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I had a fling with that barrister.

I could so get Nick with this.

And it'll emerge you PNC'd his car for no legitimate reason whatsoever.

It isn't just me for whom the shit would hit the fan.

It'll be Carl Norris, too. You know what he's capable of.

They're bringing the review team in. Her ex, Dave Murray.

This is Geoff. I was at school with his sister.

Veronica Hastings. She was murdered.

It's Geoff.

I love you.

Still in resus. They're prepping her for theatre.

NICK: Do you want me to come and pick you up?

Yeah, could you? I've not got a car.

Right.

See you at teatime.

Don't go overdoing it.

I'll come with you.

Why?

Just say hello to everybody.

(CHEERING)

Thank you, Sir.

Hip hip ALL: Hooray!

Hip-hip Hooray!

Hip-hip Hooray!

Ohh.

Can I have one? Course you can, handsome.

Thank you, Andy.

You planned this.

Erm... thank you. Erm...

Well, I don't know what to say. There's a novelty (!)

(LAUGHTER)

But, no, erm... thank you, all of you, for all of your support and...

Thank you.

Gill sends her apologies. She's on her way.

We've just picked one up in Wythenshawe.

But she's asked me to say welcome back. We've all missed you.

Place hasn't been the same without you

and we're just delighted you're here all in one piece.

Some people will do anything to have three months off.

We thought we'd finally got rid of you, Janet.

(HIGH-PITCHED) Beam me up, Scotty. (LAUGHTER)

You knew about this.

Get a room (!)

(POP) Whoo! Hey!

BOY ON TAPE: 'I need you to send me an ambulance, please.'

OPERATOR: 'Can you tell me what happened?'

BOY: 'He's been shot. Somebody shot him.

He... he's all bleeding, he's... Shit!'

OPERATOR: 'Is he conscious?' BOY: 'No! His head's...

Oh, God. Oh, my God.'

OPERATOR: 'I've got an ambulance on its way to you now, love.

Tell me, is the person who shot him still there?

Can you hear me, love?'

Kid's hung up. Wasn't at the scene when the paramedics arrived.

Victim was still breathing. 14-year-old Dylan Holroyd.

The bullet went through his mobile phone straight into his earhole.

Shattered the phone, part of which is lodged inside his brain.

They get him to hospital. Catastrophic damage.

The whole skull gone on the side.

But the surgeon manages to remove the phone fragments from his brain.

But the kid dies anyway at quarter-past-four this morning.

So I'm trying to pin down an outside telecom specialist

to reconstruct the phone from the fragments. Is that possible?

We'll find out, won't we?

The lad that left the message, according to the victim's mum,

is his best mate, Frank Goff, 15 years old.

Goff? Division picked him up at stupid o'clock this morning

sat in a garage forecourt crying his eyes out.

He's downstairs now refusing to speak to anyone, so that interview's a priority.

Janet. Welcome back, cock.

How you fixed for trying to get a statement out of this kid?

What's Her Ladyship so cheerful about?

Well, there's an ugly rumour circulating the corridors

that she's got a new fella.

Ooh! Good for her.

Waiting for you to get back to get the gossip out of her.

And what about you, madam? Spring in your step.

Don't think I haven't noticed.

You'll think I'm nuts. Why?

Nick.

He's changed.

He's had such a kick in the teeth over the last few months.

I really think he's realised a few things.

He was there that whole week when we didn't know whether you were...

I was all over the place. I had... no-one to go home to. And he cared.

I didn't fall for it straightaway, Janet.

It's not like we're... living together... yet.

Taking it steady. Going in with my eyes open.

His divorce is coming through.

He's a different person, honestly.

If you met him, you would see.

Right.

Let's get this lad talking.

Are you all right? Hey, Janet.

Erm... no.

No. No, I'm not.

Do you know what I think?

I think Nick knows you could make life very uncomfortable for him

knowing what you know about him sleeping with that juror.

He's desperate to stay on the right side of you.

And, yeah - not that it's any of my business -

I DO think you're nuts.

And, erm... can you do me a favour?

And this is my business.

The next time you PNC a vehicle for your own purpose,

or perjure yourself in court,

or disclose confidential information to Nick,

can you not tell me about it?

He's frightened, Janet.

Of what?

What you frightened of, Frank?

Talking.

To the police.

That's why he called from the call box. That's why he legged it.

