Are you going?
To London to tell Special Branch I'm done?
Because you're pregnant.
Macaddy's the father.
A lot of chance.
Dennis's balls are clinically drier than a witch's tit.
He thinks it's a miracle.
Well, I don't owe you anything.
You may not have remembered Joy, but do you remember Duke?
I hope you don't know who the mole is.
Hence the threat to Miller.
You made yourself my handler, diner.
I need handling.
Ed! What are you doing?
You're about to be charged with the hate crime murder of Abel Lander.
She's not as scared as I am, is she, Mum?
She's not. She's not.
On the night of the ustings, we encountered it, sir.
Was Caroline? No, they were all fast-trapped.
I hereby announce that Caroline McCoy is duly
elected the mayor of the city of Manchester.
Jesus, what's that going for?
Dokens been hit.
Beckett is still alive.
He meant to miss.
Seems quite enough.
Frank Karl.
Karl was screaming about drug dealing and
violence, but it was all a bit hysterical.
Lauren gasps me for a coffee.
Oh, thank God.
I gave real time to this is my parents' house.
Nice place.
Yeah, well, look at it.
Private party, so nothing to do with us, really.
Carrie Blackburn just gave Matthew Price a blow job on the hot tub.
She's 15 and there's gonna bug her the filters.
Like I said, not our problem.
You gotta do something about this.
Okay, well, look.
It's a drug dealer here right now with actual drugs next door.
You guys have to do something about that.
Come on.
Come on, hurry up, hurry up.
Right, that one there, yes, she's the dealer.
Is that trucks?
Oh, shit.
Jesus.
Diana's gonna go mental.
Where is Dennis?
Inside of a spike.
You'll come and see me after you.
Dennis' ransomed little heart be breaking without you.
You'll pop in, make sure it don't get suspicious.
Right, there's 30 seconds out here. That'll do it.
Not the 50 bloody armed policemen who turned about nowhere in the woods.
You'll think that's totally legit warning.
Morning, babe.
Well, I'm off fishing fascist brains out of a Persian rug,
killed by one of his own doing the job for us, pop.
Who's got you by the flaps there, now?
I'll be here.
What? Is this a bollock in our hand job? I didn't bring wet wipes.
Shane, I forgot the baby. I'll get in.
Suspect was in possession of a firearm
and a bag containing 40,000 pound cash.
What's with Gobby now, are you?
His brief's on her way.
She'll have him charged by lunchtime.
Just remind me, what is it for possession of a firearm nowadays?
Seven years.
Seven? Ten.
Ten years.
This is for joy, you piece of shit.
Caroline McCoy! Caroline bloody McCoy!
What, and this is nailed on?
So our girl is dead so that bin could become a politician?
And I have nothing to prove it.
Go through Durkin's things.
Anything and everything in the house.
I need something that's going to link Caroline and Durkin.
No sooner said, I'm right on it.
Jesus Christ!
I should have said you could have used that bin.
Thanks for you, told him.
Dinah? You're on this one, I don't need to say.
What's this? My sense of weight watches.
We'll get her. I promise you.
One. Dinah.
Caroline McCoy faked her own assassination attempt
so she could swing the vote and win the election.
She even smuggled the gun into the town hall for Beckett.
I know. I'm feeling it.
I see that bitch.
You won't have to wait too long.
I just had her call from the town hall.
Caroline McCoy's on her way over. Photo op.
A chance to thank her supporters in the station.
When? About an hour.
Now, what are we going to do about Dennis?
Well, we got him with the gun.
It's ten years easy. Let's just charge him and tell Bonnie it's over.
I don't want him charged. I want him back out there.
Viv, there's no way Bonnie's cover can hold him up.
I'm not Bonnie. She's finished all right.
No, you were spitting nails the last time you had to release Dennis.
Well, that was before I let Caroline blood in McCoy get her hands
on a billion pound budget and the keys to our city.
How the hell could we not have known that she was running around with Albion?
What else have we missed?
And don't get me started on Joseph Beckett,
because he's still out there knocking off whoever the hell he fancies.
All we have got is Dennis Caddy.
Well, you can't just release him.
No. No, I want him working.
I want him working for us.
He's had one chance of kneeling above.
I'm going to mess with his head,
and I'm going to get him to see that we are his only hope.
