Lionel Durkin was grooming ex-soldiers to commit a series of attacks.
Nobody had heard of her a week ago and now she could win.
It's Beckett. If you want to chase me, she will be dead.
They lied about not knowing Beckett.
They were stationed at Basra together.
Caddy's the only way we can catch him.
She's pregnant.
Meet your new handler.
Hey, Albion, they still suspect me, but Dennis thinks I'm his golden goose.
Drop the surveillance, then he'll have to trust me more and then he'll have to act.
Mum wants to know why we've removed surveillance off of Albion.
Well, strategically, Mum, because I asked the undercover officer to spark the room
where there was a mole in the Albion organisation.
Well, something needed shaking up.
We've got Beckett laughing in our public faces and all we can see is his ass.
Okay. Fair dues, go on.
Well, if we had a reliable mole, why would we need surveillance?
And in the absence of information we desperately need,
Dennis Caddy relying more on his girlfriend.
On the eve of an election, they remove cover on
their own lease aspects in the unsolved death.
No!
Seven, eight and nine.
No!
What the fuck are you doing?
Nobody's touching that stuff.
You need to leave now. The pen--
Pull the caps down.
Back in your boxes. Calm down. Calm, calm.
Calm right down, please.
My fault, fellas. I intended pre-warning him.
This task has been done at my request.
Joe's desk is coming in my office.
Yeah, but it's not a shrine.
We're here to work and it will be worked at and I'm taking no personal effects.
Any used on kids, pictures of cats, team property.
Your team.
Mum, we have just taken a report of a homicide at the Jewish cemetery.
Thank you very much.
Right, where's my wedges?
Come on.
Where'd you been?
I said the fellas.
Right, so we've got chicken liver,
bacon, duck fried wedges, 45.
What are you drinking?
There's enough outches on there for a beverage and all, so I will have a...
Coke.
12 pence short.
Can't be.
Never have I?
You can't pay for it now. You're gonna have to earn it on the card.
Fine, have the cash.
I will. Thanks.
So there's an old man and a little girl walking to a forest.
And she goes, "Oh, I'm scared."
He goes, "You're scared. I've got to walk home on my own."
Hey.
Smile.
Your ex-brand's covered.
Locking me passage, ladies.
Excuse me.
Friend of mine wants a word, Professor.
Make it fake, Adi. I don't think so.
For breath like that, you really should drink more water.
See, now you're giving me bonus balls for the
paternity claim I've said from your daughter.
How's that, my kid?
You go anywhere near my daughter, you pointless bitch. I'll split you in two.
You are?
No sexual reference intended.
Like you still could.
We caught her in a school rehearsal for Bugsy.
She was trying to be Tallulah. She was nearly great.
Someone on our side has been talking to yours.
We've got a mole and I want its name.
You won't get it from me.
I'm met with the science department.
We specifically don't get access to strategic
intelligence, technically, and we know less than fuck all.
We've spent our whole lives bringing the Albion into this century.
Oh, you reckon?
And no shitty little rat is gonna bring it down.
See, now I'm confused. Is it a rat or a mole I'm looking for?
I just need to know if it's black or white.
Here's a number.
Use it.
What's your business?
Hank!
You're cleaning her up, Santa.
I'm with the police.
Of course you are.
Do they want anybody in?
Who called this and has a murder mask?
The paper lad from Unwalking their dog.
One of my men's still interviewing her.
Yeah, well, tell them to leave that towards her, thanks.
I ain't calming her down.
So she's fit to speak to by the time you need to.
You need to pack that lot right down.
Shouting Beckett's name's not helpful.
Not catching him's not helpful, Inspector.
And maybe they're right.
Election base.
He's got Beckett all over it.
I was brought up on a farm.
This is a fox's work.
I was brought up in a textile factory.
Could have been a chainsaw.
We're not coroners.
Meanwhile, seven violated graves and you didn't respond to a single report.
Hey, Moss, mate.
We logged all that.
On those occasions, no one was hurt.
Yeah, right. Yeah.
But then...
OK, OK, but standing there shouting unsupportable trike.
Can I say tripe?
You're asking an agent.
This lot are making themselves target for any lunatic who fancies a pop.
Well, Moss, just shift him, please.
Before we have to.
When you put it like that.
Thank you.
All right, folks, can we move right back, please?
Right back.
We're declaring this all a crime scene, OK?
So let's go.
