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I know everything.

What do you mean, "everything"?

Test me.

Ask me something you think I don't know about.

- The Barlow murder? - Easy!

The wife did it.

Did you see the way that woman was playing with her wedding ring?

Pop psychology, does not indicate guilt.

No. Because that woman wasn't guilty.

She was playing with her ring because it didn't fit, because

it wasn't her ring, because we arrested the wrong woman.

- But she had ... - ...Mrs. Barlow�s car and credit cards.

Which is why you assumed it was her and not in actual fact

a paid accomplice or lover.

Meanwhile, the real Mrs. B

heads to an airport that wasn't being watched,

because we thought we already had her.

See? I am a frickin' genius!

Who's got delusions of grandeur now, "mom"?

And I mean, obviously, this is

good news for you guys too.

When he said he knows everything ...

Does he know you were boning his wife?

That's actually a good question.

Hey Major!

- No! Don't do that, don't do that! - Did you know that ...

Psych!

I was kidding.

Register alerts for all ferries and airports.

We can assume she's driving the accomplice�s vehicle.

Get on it.

Parfit, it's Major. I need you to hack something for me.

- What's happened? Is it John? - I think he knows about us.

- Why, what's he said? - Nothing.

You think he knows about us but he hasn't said anything?

That's odd, even for him.

- I need a polygraph with an analyst. - He's odd, even for him!

It's this new upgrade. It's made him... clever.

- all Colombian flights ... - I'm gonna tell him about us.

No, no, Roy. You're not gonna tell him about us!

You're always going on about honesty!

This isn't honesty, this is about you assuaging your own guilt!

- It's still the right thing to do. - John has only just moved back in,

if you tell him now, then you're gonna ruin any chance that we have

of making it work.

- Unless, that's why you're doing it? - No!

- Who are you talking to, Roy? - No one.

- Charity Fundraiser. - At half-midnight?

Insomnia charity fundraiser.

How are you getting on with the case?

Cracked it.

A drone ID'd the suspect's vehicle.

I've deployed a unit.

What, all while I was on the phone?

I also made you this.

It's a snake.

Now I want to investigate something personal.

Operation Blue Finch. My shooting.

Right, yeah.

We know that Gilbert and Ryle are bent.

I had Parfit hack their computers,

found an encrypted file containing a single phone number.

It's gotta be their contact.

We text the number and arrange to meet.

You've already done that.

Using a clone of Gilbert's SIM, so it comes from a trusted source.

As soon as we get a reply ...

it's game on!

What about backup?

We don't know how many coppers in this unit are bent.

If there's someone we don't know about who thinks we do know,

they're gonna think we're doing this to convince them it's safe to assume

we're in the dark about something that,

although they don�t know it, we're not aware of.

- I was gonna say that. - Good thinking.

I'll drive.

Are you okay, Roy? You seem ...

... unsettled. - Yeah.

I'm just not used to being the stupid one.

Oh that's charming!

You know what I mean.

With this upgrade you're suddenly two steps ahead of me...

Jesus Christ, John! You never said you had a gun!

It's a dangerous location. No backup.

You'd be a fool not to come armed.

I knew it was you.

- Fuckin' hell, John, I'm sorry! - Hands behind your head, Cleasby!

- Was you expecting someone else? - No.

Like, who?

Gilbert and Ryle, maybe?

And all the bent coppers you've been paying off?

I don�t know, I�m not involved in this, I'm just an low-level dealer.

Bullshit, Cleasby, we've heard that one before!

I could shoot you right now, and get away with it.

No one knows you're here.

Arrest him, John.

Let's get him back to S.I.U.

No, no, don�t take me there, I'll get killed.

You saw what happened to Kristoff.

Kristoff got killed when we let him go.

Well then, don't let me go. Protect me.

I can help you.

Okay. Help us.

Who's The Juggler?

I don�t know, I've never met The Juggler.

Liam Cleasby, I am arresting you on suspicion of ...

- But I'll find him for you. - How?

Here's how.

Ring Gilbert and Ryle and tell them we're onto you.

But that's the truth.

Well, I know that doesn't come easily.

Tell them you're gonna grass,

unless you can meet up with The Juggler...

...tonight.

- Where should we meet? - What am I, your fucking travel agent?

Pick somewhere.

Look, I arranged the meeting with The Juggler like you asked.

Can you take the cuffs off now, please? - No.

I'm not trying to escape, I don't want to be murdered!

