All language subtitles for No Offence - 03x02 - Episode 2.RB58.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

- Joseph Beckett.
- You're a traitor, McCoy!

- He's a pro.
- Who missed his mark.

Because I pushed her out the way.

Setting off a sequence of events
that I would give anything to erase.

Press are asking me to confirm
that a female officer was killed.

Faye Caddy...

and her lovely brother Dennis
Caddy...run a chapter of Albion.

How long has Joseph Beckett
been a member of Albion?

This guy.
Lionel Dirkin.

He founded Pellinore.The same private
security company that employed Beckett...

- I'm no killer.
- We don't think you're the killer, Dennis.

We think you're getaway driver.

Dennis Caddy is to be
released without charge.

- We planted a UC in Albion.
- You're off the case.

- Who was the agent?
- Got it.

Any further investigation into Caddy
or Albion will be regarded as
perverting the course of justice.

Your boyfriend watched his mate
fire two bullets into an unarmed officer...

Could've saved her.

Right. Cab's here in five.
Jonah, you ready?

- Yeah.
- Well, come on.

Incoming.

I hope it goes without saying that
you've all been signed off

for the whole day - nobody
expects you to...

We're right back out the door,
Ma'am,

just wanted to tie up a few loose
ends to allow for hangovers.

Understood...

Jonah? I was sorry to not see
you at the funeral?

Or the wake?

Yeah.

We drew straws, Ma'am.

We're looking after Joy's kittens,
one of 'em's epileptic but we're

not sure which one, so we're just
keeping a constant watch on 'em all.

Right...

And where's Stuart got to? Because I
definitely saw him at the funeral.

Kitten watch?

Ma'am, you're going to work this
out, so it may as well come from me.

Call your lawyers, folks.

Hey? Kittens?

I've placed Stuart and Jonah on
surveillance of Dennis Caddy.

They drew straws for who missed the
funeral and who missed tonight's piss-up.

Well...

my condolences.

Today isn't just Joy's funeral,
it's this entire bloody department's.

Caddy is embargoed.

Which part of Pembroke's threat of
prison did you feel had wriggle room?

Caddy knows that we had him down
as Beckett's getaway driver.

Now, if we don't at least
follow him,

do you not think he's going to be
a little bit suspicious?

If we do less than nothing he's
going to smell a rat.

We are not endangering Pembroke's
agent by following Caddy,

we're protecting her.

Caddy lied about
not knowing Beckett.

They were stationed at Basra
together, they're brothers in arms.

He's not some getaway lackey.

So if you don't call Pembroke
and tell him that this is

top-notch thinking, Ma'am, then...

I actually buy that.

Very good.

It was DC Kowalska's brain wave,

I just rode it in.

And um...

you're going to be ever so
proud of me, Ma'am,

I've gone and appointed
DC Kowalska as sergeant...

she accepted this morning.

Bitter-sweet for her, of course,

but when was real change
anything but?

You've chosen Dinah?
She's already accepted?

You can't go doling out
promotions, Viv.

I think you'll find there's a
whole protocol...

I've made her in my
own image, Ma'am.

Yeah.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Party or prison?

She couldn't be happier.

And, Dinah - DCI Marchant and I are
in complete agreement...

You are to be promoted to sergeant,
effective immediately.

What? Me?!

That's right.

Down a couple before you say yes.

Now, who has got Joy's iPod?

Let's go.

Give us your falsetto.

So...

how long do you think I've got
before I screw this up?

Seriously?

The whole team's behind you,

minimum bet's a month.

I always wanted it, you know?

But not like this.

No, never like this.

Hey. Hey...

Joy would've wanted you to have it.

I'm sorry.

Dinah, I'm sorry.

- It just...
- No, it's...

it's fine.

I'm just, I'm just gonna go...

it's fine.

Get in.

Dinah...

I'm pretty sure you're not
supposed to be here.

"Pretty sure you're not supposed
to be here, Sarge."

All right, I won't log it, but you'll have
to shift before the next rotation...

Sarge....
And congrats.

So.
What'd I miss?

Caddy knows we're
watching him, so not much.

Same routine.

Caddy's missus teaching Albion
self-defence.

Self-defence from what?

Dunno.
Facts? Pissed-off immigrants?

You?

They can't keep their
hands off each other.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! Oh, hiya!

We need to talk.

Security, over here!

