People of Manchester, we salute you!
Caroline co-evaked 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.
We have the start of a paper trail linking Caroline to Durkin.
If you help them, then who knows?
I turned Dennis.
This is insurance!
Aah!
You'll contact Beckett when the time is right,
arrange the meet and we'll have him.
And once we've got him, we can take down Caroline too.
Do you think she's worked out your own to her?
Yes, Mum.
Mayors on our way in.
Need to talk urgently about alleged corruption in my department.
That's a code for I want you out.
There is only one way to fix this.
I'm resigning and I'll be gone by the end of the week.
And as new mayor, I'm proud to say that I've kept my promise.
A zero-tolerant policy on parking in restricted zones
right across Manchester, starting right here, right now.
Why outside of Mossford?
No hidden agenda.
It's one of the many areas across the city where parking is an issue.
No! No! No!
I'll save this over the mayor later.
But for now, please, inside.
Easy, boys and girls.
Slippers not and track boots.
Right, question please.
Is he having a laugh?
Hello.
Mum, catching big bucks.
Deal with him.
No! No! No! No!
No! No! No!
Stop that!
Excuse me, let's get rid of everyone's country over there!
Conspicuous policing.
This is all bells, whistles and tiptoises.
Step aside, please.
Here comes the new mayor, Alan.
Detective, Chief Inspector, Terry Taylor is just the man for the job.
Inspector, you keep the locals back. I'll deal with that one.
These are the locals, sir.
Right, you two.
There's more than trying to park up around the corner, six of us.
And appreciate your product.
Let Tiggy go first. They might listen to her.
It's taken.
No, we're not interrupting your branch.
Go back and have your prayers.
Right, the door!
Get inside before you get hurt!
Get him in the van!
No, the other one!
Get him off that line!
This is all gonna go.
Donald Park tips up with Terry Dactyl, doesn't stop.
Do step on his way through.
Would you like this when you look at that?
Worse.
Donald, where the hell are you?
Just after the ending, big box, ma'am.
You're not Captain Big Box.
You can't arrest them all, sir.
We've only got two cells free.
The mayor brought me in for a reason.
I stick to her agenda. You stick to mine. We'll all be happy clappers.
Right, now, I'll go back inside.
If you step over this line, I will have you arrested.
Get that fucking lardage.
What is the magazine? What?
You can't park there, lads.
Since when?
Since today?
Bash!
You need to move your car.
No, just do it.
I'll start it. It's my cousin.
No way.
Bad enough, you're a pig.
Shagging a white pig.
Don't speak to her like that.
Move your car.
Bash.
Get off!
Move your car!
Now!
God, are you OK?
The share can't arrest you for assaulting a police officer.
Go, go, go. What are you playing at?
I'll make the most of it, mate,
cos she might just be going on a little holiday soon.
Ask her about my brother's misses.
Teague, wait. I'm coughing.
What? No way! Sorted ya!
Now, move your car before I change my mind.
If that had been anyone else, you would have charged him.
But it wasn't anyone else, was it? It was your family.
Yeah, so?
I haven't got him. What has he said to you?
I don't know. Something about his brother's wife.
Oh, here we go.
He tells everyone that she disappeared.
She did to Florida and the time of her life.
He's seen it on Facebook.
OK.
Are that OK? It'll sound OK, Stu. What's going on?
I just think when we're on duty,
we should make it less obvious we're a...you know, a thing.
Why should we?
Oh, my God, I've listened to crap like this for 25 years and ignored it,
and he says one little thing to you,
and you're going on about being less obvious.
I tell you what, if you're not worried about it,
why don't we just finish us that less obvious for you?
Well, I never said that.
You didn't ask, did you, cos your face said you're all...
Teague, wait. You got this all wrong?
Your dad's a bit of shock anyway.
Get her, then!
Stay away from me!
Get down!
Stay away! Come on!
Open up!
Donna, Mike could do with a bit of backup, will you?
