All language subtitles for Babylon s01e05.eng

Richard's been found in the Thames.

Richard was in a difficult situation.

Which you completely failed to get
him out of. Maybe you should go home till this all dies down.

Let me know how you want to spin it.

~ Warwick! ~ My head's gone. I'm fucked!

We just want what's best for you.

If we try to get rid of her we'll
look like a racist Darth Vader.

We should make a go of it.

~ That's romantic. ~ Where are you? What
the fuck's going on?

Keeping London's streets safe. It's
a win.

It's a win for Assistant Commissioner
Franklin.

~ Positive ID on a firearm. ~ Couldn't
tell what he was holding.

It was a gun.

If I leave now everyone's going to
say that he wasn't right in the head. He's under investigation.

Let's not smear the dead guy.

I saw the gun, right in his hand.
Definite gun.

What is it, some sort of soluble
polymer?

All right, lads? I'm David. We're
from First Chance Actuarial.

~ Banjo. ~ We're from the ARV. It's a
building society.

Yeah, work jolly. You know how it
is?

Sometimes you just got to let off
some steam, haven't you?

Yeah, er... Anyway...

See you out there.

You won't see anything, mate.

~ Is anyone else finding their mask a
bit pinchy? ~ No.

Mine's just a bit... pinchy.

Shit!

Let's bag us some grouse, boys. This
is what suspension's all about.

HYPERVENTILATES

It's alright, lads. We're all clear.

I can't see!

GROANING

~ Robbie would have loved this. ~ Where
is he, anyway?

The fourth Beatle? Texted him. Didn't
text back.

ORGAN PLAYS

Just a polite reminder.

Next time you're thinking about going
rogue, and popping up on Sky News without telling me...

Did I not? I thought I mentioned it.

Yeah, you'll run it through me,
because from now on, Liz, you know who you are?

You're The Queen.

You're a figurehead in a set of
pearls and a nice hat,

and we just wheel you out whenever we
want you to wave at someone.

And do you know who I am? I'm the
Prime Minister.

I run things. The minute he takes the
Iron Chair, your head on a pike.

It's a funeral, Finn. How about you
show some respect.

Two neighbours. The fighting type.

One gets drunk, and reverses his car
into the fence. But whose fence is it?

Because now this guy's refusing to
pay.

And every Friday and Saturday night
they get two sheets to the wind,

and end up scrapping it out on the
front lawn.

Richie Miller.

Bright and early one Sunday morning.

He goes out and he puts up the fence
himself.

Right out there in front of the
whole neighbourhood.

Now, that's the Richie Miller I
remember.

Man of the people.

Boots on the ground.

That's who he was.

~ You all right, Rob? ~ Yeah.

I'm just not hungry. I saw an
eyelash on my sausage.

Bonus. Free banger.

Pull the old Grange Hill.

Listen, mate, have you spoken to
your legal guy?

Look, Robbie, a few hours in the hot
seat and it's done.

That's the beauty of the fast-track
system.

This time next week you'll be
cruising in the Trojan gagging on my eggy farts.

He's right, mate. You don't need to
worry. I'm the fuck-up.

~ It weren't your fault, mate. ~ I
missed the gun. He was packing it, and I missed it.

~ Yeah, but it was dark, innit? ~ So
what are you saying? I just need to eat more fucking carrots?

You could've been killed, but if I
go in there and tell them,

some curly-wigged pube sucker's
gonna put me out of a job.

Listen to me, it weren't your fault,
all right?

Karl was just an ordinary, decent
guy, and that is how we're gonna remember him today.

We just want to know what happened to
him.

We just want answers.

Where's the police?

And if there's nothing to hide, why
won't no-one talk to us?

Hi, Liz. I've got Mo, for the
Twitter Q and A.

Finn said you'd take care of it.

I'm sure he did.

So, Mo was responsible for an 18 per
cent reduction in street drinking offences in his area,

plus he introduced a new dog-fouling
initiative.

