All language subtitles for No Offence S01E04 Episode 4

It's Patrick. He did it!

~ I'm having him.
~ His alibi holds up.
~ I want to help catch him.

We need you all to
be scared of this guy.

The cat is probably something
her imagination has manufactured

to soften the journey.

SHE SCREAMS

We've all put our neck in a noose
for this kid. There's no going back.

You all right, sir?

She's missing.

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♪ I don't need this pressure on

I don't need this pressure on... ♪

TYRES SQUEAL

Stand back, please,
I'm a police officer.

I didn't get a chance to stop.
He just stepped out and...

I need an ambulance.

Bridge Street. Pedestrian
hit by a car.

~ Dead on impact.
~ Bloody hell. Bloody hell!
~ Right, move back to your car.

Bloody nerve of it! He had
no right to do this to me!

Five bloody times this
has happened to me before.

~ You've run over five people?!
~ No, on the trains, love.

Driver for 20 years, I've
got post-bleeding-trauma

because of folk like him walking
onto the tracks, the big goodbye.

You're saying he deliberately
stepped in front of your car?

Split second before I... hit him,

and all I see is him mouthing "sorry"

and then wham.

Sorry! Like that's going
to make it all better.

I know a lot of you have
pulled all-nighters,

you're running on fumes.

But there's that window between
when he grabs them...

and when he kills them.

And it's not much. It's getting smaller.
We're running out of time.

God knows, I don't want
to be thinking about what

Teresa Adamson is going through
right now at his hands.

I've looked through my big book
of inspirational speeches from

Winston Churchill to Glenn Hoddle
and it comes down to this -

we can do this.

We can find her, we
can bring her home.

We have to...

because we're her only hope.

Go make her proud, yeah?

Dinah, I'm going to need you and
Joy to head over to the parents.

Hey, we need a door knocker.

Suicide - Jeffery Braithshaw's
stepped in front of a car.

Cheers(!)

Please don't tell me you're tramping
his remains through the station.

Can we put out a disclaimer,
"No psychics required?"

We've had three phone calls
already this morning.

They're all talking out their arses.
What... what's wrong with your shoes?

SHE SIGHS

Erm, Ma'am, here's
a nice cuppa for you.

Just to pep you up because
of what's happened.

Because of what's happened
with Laurie?

Good night, was it?

Got pissed up,

rolling round the streets, relieved
yourself against a car...

Oh, no, a police car, no less,

and then gave the arresting
officer the verbals -

"Take me down, go ahead.
I effing dare you."

I had a few drinks at band practice.

A few too many.

Way, way too many.

I'm sorry. I'm an
embarrassment, a total disgrace.

I've seen you drunk. Properly drunk.

Bones are rubber, you're the
happiest guy in the room.

Never snap, never snarl,

let alone get gobby with a
police officer, of all people.

Can I not just be an
arsehole for once?

There doesn't have to be a hidden
meaning with everything.

I don't believe you.

I've got a missing girl...

100 things to juggle.
Can't deal with 101.

I'll come back when you
stop spinning me a line.

Come on...

Did you even notice
I was gone last night?

Be gentler, yeah?

Sorry, it's just...

Our Teresa's very tidy,
place for everything.

Everything in its place.

It might be easier if
you wait downstairs.

CLATTERING

Right, face the wall.

Go on, it's a direct order.

Eyes front.

She went on and on about this,
so I told her it was too expensive

and then...

Thought you'd surprise her.

What...?

What did he do to the other girls?

~ Susan...
~ I need to know.

You don't.

Really.

SUSAN SOBS

He's got her right now and...

I'm standing here and she's...

She's so sweet and silly, he just
wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't...

You couldn't. She's...
I don't understand.

We're doing everything
we can to get her back.

I promise.

I told her to get out
there, enjoy herself.

That she's a person, not
something to be pitied and...

Just go out and be stupid and
normal like everyone else.

I...

SHE SOBS

I hate being a door-knocker.

It feels like I should
have a cloak and scythe.

I've just put the kettle on.

We're sorry to inform you that your
son was killed in a road accident.

He didn't suffer, it was instant.

Biscuits?

Sorry, can you turn it on?

I always forget. World of my own!

So you didn't hear
anything we just said?

No, but I know why you're here.

We're behind on the leccy.

