All language subtitles for Babylon s01e04.eng

I know you felt undermined by Finn, by Charlie.
I've decided to ask Finn for his resignation.

You think you'll have a bloodless
coup. Let me tell you, it's going to be very bloody.

~ His head's not right, man.
~ Warwick just needs some time off.

Life's hard, I get that.

Bloody hell!

Welcome to
Specialist Firearms Command.

Tomorrow morning
there's gonna be a story in the national press about me.

Is there anything else
I should know about?

~ We should just make a go of it.
Move in together. ~ Just wanna go home, to talk.

I suggested a deal.

Do you have authorisation to be
shooting at a possible crime scene?

I need you to confiscate
that man's camera and any tapes.

Caroline emailed. She's running
with another story.

~ Another story?
~ The affair with your wife's sister.

Well, they are digging now,
because this is all coming out.

This is Caroline Carey.
Please leave a message.'

Caroline, it's Liz. 5.35 am.
Please don't use the Richard story.

Call me. It's urgent.

It's Liz again. 6.05.

If you value your contacts here,
I urge to think long and hard

about what this story could do.
We could talk about other options.

Right, shall we begin without him?

What's the latest
on the coffee shop bomber?

We've got hold of some
decent CCTV images.

Um... I think we should
release them to the press.

Liz, can we?

SO15 need 12 to 20 more hours
to work on the phone analysis.

It might give the maniac
a head start.

Because we could get a positive ID
in 20 minutes, not 20 hours,

in time to stop him detonating
another device

and killing someone this time.

A grainy photo
of man in coffee shop.

The only person who will ID that
is the bomber

and he won't be calling
Crime Stoppers, will he?

~ Hello. ~ He'll accelerate his bombing
campaign or just disappear.

I think we'll need to wait
for the Commissioner's view.

What if the Commissioner's view is,
"Why did you sit around on your arses waiting for me?"

Oh, no. I see.

Thank you.

What is it?

It's... Richard.

He's been, um...

They're saying he's been found...

Where?

In the Thames.

I mean, I... I just can't believe...

~ Was there a note?
~ Nothing on the body.

~ Do we have a time? ~ I don't think
the post mortem's been...

Well, it needs to be.

OK. I'll get on to them.

Shit!

Who's gonna handle the
investigation if it turns out...

if there was foul play?

What are the lines of enquiry?
Republican dissidents?

~ Any other threats?
~ We don't have anything live.

~ We need to put out
some kind of a press statement. ~ Can't we take half an hour?

Do you think the national media
will be taking half an hour?

A great man has gone.
That's your press statement.

But first, I need to do the knock.

Well, I'm not having Jen find out
from some spotty constable or...

Facebook.

Um... another suspect package
has been found at the coffee stand

~ in the Harrow Road. ~ Hello.

~ That's the same chain
as the Thameside Centre. ~ Jesus!

Right, one second. It's Number Ten.

Ah...

Yeah, yes. Right.

Sharon, can you do the knock?

Uh, yes, of course.

~ Can you tell Jen I'll see her
as soon as I can? ~ Uh-huh.

Liz, as soon as that's done you need
to put a press statement out.

Finn, I'll need you on the bombings.
Thank you, everybody.

'Hello, this is Caroline Carey.
Please leave a message.'

Prime Minister?

It's Liz again. Please call me
as soon as you can.

Whoa, whoa!

I can't...I can't do this.

I just don't think I can do it.
The... the knock.

OK. What... what is the problem?

Um...

Oh, this is going to come
as a shock to you,

but Richard was a...

He enjoyed the company of women...

.. intensely.

~ He and I... ~ Oh!

Uh, we had a night together,
six, seven years ago.

We were in the Hague
for a Europol conference.

Um... the Novotel.

It was just a night,
although for a while,

I thought it could have been
more than that.

Although it's probably good...

No, it's definitely good
that it wasn't.

Well, I've never said more than
hello to his wife,

but the look in her eye
when she sees me.

He must have told her, and I
don't think Richard's old flame

should be the one to tell
his wife her husband's dead.

OK, he, um... he didn't tell her.

Richard wanted to protect
Jennifer from... everything.

That look in her eye is just
your conscience looking back at you.

You are the perfect person to tell
her, because you cared about him.

Thank you, Liz.

When you've done it,
will you let me know,

~ because I need to speak to Jennifer?
~ OK.

You didn't sleep with him, did you?

No.

OK, good. I mean,
not that it matters.

I mean, you could have. It wouldn't
make any difference to me.

I just wanted to know
where we stand.

Everyone's outside.
The press release is ready.

I just can't believe
this is actually happening.