Dog-fouling. That's... great.

That's something we can all get
behind.

It's not like there's a pro-dog shit
lobby.

It's a start. We're still
implementing.

So, are you two OK if I leave you
two to it?

Absolutely.

Well, let's... get down to it.

Roberts was heavily tipped in '06,
but the feeling was

he was a bit of a fart in the bath,
politically speaking.

Forget Roberts. Forget Collins. Look
at all these bald, boring, white bastards.

It's like staring into the crowd at
a fucking Genesis concert.

You're the alternative, and we
shouldn't be afraid to lean into that.

Do you know what this force was like
30 years ago?

It wasn't very friendly towards
black people.

I mean, the lads on the van were all
right, if you could take a joke.

But it wasn't all that easy to get
promotion. It was harder for me.

But, yeah, things change.

Except, now people look at me and
they say, "Oh, has he had a few favours? Is he really all that?"

And, I don't talk about that. No, I
don't even mention that

because people don't need much to
have you down as chippy you see, or difficult.

So I don't give them the chance.

So, if you think that after
swallowing all that, I'm going to let one single shitbag

say I got this job through anything
other than sweat, shoe leather,

and ability, then, with all due
respect, you can fuck right off.

~ Frankly. ~ OK.

No. With me we emphasise the
bearing.

~ I have good bearing. ~ Awesome
bearing.

~ Yeah, great bearing. ~ I'm the
disciplinarian.

I'm the crime and punishment
candidate. But one thing I'm not, and that is likeable.

I'm aware of that, I'm basically
unlikeable.

Well, sir, I think you're being a
little harsh on yourself there.

It's something we can work on.

Good. I don't want to lose this
thing because I'm not the Mayor's preferred squash partner.

In the meantime let's keep reminding
City Hall that I've got some flex in me.

I am open to any and all solutions
to our current funding shortfall.

Yeah, sure. I mean, if that's the
way you want to go.

And Tom, reach out to the mother of
Karl Jefferies.

~ I'd like to sit down with her today,
if possible. ~ Absolutely.

Now, the uniform. I've been thinking
about some modifications I'd like to make in the event of my appointment.

~ Can you...? ~ Sure, yeah.

Er, Tom, could you send out for some
proper coffee?

~ Well, um, I can ask Cathy if she'd
send out for some proper coffee. ~ Thanks.

~ Yeah, I've been looking at the
epaulets. ~ Unbelievable...

Our Black Monday furniture sale will
open in two minutes.

Thank you for your patience.

I mean, we're not protecting an
embassy, are we?

It's hardly civil unrest, is it?

I don't see the difference. You turn
up, do what they say, go home,

eat some beans, have a shit and go
to bed.

The difference is, Nobbo, it's not
public service.

I will put myself in harm's way for
a political exile. I will do that all day long.

But I will not take the bullet for a
fucking mahogany bookcase.

~ It's the same. ~ Isn't the same.

Well, it is for me, because I don't
give a shit about politics,

and I don't give a shit about
furniture either.

We're doing more and more of them
lately.

One a week, two a week... What's
this? Third one this week?

Rent-a-cops. That's all we are.

Crowd control and hand relief.

Job. Beans. Shit.

Bed.

What do you think of that one? For
the flat?

Yeah, maybe.

~ PHONE RINGS
~ I thought we could buy it today.

Yeah. Er, do you know what time
you'll be starting?

Well, just, um, let me know what
happens, yeah?

You need to get over to the far side,
cos they're going to let them in.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, look I've... I've got to
go, just...

Whoa!! Easy, easy. Everybody stay
calm, it's, just...

Calm down, yeah? It's just some
bargains. Let's try not to soil ourselves.

OK, here's a question from... No,
sorry, that's offensive.

OK, here we go...

That's inappropriate.

These aren't even questions, they're
just unpleasant streams of words.

~ Hi. Where's Finn? ~ Upstairs with
Charlie. Nine-thirty circle-jerk.

