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There was a bank job.
I read about it on the radio.

Don't tell me he's dead. Is he dead?

Yes. Ah! I said don't tell me!

I'm going undercover.

Looks like I'm
about to make a new friend.

I'm not on Facebook.

I look forward
to us working together.

That hand killed my wife.
Actually that was this hand.

I need an extra pair of hands
on a job that's coming up.

No, the Big Man said we're not
meant to... I said shut it!

Eat your lolly.

We must have sex on here now.
I don't want to hear this.

Mr Macratty say museum job
very shocking and important.

You am help me?
I am help you. Thank you.

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Surely, when you're a
police officer,

you don't have sex
when you're undercover.

Or if you do,
you stick to missionary.

Officers are just people.

Take me. When the public look at me,
they see an ambitious,

confident woman,

destined to rule over millions.

What they don't see is

the frightened little girl
behind the politician.

Jenny, go to bed, me and the nice
police lady are going to have sex.

What?! I didn't come here for that.

We both know that's not true.

We can't do this.

Don't forget, this week it's
Help a Blameless Child, your chance

to help a kiddiewink in need.

They really do need your help,
so please tune in this Friday.

Macratty's been getting inside
information on these bank jobs.

Now, he's got a new plan.
A bigger plan.

That's why this is a two-parter.
But why the museum?

Whatever that's about,
it's incredibly important.

I've got to stay in there,
stay close to Macratty,

keep on top of those
people around him,

keep pumping, pumping, pumping,
till something comes up.

Like Katya? Yes, I like Katya.
But not the way you're thinking.

I thought sex was a fragile,
precious thing to you.

That's what you used to shout
when you were doing me from behind.

At least now I know the truth. You
just ejaculate blankly and move on.

You're no better than
Iain Duncan Smith.

I didn't do anything with Katya!
I've got to stay undercover.

We just pretended to have sex.

Yeah, look at that nice bum.

You like bum and also buttock.

We had to, Macratty was listening
outside, we had to be

completely convincing so Macratty
wouldn't guess what we were up to.

Oh!

Yeah, put your clothes on now,

while I mop my enormous penis clean.

Dammit! I'm this close!
Down. Better? Get down!

Hello, hello, hello...

Enjoying your water, Miss Piggy?

I'm trying to eat. You should try
the breakfast. I hear it's great.

How's yours, pal?

It's not what you think!
I'm my twin brother.

He'll blow my cover, come on!

Oh! Help a blameless... Oh!

Help a... oh!

Macratty, it's Tumbler!

Coppaire's a copper.
He's calling Macratty, Jack!

Do you hear me? A copper!

A pig, a snout, a filth,
a fuzz, a policeman!

Probably got the hat
and everything.

The moment you hear this,
have him killed.

All right? All right.

Come on, Tumbler!
We know where you are. Shit!

Police! Oldman! Old Man!

Drop it!

Still drop it!

I hope you like mortuary food.

Jesus H Bomb.

What kind of monster would do that?

Five of kings.

That is impressive.

And here's me with nothing more
than the 13 of cocks.

Nigel, scotch.

Me not got no more scotch!
Me's only got Dutch whiskey.

Scotch. Office. You. Get.

Did we ever officially
identify this poor soul?

Yes, but it wasn't easy. His DNA was
crushed beyond all recognition.

Just like your career prospects.

If we hadn't stopped him,
the case would never be closed.

Just like your legs.

Bloke-bird. Jezebel. Fucker. Tit.

Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer
my suspects 100% less killed.

This operation had better
be going somewhere.

Macratty's planning a heist
for someone called The Big Man.

We need to stick to him
like pubes on soap.

We've already got enough to have
Macratty sent down for weeks,

maybe even fortnights. You had no
permission to run this wire.

Your "evidence" has broken every
rule in the book. Habeas corpus.

Sanguis bibimus. Agnus Dei-ton.
File this under "shreds".

But... You went against a
direct order.

And Cloth's forgotten which side
he's on. Pull him off the case.

He's already fingered Macratty.

I don't care if he's fingered
Condoleezza Rice,

I said pull him off.

Or do I have to go next door
and pull him off myself?!

Be the first hands-on police work
YOU'VE ever done.

I see your subtle undercover
operation continues apace.

You made so much mess
it showed up on Google Earth.

You were off the chart back there.
Away with the fairies.