Let's move right back.
So if we can't catch him because it's your fault, it's gonna be your fault.
Let's go.
Ah, that wasn't just a bunch of birds.
They were with Fay Caddy and they had it planned and they must have waited out a
fuck of a long time because even I didn't know I was coming in until I did.
Now, this costs serious money.
It's more than Fay Caddy's asking.
Give us Lena's service provider.
We'll rank through the system.
They changed contracts.
She'll be under her mother's account.
Well, give us Shirley's.
I cannot remember her maiden name.
All I'm getting is black pool and that's not a recollection.
It's a judgment on her mum and dad.
OK, Miller, relax.
Shirley's safe in the car on the way to the station.
Shirley?
Yeah.
On her own?
What the necklace?
I'm fucking...
We're not talking about Shirley.
Nobody had a picture of fucking Shirley.
Did they?
Where's Lena?
The headmistress is driving her in personally.
Whoa.
What the fuck?
What, you don't say that first?
No, because it's just come through and me comms, you know?
Cheers.
Right, this is evidence.
Good. We'll need it.
Hopefully suspects have got the same description.
Fat and mouthy.
It's hard for Manchester.
You swabbing the lifts to avoid me, Viv?
No, I've just been to the cemetery.
Stairs count as fresh air.
I heard.
Could it have been Beckett?
Beckett always leaves his straggy mark.
I don't think this is big enough for him.
What, lectin day? Not big enough?
We've been after disrupting factions at our expense,
the one that you was just waiting to be asked.
Miller's family have just taken a threat to their lives.
For me.
Fay Caddy is the only name being flagged up as yet.
All the others TBC.
The point being that we've just proved a circuit.
Albion don't know who them all is.
Hence the threat to Miller.
How come that will be a result, Marilyn?
Oh, thanks.
I'm with your permission.
We've walked the resources to cover the election count tonight, yeah?
We'll send the budget for approval.
Choose your words carefully.
I did. You have.
It's spent.
If Beckett has been in Eagle Landers' home ahead of you,
then I would suggest additional protection
with additional funding that I would approve before expenditure.
I've made it my mission to stop you looking
like such a bad girl on paper all of the time.
Miller!
You okay, Kate?
What, are they nearly here?
Come here, come here.
They are.
And they're safe.
I am so sorry that your family ought to take a hit.
But this will have to be short-lived as downtime.
I need your Bailey Street mortuary.
Table Landers' 78 controversial deaths.
What the heck are you wearing?
It's from Sammy upstairs.
That's all I can find.
All right, done it before.
Don't look like a lovely taxpayer in front of Shirley.
Oh my God, darling.
Daddy!
Sorry, love, that's my fault.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Come on, lads, let's give him a minute.
Your mum doesn't want to talk to you.
Yeah, well, that didn't need saying, did it?
She asked me to repeat it,
so she knew you wouldn't go badging to the Chief Inspector's office.
What, she's there?
Somebody needs to give me some facts, now.
Okay, you were called Lena because neither me or your mum
could stand up straight when you were conceived.
That's one fact.
Look, bad people threatened me today.
Well, that's only half true.
Otherwise, why are we here?
They threatened me and mine.
But I swear to you, Lena,
I am going to put these fuckers in their place.
Nobody swans that you left.
There's one for you.
There's one for your mum.
The location's scrambled.
Now, you choose a last-minute holiday destination,
one where there's barely any signal
just until the election dies down.
Now, you and her, you have to be saying the exact same thing, you hear?
And these will not send pictures.
So the only risk of giving away your location is that.
Right, I'm in hers, not yours.
Look after yourself.
Yeah, I will.
I know it's rude to squeeze, but I want what your dad can do.
Go on.
I need to know what Amanda's death is.
Well, it'll have to be another Skype, man,
because I've a lot to answer for today.
Another Skype? How many causes of death have you done down the line?
Dennis is shifting money around.
It's coming into the house in used bumbles, not from a bank.
Must be donors.
What kind of money?
I'm counting nearly 40 grand.
That's usually about the price of a hit.
But Beckett finished the job on Caroline McCoy.
Well, he killed a cop.
Why's he not a bonus?
There's a suspected homicide at the Jewish cemetery this morning.
I'd have heard chatter if it was sponsored.
Hello?
My average looks pretty good shape, but really well-on.
Right, yeah.
Can't be laughed.
Go on.
