This is a lynch mob.
If you don't authorise them back up, you
can tell them there that I am billing in for a
water cannon.
Thank you, Mum.
Jesus, Mike, you weren't kissing.
Ma, we're still waiting on the May.
Shouldn't you take him in round the back?
They're back.
We're biked.
The candidate's all inside.
Yeah, apart from the car, I just want Buds to wait for you.
Dave, I know I'm pushing it, but there's
no way I'm getting snap going in with those
mugs.
You're not like John Prescott.
I won't be going anywhere at all if you don't do as I say.
I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to do anything. I'm not going to do anything.
Don't do as I say, Miss McCoy.
Oh, look, alright, though, yeah?
Well, I can't even get a compliment.
I've been up since four.
I've done two sports centres.
It's synagogue, one Polish church and two mosques.
Guess how many selfies I've been up for.
Two.
How untreatably lonely is that?
Mum, he's in.
They're all going to have to stay.
May the best man win. Dee Dee, come on. Save it for the ring. You're my interior boy! Get them inside. Get them in. I just think, need a bit of mannequin.
Ding dang, come on, save it for the ring.
Run, you may or won't!
Get them inside, get them in.
Don't touch us, you better can't sleep.
Watch your back, we're not going anywhere.
You got all the security in space?
Come on, show me a bit of Dunkirk's video.
I want all drinks containers confiscated.
Plastic cups, the lot.
I'm not a strict search, he's next. I'll have to read one.
Political husting's normally done by about 10ish, right?
Yeah, but 10's when the free drink comes out,
so we'll probably be mopping up till midnight.
Why?
I've got a date.
We've been chatting on Skype for hours and he still wants to meet me.
And he's travelling business.
He's only flipping FBI, he's cashing in his air miles.
And with his kind of access, there's nothing he won't know about me, Dina.
I can't tell you how much that makes me want to cry,
cos he's still coming. Yep.
Are you arised tonight? 11pm GMT.
Go and meet him at the airport. Get a hotel. No!
I can't. Man needs us here. We're outgunned.
I'll cover for you, ditch the head-girl thing and get some.
No! He's gonna have to wait.
Oh, girls. Baby, really, it'll be fine.
I'll wear it like a badge of honour.
There's some troll things that you dribble-squash down your front.
You've got parking since.
I'm glad you're mine, but you haven't the bust. Take your pick.
Joy, would you mind?
No. Man, our drinks container's been confiscated.
And the bar handles. What?
I thought you said out there was something to worry about.
Relax, guys. We've got your back.
And your votes are after. Damn.
Come on.
A black girl in the far right, is that even possible?
They're rebranded to look like Blue Peter and one of them shifted.
If they're bundling their warm black woman into a van
in front of the cameras, that's exactly what they want us to do.
The flute squish on the wing wants to say
there's not a dry room for acid on the way out.
Hang on.
They didn't see me, did they?
Right, spoke to the producer.
Can't get your 100 by and get your 50 each.
Oh! Wrong hits. My bad.
50 for what?
Who you with?
Sorry.
Er, Lydia Hopkirk.
We're piloting a new format that doesn't count out
a liberal mainstream agendas.
What's it called?
Er, Rock the Boat.
You're more looking for new faces.
And your face would really fit the bill.
Cuffer for assault. Don't you fucking dare!
I want my crew to film you lock,
and you're only black woman at a far-right rally.
Well, do you?
Get out of here.
Pigs.
50 quid for foxpops, she said.
Yeah?
Just this way.
Right, we're gonna shoot you down here
so the crew can control the lighting and the sound for obvious reasons.
So where is the crew?
I think I'm...
Have none of you ever been on a professional fucking set before?
And you?
I said I wanted derelict as a background, not tetanus.
Hey, don't talk to me like that, you monkey-eyed prick.
Well, I'm the one who decides who's camera-ready or not,
and from where I'm standing.
And I wouldn't talk to me like that either.
Right, don't care if you're saying spunk monkey or not.
Just need signatures.
Otherwise, petty or not, there'll be no cash.
Right, just gonna nip to the van to get the wages.