And once we've got him, we can take down Caroline too.
I'm sure there's meant to be sweeping violins underneath that grand speech,
but there's no way that you're going to turn Dennis, not in 24 hours.
Sorry to interrupt, ma'am,
but Dennis's lawyer's just turned up in reception.
It's Antonia Kerns.
Who pays for the lawyer? Him or Albion?
Albion. Keep her in reception. Don't let her talk to Dennis.
OK, but it's his legal right. How do I stop her?
Well, I'll help. Come on.
Viv, what are you planning?
I've got my bloke on his cover.
You blow her cover, you're risking her life.
Not far, do it right. You're exposing her to entrapment, malfeasement,
maybe even sexual assault. Go and get her. I need her up here.
She'll spend the rest of her life waiting for Albion to find her.
I'm killing her.
Diana, you're a sergeant now.
My sergeant. We're going to do this.
Yeah.
Funny story, actually.
Do you remember that old lady that you represented?
Oh, Philippa... Philippa, what's her name?
Jonah.
She used to take her clothes off in custody.
She crapped in the corner. Used to growl.
Like a little terrier.
What are you doing?
Just that, um...
ma'am needs to see you before you go through.
So just say so and shut up.
Where's my lawyer?
Dennis, love, I'm going to tell you the truth,
and no-one else will, and I would like you to remember that.
I want my lawyer.
All a lawyer's going to do is talk and say,
"Dear me, Dennis, you have made a real mess of it this time."
Cos the only thing that she's going to be worrying about
is how all this affects Albion.
You're just a grunt to her.
Well, let's see.
We arrested your sister Faye yesterday.
What for?
Murder.
She's on her way up to Durham right now.
Gone right off of food.
Just shows what the prospect of life inside can do to you.
Murder.
That shit.
Point is...
she's gone.
And Albion are about to abandon you.
Now, I know that you think that you're the big cheese,
but not anymore.
You're on your own.
Really?
How come we found you last night?
No, no, no, no, she can't, she can't.
Lucky guess, was it?
I know you've been wondering about that.
Who's the mole, Dennis?
What if she can't hold him?
Tell him what the fuck happens to me then. Just wait.
You already know.
Alex.
Your girlfriend, Bonnie Sands, works for me.
No. No, I fucking wait.
You know that already? Why else would she be with you?
I want my lawyer.
I'm not saying another word.
Oh my God, you do not want her.
You know what that rapper Albion do to you when she tells them what you've done?
You pass down all this info to the police.
They're gonna take a razor blade to your balls.
Bonnie.
No way. Go fuck yourself.
Call her.
If she's not a cop, she'll be downstairs in
the cells and her phone will be in palpit.
That's right, isn't it?
So call her.
See what happens?
Go on.
Call her.
This is such bullshit.
Bonnie, you have to answer it. And you're free.
Jesus, you really had me. You got some balls, lady. If I hadn't called, you'd be in my Adora high. Jesus.
Fuck!
Sorry, Mr. Call. What was it you wanted?
You sure you're not enough to talk to yet?
Where's your mum?
Dunno. She's not come home. She lives in that cop shop.
Today is my bloody head.
Nice. Fifteen and hung over. Future of our country right here.
It's like you weren't off your tits at my age.
Well, I wasn't dealing drugs.
Neither was I.
Well, I've got a very angry young man who says
otherwise once you've done for dealing tests.
Well, I wasn't. Right, I swear I wasn't.
Shit.
Stu, am I in trouble?
I don't know. Tell me about it.
Tess! Tell me about it.
All right. I had some bills on me.
Bills?
Yeah, like a handful, that's all.
I was sharing them up with my mates and then
Gabriel swans over all full of himself and goes,
"Oh, he'd give me one. It's party tax."
He took a pill himself?
No, because they told me he'd have to pay like everyone else. Oh, Jesus. It was a joke. And he knew it was a joke.
That's not dealing. Dealing, is it?
I mean, he only came over to me because he fancies me.
He knows you.
Of course he does.
How many pills you still got?
Some.
I'm not sure. I'm not sure.
These are going down the loop.
I'll talk to the kid and make this go away.
And Dinah is not going to know a thing about it, right?
It's the least we can do after joy and everything.
Thanks, Stu.
Listen, I know you're a kid.
And, yeah, I did shit too, but you're also a cop's daughter.