I've been asked to pack for a departure.
To where?
It's usually Ireland, so that's all I had initially.
Point being, all phones have to be left behind.
Categorically, I cannot wear a wire.
Dennis is the only one Beckett would trust
to deliver those wages personally.
More than like, yes.
So we follow the money?
You do fuck. You follow me.
I'm heading into a wilderness with no means of communication.
You follow us.
You made yourself my handler, diner.
I need handling.
Everyone stay back until we establish no booby traps.
If Beckett's been here, we need to know.
Dogme is back.
Who are you?
What the hell are you doing in there?
What's your name?
Sharani, Kimball, Shaza.
I was having a last chance. I'm going to be a little bit of a bitch. I'm going to be a bitch. I'm going to be a bitch. I was having a last chance at remembering him.
And they said, I thought he'd have let the flat go after Clemmy Dad.
But no, the paintwork looks new.
Good man.
God bless.
I asked for a nap half an hour ago.
Now it's over to you.
Mum, this lady needs the bathroom sharpish.
Let them all through.
Okay, clear space with this lady, folks.
I'll cover your feet.
That's it.
Thank you.
That's it.
He's got a special's badge.
What's the face for now?
The deal, Inspector, where we tell you absolutely everything
when we're heading into something is meant to be reciprocal.
You've crossed the line today.
You failed to disclose something you must have known.
Abel Lander has five charges of tampering against his name.
There is no room for measure here, Moss.
I'm not having you just telling us what you think we need to know
in order to protect your own.
Five complaints all by the same complainant
because she's off her tits.
Diana Bagel.
No, no, she's Diana Bagel.
And for your information, Inspector,
the charges were totally overblown.
He's had a stack to deal with, old Mr. Lander.
Never go over his wife.
Never lived on his own in his life.
Kept it spotless in case she was watching.
He was counting the days he'd be with her,
but he was strong as an ox.
He was going nowhere soon that I could see,
not physically anyway.
From the telly,
you've never had Skye.
In the toilet, respect your friends,
wipe your arse.
On the back of the door.
Got your kex on, Abel.
He occasionally forgot his trousers.
Like he forgot many other things.
Only one lunatic persecuted him.
I only ever saw the shirt.
Well, he never had his mate out to my knowledge.
Sorry, ma'am.
I was in the manager's office.
He just got past us.
How are you getting disability if you can shift like a rat?
Doesn't press call to mind in there.
I never did ask for it back after she died.
You know it's mine.
It's got my name in it.
Just from the chatter, we're convinced
I'll be in a nothing to do with London.
Doesn't mean Becky didn't.
Chatter where?
Can we clear the room?
For a guest, please.
Oh, Jesus.
If it's a mum again,
we haven't time for a fucking broken biscuit jigsaw.
Jeez.
What, Mum?
Now, most of you know Moss.
He's here to help.
With respect, ma'am,
we're limited to what we can say in front of civilians.
Come on, Spike.
Moss has got specials, Baj.
And 45% of all showroom callouts
have had non-Jewish populations.
You're welcome.
Do you want to take off your moss?
You've been at it since dawn.
OK.
So, primary larvae in the neck wound
tell us that Abel landed out between 7 and 10pm last night,
corroborating witness accounts.
Enzymes that the wound tell us a fox got to him
a couple of hours post-mortem,
although evidence of a nosebleed
could have been a credible incentive
to a half-starved winter fox.
However, that is not what killed an old survivor, no.
Abel Lander died of a heart attack
induced by a substantial overdose of antipsychotics
not prescribed for him,
and we all pray for his sake
that the latter kicked him before the former.
Now, from my money,
this is way too pristine to be a Becky.
Moss.
Yeah, Abel was being stalked by Diana Bagel.
Nicknamed an orbital reserve pal,
Kim Bagel.
That's her name, Diana Bagel.
Look, I'm not a qualified practitioner, I know,
but this woman is categorically off her effing head.
And she's on antipsychotics.
Yeah, correct.
You're not a qualified practitioner.
But the doctors who sectioned her
at least three times to my knowledge presumably were.
I can get you their names if your system's too slow.
We've offered, but she's refusing to secure us.
I don't want any firearms anywhere near me.
You all have a choice tonight.
No visible weapons.
That is the whole point, Caroline.
I think I said you'd heard nothing from Becky.
And that's the whole point.
No, I don't like what you're asking me to do.