This person's harassing me,
and she's about to get the shit

kicked out of her by my boyfriend,
who's coming any sec...

I'm an off-duty detective sergeant,
I saw her lifting nail varnish -

- She's drunk, I can smell her breath.
- Empty your pockets.

Empty your pockets,
please, Miss.

Don't you dare, get back to the
magazine section, where you belong.

Empty your pockets, please.

- Ta-da.
- Dennis, she put it there.

Yeah, look, check the CCTV, mate,

you'll see the racist bitch
planting that.

You got a storeroom where
I can book her?

Save everybody the
embarrassment, you know?

- Yeah.
- C'mon, let's go.

Stay the fuck away from us.

And you should know better,
mate.

You're in early? Everyone else is
phoning in with hangovers.

- Is Dinah in?
- No.

And first day as sergeant, too.

Phone call for you, line two.

- Yeah, DC Tanner.
- It's Beckett.

Oh, is that a fact?

Had a bunch of Becketts recently,

and that better not be wanking I'm
hearing in the background.

You fell like a sack of shit
in that car park.

If you hadn't've chased me,
she wouldn't be dead...

I've pumped a batch of halal
meat full of toxin.

It's already gone to market.

Happy hunting.

Ma'am, we've just had a call from
someone claiming to be Beckett,

saying he's poisoned a batch
of halal meat, he had detail,

Ma'am, it's him. But we've traced
the call to a landline from a house

in Manchester, we're moving now.

Standard far-right wallpaper and
me nan's furnishings. It's him.

I want neighbours and
landlord quizzed,

I want all local CCTV pulled
and scanned.

Crusader fetish?

It's butcher's gear...

He must've known we'd trace it,
he's a hitman who shot a cop,

he should be in Fiji by now.

- Why bother?
- Viv!

- What is it?
- Offal.

Fridge is stacked full of it.

He's pumping it full of I don't know
what. Food batch label...

Call Food Standards for me,
would you, Sarge?

Track the ID number, appreciate it.

- Jonah, away.
- Gladly.

Jonah, return.

Comms, please.

Professor Miller to Control...

this is Code Red.

I want bio-hazard lads here,

I want this entire street wrapped in
a Hazmat suit, everyone else OUT.

No, not us! We're staying here!

You just said it was a Code Red?!

Yeah, and if it's ricin we're playing
footsie in the morgue already. Shit.

What is it?

No, I mean - in this jar,
it's literally shit.

OK, lab rat.

Acetone, dextrose, rotten meat and
there's jam jars full of shit.

It's not ricin, folks!

It's botulin, he's pumping it
into the offal.

Get everything to the lab kids,

I want full toxicology report on the
botulin - midday latest.

What is botulin?

At its weakest, it smoothes out
your crow's feet,

at its strongest, it's on every
dictator's Christmas list.

But making is no easy trick and
though he's been

Andy McNabbing his tits off,
Beckett's no PHD -

Right, the Offal comes from an
abattoir called Halal Paddy's.

They ship halal meat all round
Manchester.

Viv, if he has pumped this shit into
anything, whoever eats it will

have their guts wrung out so hard
they'd snap their neck to end it.

Sergeant Kowalska, DC Tanner,

the abattoir - find out what they
know about Beckett - keep it schtum.

What are you waiting for?!

We need a visible police presence
outside every polling station.

The public cannot feel...
Viv, now is NOT the time.

Ma'am, Mayor, Beckett's just claimed
to have poisoned a batch of

halal meat with botulin.

Now we need to recall ALL
halal meat products right now -

takeaways, supermarkets, butchers,
schools. Not in that order.

You're all right, you're on bento.

That better be the Food Standards
Agency you're about to text,

not your kids, sir.

- What do we know?
- That you need to authorise
the outbreak unit,

make a public announcement,
knives 'n' forks down.

No, which batch, which meat?
Chicken, beef?

I'm not coming at you with
a fucking Pot Noodle, Sir!

- Inspector!
- I don't know yet.

- Nothing leaves these premises.
- Are you for real? Who's that?

Can I help you?

DS Kowalska, DC Tanner,
Manchester Met, you're the manager?

Yeah, Paddy Kenny.
Is there a problem?

Mr Kenny, we need to chat
with you in private, please.

It's quite urgent.

It used to be Paddy & Sons
but we were going to ground

so now it's Halal Paddy's.

We've just had a halal inspection.

