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I can confirm that after 20 years,

the Chelsea Bridge case has been re-opened.

Questions?

Do you believe that police incompetence

hampered the investigation?

It was a challenging case,

led by our best officers at that time.

Any sign of the fifty million?

Not at this time.

John, we can't be in here. This isn't our case.

Everyone's saying this is the three Chelsea Bridge robbers.

Well, what if they're wrong?

What if it's two men and a monkey?

I'm guessing it's you that laid them out like this.

Where did you get the tail?

I had to borrow some bits from another tray.

Put them all back where you found them and let's go.

This was my dad's case, Roy.

I feel like, if I can make a breakthrough,

he'll be proud of me like the old days.

How did it go with your dad?

You've not seen him, have you?

We've not spoken in years, Roy. I'm nervous.

You're the best copper in SIU, John.

Of course he's gonna be proud.

Jesus, you can't even die without them bringing you back.

That's the other thing.

He doesn't know about the back-from-the-dead stuff.

He was at your funeral.

Sure he's going to have questions, mate.

He thinks I faked my own death and spent a year undercover.

He doesn't know the AI bit.

He's old-fashioned about stuff like that.

What do you think? Hey?

I think it's a lot worse.

You know what, Roy?

You were right.

We're not meant to be here, let's go.

Hidden camera footage

of an unlicensed fight in East London.

We've known about this scene for years. It's not illegal.

We think there's a new drug on the scene.

Provokes extreme strength and aggression.

We found several bodies of fighters

dumped in locations across the city,

beaten to death.

I want to know more about these drugs.

Is that the best footage we've got?

They became suspicious.

I was forced to tuck the camera inside my clothing.

You filmed this, Boss?

I don't spend my whole life behind that desk, DI Major.

Do I have your full attention?

Yes, Boss.

Yes, ma'am.

You're my best men.

I wouldn't give this job to anyone else.

We'll get a result for you, boss.

But first, I want to go and see my dad.

Bite the bullet by the horns.

Are you going to tell him about the AI?

No!

Maybe you should...

Cheers mate.

What's the matter, DI Carver? You seem uncomfortable.

Are you sure this is the right case for him

right now, boss?

Dr Parfit says he's degenerating.

And stress just makes it worse.

I'm truly sorry about DI Major, but my hands are tied.

Resources are limited.

Budgets are being cut to the bone.

[man] Helicopter's here to take you to lunch, ma'am.

Be there in five. Tell him to hover.

Look, I need to use DI Major before he stops functioning.

Which, from what I'm hearing, is Pancake Day.

I know it's harsh,

but you don't buy a Porsche and leave it in the garage.

I should know, I've got two of them.

Anyway, choppers waiting so...

Sorry, boss.

Switch off. Off.

Off!

[Judith] Elizabeth Churchland, you've waived your right

to have a lawyer present for this interview.

There's an excellent lawyer present.

[Stokes] The Chelsea Bridge gang were found buried

on a plot of land listed on your computer.

Lawyers hold deeds for people.

Yes, they do. What people?

Hi, Dad. How've you been?

Good, thanks. You?

Hi, Dad. How've you been? Good, thanks. You?

Dad?

No one's accusing you of anything.

We're politely asking for your cooperation.

Churchland, you shyster!

Where's the fucking diamonds?

[Judith] Sir, this is a formal interview.

Superintendent Clifford Major,

back to advise on the Chelsea Bridge case.

I'm Detective Sergeant.

I hope you like prison food, Churchland.

Because that's what they serve where you're going.

Prison!

[Judith] Sir, we value your help

but we're the ones leading this interview.

[Clifford] This is how we did things back in my day.

You didn't catch anyone back in your day.

Christ, this is all we need.

Hi, Dad. How have I been? And you?

Look at you.

Not dead after all.

Alive and well.

I flew all the way from Spain for that funeral,

that was a waste of time.

Yeah, sorry.

We'll let you two step outside for some time together.

No, it'll only take a minute.

So, how's things? You still seeing that girl?

Kelly?

-My wife? -Still married?

I thought she might have dumped you

for a real man by now.

Yeah. We're still married. Things are--

We should get together for a drink.

Yeah! Great, sounds amazing.

You can come too if you like.

Turning back to Ms. Churchland,

I see you live in Kensington Gardens.

Can't be that cheap.

Let's be honest officer. You're clutching at straws.

We have a criminal informant.

I won't mention his or her name at this time.

It's Cleasby.

-But he or she... -It's a he.

-...has promised more information.

Ah, Major, could you spare a minute?

Sorry, Dad, we'll have to catch up later.

No, I meant this Major.

From now on I'll call you Major senior and Major junior.

-Major and Minor. -Even better. Thank you.

You should be very proud of him.

Don't worry, he is.

So, let me get this straight,

you've not told your dad you came back from the dead,

or that you're part-AI, or that your marriage is over, yeah?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

Apart from that though, you're all caught up?