Oh. I'm sorry.

If you want we can do this later...
not that much later,

but a bit.

No, it's fine. It's just
very, very sad, you know.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Richard's why I'm here.

Just keep on doing what you do.
What you're best at doing.

~ That's what he would have wanted.
~ What he wanted was to drown himself.

I'm not sure he was too concerned
with PR policy going forward.

~ We don't know for sure
that it was suicide. ~ Yes, we do.

I do.

Richard was having sex with his
physio and his sister-in-law...

~ Fucking hell! ~ And the press found
out about it. Caroline Carey.

~ Richard knew.
~ Does Inglis know about this?

You've got to tell him, and Finn.
You've got to...

I have to talk to Caroline Carey.
I have to...

I have to buy us some time.

I have to talk to Richard's wife
and warn her about the article.

Right. OK.

He called me...

late last night.

What did he say?

I don't know.

I ignored the call.

I should have answered the call.
Maybe I could have...

I'm sure you couldn't.

Um... not because you're not
a very sensitive person

and a great communicator, but...

.. because no-one could.

OK?

Um...

Listen, I think you
should talk to Inglis.

Hi, everyone. Sorry to pull you
from your desks, but there's news.

And I wanted you to hear it from me.

In breaking news, the body of London
Police Commissioner Richard Miller

was found in the River Thames
early this morning.

At 7.39am, his body was found
by the Marine Policing Unit.

Initial unconfirmed reports
indicate it may have been suicide.

We'll bring you more details
as soon as we have them.

No way was it suicide.

What's your theory, then?
Strangled by an angry eel?

~ Poisoned by the Russians.
~ You serious?

See, I reckon
he was out on the lash.

Tried to swim to the other side
for a bet, and it all went wrong.

~ Poisoned, then drowned?
~ Well, belts and braces, innit?

Nah. I reckon he felt guilty
about the bombing.

I hope he realised how much
he'd fucked up our pension pot

and did the decent thing.

Ah, not the pensions again, Banj.

Yeah, sorry. I'm thinking
about my future.

Is it all right
if I do that for a bit? Sorry, is that so fucking mental?

It's not mental, mate. It's just
incredibly fucking boring.

Suicide. It's like a locked room.

I guess that's kind of the point.

Bloody hell. Don't do it, Clarkey.

He could have been a secret homo.
Cos it does happen, you know.

Like them politicians, right,
who jump into limos

to go to Hampstead Heath
to suck off tramps. I've seen it.

I tell you what I don't get about
gays though, right -

I mean, who'd choose a dirty, smelly,
stinking arsehole

over a lovely, mmm, juicy pussy?

~ I mean, it don't make sense,
does it? ~ Ah, Jesus!

~ How long are we gonna be guarding
an empty coffee shop? ~ It's not empty.

There's a thrill seeker behind you
having the world's most dangerous espresso.

~ Hmm. ~ Excuse me.

Hi, how you doing?

Everything go OK with Banjo?

~ Yeah. ~ Good. Great.

I mean, poor guy, but um... great.

What about you and Sandy?

Yeah, not bad.
She didn't smash anything.

Apart from my bust of Julius Caesar,
but that was a replica, so...

'Trojan 131, or any Trojan unit to
assist local officers. Bomb scene.

'MP. Over.'

MP received by Trojan 131.

Jesus Christ!

About the...pussies
and the arseholes...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, tiger.

~ Nina took my fucking keys again.
Stupid bitch! ~ Oi.

Thing is, mate, Tony's gay.

Yeah, right(!)

What 'im and that Black Arrow
spend all night fucking each other

~ with left-handed screwdrivers?
~ No joke, mate. For real.

Well, he don't look gay.

Yeah, well, they're not all
Alan Carr Chatty Man.

~ See ya later. ~ Yeah.

On the bombings, the device
was successfully disposed of

and the phone search
has yielded a hit.

They think they've traced
the bomber to a houseboat.

Specialist Firearms
are preparing for a raid.

~ What the fuck?
~ I have to take this.

"Top cop driven to suicide
by multiple affairs"!

What's this?

Is this... bullshit or...?

What the fuck's this?

It's not bullshit.

I knew about it.

~ Richard knew about it, yesterday.
~ Yesterday?

Why didn't you tell us
about it yesterday?

I tried to get the story buried.

Richard was in a very difficult
situation which I...

Which you completely failed
to get him out of.

His sister-in-law.
He was fucking his sister-in-law. What should I have done?

Flown around the earth
and turned back time?

~ Arranged a private meeting
where he could un-fuck her? ~ You could have asked for my help.

