Caroline McCoy faked an assassination attempt
so she could win the vote and win the election.
It was Joy's wake and we were both so blind drawn.
Diana, sorry.
Detective Chief Inspector Terry Taylor is just the man for the job.
She's asked him to be her eyes and ears on Friday Street.
Especially you two.
I think she looked at someone.
I thought he'd shot you.
I had to give the order.
Diana, we need him alive.
One, two, come on.
We arrested your sister Faye yesterday.
Where the fuck were you?
You're about to be charged with the hate crime murder of Ava Landa.
Who? My woman of my word.
I'll pack you all the way.
Caroline McCoy doesn't know what he just chose to tell us.
Very still, she doesn't need to know if he's dead at all.
Has he gone?
Far from it, Caroline.
We saw the crash team dive in.
They've identified a bleed which they wouldn't otherwise have spotted.
So fingers crossed.
Straight up.
I'm with you, Caroline.
I ain't fucking gutted.
God bless you.
Call Miller for wet work.
I want Beckett's corpse shifted, pronto.
Open it.
Since you're asking for the favor.
Yeah.
Thanks.
I was wondering.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I just wanted to ask, who the fuck do you think you are asking for a favor from us?
Is Beckett dead or alive?
We're working out how to spin our defense, Dennis.
I know special branches involved.
So I know I probably won't even get a lawyer.
He's a friend.
We go back.
Is he dead or alive?
It's the very least I deserve.
OK.
For your information, I've just come from St. Mark's.
Forgot how to put it.
His body has a medical memory of survival.
He's gone back into surgery.
He said, let's worry about it now, then when he came in.
Respect for that.
What was it?
You know, we can't let you talk to him, Bonnie.
What? You just stood in there with an act of cruelty.
We.
You're meant to be in the other building.
DCI Taylor realizes he's seen you somewhere before.
Mind you, he probably thinks you all look alike.
The race is prick.
He can't be here, Bonnie.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
He's out there.
Dang, you're all fucking piece of shit.
You can't keep like it.
We've all called it to a rape.
I'd be there to be an answer to it.
That's what it would have been, but you met your match.
Stick it to the face, man.
Get up!
What did I do with that?
What?
I got that shit done under my fingernails.
Hey, hey.
I'd just gotten ready to go to a mates party.
When the door goes, I think it's the captain in up early, so I open the door.
And he just smiles and hovers and says, "Hi, it's Dean."
I says, "I've no recollection of him."
So I go to shut the door.
He blocks it with his foot and he pushes me back.
I try screaming, but he shoves the sock in my mouth.
And it's a dirty sock and all, so all I can taste
is feet.
Then he tries ripping my top off.
So I grab a ballpoint from the table.
I smack it in his ear.
He goes down screaming and he doesn't get up again.
I couldn't let him.
They're going to need to take some samples from you.
You do know we didn't get to stick anything in, don't you?
Well, it says his genitals were exposed during the fight.
Oh, yeah.
I got that with Michouno.
Oh, that won't see the light of day again for a while.
I'm glad I paired what I did for my shoes now, though.
You never know, do you?
Ray Piston introduces himself with his full name, Dean Wain.
How's that smile if you don't want catching?
Unless he was planning to kill her.
66.
I think Stephen's cousin.
Sulfur S-65-70C.
What's your special story, Dean?
It was an invitation.
From Christine?
Yeah.
To Rayper?
Yes.
And what did she do wrong, Dean?
Say no.
Yes.
But I am in, as you like it, the club.
Being a membership-only rape fantasy forum, all right,
which is nearly 300 credit a year.
I got an introduction, do you know what I mean?
I had to sign all kinds of bonds.
Bonds being?
A chance of engagement, that's...
You normally get a warning if you're in for a piece,
do you know what I mean?
They are the rules.
I'm giving the rape case to DCI Taylor.
Oh, not that. No, he's not that.
Yeah, but it's pointedly not a rape case, is it?
I'm God.
But the interview I just observed makes it skewy enough to keep him occupied.
We're activating your operation dead Beckett.