I said to my David and his
Mrs, "If you don't pay up,

~ "they'll send the boys in blue round."
~ Is Mrs Braithshaw home?

David's wife?

~ Maybe better we speak to her first.
~ She's still in her bed.

She's been poorly.

Hello, Mrs Braithshaw? Are
you decent? It's the police.

Mrs Braithshaw?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Ah, fuck. As cold as ice, mate.

No, I didn't. I didn't
even know she had a diary.

Do you have any idea
what these letters mean?

Does Teresa have a
friend who might know?

Might be able to help
us understand the diary.

Maybe Olivia. Olivia
Bacon. Liberty Close.

Have we got her number somewhere?

Don't worry. We'll
treat it with respect.

She's going to be so mad
we went through her room.

Won't she, Sus?

From a recent kidney
operation - very recent.

Infection, onset of shock,
low blood pressure,

hidden heart condition or any
other wonderful variables.

I'm ruling out this hideous
wallpaper being responsible,

~ but that's about it.
~ How about the husband, then?

~ Did her in and ran off?
~ Oh, such a morbid imagination, now.

Might have woken up next to the body
or gone downstairs, come back and...

Definitely one for us lads
to look into, though.

"Something rotten in the state of
Primark," as the good bard said.

No hospital would have released
her that soon after major surgery,

not in that state. Never.

~ Oh...
~ Sorry, she got away from me.

Mrs Braithshaw, we can't be here.

~ Oh...
~ Come on.

Oh...

~ Olivia?
~ It's a code.

~ I showed her how to do it.
~ How does it work?

It's easy. One letter forward.

And what did Teresa need
a code for, Olivia?

She didn't want her parents to know.

"I have found a prince."

Did Teresa mention
having a boyfriend?

No, but someone was very keen.

And how did they meet?

They haven't but they were going to.

"He says that I'm a clever girl and
that we'll be together forever."

Did she say anything else about him?

She said she was happy.

She wanted a boyfriend.

"Handyman and Princess Teza forever."

Does that mean anything?

Princess Teza is her nickname.

Connie, could you take Olivia up
for a cup of tea or something?

Are you going to find her?

We're going to try, OK?

Princess Teza with a Z and Handyman
together bring up one search result.

Both got profiles on
the same dating website.

"That special someone where
barriers mean nothing."

Find out who owns that website.

We need full access, keys to
their dirty little kingdom.

Check and see if there's
any similar sites out there.

Might have multiple profiles.

Like you, in your internet
dating phase.

~ Which we said we weren't ever
going to speak about again.
~ Ma'am, Ma'am.

Laurie's been asking for you.

Well, unless he's hung himself by
his shoelaces, I'm not interested.

~ He's not, has he?
~ He just wants a word.

Well, so does the rest
of the world right now.

Just... brutally honest.
Out of ten, how do I look?

Erm...

Seven and a half?

I like a man who's unconcerned
about promotion.

We are appealing for the
public to be vigilant,

to report anything suspicious. Someone
out there knows this person.

They might not realise
it, but they do,

and their phone call could be the key

to successfully finding
Teresa Adamson.

She is a scared, vulnerable...

Sorry, Jim. Boring you, am I?

No, just...

Breaking news, Viv.

That's Inspector to you, and
this is breaking news, you div.

What did your paper
lead on this morning?

Some Corrie tart falling
out of a nightclub

~ with her Golden Globes hanging out?
~ They've found the girl.

Sorry, Inspector.

Viv.

What are you doing to help protect
other girls like Teresa, Inspector?

You're wanted inside, it's urgent.

Right, so the husband saw something
floating in the canal.

He's dived in not realising,
well, that it would always

be too late, and then he found the
need to tweet about it - #deadbody.

That's not sarcasm, by the
way. That's actually happened.

House-to-house, two-mile radius.

Comb back garden hedges, help the
council to have drains checked,

see if the bins have been picked up.

Evidence, evidence.

Did he tweet about it before
or after he called the police?

While he was waiting
for them to arrive.

Brother-in-law's a journo. Word
spread like dysentery in a bedsit.

I can help break it
to Cathy if you like?

~ Just in case she takes it...
~ No, better it comes from me.

Might not be a bad idea to hear
it from a sergeant, officially.

I mean, clinical, professional.

She is our star witness. We don't
want her falling apart at the seams.

She's handling this better
than any of us would. Just me.