It took us two years to win
the Sharia Council's trust.

This is all halal,
right down the line.

It has to be with a community this
sensitive to taking the piss.

But I've done the research though.

Those Jihadis come for me, you just
whip out the Koran and you chant,

"There is no other god but Allah
and Muhammad is his prophet."

You're way off, sir.
Your office, please.

So you want me to publicly announce
to the people of Manchester

that they may have already
ingested poisoned meat?

That's your pitch when this could
all still be a prank?

You need to work out what you want
your face next to in the news

on the eve of an election, sir.

Panic in the streets or a row of
stiffs in an outbreak tent?

Alert all hospitals but no public
announcements till we know

definitively which batch.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a radio interview to do.

We use the media, Inspector,
they don't use us.

- Paddy, what's going on?
- I need your staff to leave, please.

Anything you say to me,
you say to Omran.

He's my Halal supervisor. Without
Omran we're haram and no mistake.

Mr Kenny, we have reason to believe your
produce may've been infected with botulin.

- You what?
- Oh, my God!

Do you recognise this man?

Ma'am, Dinah's on line two.
It's urgent.

- Dinah?
- Viv, this is real.

The owners have ID'd Beckett.

He worked on the cutting line.

He'd have had access to inject
any batch he wanted.

He last clocked off the day of the
hustings and Miller says

once that shit's ingested, symptoms
start showing anywhere between
48 and 72 hours.

That's now.

Ma'am, Beckett worked in the abattoir
giving him every chance to pump the meat.

Hang on, I know you.

You're moving in opposite.
You copped an eyeful this morning!

Let's do this properly.

Inspector Deering,
meet my youngest, Louis.

Your son?
Well, then, who was the older guy?

My husband, David.

Oh so, then we're...

Neighbours.

- I'll see you tonight, Louis.
- Mum.

Marilyn, if we don't put out an
announcement right now

then the only way we're going to
know which batch he poisoned is

when the first person kicks
the bucket.

We need to alert everyone.

Mayor, your failure has left more
homeless kids sleeping rough

in central Manchester,
it's heartbreaking.

Miss McCoy, you're on record as
giving local government advice to

big companies to cut down on heat
being generated

outside their offices so as to
remove, and I quote "vagrants".

And our next question is from Joe.

What's your question, Joe?

I didn't mean to kill her.

She came at me with pepper spray
and left me no choice.

I don't think that's quite how the
Manchester Met feel about it, Joe.

- Jonah, tell 'em to hang up.
- Hang up, that's an order.

I've sent a batch of halal beef
pumped full of botulin

into a Manchester school, Mr Mayor.

That's a very serious threat.

We shift beef to over 300 schools.

That is thousands of batches
Beckett could've injected.

I tipped the cops off this morning.
Gave 'em plenty of time

because they, and you,
let the children eat up anyway

because they're scared of upsetting
the degenerates

who cut our soldiers' heads off
on our streets.

Jonah, tell the producer if it's
ratings he's after, patch me in!

And if you think your white kids are
safe 'cause they don't eat halal,

then tough.

The schools have snuck halal meat
into all your kids' school dinners,

and guess what, the Mayor did
nothing about it.

This is DI Deering.

You shot an unarmed officer dead
in a car park and now you've

upgraded to bioterror?

Who's the degenerate now,
eh, Beckett?

Who put you up to this?

Ma'am, he's gone.

Manchester,
we've been tested before.

Do not panic.

Your children are safer
in their schools than out.

Let the authorities handle it.
We will not let you down.

Stand together.

Hold fast.

All phone networks are down.
Switchboards are jammed.

No shit, Gavin, I get it.

Fist fights are breaking out between
Muslim and non-Muslim parents

outside every school gate
in Manchester.

- Twitter's in a meltdown.
- Who gives a twat about Twitter?

It's spreading panic, Ma'am.

They're saying we don't have
manpower,

the police are not fit for purpose.

- We're being played.
- Sorry, ma'am?

- Dinah, give me good news.
- Viv, think we've got it!

Day of the hustings Beckett cut his
hand in the de-boning room.

Injury report says he insisted on
finishing his shift so they

sent him to the packing room
that afternoon.

That has to be when he did it.

Now we can trace which batches
went to which schools.

Then what are you on the phone
to me for? Track it!

Sorry, my fingers are sweating.

Use this.

Damn it! It keeps giving me
the same error screen.