I'm about to break it to Terry.
We're gonna need him out of the way.
Fair dues.
Oh, you'll be gutted when it's broken to you.
Brief the others.
Tell them anyone who wants to pull out, it's now or never.
Scratch that last bit.
Just say it's now.
George Beckett's pulling through, sir.
We're unexpectedly hopeful.
How you thinking death threats, sir? We've all had him.
Not as many as me.
When the Diddums brothers went to jail and sent me threats,
I got drunk and wrote back to them.
Get your facts right.
Maisie Gillespie was in charge of that team.
Pick on her.
And that's how I ended up back at the bottom.
Still, at least I don't have a death on my Christian conscience.
Oh, he's still pissing down his leg and slavering a grudge.
But given the original odds, we still have good hands on big evidence.
Well, I appreciate the update, Inspector.
Terry, um...
I know you must be up to your eyes and stuff, but I have a favour to ask.
We've an odd case transpiring.
Now, it's going to require careful handling by a senior officer,
and I simply don't have the time.
What are we looking at?
It's an attempted rape case.
She was all alone, but she kicked seven bells out of him.
He was the only physical casualty,
but Milada was a member of a rape fantasy introduction club.
He says he entered into a contract with a woman for invasive rape fantasy protocol.
Recordings of the interview, Ma'am?
Oh, yes.
Jonah, I'm asking DCI Taylor to take over this case.
Ma'am?
Oh, Jonah, you'll still be attached, but Dinah, well...
This case is going to require more patience and wisdom
than Sergeant Kowalska's got right now, quite frankly.
Terry will look after you. Watch and learn.
Oh, give me a minute to break it to Dinah.
No, don't sweat it, Viv. She doesn't like me anyway.
I'll do it.
So, did this last strike you as some kind of head the ball?
Not in the lease, so...
But it's the nut in the lease club that always turned out to be
at the very least head the balls.
So let's start there and save us some taxes, eh?
Yeah.
Right case, you know what I'm saying?
Yeah.
Here it is, I speak to you.
Why has she asked you?
She's got the face.
No, no.
Cross the face for her, Mrs.
Can I buy another burn if I want off you?
Mine got a nicks at me back last night.
All I've lost it, cos her face was still there.
Help yourself.
Offer a good reward and always take a gift.
Those are just the ones out to confiscate from me, ma'am.
Just to kick me joypot.
Come over here.
This'll cheer you up.
That Terry thinks that he's breaking bad news to Diana over there.
Viv?
Don't give a hell...
Hey, hey, hey!
The fuck?
She was there, that.
Ma'am, we're all unanimous in thinking that Terry is feeding back to Mackay.
With respect, I'd like to hear that for myself. If I'm going to pull this one off, I'm going to need a covert credit line.
There's nothing I can do with my own active budgets that want to alert Terry.
I've had an open dialogue with special branches before I resigned.
It'll have to be on their tab.
Remind them.
The last 40 grand this dumped up yielded very good rewards.
We got Beckett.
He's not a bank.
His biggest temptation is going to be wanting to share of the spoils.
It's going to be known as a joint operation.
Where did you just come from?
I'm from the North. I'm from the North. Where did you just come from?
Come in the side.
It's locked.
Beckett's Trainers.
Oh, not on the Granite Island.
Souls of which are caked with layers of oil, carbon monoxide and human urine.
So where does piss oil and carbon monoxide like to hang out?
Car parks.
There's over a thousand car parks in Manchester.
Trainers, if you'll just let me finish the thought,
also carry traces of freshly laid tarmac.
Only three car parks have been re-timed back to the last month.
And Dave Hetherington, a cover Albion donor, owns this one right here.
My guess is that this is where Beckett's been hiding himself all this time.
Well, if he has, it might give us some detail to make Caroline take the bait.
No.
How soon can you get a team down there?
Can I ask, what's the benefit of keeping Beckett alive?
To persuade McCoy that he might have struck a deal with us.
We need to force her hand.
We're going to be about actually wheeling out a corpse to scare her.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
I'm not touching it.
Yeah, and how state he's going to be in.
