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John!

Dad? Dad, is that you?

I thought we might find you here.

We've been so worried about you.

Worried? Why?

Because you know I'm dying.

You've known from the start, both of you.

No!

That's why you never took down my memorial.

You knew I'd need it again.

Everyone knew, except muggins.

We didn't tell you because we didn't wanna stress you out.

There's no need for a ceremony this time.

Just dig a hole, stick me back in there.

Don't even take the dog out, there's room for both of us!

We are sorry about the way things turned out.

Roy kept it a secret to try and save you.

You were sorry last time I died.

But you got over it. The both of you!

You're talking shite, John!

We haven't got time for your self-pity.

You can either stay here feeling sorry for yourself

or you can finish this thing with your dad.

Finish?

Arrest him.

Earlier on at the hotel,

I-I put a tracing agent in his drink.

We can track his location...

My dad's an innocent man.

Is this what you're asking me?

On the final day of my life, huh,

to arrest my own father?

Your dad's a dick!

You're a dick!

Get off me you dick!

Ey, ey, ey, ey!

Carver's right.

I can finish this thing.

I can catch the real criminal.

John, it's your dad!

My god he killed the robbers then he stole the money.

Then he came back to cover it all up.

Where are you going?

Churchland, the lawyer.

She's just a pawn at best.

That's what you think.

- I'm going to lay a booby trap. - A what?

Where you seduce someone in confessing.

That's a honey trap.

Is it?

Anyway, that's what I'm going to do to her.

I'm desperate.

I'm gonna ask you again,

and this time, I want answers.

How do you edit

a PDF document?

I'm having trouble

connecting to the internet right now.

- God! - Please try later.

I wish Dr Parfit was still here.

It's Clifford Major, boss.

He killed the Chelsea Bridge gang and took the money.

I tricked him into drinking a tracing agent...

Slow down DI Carver.

You put something in my drink.

A bug or something.

Well, you didn't think I'd let you get away did you?

So go on.

Track my location right now.

Now you know where I am.

If you want what's good for Kelly,

which I think you do

you'll back off.

DI Carver?

Sorry, boss.

False alarm. I made a mistake.

- What the hell was that about?

Hello, my name is Brian.

Would you like to hear a song?

Shut up!

Sorry.

I know you can hear me, Pigtails.

You're a man with two options,

die in prison,

or tell us everything.

Maybe we can cut you a deal.

I'll talk.

Good answer. I'm going to call my partner.

You've reached the voicemail of DI Stokes...

Stokes! Why?

I'm sorry, Judith.

They paid me a visit yesterday.

They? Who's they?

They threatened my grandmother if I didn't cooperate.

And also offered me a shitload of money.

Thanks.

Don't thank me, talk to me.

Roy?

Kelly, where are you?

I'm at home.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. What's...

Kelly, I'm on my way.

Oh! Hang on, someone's at the door. One sec.

Kelly? Kelly!

Shit!

Boss, they turned DI Stokes.

But I got him.

Pigtails took the deal and talked.

It's Clifford Major, boss, and the lawyer.

They're in this together.

Sorry, who am I speaking to?

It's DI Papastathopoulos.

Papath...

Papastathopoulos.

Papath... What?

Forget it.

I'm on my way to Churchland's office now, boss.

Request backup. She is highly dangerous.

Repeat, highly dangerous.

DI Major!

Hello, Elizabeth.

Or may I call you...

Elizabeth?

What do you want?

I've answered all your questions.

You've got nothing on me.

I've got nothing on you,

you've got nothing on me.

So here we are, both together

with nothing on.

Drink?

No thanks. I... need to be somewhere.

Don't be coy.

I've seen the way you look at me.

I gotta go.

But the evening is young.

We haven't been... properly acquainted.

Let me get this straight.

Are you trying to seduce me into saying something incriminating?

A booby trap? No.

I simply want to make love.

Obviously, if you wanna me ntion

something incriminating along the way, well

that's up to you.

Go on, then.