There's a briefing in C Room. You
wanted to know when the missing child appeal was going live?

Will you excuse me?

Get Carly.

~ Liz, er, do you want the... ~ Hold on
to it.

OK.

I want to start the appeal by
throwing the search open to the public.

That's potentially tricky, because we
can't use volunteers in a missing child case

unless they've been CRB checked.

~ Oh, come on... ~ Well, think of the
headlines.

Paedo helps cops in search for
missing boy.

~ What about photos? ~ Um, not great.
We've had one from the family, but it's tiny.

We tried blowing it up but...

Right. We know.

Have you seen this random collection
of pixels?

So, we're leading with what?

We're going to go with this.

Er, I haven't seen this. Where did we
get this?

~ We got it from his room. ~ And he had
this with him when he went missing?

No, but it's his. It belongs to him.

~ Then I don't see the relevance. ~ The
relevance is, we have nothing.

No photo. He's olive-skinned, which
like it or not is a factor.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, certainly an
easier sell, media-wise.

And the panda comes in where?

We don't say he had it with him.

We say, this is a real little boy,
and we don't know where he is.

~ No, it's confusing. I don't see the
relevance. ~ I like it.

We need to make people
uncomfortable. Make them sit up, take notice.

We lead with that.

~ Anything else? ~ Erm...

Mia?

Do me a favour. Get me everything
you can on Sharon.

~ Like what? ~ Height, weight, favourite
member of the Wu-Tang Clan.

I don't know. Google her and find
out what you can.

Can I get some water?

PC Collister, who took the call?

~ It came over the radio, sir. Er, it
was probably Tony. ~ Sorry?

~ Tony. ~ PC Bancroft, could you just
talk me through that footage, please?

~ I've just shot him in the back.
~ Mm-hm.

And to be fair, you can't really
make it out on these cameras.

PC Vas, could you explain to me
what's happening with your footage at

Just trying to put the chest bandage
on.

But he'd already gone.

That's why the camera's sort of all
over the place, because I'm pushing down on the bandage like this.

OK. You can put the iPad down now.

~ Thanks for coming in. ~ Cheers!

PC Tony Forbes.

Come in and be seated, please.

Grant. Liz.

Hi, Liz. Sorry I missed you at the
funeral.

Nice service, I thought. Very
intimate.

Yeah, listen, I wanted to run
something by you. Bit leftfield.

What do you think of Sharon?

~ For Commissioner? ~ No, I think we
like Inglis.

You like Inglis, or you think you
like Inglis?

To be perfectly frank with you, Liz,
he's proving himself very adaptable to the role.

~ Very adaptable. ~ Really? That's
interesting.

And I don't know Sharon. I have no
idea who Sharon is.

Who's Sharon? I mean, I know of
Sharon.

I'm aware of Sharon, but I'm aware of
Malta. Doesn't mean I want to go there on holiday.

~ Right, forget it, just thought I'd
float it. ~ Bye, Liz.

Assistant Commissioner, I want you
to front up the press conference.

No need. I've given it to Martin. He
does all our press appeals.

Ah, well, I've seen Martin's, and to
be honest I'm worried about his delivery.

He's boring, and we don't want
people falling asleep when we're asking them to stay alert.

OK. Fine.

Theo was last seen at a playground
200 yards from his house at around 7.15pm

last night, so, obviously, some 18
hours on.

We're very interested in hearing
anything the public might have to share.

We are particularly keen to hear
about a black Ford -

This is all I could pull together on
Sharon.

~ I didn't have much time.
~ .. 6.30pm and 7.10.

~ What's it for? ~ It's a bit of
background.

.. wearing a grey t-shirt...

~ I want you to stay with their Family
Liaison. ~ Oh.

~ Right. Are you sure? ~ I need someone
from PR with the parents in case a story develops.

It's just, you know what they say?
Murder's carried out by someone they know.

What if I go home with them, and open
a cupboard, and a body falls on me?

~ Oh, my God, Mia... ~ What?! I don't
know what I'm saying!