We're coming out.
This is gonna come somewhere!
Get down!
He's giving them the spacey-wester!
You always blew her hard for work.
Tran raining in was on the kicks off her right.
Which way?
Oh, God, look at him.
My footer wouldn't melt.
The temperature wasn't here.
We need to get these inside before it really kicks off.
It's easiest them than dog spiders,
like herdin' cats with beards.
Whoa! Whoa!
Get down!
Shit!
Come on!
Stop it!
Come on, Mike!
That is enough!
It is a big mud on me!
They're amazing!
What could have done without this lot coming down?
Half of them are borderline feral.
If I'd done something to upset your sergeant,
that's not the first time she's looked at me
like I'm something she's trodden in.
Trust me, that's her on a good day.
She's normally Rose McGowan meets Kill Bill. Off you go, love. Come on, Diana.
Less tune of the wasps' nest on second thoughts.
It wasn't Big Bot, ma'am.
He was a scally kid.
He's legged it.
Said a fella gave him 20 quid.
If he'd wear the costume and deliver a leaflet to the moor.
If he didn't, it's litties throat.
Said the fella looked like a tramp.
A ginger tramp.
I just got Caroline's car. I'm not a little girl. I'm a little girl. I'm a little girl. I'm a little girl. I'm a little girl. I'm a little girl. I'm a little girl. I just caught Caroline's face when she was at the car.
Whatever was in that leaflet, it spooked her.
Made a death threat from Beckett.
Yeah, well, he might want to die,
but he won't want to go before he's got his hit money.
Bonnie.
From Beckett to Dennis.
Make her pay.
See, Beckett must have come out of his back cave
to find that scally kid.
Could be nearby.
We could get him.
No, no.
We cannot let Beckett know,
but we know that he sent that to Dennis.
And we certainly can't let him know.
I've got a feeling that it's just the mad bastard tuning up.
Oh, look, I mean, even the opposition are on my side,
so thank you.
See?
She doesn't react.
But when she was in the car, she was definitely rattled.
And give the psycho his blue Peter badges,
put some effort in there.
Bonnie?
Mum?
Look sharp.
Bonnie, I can't talk.
I have just had the mare on.
Wants to know how that big box got so nearer.
That could have been Beckett's.
Was there anything on the leaflet, sir?
No, it was just a left over from his campaign.
The point is, I have reassured her--
I have reassured her worship that we'll find Beckett.
Am I right?
Yes, sir.
Am I keeping you from something, Sergeant?
Sorry.
That was my mum.
My daughter's in a bad way.
Taking one of them drugs she deals in, has she?
No, she's got a sister size of an orange and a fallopian tubes,
if you must note, sir.
She's in agony.
Could end up in fertile and she loves kids.
Still, glass half full.
At least she's definitely not a dealer.
Right.
Well.
So let's get the bastard and bring him in.
Oh, D.C. Teller.
Word.
Yes, sir.
As soon as you're ready.
And tell them cleaners to go easy on the Febreze.
My office smells like a tart twat.
We were right.
Beckett just called Dennis.
The leaflet was a warning to McCoy.
He wants Dennis to bring him the 40 grand,
or someone will end up in the obituries.
But he didn't mention McCoy by net.
No, not one thing to link it to Durkin or the fake hit.
So all we've got are the receipts that profiled from payments made to a shop.
That's not enough.
It's nowhere near.
Like the risk of going all Lion King on you, we keep the circle.
Because if Terry Dactyl gets a whiff that we're onto McCoy, it's game over.
We've lost.
So come on.
Plant.
We send Bonnie in to see McCoy.
See if she'll pay the 40 grand, try and trip her up,
get her to say anything that links her to Durkin or Beckett.
Should Dennis go with her?
She's a trained UC.
He's a goby twat on two legs who just pulls points.
You'd Beckett's mate.
It might be more convincing if they're both going.
Okay.
As long as Bonnie just loves all the talking.