Bulletproof kit for your own protection.
Looking anything other than me.
Caroline.
Viv, I've got this far using nothing but my own voice.
If I have to sit through my own election count,
dressed like R2-D2,
how is that expressing defiance or even confidence?
With respect, Miss McCoy, you're not the only one with a family.
We all deserve protecting.
Yeah, I know.
I know.
And I'm standing for election.
Standing.
And if all I'm doing is showing fear,
then I might as well just spend the rest of the day in bed.
For fuck's sake.
Stuart, just tell them we need five minutes, yeah?
Fucking hell.
You were just a spit of your mum at school.
I know you're doing this for her.
I am.
Faith, I'm trying to.
And I understand what you're saying.
Your old campaign's been based on, "I will not back down."
Well, we need you alive to keep saying it.
Mum, Lionel Durkin's in the building.
Why?
That is the last thing we need.
He knew they'd be cameras.
Hang on.
He'll be teaming with security.
He always is.
Let's start milking it.
Let's get you out of here and home safely.
For a lot less than I can afford.
Chup, chup.
It's Stuart, isn't it?
Can I just say I really value what you do, all of you.
You'll walk here, Caroline.
Can I keep this one?
Miss McCoy, I'm making no secret of who I'm voting for.
It'll pointedly be anybody but her.
Ha ha.
There he goes again, you see.
Put all of your allergies to minorities, mate.
You just voted for one. You are, and you're not shallowing me.
You know I'm doing me not longer.
I do.
But what's doing my noise?
We're going away and I don't know how long for.
So I want to take him by somebody I know
and not somebody from wherever it is we're at.
Yeah, I'm not here.
I'm still here for it.
I'm still here for this.
Hiya.
We need to fit for Diana Bagel.
Is that your mum?
Can I ask what this is about?
You can't, I'm afraid.
I have better numbers depressing when you're not very good with numbers.
Can we get him taken down?
Come in.
Diana Bagel.
I'm PCC Egan Thompson and this is John and Mitchell.
She's taking my moment.
Hand shot batteries.
I just want to take a look at that battery.
Mrs. Bagel, we need to talk to you about Abel Lander.
Well, you've had that.
You're too late.
Can you tell me exactly what you mean by that?
I've referred that tricky old nonce to the home office.
I had to.
Now, you're welcome to that cup of tea but the conversation's pointless
because they'll be putting together a top team to take this way over your heads.
Sit down.
Um, Abel Lander was found dead this morning, Mrs. Bagel.
Next to his wife's grave.
Oh my good lord.
Apollon, ma'am.
You tried having him convicted five times.
So? I only wanted him to rot.
I'm sorry to ask you this but can I use your battery?
Again?
Can't help it.
Leave her alone.
All right, ma'am.
Let's have a look at this.
CCTV from Abel Lander's Sheltered Housing.
Right, his arrival's departure's going back weeks.
Watch this pattern.
Oh, hello.
None of these are music students.
They're every Friday without fail, same today.
Except he never showed.
Well, he can't.
He was dead.
We only released the name an hour ago.
We'll need to talk to him.
Yep.
Ma'am.
Bang on samples for intimidation of an officer.
Fake caddy and a bloke with ovaries called Rosemary
Beck with hands like shovels they need bringing in.
Hold your horses, Miller. Your family is safe. Now, with your respect and patience, I am--
God, I didn't fork all.
What?
Seriously?
My families had to be shipped over at Moors.
You weren't rushing to show your face when they were around the corner.
How's that, my fault?
It was bad.
Was it not your fault, you twisted gusset?
Now, fake caddy is ours.
Please just cut me some slack until this election is over.
If we want to catch these people properly,
we need to see how they're thinking first.
Ma'am, we just met Diana Beagle.
What do we reckon?
I was having flashbacks to Misery.
I was having a bit of a break. I was having flashbacks to Misery.
That's difficult to use a bathroom.
And I shot all the meds I could find in a two-minute sweep.
Ablilmore's quetiapine.
Quetiapine killed Landa.
I need to warrant for the arrest of Diana Beagle.
Ma'am, we've just seen him, is it?
Yeah, that's Diana Beagle's son.
Keeping it in the family.
Fetch them both in.
Sam, can you tell us why you never turned up?
Mum!
Ma'am, this is awful.
What's he doing here?
You can't be in here, Missy Beagle.
My canopy is.
It was my son!