I'd just feel much more comfortable
staying here and doing the Twitter.

Two words, Mia. Step up!

..please don't hesitate.

Um, I've got his favourite toy here
from home.

I stress he didn't have this on him
at the time,

but this belongs to little Theo.

This is what happens when you mess
with the big dog.

Britain's elite firearm unit just got
a new recruit.

~ Bang. ~ See you later, Mr bystander.

Robbie. Portrait of a firearms
officer.

A man on the edge.

~ So, er, shall we go and get a
coffee? ~ Spare me the fucking latte, yeah?

If you don't want it, just say,
because I've got indies with their tongues hanging out for this shit.

Erm, Matt, I think you've done
amazing job with the material. It's very slick -

Look mate, this is real. This isn't
some shit with Robson Green on a bike

solving crimes in fucking Cornwall.

This is Robbie. He's a real guy with
a real gun.

I mean, last week, second week on
the job, he was involved in a shooting...

Wow. And you have footage of that?

I wasn't there. That's not the
point. The point is, this is it.

This is the film I wanted to make.
So, I tell you what...

Here's the pot. I'll wipe the seat
for you.

Now shit or fuck off.

PC Robbie Vas. New to the unit.

Could you describe his temperament?

~ Er, no, he's a good guy. ~ But...? ~ But
nothing.

He's uh... excited to be on the unit.

We're all like that when we start
out.

I mean, you'd be pumped up if you
were walking through Stonebridge at 2am,

with three kilos of heat on your
shoulder.

You make him sound unstable.

~ No, he's not unstable. That's not
what I said. ~ Then what?

Erm...

I dunno, he's um...

.. giddy.

That's the word. Write that down.
Giddy.

Giddy?

Giddy, that's how you'd characterise
your fellow firearms officer?

Giddy?

Look, there, there was...

We were on a call and uh...

there was an old mate of his, some
idiot,

and uh... and Robbie got up in his
face a bit,

and that's all that it was.

But the night of the shooting, he
was the boss.

OK. Thank you for coming in.

Thank you.

Talking. Recap. Bit of legal. Photo
of a body.

~ Yap yap yap. ~ What about you, Tone?

The same.

~ So, do you reckon it's over, then?
~ Nah, still got to do the general knowledge round.

~ I hope you're good on famous bridges.
~ Nah, that's it. Put it to bed.

~ Crack on with the job. ~ Decent.
That's good, innit?

Bosh. Magner's. Whose round?

I appreciate this is not the right
time, but I think you should apply for Commissioner.

I'm serious.

No, I'm keeping my powder dry.

I'm thinking about putting myself
forward for Chief Constable in Northumbria in a couple of years.

Mm.

I spoke to the Deputy Mayor. I asked
him about you.

What did he say?

He was interested.

But not over Charlie?

I mean, not... not that angle...
That's a really strong angle.

~ He's Black. ~ Yeah. ~ There's no getting
around that.

He just is. And they like that.

~ Everyone likes that. ~ It looks great.

It is. Everyone think it's really
great.

But the first female Commissioner?

That's huge. And they're on board
for that.

They just need to get to know you
first.

My record speaks for itself.

18 years, never taken a soft posting.

Well, apart from six months covering
the Dog Squad.

I was handing out treats and putting
down water bowls.

I get all that.

All I'm saying is we could do a
little work on your visibility.

Ah.

Starting with what? Heading up a
press conference?

That made sense, operationally.

~ It was the best thing for the
search. ~ One thing, Liz...

I am not your sock puppet.

You don't get to put your hand up me,
and draw on some googly eyes, and then flap my mouth about.

Look, Sharon, this place is on fire.
It is burning to the ground.

Richard, the Jeffries shooting, and
do you know what Finn is doing?

He's bolting the front door, and he
is locking all the windows,

and now Charlie's going round and
collecting all the fire extinguishers,

and he's dousing them in petrol and
he's burning them all.

Fire extinguishers. On fire.