~ And you'd have done what, exactly?
~ I've known Caroline Carey for 15 years.

I could have talked to her.
Threatened her if, necessary.

Don't you think I have a file
full of dirt on hacks like her?

You wanted to save the world
all by yourself. You couldn't bear to ask your sidekick for help.

And we are where we are...
and Richard is where he is.

His sister-in-law and his physio?
What a player!

I didn't think someone his age
would have the energy.

She must be a good physio.

I can't believe he thought
he could get away with it.

I can't believe he was shagging
that many birds but still wanted to kill himself.

So, listen, Tone. I don't know if
this was a wind-up, right, but...

.. but Banjo said you're gay.

Yeah. I am, as it goes.

What? Well,
you could have told me, man.

I mean, you made me
look right a right twat,

talking about pussy and arse
and all that shit,

and all that stuff I said
about Elton John and the battymen.

So I have to announce I'm gay
so that you don't forget

to pretend not to be a homophobe?

Well, yeah, because I ain't
one of them, all right?

Right.

What's it actually like, then?
You know, bumming?

Jesus Christ!

An actual cock up your arsehole?

~ You ever had a bit of
double trouble? ~ Eh?!

~ Skiing?
~ Oh, for fuck's sake! ~ What?

False alarm. Phoned in by a rival
trainer shop round the corner.

Fucking timewasters!

And who'd wanna bomb a shoe, apart
from the fucking shoe bomber?

Actually, you know what?
Maybe I'd like to bomb their shoes, teach them a fucking lesson.

Banjo, we've only got room
for one loose cannon,

so we don't need you declaring jihad
on sandals, all right?

Yeah?

~ Hey, what's going on?
~ Ah, it's just pissin' me off.

Excuse me, sir.

I have reason to believe
you're smoking a marijuana cigarette.

It's a fag.

That's an unacceptable
homophobic expression.

~ I'm arresting you for that.
~ I ain't done nothing wrong!

All right, Marco, don't shit
your kit, mate. It's me, innit?

Robbie.

Fucking hell! Robbie from school.

Don't do that, mate - you proper
got me, you little cun-stable, you!

Shit, Hopwood. Warwick's camera.

Kicking off in Victoria Park -
houseboat raid - high priority.

Roger that. We'll meet you
over at the RVP as soon as this location has been secured.

What, you're calling in
the bomb unit?

Will do, yeah, if need be.

Heckler & Koch, MP5 submachine gun
with 9-mil hollow-point ammo.

Can I have a go?

Mate, I'm a highly trained
firearms officer.

If you had a go, you'd probably
end up shooting yourself in the arse or something.

You mug. Shoot myself!

~ I'm Prestige Level 10, Call of Duty,
yeah, Black Ops. ~ Yeah?

Yeah, Warwick's conducting
interviews at a rival sport shop,

who may or may not
have made a hoax threat.

Warwick's at another sports shop
on his own,

~ and you're just here waiting
for him? ~ That's right, yeah.

OK, well when Warwick's
done with his secret mission,

~ get the fuck over there, OK?
~ Yes, sir.

Cheers, guv.

Jesus fucking Christ.
We need to do something.

We need to get him signed off.

What is the long-term plan here?
Cardboard cut-out?

Inflatable fucking Warwick
in the back seat?

The long-term plan
is we take care of our own.

Unless you're more worried about
Hopwood signing off on your sergeant's application?

Oh, fuck off, Banj.

Ooh! Robbie Big-balls!

Well, I'm glad you got yourself
a big metal dick,

cos last I remember, your real dick
was like a tiny little worm.

At least that's what Tanya
used to tell me.

Do you remember Tanya Tucker?

Look, I'm just looking out
for a mate.

What, getting him relieved of duty?
How's that looking out for him?

He almost broke his own fucking
front door down this morning.

Is that the guy that you want back
on the streets holding a gun?

Why don't you suck on
my big metal dick, huh?

How about you suck on that?
Go on. How about that?

Suck on that!
You ain't saying much now, are ya?

Hello, sir. I just want to apologise
for my colleague's over-familiar conduct just then.

~ If you do need to
make a complaint... ~ Yeah!

I'm gonna provide you with a number
that you can call, all right?

~ What the fuck? ~ Look, it's cool.
I know him from school, innit?

~ He's a twat. He used to... ~ I don't
care how many wedgies he gave you.

He's an unarmed member of the public

and you just threatened him
with a loaded firearm.

If you ever do anything
like that again, you're gonna be out the child seat

straight down the fucking disposal
chute. Do you understand me?

Do you understand me?

All right.

OK. Let me know when you're ready.

~ Yep, ready, boss. ~ Yep.