Antonio Cares, Detective Chief Inspector Marcher.
Good. I was hoping to speak to someone senior.
Because the procedural violations in the station today,
perpetrated by this numbskull, are inexcusable.
To be honest, I'm surprised you're here.
With the sad demise of Mr. Lionel Durkin,
I'd assumed you'd pass on Mr. Caddy.
I'm sorry, what?
Haven't you heard?
Lionel Durkin was shot in his home last night.
Sorry, should I mention that?
Durkin pays Albion's fee, so unless you're here for some pro bono work
or you're particularly fond of the far right...
Mark, I'm at the station.
What's this about Durkin?
All right.
Well, I don't know what was going on here, but as of now, I don't care.
The nasty little shit's all yours.
Jonah, it was an emerald.
Inspector, you've made my day.
Tell Dennis he's lost his brief,
offering some box standard duties to his termate.
The prospect is appealing a stick in his tongue in a blender.
There she is.
Madam Mayor.
Oh, it's weirder.
Little scrapper from Sindley, like me.
You were these shiny people.
That's Meghan Daniel. They're doing the comms,
basically telling me when I'm not smiling enough,
but it was my idea to come here.
I mean, I only won because of you.
Don't blame me for that.
But you're all very welcome.
Now, what can we do for you today?
Ten minutes with the troops, tell them how much they matter.
A few photos. No problem.
And then maybe you and me.
A few minutes, no cameras. Just us.
Lovely.
I can fill you in on the Lionel Durkin murder.
Well, don't you worry.
We're making exceptional progress on that.
His lawyer's gone.
Didn't even speak to Dennis.
You couldn't see her for dust
when she realised her line of credit died with Durkin.
So that's you done here, missus.
You never have to see him again.
We'll need to do a hot debrief,
psychological assessments, risk report.
As you'll know, it's protocol.
All right, all right.
Enough photos of the Apical Ball.
You are bloody privileged to have this woman here today.
On her first day in office.
No, no, I am privileged.
You lot, the police, you're taken for granted.
I just want you to know that I appreciate you.
And, well, things are going to change now that I'm there.
Not having one hand stuck behind your back
because of idiotic regulations.
I am cutting the red tape
and making you lot the cops that you want to be.
CHEERING
CHUCKLES
Hello?
Oh, hello.
You not going to tidy up?
No, Fatima's in tomorrow. She'll get it in no time.
Fuck off. Get out.
So, what... Did you sort out that dealer?
Oh, you mean Tessa Kowalska?
I don't know. Is that her name?
Cut the shit, kid. You know exactly who she is.
I've been running around town
because you've got a crush on that girl,
and this is your revenge for her turning you down.
Am I right?
Sort of. Sorry.
Right. Well, we're done.
Good luck to you, cleaner. Poor cow.
I know Tessa quite well, actually, like how her mum's a cop.
And you're wrong about her dealing.
I've got a video of it on my phone.
If you look real closely,
you can see her hand over a bunch of pills right... there.
I don't know.
Looks a lot like drug dealing to me.
Do you want me to send you the clip?
What am I saying? Of course you do.
You're a police officer.
Unless you're trying to cover up a crime
because the dealer's mum is a cop.
You wouldn't do that, would you?
I mean, that's some serious shit, isn't it?
So, Stuart, do you mind if I call you Stuart?
How are you going to get yourself out of this mess, then?
We arrested Danny's caddy at the scene.
Hopefully we've got enough to charge him.
Yeah?
What's he said?
It's all no comment, I'm afraid.
And Beckett?
He was gone before we could secure the scene.
So he's still out there?
Would you think he's going to come after me again?
I can arrange a new security detail if you're worried, love.
Are you worried?
I don't know. I'm just so tired, you know, of this campaign.
Well, it makes you paranoid about who you can trust.
I saw you last night at the town hall.
You didn't seem very happy, I'd won.
I'm thrilled for your love.
I should have said at the time, but the dorky murder case blew up on me.
Come on now, bugger off.
Go and pester a fireman for a photo opportunity.
And if he wants to throw you over his shoulder,
make sure that you're wearing clean cakes.
I think I'm going to spend half the year in a hives jacket, aren't I?
Hiya. So, er, I'll see you then.
Good luck. You're always welcome here.
It's good to know.