Well, the last time I saw what the mortuary team had done,
he looked more shaggable than any of us.
My team are picking me up in 10.
What do I do about my share for later?
God, see this.
God, good girl.
Only your money.
Hi, Christine.
This is Brady Manley.
She's from the rape crisis support team.
She's not with us.
We just arrived together.
How are you?
All right.
DCI Taylor.
Terry.
You've been gardening, Christine.
I have.
I live on a roundabout.
They've been planting crocuses.
Nightmare. But it's a smell, isn't it, nature? Take a seat, please.
Have you done it before?
His record's pristine.
So why am I the first?
Why me?
Um, it's actually your own personal history that we're concerned about.
So you're not going to be able to say anything? Well, I'm not. I'm not going to be able to say anything. I'm not going to say anything. I'm not going to say anything. I'm not going to say anything. Your own personal history that we're concerned about.
We have you requesting a hookup on a rape fantasy message board.
You have not.
Oh, but we have.
This is the ISP from the desktop in your spare bedroom.
Do you mind if I go up and check on that?
No, we brought that karma.
He's the only other person that has ever had me computer passworded.
How are you spelling that, Christine?
The H, the rest is the same.
What?
The patient in Beckett's bed has got a totally different blood group.
We're awaiting DNA results.
You let him go?
He switched the other patient for the subterfuge.
How?
We do not know.
The medic's only realised when he untaped his tubes
and found his nose bent completely the other way like an Irish spud.
So you let him go?
Hang on, who are you contacting now?
Above you.
Cos if I am to be guaranteed protection, you need to get out of sight, mate.
Hang on, hang on, hang on.
Wait, wait, Viv.
Can you just wait here until somebody else turns up and then fuck off?
Hiya, Terry.
Listen, Viv's incompetence is scaring me shitless now
and I will put that on record on Twitter, on YouTube in the next hour
if my security is not doubled until Beckett is found.
How is Terry only hearing about this now?
I sent him three confidential memos
and the last two hours he hasn't returned.
Because he hasn't received them.
Your inbox is full, sir.
It would help if he read any.
Is something wrong?
No.
Just, um...
Results from my GP.
Having dreading, if I'm honest.
You're all right, sweetheart.
Yeah, no, I'd rather not go into detail, but it's a weight off my shoulders.
Medical weight.
Listen, Viv, I'm sorry about how I just spoke to you.
If your mum's sick, I'll make sure that you're covered, Caroline.
So, how can I help you, lads?
Karma, you recently went to court against your sister, Christine,
over the matter of 1.5 million from your father's estate.
You told your sister you were going to
make a pay for contesting your father's will.
I made her pay.
I won.
Last night, a man forced entry to your sister's house and tried to rape her.
And you think that were me?
I'm allibied by about 200 people,
because last night I was picking up no fewer than five industry awards.
And that's the first thing you say, not "House Christine."
If you and Christine were left equal amounts by the same father,
on what grounds was the will contested?
Because I had to wish we were a straining order against her.
In one night, Christine spray-painted all my outdoor vehicles with thieving twat.
26 cars, which backfired on all of us.
13 sales staff and their performances, because she didn't specify which twat.
Five different stencils she used.
One of them had a reindeer antlers on it.
Daff, bitch.
Because...
Because it's like February now.
Okay.
Listen lads, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave now.
So you entered her house.
Not true.
And you used a password on her computer, a password that she'd given you in 2017.
Not true.
Fingerprints are all over the spare bedroom and the desktop.
Listen, it wouldn't take 500 quid for my lawyer to zip your mouth.
So shut.
Sir!
Where you going?
V.C. Mitchell wasn't finished.
Yes, I stayed at her home while my dad was still alive.
Before she made herself the enemy.
And I've got at least a dozen witnesses who can corroborate that.
Going back at least two years.
Course my dabs are all over the place.
Presumably not in the last eight weeks though.
Not by invitation anyway.
Course not.
It kicked off.
So how are your prints on a brand new trackpad that she bought only two weeks ago?
Better than that mate.