OK, don't get shot!

Someone needs to talk to his wife.

Tell her never to switch on her TV
or look at her phone, ever again.

The last person
Jen needs to speak to is you.

I was doing my job.
My job was to protect Richard.

Well, I think we can safely say
that isn't your job any more.

OK, the perimeter's secured and
the firearms team is ready to go in.

Sir, I thought you should know
a news portal

has hacked into the drone feed.

~ Jesus Christ. How did they get that?
~ I don't know.

Well, if it's out there,
it's out there.

Well, this isn't meant to be
fucking out there.

If this lunatic smothers
his ball-bag in nitro-glycerine,

I don't want his testicles exploding
in 20 million faces. Kill the feed.

~ Are you sure?
~ This is operational...

Moving in.

.. not public relations.
We don't need that footage.

~ We can fly blind.
Kill it. ~ Yes, sir.

Armed police! Armed police!
Get down!

Armed police!

Armed police! Get out!
Armed police! Get out!

Get down! Get down now!

Armed police!

Bathroom's clear.

~ Clear. ~ Clear.

All clear. Nothing happening.

He's been here, but I think
he's buggered off.

There was definitely someone here.
Right, stand down.

OK. Stand down. Let's get EXPO in.

Well, perhaps the forensics
will give us...

For fuck fucking's sake!

Hello. One second.

~ It's the Home Secretary.
~ Oh, Christ.

Yeah, we're just trying to
locate him now, actually.

Just... just give it to me.

Home Secretary?

~ All right? ~ Cheers.

There was a call-out today,
and Hopwood came by and we had to cover for you.

Yeah, and we did a shit job,
so sorry about that.

Yeah, look, I, um... think that it
might be time to look at

~ getting you signed off.
~ Signed off?

Yeah, so that you can get
some treatment or...

Treatment? What, you think
I'm some sort of nutcase?

No, we just want
what's best for you, mate.

When you tell Hopwood
that I can't handle it, do you think he'll be like,

"Oh, that's fine Warwick, have a lie
down. Let me get you a cushion"?

Or do you think he'll make sure
I never pick up a gun again

~ in case I shoot someone's gran
thinking they're Jack the fucking Ripper? ~ All right!

~ You need some proper time off
to get your head straight. ~ This job is who I am.

It's not about the guns.
It's about the team. It's about us.

I thought we were
the fucking Avengers.

~ Aren't we? ~ Course we are.

Aren't we?

Yeah. Yeah,
we're the fucking Avengers.

Issue a lockdown.

A man fitting his description
was spotted near the houseboat.

"Bomber on the loose, police in
turmoil" all over the front pages.

Fucking great.

It'd be a good day for the Queen
to come out as gay

and set herself on fire
on The One Show.

~ Tom, can you arrange that?
~ Um... ~ It's a joke.

Look, I don't think this
necessarily reflects badly on you.

Some commentators are making a link

that Richard was too preoccupied
with personal issues and dropped the ball on the bomber.

Who wrote that?
I'll issue a rebuttal.

~ We don't have time to issue
rebuttals. ~ We need to make time.

Look, our job is to support
the head of this force.

Yesterday that was Richard Miller.

Today it's Acting Commissioner
Charles Inglis.

We could not save his life,
but we can save his reputation.

What are you going to do with his
reputation once you've saved it? Put a hat on it?

Stand it in the corner and ask it
to make operational decisions?

The fact is, Richard's affairs,
the bomber -

~ these are situations we inherited.
~ Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning you can't libel the dead.

So, we make ourselves
look whiter than white

while we load up Richard's plate
at the salad bar of shame?

I knew Richard
better than any of you.

He was one of my oldest friends.

But Finn's right.

We've got too much going on
to focus on his... legacy.

Sharon, I'd like you to personally
spearhead the TSG operation

at Victoria Park.

I don't want to tread on
the Chief Superintendent's toes.

No, I need my best
people on this, so...

~ I'll walk you to your car. ~ Yes.

Liz, have you got a minute?

So... Charles and I
have been thinking.

It might make sense to streamline
things at the top of the department.

~ Streamline? ~ Yeah.

You and Richard
were a great double act,

and when great double acts end,

going solo's
always going to be difficult.

Art Garfunkel. Liam Gallagher.

~ Frankenstein's monster.
Just some examples. ~ Right.

We all know how close
you and Richard were.

If you're implying that we were
having some sort of relationship,

that's total bullshit.

I would never imply that.

I don't need to imply that,

because I have Richard's
mobile phone records.

This is from last night -
"I need to talk to you." 22.13.

~ "Call me." 22.16.
~ Those were not romantic.