All the records for burger batches
have been deleted.

What, so Beckett deleted the files?

Impossible. Nobody can delete
the records apart from me and...

I didn't know!

Know what?

Even though we'd gone full halal,
we were still in the red.

I swapped the budget halal
burgers...

with plain beef!

Unblessed beef?

No it was blessed, Omran,
it was still halal.

I've got a blessing app on my iPad,

We played it while we put the
frozen patties into the boxes.

- You did what?
- It was Brexit!

Half the workforce
have gone back to Europe!

I can't afford you lot blessing
every throat before you cut it!

- There is no other God but Allah!
- You broke the law!

Just calm down.

Oh forgive me, Omran!

Punish only me, spare my kids!

You ignorant moron!

It's not Sharia law! It is UK law!

Right?

Omran, is there any other way
we can track the batch?

I'm sorry.

Patrick Kenny, you're under
arrest for false advertising

- and food fraud.
- We've hit the fan here we've...

What?

Oh God!

Viv, this doesn't make any sense.
It could be any one of 300 schools,

why would Beckett poison
a Neo-Nazi pub?

Will one of you pointless
bastards just listen!

Get your hands off me!

Over here, please, sir.

I need you to tell me
everything your wife ate in the...

They've got it all wrong!
She's anaphylactic.

She's been trying to shift
the baby weight so she ate

one of them cereal bars that says
may contain nuts - look!

- She needs adrenaline!
- Do you serve meat from Halal Paddy's?!

Do I look like I serve halal shite?!

Just let me hold her hand!
She needs to see me...

No, sir, just listen to me, OK?
This isn't nuts.

Your wife could be
the victim of a bio-terror attack

on poisoned burgers
that've gone to kids' schools,

and that poison's gonna work
twice as fast on those kids

as it is on your wife.
So you need to think.

How did poisoned meat
get into your kitchen?

There's some mad Chinese woman -
she sold us some meat,

it was an under the counter thing.
We've bought meat from her before,

I don't buy from any fly-by-night.

- Lilly had one of the burgers.
- A name, Hamish.

- Rita!
- Rita what?

Wong, Wang, I don't know!

She said she was a dinner lady-
What school?! I don't know!

Spike, bring up all the schools
surrounding the Red Stag pub

that Halal Paddy supplied to.

Yep, right, there's five.

Swinton College,
St Mary's Middle School,

- Ironside Grammar, Ashton Primary...
- Ironside?

That's where the mayor sends his
kids to school. Makes sense now.

OK, ladies and gentlemen.
Who's had school dinners? Hands up.

This way, keep coming.

This way,
just gather over here please.

Everyone, keep coming at the back.

Is that the last one?
Right, thank you.

All right, my name's Spike.

I'm just gonna ask you
a couple of questions.

Anyone who had school dinners
this afternoon,

can you put your hands up, please?

Right, anybody who DIDN'T
have the burgers,

put your hands down.

Shit.

Excuse me! Yeah - you're Rita,
right? Dinner lady?

You sold halal burgers
to the chef at the Red Stag?

- I want my lawyer.
- Those burgers were poisoned.

Did you serve the rest
to these kids?!

Just take me to the patties, Rita!

Anyone who's got stomach cramps,

just come and
make a line here, please.

Come on.

OK, thank you.

Anyone who's breathing a bit funny,
come and make a line here.

OK.

Right. Anyone who's got
sweaty earlobes,

come and stand here with me.

They do feel a bit sweaty.

Yeah, now, don't fret, kid.

It'll be a drip in the arm
and a week off school -

you'll be right as rain,
and famous.

Get 'em all on the anti-toxin,

crash pads ready,
yeah? Excellent man.

Nah, not this, not these...

this batch here. All here.

Apart from, you know.

What I... stole. But hey...

- All here?
- You try charging me with this,

you're looking at a vegan
with an all-ethnic defence team.

Rita! I don't give a shit!
What did you serve to the kids?!

None of it,
that's what I'm telling you.

This is next week's meat!

It's on a rota system
with the abattoir.

These burgers wouldn't been served
till a week Thursday.

Saved by the bell, eh?

Joseph Beckett has now targeted
all our children

with a bio-attack
intended to tear us apart...

One woman in hospital, no kids,
we thrashed the odds.

I'd love to open the Babycham,

but we survived today
by the skin of our teeth.

And the mayor. Are
his kids still here?