We get Beckett.
We get McCoy.
We'll get justice for joy.
Nope.
Problem, sir.
There's been a complaint of misconduct made against you.
By who?
Inspector Deering.
For what?
A few days ago, you told her that you'd filed a report on an
attempted robbery case in Denton, except it wasn't filed till the next day.
No, I remember it was Alice, my wife.
She rang, said she was ill and couldn't look
after the kids, so I finished my shift early.
I mean, okay, the report was filed late, but I still put it in.
DI Deering says she was checking over all reports on all officers.
That's when she came across it.
The complaint is that it wasn't done by the book.
Well, Deering's hardly known for doing things by the book.
Exactly.
There's something wrong with this picture, isn't there?
Sir.
Inspector Deering's never made a complaint against you before.
Ever.
The mayor appoints me as DCI, and within only a
matter of days, Deering's made a complaint against you.
I've let her know that you were one of the finest cadets I've ever trained,
and that I trust you with my life.
She knows you and me go way back.
Sorry, sir, I don't know where you're going with Alice.
Suppose Deering thinks you are my eyes on her,
and that you report what she's up to back to me, every little detail.
It'll be in her interest to have you
suspended while the case against you was investigated.
Yeah, but I don't get it. What would she be able to?
Well, that's one of the reasons the mayor brought me in, to find out.
She doesn't trust Deering, all that DS Cole,
cow,
diner,
since that business over her daughter.
I've been watching them too.
Because, thieves.
You ever wonder why she was made sergeant, not you?
Well, can't say I wasn't gutted at the time, but...
Now, diner's a good cop.
Better than you.
I think not.
Oh.
Speak of the devil.
Caroline?
On my way.
Don't worry, Spike.
I've got your back.
Unlike Deering, who's just stuck a knife in it.
Fetch your coat.
Tell her you're following up a lead on a case.
Make it convincing.
Where are we going?
Town hall.
Oh, and, uh, let Deering think I'm looking further into her complaint against you,
which you and I both know I won't be.
Yes, sir.
Well?
Fell for it.
Upline and sinker.
All stinker, in his case.
Tell you what, Mum, that was bloody good in there, mate.
All right, BAFTA boy.
We're right about McCoy.
She's asked him to be her eyes and ears on Friday Street.
It's best of you two.
Think she's up to something?
There we are.
Taking that bitch down.
Gonna go and see her now.
What for?
No idea.
As far as you two are concerned, I'm chasing a bleed on a case, all right?
We need to find out.
Is he a spy or just a useful idiot, yeah?
Okay.
Spike, make sure you're out of there before we get money in.
Yeah.
And you need to talk to him about the smell.
You didn't tell me you'd have company, Terry.
Oh, don't worry.
Deering doesn't know he's here.
Or does she?
No. No, no.
You told me to tell her I was chasing up a lead, so I did.
And how do we know that you won't tell her
you were here when you get back to the station?
Well, you don't, I guess.
But why would I tell her after she'd just filed a complaint against me?
Sorry, sir.
Am I missing something here?
The mayor wants to know why you'd trust me more than Deering.
Well, if it comes down to loyalty, then let's just
say I've known the gof a lot longer than Deering.
You know, I've had no reason not to be loyal to her until today.
Thank you, Nadine.
So, you said you wanted to discuss Beckett.
I did.
Oh, you remembered. It cost a cream. Oh, you remembered.
It cost a creams.
Morning. Hold on.
We're waiting on Spike and Taylor.
They're still in what, Caroline?
Thank you.
You don't know how you do, eh?
Oh, come on.
Big show, back off.
That's fine.
Here you go.
Thank you.
I can't think straight knowing that maniac's still out there.
I mean, I know we look calm, but we'll have my bag of nerves.
I'll put more officers around you.
We'll get the bastards.
That's a promise.
Thanks, Terry.
I know it's not just words with you.
You'll do whatever it takes.
That's a given.