Then, I advise you, shut your mouth!

John, where are we going?

Don't tell me you don't know where we're going!

You recognise this route.

You've done it loads of times.

Why have we come to your house at two o'clock in the morning,

with a criminal in the car?

You said it yourself.

Because now I'm two steps ahead of you.

Never leave a suspect unattended in the vehicle, DI Carver.

- John. - Hello, Kelly.

What are you doing up and about?

Just couldn't sleep.

That's not like you.

Why not?

This is Liam Cleasby.

He's a drug dealer involved in my shooting.

- How's it going? - Hi.

I won't be a minute.

- He knows, I'm sure of it! - But he hasn't said anything yet?

It was a test to see if we admit it.

Yes, well maybe you're projecting it on to him,

in order to displace the sense of guilt you're feeling...

We haven't got time for a fucking two-hour psychology assessment, Kelly!

We need to decide on this now!

I'm telling you, he knows!

We can't know for sure. Not without talking to him, can we!

Okay, let... let... let's ask the criminal. What do you think?

- What? - You can�t ask him!

Why not? He's a neutral observer. You were in the car.

Do you think that John knows about Roy and I?

- I'm just a low-level drug dealer. - Fuck off!

We need to say something before John ...

Before I say what?

They've been having an affair.

I told you to shut up!

I'm sorry, I don't think it's fair for him not to know.

- I was going to say something... - ... after you had died ...

Actually it was after he had died!

I was going to tell you. I wanted to tell you.

He should have known... he should have known.

I worked it out as soon as Parfit upgraded me.

John, we need to talk. Okay?

All of us.

Not you. John, please ...

- No... - John, where are you going?

Work.

We'll talk some other time.

I told you he's changed.

He needs time to process the trauma in his own way.

Come on, you little scrote!

Get in the car, dickhead.

Oh God, John!

What are we doing here? You said you wouldn't bring me in?

Shut up, you! You've done enough damage for one night.

Don't blame me, I'm not the one who slept with his wife.

- You know, John... - We need to lie low until

we meet The Juggler.

No one comes in here.

Make yourself comfortable.

Hey, you've got pictures of me on the wall?

Were these the best you can get?

- Should he be looking at that? - Makes no difference.

An hour from now, we'll come face to face with The Juggler

and this will be over, one way or another.

We should get some rest.

- You know, John, once everything ... - Forget it.

Just try to relax.

- Maybe we should ... - No.

- Please, just ... - No.

- I just want to ... talk. - There's nothing to talk about.

Nothing to talk about?!

We're about to confront the head

of an organization that had you assassinated,

and you just found out I slept with your wife!

Someone's been here.

It all looks the same.

This pencil ...

it's been moved.

Must be a cleaner.

Would a cleaner attach this?

Shit ...

What is that, a camera?

- Yeah. - Someone knows I'm here?

And knows we're investigating Operation Blue Finch.

Then why don't they try to stop us?

They wanna keep tabs, see what we know.

This has gotta go higher than Gilbert and Ryle.

Take him back to the car. Now.

I'll grab us some vests.

We need some protection to meet The Juggler.

John, be careful.

You don't know who you can trust.

You can say that again.

I can�t get out.

Thanks.

- DI Major. - Boss.

- You're working late! - Celebrating.

Mrs. Barlow - the real one - has been apprehended and charged.

All thanks to you.

Felicitations, John.

Former Commissioner Chalmers happened to hear about it,

and she popped in with a bottle of fizz to say, "well done".

Come and join us for a quick one.

I'd love to, ma'am, but, er,

I need to get home to my wife.

With two Kevlar vests? What on earth do the pair of you get up to?

Now, come and join us for a drink.

That's a direct order.

Do not let him leave.

What's happening?

Stop him! Go!

Armed police! Stay where you are!

They're ready to switch me off!

- Where's the vests? - Move, Carver!

Sorry, ma'am, they got away.

Okay, where's he heading to?

- Who? - Cute! Listen.

I could have you deported back to Disneyland

before you can say, "Golden Grahams"!

You can track DI Major, right?

There's a chip in his head!

It's a nano-transmitter.

And he's managed to take it offline.

Woo, incredible! I really knocked it out of the park with this update.

Hi. Hiya. Sorry.

- Is DI Major in the building? - No.

- Okay, Carver? - No.

Um ... Chief Superintendent, umm ... Dennett?