Back in a tick.
Holy fucking mental.
That's off.
Then you need to let me finish.
You said that three times already
and still got boxers of void to know.
We're wrapping up. I want to keep all...
Exist, Cleo. Joy, you come up front, Dana.
Head to the van.
You even want to know how public cuts
affect our frontline services.
Then let's hear it from the arse's mouth.
That wonderful woman standing right there,
Inspector Biv Dearing.
Come on in.
Come on. Come on, Viv.
Come on.
She went to slow on our run.
Come on, Viv.
If you want, your facts direct tonight.
Let's get that wonderful woman up here on this stage.
Come on.
Chairman, this is a debate from Mayor Al Candyburn.
Inspector Beerman, can you deny
the May's cuts of triple joy police force?
Don't do it, Mum.
This is a democratic forum for elected and electable people.
It's not for civil servants like me.
Well done, Mum.
How do you?
Inspector! Inspector!
Come on, Viv.
Come on.
OK. Oh, Jesus, Dana.
You're going to be a bit of a bitch. Oh, Jesus, Dana.
You're all going to burn here.
Viv, this is the one place your mouth doesn't belong.
Thank you.
There are many times when I felt underfunded.
But only as underfunded as forces across Britain.
As to whose fault that is, is a very public pattern.
Wish you were running from there.
How you doing?
To summarise my feelings tonight,
the difference between us is that Hassan fights for minorities.
I fight for minorities to live together.
You're a trace of a choice.
Go on.
Mum, you all right?
Yeah, we're OK.
We are friends to control.
You're out.
Trust right of the panel.
The ambulance is not responding.
The ambulance!
Dana! Dana!
Dana, you all right?
No, wait.
Wait, he's heading downstairs.
I'm on him.
Fuck off! Burn that way!
The identity control.
I want to want my own body.
I want my own body.
The shooter is white.
Oh, it's your beard.
Come on!
DC Town has been shot with quiet, urgent medical assistance.
Where's he at?
Joy?
OK.
Stay with me.
Just stay with me.
You hear me?
Joy, Joy!
Who'd want you dead?
Dana, I know you must have put up some fight.
So did she.
Where is she at? Where is she?
Come on, babe!
Mom, trapped the bike.
Getaway driver went like stink to the M60.
Keep going.
What the fuck just happened?
Why wasn't Joy at her post?
She would have seen him stand up. She would have--
You're blaming her?
No, I--
I'm blaming--
I'm blaming Aynan.
Um, the man that kissed on stairs is clogging up the front desk.
Fuck's sake, I haven't just deal with it!
We've all lost her, Dina.
Am I gonna need someone to put them in?
You put them in. Just keep your name off the paperwork.
Now, you take your shock, your grief, your anger,
and you turn it into fuel.
Understood.
Oh, finally! What's the matter?
We're not important enough for you.
Okay, cool it. Tell me what's happened.
My bitch of her sister's what's happened.
We were all the dress fitting, drinking champagne.
Tina decides to net the law.
Starts going on saying our Barry's not good enough for me.
So I said don't come then, you silly bitch!
What's wrong with our Barry?
Here is she clumped up.
We started fighting.
And the next thing--
She's got my hand in her mouth!
You're just gonna want to say I do so and fucking stop!
On the assumption that you didn't go home last night,
clean underwear.
I didn't get them to open, especially if these are personal stock.
Press office is calling a conference at nine thirty.
Yeah, well, clean knickers aren't my priority right now, Marilyn.
And you can tell the press that I haven't
found to give them what they want to hear.
I'm gonna be too busy stringing people up by the balls from here till doomsday.
Come here.
I couldn't do it, Mum.
Please, please don't make me.
If nobody's gonna shove you in front of the public,
you at least have a sleep.
You can use my office.
Before he fired,
he called Caroline McCoy a traitor.
What was she done to betray him?
All them. Or anybody.
Caroline's done nothing but glue her community together like a man did.
Before they called that politics.
It's a lunatic, a lone wolf, or a wolf.
Was it getaway, driver? No.
He's a pro.
Oh, you missed his mark.
Because I pushed her out the way.