Sorry, if you'll excuse me, I've got a meeting, so...
Okay.
Listen, think on, Terry.
There'll be one in the eye for all of those that said,
"I should have left you to play golf and you're not fit for purpose."
If you get Beckett, be the maker, do you?
They don't go in now, they'll miss her.
She's in meetings all afternoon.
So, I'll bless.
Sorry about that, I'm there, Spike,
but I just had to prove to the mayor she can trust you.
Ma'am?
Spike, what the hell is going on?
Yeah, no, I'm still the chase of that leading denton.
I'm just leaving now.
Jesus.
That coffee's gone through me like a dose of sorts.
Correction, we're leaving.
I think he's gone to the toilet.
What? Why didn't you stop him?
I never had chance, I think he's got the shits.
Oh, and ma'am, he's just McCoy's useful idiot.
Nothing more.
I reckon if I weren't there, I should have told him straight.
Get Beckett before we do and kill him.
Caroline's heading for the meeting room.
We either do this now or tell Bonnie to pull out.
Trust Terradact Hill's bowels to cock this up.
Do it.
Bonnie, go in. McCoy's left her office.
She's headed towards you.
Back make sure that Taylor does not come out of the box
or he's going to see Bonnie and Dennis coming in.
I've received.
Sir, you okay?
Right, it's like a bastard attached to being turned on.
So just take your time.
Take as much time as you need.
Bonnie?
Caroline's approaching from the right.
I'm about two stone lighter.
Sir, do you want to use the handrail?
What for?
Sorry, sir, listen, I just meant to say
you are exactly what Friday Street needs.
You know, I've been surrounded by so much easteries
and I think me balls are shriveled.
The boys are back in town.
Pull her into the lead.
Now.
Sorry, let's go.
No, I don't think so, though.
We're here to make sure you give Beckett the money, will we?
What money?
The money for the fake hit you arranged.
You don't get it by midday tomorrow.
You won't miss second time round.
You do get it.
You won't hear from him.
You've not got long.
Cut to the windup.
Don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, come on, that kind of money is peanuts to you.
Yeah, all this I'm still Jenny from the block shit.
You're just a big phony.
I bet you got shoes worth more than that.
I'm from a cindly mate.
Nut Wilmslow.
Happy Grudge playing 40 quid for a pair of shoes,
let alone 40 grand.
Bingo.
I'm calling security.
I'm going to get you two arrested.
I don't think so.
What are you playing at?
Oh, fucking hell.
We're all going to get the money from all of our children
off for the shit.
That was a deal.
That was a deal, right?
I'm sorry.
Listen, I'm going to stop.
Funny, get out of there.
You blew it as soon as you got the gun out.
Stop that!
Go on.
You call security.
Call the cops.
Call them if you like.
They are going to have a lot of questions,
and we can give them a lot of answers.
On the other hand, Dennis the fucking menace.
You just screwed the whole thing up.
No one good reason why I shouldn't
take a teaser to your titties right now.
All right, calm your tits.
You weren't even loading.
You never said a thing about a gun.
I just thought my way of getting that fix to talk
was better than your way.
You've just given McCoy an excuse
to put a bigger infant's fuzz around her.
It's only to go on witches of Eastwick on me.
Daddy, we need to start singing our song.
Otherwise, my girl's death goes for nothing,
and that's not going to happen on my watch.
We need to fall back on Plan B.
What's Parni?
Having a clue.
Unless Marilyn.
Mum, we're going to need bait to bring Beckett in.
Gentlemen, any joy on that witness?
It turned out to be an ex with a grudge.
Two hours has been sweating about on that.
By the way, the mayor's asked me to put more officers around her.
Keep on it, everyone.
Beckett's out there somewhere.
Er, since I'll make sure I write the report on Elsa.
Smile, wouldn't hurt, would it, Ziggy?
Better.
And, er, just for the record, sir.
My name is Tegan.
T-E-G-A-N.