You also sorta checked your bank account whilst on a laptop.
Just after you put a name on the website.
You can delete search history all you like to dodge the wife.
But we have means.
Whoops.
You stripped her of everything for your father's money.
Wasn't that enough?
The information that you are about to see will
remain confidential to the people in this room only.
And no written reference anywhere.
Are we clear?
Ah!
Yeah, wins respect.
I'm busting me nuts here waiting to see their faces ma'am.
So can we get on?
Right.
This car hasn't been moved for weeks.
The attendant says it's on a long stay ticket.
Cloned plates.
Beckett's name is nowhere near it.
There's very little to look at.
But the interior is crawling with Beckett's DNA.
We found this receipt scrunched under the passenger seat.
For provisions from the 7-Elevens's nearest the car park.
Cash sale, there's no traceable card.
So footage from said branch of 7-Elevens's.
Focus on the female with sunglasses and a hoodie.
When she reaches for purse.
Caroline McCoy.
Jesus.
The receipt found in the footwell means we can directly connect her to Beckett
from the contents of that sale.
No way are we going to court with this.
Only this?
But it shortcuts everything.
Yeah, it does.
She'll just say that her bag just got lifted off camera.
That's not what I'm on about.
We asked McCoy to meet Beckett where they usually met.
And she shows up with that 100k.
We have her on all counts.
She needs to see Beckett to believe him with moving parts.
McCoy is doing a public Q&A at the town hall later.
I mean the crowd will mean she can't get two gloves.
Well you could if you wanted to.
I got the lads at the mortuary to load in with latex and formaldehyde combo.
You could probably literally get Beckett to bend over backwards for you.
Right.
These two we know as regular line-up volunteers but...
Look of makeup artist.
I know one.
Yeah, mine's already working for us.
Mum. Sarge, get over here.
What?
Terry?
Ah. Tried to find you.
I thought you were still interrogating.
Sorry sir.
Can I get my phone back please?
Sir's run out of juice, ma'am.
I was after saying, ta-da.
Me and my lad over here just nailed about 12 decent convictions on them.
Massive?
Oh. Same old, same old.
Born shite.
Oh and listen.
I used all my juice trying to clear out the
backlog of messages and emails from all of you lot.
Most of them saying not enough.
Now, I have told Madam Mayor that it was an embarrassing lapse of communication
that won't happen again.
Come on.
Jonah, how quietly can you get us in there?
Who's us, man?
We're in half-past.
Terry has just shot into the laughs with potential several strands of information.
Now, I need to know who he's talking to on your phone.
Please.
Knock, knocking one out.
Who?
He guards name, cracks a rape case and goes for a wench.
Oh.
What?
Two minutes.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
Quick.
Terry's collapse is stuck in the cubicle.
Somebody get an ambulance.
Where's the D-fibrel in?
Do we think he's having an heart attack?
In the middle of a wank.
I had Trisha's taken.
We've got a medical emergency on our floor.
Terry Taylor, thank you, I'm here with my over.
Somebody said he's having an heart attack,
so just get the guys to step in it, yeah?
Oh, you're not coming.
If he dies during a wank, he's still going to have his knob out.
No.
Yeah, he's not breathing.
No pulse.
I'm already up with that D-fibrel.
Call that.
Can we cover that up before we zap him?
Just in case.
All clear?
Down clear.
Shocking.
Shock, you're moving.
All right, what's going on?
He's pulling through.
We're not yet sure what's medical patini.
Drop like a sack of shit, knocking one out.
Oh, you're not making this up.
You couldn't know that unless someone else was there.
He had his eye pad with him.
Still linked to a police fetish site,
not an ounce of imagination.
Truth be told, I put him to good work today.
And I bet it was a full eight-hour day
that popped his nuts.
Oh, you've seen her officer to good work.
Yes, to very good results.
Two solid convictions.
Oh, fine.
I will remember how you used that phrase, Inspector.
Listen, what haven't we ended up doing?
No one's going near me yet.
Let's check if she's here.
You all right?
Hey, you shaking?
I badly need this to work, Spike.
