Joseph Beckett.
You're a trace of a coin!
He's a pro.
You missed his mark.
Because I pushed her out of the way.
It's set another sequence of events that would give anything to a raise.
The press are asking me to confirm that a female officer was killed.
Very caddy.
And a lovely brother.
Dennis Caddy.
We're on a chapter of Albion.
How long has Joseph Beckett been a member of Albion?
This guy, Lionel Durkin.
What he found in Pellano, the same private security company that employed Beckett.
A no-killer.
Oh, we don't think you're the killer, Dennis.
Come on!
Who's the either getaway driver?
Dennis Caddy is to be released without charge.
We planted a UC in Albion.
You're off the case.
Who was the agent?
Got it.
Any further investigation into Caddy or Albion
will be regarded as perverting the course of justice.
Your boyfriend watched his mate fire two bullets into a non-armed officer.
Could have saved her.
Right.
At cabs here in five.
Jonah, you ready?
Yeah.
Oh, come on.
Incoming.
Shut up.
I hope it goes without saying that you've all been signed off for the whole day.
Nobody expects you to.
Yeah, we're right back out the door, Mum.
I just wanted to tie up a few loose ends.
You have to allow for hang of it.
Understood.
Jonah, I was sorry to not see you at the funeral.
All the wake?
Yeah.
We drew straws, Mum.
We're looking after charged kittens.
One of them's epileptic, but we're not sure which
one, so we're just keeping a constant watch on them all.
Right.
And where's Stuart got to, because I definitely saw him at the funeral.
Kitten watch.
Mum.
You're gonna work this out.
So it may as well come from me.
Call your lawyers, folks.
Hey, kittens.
I play Stuart and Jonah on surveillance of Dennis Caddy.
The drew straws for who missed the funeral and who missed tonight's piss-up.
Well, my condolences.
Today isn't just Joyce's funeral, it's this entire bloody department's.
Caddy is embargoed.
Which part of Pembroke's threat of prison did you feel had really been a crime?
Caddy knows that we had him down as Beckett's getaway driver.
Now, if we don't at least follow him, do you
not think he's gonna be a little bit suspicious?
If we do less than nothing, then he's gonna smell a rat.
We are not endangering Pembroke's agent by following Caddy.
We're protecting her.
Caddy lied about not knowing Beckett.
They were stationed at Bathory together.
They're brothers in arms.
He's not some getaway lackey.
So if you don't call Pembroke and tell him
that this is top-notch thinking, Mum, then...
I actually buy that.
It's very good.
Well, it was DC Kowalska's brainwave.
I just rolled it in.
And, erm...
You're gonna be ever so proud of me, Mum.
I've got an appointed DC Kowalska sergeant.
She accepted this morning.
Bit of sweet for her, of course.
But when was a real change, anything but?
You've chosen Dinah.
She's already accepted.
You can't go doling out promotions, Viv.
I think you'll find there's a whole protocol.
I've made her in the old image, Mum.
Yeah.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Party?
Or prison?
She can be up, yeah.
And Dinah?
DCI Marchant and I are in complete agreement.
You are to be promoted to sergeant.
Effective immediately.
What? Me?
That's right.
Down the couple before you say yes?
Now, who has got Joy's iPod?
Let's go.
Just call me Angel of the morning Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me Angel of the morning Angel
Angel of the morning Angel of the morning Angel
You have to be both let's go.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
So, how long do you think I've got before I screw this up?
Seriously?
The whole team's behind you.
Minimum bets a month.
I always wanted it, you know?
Not like this.
No, I'm never like this.
Hey, hey.
Hey.
Joy would've wanted you to have it.
Oh, God.
What are you doing?
Dana, sorry.
I know what's...
It's fine.
I'm just...
I'm just gonna go.
It's fine.
Dana, pretty sure you're not supposed to be here.
Pretty sure you're not supposed to be here, Sarge.
All right.
I won't log it.
But you'll have to shift before the next rotation.
Sarge.
And congrats.
So, what'd I miss?
Caddy knows we're watching him, so not much.
Same routine.
Caddy's missus' teaching LB and self-defense.
Self-defense from what?
Dunno.
Fact.
Pissed off immigrants.
You.
They can't keep their hands off each other.
Oh my God, I'm so serious.
Hang on.