Out of Africa. On the buses.

I can't stop now, I am THIS close
to forgetting which side I'm on.

It's over. Finito, what the
Norwegians call Feenee-toss.

If I get so much of a whiff
that you're still pursuing this,

I'll find the staff rota and
have you cut from the same. But...

CUT from the same, Cloth!

He can't shut us down.
I'm THAT close.

I can't keep covering for you, Jack.

First the tuck shop heroin,
now this.

Boys down the station think you've
forgotten which side you're on.

That's not true and you know it.

Jack Coppaire.
Jack, we need to have a chat.

Things we need to discuss.

I'll be right there. Good.

So, what's up?
You heard about Tumbler?

What about him?
He got killed...

19 minutes ago.

Someone put a bulldozer through
his head. You found out quickly.

It's trending on Twitter.
What would you know about that?

It's a social networking service
that lets celebrities

communicate with sycophants.

And Tumbler? Dunno, does he have an
account? Not now he's dead.

How do you think that happened?
Maybe he got sloppy.

So sloppy they had to sluice him
off the ground with a hose.

Where were you when this was
going on?

I had some unfinished...

shopping.

Give him a seat.

Know what I think?
You're a stool pigeon.

A snake. A seat pig. A bench rat.
A shit bull!

Two shitbulls barking up a piss-pipe
with the word 'copper'

on top in big police
coloured writing.

Maybe - but I'm NOT a cop. Slap him.

Give me one good reason

why I shouldn't blow your brains
out right now.

They'll stain your lair.
Tickle him.

You disappoint me, Jack. I told you.

I'm not a cop. Ask me how much
I like doing crime, out of ten.

You'd be surprised. Why don't we put
that to the test?

Bring him in.

This is Twitch. Twitch let me down,
didn't you, Twitch?

Got trigger-happy in a bank,
shot a former EastEnder.

Shoot him. What?

Shoot him in the head.

What you waiting for?

Come on.

Do it.

Do it for me!

Do it.

You didn't think I'd hand you
a loaded gun, did you?

This one, on the other hand...

At least we know you're not
a policeman.

A pig wouldn't have been able
to pull the trigger.

Because pigs have trotters.

Anyway.

Now we're a man short for the
museum job. Need some new muscle.

Someone smart.

Know anyone with
brains I can stomach?

I'll chew it over.

You do that.

Ours is a proud city,
a city I'm proud to serve

and I'm not ashamed to say that,
I am PROUD.

In fact I'm proud of that pride,

but the city also has a sickness
at its heart, a sickness of crime.

We need boots on the ground,
fists in the face.

But this isn't just about
tackling crime, it's about tackling

the fear of crime. Our police
need to be more visible, that's

why my front-line initiative won't
just put 1,000 extra bobbies

on every single street of this city,
but will dress them in these.

Nincompiffle.
Some might call this nincompiffle.

But those backward thinkers
are precisely the kind of people

I'll replace as Chief of Police
when I become your mayor.

A vote for Goodgirl
is a vote for hope.

Attention, citizens.

Don't forget that tonight is your
chance to help a blameless child.

With the telephones and all telephone.

Yes, we'll have music, fun, laughter,
fun, music, laughter, fun,

music, more fun and money.
Pledged by you, current citizens at home.

Yep, so make sure you tune in and...
Help a blameless child!

The body can't rising like
a mortgage full of flat.

It's more than pull an ever
I'd stick with a Macratty.

To do that I need
someone else with me.

For God sake, Jack,
you for God match side your own.

We're over here.

One of you needs to join me
undercover. Make no mistake,

entering Macratty's world means
walking from the side

of justice right into a sewer.
That's a sewer side mission.

We need someone who can assume a
character and be utterly convincing.

If only Todd was still here.

I won't lie to you. Out of ten,
your chances of survival are nought.

Out of five, not much better.

To volunteer for this,
you'd have to be crazy or foolhardy.

What does foolhardy mean?

OK, Des, you're in. Nice one, Guv.

Wait. What about Bullock?

He met Des at the scrap yard,

he even mentioned how hairy
his hands were.

Hairy hand.

He's going to clock that immediately
and shoot him in the head.

That's just a risk he'll have to
take. He'll shoot you too.

Well, dammit, who else can do it?!
Who haven't they seen yet?!

If we shave Des's hands, they won't
recognise him! Nice work, Asap.