- Raced off somewhere. - There was an officer,

she brought John flowers ...

Judy!

Sorry, Judy's not in tonight.

No, but I might be able to help.

I'll take you to Dr. Parfit. She'll be able to find DI Major.

Great, thank you. What's your name?

My name ... yeah, it's...

Sorry, could you tell me on the way?

Great! Thank you. Thank you so much!

I hope you know what you're doing, John.

Might have guessed you'd choose this place to meet The Juggler, Cleaby.

Back where it all began.

Do you remember what happened that night?

- We were standing over ... - Not you, you dickhead!

You were out there meeting Kristoff.

Things went badly wrong,

because we weren't communicating.

3:30am. We should get in position.

- What about me? - You're staying in the car.

But, Juggler's here to meet me. He'll be looking for me.

John? John, what is it?

Shush! Someone's coming.

John, who is it?

Surprise, surprise.

What? What can you see?

What can I see?

I saw my best friend and my wife,

together.

What, and you want to talk about that now?!

You were right, Roy.

We can't leave things left unsaid.

But we can for five minutes! John?

- Gilbert and Ryle! - Carver?

And Major?

It�s one thing, you being with Kelly after I died, but this was before!

John, I'm really sorry. Look, it was just that once and it was only a kiss.

- Where's Cleasby? - Shut up!

Roy!

Forget about Cleasby. Where's The Juggler?

I don't believe it's one of you two bell-ends!

- How long was it going on for, Roy? - Juggler?

We don't know anything about any Juggler.

Bollocks!

Roy! Don't ignore what's going on here.

ME ignore what's going on?

Who's this?

Is this The Juggler?

Shit.

Dennett?

Major?

Carver?

What are you doing here?

What, so you're The Juggler?

What's The Juggler?

I trusted you, Roy.

You were my rock, you and Kelly. My north and south.

I'm following this pair. You said they were suspicious.

We haven't done anything.

So who's the fucking Juggler? Who!

I got it!

It must be some kind of criminal

alias.

Fucking hell! If I hear that once more!

Tell me this: do you love her?

Who do you take your orders from?

- We don�t know what you're talking ab... - From Cleasby.

Shut up, Gilbert!

It's over, Jeannette.

From Cleasby.

No, it can't be Cleasby,

he�s just a low-level drug dealer.

That's just what he wants you to think.

No, no, it can't be ... Cleasby's in the back of our car.

Where is he? He was right there!

Just answer the question, Roy! Do you love her?

Major!

Gilbert.

Simon! No! No!

- What's happening? - We've been set up! Again!

Who's the little scrote now?

No!

- Now! - Get out of the way, Roy!

- No, I won't let him hurt you! - No, I won�t let him hurt you!

No, I can't let you die again! It was my fault the first time!

Bullshit. It wasn't your fault!

You know it was my fault. You remember everything!

You saw me kissing your wife!

No, it was my fault that happened.

I remember now what a dickhead I was.

- I was the dickhead! - I've been a dickhead for years!

I didn't deserve Kelly, and I didn't deserve you either.

I still don't. I'm covering you, Roy!

No, I'm covering you!

Now I've got you.

Ah. That felt good!

I'm covering you, Roy!

No, I'm covering you! I'm gonna save you!

Bastard! I'm gonna save you!

It's over, boys.

Help me up.

For fuck's sake, Roy.

Hold on.

It�s a shame things ended like this.

You should have had backup.

Y'know... backup.

We know. Like a computer.

- Funny. - It's just banter.

You saved our lives today.

I'll never forget you for this, Judy.

Fuck's sake!

I only saved him so I could kill him myself.

I'm not even joking!

I'm gonna write my name on one of those fucking balloons

and I'm gonna choke him with it!

Just in case. What are the stats?

39 percent suitability.

Yeah, don't bother.

I came as soon as I found this.

You were only supposed to read that if I died.

- What's it say? - "Kelly,

I give you and Roy my blessing. All my love, John. "

PS: Only read this if I've died.

Someone wants to speak to you.

I owe you an apology, John.

The fact is, I came to S.I.U. tonight to pull the plug.

But from what I'm hearing,

you single-handedly brought down The Juggler,

Liam Cleasby.

- Not single-handedly. - As far as the AI Ethics Committee

is concerned, your future is now absolutely assured.

I'm so pleased.

Nice work, boys.

That's great news.

Yeah, yes, all good.

Brilliant.

It's getting late. We should - we should go home.

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