When I was 19, my mum was still
buying bras and knickers for me.

You OK?

I dunno, do I?

I feel like I want
to smash something...

someone.

It's OK to feel angry.
You shouldn't hold back.

This session with Peep, I'm going
to get her to rip my skull open.

I feel like it's down
to me, isn't it,

to remember his face and all that?

I'm sitting here thinking what I'd
do to this guy if I had the chance.

What about you? Five minutes alone.

What would you do?

SHE SIGHS

I guess I'll just go play, then.

Cathy!

There's been noise complaints,
abuse, all sorts.

~ We'll take it from here.
~ Thank you.

MUFFLED SHOUTING

Police.

What you doing?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's
going on here?

He not pay us. Say the money ran out!

~ I've paid you yesterday.
~ Then we stay another day!

Hey, don't!

What's all that about?

~ You should see the other fella.
~ Why? Has he got a micro penis as well?

I-it's not mine, it's theirs.

~ Tak. It's ours.
~ Seriously?

I demand to see top lawyer.
You are bullshit people!

You're very super at your job.

So what did we pull the kid in for?

Says here he paid the
hotel bill in advance.

We're not going to
throw the book at him

for going up a couple of prozzies.

It's Franny Lowry of
the Cinder Block Lowrys.

Honours degree in fucking up
from the university of life.

Currently sleeping off the
mother of all comedowns.

So where does 19-year-old
Franny get the money to

pay for a week in a luxury hotel?

~ Said he'd been in a fight?
~ Well, yeah, he said.

~ He had a massive scar here, recent.
~ Have you seen Jonah or Taz?

DOOR SLAMS

Um, I-I'm pretty sure you're
not allowed in here.

That body this morning, wife of
the suicide, it had a scar, right?

Operation across the kidney?

Yeah, she's in the autopsy queue,

behind the poor Downs
girl, obviously.

Water's on the fritz at home.

~ You've got photos of it, right?
~ The plumbing?
~ The scar.

Er, yeah, they're on
file. I'll show you.

So we've got the hotel, the room
service, TWO ladies of the night.

Comes to about two grand,
which you paid cash in hand.

~ A lot of loose coins to have
jangling in your pockets, Franny.
~ I won it.

At the bookies? Hmm.

The thing is about a win like that
is we would have heard about it.

MOBILE PHONE ALERTS

Everybody would have heard about it.

Do you know what this is?

No. Nah, it's not yours but that
look just told me volumes.

Jack, I can't believe
I'm going to ask this.

Did you sell your own
kidney for cash, Franny?

You know it's illegal, right,
even it it's your own?

~ Conspiracy to commit GBH.
~ Jail sentence, that.

All we need is a name, a
number. Who set it all up?

I told you. I won it at the bookies.

Look, I'm a realist.

I know you're not going to
sign witness statements,

stand up in court. Pipe dream, that.

You're a Lowry and your
dad and brother will have

filled your head about how a
real man keeps his mouth shut.

Does his time without complaining.

But you've never been to
prison before, have you?

Three years, Franny. Why
don't you try talking?

Bring those years down.

Unfortunately, Theresa's autopsy
didn't throw up anything unexpected.

She died the same way
as the other girls,

sexually assaulted then drowned.

No DNA, no traces.

You looking into this
website, though?

Still trying to find the owner.

Er, do you mind?

Would you mind?

It's all right. I
know what I'm doing.

See, hacking into a website
is basically the same

principle as cutting into bodies.

You try to be precise, not cause
too much damage on the way in.

~ That makes sense.
~ No, I'm just saying that.

I thought it'd sound good.
Totally different, really.

They think this website's
run out of eastern Europe.

Yeah, I reckon that's
a sch-mokescreen!

What makes you say that?

Because just below the
terms and conditions,

which nobody ever reads, they've
also written, "Come on, the Dale".

Rochdale AFC, right?

36 consecutive seasons in the bottom
division, but we're on the rise now.

Definitely sounds local to me.

Of course, you'll want to check
with the cyber guys it's OK for me

to proceed, dig deeper.

Fuck 'em, that's my motto. Name
and address soon as you can.

I took a loan out with Readies...

You know, they've got
the talking chipmunk?

.. and they kept sending me warning
letters - "Pay up, you dick!"

Now, I'm on my fourth and this
guy calls up, offers to help.