No, his wife. She came and
picked them up just before lunch

and that was right after
he said to me,

keep the attack under your hat
'cause of panic.

- You are joking? - Caroline, how long
have you been standing there?

Long enough not to look
a gift horse in the mouth.

- I am sorry, Viv, but I am using this.
- Caroline, stop.

Jonah, you're supposed
to be ahead of her -

- Try it, Ma'am, she's a dachshund!
- And where were your kids, Mayor?

Maybe you could explain

to us all why your kids were
whisked out of school by your wife

before Beckett made
the announcement!

My children had an appointment
that my wife...

She just happened to remember?
Seriously?

After saying to the city
that our kids are safer in school

and then you privately take
yours out. What's all that about?

I am sorry that your kids
were targeted, sir,

but you are supposed to
have all of our backs,

not just your little 'uns.
You can't spin this one, can you?

Has anybody got any more
questions for our mayor?

Tegan.

Ma'am, it looks like Caddy
and his missus are checking in

to a spa hotel for a dirty weekend.

We're gonna need some
undercover room service...

golfers...

I could do the spa...

As if Marilyn's
gonna cough up for that.

You're on your own.
Don't let Caddy out your sight.

So who's buying it?

Who's buying that this
shell-shocked far right thug

- is Manchester's own Moriarty?
- He poisoned the burgers,

he could've poisoned 24 dead kids.
I'm not not buying it.

Yeah, but, if he meant that shit
on air, why give us the heads-up?

He knew we'd trace the call,
find that food batch label.

If Halal Paddy hadn't
been cooking the books,

we'd've got to the school and
the meat wasn't supposed to be

- served till next week.
- Exactly.

Immigrants and kids,
they're not his real target...

It's us.

This whole day's been designed
to have us running round Manchester

in a fucking shambles looking for
a needle in a very public haystack.

And why would Beckett, why would he
want Manchester Met in the stocks?

We were stretched, stretched to
near breaking point, underfunded,

understaffed - and there's Dirkin,

waiting in the wings with
a bang tidy offer for a buy-out.

Now, it might mean
more beats on the street...

But far right thugs.

There's gonna be more of this,
and it's not if, it's when.

Ma'am, Marchant's in your office,
with some spook in a suit.

Dismissed.

Dinah, can we just
have a chat, please?

Spike, it was Joy's wake...

and we were both so blind drunk,
neither of...

I think Alice is having an affair.

Seriously?

You think?

Remember when Alice went on
that mindfulness weekend?

I think it was then.

How do you know?

I don't. I just know her.

And I've been ticking over
on this for weeks,

and then from nowhere,
she says she wants to adopt.

I mean, we talked about it
ages ago, but nothing serious.

Yeah, I'd love another kid,

but I just don't trust
what she's trying to fix.

Anyway, that's what
you're picking up on.

What do you think?

Well, um...

I'm...

I'm sort of outraged, actually.

On Alice's behalf.

Just 'cause she can't wait to see
the back of you for the weekend,

you think she slept with someone?

Spike!

Dinah, sorry to interrupt.
You never make tea.

Gavin, what is it?

Ma'am wants to see you
in her office.

They've closed the blinds.

- "They?"
- Marchant.

And some Ken doll with a bum chin.

Sergeant.

This is Chief Inspector Pembroke,
Special Branch.

I'm only saying it for him 'cause I know
how much he practises it in the mirror.

Would you care to explain
yourself, Sergeant?

We pulled that in this morning.

I buried my best friend
in the ground yesterday.

I know what I risked,

but you've got a UC
literally in bed with Dennis Caddy.

So do what you want to me.

But I want it on record

that my approach towards
Bonnie Sands was entirely-

With my full sanctioning.

Well, we'll see about that.

What was it that Sands said to you
when you approached her?

You're Bonnie's handler,
you can ask her yourself.

Holy shit.

She gone rogue on you?

It's complicated.

It'd better be! Talk.

Five months ago, we heard chatter
that Lionel Dirkin

was grooming ex-soldiers
to commit a series of attacks.

Tell me something I don't know.

Well, Dirkin's untouchable.

But Dennis Caddy is Dirkin's bagman,
hence Bonnie Sands.

It was her idea.

Who would think that
the police would plant a black UC

in a far right group?

It worked.

She soon she informed us of
a sexual relationship with Caddy,

- which we authorised.
- Why didn't she give us a heads-up

on McCoy, or on Beckett?!