Get your clothes off.

What?

Kelly!

Kelly!

Kel!

It's me. I'm at the rendezvous.

I've got the package.

- Get here!

Where's Kelly? What have you done with her?

Nothing.

I didn't want this, Carver.

If you hadn't traced me, I'd be gone.

Well, you'd best kill me now.

Because if I get out of this alive...

I'm taking you down.

Come on.

You took your time.

There was a... complication.

- Roy? - Dad?

She's kidnapped you too, Dad?

Course she hasn't, you dipshit!

He's been in on it from the start like I told you.

What happened to you?

Long story.

He tried to have sex with me.

Okay, short story.

This wasn't the plan.

Plan's changed. I'll drive.

You watch them.

Chief Superintendent. Where's Roy?

Excuse me!

I'm afraid you can't just barge into my office like that.

His car's outside my house and he's not answering the phone.

I think he's, um, in real danger.

Churchland has vanished too, boss.

Her office is deserted.

There's also signs of a violent struggle.

But that's where John went. We need to find John.

I thought we were locating DI Carver.

Make your mind up. Which man do you want?

Hey?

There's a love triangle going on.

No, there isn't.

Three people always make a love triangle.

I don't think they do.

Look, to me, it's simple.

Your priority should be with DI Major.

- Why? - I just think he's sexier.

Anyway, you're the one who's slept with both of them.

Maybe Carver's got something, the quiet ones often do.

The fact is,

DI Carver's capable of getting himself out of trouble.

DI Major, all due respect,

is a fucking idiot.

But then again

it's Pancake Day and DI Major's dying so...

It's quite a puzzle, isn't it?

Maybe I can help.

I feel so stupid.

I've been telling Carver you're innocent.

It's not what you think.

I did all this for you, Johnnie.

That's priceless.

- What? - You!

So you kill a gang, steal the loot

and fuck off to Spain with all the money

just cause you're a family man?

Bullshit.

Where are you taking us?

Me and Elizabeth are going to disappear.

We'll leave you in the van.

Carver, you'll be dead anyway. Your computer's going to crash.

I've got something to show you, Dad.

I'm augmented!

What does that mean?

The word 'augmented'?

I'll be honest, I-I never really found out.

He's telling you he's the AI.

He's part computer, not me.

Why didn't you tell me?

I thought you'd be ashamed of me.

Now, I don't give a shit what you think.

But, if you're the AI

that means you're the one who's dying.

What do you care?

There must be something we can do.

Roy's tried everything, I know he has.

It's over for me now.

Roy said that you'd quit.

Ah, but did I quit?

Or did I let the tech company poach me

so I could use their resources

to build a more reliable fix for Major?

It was the second one.

Okay, sorry.

So you have the resources to fix John?

Bioelectronic neural dust.

Connects with individual brain cells,

fuses the organic and AI components seamlessly.

Okay. What are you talking about?

God! You're a genius!

How did you make that so quickly?

I didn't make it so much as I

stole it from a cabinet.

Which is still genius, right?

Um, yeah, okay. Will it work?

Only if it hits his bloodstream before he crashes.

Which gives us

twenty-seven minutes to locate him.

His tracker is not responding.

He could be anywhere.

Meanwhile, Clifford and DI Carver are also missing.

Does anybody have any ideas? Anyone at all?

I've got something.

Might be nothing.

Isn't that them over there in that tiny screen?

John must have the glasses!

Oh my god! The surveillance glasses.

Where are they? Where is this?

Uh... we're gonna have to work it out from the visuals.

Do the what with the what?

I already lost you once, Johnnie.

You can't die on me again.

You'll have to go home and

cry into your piles of money.

What money?

Elizabeth got all the money.

It was all her.

She murdered the Chelsea Bridge gang,

she took the money.

I was onto her.

But you didn't arrest her.

No. She made threats.

What kind of threats? What kind of threats?

Against you.

She brought in a hitman.

He was turning up places.

At work, in the pub, outside our house.