He says that if I...

You know, cash in hand, no questions.

Well, that's all.

Oh, for fuck's sake!
Oh, for fuck's sake!

That's not fair. I don't
know anything else.

Name...

and number.

I don't know what's making
me more nervous,

the fact that if we screw this up,
we don't have a case, don't have

evidence, or that it feels like the
start of the worst blind date ever.

How's Bob doing, by the way?

'How many times this
week you blown him off?'

'I beg your bloody pardon?
You nosey bastard!'

'I've been cancelled on him.'

Back on the clock, incoming
to your right.

'Sarah Wood?'

Hiya, yeah.

So, Franny Lowry gave you my number?

He shouldn't have. It's
not how I do things.

~ How do you know him?
~ My cousin used to go out with him.

Condolences.

HE LAUGHS

Just wondering how we get
from that to this here?

Cos he's got a big mouth...

.. and because I'm desperate.

Get a payday loan, tide you over.

'OK, reel him in. A bit
more vulnerability.'

Like I'm ever going to
be able to pay that back.

Jesus, the roof's leaking, I've
got a kid, taken on another.

Every morning I wake up and it's
like someone's choking me.

'Never seen you round here.'

'Born and bred, for my sins.'

Buy me a couple of voddies and
coke and that side'll come out,

believe me.

Look, Franny just said if I needed
cash you were the guy to see.

COUPLE ARGUES

.. your cheeky fucking mouth!

'Shit, Dinah, I think
he's clocked me.'

I'm screwed here. Please, I'm...

I'm fucking drowning.

That's it.

How much would you be looking for?

COUPLE ARGUES

WOMAN SCREAMS

Sarah?

You were good. Pretty convincing.

If someone was doing what
I think you're suggesting,

what's the crime, really?

We're talking about people
who are so desperate

they'd sell their own kidneys.

Little bit cramped in
here for a high horse.

Miriam Brazier, remember her?

Found dead in her bed after
botched after care.

Yeah.

LIFT: Doors opening.

You've got nothing.

You've got my wire.

ECHOING: And it's raining.

And it's cold.

And I'm pissed off.

And there's a van, and he's stopping.

And he's saying something.

And there's that cat.

Bloody cat, dressed up.

Bow tie.

Try to look up, try to see his face.

I'm trying.

He's there.

I can see him. He's...

DISTORTED NOISE

SHE GASPS

Fuck!

What's wrong with me?

A hand, a mouth, a
cat. That fucking cat!

~ It's nothing.
~ You're getting closer. You're
filling in the blanks.

Closer's nothing.

He's going to rape and kill another
girl, and it's my fault, see?

My fucking slow head, my brain!

DOOR OPENS

~ We always knock.
~ Sorry, ma'am.

Er... Just your husband's
been asking for you again.

He picked the wrong bloody day.

And...

Dinah and Spike are back.

Sting was a bust.

'Course it was. That kind of day.

Here's what's worrying me. I think
this Andrew's doing a hit-and-run.

Two kidney incidents in one week?
Sweeps in, secures the operations,

then he's gone. Vapour. Dust.

Now he knows we've rumbled him.

~ Because I've blown the cover?
~ No.

You did the right thing steaming
on in, Charlie Bronson.

But he'll be pulling out ASAP.

Mobile was a burner, pay-as-you-go.

No address, and now, out of service.

Hey. You've still got
that Readies connection.

Penny Lowry and Miriam Brazier
both live in Cinder Block, right?

Well, both also have payday
loans with Readies.

And are both on their
fourth warning letter,

which the locals call
the Angry Chipmunk.

But the thing is, Andrew got in touch
with Franny, not the other way round.

So, how did Andrew know
that Franny was in debt?

Let's get a warrant for
the Readies client list.

Cross-reference final warnings
with Cinder Block residents.

See if there's someone else
Andrew's trying to contact.

Do you mind if I do it, ma'am?

It's just, that fucking chipmunk,
it brings out the rage in me.

~ I need you for a taxi run.
~ Who's the pick-up?

That self-pitying little
shit Patrick Llewellyn.

Miller grabbed some profile
pics from the dating website.

None of them seem to match
the E-fit, but you never know.

~ Maybe one of them will
ring a bell for Patrick.
~ On it.

"On it".

Do like me a bit of macho talk.

Viv.

~ Viv!
~ No.