Sands has broken all communication
with our team without explanation.

- Oh, Jesus.
- You really do think she's turned.

I was just taking the piss!

What are you waiting for?!

Pull her out.
Abduct her if you have to!

It's not that simple, Inspector!

Extracting any officer's risky,

and if we pull her out
against her will,

we can't stop her
from returning to Caddy

- and giving the whole bloody game away!
- She's pregnant.

In her basket, folic acid...

If this is true, it's hardly
evidence that Sands hasn't turned.

Let me approach her one more time.

I'll find out
if she's turned for real.

You?

It's my find, and the only thing
we do know is that

she sure as shit's
stopped trusting you.

Sir.

She is right. You said yourself
that Dirkin is untouchable

and since Beckett's a ghost,

the only link between them
is still Dennis Caddy,

so if you've got
an agent in play, let's use her.

Oh, come on, Tom.

Pull your dick out of your Xbox
and phone your boss.

You can tell him it was your idea.
You will anyway.

I'm not racist. I'm just a mum
struggling to make ends meet.

It was this one's birthday
party today,

and what if I'd have
fed her poisoned meat

'cause I didn't know it was halal?

We should've been told.
The Mayor should've told us!

I could've lost her!

It's not even her kid.

Unbelievable.
Tell me about it!

She's got him ironing
her power suits now,

whilst cooking the dinner.

Viv, you can't curtain-twitch
your boss!

She'll be doing the same to me
as soon as she's got hers put up!

Oh, no!

No, no, oh, she's coming over!

Right, this house is going
on the market first thing.

- What'll you tell her?
- Damp!

Hello, neighbour.

Shouldn't this be
the other way round?

Come in.

Pembroke's just called.

Special Branch have consented for
you to approach Bonnie Sands

to see if she's fit enough to remain
undercover with Caddy.

With one caveat.

If anything happens to Sands,
the blame lands at your feet.

And the glory we share around,
am I right, Ma'am?

What you waiting for? Approach.

Er, wait.

- You're driving. - Where are we going?
- Fact checking.

He's expecting us.

But halal isn't a snuck in E-number,
it's a religious choice which means

that everybody should be informed if
they're eating it or not.

Not because they're a racist,
they might be an animal rights...

Nobody had heard of her a week ago
and now she could win.

So this is the first time in
four years

I've been home to cook
dinner for my wife.

What do you want, Inspector?

For you to spill the beans
on Lionel Dirkin.

There's a rumour of him trying to
buy out the Manchester Met.

You think he's involved in this?

Just the beans, sir.

It's no rumour.

Dirkin wants to buy out forensics
and to put his people on the street.

Every time it's been voted for,
it's been closed council meetings.

Press and police have been
asked to leave.

Trust me, the deal's attractive,
it would save hundreds of cuts.

Dirkin's given out backhanders,
but I've blocked him every time.

Nobody can sell off the police
in good conscience

to that racist prick.

He's dangerous.

- Permission to go give Dirkin a poke?
- Granted, Inspector.

Den?

I wouldn't.

- Not in your condition.
- Dennis, wake up, we've got to go.

Your full name's Bonnie Marie Sands.

Hey, over here,
we've got a stalker here!

Your birthday's 27th May 1989.

Jesus Christ, shut up!
He could wake any sec!

- No, he won't.
- How do you know?

See that barmaid? She's roofied him.

Pembroke thinks you've turned.
What do you think you're doing?

Idiot!

He's done so much coke it'd take
an elephant gun to knock him out.

Screw this.

What you doing?

I've been waiting for him
to pass out all night.

- You've just sped up my vanishing act.
- Where you going?

- London to tell Special Branch I'm done.
- 'Cause you're pregnant?

'Cause you and Pembroke
are going to get me killed!

Sleeping beauty's awake.

Stall.

Is everything OK, Sir?

- Where's she gone?
- Bedroom, I think.

Sorry, mate, your girlfriend
took your keys

and went out with her mate.

Sir, come here a sec.

I shouldn't really be saying this,
but they're messing with you,

there is no mate.

Wait, you can't walk now.

Those guys have been staring
at your girlfriend all night.

They haven't got a room booking.

There's no business event here

and they keep raising
their wrists to their mouths

like they're smelling perfume.

Right, yeah. Hey! You following me?

I'm fucking sick of it!
It's harassment!