Mr. Feisty, and is Sam's nominated responsible adult?
But we know him.
We only know if you're doing fuck all to help us.
Inappropriate language.
Beg your pardon.
Less than fuck all!
Why would you pick him, Sam?
You can't fucking tell me!
Stop! Stop!
Stop!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Actually, we will step outside.
If either of them so much as speaks, you bring one of...
No.
You have him out.
Right?
You all right?
So you're talking.
Shut your face, I'm not giving you the whole idea.
Ma'am, she's not fit to interview.
Well, she'd get Dad's vaping to do a psychosessment.
That's three hours I haven't got.
I need to know that this isn't Beckett.
Fuck it.
Drop the charges on her and reinstate her as his guardian.
Can you tell us about your relationship with Evelanda, Sam?
No.
I need one to put that into words.
Five reports I filed.
What did they hear about from you, Law?
He's fingering kids willy-nilly.
He's a music teacher.
He taught me music.
He's bluffing it because he got tampered with.
He's been trained through fear to keep it set where you've been.
You're going to have to trick him into saying stuff.
Absolutely not, never.
Lie.
Were you ever assaulted by Evelanda?
Never.
Lie.
Mrs. Bagel, this isn't working for us.
No, it won't because you're asking all the wrong questions.
It's like I've heard nothing about lubricants,
and that's like step one for detectives I know.
Which force?
Netflix.
I once made the mistake of telling her that
Mr. Lander opened the door with no kicks on.
She went ape, got fixated on--
I did not get fixated.
I reacted like a mother should.
She got fixated enough to stop me from going and hounded able.
Both of us.
She kept ringing the cops over and over
and over again, repeating the first offense.
Repeated the first offense?
Yes, because I did.
Fuck all back.
Language.
Well, they hadn't.
Did you have a transport medication that was
prescribed to your mother to Evelanda's house?
Never.
Did Evelanda ever have access to you, Anne?
No.
Yes.
That's a lie.
Mrs. Bagel, either shut up or leave.
Well, I'm not shutting up.
He came round when Mum went to Brittany.
Say, huh?
What happened at your house, Sam?
If you don't want to use the filthy words, Sam, you're saving for the Georgia.
We were trashing a keyboard.
I bought on eBay to make it look like it cost less than 90.
So she wouldn't find out I'd spent 220.
That was it.
He looked.
We had one of our best days.
He crapped on the sofa and I blamed the cat.
My cat?
Interview terminated at 1550.
It'll be released without charge.
Well, well, well, fella, you can't be in here unsupervised.
I was asked to leave the interview.
Yeah, back to the main building.
You're not allowed to lull around here gathering selective intelligence.
I beg your pardon?
Well, you're changing your mind about protecting one of your arm.
Well, don't.
You go down with it.
Okay.
I think the kid did it.
Him?
If Lander committed suicide, he couldn't be buried with his wife.
Yeah, but how does that work?
Who's kid in who if Lander's complicit if he knows he's coming?
He'd have to specifically not know.
And we reckon he'd have it in him.
He's the only person I know decent enough.
Mum, if they're leaving, we need to get Sam's clothes off him.
I know.
Everybody else has.
Was he on permission? No.
These are your handwriting?
Yes.
Sorry you spent a lot more time around there than just the lessons.
Tons more.
You took care of him.
Say, "No, no, no, mate. Not cool. We don't want anyone else in here, eh?
Look at me and you say nothing."
And folk?
How's your memory?
Right, well, you remember every single word that God said in there,
and you see nothing else repeat only that one word more.
Might have fucked off and all.
Just bringing out the father in me.
Right, you can stick that lot back on. I'm not interested.
Given time to get dressed and take him back upstairs, please.
Can you spot that for me, please?
Well, I've said I'll talk to him, so...
Yeah, put him through.
So sorry.
Spike, now.
Sarge, interview 7-8, 16-0-6.
Excuse me.
Miller.
Yeah, listen, I'm hearing there was a power outage at the labs this morning.
So?
I just paid £8.50 for a pair of tights.
No. I mean, any of that stuff needed
spectrometry, you might want to put it through again.
Because?
Oh, admissible evidence.
So inadmissible is your shout.
Send everything back.
And tell them I'm not paying for it.
Too right, ma'am.
Not only has it not been anything to take the rubbish out,
but he's found it in his heart to do it again.