Can we do our jobs please, Carver?

No. Let's not go in as two bizzies.

We're just two fellas, interested in the fights.

Roger that.

[man shouting indistinctly]

Terminate! Fuck!

Again, but go rougher! Eliminate!

When's the next fight, mate?

There's a waiting list.

That's a shame.

Looks like I'm giving all this to the donkey sanctuary.

Apologies. You want to place a bet?

-That's right. -No.

We just said that to get your attention.

Truth is, I want to fight.

-No, you don't. He's only joking. -I don't?

What is the plan?

Just give us a minute, please, mate.

What the fuck are you doing?

I thought that was the plan.

It's not the fucking plan.

The plan is to pretend we're two gamblers.

Oh, right. We should probably have got this bit straight

before we came in.

If I might interrupt.

It's fairly obvious that you're both police officers.

-Is that a problem? -[bookie] Not at all.

There are no laws being broken here. Bones, yes.

So you won't mind if we have your fighters

drug tested, then.

Take your pick.

-Him. -Him.

Dragan! Come here!

-Why do you do that for? -Don't know.

Jurgen, could you give these gentlemen a urine sample?

I assume you have something to put it in?

This doesn't smell right.

[sniffs] Asparagus.

Why would they co-operate unless they know

it's gonna come back clean?

Then it's plan B.

I go in as a fighter. That'd get me in deep.

Oh it'd get you in deep.

What happens when they kick the shit out of you?

I'm an elite cyber-cop Roy.

I've got the strength and reflexes of a-- Whoops.

You're not fighting. End of.

-You're not my dad. - Interesting choice of phrase.

What's that supposed to mean?

This whole fighting thing is you trying to impress him.

It's not necessary.

We need to nip back for a refill.

Fucking hell, John. It's all over my seats!

You went over a bump!

-[Carver] It stinks as well! -[Major] Very potent.

[Kelly] But in our last session you said that you feel boring,

that people don't pay attention to you.

[knocking]

Have you got a minute?

No, John. I'm committed to my client.

It's about the divorce.

- I'm ready. - [surprised] Really?

I've not been listening to you. But I get it now.

Wow, that's...

That's really mature of you. Thank you.

I'm only asking you to wait until my dad's gone home.

Your dad's here?

Yeah.

Are you OK with that?

I'm fantastic with it!

It's a chance to re-connect, after all these years.

Right.

Well if you need me for anything...

Yeah, can you come out for dinner with us both

and pretend we're still together?

Also he doesn't know that I'm part- AI.

Thanks. Oh, I won't touch you.

There's piss on my fingers.

Pick you up at six?

-It's not my piss by the way. -Great.

-Piss on my fingers. -[Kelly] OK.

Happy birthday, Roy.

It's not my birthday.

Oh, I think it is.

Remember I said Major was close to death?

And that you were giving up on him?

Yeah, rings a bell.

I've got a fix.

Before now, I focused on software upgrades.

This is a hardware fix.

How does it work?

Basically it enables tetra-qubit coding

at sub-static data levels. Are you with me?

-Yeah. -You're not

because all those words were made up.

So you just have to trust me.

So he's not going to die?

Won't die, won't screw up, won't break wind around my lab

even in designated sterile areas.

He'll basically do whatever he's programmed to do.

But he'll still be Major?

I see no reason to change the name.

What about his personality?

What personality?

OK, fine he'll be different. But hey, that's progress.

Remember when Microsoft got rid of the little paperclip dude,

"Hey, looks like you're writing a letter-"

No no no. I'm not gonna let you kill off his personality.

I don't need your permission, Roy.

Not yet you don't. But I'm up for promotion,

and when I get it, I'm gonna use it to keep him safe.

[Major] I've signed up Roy! I'm going to be an MMA fighter!

Oh fuck me.

[Major] I went back to the gym, they've put me on the books.

Pop pop heah! Takedown!

-What about the drugs? -The what?

The illegal steroids.

The reason we're investigating the whole scene.

Yeah, I'll be honest I've actually forgotten about that part.

How did the piss come back?

-Clean. -[Major] There you go,

that's why we need to do it my way.

Get to the heart of the organisation.

You're not really gonna let him do this, right?

Course I'm not.

You can't keep an eye on me 24/7.

-I can. -No, you can't.

-Yes I can. -I don't think you can.

-I think I can. -No! You cannot!

Watch me.

Uuuugh. This is nice.

All my favourite people together.

I didn't realise Roy would be joining us.

It was a last-minute thing.

I come over from Spain.

Where does he bring me? Bloody tapas.

I just thought...

No, you're right, stupid idea.

We like it here.

What's going on with your neck?

What neck?

Oh, my neck, Um...

You look like a penis, son. Take it off.

I can't. It's-- Covering something.

Covering what?

Love bite.

So how are you finding SIU, Cliff?

What do you think of the place these days?