Funny how you didn't mention
it when he was missing.

The thing is, Liz,
I always think it's best

to have a policy of transparency.

Are you threatening me?

Are you firing me?

Of course not. The terms of your
contract are clear and inarguable.

But if you were to decide
that today was the day to move on,

then that's a decision the
Acting Commissioner would support,

with the utmost regret.

Maybe you should go home
until this all dies down.

We can say you needed some time off.

Let me know how you want to spin it.

'Hi, it's Davina. Leave a message.'

Look, where are you?
What the fuck's going on?

Call me back.

The agent said if I didn't
put down a deposit today, it would have gone like that.

You've got to move fast -
the market's insane.

What, so you've actually moved out?
Like, this is your flat?

Our flat.

Right.

I mean, we didn't actually decide,
but...

I mean, I haven't lived
in a flat for, like, ten year.

Oh, my God. Did you ram-raid
a petrol station?

Sorry, it's an air bed but...

.. the honeymoon suite awaits.

Nice. Although you know my back.

Maybe we should go to a Premier Inn
just for tonight?

PHONE RINGS

'Hi, it's Davina. Leave a message.'

Look, who is it?
Is it one of your exes?

Is it Chris -
that slimy piece of shit?

Trojan 131, or any Trojan.

Positive ID on a firearm
at a nightclub, E3. MP. Over.

All received by Trojan 131.

Come on, Banjo.

Call me.

Let's rock and roll.

SIREN WAILS

Young IC3 male. Positive ID
on a firearm. Exterior nightclub.

Northside. Over.

Call received. Over.

Right, so no shots fired.

If you see a shooter,
then challenge him.

But if you need to deal with it,
then deal with it.

If you want, you can stay
with the Trojan.

~ What, and look after your Thermos?
~ Piss off, mate. I just meant... ~ I'm on it. Serious as cancer.

Rhythm is a dancer.

~ See? I told you he was good to go.
~ Sure, mate.

Right, Robbie, go red.
Warwick, cover ahead.

I'm gonna go green. OK?

Fucking hell!
That's a bit heavy!

~ Clear the fucking arches!
~ Oh, fuck off.

Got two guys scrapping.

Get out of my fucking way!

Get the fuck out the way!

I can't see shit.
Move. Fuckin' move!

Move!

SCREAMING

Right, I've got pole position.
Robbie, stay right.

In position.

Get back.

~ Yo, what's going on?
~ I said, get back.

~ I just wanna get to the club.
~ I'm not gonna ask you again, all right?

~ This is an armed incident.
Get to the back of the arches. ~ Leave it out, man.

BANG

Was that a shot?

Was that a shot?

Dunno. Moving in.

SHOUTING

Warwick, is it a gun?

Armed police!
Put the weapon down now.

I've got the shot.

HE SHOUTS OUT

What the fuck is that, man?
What's that?

~ What the fuck is that, bruv?
~ What?

GUNSHOT

SCREAMING

What the fuck, man? No.

What the fu...?!

Advance to the scene.

What the fuck?

I had to take the shot.
You didn't take the shot.

I had to take the shot.

He's fucked!

OK, just tell me what happened
in your own words.

~ I was by the car.
~ We heard a shot.

There was a kid on the ground.

Yeah, you got another kid standing
over him about to shoot.

~ He had a gun, but I didn't...
~ Yeah, Warwick had visual on the gun.

Suspect was about to fire.

You could see that
Warwick could see a gun?

Yeah, he saw the gun,
but he didn't have a clear shot.

~ But I did. I took the shot.
~ After a verbal warning?

After a verbal warning, yeah.

You murdering fuckers!

Marmite, marmalade. The two marms.
It's the English double whammy.

It's bitter, but surprisingly
moreish. Like me.

In the big picture,
it's just a sidebar.

Everyone's talking about the suicide,
the sister-in-law.

~ No-one'll pay any attention.
~ No-one except everyone who matters.

You could sue.

How long would that take?
A year? Two?

It's not going to save
my reputation or my job.

Make a clean break of it, then.

Didn't the Deputy Mayor
offer you a cool job?

Yeah.

I don't think they'd take me now.
I'm toxic waste.

Besides, London Assembly, it's
a bit... Youth Parliament, isn't it?

If it ceased to exist, would anyone
notice for the first 12 months?

It's Boris Bikes. The Olympics.
Tube strikes.

You know, all that great shit.

You could always go back
to Instagram.

I'm not going back to Instagram.

~ She was briefly employed here,
as a physiotherapist. ~ Is that on the record?

Yeah, of course.
I am the bloody record.