Des, you're going
to have to be as sharp as him,

or your life's on the line here.

Macratty's gang's got a vacancy,
the question is, can you fillet?

I spent a summer in a fishmonger's
deboning salmon...

That's good to know but be warned,

this is going to take every ounce
of spunk you can muster, Des.

If you come,
I'll expect you to cover my back

and I mean completely cover it.

Had yoghurt for breakfast, Guv.
OK! Let's car.

Excuse me, sir, no men allowed.

I don't give a toss about your
penophobic door policy,

I'm important and angry and you must
let me through in that order.

Ah, Mr Boss, how nice of you to
interrupt our regular power lunch

for a friendly shout.

I don't care for upstart politicians
who publicly undermine me in print.

Would you prefer it in person?

Ladies, this is Tom Boss,
he's a twat.

You'd do well to remember that
you're not mayor yet,

and fortunes change
quickly in politics.

One minute you're taking
Marilyn Monroe up the Oval Office,

the next you've soiled a car seat
by a school book depository.

Call the papers, tell them Mr Boss
has taken leave of his senses.

You'll regret this. And that
his breath smells of Quavers.

I may be leaving,
but I'm not going anywhere,

you won't get rid of me
without a fight.

I hope that's not a threat, Mr Boss.

I suppose you do, Miss Goodgirl,
I suppose you do.

OK.

Should be undetectable unless you
cough or bend over suddenly.

Let's go over your cover story one
more time. Who are you? I'm me.

Good. And where did you two meet?

Guardian Soulmates. Oh, come on,
Des, focus. Sorry, Guv.

And stop deferring to me.
You're not a cop, you're a criminal.

In there, it's dog eat dog. It's a
cathouse. A horse fight. A cow poke.

Concentrate. Where did we meet?

I was doing a five stretch
in Belmarsh. How come you bonded?

He got me a job in the prison
aquarium. What were you in for?

Swearing. What's your blood group?
D minus. Who created Super Mario?

Shigeru Miyamoto. Where was he born?
Kyoto, Japan. What year? Uhh...

19... Uh...

You better hope this
doesn't come up. '52.

Bonus round. What do you get
when you kiss a girl?

You get enough germs to catch
pneumonia. And after you do?

She'll never phone ya. I'll...?
Never fall in love again.

You're ready. Let's go.

Right. Listen up.
This is the big one.

If you can't hack it, there's always
the door. Door's locked, boss.

Some new meat round the table,
so I'll do the how-d'yer-dos.

Me, you know. Bullock. Tiger.
Animal. Coppaire.

Sadly Tumbler, as you all know,
has passed on,

due to circumstances
and a bulldozer beyond his control.

So taking his place is
Des Sergeant here,

vouched for by our man Coppaire.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Depends if you watch your mum
with her clients.

Let me see your hands.

How do we know you're clean?
You can sniff me arse if you like.

We don't need another
joker on this job,

we need somebody who can
handle a shooter.

Des is the best shot on the force.

And when I say "on the force",
I mean "in the world of crime".

I hope you're right. Right. Enough
of the Loose Women. Got a job to do.

City of Town Museum.

A dusty retirement home
for cultural hand-me-downs,

historical bric-a-brac. Also
selling novelty pens, postcards,

and the educational Dino-Cress.

Has it got an owl? No.

But what it does have is this -

the largest exhibit of diamonds,
rubies, coins, cocaine, gold bullion

and more diamonds ever assembled.

Culture section in the Independent
gives it five stars,

says you should
"Fight for a ticket".

The Times calls it "truly dazzling".

I say "let's nick it."

Main road here. Entrance here.

Side exits here, here, here.
Any questions? How's the security?

Tight. One whole guard.
Working legs? Two of them.

And here he is, Doug Handler.
Head of Security. 51, 6'2".

12-10.

6:30 to 12:00, six days a week,
18K per annum, bonus ball 16.

He's a man of routine. 19:30 to
20:00, walks the perimeter.

20:02, does a little burp.

20:04, bends down to
pick up a discarded bag.

That's where you come in.
We'll never fit in that bag.

You won't have to. You'll be outside
in the van. Tiger, you drive.

Pick some proper music this time,
none of your Leonard Cohens.

'That's more like it.

'Make your way up to the museum
just after closing time.