We need to talk.
Security, over here.
This person's harassing me, and she's about to get the shit
kicked out of her by my boyfriend who's coming in any sec.
I'm an off-duty detective sergeant.
I saw her lift a nail varnish.
She's drunk, I can smell her breath.
Empty your pockets?
Empty your pockets, please, miss.
Don't you dare.
Get back to the magazine section where you belong.
Empty your pockets, please.
Tada.
Dana, she put it there.
Yeah, let's go. Yeah, look, check the CCTV, mate.
You see the racist bitch planting that.
You got a store room where I can book her,
save everybody the embarrassment, you know?
Yeah.
Okay, come on, let's go.
Stay the fuck away from us,
and you should know better, mate.
You're in early.
Everyone else is phoning in with hangovers.
It's dinnering.
No, first day of sergeant, too.
Phone call for you, line two.
Yeah, DC Turner.
He's Beckett.
What's that effect?
Well, I've had a bunch of Becketts recently.
I better not be wanking him here and in the background.
You felt like a sack of shit in that car park.
If you were my chase, Mick, she won't be dead.
I pumped a batch of halal meat full of toxin.
So I've already gone to market.
Happy hunting.
Ma'am?
We've just had a call from someone claiming to be Beckett
saying he's poised for the batch of halal meat.
Yeah, detailed, ma'am, it's him.
But we've traced a call to a landline
from a house in Manchester.
We're moving now.
Police!
Get me the fuck off!
I want neighbours and landlord, Quist.
I want all local CCTV pulled out and scammed.
Crusader fetish?
Oh, it's Butchers' gig.
He must have known we'd trace him.
What is it?
Awful, pretty stacked full of it.
It's a pump of it full of it, I don't know what.
It's a full batch label.
He called food standards for me, would you, Sarge?
Attract the ID number.
Appreciate it.
Jonah away.
Gladly.
Jonah return.
Cons, please.
Right, Professor Miller, to control, this is cold red.
I want biohazard lads here.
I want this entire street wrapped in a hazmat suit.
Everyone else out.
You don't go to us.
We're staying here.
You just said it was a cold red?
Yeah, and if it's rising,
we're playing footsie in the morgue already.
Shit.
What is it?
No, I mean, in this jar, it's literally shit.
Oh.
Okay, lab rats.
Acetone, yeah.
Dex, don'ts, rotten meat, there's jam jars full of shit.
It's not rising, folks.
It's botchilling, it's pumping it into the offal.
Get everything to the lab, kids.
I want full toxicology report on the botchilling,
midday latest.
What is botchilling?
At its weakest, it smooths out your crow's feet,
at its strongest, it's on every dictator's Christmas list,
but making it is no easy trick.
Noah's been handy McNabb in his tits off,
Beckett's doing PhD.
Right, the offal comes from an abattoir called
Halal Paddy's, they ship Halal meat all around Manchester.
Viv, if he has pumped this shit into anything,
whoever eats it will have their guts wrung out,
so hard they'd snap their neck to end it.
Sergeant Kowalska, DC, Tom of the Abattoir.
Find out what they know about Beckett.
Keep it strong.
What are you waiting for?
Yeah.
We need a visible police presence outside
every polling station.
The public cannot feel for the sake of...
Viv, now is not the time.
Ma, Ma, Beckett has just claimed to have poisoned
a batch of Halal meat with botchilling.
Now we need to recall all Halal meat products right now.
Take away supermarkets, butchers, schools, not in that order.
You're all right, you're on Bento.
What better be the food standards agency
you're about to text, not your kids?
What do we know?
That you need to authorize the outbreak unit.
Make a public announcement, knives and forks down.
No, which batch? Which meat? Chicken? Bee?
I'm not coming at you with a fucking pop noodle, sir.
Expect her?
I don't know yet.
Nothing leaves these premises.
Are you for real? Who's that?
Can I help you?
DS Kowalska, DC, Tom of Manchester Met.
You're the manager?
Yeah, Paddy Kenny, is there a problem?
Yeah, Mr. Kenny, we need to have a chat with you
in private, please.
It's quite urgent.
They used to be paddy and sons,
but we were going to ground, so now it's a lot of paddies.
We've just had a halal inspection.
It took us two years to win the Shriya Council's trust.