This meeting isn't recorded. No lawyer has agreed, no tape. Just us.
But no body.
That's right. Why didn't you kill Beckett?
Where is she?
She's gone.
I want to see her. No, I'm not. She's gone.
I want to see her.
No, now you tell me about Caroline McCoy.
No, I don't know her.
Oh, you know how this works. You help us, and we talk to the CPS.
You used a woman to entrap me, to rape me.
Oh, for God's sake.
Sex without consent.
I would have never have fucking touched her if I'd have known.
Did you go to Caroline McCoy with a plan for the fake assassination,
or was it her idea?
Ask Bonnie.
So who organised it?
I'm not doing this.
I'm not sitting here when that woman's out there with my baby.
You know, thinking about all this, what you've done.
Maybe I should have a lawyer after all.
It's not your baby.
You're a jaffa.
She just played on your emotions using some other fella's kid.
No, I don't believe that.
Jesus, what?
Prove it.
Until you can do that, go fuck yourselves.
I felt abused.
Ashamed, often exploited, angry with myself, with the people who controlled me.
Well, are we recording this for a documentary?
What?
What are you talking about?
Bonnie, wherever you've been for way too long, for God's sake,
don't come home standing like a claims form.
Are you asking for my serious medical
help, or are we just going to swipe your card?
I need help.
Oh, sorry, Peeve, can you...
We're in the middle of a psych examination, you.
What is it?
We need you to do a blood test to prove the baby's not his.
Miller can get the results back in a few hours if we expedite.
Just to shut the fantasies down.
It'd really help.
Well, A, how does this help you or my age?
Do you mind keeping out with this?
I've been contracted by your department to keep in it.
B, this isn't her meeting, so either one of us or both of us
need to tell her to fuck right off,
or she's going to be reported to both departments for professional harassment.
But she's going to end up on my doorstep, so I don't know why I'm laughing.
No, it's OK.
Let's get it over with.
Fuck.
Er, squared.
You said...
He couldn't.
He genuinely didn't think he could.
OK, but still...
No, Dinah.
I only slept with one man last year, and that was Dennis.
OK.
I'll be seeing you both in about a month.
And I fucked the case, haven't I?
Just what she told us.
Oh, scared, all right?
You do this job.
You live like I have, and then you judge me.
Yeah, sorry.
What did Viv say?
She wants Ian with her.
Get Dennis to turn.
No, no way, no.
The idea is, when I'm done, I'm gone.
That's the whole point of being undercover.
Yeah, well, you kind of fucked the whole point with this kid, didn't you?
But I can't.
After everything I've done to him, I can't face him.
She needs you.
But I can't!
For joy.
One last time.
Echo Tango 2 to control. We'll take it.
Echo down.
Suspected vandalism.
Come on, that's, like, so boring.
When is the action?
Yeah, well, it's a quiet day.
Look, the deal was, I get to hang out with you guys
and do a bunch of cool shit which I can tell everyone about.
Like, a bank robbery or watch some dude choke to death on his own vomit.
I'm sure.
Something will turn up.
Ended better. Otherwise, the deal's off.
Now, come on.
I want top speed, light sirens.
Come on.
Yes, darling, I'm looking at one of yours now,
a crime against carpentry called the Banley.
Straw underneath, dead body on top, strike a match,
it had come into its own, what the buffalo is doing in anyone's parlour.
Yeah, so wholesale and any import on that, what are we looking at?
Nine.
What, you mean 9,000, don't you?
What?
And your Drakefield, the one with the interesting mottled cushion,
looks like a football team's playing Spunky Biscuit on it.
That's even less.
Give over, madam.
He'll try and throw some shit at you, but that's only counting.
You are stronger than him.
OK.
The baby's yours.
Yeah, right, fuck off. They haven't even taken a sample.
We only needed the mother's blood.
And your DNA's already on our system.
Ah. Was any of it real?
The sex was, obviously.
Mummy.
Who does this?
Who sends employees out to fuck the enemy?
The original Nazis prompted the idea. Same
tricks apply to tribute bands, apparently.
Nobody gave me those instructions. It was my choice.
Shucks, I'm flattered. You...
Oh, double-clap!
Cozy chat is over. Where's Beckett?
I want another lawyer.
Well, what can you afford?