No, I'm not interested.

You don't even know
what I'm going to say!

Even though you don't realise
it, you need Laurie's support.

By keeping him in the cells,
you're not just punishing him.

You're punishing yourself.

I probably wouldn't have
made it so mushy, though.

Well, you would. It
might have worked.

But we're the jugglers here, and the
circus is only going to get busier.

Stuart and Tegan are en route

to bring in the owner of
the website, Roland Stubbs.

Want me to have a crack
at him for you?

Oh, she reads my mind,
anticipates my moves.

It's like Torvill and Dean
dancing the bloody bolero.

Bit before my time, that one.

SHE SIGHS

You look like a dog trying
to do long division.

Saw the photo my dad sent you.

~ Oh.
~ Don't know what he was thinking.

No... he was only responding in kind.

Wait, you sent my dad
photos of yourself?

Why?

Cos he asked.

~ You've not...?
~ No.

Not yet, anyway.

Can we just focus here?
Cos for all we know,

this website guy could be the
one who killed those girls,

and if he comes lunging at me with
his cock tucked between his legs

and a meat cleaver in his hands,
I'd rather have back-up

that wasn't obsessing
over his dad's sex life.

What?

SHE SIGHS

Why did you start
the website, Roland?

To know if it was other people or...

Me, I was just...

struggling to meet... you know...

girls.

Turned out it was a total
sausage-fest anyway, and...

Do you know a user called Handyman?

That...

Th-that's what you
want to see me about?

He's the one you think with the...

the girl?

(Fucking hell.)

Roland...

.. what did you do?

Roland clocked Handyman straight
away because he was very specific.

Downs only. Right, Keith's
trying to get Handyman

to upgrade to platinum
membership. Handyman won't.

So Roland, annoyed, thinks
about banning him,

but then decides to
mess with him instead.

Creates a fake Downs girl, Patty,

who agrees to meet
Handyman for a date.

September 6th.

The night Cathy was taken.

Right.

The Laughing Dog pub, where
Patty agreed to meet Handyman,

and, just a few streets away...

.. Belvedere Road, where
Cathy was abducted.

So, say Handyman goes there. Yeah?

Waits for Patty, who never arrives,
obviously. Well, he's frustrated.

All dressed up, nowhere to go.
Takes a drive. It was raining.

Visibility was low...

Mistakes Cathy for one of his type.

We take control of Patty's profile,
we send Handyman a message,

apologise, ask him
for another chance.

See if we can't coax
this bastard out of

~ whatever rabbit hole he's hiding in.
~ KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry, ma'am. There's been a
hiccup with the Readies warrant.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Joy.

So... You know you filled out
the paperwork for the warrant

~ and then passed it off to
me to get to the magistrate?
~ Yeah.

I sort of forgot about it.

~ You forgot about it?
~ It's been sent off now.

I'm sorry. I've just had a lot
on my plate. I'm really sorry.

Right, then. Well, clear
your bloody plate!

Without that warrant, that whole
organ case is grinding to a halt.

Shit! Viv is going to skin me!

~ We're never going to get it in time now...
~ I'm sleeping in my car.

What?

Has... Has something happened
between you and Rosie?

HE SIGHS No...

Sorry, I...

I made that up.

Up there with "dog ate my homework"
or "big boy did it and ran away".

~ Jonah!
~ And you won't need a warrant
for the Readies case,

because they won't want
the bad publicity.

They'll hand over the list.
If the other option's

them having their name splashed
all over the papers...

And honestly, what I said
about sleeping in my car,

I don't know where that came
from. I screwed up. That's all.

Right. Call Readies main office,
say what you just said.

Get them to agree access, because
we need their client list.

And, Jonah?

If... If you do need to talk...

Nothing to talk about, ma'am.

ADVERT: ♪ Come get some Readies

♪ Fast cash for you! ♪

JINGLE RESTARTS

Want to shut that thing off?!

JINGLE STOPS

Oh, I've got that stupid
chipmunk's voice in my head.

It's technically a squirrel
and not a chipmunk.

They've got him dancing
around in a tree.

It's the squirrels that build
their homes in the branches.

The chipmunks, they live underground.

~ 'One more to check out.'
~ Roger, fingers crossed for that.

What's the story with this one?

Alison Carey, 36. Still got
outstanding debts with Readies.