Set enough a sequence of events that I would give anything to erase.
Well, I'll leave you to it.
Look sharp.
You need more than coffee. This is undetectable to anybody outside the Kremlin,
invented by Dr. Uyurin Sane.
This is the man who took our joy.
Joseph Beckett, 40.
Discharged from the arm of 2010 with PTSD.
That's an old photo.
Because all his records are sealed, we're suspecting emerging special services.
SAS? How's he on file if he's meant to be that sharp?
Go enter in Heathrow, 2014, with 30K mixed currency.
Suggest that he's been working as a mercenary ever since.
He's spores match the forensic evidence left on Spike's gear.
No known address. No family that we can find.
For me and joy, we locked a batch of protesters in the basement.
We got them to sign release forms.
Most were fake names, but we lifted fingerprints.
Fake, had it? And a lovely brother. Dennis Caddy.
They were on a chapter of Albion.
He wasn't amongst the rabble because he's better than that these days.
We know Albion have been up in the game recently, but seriously.
Somebody paid good money for what went down yesterday.
Albion have never been that organised.
Oh, we beg to differ.
Achtung baby indeed.
I love him.
You are not.
We are.
I'll come and sit down.
Sit.
This tells us nothing other than that Caroline McCoy is the centre of gravity.
But why is McCoy a right-wing target?
I mean, Albion were only there because the Mayors are Muslim, right?
She's not on the left either.
Yeah, well, she must have made somebody
leads to come after her with this much muscle.
If she knew who it was, she'd surely have told us by now.
No, we need to find out what it is that she doesn't know.
We need to examine her life in detail.
Changes in her patterns. Changes in her accounts.
Cracom.
Jonah, Stuart, check the AMPR scanners.
We need to locate that motorbike before it gets scrapped.
Mm-hm.
You? You're coming with Diana and me.
We're going to go talk to that shower of shit.
It's like a professional team.
Ocophage.
It's the least we owe ourselves today of all days.
Yeah.
I'll have to call you back.
Sorry. We don't hire out for weeks.
Where's your brother, Faye? Changing a keg?
That's one way of putting it.
Dad! Pinch off!
The fuzzer here!
Ester? Oh, motor less.
You lot, lock my lot in a basement.
Very brave.
Legal, though.
Call it all on our phones.
But hand on heart,
if you're here because you're worried about us taking this to our lawyer,
we're going to wait for the whole heart to die down first.
Don't want to smear her name before she's in the ground.
We've questions, Caddy.
Of course.
Come through.
So, yeah, this is it. Mission control.
Excuse the mess.
Election's our busiest time of the year.
Here you are, Bon.
There you go.
Honey, how's? Appreciate it.
If the shoe fits, how long has Joseph Beckett been a member of Albion?
Oh, yeah, I saw his face on the news.
It was way before my time.
He got kicked out, what, about five years ago?
He said some really toxic shit.
He's not outside. Not at all.
Why'd you throw squash at Mayor Hassan?
Hassan's turned Manchester into a Petri dish for Islamification.
They can't even be bothered to learn "fuck you" in English.
But being honest,
I was just thirsty and fancy seeing if you
look would be thwarted by a black current.
Beckett called McCoy a traitor.
Beckett called his dog a traitor. He's bonkers, I told you.
As for McCoy, we'd have any of them over at Hassan.
Bonnie thought shoes would present her on loose swimming.
When did you break out at the basement?
Why did you make lockers in?
As if we were Muslim or Polish.
No way she'd have had the balls.
She had it coming.
What did you say?
All right, Faye.
Last night was hustings. Big fuss.
Hassan was there, red carpet. All of you lot were there.
Except for you, Mr Caddy.
He was watching the bar for our nan.
Is that a fact?
All night long.
Ask any of them.
They're hiding something.
I want every stone turned on Caddy, hand Albion.
Every member, past and present, every Facebook like.
One minute, ma'am.
Echo 23969 to the idea in.
Come in, Jonah.
We've trapped the getaway bike, ma'am.
I need the striver alive.
Keep him within his sights.
No problem, ma'am.
We're already up his ass.