I can make this place work better
than it does.

I'm not going to say it's my
calling, because that would make me sound crazy,

but I am not crazy, I am fucking
Mary Poppins.

I was brought here to fix this thing
that needs fixing

because none of you could do it
yourselves, and I am going to finish what I started.

What Richard started.

And once it is all done and all
correct,

I can put up my umbrella and I can
disappear,

and you all can go about your
business.

Liz, if this was a roadside stop,

this would be the point in the
conversation where I'd ask you to step out of your vehicle.

Sharon, you are a contender.

You have brains and steel, and no
one in this place

has the faintest fucking clue who
you are.

I read your journal piece on
Collaborative Policing -

academics, the community, a
joined-up policing network.

It's complicated, but I get it.

I can help you sell it.

Well, this isn't me saying yes...

but how would we deal with Charlie?

I will work on a strategy.

~ Hi, Tom. ~ Oh, Liz. Hey.

~ How's it going? ~ Busy, as per the
norm.

But then if I wanted a quiet day, I'd
get a job at fucking A and E!

Hey, quick question. Charlie.

Because I'm hearing something about
him doing favours for City Hall.

You know, bending over, showing a
bit of stocking top.

Yes?

So, if I was to say to you, in what
ways is Charlie proving himself adaptable to the role,

~ you'd probably say - ~ Very little,
because I'm fearful.

As a default position.

Tom, maybe there's another angle on
all this.

Maybe when all it shakes out, you
don't have to get into bed with Inglis.

Maybe there's another bed.

Maybe Sharon has a bed, with a very
nice duvet with a very high tog rating.

That sounds... cosy.

Help me out, Tom.

Special Agreements. Private
contracts. Store sales, corporate events.

It's a slight shift, but it's going
over well at City Hall.

I can't be anywhere near this. Finn
will string me up by my ball hairs.

~ And that isn't paranoia, that is a
verbatim threat. ~ Mmm.

Thank you. You've been a big help,
Tom.

Mia, do some digging.

Find out where our man power's
deployed today.

If there is a traffic cop itching
his nut sack at a rest stop somewhere, I want to know about it.

~ How'd it go? ~ Yeah, it was pretty
tough, to be honest with you.

When you see the pictures of the
kid's face, suddenly it all seems real, you know?

Are you OK?

I dunno what I am, Davs. I thought
maybe we could get a Chinese, talk about it.

Look, I have to go, OK? Bye.

OK.

Result!

This'll be fine.

We should um... radio in for
additional close protection.

~ Which number is she? ~ Number 23, sir.
~ Thank you.

~ Hello. ~ Mrs Jeffries, this is Acting
Commissioner Charles Inglis.

May I come in?

~ Shall we wait in the car? ~ Yeah,
let's do that.

The search continues for Theo
Metaxas, the four-year-old boy

who has now been missing since seven
o' clock last night.

Well, we can speak to Assistant
Commissioner Sharon Franklin.

Assistant Commissioner, what is the
latest on the search for Theo?

At present we have no confirmed
sightings,

but we remain cautiously optimistic,
and we would ask the general pub...

~ What have you got? ~ Not much.

There's some horse show at Olympia
but we've only got a couple of guys on the ground.

Apparently, we've got 30 TSG
stationed at a furniture sale in Stanmore.

I can use that. Good work.

So, what's this, then? A cheeky
little firework up Charlie's arse?

Mia, this is about deployment of
resources.

We have an ongoing search. We need
all of our manpower on the street.

The whole firework-ass-insertion
thing, that is a happy coincidence.

~ Hi, Jamie speaking. ~ Jamie, Liz
Garvey.

Listen, off the record, there's
something I thought you might like to know

about Charles Inglis and his current
operational priorities.

Yeah, you're going to want to write
this down.

Someone's fucking us.

Story live on the Guardian - "Charles
Inglis and his merry band of rent-a-cops."

30 TSG out of a force OF 30,000.
It's a drop in the ocean.

Factually true. Doesn't make a great
story though, does it?