You got everybody else's name right in A, except for mine.
I wonder why that is, A.
You do not speak to a senior officer like that.
Ever! Constable Thompson?
My office.
Now.
Look, I know what she was implying there, and I'm not having it.
Besides, how can I be racist when my go-to wet dream is aughty off strictly?
You've got me there, sir.
Spannick, have you spoken to Mum on the whiff?
I'm all right yet.
Well, do it before it goes nuclear.
All right.
Now, I know that I'm supposed to pretend that I
don't know all the ins and outs of everybody's
private lives out there, but you know the rules.
Fine.
For two officers to have a bit of love action,
not fine, when it affects how they do the job
and how they speak to a DCI.
We all know he's racist.
Yeah, except for him.
I know.
And I promise it will be dealt with.
The fact is, we're stuck with him until Marilyn comes back from her suspension.
So don't let the fossil found line you up.
Yeah, well, just so you know, I mean, you should do answer any more anyway.
You're just overreacting to that stuff with your cousin, that's all.
Well, how do you know?
Told you.
All the ins and outs.
Nobody said that the road to happiness was going to be a smooth one.
But trust me,
this is just a little pothole.
It's not a sinkhole.
You'll be back together before long.
And if you're not, well, a bit like what we Scottish Gran used to say.
What's for you?
I'll need to get past you.
What does that even mean?
God knows.
She was in her home by then.
Could see Colonel Godaffa behind the curtains.
Come on.
You get back out there and be the lippy brilliant cop that we all know you are.
I want before you do.
And I could come back if it's not.
No, no, no.
You're all right.
What can I do you for?
Erm, I, er...
I just wanted to say,
about before.
It won't happen again.
You're right.
It won't.
But apology accepted.
Mate, don't let it upset you, Tegan.
What did Marilyn say?
A lot of things ended in off.
But she has agreed to work on Pembroke tonight.
What, she can't persuade him?
No bet.
No, Becky had no job to come to her in the morning.
It has to be when she persuades him.
Not if.
Okay, so when you've heard from Marilyn that she's got the money,
I'll tell Bonnie.
Becky said he'd call Dennis tomorrow to make sure he got it.
He didn't say when he'd call or where Dennis should meet him.
I thought that you had promised Tess that a pizza in a box set tonight.
Yeah, I did, but I think I should be here.
She'll say you should be there.
Yeah, but...
Go on.
That sister verse must be the sounds of a grapefruit by now.
More like a melon.
Get it gone.
I mean, Christ, Vivian, I've pulled more strings than Harper Mark's for you.
Pembroke came through.
Two eats in Malibu, spunked in Reston Vegas.
Who'd know?
Hit the gas thumber.
That is confiscated money, remember.
Borrowed bait for 24 hours only.
If you don't get Becky in that time, that's going straight back to HQ's vault.
Right.
I've booked a Brazilian for 11.
I thought I'd see what the fuss was all about.
Enjoy the rest of your lady garden leaves, then.
Vivian!
This cannot go wrong.
Tom?
Please have a minute, sir.
Here.
I'm sorry.
Oh.
Deering doesn't suspect, does she?
Ah, he's like a bastard chameleon.
Oh, no, no, no, not a clue.
No, no, I know what to play her.
Good man.
I'll tell you.
Are you okay?
Yeah, sweating cobs.
I might have a shower.
Have you seen the shower, does he?
Like a power shower.
Good.
I can show you, you know, if you're going that way.
Oh, Christ.
This isn't what I think it is, is it?
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to bring you up, sir.
I know you're a senior officer.
I'm just trying to say it as it is, mate.
No, not you, Spike.
No way.
Not me what?
I never had you down as a knob jockey.
What?
Jeez, no, that's not what I'm talking about.
What are you going on about showers and shit for?
Because it is...
It's...
You can have that.
I've got three of them at home, gift sets from Christmas.
Are you saying I smell?
It's... no, it's the air con.