Very different. It's all computers now isn't it?

I found out today, one of your coppers,

don't know which, is part robot.

Part robot!

I mean Jesus, what's the world coming to?

Some people'd call it progress, Dad.

Some people'd call it bollocks.

What?

[clears throat]

It's me.

I'm the AI.

[Clifford] You're joking.

You almost look human.

Now you mention it,

there is that dead look in the eyes...

I've been augmented, that's all.

Good for you.

So, who invited you over Clifford?

[Clifford] I Invited myself.

I heard on the grapevine they were re-opening my case.

-Come to help. -Oh yeah,

the case you didn't solve 20 years ago?

I retired 20 years ago, love.

Not my fault if the police can't function without me.

I need a cigarette.

-You don't smoke. -Really?

You're picking me up on that?

Excuse me.

Sorry I turned up unannounced, Kel.

Oh.

No, you're alright, Roy.

Hmm. If anything I was actually glad

you're here to share the pain.

Why are you pretending you're still with him?

Why are you pretending that you're a robot?

Because somehow we always end up doing what John wants.

Looks like you're not a big fan of his dad.

Yeah, no, he's a total twonk.

Is he alright when you get to know him?

Yeah once you get to know him, he's a complete bellend.

He walked out of John's life with no explanation really so...

So you came to stick up for him.

Yeah-- No John's agreed to the divorce.

I actually think this time he means it, so...

-That's good. -Yeah.

It'd set us both free,

John and I to, uh, follow a new path.

Roy, why did you come here tonight?

Just 'cos I came to babysit John.

Just in case he-- Shit!

[phone ringing]

Here we go.

[Carver] Don't tell me you're on your way

to that fucking fight?

You're not his boss, DI Carver.

Cliff, please talk to him, mate, he'll listen to you.

My dad believes in me, Roy.

Unlike you he thinks I can do this.

[Carver] You realise this won't help us solve the case.

This isn't about the case anymore, Roy.

Of course, it is, you fucking massive twat!

Where's the venue?

You're breaking up, Carver, I can't hear you.

[sighs]

He only wants what's best for me.

None of my business, but

I saw him talking to your wife

at the bar of the restaurant.

They were cosy.

They're old friends.

I'm sure they are.

Oh, there she is.

[Judith] We got the hitman who killed the old lady.

Cleasby gave us a name--

Nice one, well done-

Where's your tablet thing, for tracking Major?

You did not let him go to the fight?

You had one thing to do! Literally one thing,

don't let him get punched repeatedly in the head!

It's not too late.

We've still got time.

Right, Kelly, you wait here, we'll bring him straight back.

-Oh, we'll bring him-- -Yeah. Come on.

[AI] Thank you for betting with Drago 365.

[speaking Russian]

Fight commencing.

Global betting closed.

Sorry.

You're up next, against Jurgen.

You should expect a mixture

of Brazilian Ju-jitsu and Pencak.

You?

Pad Thai, Yahtzee. Bit of Jenga.

[thuds, grunts]

-[beeping] -[AI] Winner Nikita.

[Parfit] I can't believe you let him do this.

Straight through the tunnel, make a left.

That thing's connected to Major's head, right?

Yeah.

So, could you connect it to someone who wasn't AI?

You know, to make them more aggressive?

Remote deep-brain stimulation?

Yeah, you could switch hormones on and off like that.

And it wouldn't show up in a drug test?

You know I could have told you that at the beginning, right?

You should trust me with stuff more often.

[AI] Next fighters to the ring.

How are you feeling, Johnny?

Raring to go, Dad.

-I'm gonna make you proud. -Good lad.

[AI] Thank you for betting with Drago 365.

Next fight commencing in ten seconds.

Let's go.

Let's go tear him one.

[bookie] Ladies and gentlemen.

Jurgen Minsky takes on,

Detective Inspector John Major.

Go, Johnny!

[AI] Fight commencing.

Global betting closed.

[Major] Ah like that is it.

[grunts]

That's what I'm taking about!

Ah shit!

[grunting]

John, get up.

Turn that off.

-Now! -[bookie] OK, OK, OK.

Coming down, coming down.

Mother fucker.

[Carver] I'm arresting you on suspicion of manslaughter-

Johnny?

[Carver] It's alright John. We got them.

All the information we needed was on the fellas phone.

I love you too, Daddy.

[Carver] He'll be alright.

Do it.

The hardware thing.

You said you didn't want it.

You said I was turning him into a robot.

I changed my mind.

Just to re-reassure you,

I was interviewed by the police, but they've caught nothing.

[Chalmers] Hmm.

I'm far from reassured, Elizabeth.

From what I hear, Pigtails is in police custody.

Don't worry. An old friend's taking care of that.

[Stokes] Look we know you're responsible

for the hit at the nursing home.

You're going down whatever happens.

Just give us some names and I can--

[door opening]

Hello?

[Clifford] Move.