Here's one - "Cops guard occasional
chair while missing boy wanders into threshing machine."

~ And that's just off the top of my
head. ~ They can't put this on me. I was nowhere near this.

And yet, guess what? Lesson one -
heavy is the head.

I won't be railroaded into making
bad operational decisions for the sake of my profile.

~ No, I learnt that from Richard.
~ Sir...

We have adequate resources on the
missing boy, and a city to protect, right?

30 TSG makes no difference.

We know that, but once the paps get
down there

you're the ex-Acting Commissioner
who let a child die to save a fucking bean bag.

Get them out. Get them all on the
boy.

~ Where did this come from? ~ God knows.

Bastards.

Liz.

They're an untapped resource. Dog
fouling? They're trained police.

~ And you're suggesting what? ~ PCSOs.

We take every PCSO in London, and we
put them on the search.

We already have PCSOs assigned. I
don't know... 60, 80, you'd have to check in with SCD1.

Then we get more.

Because the clock is ticking, and
right now there's an army of Community Support Officers out there

wandering around picking up dog
turds, and asking homeless men to put their pants back on.

Liz, what you're talking about here,
this is about manpower.

And that's what I do. That's what
happens on the side of the desk that you don't get to sit behind.

Deployment of resources. That's not
PR.

Isn't it?

We get more officers out there
looking for the boy.

Boots on the ground. But not just
any officers.

PCSOs. Blacks, Asians, men, women.

A representative snapshot of London.
A police force that looks like the city it serves.

And you, front and centre, at the
head of it.

And we wouldn't be seen to be, you
know, in terms of exploiting events...

Sharon this works for everyone. The
boy, the search, everyone.

Marco, thanks for coming in at such
short notice.

I understand the Armed Response Unit
paid you a visit on the 13th.

Yeah, those fucking pricks at the
er...

Am I allowed to swear?

Yeah, so those fucking pricks at the
Kick Patrol, they phoned in a...

a bomb threat, and that's when Rob
rolled in.

How would you describe his state of
mind that day?

Same old Robbie. He went to my
school, little mug.

So he comes in there, right, showing
off his little piece.

I think he thought I'd be impressed
but I wasn't,

because I've seen a gun before...

at a firing range with my uncle back
home and that.

Yeah, and that, so...

~ How about the other three? ~ What other
three? There was two.

~ But there was four officers in total.
~ No.

Two plus one equals three.

He wasn't there.

And you're... you're sure about that?

Yeah, positive.

So are you going to tell me what
Banjo said, or what?

~ Is it all over? ~ Dunno. We have to
wait on the verdict.

Knowing my luck he'll probably shoot
someone else on the way home.

Just so he can hang onto you for a
couple more weeks.

Look, I know you're excited and I'm
excited too, but this is a big deal for him.

He's got a little bell, a little
silver bell,

and whenever he's feeling sad or a
bit randy, he just gives it a little ring.

~ That's not how it is. ~ Yeah.

~ Er, your delivery receipt for the
sofa. ~ Ah, yeah, cheers.

~ You bought a sofa? ~ We need a sofa.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Clarkey.

Seriously?! You can't just wait, can
you?

You have to keep pushing and pushing
and pushing. Just give me some space.

You know what? Have it. For you and
Banjo.

Hope it's fucking comfy.

Wagons roll. There's a missing kid,
and they want us on the old bingo patrol.

~ What you on about? ~ You know, eyes
down looking.

Jesus, someone's on the rag.
Spillage in the paint aisle.

~ Thanks for coming back in. ~ No
problem.

~ How can I help? ~ You're an ambitious
guy.

But I tell you what doesn't look
good- obstructing an inquest.

You're new to the unit. Long career
ahead of you.

That's if you're smart enough about
it.

Just for further clarification, could
you point out your position to me when the shot was fired?

That one, with the blocky head.

What did you draw this on? Minecraft?

Because that looks to me like Warwick
had the better shot.