It is all halal right down the line.
It has to be with the community.
This sense can stay to the first.
But I've done the research of those jihadis come for me.
You just whip out the karam and you chant,
"There is no other god but Allah,
"and Muhammad is his prophet."
You weigh off, sir. Your office, please.
So you want me to publicly announce
to the people of Manchester that they may have already
ingested poison meat.
That's your pitch, when this could all still be a prank.
You need to work out what you want your face next to
in the news on the eve of an election, sir.
Pollock in the streets or a row of stiffs in an outbreak tent?
Alert all hospitals with no public announcements
till we know definitively which batch.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a radio interview to do.
We use the media, Inspector.
They don't use us.
Paddy, what's going on? Need your stuff to leave, please.
Anything you say to me, you say to Amran.
He's my halal supervisor. Without Amran, we're haram and no mistake.
Mr Kenny, we have reason to believe your produce
may have been infected with botulin.
You are, my god.
Do you recognise this man?
Mum, Dana's online to your sergeant.
Dana? This is real.
The owners have ID'd Beckett.
He worked on the cutting line.
He'd have had access to inject any batch he wanted.
You are stopped off the day of the hostings.
And Mill says once that shit's ingested,
symptoms start showing anywhere between 48 and 72 hours.
That's now.
Mum, Beckett worked in the abattoir,
giving him every chance to pump the meat.
Hang on, I know you.
You're moving in opposite you, Copton, half all this morning.
Let's do this properly.
Inspector Daring, meet my youngest, Louis.
Your son?
Well, then who was the oldest?
My husband, David.
Oh, so then, um, we're neighbours.
I'll see you tonight, Louis. Mum.
Marilyn, if we don't put out an announcement right now,
then the only way we're gonna know which batch she poisoned
is when the first person kicks the bucket.
I'm carrying a record, thank you very much.
We need to alert everyone.
Mate, your failure has left more homeless kids
sleeping rough in central Manchester.
It's heartbreaking.
Miss McCoy, your own record is giving local government advice
to big companies to cut down on heat being generated
outside their offices.
So as to remove, and I quote, "vagrance."
And our next question is from Jo.
What's your question, Jo?
I didn't mean to kill her.
She came at me with pepper spray and left me no choice.
I don't think that's quite how the Manchester men feel about it, Jo.
Don't hang up. I've sent a batch of halal beef
pumped full of botulin into a Manchester school, Mr. Mayor.
We've sent beef to over 300 schools.
That is thousands of batches Beckett could have injected.
I took the cops off this morning, gave them plenty of time,
because they and you let the children eat up anyway
because they're scared of upsetting the degenerates
who cut our soldiers' heads off on our streets.
Jonah, tell the producer if its ratings is after,
patch me in. And if you think your white kids are safe,
because they don't eat halal, then tough,
the schools have snuck halal meat
into all your kids' school dinners,
and guess what? The mayor did nothing about it.
This is D.I. Deering.
You shot an unarmed officer dead in a car park,
and I've upgraded to bioterror.
Who's the degenerate now, way Beckett?
Who put you up to this?
Ma'am. He's gone.
Manchester, we've been tested before.
Do not panic.
Your children are safer in their schools,
and I'll let the authorities handle it.
We will not let you down.
Stand together.
Hold fast.
All the phone networks are down, switchboards are jammed.
Oh, shit, Gavin, I get it.
Fist fights are breaking out between Muslim and non-Muslim parents
outside every school gate in Manchester.
Twitter's in a meltdown. Who gives a twat about Twitter?
It's spreading panic, ma'am.
They're saying we don't have the money.
We don't have the manpower. The police are not fit for purpose.
We're being played. Sorry, ma'am.
Dana, give me good news.
Liv, think we've got it.
They're the hustings.
Becker cut his hand in the de-boning room.
Injury report says he insisted on finishing his shift,
so they sent him to the packing room that afternoon.
That has to be when he did it.
Now, we can trace which batches went to which schools.
Then what are you on the phone to me for?
Track it.
Sorry, my finger starts sweating.
Use this.
Damn it! It keeps giving me the same error screen.
All the records for beggar patches have been deleted.
What's the beggar deleted files? Impossible.
Nobody can delete the records apart from me and...
I didn't know.
Know what?