He's frightened whoever did it will come after him next if he doesn't keep his mouth shut.

Frank, nobody needs to know that you've talked to us.

The way we record your evidence,

it can all be done absolutely anonymously.

Frank...

we have to start somewhere and you found Dylan.

Makes you a very important person.

Don't you think we owe it to Dylan to find out who did this to him?

He was your best mate, weren't he?

Do you not think he deserves it?

Anonymous?

Yes.

I was in the bathroom.

Which bathroom? Dylan's bathroom.

We were just watching the telly.

I went for a wee. Yeah?

And then...

I heard the door being kicked in.

Which door?

Front door.

And this voice going...

'You're gonna die.'

Are we, er... cutting this cake, Janet?

Of course.

Got a second, Jan? Erm... yeah, sure.

Andy.

Erm... you lot help yourselves.

(MUTTERS) I don't know why I fucking bother.

How's the lad?

In shock.

Struggling.

I had a phone call last week

from the psychologist that's been dealing with Geoff Hastings.

You're under no obligation to say yes, given Hastings stabbed you.

But he's wanting to know if you'd be interested in helping him. How?

Hastings won't talk about the killings.

They've had tier five interviewers going in from HQ and got nothing from him.

He says if YOU go in, he'll talk.

We're aware that it's unorthodox - To put it mildly.

And you would have to undergo a psychological assessment yourself.

And as I say, you're under no obligation - No.

No. Fine.

(DISTANT SIREN)

TV: 'At least 21 people have been killed over three days of protests

across the country...' (KEY IN DOOR)

Hey.

You know, I spent ages organising the balloons, the helium, all the other shit.

All anyone else had to do was pick stuff up

and she talks to me like bollocks and everyone else is fucking wonderful. Why?

TV: '...surgeons in cities such as Kabul...'

Do you wanna marry me?

I'm proposing to you. Do you wanna marry me?

Well, I, erm...

I can't, not until - After the divorce goes through.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

I didn't think so.

Have you... ?

What? Been at the bottle? Yeah.

You know... she implied...

No, she didn't imply. She said it.

She said the only reason you're going out with me

is because you're frightened I'll wreck your life

if you don't stay on the right side of me. Are you?

No.

But you don't wanna marry me.

Look, I wish you wouldn't talk to your colleagues.

Am I just kidding myself?

About what? About this. About us.

I wish you wouldn't drink.

You drink. But to that extent before you even get here.

Did Caroline not like a little drink? Can we not talk about Caroline?

Or Martine. What about her?

You know, I said to her, I said, 'He's changed.'

But Janet cuts straight to the chase, goes right for the jugular.

Rachel, I have changed,

and I don't give a damn what Janet thinks or says.

I just think getting married is...

It's a big step. She's right, though, in't she?

I don't know because you haven't told me what she said yet!

Just protecting your paltry little carcass.

That is just rubbish.

First thing in the morning I'm going to Godzilla's office

to tell her about you and your juror friend. I might do it right now.

Rachel... What? Don't make calls when you're pissed?

Or only in emergencies.

All right, look, we'll get married.

What? We'll get married.

If this is what it takes to prove to you that I love you, we'll get married.

I just wish you wouldn't get like this!

Sorry.

That's all right.

Is it? Yeah.

I had a really shit day after she'd had a go at me.

I've never fallen out with her. Well, not for more than ten minutes.

I just started to think things, so I'm sorry.

You've been smoking.

Yeah. Sorry.

I'll go and brush my teeth.

Can we lose these balloons, please, ladies?

No, you're all right. I'll do it (!)

Oh. Sorry.

You know I organised all this stuff.

Everyone wanted to do it but it was muggins here who did stuff.

Well, it was very nice. I appreciated it. Thank you.

Why is it that perfectly intelligent, seriously-attractive women

end up with blokes that aren't fit to polish their boots?

I could say that about you and Adrian.

Ade might have one or two faults

but you can hardly compare him to that arrogant prick.

He's asked me to marry him.

Oh, that's clever. Then you can't be compelled to give evidence against him

if anyone tries to send him down for sleeping with the jury. Piss off.

Open your eyes. He's changed.

Open your eyes, Rachel.

Hello. What's up?

It's Sammy. It's fine. It's his A-levels.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way.

Don't you think, right in the middle of his exams,

is the wrong time for you to be taking up with another man?

How dare you?