Duty lawyer's fine. Just need an injunction to stop an abortion.
Piss right on your chips there, Bonnie.
I'll make you live with it for the rest of your fucking life!
I have no intention of getting an abortion, Dennis.
Permission to step out, mum?
Granted.
Durkin's dead. Who else might Beckett be talking to, eh? Caroline McCoy?
No idea. I've never met the woman.
Did Durkin ever mention her?
Faye was sure you were the mole.
I told her to shut up or fuck off.
Wish she wouldn't, so use the thread!
Oh, grew up, Dennis. You're in flashbacks to night management.
Your sister is banged up on solid evidence.
Now, look at me!
We desperately need to get Joseph Beckett off the streets.
That's been your only job since he went apeshit.
You're what someone is hiding him.
Check my pockets.
Once he finds out that Bonnie was undercover, he'll go after her, too.
No?
Or maybe you'd love that.
No, I don't want to talk to my mum. I need Stuart.
Can't you get him on the radio or something?
Tess? You all right, love?
Yeah, fine.
Just wanted to see how Stuart was.
Stuart?
Yeah, he was helping me out with the thing, but it's no big deal, honestly.
Hold on.
What's going on?
Well, well, well.
Come on.
I screwed up.
Happy now?
Come, Stuart.
Check it up, Stuart.
No offence, you guys, but your job is seriously dull.
It better be better tomorrow or the deal's off.
I mean, you guys are OK.
Especially you, Tegan.
You got a boyfriend?
Yeah, she has.
Him?
Oh, come on, Tegan, you could do so much better than that.
You know, after today, I'm not sure that I disagree.
Right, yeah, yeah.
Who's that?
Oh, shit, Dad.
It was just a weekend. It was just two nights away with your mother.
And you do this.
I'm used to my son's antics.
Should almost have expected it, after all.
He is a fucking moron.
But as far as I understand it, you came to
the house and you just let the carnage carry on.
Well, this was a civil matter. It wasn't our business to intervene.
Young people drinking and taking drugs.
No, sir, we didn't see any drugs.
Did you see any drugs, Gabriel?
Thing, I...
I... I... I...
Sorry.
Anyone understand that?
I spent thousands on his education.
What have I got? A gibbering idiot.
Mr Turner, I called you because...
The truth is, your two buddies here fucked up and you want me to control my son.
No, no, no. We can do this formally, if you prefer.
The test can be arrested. I'll make sure
she's interviewed by an independent investigator.
Show no bias. Yeah.
Good.
Her lawyer will argue that your son's phone recording shows no dealing.
Were there any drugs recovered from the party, Stuart?
No.
No? OK. That's what we'll do. No problem.
OK.
Obviously, to prove no bias, we'd need to arrest Gabriel.
What?
Never been concerned in the unlawful supply of controlled drugs.
And even the betting on an awful sexual intercourse
by providing a premises for such actions to occur.
Bit of a smarty pants, aren't you?
We would have to inform social services
that this young man was regularly left alone
and able to organise these parties because his parents couldn't control him
due to their constant absence from his life.
Hmm.
Oh, we could all agree. This is just something that's been dealt with.
Not further action needs to be taken by either side.
What do you think, sir?
Give me the phone. I'm safe.
Oh, I don't know. It's not very clear, is it?
I'll tell you what.
Let's ask the new mayor, shall we?
Let's send her this. See what she thinks.
Her whole campaign was about the police, after all.
There.
Just how we're being.
Farrah.
Hey, son.
OK.
Charge me with accessory.
That's seven years, right?
I'll do that if I have to, but my chances at a trial are better than good.
I was accessory only to a stunt.
With a live firearm that killed one of my officers.
Which I presume was fake, because it was a stunt.
Any decent jury's going to laugh you out of the dock.
So, worst case, three and a half with good
behaviour, then I pick up where I left off.
Left off what?
The kid.
The kid?
I'll have either been acquitted or I'll have served my time.
So, by laws and decency, I'm entitled to access.
She was an undercover officer.
You don't even know a real name.
It's her job to vanish again until the bat phone goes.
We didn't know before this, we won't see her again.
Want to see Bonnie?
She's been debriefed before leaving.
You're not the only ones with facial recognition software.
And yet she got past your vetting to end up in bed.
Bonnie?
She's not here.
She's off the case. She has filed the last report.