See, the air con is on the blink and it can get really stuffy.
And you can use that.
Is that all?
Yeah.
Bonnie.
Cinderly action is 15 minutes.
Mum.
We need to go now.
Aren't you meant to be at the most spunk you do at the town hall?
Yeah, that's what I've come to tell you.
I think I'm going to stick around in case Becky comes out of hiding.
What if it doesn't?
You'll have missed your guest of honour
spot and Jam Rolly Pollie for put, I'm told.
Well, you can take PC Mitchell with you. We'll keep you posted.
You don't want to let the mare down now, do you?
You get anything I want to hear?
Oh, that goes without saying, sir.
Wait till I give you the knot before you tell them about Beckett.
Mum.
I think it was the Jam Rolly Pollie that swung you.
Is it my imagination?
Or is the wiff on me to dial down a notch?
Deafo.
Blue-eyed boy still got it.
Right shift.
You're over five minutes late.
This could be a test.
See if Dennis would be entailed.
Look.
It's him, Dennis.
Stick to the plan, okay?
Do exactly as I say no piece in a belt.
Millets have gone down the neck, haven't they?
Okay, now try to get him to admit to the fake hit.
We need him to say Caroline's name.
Look.
It's all there, Joe.
Want my coils? You're up in a fake hit.
Bet you wish you'd shut the bitch dead.
Saved all this pissing about.
He's holding something in his hand.
What?
What's in his hand, then?
What's this? Phone a friend?
Back up.
You're about phone.
But what for?
You might have been tailed.
Well, I wasn't. I'd know.
Yeah, well, just in case.
A little farewell from our old mate, Randa.
You wired a device to him.
It's a bomb.
I take my finger off this button.
Boom.
Where is this Randy, then?
Visual target.
Yeah, of course.
Miller, find out who's Randy.
Becky just said something about my old mate, could be army.
Kim Randy.
How the hell is Becky persuading someone
to have a load of explosives trapped to him?
Usual target.
Asian kids.
Could be a mother's school.
Or a mosque.
Mosque is more likely.
A six-year-old mosque in Manchester.
Five or six in town, at least 20 in the south.
The one near the abattoir he worked in.
Could be miles from where he's been hiding out, couldn't it?
Could be anywhere.
He knows the side of Manchester, though.
He's more likely to have tagged his summer around here, isn't he?
Yeah, I'm going to go with Dan as joined up, thank you.
So if Randy is within a two-mile radius,
then we need to search those mosques first.
Miller.
Good.
Not ordered mobile phone mass nearby to be switched off.
I was just about to. Why?
We don't know how he's rigged the device yet.
Switch off might detonate it.
Might not, but you can't risk it.
Control.
Calling all officers check all mosques in south Manchester.
We're looking for a block.
He's carrying a rock sack.
Carry back anything.
Beckett has planted a bomb on him.
North London in the roughness.
If Dennis hasn't the smarts for this,
then a whole lot of people are going to be blown to bits.
You need to keep him talking, then.
Why don't you just piss off out of here?
Take the money and the shooter and go.
I'll give you the bag. You deactivate the bomb, yeah?
Since when have you been asked about a load of ragheads, have you?
What's blowing up a load of Muslims can approve, though?
I'm not risking it.
Viv, you can't show your face. The whole op will fail.
That was before we knew that Beckett had strapped a bomb
to somebody who's out there right now.
Miller.
It's not a bloke we're looking for.
He's going to need to frigging goat.
Randy or Lance Corporal Randolph.
To give him his full title.
Never had a goat named after me before.
A rabbit, yes, I digress.
Look, it's the goat from his own regiment.
A goat.
Jesus Christ.
Take the reins.
Now, as soon as we find that goat, call bomb squad in.
What about Terry Dactyl?
Well, you'll have to stall him for as long as you can.
No, Viv, Viv, wait.
Just in case you'll make a crack in DI.
Not as good as me, obviously.
A goat? Is this a wind-up?