After all the turmoil and upheaval and disruption you caused that boy.

How dare you?

He's not happy. That's rubbish.

This is about you, not him.

Despite the fact you walked out on me and him,

despite the fact you were at it with all and sundry for God knows how long,

you can't stand the idea I could get into bed with someone else, can you?

Hypocrite.

I knew you'd take it the wrong way. On your bike, mush.

I've told him if he wants to move in with me and Emma for a while,

he's more than welcome. He seemed quite keen.

How have you managed that, then? Promised to buy him a car?

No, Dave, you can't do that.

I told him I would buy him a car when he got his A-level results,

IF they were good enough, so you'd better retract that promise.

I'm not retracting a thing.

You fucking arsehole.

Cheerio.

(TYRES SCREECH)

(THUD)

(SMASH)

Off-duty police officer, collar number 11-23-1.

We've got a kid hit by a car. We need an ambulance.

Woodford Road in Chadderton.

Yeah, she's conscious but had her legs taken out from under her.

You'll be all right. We've got an ambulance on its way.

Hold her hand. Don't be frightened.

Oi, I wanna talk to you! Police!

Oi!

DC Bailey, MIT, chasing a man running away from an RTC.

He's injured a teenage girl. He's on his toes.

Heading along Eastfield Avenue towards The Broadway.

Oi!

(TYRES SCREECH) (HORN BLARES)

Stop!

Move out of the way!

(SICKENING THUD)

Will do. Thanks. Ta-ta.

Traffic says the car was stolen.

The dead man they've identified as Daniel Tippet, 26 years old.

Small-time dickhead. In and out of prison more times than you've had hot dinners.

Three times over the limit. How's the girl?

Shattered pelvis. Fractured skull.

Ugh.

What?

Carl Norris.

What about Carl Norris?

Dunno. Some connection.

Maybe this Tippet was one of his mob.

Anyway, death by misadventure.

No human involved. Just one lowlife no longer on the streets. End of.

You all right?

Yeah. That's the main thing.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Yep? Nick.

'Hi.' Hi.

Yeah?

The guy last night had something to do with Carl Norris.

Are you there?

Yeah. How do you mean? Er... how do you know?

Because Godzilla's just told me.

The Traffic Inspector from D Division just rang her up.

But, erm... so, erm...

'So, it wasn't an accident.

That car was supposed to hit me.'

What I'm wondering is how the hell - What?

Have you spoken to him? Don't be ridiculous.

'Well, how would he know?' Rachel, I don't know!

'I don't think he did. I-I'm sure he didn't know anything about it.

It was... it was just an accident. You...

Obviously it was.

I mean, he has any number of people hanging around in Manchester...'

Carl Norris. I mean...

'God. Erm...

Look, er, I gotta go. Er... I'm due in chambers.'

Right.

'I'll call you later, yeah?'

I'm not overreacting.

Yes, well, I'm sorry if you think it sounds like I'm shouting.

Oh, well, thanks for that, Sammy. Thank you. That REALLY makes my day.

Yeah, you do that.

You do that, kid. Fine.

Sammy... ?

Problems?

He's gone to live with him... and the whore,

who doesn't nag him like I do or talk to him like he's a baby.

So, isn't she fabulous (?) Why's he gone there? Cos they're punishing me.

Why? Cos I've been seeing someone.

Oh. How dare you try and have a life and a career at the same time

while pretending you can be anything resembling a decent mother (!)

It's not funny. She wrecked my marriage

and now she's twirling my son right in the middle of his A-levels.

He'll be back inside a week.

Watch this space.

And if he isn't, I'll ring the little sod up and tell him what I think of him.

So, erm...

who is he, this... someone that you're seeing?

Chris Latham.

That DS from the NPIA that came in to help with the Lynn Stott murder.

Oh, my God.

Gill Murray's got a toy boy.

You know, I-I am not the one who cheated

so why am I made to feel like an irresponsible shit parent?

I'm sorry to break it to you

but there's different rules for men and women here on earth.

Do you wanna be a sergeant?

I - You've got the exams.

Well, yes, but - But?

Why would I want to be - Andy's leaving.

Why?

Think about it.

Also, think about - and tell me to do one -

but Geoff Hastings.

They think there may be other victims.

Ones that have never turned up.

We need to get him talking.

You know, I'm amazed that anyone would consider it

anything resembling appropriate

to put me in the same room as that man.