Why is he going so slow?
He's a good bully.
Harry's got a gun. He wants us closer.
Jesus.
What's he doing? Why is he not pulling over?
He's got a gun. He's got a gun.
Shit!
Stay down! Don't move!
Echo 23969, six down to control.
Ma'am, we've got him.
Come on, run again.
Come on, man. Let's go, man.
You twatted.
Until Diana were going to need her superpower.
There you go.
It's Polish.
Harry, I can't believe it!
I'm not being there!
What?
Cattie's kett's in the car.
We booked him in for drunk driving, but, ma'am,
no way this guy's the getaway driver.
Look at him.
You're not a man.
You're a man.
For fuck's sake, Jonah, he's Romanian.
I work!
OK, yeah, well, we're not immigration.
We're police.
He's tanked.
Get him showered and red bowled.
What, our showers?
He's right. He's not the driver.
He must have nicked the bike after the driver, don't he?
His feet smell worse than his shit.
I might have seen him.
Run his dogs through Interpol.
Hey, ma'am, you're not going to believe this,
you're a fuck-woe.
Oh, my God!
Come on, will you?
It'll be useful.
Come on, Eddie.
Yeah, yeah.
The helmet had a dashcam in it.
Driver forgot to check before he stole it.
The visual file's fucked, but the driver's voice is stereo.
Getaway driver's pillow talk right after the shots were fired.
Oh, Jesus, what have you done?
Fuck this! Oh, fuck this!
It's Caddy.
Sounds like Caddy.
It's nowhere near as a gar for the C.P.S.
You're stolen on this?
Yeah, in the absence of a witness or a motive.
Why would Albion want to kill Caroline?
Catch.
The T-shirts and the buses that take Arby into the street marches
are all paid for by this guy, Lionel Durkin, you know him?
Should I?
Well, he founded Pelenot,
the same private security company that employed Beckett.
Oh, welcome to Outside the Box, bunny lad.
It's lonely here, but we can snuggle up.
Don't tell me, Julia.
A gentleman's a police officer.
DC Turner, Manchester Met.
We're preparing for the Veterans' Marathon this weekend.
These lads all fought for Queen and Country,
and they got tossed on the scrap people on their return.
They've lost the use of their legs.
Here I teach them, they don't need them.
They leave their wheelchairs on the bank, and I get a swim in.
Did you kayak?
No.
No excuse in the world not to.
How may I help you?
I'm here to ask.
Like Joseph Beckett, your company was his main employer.
No, no, Evan. Don't help him.
Let him do it by himself.
Yeah, maybe you should go and... No, no.
He would teach Beckett how to flip a kayak with Mr Durkin.
Our business depends on ex-personnel from the Armed Forces,
Constable, and ex-police, for that matter.
Beckett hasn't been deployed by Pelennor for two years.
Ever heard of an extreme far-right group called Albion?
But you pay their expenses.
Are they extreme?
They're a harmless street protest movement.
The Liberals just resent Caddy because he knows how to get heard.
But Beckett was also a member of Albion.
Fleetingly, and I was distressed like that.
What about Lionel Durkin?
You know him.
No, he runs Pelennor.
I know they're pitching for...
Cars?
No.
Pelennor are after a £250 million contract with the council.
And they want a slice of your firm. The Manchester Met.
Well, that was kicked into the long grass years ago.
From you, lot, yeah. But it's still in play.
Prisons, transport, forensics.
Pelennor have been working with the council, handing glove,
for the last four years. It's the brass ring viv.
And if you get in...
Then Durkin will have pissed all his bribes away,
cos I'm making pitch from scratch, cos he's clearly out of his box.
Why are you asking?
Beckett worked for Pelennor. Beckett was a member of Albion.
Fuck this. Fuck this. I'm done.
I'm going. I'm moving to Australia. I can't do this.
It's just a theory. I've got my business to think about.
Caroline, your name's on every headline.
Your face is right next door to Joyce.
You'd better start milking this sweetheart.
Cos Joyce's death...
His goth stand for more than just...
some carving on a London memorial.
We need more women like her.
Like you.
