one with an imagination sick
enough to worry about what else he might be getting up to?
All right, bring her in.
Thank you.
Ban Kerry's sister, she just tweeted a photo
of herself meditating at an ashram in Tasmania.
That's Kerry's only sister.
Oh, where is she? She's a thorny girl. That's Kerry's only sister.
Oh, where is she?
You found Haley's file?
That's her?
Yeah, real's name's Haley Blonk, been in care six months.
Wait, it's not Kerry's sister they're going to. It's Haley's.
Haley's got a sister.
Well, where's she?
Yeah, okay, yeah, Haley and her sister got split up.
How does that even happen?
Haley got the care home, but sister got sent to a foster family in Glossop.
I'll go find the address if you two hit the road.
Hold it, son of a gym, I get the marching orders round here.
Pepsi and Shirley hit the road. Me and Eun will find the address.
Joy, keep an eye on Diana. No more heroics.
Done. This shit finds me.
Please, open up!
Where's Kerry? She's got herself in the bathroom.
Is Kerry?
Are you all right, love?
Yeah.
Oh, my God!
My God!
Oh, my God!
Kerry Fowley, doing the rest for manslaughter, child slavery and kidnapping.
You and me have a lot to talk about.
What might he step there, Christine?
You might need to get those powerheels fumigated.
Yeah.
And call rescue, Inspector.
No playing with health and safety, Mum.
Um...
Honest question, Inspector. Are you taking the piss?
Infestation is a necessary cover, Mum.
We're about to bring in the woman that could deliver us Nora Atter.
As far as we know, Nora hasn't got a clue,
so we need to clear the cells of any low-lifes that can tip Nora off.
Yeah. Actually, I quite like that bit.
What I'm sick of is why you can't just inform
me of what you're going to do before doing it.
Oh, you'll get used to me soon enough, Mum. You're doing great.
Right here.
Kerry Fowley, do you require legal representation?
No.
Or a duty solicitor can be provided to you free of charge?
No. No.
Make me know if there's anything I can do.
Good luck.
I feel like a connoisseur.
Peggy, did Freddie ever tell you that he isn't a real paramedic?
He told me his afternoon.
He was in tears.
He said he couldn't pass the paramedic exam,
cos his reading's bad.
He's dyslexic.
Was he paying rent?
Ever had any money?
He cleans Eddie's shit from a skirting board,
he collects my prescriptions from the chemist,
and he covers my legs in cream and makes me laugh while he does it.
But, Peggy, the pub, Freddie pretended to not know who your husband was.
He lied about his name, got me to trust him enough to fire my stone gun at him.
You're lucky your husband isn't dead.
And what if Freddie didn't get carried away?
The only thing he's ever done is tried to help me.
And the only thing I have is that young man in my life.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Freddie's cooking dinner
and then we're going to Netflix and chill.
Still a bazoonist?
No.
She's right.
I'll write it up, put it to bed.
Thanks for eating me out, though.
Right, then.
Go on, brother.
How's she holding up?
She needs a bronchoscopy.
I've got to go.
You keep watch here?
Yeah.
Sergeant Frears, join. Wait, then.
Ewan, I'll be fine.
Look, I know you feel guilty about Charlie Fegan.
I'll get it, yeah.
But all anybody has to do is work with you for five minutes
to see you're seriously good at your job.
So, fight your corner in there.
Just because you feel guilty doesn't mean you are.
No.
I'm not late.
How long had you and Jason lived above the Vaypernest?
Ten months.
Then how long were you locking kids in that room?
Ten months.
I never knew the names.
But what would you think?
Most of the time, I'd just tell them to keep the noise on
cos they were laughing too much.
So why'd they've had luck?
Jason said we had to.
I've got a daughter.
I ran up those stairs.
I dragged you out.
You had every chance to tell me those kids were behind that door.
I wanted to.
But those kids were dead already.
If they weren't, I could have saved them.
Maybe, but they'd have ended up back there.
Or worse.
What do you mean, "boun worse"?
I'd like my water back, please.
Hey, let me see. I've been in one room.
Oh, shoot.
Four. Oh, my...
I don't care how you've justified yourself.
You know what? I can't justify.
I can't justify how I saved your pathetic life.
I've been in one room twice in 48 hours.
I'm asking myself the same question.
Well, I would if I were you.
I knew she was in danger.
That's why I took her to a sister's adult.
You fucking look at me like that.
Will you get her out of here?
Thank you, Constable.
You're friends you like.
Tell me that you... can't have kids.
I understand.
When your ego's got over the selfishness of it all, you...
You live with it.
But I still have a vivid picture of who my child might have been.
And see why you picked her.