'Get yourselves fired up,
ready to take on the guard as he's

'sitting there obliviously reading
a book with a portentous title.

'He'll put down his book to
go about his rounds.

'When he stretches,
he lets out a sigh...'

'Covers the approach of your van.

'They've put up a new poster
for the swimwear exhibit.

'You have to allow three extra
seconds for him

'to look at that before
he carries on his way.

'Then he goes outside for a smoke.

'He knows he shouldn't,
but he's addicted.

'It's a bittersweet habit for him
because it reminds him of Michelle.'

Michelle...

Now, she was a girl.

Time they spent together
in the summer of '78.

He thought it would last for ever.

But, of course, nothing lasts
for ever, gentlemen.

So here he is now, just another
poor schlub with a bad habit

and a worse back.

And no Michelle. Smoke it up, mate,
bollocks to everything, yeah?

'Anyway, when he lights up,
be ready,

cos the moment
he coughs into his hand'

is the moment you unleash hell.

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go go, go, go, go,

get in there!
Go, go, go, go, go.

20... 19... 18...

17... 16... 15...

14... 13... 12...

11... Ten...

Nine... Eight... Seven...

Seven... Seven... Go, go, go. Six...

Go, go, go.

Five... Four... Oi! Three...

Two...

I'm Just going to get my nephew
one of those Dino-cress things

from the gift shop.
Seriously, I will be ONE second.

This diamond job is a smoke screen.

There's something else in
that museum we're after.

The Big Man's offered top dollar for
it. This is where you'll find it.

Sweet child of mine!

Oldman. Old man.

Macratty's not after the diamonds,
that's a decoy.

The real target is a nuclear
detonator. A nuclear whatanator?

It means there's a bomb
out there somewhere.

Call the HAZMAT squad. SOCO, MI5,
CI5, Interpol, Dempsey, Makepeace,

Earth, Wind & Fire.

Jack? Jack?!

Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack?

I'll take that. Jack? Jack?

Jack? I'm afraid bacon boy is
otherwise engaged but

if you'd like to hear me blow his
pig brains out, stay on the line.

I'm going to enjoy this.
Fine, shoot me like a coward.

You were always gutless.

Hanging round Macratty's tag nuts, crying
because he paid me more attention than you.

You shut yer muncher! Couldn't stand
the way he looked at me, could you?

After everything you did for him.

You even did your hair the way
he liked it. I SAID SHUT IT!

He doesn't respect you
because you're weak. WEAK!

You even flinch at loud noises!
You're pathetic!

Purple Ronnie. Time... to die.

The bloody...

Time to die again.

Jack?! Jack?!

Jack?! Jack?! Jack?!
Jack?!

Jack?! Jack?! Jack?! Jack?!
Jack?! Jack?!

Jack?! Jack?! Jack?! Jack?! Jack?!

Jack?! Jack! Jack! Jack?!

Jack! Jack! JACK!

Jack! Jack! Jack! JACK! JACK!

Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!

Jack?! Oh, help a blameless child.
Jack! Jack!

Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!

JACK?!

Jack, you're injured!

I'll bleed when I'm dead.

That's not how blood works. Come on.

Got these two, overpowered them by
releasing a scent. Where's Bullock?

Got away with the detonator.

That means there's a bomb out
there somewhere

and I'm going to stop it,
even if I die before I can.

Guv!

Katya! Katya, no!

What happened? Who did this to you?

Mr Macratty. He... He... He...

Try not to laugh.

I know you police, Jack.

How? The phone message.

She's going into flashback.

'Tumbler leave message,
he say you copper.

'I delete before you trouble.'

Why did he do this to you?

He think I tell cops about plan to
steal two-stage bridgewire

thermonuclear detonator -
for how you say - bomb?

What's the target?

The Big Man wants wipe out the kids
who don't be blame...

Help a Blameless Child.

Help a blameless child,
help a blameless child.

Help a blameless child.

They're blowing up the telethon.

Somebody tell the boys
down the station.

Tell the boys down the station.
You say you help me...

I'll help you, Katya, I'll never
let anyone hurt you again.

Somebody call an ambulance.

Katya, Katya. Stay with me.

She's gone, Jack.

NOOOOOOOO!

NOOO! Don't take her, take me!
No, Jack!

That won't bring her back!
You don't know that.

I do!

I also know she wouldn't want this.