~ Can I quote you on that?
~ Hi, John?

Yep, there is absolutely no evidence
that the late Commissioner

was involved in the bombing other
than working hard to prevent it.

PHONE RINGS
Mia Conroy.

'Is it true that...?'

Morning, everyone.

Unfortunately, Liz won't be coming
in today. She's not feeling well.

Norovirus. She might be out
for a few days.

Or a few weeks. Or a few months.

So, if anyone has time, perhaps
they can organise a whip-round

for a bottle of Lucozade
and some grapes.

~ So, Victoria Park lockdown.
~ You need to see this. ~ What?

Fatal shooting outside a nightclub.

For fuck's sake.
Dead Commissioner, dead teenager.

Can everyone please just stop dying,
just for a minute?

~ "Boy shot by armed cops." Not great.
~ No, no, no, no.

Look, look - "Criminal brandishing
lethal weapon taken down

"by armed officers
using appropriate force

"to protect innocent
members of the public."

~ That's your headline. There are no
dead boys in this story. ~ The photo's just come through.

He does look sort of boyish.

~ "Boy" to me is five or younger.
Has this gone out yet? ~ No, we need to sign off on it.

Source another photo.
A more grown-up one.

Feel free to photoshop on a beard,
or at least some stubble.

~ I'm shitting you. ~ Right.

Look. The headline is,
"Good guys don't carry guns."

Unless they're us.

And see what background
you can dig up.

~ We need to give the full context.
Yes? ~ Yes. ~ Yes.

PHONE RINGS
Mia Conroy.

All right, we're going to go live
now to our reporter, Jonah Hull,

who's at the scene of the shooting.

Jonah, is this turning into
the worst week

in Scotland Yard's history?

Well, it certainly seems that way.

The Thameside Bomber is still
at large, and of course earlier,

we heard about Commissioner
Richard Miller's apparent suicide.

And now in the early hours
of this morning,

outside this warehouse,
a black teenager

has been shot and killed
by armed police.

Intelligence from within the force
suggests that Karl Jeffries,

who had a history of involvement
with drugs and gangs,

was armed
and considered dangerous...

They are briefing
against the victim.

.. may have been linked to an ongoing
dispute between rival gangs...

Oh, the gangsta powers.

Why not go all the way
and just photoshop him standing between Tupac and Biggie?

God! Finn is ripping up
everything Richard tried to do.

Twenty-four hours,
it will all be gone.

Ahh, don't tell me, let me guess.

~ Saint Richard, the Sacred Shagger?
~ Don't!

Acting Commissioner Charles Inglis

is yet to make a statement
about the shooting.

~ Mia Conroy.
~ 'Hi, Mia, Sam. Listen, er, I...'

Right, listen. A challenging time
for us all at Scotland Yard.

Not "crisis", not "freefall"
and certainly not "meltdown". Yep.

Hi, Mum, can I call you back?
It's not a good time. OK.

PHONE RINGS

Mia Conroy.

Why are you briefing against
a dead 17-year-old?

~ Oh, hi, Liz. ~ How does Finn
think it's going to play out

when a few "drug convictions"
and "gang connections"

turns into one caution for cannabis

and a few dodgy friends in an area
where everyone's friends are dodgy?

Well, I guess the thinking was to
limit the damage of the "boy" angle.

Age isn't the angle. It's "black
teenager" - emphasis on "black".

The tale as old as time -
the institutionally racist police.

Actually, one of the officers
involved was black.

I'm sending you his details.

Maybe that's a good approach?

"We are a multiracial police force
and a multiracial team was involved in the incident."

This might sound weird...

I'm not actually 100%
on whether or not he's black.

Well, he's definitely black.
Or mixed race.

But I mean, mixed race is black,
isn't it?

I mean, my gut feeling when I looked
at this picture was - black guy.

That's the test, isn't it?

I don't think that's
the official UN procedure, no.

Maybe he's Asian? Or Greek?
Like Dappy from N-Dubz?

I think if we claimed the Greeks
as multiracial,

we'd get shafted by everyone,
including the Greeks.

~ Can we call him?
~ And ask if he's black?

~ Are we allowed to do that?
~ No, we are not allowed to do that.

Oh, he's Turkish.
The opposite of Greek.

The point is, let's not make mistake
101 - smearing the dead guy.

I'll send you a draft
of a new statement.

~ OK, but Finn... ~ Mia.

I have always thought
you had big balls.

Now is the moment to grab
those balls with both hands.

Right.

Look, just...

help me do the right thing.
Please?

Hi, I'm Matt Coward
from Matt Coward Productions.

Is Liz Garvey available?
I have an exciting proposal I'd like to show her.