Oh, Natalie, that was a return to samples and stuff that went through earlier.
One of the inspectors is requesting reruns. His bets are dearing. Yeah, dearing, and she's on the warpath, so... Are you about to stick me back in your pocket?
Only because I have almost as...
Well, there's no-one else in here.
I've just heard Dinah and Spike are on the move.
Or not, they're only not.
I've sent a bunch of brick-shit houses down to the teeth.
I've put in a request for aerial
surveillance, but it's not looking good at short notice.
We've got a tracker on the vehicle, Mum.
Without a warrant.
What?
Without a warrant, what have we said?
For your information, the tracker was fitted at the request of the owner.
Oh, one of the owners?
That's only just occurred to you now.
Big deal.
We can't yet prove where the one is headed.
Oh, we're pretty certain it's going to end up with Beckett.
It was an act of expediency.
But we file for the warrant.
Fine.
I didn't even want to go.
And I'm going to have to now.
Right, Dinah left.
No, wait.
It's pulled into the Rosehill Garden Centre.
How rock and roll's the garden centre for a drop-off?
No, this is Dennis. No, this is Dennis.
He's making sure he's not being followed.
Pull over where you can.
AIU, turn off and sit back a few streets and await a go.
We're convinced it's not suspicious.
Just a cautionary stunt.
Copy that.
I'm not liking this.
We need eyes on it.
Listen, I'm sorry for flaring.
Do your family know that you care this much?
No, they won't fucking listen, ma'am.
Come in.
I'm so sorry, ma'am.
But we've had three strikes on the evidence from Abel Lander's flat.
No, I barter rank when it's not just us, Natalie.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
No disrespect to Abel Lander, but this is like a fucking birthday.
There's a partial print that couldn't fully put fake Addy at the scene.
Except her DNA's under one of Lander's fingernails.
Only a micro sample, but it's a 98% match for 2015 arrest.
Gavin, who's the duty magistrate on?
Well, if he knows it's me, he'll take it in the bath.
We need a warrant drafting for fair Caddy.
Now.
I can serve you a lot of trouble finding her,
because I know exactly where she'll be, but I say tea time.
Take a team.
We'll make sure we're watching the watches here.
You got me a name?
It's my career, if anyone finds out.
It's your family, if you don't.
By the way, you can move them as much as you want,
but it's never taken us more than 10 days to find anybody.
If only he had that many days left, Fay.
No.
What are you...
Look off! What are you doing?
Hey, look, I don't even know you.
I don't even know him. Look, I'm on my own here.
I didn't believe it either, but he is.
He's with the police.
Now, first time your name cropped up, threatening behaviour,
she showed you "parasite" as a three-year-old blind girl
in public.
She wasn't blind.
That was the point. Her parents were milking it.
"Parasite" from you.
She could say it better than me.
And the definition of that word is what got me acquitted.
She was a three-year-old girl.
Of course, she's a parasite.
Look, I'm going to start screaming in a minute.
Now, I think you need to calm down and listen,
because this is the only chance you're going to get to find out
what Dennis is going to make of all this.
Or what?
You're about to be charged with the hate crime murder of Abel Lander.
Who?
And I'll leave it to a jury to work out how you tried framing Diana Beagle
using medication specific to someone with an enduring grudge.
I categorically don't know anyone calls fucking Beagle.
You won't get this to stick past the first lawyer.
It's actually going to stick like shit to a blanket for you,
because you left DNA traces at both addresses.
The one you burgled to nick the men's and blame a schizophrenic with a vendetta.
Fuck off!
I won't touch a schizophrenic with a badge pole.
And Lander's flat away you spiked his drink.
All right.
Is this what your science department does?
It plants evidence.
No, Frank.
We tell stories with solid objects.
Oh, no one's going to swallow that shit.
And I'll have alibis.
Well, Dennis hasn't got a vouch for you.
This is the receipt you signed for police money.
That's your signature.
That signature was for 50 quid off the BBC,
which you've got by deception and point of law.
I never got that money.
Well, the tough shit for you, Faye,
is that you were the only one who actually signed their own name.
And when Dennis sees six backdated payments for non-specific services,
same dabs on each one, well, face it,
you can look more like a mole and also face it.
This is you talking to the most dead cop in our world on the day she died.
Now, it'll be suggested that she was handling you,
but of course this stuff will never know what with joy taking secrets to our grave.