OK, careful of. You go and get yourself a Kit-Kat from the canteen.
Just give us five minutes.
Rolling spike? Yes, ma'am.
Marius, can you tell us how you got the bike?
I need drink.
Drink! Drink!
Serious? This is 90%! You want to kill our only witness?
Sad water.
Ma'am, this is a testimony for the jury. If they see he's pissed, we're finished.
He's on 23 cans of red stripe a day. If we
don't keep him in drink, he'll be dead anyway.
Which is exactly what we'll tell them.
You want them to see him looking like this?
Blah.
I sleep on the bridge.
My wig is the driver drop bike.
Take off helmet.
Do you see his face?
Marius, could you ID him?
Blah.
Get off me! I will punish Dennis Caddie!
Don't do a record. No, I won't!
You'll have a good joy for his family. Don't do it!
He's got a pandel around here.
The raider! Don't ever look into saying a thing.
Hold on, a hat.
I'm loyal lawyer. You sit tight.
You can't touch him. Just put a coat on.
He said I washed. I washed his socks.
You're not kidding me.
Don't! Go right, I'll ring that again. Yeah!
Regulars all say the same thing. Dennis Caddie was in the pub all night.
Bless him. Get the trump, ready.
Ma'am, McCoy is talking to the press.
I'd just like to say on behalf of my family to hers
that Sergeant Freers will be cherished as one of the greatest
and bravest that the Manchester Met have ever had.
A friend told me to honour her sacrifice.
Well, here I am.
And I'm still standing.
I'm standing for what joy stood for.
Polling day is a week Thursday.
Bring it.
Trump's prince have come back from Interpol. Please God.
He's who he says he is. No records.
CPS says if Marius ID's Caddie, we can charge him.
We've got him, Fiv.
Is this recording yet? Good.
Cos I want it on record that these allegations are a fucking disgrace.
Well, I like your world record. You brag about heroics.
But you were dishonourably discharged for hanging bacon off a mosque
during a peacekeeping mission in Basra.
That was heroic.
Have you ever had any association with Lionel Durkin?
We've got a lot of angels on our shoulders, you'd be surprised.
Pinning me up for this is going to cost you.
I'm no killer.
Oh, we don't think you're the killer, Dennis.
We think you're the getaway driver.
And a shit one cos you left the dashcam on in the helmet that you nicked.
We've got your voice on tape.
So let's start cutting a bit of flub off our sentence.
Where is your mate Beckett?
And who hired him to take out McCoy?
He's not my mate, so how the fuck do I know?
Cos we've a witness who saw your face when you dumped the bike.
He's in the building right now.
You have the right to refuse an ID parade where your mug will be one and eight,
but then that gives us the right to pack the witness outside the station
and you'll think it as soon as you leave.
You'll wake up tomorrow morning in a cat-a-prison where cat-a-juh-had-is
desperate to borrow a cup of sugar.
Your next pulse in like a tall Dennis.
Now, we could if we...
Sorry to interrupt, Inspector. May I have a word?
Both of you.
Jesus, Miriam, please don't cockblock me in front of Perks.
DC Tanner, please escort Caddy back down to his cell.
What? Mum, we've got him.
Your office now.
Diane, I've got two ticks.
Ma'am.
Easy, Whitplash. Where are you going?
Oh, that's never been a good look for you.
Marilyn's stolen on Caddy and lab.
A box, do something.
What?
Don't fucking know.
Look, Diana, trust me.
Yeah, you hear me out before you go doing any more of your P45 shit.
Now, you saw Joy pimping those rats into the basement.
Yeah, she was a Catherine way, or best there was, right?
So why did she ditch her post at the hostings?
Even if she left the iron-on, thought one of her cats were on fire,
Joy would never neglect her duty.
She left to call her dad a 15-second call.
Now, don't you want to know what that beautiful kid's last sparks for us were?
What's coming, Marilyn?
He is.
OK.
Sorry I'm late.
You're either a spook, special branch, or work experience, which is it?
Viv, this is...
Chief Inspector Tom Pembroke. Special branch.
You're joking.
I've got more five o'clock shadow than he has.