I want--
Hey, we?
We need to string Caroline McCoy up.
Or I'm taking her out myself.
We, Diana?
I'm stopping the bad joy.
Hey, hey.
Hey.
I gotta stop thinking about you.
Welcome back, Mum.
Same from all of us, Mum.
Despite the circumstances.
Yeah, Diana, it just reminded me why we're
giving this all we've got.
Full house, Spike.
This is Ginny the Spinner.
All right, let's get crack in love.
You do what you want with me, huh?
All right.
Within reason.
Look at this email.
That's Caroline McCoy's running order for tonight.
She's virtually written Terry's script for him.
That's a lousy script.
She's never sounded this bright.
I love this bit.
As Hecla will be evicted, Caroline McCoy will call him
back and address his questions.
Fucking fraud.
Her mother will be turning in her grave.
Look what this is all set out for.
She's going to disband every council member
and get them to reapply for their jobs.
McCoy already sees Beckett's demands as credible.
But we are going to plant Spike as Beckett in the town hall.
Now, the receipt, we can't pin on it.
As long as she turns up at the correct undisclosed location.
And there's no reason to think she won't.
Your team needs to know if this backfires,
that's the lot of us.
Which dress for tonight?
I'm inspired by the red.
Fine, but I'm not going to sit and watch you try
on on clothes again.
It's like severe delays on a long off-line.
I'm going to take this to Terry myself.
Once the lab have copied the shit out of it.
Miller will be three times faster and 10 times less risk
of Yakety Yak from any fifth goldenness.
Stuart's had a car.
Someone's come through with my phone.
Oh, decent reward.
Well, I offered 20 quid.
I want to mend 10.
Now, you go and get your phone whilst Beckett's
getting dead pulled.
And I want you back here for the briefing
an hour before kick off, yeah?
Yeah, thanks, ma.
Let's smash it.
Excuse me.
Oh, hello.
Hiya.
Um, are you Ruby?
If you are, I'm Tegan.
Think we spoke on the phone about my phone?
Of course.
I'm sorry, yes, it's here.
I've just found out we're being audited in the morning.
First time the shred has been used in eight weeks.
Oh, I had no idea you were a policeman.
I didn't even have a look at that with that.
Oh, don't worry about it.
Honestly, relax.
Open the card.
Have a drink on me.
Oh, no.
I didn't find it.
It was Mr. Force to the bus.
But don't offer him money.
He's a born again.
You make his day just turning up.
Straight through those double doors.
First set on the left.
I'm sorry, love, police or not.
I can't let any transmitting devices through.
That's what sent all the printers into orbit.
8,000 flyers for a village-fitting tablet.
Population like eight.
Even car keys can block the frequency sometimes.
Yeah, that's it.
Oi, Rubik!
Oi!
You know what?
I have to get a fish, you two-faced bitch.
OK.
What?
Oi!
Hurry up!
Madam Mayor.
Just a second.
What's going on, Liv?
Terror is in intensive care.
Oh, my god.
It's not Beckett.
Why Beckett?
Listen, he's threatened everyone else.
Emma, listen.
I've been asked to take over your security.
Well, you can't.
I meant you've got too much on your plate.
Probably.
Yeah, but I came to be near you.
I helped you dodge the last bullet, didn't I?
Well, Terry has promised me armed police.
All their undercover armed imposition.
Don't you sweat.
If Beckett shows his face, I've asked them to aim low.
They can blow his bollocks off, but I want his gob in tact
so you and me both can hear what he's got to say for itself.
Your mam's on my shoulders.
So you're well covered.
Yeah, thanks.
Short time, kid.
Can you all start taking your things, please?
Thank you.
You look like me in a big room watching.
Looks like a Bundaberg.
Oh, you're up your desk.
I'm going to do what needs doing across my heart.
Take her breath away.
Breath away.
Go, go, go, go.
This Q&A will be streaming live, folks.
So do we any questions too?
But nothing rude.
I know what you're like.
Apologies, ladies and gentlemen.
She's had a bit of medical news today.
Use your imaginations and cut her some slack.