That makes me wonder. Why would YOU
take the shot?

Why would you take the shot if he had
the better shot?

I saw the gun, I had the shot, I
took the shot.

Why would you take the shot? If you
don't have the best shot, why would you take the shot?

We're building a picture of two days
prior to the shooting.

Spoke to a guy in a sports shop. Plus
a couple of other call-outs.

We've got the three of you. Got you
placed.

But no Warwick. Sports shop, no
Warwick.

Back at the station, no Warwick.

Witness in the street, in the car, no
Warwick.

It's his gun that's been signed out,
and no-one's seen him.

Where was he, PC Bancroft?

Day of the sports shop? The week
leading up to it.

Where was Warwick?

~ No comment. ~ No comment.

He bottled it. His head's gone.

Warwick was at his place.

We'd been dropping him off cos we
were worried about him.

That's the truth.

You took your time.

Jesus, Liz, you've brought a lot of
press.

~ What are you going to say? ~ First,
I'm going to give them the overview.

Then I'll give them the objectives.

Then I thought I'd recap - the
overview and the objectives.

OK, no. We need to motivate these
people.

This is not a PowerPoint
presentation on traffic bollards, this is Braveheart.

Fine. Maybe I'll just get up there
and sing Eye of the fucking Tiger.

That'd be a start. Thoughts...

SHE SIGHS

CLEARS THROAT

OK, can I have your attention,
everyone?

We're going to get you out there in a
few seconds, but before we do,

I just wanted to say, as far as I'm
concerned,

you are just as important as the SCD1

and all the other officers that we
have deployed out here today.

You are a valued part of this force.

You're the boots on the ground, and
we need your knowledge and your connections,

because no-one knows this city better
than you do.

So I want you to take your phones
out.

I want you to call five colleagues,
and if they're off sick,

or they're on leave, just call them
and get them out on the streets

looking, and together, we're going
bring little Theo home.

Yep.

RIPPLE OF APPLAUSE

~ Was that all right? ~ Well done.

~ I don't know why I clapped my phone,
I don't know why - ~ It was good.

Hello, mate, what you doing...

~ You're... ~ Are you free?

We've watched through all the
body-cam footage from the past few weeks.

Bet that was fun.

There is one question we'd like to
ask.

Why weren't you on it?

Hm?

~ What do you mean? ~ Why aren't you on
the footage, Warwick?

Well, obviously you've never thrown
a sickie.

~ Oh, so you were ill? ~ Has this come
from Tony?

Look, we're just trying to ascertain
your state of mind on the day.

I'm not the one who shot him!

Although you do appear to to have
clear line of sight.

~ Yeah, well, I didn't. ~ So you didn't
have line of sight?

~ No. ~ But you saw he had a gun?

~ Yeah, I thought he did. ~ He did, or
you thought he did?

~ I d... I... I... I dunno - ~ You don't
know if he had a gun?

~ Yeah, he did have a gun. ~ And you saw
it, or you didn't?

~ I didn't - ~ So you didn't see a gun?

I thought it was fingers.

I locked up, I froze, and when I got
there the gun was in his hand.

So it was an error of judgement?

Call it what you want.

PC Collister, would it be fair to say
that your judgement's gone?

HE SIGHS

PC Collister?

Ah, fuck it. Yeah.

Yeah, it would.

HE WHISTLES

Just FYI, we know you leaked the
furniture sale.

No idea what you're talking about.

We can't prove it, of course, since
you learnt the ways of the Dark Side from the Master, who would be me.

Delusions of Jedi. Please don't be
that guy.

I mean, say I... say I did leak it,
and I didn't... Private contracting?

Whoring ourselves out? Tell me,
Finn, is that the thin end of the wedge, or the fat end?

It's a period of transition, Liz. We
have to appear flexible.

Mmm, is that what you tell yourself
when you're lying face down biting the pillow?

I heard about your little rally.

March of the Plastic Pigs.

I thought to myself, what a great
idea.