Look at these other photos, Carrie.
The youngest was 13.
Yeah, 13.
What was happening?
Tell me.
They'd be...
come far.
In the middle of the night.
One, sometimes two kids would be taken away.
And who took them?
That boy.
Same one who paid Jason.
Was his name King Gavin?
I don't know.
Jason never told me names.
Sometimes you'd see him again.
No, you wouldn't.
I couldn't let that happen.
Who hired Jason, Carrie?
The boy.
And did you see anybody else?
Can you tell me the names?
Could you identify them?
Carrie?
Will you?
Babe.
Sorry, I didn't think you wanted kids.
Oh, Christ, no, it's all snot stinking demands.
Might as well shoot your life in the head.
Strategy, Diana. Tactics.
You all right?
What's up?
Just trying to not make myself look like a total dick
explaining this stone gun.
Failing.
What's new?
There you go. Little girl. What's new?
Little pick me up.
I went to Peggy's chemist.
You said that Freddie got a prescription for it, right?
It was illegal to get a prescription for somebody
under a fake name.
And guess what?
He didn't.
Teags.
You're amazing.
No shit.
This is it.
Keith?
What?
How?
Stole.
This is my custody, sweet.
My room.
The other one of you are getting an inspection.
Calm down, Will.
Cool it.
Carrie Fowley did not want representation.
Tell Nora no dice.
We understand you had a flea infestation.
May we see the exterminator's invoice?
No.
Then we will raise legal concern
about treating Carrie Fowley's health at risk.
Unless the fumigation was a ruse
to smuggle in Carrie Fowley,
who has a history of oppression,
and encourage her not to seek legal representation.
My congrats.
For a deaf bloke, it's not easy to come across as a complete dobshite.
Sergeant Pankani, please escort these termites to their client.
How did they know?
Our client will not be answering any questions.
Any attempt to do so will be met with no comment.
She is willing to plead guilty to child slavery,
manslaughter, and child abduction.
Carrie?
You heard the gentleman. Charger. Fine.
Two fucking nil.
How the hell did Nora know that Carrie was here?
Who were these clogs?
At least we know Nora's food enough to send her lawyers in.
She's lapping me. She's running her finger in round me.
You mean Oz, right, Viv?
Mum.
Tegan, this is about to be absolutely crucial.
It's Sergeant Fray's interview, Mum.
So you stole the cockatoo from your wheelchair bound, Mum?
No. My brother, Jake.
Is he in a wheelchair? His budgie died.
So what, did he die off, Charlotte?
Broken heart?
He's a charlotte.
Look, I can't go to prison. I just can't.
I'll do the community service.
Did you notice the scars on Charlie Fiegen's arms?
No.
And had he slept on?
Had any kind of rest, prior to that.
Mum, it was a gang war kicking off.
Can you please quote to me Article 4 of
Code C of the Police and Criminal Evidence Act?
I can't remember it.
I can't remember it, sorry.
Oh, I'm pity.
If you had, you might not have found Charlotte Fiegen strung up by her head.
This isn't semantics, Inspector.
You're beating my Sergeant, anti-disrespecting her young woman's death.
Tune up your vote, Cap.
Inspector.
Did you at any point ask Ms. Fiegen to confirm her age?
No.
Are you aware that Charlotte Fiegen was in
fact 17 years old, not 18, as she claimed,
and therefore should have been assigned an appropriate adult?
No.
So when she used words like, "I can't go to prison, I just can't,"
did they sound like the words of an adult?
Or that of a distressed young person begging, may I say begging,
for help?
I wasn't overwhelmed.
I quizzed Charlie Fiegen on the facts.
She got aggressive and I matched her so as
not to show weakness as I was trained to do.
Had I not just been through a 36-hour shift from hell where we had to deal with
a bomb, gang war, one of my colleagues,
well, my best friend actually, who nearly died in a fire,
then I might have checked the electoral
register in order to verify her age on a whim.
But who would?
17 or 18, I will never forget finding that
young woman, strung up, as you so eloquently put it.
So you can throw all the hindsight you want at me, sir.
I did my job.
What she said.
Come on, Peggy. Open the door.
We need you to look at these.
Leave us alone.
Freddy's no Samaritan, Peggy.
His real name is Eric Ronson.
We did a PNC check.
Now, these women all had families who
complained when they figured out that you were stealing
their inheritance.
The women were all too embarrassed to press charges.
But, Peggy, when the sushi ran out,
soldie Derek.
Freddy.
Hi. Just been to the shop for a pomegranate.
I'm going to put it in a salad.
Freddy, the police have just been telling lies about you and I can't fill me up.
Help me.