Now, I think you're safe for a cop in for lander
than Dennis waiting for you to get out and pay his dues for loyalty.
Now, I never got the chance to say don't fuck with me, Faye, so...
This is sort of me saying it twice.
I don't know why you're threatening me with that.
You're the only one that sounds remandable on there.
No, I'm going to store it for me daughters.
So she can hear it after I'm dead.
Inspire her to make sure that you're kept where you're put.
See, if nothing else, she's got my gob.
He fixed it because he knew the camera system
on the Cougar Staff vehicles wasn't an accident.
Bolly, that wasn't quick. You're all right. No.
What?
There's a proper shell stop in two minutes that no one can see.
I got a little Jeff and spent 10 minutes wiping piss off the seat.
Gavin, we're going to need some navigational help. Get the big map out.
Yeah, we picked up some location markers.
We're looking for a little Jeff shack.
Neither should we shell stop.
Within a couple of miles of a shell stop.
What are we looking for?
Your own speaker, Miller's here. Is that OK?
Yeah, or I'll fuck off if you want.
Actually, Gavin, put Miller on the map.
A nutrition number for May 07700 900463.
We need to know where it's heading.
We're assuming westbound.
He certainly looks like it's going to swing your way.
Actually, he looks haunted.
And he made his shit decision.
He kept his kids off school where no one else was allowed to.
It's a hard judge. You twat a fella for shelter in his family.
I don't care. He knows it. Even if he wins, he's fucked.
Whoa, you're my bitch.
Sorry, Mum.
What were you told?
Stewart escorts you from the vehicle only when the other team arrive for shelter.
Sorry.
Snerves.
OK, yeah, so the only little Jeff they could have hit.
Let's hear a shell stop.
It's spring out cross.
Yeah, that's not too far from here. Let's go.
We've got them located.
Currently in a village called Brompton Mead.
Hey, are you doing this?
Yes, we are.
I don't think she's far back.
Actually, the opposite.
Since we've got a good idea of where we're heading, I want you to split up,
diner. I want you to stay on the A537.
Will do.
ARU units. I want you to approach from the eastbound.
To avoid exposure.
Understood, Mum.
Can you just explain something?
If I could, I would.
But I can't make milk.
I meant why we have to lose a Jag and end up in an old corolla and we're defeating.
Gavin.
Right, we're looking for a corolla.
Well done, Mrs. Fuck. She knows the stuff.
I repeat, a corolla heading westbound towards Liverpool.
That really not us a downspake.
She's not as scared as I am, is she, Mum?
She's not, Stewart. Air can be a bit too much. She's not, Stewart.
Air can have all metal objects in the trees, please,
and then step forward for scanning for both.
Hi.
Hi, Mum.
Hi.
Hi, Mum, please.
Hello, thank you.
Take the back of these.
Adam Mearn.
If you'd lost tonight, were you going to break in with these or what?
That is just running. One home and one business.
Hello.
Caroline.
Jonah, on the night of the hustling,
has been counted as searched.
Was Caroline?
No, they were off abstract.
Why?
Mum, I'm not getting this.
This is too much meandering for just heading for Hollyhead on an A-road.
Mum.
Well, I'm agreeing with you, Spike.
Spring across.
I've seen spring across on paperwork recently.
Mum, it's Dogen's house.
Seriously, Mum?
They're going to take him with them, aren't they?
We thought he'd found it, then.
Jesus, what's that going for?
Go. Dennis, where are we going?
There's actually a kill back here.
What?
I've decided not to.
What the fuck does that mean?
We haven't led Bonnie down the garden path here, have we?
I mean, like, literally.
Don't scratch that.
No, don't.
He's not going to pop a woman who's carrying his kid, is he?
He would if he thinks it's not his.
Well, is it?
No.
Apparently not.
Dynette, you're going to have to drop your speed for me, darling.
They've just turned into Dirk's house.
Dirk has been hit.
One in the chest, one in the balls.
His boyfriend identified Beckett.
He got off before we arrived.
Beckett is still alive.
People of Manchester, we salute you.
I swear to Jesus, he meant to miss.
He meant to miss.
Madam Mayor.
So our girl is dead, so that bit could become a politician.
Things are going to change now that I'm mayor.
Dinah's going to go mental.
I'll be seeing you both in about a month.
All we have got is Dennis Caddy.
You can't just release him.
No, I'm only working for us.
Just have a word, man.
What are you doing?
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