Even though we got full Halal, we were still in the red.
I...
I swapped the budget Halal burgers...
to plain beef.
Unblissed beef? No, it was blessed on, Rad.
It was still Halal.
I've got a blessing up on my iPad.
We played it while we put the frozen patties into the boxes.
You did what? It was Brexit!
Half the word post have gone back to your own.
I can't afford you luck.
Bless the memories thrown before you cut it.
Holy shit! There is no other camp at Halal!
You broke the law! Let's get on down.
Oh, forgive me, Obran.
Polish only me.
Spare my kids.
You ignorant moron! It's not chariolo.
It is eucalo!
Right?
Omarine? Oh.
Is there any other way we can track the batch?
I'm sorry.
Viv? I think Kenny, you're under arrest...
Halal, I think we've hit the fan here. We...
Get up!
What?
Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Viv, if this doesn't make any sense,
it could be in front of 300 schools.
Why would Becker poison any of your Nazi pot?
It's bastard! He's just leckered! You'll be loved now.
Can't absorb me! Sir, sir...
Oh! Over here, please, sir.
I need you to tell me everything your wife ate in the lab.
They've got it all wrong. She's anaphylactic!
She's been trying to shift the baby weight,
so she ate one of them cereal bars that says "make contain nuts".
Look! She needs adrenaline!
Do you serve meat from Halal Peddles?
Do I look like I serve Halal shite?
Just let me hold her hand. She needs...
Sir, just listen to me, OK?
This isn't nuts.
Your wife could be the victim of a bio-terror attack
on poison burgers that have gone to kids' schools,
and that poison's gonna work twice as fast on those kids
as it is on your wife.
So you need to think,
how did poison meat get into your kitchen?
There's some mad Chinese woman. She sold us some meat.
It was an under-the-counter thing.
We bought meat from her before I don't buy from any fly-by-night.
Lily had one of the burgers.
A name. Hamish. Rita.
We need to go. Rita what?
What? Wang.
I don't know. She said she was a dinner lady.
What school? I don't know.
Can I have?
Can we have it?
Spike, bring up all the schools
surrounding the red stack of the Halal Peddles and black.
Here.
Yeah, right, there's five.
Swinton College, St Mary's Middle School,
Ironside Grammar, Ashton Primary...
Ironside.
That's where the most sentenced kids to school.
Makes sense now.
OK, ladies and gentlemen, who's had school dinners?
Hands up.
This way. Keep coming.
This way. Just gather over here, please.
Everyone, keep coming at the back.
Is that the last one? Thank you.
All right, my name's Spike.
I'm going to ask you a couple of questions.
Anyone who had school dinners this afternoon,
can you put your hands up, please?
Right, anybody who didn't have the burgers,
put your hands down.
Shit.
Excuse me, yes?
You're Rita, right? Didn't the lady?
You sold Halal burgers to the chef of the red stack.
I want the lawyer. Those burgers were poisoned.
Did you serve the rest of these kids?
Just take me to the patties, Rita.
Mm-hm.
Anyone who's got stomach cramps,
just come and make a line here, please.
Oh, boy, yes.
Come on. It's OK, thank you.
Anyone who's breathing a bit funny,
come and make a line here.
OK.
Right, anyone who's got sweaty ear lobes,
come and stand here with me.
Yeah, now, don't fret, kid.
It'll be a drip in the arm in a week off school.
You'll be right as rain and famous.
Get them all on the antitoxin.
Crash pads ready, yeah? Excellent, man.
No. Not this.
Not these.
This batch here. All here.
Apart from, you know, what?
Stop.
Hey, you tried charging me with this.
You're looking at a vegan with an all-ethnic defence tea.
Rita! I don't give a shit.
What did you serve to the kids?
No, no, they're here. That's what I'm telling you.
This is next week's meat.
It's on a roto system with the abattoir.
These burgers wouldn't have been served till a week Thursday.
Saved by the bell there.
Joseph Beckett has now targeted all our children with a bio-attack.
One woman in hospital, no kids.
We thrash the odds.
I'd love to open the baby sham.
But we've survived today by the skin of our teeth.
And the mayor. Are his kids still here?
No, it's why.
She came and picked them up just before lunch,
and that was right after he said to me,
"Keep the attack under your hat, cause of panic."