We never met.
Now, you let me know when you want to talk about Beckett.
This is such a fucked up case.
You are such a fucked up case.
I'll get you all over now.
Just for the coverage.
Now, you fucking...
Right, calling the boys, just getting back in his cell.
Why don't you put an end to this?
You fucking dirty fucker!
We're not gonna catch Beckett if he's rolled up in a fucking cell.
You're gonna get back in a fucking cell. You're gonna get back in a fucking cell. You're gonna get back in a fucking cell. You're gonna catch Beckett if he's rolled up in a fucking cell.
He's sitting himself without nappies.
This is in the showroom.
He's nowhere to go after in human but honest waits.
Now, I'm stopping this.
Oops.
Difference between us.
If I don't invoice, I'm not responsible.
A city, a solid city. Why are we talking interior design, Miller?
Yeah, apologies for milking this.
I am presently tumescent with smugness.
Durkin, he has three Ponce bespoke sofas adornicus mollyhouse.
These fellas, while not knowing their own strength,
they've done gone and flipped one over during gunfight at the alt-right orgy.
About safeing onto my keen senses.
A little metal disc on the chassis, bearing
the initials M, F, S, McCoy's Furniture Store.
McCoy's in Caroline McCoy.
Caroline McCoy, the newly elected mayoral.
This is tells the fucking obvious, I know, but it is not the thing.
The thing is, Durkin has shelled 17 grand apiece for these.
That is a 51K Han Shandy on some frankly very average buffets
that retail normally eighth our tops.
Now, where's the other 43 gone?
Right, into Caroline McCoy's campaign fund.
Them money laundering for England and the Commonwealth.
We have the start of a paper trail linking Caroline to Durkin.
We just need time and some deep forensic accounting.
You keep digging, Millie. You just made my Christmas card list.
Just heard from the FMA. Dennis is conscious. Injuries are all superficial.
We're good to go.
Just have a word, ma'am.
What have you done?
Well, the short version is, I think I'm about to get sacked.
So, Stuart, taken.
Probably you as well, don't you know?
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
You'd best not be taking the piss about vegetarian.
Boss sent me nearly half a mile cos she doesn't trust canteen with beef dripping.
Oh, Jesus, Bonnie, no. Who's seen you?
Nobody, please, Jonah, I've got to go soon.
It's my job if I don't report this.
Well, this lot are busy and from here to Dearing's office,
could you make that take you two minutes?
It normally takes three.
Well, I'm locking you in. Make your own excuses.
I'm not saying goodbyes to anyone else, Dennis. I never do.
You just do this. Like a fucking grasshopper.
Just reboot somewhere else with a clean slate.
Clean.
Could kill you right now.
You'd be dead before they got near.
You want me to know which bits of me were real?
I don't care any more.
Then it doesn't matter where I'm relocated for my next assignment.
Tell me you're not working cases like this till you get maternity.
Cases like what?
Scabby shit. A four-month pregnant.
As it turns out, I'm nearly five.
And I do know the sex.
I didn't ask. I was told accidentally.
It's a boy, don't it?
That's Joe. Dearing's on for me.
Dennis, look at me.
I got lost in the middle of pretending.
I don't know who said this, but I reckon your child
can be two and a half times what you are.
For the sake of body, don't tell me that.
Your decision as to whether that's for better or worse.
There's the spend me for this.
But it is.
Who gives a shit?
She already knows I'm here anyway.
This piece of work actually knows things before she stole it, so...
About 176 days overtime.
Well, no, 177 now.
So they'd be doing me a favour.
Over time? On me?
Yeah.
How can this work, Bonnie?
Make your own choices.
I won't be stupid about this.
I could wait.
I can't.
If you do what they say, if you help them, then who knows?
Whether they say they let you go or not,
I wouldn't trust a word of it without it in writing.
You may owe Beckett your life.
But it's up to you whether you let him keep taking others.
And he really scares me, Dennis.
Got him. Good girl.
Viv, really?
What do you think of my performance, ma'am?
My old drama teacher said I was the finest bottom he'd ever seen.
That's the go-to line before you get fingered.
That's enough.
You've been boozing.
Viv?
Ma'am, really trying to think about what we're gonna do yet.
Are you at the May rank?
For the May, I need to talk to you now.
You can't let them go, not in their present mental capacity.