She'd want you to catch Macratty
and the Big Man to stop the bomb

and save the day. That way,
her death will have meaning, Jack!

Otherwise she's just another dead
Forkkrainian girl on a

marble-effect museum floor.

Noooo!

Let's go shut down this telethon.
I'll call Boss.

Whatever.

Welcome back to Help a
Blameless Child, where the

totaliser currently is
standing at a whopping...

9,575k pounds!
And 432 pences.

That's amazing. An incredible
figure, but it's not over yet.

Just as well there's still
plenty of goodness to come...

Camera two, close up on Konnie. OK.

Camera three, on the totaliser.
Right you are.

BA753, you are clear to land, over.

Roger that,
wheels to land-mode, over.

Come on, once that thing's set
we've got to be at least 38 miles

away or we'll be incinerated.
And I'm fond of this shirt.

Why does the Big Man want to blow
this place up anyway?

Climactic purposes. Hurry up.
Set the trigger mechanism.

Come on, come on.

Boss isn't answering.

Where the hell is he?

Tom Boss.
What are you doing here?

Handing over a cheque
some of our officers raised with

a sponsored brute-ala-thon.

They threw a suspect down the stairs
for seven hours. Most admirable.

How much did you raise?

100,001 pounds.
Oh, my.

You did do well. Yes.

Almost there, let's do a summary.

So, the Big Man paid Macratty
to commit crimes...

And the bank jobs raised
the money for bomb materials

and the museum heist
provided the detonator.

So The Big Man's been pulling
the strings all along.

Macratty's just a puppet,
like Roland Rat or the Queen.

But we still don't know
who this Big Man is.

Whoever he is, he's Macratty's boss.

Boss... Boss... Boss... Boss...

What about Tom Boss?
He's a big man, he can take it.

I'm the big man round here.

Boss! Boss is the Big Man.

Why would Boss blow up the telethon?

Boys down the station think
Goodgirl's planning to get

rid of him. And she's presenting
a cheque. Come on!

Guv, Guv!

Sorry, sir, that corridor leads
into the bowels of the building

into which no-one shall pass.
Is there a lavatory down there? Yes.

Well, then let me through, I ate
some undercooked chicken earlier

and my backside is about to be sick.
Now, listen. Do you want me

to stand here and defecate?
With celebrities present?!

No. Well, let me through.

Wow, so a big hand
everyone for Hope Goodgirl!

Police, police, get out of my way.
Police, police! Police.

Clear the way!

Where did that come from?

I'll check it out.
You two take the gallery.

Look, sorry you can't come through
here, this is restrict...

So really, any time, here's my card.
Oh, thanks, but... You will take it.

That's what I like to see.

Police! What's going on?

There's a nuclear device
in this building.

We need to shut down this broadcast
now. But it's for charity.

Millions will die
if you don't evacuate now.

But Richard from Pointless
is about to juggle grapefruit.

All right, after that. But not a
moment later. OK, Richard, stand by.

Give it up, Tom. It's over.

I said give it up!
He can't hear you, Coppaire.

The blast from my gun
popped his eardrums.

Why do you think I'm wearing these
protective headphones?

What protective headphones? What?

Will you at least let me
warn the talent?

Just do it.

Rufus, Konnie?

Guys, it's going really well,
great energy, but there is a nuclear

bomb in the building so we might
have to wrap things up a bit early.

All right. So will we throw
to an ad break or...?

Yeah, maybe, we're going to play
that by ear. Cool.

You thought you could fool me,
Coppaire.

I knew you were filth
from the start. No, you never.

But Boss was the Big Man. He just
come in here looking for the toilet.

He was never the Big Man.
Well, that...

only leaves one other
major character.

You didn't honestly think a powerful
lesbian would turn out to be

benevolent, did you?

That must never be allowed to
happen. But why do this?

Isn't it obvious?

Celebrities and blameless children,

blasted to oblivion on
live television?

In HD?

The viewers would be horrified.

Then they'd watch it a
second time on catch-up

and be horrified all over again.

The word "yikes"
would trend on Twitter

for 100,000 years.

And when the public is afraid,

they yearn for a strong hand
to guide them.

Someone with a record for being
tough on crime.

And the City of Town
is just the start.

Once I control this backwater,
who knows where I'll rule next?

I could take this to Downing Street
or Swanage.

I love Swanage.

I love Swanage. I love Swanage.
I love Swanage.