I've just bought you 30 seconds.

I told you I'm fucking done!

I can't do this.

This is my only way out.

Albion follow me everywhere,
I had to get him alone, this is it.

Beckett poisoned that meat for real.

Caddy's the only way we can catch
him, you've got to trust me.

I don't owe you anything.

No.

No, you don't.

But you owe her.

You may not have remembered Joy
but she remembered you.

Swimming pool, one hour.

You're awake?

Thought I was going to have to carry
you to bed in the luggage rack.

- Where you going?
- I just left this.

C'mon, it's freezing.

Bonnie...

do the thing.

Can I help you, madam?

You steer well clear of me
or I'll flash this and yell botulin.

Dirkin, I've got a bone to
pick with you.

Antoine, can you give us
a few moments, please?

Well, you certainly live up to your
reputation, Inspector. Please.

- Darren?
- Yes, sir.

More water, please.

Where's Beckett?

- Isn't that your job?
- Don't fuck with me, Dirkin.

You pulled the halal stunt to
humiliate the police.

Outrageous, I'm calling my lawyer.

And to oust Hassan
and force the council

to accept your
security contracts.

Antonia, I'm being harassed by
a podgy Boadicea with a badge.

No, that's fine, I'll keep schtum.

I can assure you, the only thing
that beef is blessed with

is good old English mustard.

My officer died.

It's not choking that you need
to be scared about,

you jowly piece of shit.

It's me.

Now, one blink for yes,
and two blinks for no.

Do you know where Beckett is?

I said blink.

Help, quick, he's choking! Help!

All you're doing is giving him
brain damage and a hard-on!

Give over!

C'mon, big D, cough it up!

I am going to have your job,
you mad bitch!

Whoever becomes Mayor,
come day one you are fired.

What for? I just saved your life.

And I've witnesses.

Think on.

You told Pembroke I was pregnant?

It was the only way to convince him
you hadn't fallen in love with Caddy

and lost your mind.
Albion got positive there was a rat.

I had to tell Dennis I was
pregnant to keep him close.

- And Caddy's the father?
- Not a chance.

Dennis's balls are clinically drier
than a witch's tit.

- He thinks it's a miracle.
- So who is?

What's it to you?

It's not a problem and it worked.

Faye, Albion, they still suspect me

- but Dennis thinks I'm his golden goose.
- So why bolt now?

'Cause I am feeling sectionable
pretending to be in love with

a Neo-Nazi and I've got this mental
bint jumping out at me

like a Jack in a box!

I can't risk it any more.

That's why I brought him here.

It's the only place I can be sure
Albion aren't following me.

Why didn't you warn us about
the attack on McCoy?

I didn't know what Dennis was
planning until literally

the last second,
and I thought it would be Hassan.

That's why I threw the squash
at him to get us on your radar!

- Faye has got eyes on me like a hawk.
- It wasn't enough.

I had no idea about Beckett.

Dennis had never even mentioned him
until this.

Pembroke's on the scrapheap.

Meet your new handler.

Are you mad?

She's nearly got me killed
twice in a day, no way!

Sergeant Kowalska's my best.

I'd keep that quiet.

Caddy's the best chance of
getting to Beckett.

You're the best chance we have
of getting to Caddy.

If this is a cry for help,
it's a shit one

'cause we're not diving in after!

Dinah, kick off your shoes.

Drop the surveillance.

If we drop the surveillance,

Caddy'll just think we have
another way in.

Gold star, Sherlock,

and he'll have to trust me more
and then he'll have to act.

You want to handle me?
That's the handshake.

She thinks she knows everything.

Welcome to my world.

We've got a mole,
and I want its name.

You go anywhere near my daughter,
you pointless bitch,

I'll split you in two!

I just need to know if it's
black or white.

I've been asked to pack for
a departure.

All phones to be left behind.

Categorically I cannot wear a wire.

We haven't led Bonnie down
the garden path here, have we?

Who called this in as a murder,
Moss?

Shouting Beckett's name's not
helpful.

Not catching him's not helpful.

- We need to get Sam's clothes off him.
- Why not? Everybody else has!

I don't like what
you're asking me to do!

Your whole campaign's been based on
"I will not back down".

You need to leave now!

- Inspector Deering?
- She's on the warpath, so...

Spike - now!

Everyone stay back,
until we establish no booby traps.

If Beckett's been here,
we need to know.

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