Got her fourth warning
three weeks back.

A fifth warning, they send a
guy in a chipmunk costume round

to break your legs.

BUZZER SOUNDS

Er... no, I've not. Nobody's
been in touch or nothing.

~ Is your husband around?
~ Ah, he's away working.

In the building trade.

Away being...?

Germany.

Oh, yeah. I heard a lot of the
lads were going over recently.

They're helping do that new...

Erm... Ausgaben Bank head office.

That's right, yeah.

Then, let me tell you about this guy.

He finds someone in debt on
the estate, an easy target,

desperate, ready to crumble.

Told you, it's not me.

Ausgaben Bank head office...

Pulled that one out of me arse.

A woman's died.

A few streets over. Miriam Brazier.

Sold her kidney, then bled to
death internally in her own bed.

That could so easily be your husband.

~ Look, I know how you feel.
~ Really?

You know, do you?

Because I have dreams,
proper, real dreams,

about smothering my own kids, myself,

just so I can be free of all this

for one fucking day where
I am not scared shitless!

Ryan's tried to get a job!

Look, you're not here
to help, you never are.

No, you're right. We're not.

We're here to warn you

that this man doesn't give a
shit about you and your family.

You're numbers in a margin
to him. You're profit.

This is what you're risking.

I thought that photo
thingy really worked.

Or the speech.

Uh, maybe. One...

or the other.

Well, we follow her instead.

Maybe she's worried enough
to go see her husband, or...

Or something else.

You laid it on a bit thick, you know.

Fucking hell!

Today, all right?

The operation is happening today.

She hates me, doesn't she? Your boss.

~ I can tell.
~ No, that's just her way.

~ Short, sharp, to the point.
~ It's all right.

Don't like her much either.

Anything?

If there's someone here in particular
that you want me to point out,

just say the word.

No. No, Jesus, no!

Just tell us if you think any
of them are the guy you saw.

Honestly, I'm trying, but...

no.

The arresting officer's
been shagging someone else

behind his missus's back.

You blackmailed him into
letting me go, did you?

I persuaded him to save on paperwork.

HE LAUGHS

People lie to me every day, Laurie.

~ You get into a kind of mind-set...
~ There's no need to apologise, love.

Who's apologising? I'm saying
I don't believe you.

I think there's other reasons
why you got out your tree

~ and went off like that.
~ OK,

I pissed against a
police car because...

I don't like the police. They've
taken my wife away from me

and I don't know how
to talk to her about it.

~ How have they taken me away?
~ It's like you're not here any more, Viv.

Maybe that's because here is where
we let a defenceless girl down.

Where the best we could do was have
her dragged out of the cold water.

Not taking that home. Sorry.

No.

Tell you what.

Name ten people whose cars
you want pissing on,

and I'll do it.

Make it 25 and you've got a deal.

Our guy here is going
to take you home.

Listen, don't beat yourself up
about it. You did your best, OK?

~ Thanks.
~ All right.

Hey, Laurie, you big fanny. Bet you've
got the hangover to end all.

~ Yeah, and then some for my sins.
~ You're live on air, caller.

Location of operation confirmed.
Kicking off now, we're heading over.

~ We've got a big one.
~ Yeah?

I'll see you at home, OK?

~ Oh, wait in the car, OK?
~ With the money?

There's no way I still get it, no.

All right, sweep in. Cover the exits.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Find out who these lovely people are.

Will do.

Shut it down.

Hold up.

Hold up a moment.

Think we've got a runner!
I'll go round the back.

It's not just a removal.

Got eyes. We thought it was
harvest festival, didn't we?

~ But it's a recycling bank.
~ That's the recipient's family.

The NHS won't even put
him on a transplant list.

Low chance of success,
waste of resources.

And if we put a stop to this,
kidney goes for nothing.

Unless the transplant was
in progress when we arrived.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We both
know you're in trouble.

So I'd focus if I were you.
I'd really bloody focus.

~ Anything?
~ Nothing.

~ FOOTSTEPS
~ Wait.

First floor!

Andrew!

You look nice.

Like a proper copper. It suits you.

Oh, and there was me
about to arrest you,

but seeing as you've got
such a sweet mouth...

Look, no matter what you think about
me, I did those people a favour.

~ Why don't you just let
me bring you in, Andrew?
~ Hang on.