Peggy, wait. I'm on my way.
Rosing tools. He's off.
Peggy!
Eric Ronson, you're under arrest for the illegal use of a siren.
You tricked me.
No, look, no, I...
Look, I would never...
Whatever they've told you, Peggy, then it's just not true.
It doesn't matter.
I flipped my siren for you.
I broke the law for you.
I know but you didn't call the real ambulance, did you?
What if I really had a stroke? What would you have done?
I mean, fed me sushi.
You're bad for my health.
I'm safer at my Todd.
Come and visit me.
I'm sick of prison visits, Freddy.
Oh, Eric. You're on your own.
Any of this lot still kicking?
Yeah.
Then I'm going to start to survive a group that I could do with some new mates.
Oh, go on, then.
They're fast.
Right, that's all the forms for the release of Herbie, Atta's remains
and the ex-husband. May they rest in pieces?
Oh, yeah, no.
One thing, that is Herbie's DNA strand.
And that's up, Johns.
And that's Manny's.
I need another vowel, Miller.
It all looks like Countdown to me.
Right, well, there's no two knowings that don't come from Up John or Nora
except, you know, for depth, the conscience, but, uh, Manny.
Manny is an Up John's biological son.
Pint.
If, big if, Manny thought that Up John was his father
but were to find out that Nora was lying to him,
that'd really kick and it'd drive a wedge between them.
It might do more than squeal. It'd scream.
But if you go around telling him something hurtful and private,
he already knows, you'll just look desperate
and you'll lose any trust you gained with him so far.
Hello?
What? I don't care the teething.
Mum rubs any Moruso into the gums.
I'll cut a fat lamb of fingers off and send her back to Greece.
Tick.
I'm sorry. I'm vetoing it.
Agreed. It's too risky.
But we can still talk to him and he'll have to listen.
Hey. How'd it go?
She was a kid. She was 17.
She just didn't want a moment to have to find out.
Hey, hey, hey.
You did your best.
These situations, they never...
I'm so sorry.
Do you want any cesareomis?
You're on, Inspector.
Come to talk to you about your mum.
Without the lawyers.
Ash, you fucked up, sending them into defend Kerifauli.
This is war.
So, here's the deal.
You're telling your mum from running them sweatshops,
you'll send her down for life, but you'll do a year.
When you get out, you can keep the legit empire and your freedom.
Don't know me, Kerstul.
And you definitely don't know me, Mum.
A thousand quid says I win.
Two thousand.
You don't carry that kind of cash on you.
Merc. Box fresh.
My G-Wagon.
Rack them up.
If you could play pool, you'd have bragged about it longer, though.
My dad always used to say, "If you can fake it, you can beat it."
I'll take yellow.
Looks like you need all the help you can get.
Uh, who had me? Excuse me.
Quick time out.
OK.
Admit it. You fucked up.
Right, grab your keys. Let's run.
I'm going for a paternity.
Viv, you said it was bullshit. You vetoed it.
I'm on for your tone, isn't it? That's the beauty of being boss.
We've released your brother's remains.
And your father's.
Appreciate it.
Who is, er...
What, we noticed something in the lab results?
Diana, DNA report, please.
Your juices prove no way could up-john-bee your real dad.
Mum's right.
Didn't say anything.
Go on, honey.
You didn't know.
You're lying.
My turn.
If you can fake it, you can be it.
Or you can be the daughter of the County Pool champion, Nani Israumin.
Get out.
My offer still stands, soldier boy.
Offer thing.
Mum?
Jai, I just happened to catch up with an old
friend of mine who's on the up in the IPCC.
She looked in on the status of the Charlie Fiegen inquest.
Are you sitting down?
Yeah.
They're going for Charlie's duty, lawyer.
Her account was all over the place and mine was backed up.
They're not going to pursue me.
Well, that's great.
Look, I know you're not celebrating, but this coffee is self-harm.
Right, I've only got us a proper one.
Yeah.
Oh, morning, Hayley.
How are you feeling?
Is...is he coming back?
Who?
That man.
Yeah, your wife.
He's one of them.
They put me in that room.
Your Honor, which one, based on a child's complaint?
Somehow Nora knew we had the valor's.
Nothing's been agreed. She's made no investments.
So you get enough from me now that it touches her.
Explain to me why we trust him, Manny Atta.
We've just trust Manny and we trust Viv.
I understand that your daughter hasn't come home.
She's with a paedophile.
Every nook and cranny of this book has well turned inside out.
Fresh magnolia to conceal the grisly deed.
Is there a right kick in the Jackson bollocks?
Aye.
This could be any of us.
And I've seen what you two can do when you gang up on people.