Course I'm going to make a go of it with her, yeah?
She's pregnant.
No.
No!
They'll offer you more than 30 pieces of silver.
I'm sorry, mate. I have no choice.
This is!
But you chose them over me!
No!
I chose Bonnie and the baby!
Okay, I know, but despite the fact that you're surrounded by armed officers,
it's you that's in control here.
What do you want, Joe?
I want you to stop the lame attention.
Trying to become my mate for a kick-off and cut the Joe.
Shit!
If they're dudes bastard, it is then.
I only ask, because I assume that without your back-up plan,
that you want to walk out of here in one piece,
with 40k and your gun, and just disappear.
How could you be turned by her?
A little squashed Madonna.
I don't give a shiner shit what you call me,
but you need to know that if you pick up
that bag and you walk off, you will be followed.
Now, you can't run away forever.
You can't run away from this.
All that hate.
The PTSD that they never properly treated you for.
It'll still be there.
Now, you take your finger off that button.
You blow up a load of innocent people.
We've got nothing left on the table to discuss.
And if I don't blow them up, you're just going to let me go here.
No, of course not.
You killed a brilliant officer, a man, a good friend.
No, you'll serve a sentence.
But for how long depends on you not detonating that bomb?
Neck is a bit flat-filled on our way to St. Loomost.
Received.
I'm not serving time for you, life.
Yeah.
Not no one!
Not one day!
Give me the gun, Dennis.
What are you going to do, child?
I'm going to shoot some pigeons.
What the fuck do you think I'm going to do?
If I'm going out, I'm going out of my terms.
If you give me the gun, I won't set the bomb off.
I'll have the phone over here to inspect a fat match.
I'm not going to stand there and watch you kill yourself.
No way.
I...
Kabul.
Sangin.
Kandahar.
And this one.
This one, you know.
Because this one is up for you.
Just give me the gun, then.
You owe me at least!
Give me the gun!
Dennis!
Come on.
Give me the gun!
Don't do it, Dennis.
How do I know that you're not going to shoot one of me officers?
You don't.
It's your call.
The gun or the bomb?
I put a goat at Sindalee Moss,
couple of girls untied it.
Where is it, then?
Not sure.
Fellas, then you saw him at his ward, Sindalee Market.
So we're on our way there.
If you find him, you wait till bombs go to death.
Okay, before Dennis gives you the gun,
for you to blow your brains out, make your last words.
An admission.
That Caroline McCoy arranged a fake assassination
and that you were the gunman.
You just need to say that it's true.
And then Dennis will hand you the gun.
You stop that bomb and you can leave this world on your own terms.
Two words.
It's true.
Two words get fucked.
They're your terms, not mine.
Dennis!
Give me the gun!
Come on, Dennis.
Do you think that McCoy didn't know that Durkin had paid Dennis to shoot you?
No, neither do I.
And if you don't say those words,
then she's gonna come up smelling her roses
and you are gonna end up reeking of failure.
Is that what you want?
Stick together.
There it is.
All right, girls.
Where's you getting that goat?
The goat shop.
The thing is, we're gonna need to borrow this goat just for a minute.
No, we found it.
You know that psycho who poisoned the hell army?
He's wiped that goat with a load of explosives.
So if you don't hand it over, we're all gonna be in bits.
Literally.
Run!
Run with that goat!
We found the goat.
It's on the run.
Right, wait till bomb's spotted there.
We can't.
It's in with a load of people.
We've got to get it out of here.
All officers to Sindelley Market.
Miller.
Jonah, we found the bomb.
You'll have to give Terry Dactyl the heads up.
Copy that.
Give the goat apples one at a time.
Needed away from the marketplace to somewhere safe.
What Sindelley has needed for ages is a proper chief inspector.
But unfortunately, I couldn't find one.
I'm joking.
Ladies and gentlemen, DCI Terry Taylor.
Sir, Beckett's been found at Sindelley Arches.