Yeah.
Oh, right. Dennis is a little bit fragile, but...
Bonnie's handling them now and she's a pro.
Yeah, a real pro, let herself get pregnant.
Well, it's an accident.
I spend all day, every day, listening to people lie to me.
And what I heard in that cell, the way Bonnie was talking,
that came from a deep place within it and it was true.
I have absolutely no idea where ahead is that right now.
Are you gonna pay any attention to what Peeps just told you?
I turned Dennis.
After one nod in a cell,
if you let them out, you are gonna be fishing
Bonnie's body out at the canal within the hour,
and that's not even the half of it.
Oh, kept meaning to come and talk to you about that.
May's on her way in.
Need to talk urgently about ledge corruption in my department.
That's code for I want you out.
Now think of something.
Oh, you love all this off-the-cuff policing, don't you?
I have to win...
for joy.
So, today's just a day, mind.
You've risked the life of an undercover officer by
blowing her cover without consultation or approval.
You've interviewed a prisoner without a
lawyer or any recording device, contrary to Peeps,
and you then incited him to violence and self-harm,
and all the while, officers under your charge were
deliberately barreling evidence about drug dealing
because the accused is the daughter of a colleague.
You really feel like you're winning, Viv?
I'm still stumbling.
And when Caroline comes and she gets just a sniff
of this, how long before you're out of the door?
Do you think she's worked out you're onto her?
Yes, Mum.
So, she's going to use this Tessa business to get rid of everyone.
She'll be mayor, there'll be two
uncontrollable psychopaths on the street, and no police.
Winning?
You're not even fighting, Viv, you're drowning.
You're right.
There is only one way to fix this.
You'll have to resign.
Wait, what?
She needs a senior officer to go like he said.
That way we can keep on investigating her.
Take the blame. Your watch. Your officers. Wipe the slate clean.
What do you say?
I say stuff it up your arse.
If anyone does any digging, this will all seem kosher.
You know what's next.
We'll arrange his secure locations the more we can control.
You'll contact Beckett when the time is
right, arrange the meet, and we'll have him.
I'm going to love you.
Diana? Hi, Mum.
Got your messages.
What's up?
Fix me.
Go, come, come.
What do you want to say?
Madam Mayor.
Hello. The eye's expecting you.
You see. Great.
Hiya, Diana. You all right?
Madam Mayor, congratulations.
Thanks, hon. You look knackered.
Cheers.
This way.
I'm sorry, all right. I'll never do it again. Never do anything like it, I swear.
I'm going to lose my job.
So's Viv. So will half my mates.
That's not fair.
Well, that's the way it is.
So I'm glad you've learnt your lesson.
You're such a bitch.
You what?
All you ever think about is your job.
I do it for you. It pays the bills.
Bullshit. It works as your excuse to stay away from us all, isn't it?
Joy said that you were incredible.
She said that I should never get across with you no matter
what you did because you were the best person in the world.
But I've never seen it.
Because you save it for work, don't you?
Look, Mum, I'm really, really sorry for what I did. I am.
But please...
Come home now.
I will.
In a bit.
I'm sorry.
Tess.
I'm trying.
I swear.
Madam. Don't be deaf, Viv.
I'm here as a friend.
Now, would you like a drink?
If I'm honest, I think we both might need one.
Do you know the worst thing about the journey here was going over it again and
again, and it coming out worse for us all every time.
And not being able to see a way around it.
That was a good job, I can.
I'm resigning.
I've written to the chief constable, and I'll be gone by the end of the week.
I take full responsibility for it all.
Detective, chief inspector, Terry Taylor is just the man for the job.
God, look at her. Like what a wooden mouth.
There's been a complaint of misconduct made against you.
By who?
Inspector Deering.
At the risk of going all-lying, King, on you, we keep a circle.
Mum.
Because if Terry Ductill gets a whiff that we're onto Mackay, it's game over.
Terry doesn't know he's here.
Or does she?
I can't think straight, no, not maniacs still out there.
She'll need to call on witches of Eastwick on me.
If you get Beckett, be the making of you.
Bet you wish you'd shut the bitch, then.
All officers to Sindelley Market.
Vivian, this cannot go wrong.
Stewart!
And No Offense continues at the same time next week.
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A challenge is set and there's an unexpected
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