How do you know I wouldn't go in there and rip his face off?

You know, it's one thing what he did to me,

but it's what he put my children through that really pisses me off.

This request has come through the head of MIT.

He thought it WOULD be appropriate to approach you

because, number one, you can say no,

and no-one will think any the less of you. I certainly won't.

Number two, he has so much respect for you.

He thinks you can handle it,

and it's obviously important.

Can I think about it?

Of course.

Sorry if I spoke out of turn.

I don't want to fall out with you, Rache. Just the opposite.

I don't wanna see you getting mucked about by...

What?

I don't think it was an accident.

Last night.

I think I was targeted.

I think I'm meant to be dead.

Targeted?

He - the dead bloke -

worked for Carl Norris.

No?

No. So -

So... how does Norris know about what I know

about how Nick compromised Norris's court case

by sleeping with that juror?

There's only Nick that could have told him.

Jesus. I'm sleeping with him, he's talking to the biggest fucking evil bastard in Manchester.

We're telling Gill. No.

You've no choice. She'll find out I PNC'd his car.

Yes, she will, but - It was only for an address.

It was a discipline offence. It's data protection.

It's abusing your powers as a police officer.

I begged you not to do it and...

What? You'd rather be dead?

Suppose he doesn't stop?

His crew's messed up. They're gonna know that you're onto them.

But why is Nick telling him now? Why not before?

It might not be Nick.

Open your eyes, Rachel. Who else is there? You've just said it.

I threatened him the other night.

I got drunk after you'd had a go at me and I went back

and I said what you said about him having me on

and I threatened to shop him. That's when he said he'd marry me.

I'm telling Gill. You're not - I am!

I've had enough of this bloke and what he's doing to you -

Janet, I'm not losing this job! Your life's in danger!

This needs sorting.

All right. Erm...

how about this?

We tell Gill that you think that you were targeted and why.

Don't tell her that I was still seeing him.

That's up to you.

We get whoever needs to be arrested, arrested

and then we deal with the other stuff when it arises.

IF it arises. How about that?

There is no 'if.'

Can you see any other choice? Because I can't.

You come when you're ready but I'm talking to her now.

So, Savage got in touch with you,

after you had this chance encounter with this Martine in Manchester,

to say you'd better not say anything about him sleeping with her

while he was representing Carl Norris in court. Yeah.

And he got in touch with you three months ago?

Why are they attacking you now? (MOBILE RINGS) Why not then?

It's him. Answer it.

It's all right. They've picked him up.

Hello?

What the hell is going on?

Er... I, erm...

You've got me into a lot of trouble. I'm being questioned by your people.

They come into chambers and I'm more or less arrested in front of my colleagues.

They actually arrested you?

No, but...

you'd better get down here. I'm at Middleton police station.

You've got to tell 'em we're getting married and this is ridiculous.

Well, I - Now.

Right now. Yeah, yeah, I will. I will...

Gill, there's something I've not told you. I'm still seeing Nick and we're getting married.

This is mad. It's not Nick, it's Norris. I am going to Middleton.

He's, erm... he's cross, he's upset. I need to tell them I made a mistake.

Fine. What? What?

I'm coming with you. Why?

Because I want to know what's going on.

I'm responsible for your welfare and I take that very seriously.

Is there anything else you haven't told me? No.

Go and get your coat.

What's going on? He's twirling her. He's a twat.

Carl Norris is a bright bloke.

Going after a police officer, even for him, is off the Richter Scale.

Could we find links between Savage and this Tippet lad independent of Norris?

Can we prove he knew him? Did he ever represent him in court? I'll ring court records and find out.

(KNOCK) Ma'am? DI Cochrane, Syndicate 4, on Line 1.

Alec. So what's she said?

Nothing. She just wants to make sure you're all right.

Carl Norris has just ring Middleton nick.

He's going in with his brief.

He's anxious to help the police with their inquiries, apparently.

Is she all right?

Erm... dunno.

Are you all right?

You're not leaving because of me?

Who said I was leaving?

She's offered me your job.

Were you just gonna disappear without saying anything?

Why? I'm moving on.

Why? You know why.

I, erm... did a lot of thinking while I was off.

Did you?

Life's short.

I know it is.

Don't go.

What are you saying?

I'm... saying... that, erm...

Frank Goff's coming in in half-an-hour. I think he knows more than he's saying

so do you want me to make his pip squeak? Would you mind?