Terry, what's going on?
They found Becky at Sindelley Arches.
I need to be there.
All right, well, remember, this is your chance to shine.
Whatever you do, I'll back you to the hilt.
Do it.
Excuse me, everybody.
Duty calls.
Race your classes.
DCI Terry Taylor.
Bonnie, you need to go till I can't find you here with us.
Dennis, just give me the gun.
Dennis.
Dennis, look at me.
Look at me, Dennis.
Come on.
I'll say it.
Come on.
Come on, Rizzo.
Randal.
All right, gents, can you do yourselves a favour and get gone?
Move, guys.
I need you to go down that way, please.
You too, madam.
Be safe, not cheeky.
Guys, with the bomb in the door, just move that way, please.
Clear the area.
Here.
Apples the oranges.
Time to be picky about your food, Randy.
Christ, wait there.
The gun!
Dennis!
Think of your kid.
Dennis!
It's an order.
DCI Taylor is on the scene.
He's now in command.
We're gonna run out of apples.
Thanks, Stu.
What I said about your dad before, I didn't mean it.
I need you.
I won't touch you with it.
It's too late for us.
Shh.
Do that.
Get out of the way.
Right about this, please.
Everyone stay in the area.
God damn you, kid.
Two minutes.
Hey, I can't stop you.
Stuart.
He can come in.
STUART!
You're up.
Mom.
I'm able.
I'm not a stu.
Babe, give us a minute.
Let's get the medics in now.
No, no, no, no.
Sweetheart, not you.
Not you.
How did you?
A leg there on the other side.
Mom, our brave boy is still in one place.
The other good news, there's no serious casualties.
Bad news is, Landscorpel Randolph is spread over four postcodes.
Hey, get a rumour and wiggle on.
Beckett's been shot.
I've got goats on me.
No, I tell her lies.
Past her.
You nearly said it.
I've got her, Badder. I'm going to get her.
Diana, what are you doing?
He killed Joy.
Diana, we need him alive.
Right, now.
Come on.
One, two, come on.
I thought he'd shot you.
I had to give the order.
I know.
Aside from one dead goat, no casualties from the bomb.
I had no choice.
Is he dead?
I don't know.
What was he saying?
What did he want?
You're just banging on about betrayal, loyalty,
being used by people you thought you could trust.
That sort of thing.
I'm a woman of my word.
Terry, I'll back you all the way.
My mate's back just entered the room.
You two met.
He was the one who was nearly not with us today.
But he is.
And he forgives you.
Like all Joy's friends, he must.
Because the day you pulled a gun on Caroline McCoy Joseph,
you were paid to miss, weren't you?
This could substantially change your defense.
Did Caroline McCoy pay for that stunter self?
One blink for yes.
Two blinks for no.
How many people would you need to shut this down?
Hospitals don't seem to need much help, these days.
No, no.
She was talking about the death certificate.
Well, there's always some what-sixth staff finishing shift.
Caroline McCoy doesn't know what he just chose to tell us.
Better still, she doesn't need to know if he's dead at all.
Has he gone?
Far from it, Caroline.
So, how can I help you, lads?
We're activating your operation dead, Beckett.
You met your match, didn't you?
We've an odd case transpiring.
Give me a minute to break it to diner.
I'll do it.
Don't you show.
Hey, hey.
Which dress for tonight?
If we don't get her now, we never will.
Oh, fuck.
This is karma.
No, stop breathing. No pulse.
I will be back!
If this backfires, that's the lot of us.
What?
Take a breath away.
I got something in it, Bo.
Viv?
We need to drink Caroline McCoy up.
Or I'm taking her out myself.
I'm not getting in.
Final web for no offence, 9 o'clock next Thursday,
10 o'clock tomorrow night, Channel 4,
the welcome return of the last leg,
plenty of wit and prosthetics.
Holidays next tonight, sadly the opposite of relaxing by the pool.
It's holidays from hell.