You are joking.
Caroline, how long have you been standing there?
Long enough not to look a gift to us in the mouth.
I am sorry, Viv, but I am using this.
Caroline, stop.
John, you're supposed to be ahead of her.
Try it, ma'am. She's a dash-on.
And where were your kids, Mayor?
Maybe you could explain to us all
why your kids were whisked out of school by your wife
before Beckett made the announcement.
My children had an appointment that me wife...
She just happened to remember.
Seriously, after saying to the city that our kids
are safer in school, and then you privately take yours out,
what's all that about?
I am sorry that your kids were targeted, sir,
but you are supposed to have all of our backs.
Not just your little lens.
Can't spin this one, can you?
Has anyone got any more questions for our mayor?
Yes, I...
Tegan.
Mum, it looks like Caddy and his missus are checking into a spa hotel
for a dirty weekend.
Er, we're going to need some undercover room service.
Golfers.
I could do the spa.
As if Marilyn's got a cough up for that.
You're on your own. Don't let Caddy out your side.
So, who was buying it?
Who was buying that the shell shop far right
thought his Manchester's old Moriarty?
Well, he's poisoning the burgers. You could have poisoned 24 kids.
I'm not, not buying it.
Yeah, but if he meant that shit on air,
why give us the heads up?
He knew we traced the call, find that food batch label.
If Halal Paddy hadn't been cooking the books,
we'd have got to the school and the meat wasn't supposed to be served
till next week. Exactly.
Immigrants and kids.
They're not his real target.
It's us.
This whole day has been designed to have us running around Manchester
in a fucking shambles, looking for a needle in a very public haystack.
And why would Beckett...
Why would he want Manchester met in the stocks?
We were stretched.
Stretched to near breaking point.
Underfunded, understaffed,
and they're durkin'.
Waiting in the wings with a bang-tidy offer for a buyout.
Now, it might mean more beats on the street,
but far right, folks.
There's going to be more of this, and it's not if, it's when.
Ma'am, Martians in your office with some spook in a suit.
Dismissed.
Diner, just having a chat.
Spike.
It was Joy's wake.
And we were both so blind drunk, neither of...
I think Alice is having an affair.
Seriously?
You... You think?
Remember when Alice went on that Mindful this weekend?
I think it was then.
How do you know?
I don't, I just know her.
I mean, I've been ticking over on this for weeks,
and then from nowhere, she says she wants to adopt.
I mean, we talked about it ages ago, but nothing serious.
Yeah, I'd love another kid,
but I just don't trust what she's trying to fix.
Anyway, that's what you're picking up on.
What do you think?
Well, um...
Um...
I'm sort of outraged, actually.
On Alice's behalf.
Just cos you can't wait to see the back of you for the weekend,
you think she slept with someone.
Spike.
Diner, sorry to interrupt.
You never make tea.
Gally, what is it?
A man wants to see in her office.
They've closed the blinds.
They?
Marchant and some candy all with a bungee.
Sergeant.
This is Chief Inspector Pembroke.
Special branch. I'm only saying it for him,
cos I know how much he practices it in the mirror.
You care to explain yourself, Sergeant?
We pulled that in this morning.
I buried my best friend in the ground yesterday.
I know what I risked.
But you've got a UC literally in bed with Dennis Cuddy.
Let's do what you want to me.
But I want it on record that my approach towards Bonnie Sands
was entirely...
With my full sanctioning.
Well, we'll see about that.
What was it that Sands said to you when you approached her?
You're Bonnie's handler. You can ask her yourself.
Holy shit.
She gone wrong, aren't you?
It's complicated.
Yeah, better be. Talk.
Five months ago, we had chatter that Lionel Durkin
was grooming ex-soldiers to commit a series of attacks.
Tell me something I don't know.
Well, Durkin's untouchable,
but Dennis Cuddy's Durkin's bagman, hence Bonnie Sands.
That was her idea.
Who would think that the police would plant a black UC in a far-right group.
It worked.
She soon informed us of a sexual relationship with Cuddy,
which we authorised.
Well, why didn't she give us a heads-up on McCoy?
Or on Beckett?
Sands has broken all communication with our team
without explanation.
Oh, jeez. You really do think she's turned...
I was just taking the piss.
What are you waiting for? Pull her out.