Agreed.
You little shit.
Marilyn, are you gonna let fetus cop talk about us like that?
Dennis Caddy is to be released without charge.
What?
Albion's the target of a larger operation, and if this man's charged,
that operation's jeopardised.
You're joking. We've got one of Sergeant Freer's killers downstairs,
and you're ordering me to hold open the door for Caddy on the way out.
Well, you better throw me a better line than that.
We've planted a UC in Albion.
If Caddy is charged, the agent's position becomes untenable.
Wait. Stop.
You had a UC in Albion, and we were told precisely dick
about a planned attack on McCoy's life.
And you knew all about it.
And you pull this.
Now, just when we are within a hair's breadth of charge in him,
don't get emotional, Viv.
Fuck you! I lost a friend.
If it eases tensions, DCI marching was almost as in the dark as you.
You're out of line.
I'm paid to be, Chief Inspector.
You jumped a little pistol.
You're off the case.
Who was the agent?
Any further investigation into Caddy or Albion
will be regarded as perverting the course of justice.
Been there, done that.
You lot have threatened curtains on my career since year dot.
So out of my way, I am charging him.
Also misconduct of public office.
Not curtains, Inspector.
Bars. Oh, you've been dying to spilt that one out, haven't you?
Mm.
You'll inform Caddy and his solicitor that the evidence against him is flawed.
I'll leave the details to your imagination, but keep it convincing.
Do I make myself clear, Inspector?
Yes, sir.
Mum.
Robin!
Robin, it's me, Mother.
Robin, why didn't you call me, huh?
Look, have you taken us, Mum?
I'll tell, so I need your fret about.
Look, Robin, we need you to focus, yeah?
Yeah.
Oh, I know, I know.
Robin.
Joy phoned you just before she died.
It was a quick call, Jim.
Can you remember what she said?
I didn't pick up. I was on shift.
So she left a message?
Have you listened to it?
I'm building up to it.
Passcode's her birthday.
Robin, it's Ada.
I was just calling to say what a laugh last night was and, hey, let's do it again.
Rob, it's Ernie.
Mate, have I got some really strong shit for you?
It's called God's Pussy.
It's me.
Can you call me back when you get this?
It's work. It's urgent.
I need you to find me the photo album that you made me from my 21st.
You know, the one with all the Hendon stuff in it.
It should be under my bed.
Oh, God, I don't know. It's, erm... It's somewhere.
Got a Hendon.
No, no, there's no way. There's no way I'm
eating all my pie in front of that piece of shit.
We have to talk right in, lad. We have no choice.
Ma!
Dinah.
Paddy's girlfriend. She's a UC. She's a fucking cop, Viv.
She could have stopped it.
Fucking hell.
Mr Caddy, I've got some bad news.
You were witness ditching the getaway by a Romanian trump
and he's identified you as the getaway driver.
What do you offer him in return?
Three bedrooms, send me over his head.
Unfortunately, the tramp is wanted by Interpol for fraud.
We'd be argued down by any bottom dollar barrister even yours.
Well, God bless Romania, man.
I'll buy him an Uzo or whatever the fuck.
So what? I walk.
You slither.
I don't know what's harder to take.
Your boss's perfume or the sweet shit you're doing.
The minute of your breath.
Ooh!
Let's go!
Hey, buddy!
Your boyfriend watched his mate fire two bullets into a non-armed officer.
Could have saved her.
I'm sorry about your mate.
Why don't you go home and have a cry and a wank to candle in the wind for me, okay?
Thank you.
I've placed you at the Jon Ront surveillance of Dennis Cuddy.
Which part of Pibbroke's threat of prison did you feel had wriggle room?
He'd chosen Dinah.
I've made her in the old image, Mum.
Made a fuck away from us.
Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.
I always wanted it.
Not like this.
Shit.
What is it?
No, I mean it's literally shit.
If it's right, then we're playing footsie in the morgue already.
This is code red. Everyone out.
This is Beckett. Happy owning.
You need to work out what you want your face next to in the news.
I'm neither for much, sir. I like in the streets or rules diffs in an outbreak tent.
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