~ I'm afraid Liz is off sick. ~ Lovesick?

What? It's in the papers.

Come to pay your respects, have you?
I'm first in line, matey-boy.

Miles. Great to see you.

Two words. Fuck off.

Three more. Go fuck yourself.

So it's a lockdown
for three square miles.

All public and private transport
is suspended.

We're asking you lot to team up
with specialist firearms

for house-to-house search.

Must have a good sniff if they're
sending top brass to mix it up with the grunts.

Now, City Hall are making us sweat.

If we don't find him in a few hours,
we'll have to lift the cordon.

The guy you're looking for
could be a walking bomb.

So be careful.

So, beds...

I know Ikea's a bit '90s,
but it's cheap

and everyone loves a Swedish meatball
and some mini Daim bars.

~ It's Banjo.
~ What's that, call number 20?

You need to put up a Chinese wall.

How about we play, "first to find
the psycho gets to finger Davs"?

So I'll be doing all the work
and fingering myself, as per usual.

~ PHONE RINGS
~ I've got to take this.

Look I... I can't really
talk at the minute.

'Shot a kid.'

What?

'It was dark and Warwick was, er...

'He was only a kid and I shot him.'

I killed a kid, Davs.

A peaceful, quiet East London
neighbourhood

which had been enjoying
a perfectly normal day

has suddenly become the centre
of an intense police manhunt.

Sorry to bother you. We're just
asking a few questions...

If I leave now, everyone's gonna say
that he wasn't right in the head,

that he was under emotional strain.
Maybe he was? Maybe if I hadn't...

Oh, so it's your fault
he pulled the trigger now? Or is it mine?

~ No, I'm just saying...
~ I'm not saying it's not horrible.

But he's using it
to emotionally blackmail you, and it's working a treat.

Clarkey, he's under investigation.

He'll lose his job.
He'll lose everything.

Excuse me, sir, you're not permitted
to leave the premises.

I need to go to work.
Look, I'm late for a meeting.

There's a lockdown on the area.

~ Has anyone tried to come to
the door, enter the property? ~ No.

Well, if you see anything
suspicious, let us know, yeah.

Look, I know
he's under investigation,

but can't you see this
from my point of view?

Clarkey, this is really stressful
for him. Can you not see that?

So what you gonna do?

I don't know.

Boys.

~ All right, mate?
~ What the fuck's this?

White wine spritzer.
I just thought...

What - you thought, I'm gay,
so I must drink white wine?

Well, it's still a pint, innit?

Fuck off.

What are you all gonna say
to the IPCC?

Banj, you know we're not
supposed to consult

~ before the one-on-ones.
~ We're not consulting.

Consulting is like when you see
a specialist about your ankle.

We're just chatting over a pint.

No-one said
you can't have a nice chat.

I'm just gonna tell 'em
what happened.

I saw him pointing something
at the other kid's head,

but I couldn't tell if...
what he was holding.

What do you mean, you couldn't
tell what he was holding?

It weren't a crayon,
or a green pepper.

It was a gun.

Yeah, I saw I saw the gun.
Right in his hand. Definite gun.

I can't believe I missed it.

You've just got to trust
your judgement, right?

It was noisy, it was dark.
But there was a gun.

That's the headline.

Look, it's important
we stick together. OK?

You mean, tell the truth
as we remember it?

Yeah. Which, since we all saw the
same thing, means sticking together.

~ What the fuck are you doing here?
~ Why shouldn't I be here? ~ Cos I sacked you. Remember that?

Well, who died
and left you all the cops?

It's a new era.
Why shouldn't I get access?

I earned my access with years
of lugging cameras around the North Circular

filming tax disc dodgers.

You want a piece of my action?
Pay your fucking dues.

And get out of my way while I sort
out the mess you've made.

It's Finn, yeah?

~ What the fuck is this?
~ It's just a different angle.

It reads like a newsletter
of the Karl Jeffries Fan Site.

~ Look. It's Liz. She just wants...
~ She wanted what?

We're in front of the firing line
and she wants to clean the barrels and load the bullets?

I guess she didn't
want anything to mushroom.

Look. Liz is sick. Right? She's so
sick, she's dead. Consider this her last will and testament.

This is not an art-house movie
where everyone gets a point of view.

OK? It's a western.
Black hats versus white hats.

There's no grey
in a newspaper headline.

Anything that makes our hat whiter
and their hat blacker, that's our job.

That's what we do.

And there are no racial
connotations to the hat colours.

That's just the colours
they come in.

~ Fuck you! ~ No, fuck you!
~ Fuck you!