Why didn't you arrest the hitman then?

That's what a proper copper would have done.

It wasn't that simple!

There was a network,

they had 100s of balls in the air.

They still do.

I thought you left because you were embarrassed by me.

I had to keep you at arm's length

to protect you.

- Really? - Bullshit!

No. Think about it, Roy, it makes sense.

Makes sense? John, he's got you tied up

in the back of a fucking Transit van.

I did it all for you!

I just don't know how to prove it to you.

I do.

If you're telling the truth, then untie us.

Go on.

- No! Dad? - Carver's right.

It won't fix the damage I've done,

but it'll be a start.

Dad! Listen to me. You'll go to prison.

That's where criminals belong.

- Just... No! Dad, stop! - No, don't stop!

No! Think about it.

Don't think about it.

I'm... I'm about to drop down dead.

Yeah. I can feel it. I-It's gonna happen any second.

I can't have you spending the rest of your life in prison.

- I can! - I wanna do this, Johnnie.

And I'm telling you not to.

Go, Dad.

Live your life.

Just fucking untie us!

Stay out of this, Roy!

What is going on?

Nothing! I've got it.

Stop mucking about. We're nearly there.

Out.

Ah! Gotcha.

- We can fix a location.

God, this is exciting, isn't it!

You're a total dick.

Do you realise I'm dying?

Those might be the last words

I ever hear you say.

In that case

let me add that you're a massive fucking cock twat!

Well, that makes two of us, doesn't it?

What's that supposed to mean?

You didn't even trust me to tell me I was dying.

Once upon a time

we'd have faced that together.

Well, that's because you were...

- That's because you... - What?

Are they sex-shop handcuffs?

What's your point?

Have you even tried to break them?

Fucking hell, John! Snap the cuffs!

It's too late now, Roy.

It's not too fucking late.

Snap the fucking cuffs, John!

That thing yours?

Yeah. Robbed a bank, didn't I?

Got, uh

a few things to take care of before we go, Clifford.

You said we were gonna leave them in the van.

And I intend to.

They're not a threat, Elizabeth.

You've got your millions, we'll be miles away.

Leave them. Leave 'em.

That boy has always been your weakness.

And by the way, we won't be miles away.

Woah! Woah!

I will.

Clifford!

Dad!

Go! Run!

Carver, she's got a gun!

She's got a gun!

- Roy! - Carver!

Dad! Run!

Get out of here!

Johnnie!

- Johnnie!

Go, Dad.

Leave.

This is it, Roy.

Time's up. I'm going...

I should have been honest with you, John.

You was protecting me, Roy.

That's what makes you a great partner.

And

the man who caught Clifford Major.

- Shit! Clifford!

Dad!

Dad!

- Dad.

Dad!

Dad, I need

to say something.

Dad!

I love you, Dad.

Roy!

John.

It's time.

Critical failure.

Five, four, three

two, one.

John?

John?

John?

John, can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

I'm sorry for your loss, DI Major.

Your father was an excellent officer,

putting aside all the crimes he committed.

We'll name something after him,

a helicopter, a canteen, a birdbath, whatever.

Thanks, boss.

Dr Parfit's fixed you. Good as new.

Turns out I'm not completely useless after all. Hm?

In that case, Kelly

will you divorce me?

Yes, John, I will.

Fresh start for everyone then.

Including you, Carver.

Or should I say 'Superintendent'?

No, you don't have to use me full title.

You can just call me Guv or Boss or Sir.

Oh, no. The promotion's not happening.

Oh god, no!

With two suspects dead at a crime scene?

We need a full investigation.

You'll be lucky if you aren't demoted.

Anyway, I'm going to the machine.

- Does anyone want Snickers? - Oh!

Guess I'll just call you Roy then.

Is it done?

It's done.

Good.

And they don't suspect anything?

Nope. As far as Parfit's concerned,

she snuck off with the magic potion

and he'll live happily ever after.

Is it working?

Of course, it's working.

As of now, DI Major belongs to us.