I was nervous of telling you.

I thought you'd think I was stupid seeing him again.

Janet does.

I know you don't like him.

You're talking to a woman who had the wool pulled over her eyes for years.

He's...

He wouldn't do this. He's a barrister, he's not an idiot.

I know that you're frightened but, erm...

as you know from your first interview,

your voice will be distorted.

I'm gonna be straight with you here.

I don't think you were in the bathroom when the shooting happened.

You told me, if you recall,

that you locked the door and hid behind the shower curtain when the shooting happened.

Are you still saying that?

Because when I looked at the crime scene photos of the bathroom,

I couldn't see any shower curtain.

What would you say if I told you, when I asked Dylan's mum about it,

she said that the shower curtain had been ripped down three days before

when Dylan came home a bit worse for wear and fell over in the bath?

So there was no shower curtain there that day

because she'd already binned it and not replaced it.

So I don't think that you were in the bathroom that day, were you?

And I don't think that you were in either of the bedrooms,

or the kitchen, because... if you had been,

you wouldn't have lied to me about being in the bathroom.

Which leaves only one other room.

You see, I think that you were in the room with Dylan

when he was shot.

I think you're frightened of something you've seen.

Come on. All this is completely anonymous.

I think that you saw something and that you're frightened -

The gun...

it just went off.

In my hand.

I didn't realise I was pointing it at him.

Well done.

I'm good at this.

Who said you weren't?

Well, you know, three months off,

I thought I'd be rusty but...

Do you think I should do this Geoff Hastings interview thing?

I don't know, Janet.

Rachel?

Who's this?

My boss. Oh, so that's Godzilla, is it?

None taken (!)

Have you told them - ? It's fine. It's gonna be fine.

Hello, Ma'am. Hello.

Mr Savage. Yeah, what?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the attempted murder of DC Rachel Bailey.

You don't have to say anything

but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

That is... absolutely ridiculous.

Come through to - Are you gonna say something?!

It's just a process. You haven't done anything, have you? So...

Why are they arresting him? They must have something on him. Like what?

I'm good, I'm not psychic. Wind your neck in, lady. Me boss, you not.

(KNOCKS)

Alec.

Gill.

What have you got on Savage?

Something absolutely...

Is that her? Bailey? Yeah.

What you got? I tell ya...

Carl Norris, he cracks me up.

I know, cut him in half, he's got 'evil' written right through him, but he's been in.

Been in? Yeah. As in been in and gone?

Yeah. First thing he says -

'Between you and me, Mr Cochrane, I wouldn't trust that Nick Savage

further than I can chuck him.' So what have you got?

Nick Savage rang Carl Norris,

asked for a meeting with him.

Fortunately for us, Carl Norris being the suspicious evil-minded git he is,

he decided that if a barrister wanted to talk to him uninvited

it had to be for no good reason, so they meet in Norris's car.

And unknown to Nick, Norris has taken the precaution of recording the conversation on his phone.

And you've not spoken to Carl Norris for... three years? Yep.

Are you absolutely certain of that? Yeah.

I'd like to show you something, Mr Savage.

It's a copy of exhibit reference CN1.

It's a recording Mr Norris said he made of a conversation you had with him.

NICK ON TAPE: '..and she knows I had this relationship

with the girl on the jury. CARL: So what are you saying?

I'm not saying anything. So what are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting anything, I'm just... Just...?

Just flagging it up that this girl could make life very difficult for you.

Why me? Well, if there's a retrial - Why would there be?

Just cos YOU'D get struck off. CPS would need new evidence and there is none.

I wasn't born yesterday. I'm not suggesting you were.

What sort of businessman do you think I am, eh?

If you think I'd harm a police officer, you must be out of your tiny mind.

I wasn't suggesting that. So what WERE you suggesting?

There have been developments in DNA

which could mean - and it's not impossible -

that the CPS would consider a retrial in... in... in...

in certain circumstances.

Really? Yeah.

So, OK.

What are we talking about exactly?

Do you want me to... what? Eh?

I don't want anything. Want me to do something to this girl? I'm just flagging it up for you.

(CHUCKLES) That's very kind of you. Well...

But you're overlooking the fact I wasn't guilty in the first place.

I ought to smack you, you soft bastard.

Jeopardising my trial cos you can't keep your dick in your pants.

This conversation's over. Get out the car.