A doctor, if you have to.
Not that simple, Inspector.
Extracting any officers risky.
And if we pull her out against her will,
we can't stop her from returning to Cuddy
and giving the whole bloody game away.
She's pregnant.
In a basket.
Folic acid.
This is true.
It's hardly evidence that Sands hasn't turned.
Let me approach you one more time.
I'll find out if she's turned for real.
You? Yeah.
It's my find.
The only thing we do know is
that she's sure as shit stopped trusting you, sir.
She is right.
You said yourself that Durkin is untouchable.
Since Beckett's a ghost,
the only link between them is still Dennis Cuddy,
so if you've got an agent in play, let's use her.
Oh, come on, Tom.
Pull your dick out of your Xbox and phone your boss.
You can tell him it was your idea, you will anyway.
I'm not racist.
I'm just a mum struggling to make ends meet.
It was this one's birthday party today.
And what if I had a feather poisoning me
cos I didn't know it was her owl?
We should have been told.
The mate should have told us.
I could have lost her.
Sorry.
It's not even her, kids.
Unbelievable.
Tell me about it.
She's got him ironing her power suits now
whilst cooking the dinner.
If you can't curtain twitch a boss.
She'll be doing the same to me as soon as she's got hers put up.
Oh, no.
No, no, oh, she's coming over.
Right, this house is going on the market first thing.
What are you telling? Damp.
Hello, neighbour.
Shouldn't this be the other way round?
Come in. Pembroke's just called.
A special branch have consented for you to approach Bonnie Sands
to see if she's fit enough to remain undercover with Caddy
with one caveat.
If anything happens to Sands, the blame lands at your feet.
And the glory we share around.
Am I right, Mum? What are you waiting for? Approach.
Out, wait.
You're driving.
Where are we going? Back checking.
He's expecting us.
But how is it just looking in on the religious choice
which means that everybody should be informed if they're eating it or not?
Not because they're a racist.
It might be an animal right.
Nobody had heard of her a week ago and now she could win.
So this is the first time in four years
I've been home to cook dinner for my wife.
What do you want, Inspector?
But you just spilled the beans on Lionel Durkin.
There's a rumour of him trying to buy out the Manchester map.
You think he's involved in this?
Just the beans, sir.
It's no rumour.
Durkin wants to buy out forensics and to put his people on the street.
Every time it's been voted for, it's been closed to council meetings.
Press and police have been asked to leave.
Trust me, the deal's attractive, it would save hundreds of cuts.
Durkin's given out backhanders but I blocked him every time.
Nobody can sell off the place in good conscience of that racist prick.
He's dangerous.
Permission to go get Durkin a poke, mum?
Granted, Inspector.
Done.
I wouldn't.
Not in your condition.
Dennis, wake up, we've got to go.
Your full name's Vanya Marie S
Hey, over here, we've got a stalker here.
It's your birthdays, 27th of May, 1989.
Jesus Christ, shut up, he could wake any second.
No, you won't.
How do you know?
See that barmaid?
She's Rufid.
Pembroke thinks you've turned.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm not. I'm not.
Idiot.
He's done so much cork, it'd take an elephant gun to knock him out.
Oh, screw this.
What are you doing?
I've been waiting for him to pass out all night.
You've just sped up my vanishing act.
Where are you going?
To London to tell Special Branch I'm done.
Cos you're pregnant.
Cos you and Pembroke are going to get me killed.
Flipping views a week.
Stop.
Is everything OK, sir?
Where's she going?
Her bedroom, I think.
Sorry, mate.
No, no, no, your girlfriend took your keys and went out with her mates.
Sir, come here a sec.
I shouldn't really be saying this, but I'm going to be saying this.
I shouldn't really be saying this, but they're messing with you.
There is no mate.
Wait, you can't walk now.
Those guys were staring at you and your girlfriend all night.
They hadn't got a room booking, there's no business event here.
And they keep raising the risk to the mounds like it's pulling perfume.
Right, yeah.
Aye, you following me?
I'm fucking sick of it, it's an ashman.
Fuck you!
I've just bought you 30 seconds.
I told you I'm fucking done.
I can't do this.
This is my only way out.
Albion followed me everywhere. I had to get him along, this is it.
Beckett poisoned that meat for real.