You've seen the state of
places like that, yeah?

If you're born there, your life
expectancy takes a ten year hit

~ right off the bat.
~ And that's before someone like you sweeps in

~ to exploit their situation, right?
~ There are places in India

where half the village have sold
organs. Half the village - for what?

300 quid a pop.

~ I pay 2,000.
~ SHE LAUGHS

And how much do you sell them on for?

Andrew, what's your plan here?

Hoping to lecture us to death?

See, she understands.

She pretends she doesn't, but...

When she was telling me that
whole spiel about the kids,

about how she feels
like she's drowning,

she meant every word.

Didn't you?

You're as desperate as they come.

Joy! Joy!

~ Ah!
~ Argh! Arrrgh!
~ Get down!

HE SHOUTS AND MOANS

All I did was ask for
a photo of your dad.

Are you going to sulk
like a 12-year-old?

A naked photo of my dad, Tegan.

Who, by the way, uses
women like Kleenex.

Does his business with them, crumples
them up, tosses them aside.

~ I've seen it all my life.
~ Oh, OK, so this is real concern for me,

~ this, isn't it? And not your
screwed up daddy issues?
~ Not concern. Pity.

You did the son, now you're
going to do the father.

~ Yeah, do you know what?
You can fuck off, an' all.
~ OK, fine by me.

You sure you're all right?
That was some hit.

Look, I'm sorry I froze back there.

No! It was great. See, that's my job.

If any of you lot freeze,
I have to act,

and I knew that before but
it suddenly all just clicked.

At least until we went through that
glass, and then I was just like...

that was stupid. SHE LAUGHS

~ That's Patty ready for reactivation.
~ Go for it.

And Joy said let there be
light, and there was light.

What happened?

I got overconfident.

Tried petting a wounded animal.

Might want to sit down.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING FROM VIDEO

SHARP YELP FROM VIDEO

SLAPPING NOISES

Surprise!

Drink that while you're
getting ready.

I'm taking you somewhere special
tonight, and no arguments.

Erm, is Cathy home?

Yeah, she's upstairs I think.

Dinah. HE SIGHS

I saw the video.

~ You and Dr Peep.
~ She OK?
~ What do you think?

You're going to have to look
at me sometime, Cathy.

You can't pretend this didn't happen.

Look, I know you're frustrated.

No, you don't know!
About me, how I feel.

You treat me like I'm some
fucking puzzle to be solved.

~ I don't.
~ I enjoyed it! Hitting her. Slapping her.

Knowing she wasn't going
to fight back and...

I'm going to go and stay at Alpha's.

~ I'm upset, but I'm not throwing you out!
~ I have to anyway.

Why?

Why do you have to go?

~ A few months now.
~ Oh, Cathy...

Don't worry. It's Alpha's.

He's over the moon. He's
going to be a great dad.

Enthusiastic twat.

I bet you're kind of relieved, right?

Not going to be your
responsibility no more.

PHONE BEEPS

~ Is she leaving?
~ Yeah.

Oh.

You want me to give her a lift?

Erm...

I've been called in to work.

Sorry.

I know. I'm a nightmare.

Same time tomorrow, yeah?

What, when you say you've
cooked me dinner...?

Yeah?

Takeaway is not the same thing.

Listen, I've got to dash. There's
something big going on here.

Well, I'll tell you later.

Now say you love me and piss off, eh?

Should've had him arrested
months ago. Perfect husband.

Right, so here's the news.
We got hit 20 minutes ago.

~ Handyman sent a message to Patty.
~ Oh, what's he been saying?

"Hey, sexy." Pause of 34
seconds. "Where you been?"

Pause of one minute 40 seconds.

"Usually don't give girls who
stand me up a second chance.

"Might make an exception
for you, if you're lucky."

~ And did we reply back?
~ Just a smiley.

One of them that's winking and
blowing a kiss at the same time.

Thought it best to start slow,
make him do a bit of work for my
attention. Keep him interested.

COMPUTER PINGS

And apparently he is.

Handyman's tried to make
contact with Miller.

He's agreed to a date!

SHOUTING AND CRASHING

They know where we live.

Going after my wife. They've
gone after Elizabeth.

This is not justice. He should
never have been released.

Whoa, get off me, you mad bitch!

SCREAMING Why wasn't
I told what he'd done?!

Are you threatening me?

I think so.