You're insane.

Is it insane to thirst for power?

Is it insane to reach out and take
what's yours, even when it isn't?

Is it insane to stand naked,
bathed in the moonlight, screaming

"I laugh at the blood of the fallen,
for I am the taker of souls"?

Yes, it is.
I don't want to rush you Hope,

but we'd best shit off out of here
before this goes pop.

Agreed.

You're going to like this Cloth,

that bomb is hooked up
to the totaliser. What?

The moment the donations hit
ten million, then farewell,

blameless children,
and hello, Fuhrer Goodgirl.

Not if I shoot you from the ground
unexpectedly first.

Ow!

Come on, Macratty, come on.

Turn yourself in,
while there's still time.

Work it up, you dirt box.

Oldman - The Big Man is Goodgirl.

I repeat - the Big Man is Goodgirl.

Oh, my God. Goodgirl's the Big Man?

That too, and listen,
the bomb is linked to the totaliser.

If it hits ten million, it'll blow.

I'll take care of Goodgirl.

You stop the viewers donating
any more money.

How am I going to do that?

Use the autocue.

You'd better hurry.
We're coming back from a break

in five... four... three...

Hello and welcome back to
Help a Blameless Shit,

where our totaliser currently
stands at more than we need

and every penny you donate is spent
on providing backrubs for racists.

Yeah, because most of the kids we've shown
you are simply making their symptoms up.

In fact, the only thing they're
suffering from is

acute lying syndrome.

And remember every child you've seen
tonight is a holocaust denier.

Oh, keep... still... I'm trying!
No, hold his head. I'm trying. Argh.

This one's for Tumbler.

This one's for Bullock.

No, you killed Bullock, actually.

Do you want me to shoot you again?
No, thank you.

And this one's for being a...

What does it taste of?

Copper.

Thanks, Oldman.
Old man.

Thanks, old man.

Goodgirl's still out there.
I'm on it.

Tom!

It's no good, Jack,
it's not good.

I'm fading... everything's
turning sepia...

No!

Tom, stay with me, hold on. Hold on.

So George Osborne is standing
inside this costume, right now,

with a huge erection and the more money
you pledge, the harder it gets.

So for God's sake, stop pledging
money, you dreadful, stinking scum.

Get out of my way!

Hope, no!

Venereal disease,
Ebola virus and pancreatic cancer.

Camera three, close-up on the
dark-haired one kneeing

the other one in the face,
camera two,

see if you can get an
up-skirt shot...

Konnie, it's not safe! Come on!

We could have gone places together
you and I. Like Centre Parcs?

Yes, like Centre Parcs!

I offer you love and boundless power
and you toss it all away. For what?

A man called Cloth? Yes. Well.
I hope it was worth it.

Camera one, a bit of windpipe has
just landed in Rufus' hair,

zoom in on that.

Camera two,
close up on the owl's wound.

Camera one, see if you can get me
something, anything with the geckos.

Thank you, Jack.

You need to brush your teeth.

I never can save the good ones.

Kate, Todd, Katya.

A stranger dressed as an owl.

Owls die, Jack. You taught me that.

Coming for a drink, Guv?

I've got to be somewhere.

I'll give you a lift.

I'll walk.

But you live 12 miles away.

And you're barefoot.
And it's freezing.

Do I? Am I? Is it?

I hadn't noticed.

I thought maybe you
and I could... catch up.

I'm catching up with someone else.

But I don't understand. Nor do I.

That's just how feelings work.

But you hate him.

Love and hate don't mean anything,
they're just words

we use to describe
meaningful feelings.

He killed your wife.

No-one's perfect.

But I love you, Jack!

I love you!

Anne, you're a lesbian.

You've forgotten which side
you're on. You can't love him,

you're straight.

Bi, Anne.

Blameless child?

We're all women on the first day.
Is it that obvious I'm new?

Welcome to the rest of your life.
Welcome to Hell.

Oh, I got you that Twix, Guv.
Thank you.

It's my brother. Your brother?

His brother? His brother.

You don't have any respect for
anything with knockers or a fanny.

I believe the medical term
is quim, inspector.

Des, I would love to invite you
upstairs but...

But, this car hasn't got
an upstairs.

It's good to know
there are female officers

I can really look up to round here.

Please, not the face,
it has sentimental value.

Noooooo!

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