What happened up there?
I've tried to find you.
Give us a call back, will you, sweetheart?
Jonah and Stuart will be in position.
She's headed towards Beckett.
We need to get there way before she does.
Hey.
Hey, wait.
Wait.
The idea into PCO, Connell, where are you?
In position ahead of McCoy, Mum.
Stuart, Segan's been kidnapped.
I've sent a unit to drive you back to base.
Where's Tegan from?
Anyway, it's not Bangladeshi.
It's for Google Daily.
I hate it for you.
Whatever this is, you can stop it right now.
Were you just pretending to be Welsh to sound invisible?
Because it didn't work, did it?
No, Mum's Welsh.
Blue, white Welsh.
Listen, Fay, you're like, you need to think this through.
Your dad's not.
You weren't.
That's you.
Back in the day, right?
How come you stopped wearing the letterbox?
You lay a finger on me, and you could be facing lies.
If I get sent down.
But it won't be for a crime I didn't commit, like,
murdering some half-dead Jew.
You were banned to rights on that,
and you shouldn't have been so sloppy--
Of all the Indians that I had nightmares about,
this weren't one of them being beaten to death by some fuckbird.
Come on, Cameron.
You're up first.
Did she have to hear my name?
What's it matter?
She's getting torched with the rest of it.
Oh, and when you get to Paradise,
wait for Professor Miller.
Yeah, tell him I said thank you for getting me sent down.
He's really made it worth my while, because he's next.
Come here.
You need to know why this was sent to me.
Fay Caddy took her a night.
How she was in prison on a murder charge?
She was released on bail last night.
And why I said the only evidence against her was forensic.
And that Fay believed that evidence
was forensically tainted.
It's not.
She may have had a point.
She threatened my kid, Viv.
Oh, Viv, all the most--
We need an APB on Fay Caddy and all of Albion.
Ma'am, we need to abort Operation McCoy.
PC Thompson's life is at stake, and I cannot lose another.
Agreed.
Viv, wait.
McCoy smelled all right as soon as we
told that Becca was still alive.
She's been years ahead of us since day one.
Who's to say she hasn't pulled this herself
just to get us off her back?
If we don't get her now, we never will.
Stay on her.
I'll find Tegan.
Miller, go with Diana.
No way would Fay kidnap a cop.
She doesn't even know McCoy.
McCoy set this up as a distraction.
Fay was released yesterday with this judge's name
all over the paperwork.
Then please, we both know what Fay's capable of.
Who's left for me to screw over?
This is literally a stay-out-of-jail card signed
by DCI Merchant saying you helped us catch Becca,
nail the mayor, and save a police officer's life.
Now both your records will be sealed by a judge.
You'll get to know your kid.
Our cousin Cameron got out of strange ways last week.
He's devoted to Fay.
His dad had an industrial estate.
Cameron got it when he died.
He's got over 30 factories.
Fay's doing invisible shit.
She's doing it there.
Come on, get in the area.
No!
Get in!
You all right? Right.
Put it in its place.
No!
Fuck!
Come on, Cameron.
Cameron.
Don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
Stop taking them out.
Come on.
Cameron, come on!
Cameron, please.
Dinah, two kids coming up on the right.
They look like spotters.
Be careful.
I said spotters go past.
What's she trying to pull?
They're not stupid.
Sorry, mate.
Did you call in the leak?
What?
That's leak.
There's postcode.
No.
There's a busted mains round here.
If you can't smell too good, stay away from drains mainly.
Which drains?
Penny.
Did you call in faith?
Good call, Sarge.
Yeah.
How many are there?
Right, you keep your eye on them, darling.
I'd want to see both hands.
Well, it's not actually a movie.
Find a natural way to show me both,
then she'll know she's safe.
How does the lighting look if I do that?
Perfect.
Actually, that is perfect.
Well, she's less than two clicks away.
OK, folks, if no, I'll never.
Can you see the signal?
Move!
She went, that isn't faith.
The phone is pinging off.
Cut it, man.
Liv, without another call to faith,
we can't lock a location.