Go on, get out. And think yourself lucky, shit-for-brains.'

He represented Daniel Tippet three times in court.

He'd known him four or five years.

Daniel Tippet had bad debts and would do anything for cash.

Are you all right?

'Can you just confirm that that's you, Mr Savage?'

He's looking at, what... eight years before he even gets parole?

Banged up with hairy-arsed gorillas,

some of which he helped to put in there,

so they're gonna make a lovely fuss of him when he gets inside Strangeways.

I did meet Norris but, erm...

that was it. I didn't speak to anyone...

after that at all.

Do you know a Daniel Tippet, Mr Savage?

Yes. I represented him in court. Several times.

(SNIFFS)

Let's go back to my flat. (MOBILE RINGS)

I think that's me.

'Hello?'

Are you still in the office?

Erm... yeah, yeah, I thought I'd wait for you.

'What happened?'

Wanna go for a drink? 'Erm... yeah, of course.

What happened?' I'll tell you when I see you.

'OK.' Bye.

I've just been talking to Alec Cochrane.

Can you explain to me...

why, eight months ago, you PNC'd Nick Savage's vehicle?

I found out he was married... with kids

and I wanted to know where he lived.

Who else knows you did this?

No-one.

What you gonna do?

The only... the only thing I can do,

when I speak to Professional Standards,

is tell them that you are one of the best, best young detectives I've ever come across

and hope that someone somewhere with some authority

has the wisdom to appreciate that that might mean something.

But this is MMP we're dealing with so...

you know...

don't hold your breath.

You know...

we've all been there, we've all had the piss taken out of us by some ridiculous bloke.

And here's you...

This is all you've wanted to do all your life since you were knee-high,

and now that's your career down the toilet because of him, Mr Knobhead, arsehole, nasty idiot.

And now you, with all your talent and all your training

and all your passion and all your commitment

will be lucky to get a job directing traffic.

I'll work my way back in again. You'll never work in MIT again.

Frank Goff's confessed. It was an accident.

The gun went off in his hand when he was playing with it. Dylan's own gun.

Er... how did YOU get on?

Well done.

Well?

They charged him.

Attempted murder.

She found out that I PNC'd his vehicle.

She's gonna ring Professional Standards.

That's me in uniform for the rest of my life.

Janet, what are you doing?

Janet?

What?

Don't.

What? Report her.

Do you think I want to?

She's been strung on for months, years, by that bastard.

She's bright, she's clever, she deserves this job. You know that.

Alec Cochrane knows, so - Alec Cochrane's retiring next week.

It'll never cross his mind again. It's a discipline offence, Janet.

It's a criminal offence. Her integrity is shot.

I was with her when she did it.

No, you weren't. Yes, I was.

She's just told me no-one else knew. Well, she's lying.

We were driving into the mortuary eight months ago - Emel Yilmaz.

In fact it was my idea.

Not to PNC the vehicle but it was my idea to find out where he lived.

So if you're reporting her, you're reporting me.

Don't do this to me... because you know I play by the rules.

You can choose not to do this.

Professionally, I agree, it might be the right thing to do.

Morally, however, it's rubbish.

I can't believe you'd do this to me.

We've been friends for...

eighteen, nineteen years.

Yeah, so I'm not doing it lightly, am I?

And when I report you both to Professional Standards, I won't be doing it fucking lightly either!

What are you doing? Life is short and then, oh, shit, you die.

And you never know the day, Rachel.

Where you going?

Pub. You coming?

(GLASS SMASHES)

What's going on?

Nothing.

Get out!

You've got kids, you've got a mortgage. I know.

So, why did you?

I thought she'd listen. I thought I knew her, but... Oh, God.

I've done to her exactly what you did to me.

I've put her in an impossible position. Oh, God.

Oh, God, I shouldn't have come back to work. I wasn't ready.

If either one of you ever, ever lets me down over this,

I will come after you and I will kill you, both of you,

and I will get away with it because I know how.

I'm really sorry, Gill.

Good.

Er...

have I still... got a job? Yes.

Erm... would you like a drink? Yes.

I'll get you a glass.

Pint?

Could we have a pint?

Thank you, Janet.

I've, erm...

I've decided that I will help interview Geoff Hastings.

Really? Yeah.

Two-ninety, please, love.

Thanks.

GILL: Does anybody know any good jokes?

JANET: I know some bad ones.

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