Turn the search into a story. A
vanity manhunt.

~ This is about finding the boy. ~ Is
it, Liz? Or is it about you?

One last look-at-me piece of think
tank skull-fuckery

before we gut your office and turn it
into a rumpus room.

Seriously...

Good luck with the search.

SHE SIGHS

Two hundred more PCSOs from the
Borders, plus another 86 from Hackney.

I had a call from the Mayor's office.

Anything we need.

And they're aware of the timing, but
they just wanted

to put on record their admiration for
all my efforts today.

Joined-up community policing.

You really think we could do it?

What? Outflank Charlie?

Yeah, I think we could do it. But no
half-measures.

Cameras on all the cops, live feeds
that go to your iPhone.

If we get a shot, we blow up the
Death Star,

and then we build a new Death Star,
but an open, friendly, accountable Death Star.

~ A Perspex Death Star. ~ Sure.

We can finesse the details.

We begin once we find the boy.

This time next week we'll be back in
the saddle, right?

~ Yeah, defo, mate. ~ Cruising in the
Trojan.

Get some of that pension chat going.

You know I love hearing about your
interest rates.

Busy fucking prick, Tony! You killed
me, you know!

Oi. Oi, oi, oi, oi!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oi, oi, oi! Back, get fucking back.
Get back!

You've killed me. I'm a dead man!

I'm never gonna be near a gun for
the rest of my life!

You know something, Warwick? I
should've told them. I should've said something, but I didn't.

~ Did you say something, Rob? ~ I never
said a word.

It wasn't him!

Stay.

Just have a drink.

Let's talk about it, mate.

Nah.

Cheers for meeting up.

Can I tell you something, Matt?

Yeah, course.

It's just, my old mates, they
wouldn't get it,

and my new mates, well...

they're a fucking wreck.

You can tell me anything.

I did something, and no one else
knows about it.

What did you do?

Rob?

I moved the gun, Matt.

And I put it in his hand.

Right. Tell me everything.

~ My head hurts. I should probably get
a taxi. ~ No, I get it, man.

You was looking out for your mates.
It's what you do.

~ I'd do the same for you. ~ It's
instinct, innit? Band of brothers, right?

Yeah, so you just took the gun, and
put it next to his hand?

It's fucked-up, Matt. Banjo's a
fucking pro.

And he was right, I mean, the kid did
have a gun.

It just wasn't in his hand.

This fucking job. It is impossible,
man.

So you just went over, and moved the
gun next to his hand?

Yeah.

That's exactly what I did.

What's up?

Rough day.

I need a shower.

So you just went over, and moved the
gun next to his hand?

Yeah.

That's exactly what I did.

We now have over 600 PCSOs...

Is she using this?

~ Is this a play? ~ Either way, it looks
the same.

Sometimes you just have to hold up
your hands, and say well played.

Federer, Nadal. Very sporting.

There is one bunny we haven't pulled
from the hat.

The Acting Commissioner was in full
contact with the ongoing operation

even as he spent three whole hours
offering his condolences to the family of Karl Jeffries.

I see.

I build some trust. Not easy, but
you wouldn't know that

because you weren't in there, and I
finally get this much, and then what?

We burn it in the time it takes to
make a fucking phone call?!

I mean, Jesus Christ, Finn.

Well, looks like we've got a new
face for the board.

Thank you, Dermot.

If you do have any information that
could aid in the search for Theo Mataxas, the incident number is...

~ Hello? ~ Liz, we've got him.

~ They've got him. ~ Liz, he's gone.

Mia's on the phone, they've got him.
Mia, where is he?

~ You've... She's got him right there.
~ He's not...

He's...

We did some great work today.

We didn't find this one, but we'll
find the next one.

They tell you you're not allowed to
cry.

It's not true.

Just not here.

Sad day.

Very sad.

I've got Cathy to book us a meeting
room.

9.15 tomorrow morning.

I want us to get into campaign
strategy.

SHE SOBS

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