If McCoy's behind all this--
Get her to phone safe.
We need another ping to that number.
Oh, God, help me again.
You killed our fucking mate, did you?
Who goes there?
Action stations.
Cut them on.
You can fuck off.
I'm not getting in.
Caroline, police that gun on the ground and step away.
Say, draw the gun!
On the floor!
Draw the gun!
Who the fuck is he?
Last bit said a real bucket.
He died when you thought he did.
That's the trap, men.
Right.
What?
Now, they will let me smash your lying teeth in
if I feel like it, which I do.
You had faith, have you released, to cause me him?
Faith has taken one of my officers hostage.
But you didn't intend the first cop to die.
No doubt I will prove part of your defense.
But a fucking cop, call a faith, cut it now!
Where are you going?
Now, I'll throw it.
You two get behind her and you'll be sound.
Move!
What the fuck are you doing?
It's useless!
Useless!
Fucking ice!
I'll drop it!
Right!
I'll drop it!
That was the first photo that a guy ever took of me.
Some white guy.
Said he liked my eyes.
So I gave him my number.
And then he spat in my eyes and said,
"Now you've got my number."
So, yeah, I ditched her letterbox
and then went back to my mum's name.
And now you don't know what you're looking at
because I haven't for a long while!
We've got it.
Let's go.
You've just given us your location.
And you've given yourself 20 years.
Now you could be 50 when you get out.
And if you harm my officer, you're looking at double.
No!
Whose turn is it to take a cue now?
It's over the cellar.
It's diesel, not petrol.
What?
No!
Ow!
When Dennis finds out what you are,
he'll cut that baby out, yeah.
Who do you think told us about Cameron's and Eric's?
Dennis knows, Faye.
And the only thing he'll be cutting
is his son's cord when he's born.
No.
No!
No, wait, wait!
Oh, wait!
He stitched me up!
All previous charges are dropped
because these supersede them.
The only evidence going to trial, Faye, is you.
Ow!
Oh, my God, where were you?
I was on the way.
And I'm here.
Miller.
Take it out.
Words fail me.
If I could do what you could do, I would have done the same.
I'm so sorry, master.
You were right. I'm a knob.
I'm a selfish knob.
Thanks.
Good luck.
Call me.
Thank you, too.
Probably won't.
And, um, you know that kid?
The boy.
How old was he?
He tried to rape you, Tegan.
He's a knob kid.
Doctor Peep is on the way in. She's all yours.
Perfect of luck.
Mm.
It's true. It's that we got Mackay back to rights, so...
there'll be drinks, which Doctor Peep can never avoid, so...
I don't want to talk about shit.
Now, can you stop up?
And you come to my office.
Are you ready?
I'm ready.
I held you literally 20 minutes after you were born.
You were the size of a turkey and didn't make a peep.
I've never seen anyone since I knew in all my life.
You're after this.
Remorse.
Tears.
Cos I square plenty.
I want my daughter back.
You can fuck off with that.
I was never your daughter.
I was never the plan.
Joy's death was out of my hands, and you know that.
From where I'm standing, it's all over them.
I thought you loved me being me.
I'd have had your back.
Truly.
You're not going to see D'alette for a very long time, Caroline.
I hope you can feel your ma'am on your shoulders.
Cos I can.
You know, the first chapter of the book I'll
write when I've got me's third time is you.
Starting all of this by pushing me into a bullet that was meant to mace.
I'll barrel cook you!
I know you lot think I've only ever read William Blake, but...
Hold up, Spine.
Drive your carton, your plough, over the bones of the dead. If Blake was a manic depressive, pick another quick. It's not a suggestion. It's an imperative if we all want to move on. Go on.
Ow!
Oh, my God!
Woo, look at that.
We're going to spend this on us.
What's wrong with that? It's a waste of time. I'm going to spend this on you. I'm going to spend this on you. I'm going to spend this on you. I'm going to spend this on us.
For joy.
But first, this is on me.
When I say it's about leadership, it's not about me.
We've all led each other.
So to each other.
To each other, I have to touch on you.
Well done.
No.
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