Hey, hey, hey. HEY!

If you two don't leave the building
immediately, I'm calling the police.

And I can guarantee you
they'll come pretty fucking quickly.

In the last few moments,
police have surrounded this house

here in the Victoria Park area
after a neighbour made reports

of suspicious activities.

Stop filming! Get back.

We've been told that the bomber
is hiding inside.

What we don't know is whether he has
any explosive devices with him,

or to what lengths the police are
prepared to go to make an arrest.

PHONE RINGS OUT

~ Charles? ~ What's the situation?

The ARV are calling out the suspect.

That could take hours.
We need a result. They need to go in now.

Into a potential bomb factory?

No, we should be focusing on
evacuating the neighbouring properties

and facilitating a gentle exit.

Gentle exit?
What did you have in mind?

Building him a waterslide
from the second floor?

With all due respect, sir,

you asked me to personally
take charge of this operation

and that is what I intend to do.

Jesus Christ.

~ PHONE RINGS
~ Mia Conroy.

I've been trying to get a hold
of you for an hour.

"Sources at Scotland Yard
have refused to quash suspicions

"of the distractions of Miller's
chaotic private life

"were a factor in his handling
of the bombing."

What are Inglis and Finn
going to do next -

frame Richard
for an unsolved paedo murder?

And where is our press release
on the shooting?

~ Finn spiked that. ~ Well, unspike it.

Liz, look, I know you're still
officially my boss,

but the thing is
that Finn's here and you're not

and he sort of said I'm not supposed
to talk to you. Sorry.

~ Hi. ~ Hi.

A tense stand-off has effectively
become a siege

with no clear end in sight.

Police negotiators are attempting
to communicate with the...

Harry! Harry! He's coming out.

Get behind.

This is not a surrender.

This is a warning call
to capitalists and their armed dogs.

We understand that, son.
Walk into the road.

Do a 360 turn.

Assistant Commissioner,
you must be relieved

that you've managed to
arrest the suspect

without any further casualties.

I'd like to thank the residents
of Victoria Park for their co-operation.

Didn't you two search that house?

Yeah, we, er... yeah, we did.

So how was it then, Clarkey?

Too busy trying to cop a look
at Geordie tits

~ to notice a bloke with a bomb
up his arsehole? ~ Listen.

Just because I've got tits
doesn't mean I can't do me job

and I can do it a fuck's sight
better than you, so fuck off, all right?

We were able to reach out
to the suspect's parents.

We felt it was important
to facilitate a gentle exit

in such a densely populated area.

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

Oh, yeah, it's a win.

A win for Assistant Commissioner
Sharon Franklin.

To quote John Rawls...

What the fuck?

Let's get straight to it.

What is your response
to these rumours...

Can she do this?
Is she allowed to do this?

.. that you were part of Richard
Miller's complicated private life?

The Commissioner and I
never had anything more than a professional relationship.

And whatever issues
he might have been struggling with in his final days,

he never let them impact
on the decisions he made

or the actions he took
to keep this city safe.

Richard's legacy for London is
something worth fighting for and...

It's a bit written for my taste.

Well, you talk about legacy.

Is that legacy reflected in the way
you've handled today's tragic events?

There are suggestions that your PR
department, your PR department...

Didn't Thatcher do this?
Just turn up on the news one day?

Yeah, Thatcher also got ousted
because she pissed off everyone she worked with.

.. I'm glad that you asked it
and I will answer in full.

First, I want to apologise
to the family of Karl Jeffries

for the way he's been portrayed
in certain sections of the media.

The details of the incident
are not yet entirely clear,

but he is a dead 17-year-old boy

who at this point has not been
accused of any crime.

Just because the man who shot him
was wearing a police badge

doesn't mean he did the right thing.

He's not infallible.
The Commissioner was not infallible.

I am not infallible.

All I can do is... what Richard did,
which is the right thing,

even when the right thing
is impossible.

Nice. That's nice.

If we try to get rid of her now,
we're going to look like a racist Darth Vader

trying to drown Luke Skywalker
in a bag with some kittens.

.. Acting Commissioner Inglis
has asked me to personally handle

all the press on the IPCC
investigation going forward.

Oh, have I? That's very nice of me.

Do you think your position
as the head of PR is still tenable?

My position was to protect Richard,

and I did not do my job
as well as I could have.

But I know that he would have
wanted me to continue.

And that is what I intend to do,
with total, unwavering commitment.

OK, well you've got to look...

She can crown herself
the People's Princess for all I care.

Her little Diana act
doesn't mean shit.

Thanks for coming in, Liz.
Great to see you again.

Thanks very much, Dermot.

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