Caddy's the only way we can catch him.
You've got to trust me.
I don't owe you anything.
No.
No, you don't.
But you are, uh...
You may not have remembered Joy, but...
She remembered you.
I'm swimming for one hour.
You're awake.
Thought I was going to have to carry it about in a mortgage rack.
Where are you going?
I just left this...
Man is freezing.
Connor.
Do the thing.
Can I help you, madam?
You steer well clear of me or I'll flash this and yell botchilling.
Durkin, I've got a moment to pick with you.
Antoine, can you use a few maps, please?
Sure.
Well, you certainly live up to your reputation, Inspector.
Please.
Darren?
Yes, sir.
More water, please.
Where's Beckett?
Isn't that your job?
Don't fuck with me, Durkin.
You pull the hell out, I will stop to humiliate the police.
No, they're just... I'm calling my lawyer.
I'm calling my lawyer.
Come to house, Hasan, and force the council to accept your security contract.
Antoine, I'm being harassed by, er, Poggi Bodicere with a badge.
No, that's fine.
I'll keep you still.
Mm.
I'm not going to show you.
The only thing that beef is blessed with is good old English mustard.
My officer died.
It's not joking that you need to be scared about it.
You jelly piece of shit, it's me.
Now, one blink for yes and two blinks for no.
Do you know where Beckett is?
I said blink.
Help! Quick! He's talking, help!
You're right.
Help!
All you're doing is giving him brain damage and a hard-on.
Give over.
Right.
Come on, B.D., cough it up.
I am going to have your job, you mad bitch.
Whoever becomes mayor, come day one.
You are fired!
What for?
I just saved your life.
I love witnesses.
Think on.
You told Pembroke I was pregnant.
It was the only way to convince him that you hadn't fallen
with a caddie and lost your mind.
I'll be a good positive if there was a rat.
I had to tell Dennis I was pregnant to keep him close.
And caddie's the father?
A lot of chance.
Dennis's balls are clinically drier than a witch's tic.
He thinks it's a miracle.
So who is?
What's it to you?
It's not a problem, and it worked.
Fay, Albion, they still suspect me,
but Dennis thinks I'm his golden goose.
So, why bolt now?
Cos I am feeling sectionable,
pretending to be in love with Ineonatse,
and I've got this mental bint jumping out at me
like a jack-in-the-box.
I can't risk it anymore.
That's why I brought him here.
It's the only place I can be sure Albion aren't following me.
Why didn't you warn us about the attack on McCoy?
I didn't know what Dennis was planning
until literally the last second,
and I thought it would be us, and that's why I threw the squash at him
to get us on your radar.
Fay has got eyes on me like a hawk.
It wasn't enough.
I had no idea about Beckett.
Dennis had never even mentioned him until this.
Remember up some scrappy.
Meet your new handler.
Are you mad?
She nearly got me killed twice in a day, no way.
Sergeant Kowalski's my best.
I'd keep that quiet.
Caddy's the best chance of getting to Beckett.
You're the best chance we have of getting to Caddy.
This is a cry for help. It's a shit-one.
Cos we're not diving in after.
Dada, kick off your shoes.
Drop the surveillance.
If we drop the surveillance,
Caddy will just think we have another way in.
Gold star Sherlock.
Then he'll have to trust me more and then he'll have to act.
You want to handle me, that's the handshake.
She thinks she does everything.
Welcome to my world.
We've got a mole and I want its name.
You've got all your name, my daughter, you pointless bitch.
I'll split you in two.
I just need to know if it's black or white.
I've been asked to pack for a departure.
All phones to be left behind.
Categorically, I cannot wear a wire.
We haven't let Bonnie down the garden path here, have we?
Who called this and has a murder mass?
Shouting Beckett's name's not helpful.
Not catching him's not helpful.
We need to get Sam's clothes off you.
I know. Everybody else has.
Look, I don't like what you're asking me to do.
Your own campaign's been based on...
I will not back down.
No! No!
You need to leave now!
Who's better to do it?
She's on the warpath, so...
Spike? No.
Everyone stay back until we establish no booby traps.
If Beckett's been here, we need to know.
And that continues here same time next week.
But if you can't wait till then,
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Coming up, somebody at the door, but who will Jennifer meet?
She's the first block player to leave the circle.
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