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[suspensive music]

- I know everything.

- What do you mean everything?

- Test me.

Ask me something you think I don't know about.

- The Barlow murder?

- Easy!

The wife did it.

Did you see the way that that woman

was playing with her wedding ring?

- Pop psychology does not indicate guilt.

- No, because that woman wasn't guilty.

She was playing with her ring because it didn't fit,

because it wasn't her ring

because we arrested the wrong woman.

- Yeah but she had--

- Mrs Barlow's car and credit cards,

which is why you assumed it was her

and not in actual fact a paid accomplice or lover.

Meanwhile, the real Mrs B heads to an airport

that wasn't being watched

because we thought we already had her.

- See?

I am a frickin' genius!

Who's got delusions of grandeur now, mom?

And I mean obviously this is,

it's good news for you guys too.

- When he said he knows everything--

- Does he know you were boning his wife?

That's actually a good question.

Hey Major!

Did you know that-- - No, no, no,

don't do that, don't do that!

- Psych!

I was kidding.

[suspensive music]

- Register alert to all ferries and airports.

We can assume she's driving the accomplice's vehicle.

Get on it.

Parfit, it's Major.

I need you to hack something for me.

[phone vibrates]

- What's happened, is it John?

- I think he knows about us.

- [Kelly] Why, what's he said?

- Nuttin'.

- You think he knows about us but he hasn't said anything?

That's odd, even for him.

- He is odd, even for him.

It's this new upgrade, it's made him clever.

I'm gonna tell him about us.

- [Kelly] No, no Roy, you're not gonna tell him about us.

- You're always going on about honesty.

- This isn't honesty, this is about you

assuaging your own guilt.

- It's still the right thing to do.

- John has only just moved back in.

If you tell him now, then you're gonna ruin any chance

that we have of making it work.

Unless that's why you're doing it.

- No!

- Who are you talking to Roy?

- No one.

Charity fundraiser.

- At half midnight?

- Insomnia charity fundraiser.

How you getting on with the case?

- Cracked it.

Drone ID'd the suspect's vehicle.

I've deployed a unit.

- All while I was on the phone?

- I also made you this.

It's a snake.

Now, I want to investigate something personal.

Operation Bluefinch, my shooting.

- Right, yeah.

- We know that Gilbert and Ryle are bent.

I had Parfit hack their computers,

found an encrypted file containing a single phone number.

- It's gotta be their contact.

We text the number and arrange to meet.

You've already done that.

- Using a clone of Gilbert's SIM,

so it comes from a trusted source.

As soon as we get a reply,

[phone beeps]

It's game on.

- What about back up?

- We don't know how many coppers in this unit are bent.

If there's someone we don't know about

who thinks we do know, they're gonna think

we're doing this to convince them it's safe to assume

we're in the dark about something that,

although they don't know it, we're not aware of.

- I was gonna say that.

- Good thinking.

I'll drive.

[upbeat suspensive music]

Are you okay Roy?

You seem...

unsettled.

- Yeah.

I'm just not used to being the stupid one.

- Oh, that's charming.

- Oh, you know what I mean.

With this upgrade, you're suddenly two steps ahead of me..

Jesus Christ John!

You never said you had a gun!

- Well it's a dangerous location.

No back up.

You'd be a fool not to come armed.

I knew it was you.

- Fucking hell John, I'm sorry!

- Hands behind your head Cleasby!

Was you expecting someone else?

- No.

Like who?

- Gilbert and Ryle maybe?

A lot of bent coppers you've been paying off?

- I don't know, I'm not involved in this,

I'm just a low-level dealer.

- Bullshit Cleasby, we've heard that one before!

- I could shoot you right now and get away with it.

No one knows you're here.

- Arrest him John.

Let's get him back to SIU.

- No, no, don't take me there, I'll get killed,

you saw what happened to Kristof.

- Kristof got killed when we let him go.

- Well then, don't let me go.

Protect me, hey

I can help you.

- Okay.

Help us.

Who's The Juggler?

- I dunno, I've never met The Juggler.

- Liam Cleasby, I'm arresting you on suspicion--

- Alright, I'll find him for you.

- How?

- Here's how.

Ring Gilbert and Ryle and tell 'em we're on to ya.

- But that's the truth.

- Well I know that doesn't come easily.

Tell them you're gonna grass

unless you can meet up with The Juggler tonight.

- Well where should we meet?

- What am I, your fucking travel agent?

Pick somewhere.

[suspensive music]

- Look, I arranged the meeting

with The Juggler like you asked.

Can you take the cuffs off now please?

- No.

- I'm not trying to escape.

I don't want to be murdered.

- Look then I advise you, shut your mouth!

John, where are we going?

- Oh, don't tell me you don't know where we're going.

You recognise this route.

You've done it loads of times.

- Why have we come to your house at two o'clock

in the morning with a criminal in the car?

- You said it yourself,

because now I'm two steps ahead of you.

Never leave a suspect unattended in the vehicle DI Carver.

- John.

- Oh, hello Kelly.

What are you doing up and about?

- I just couldn't sleep.

- Oh that's not like you.

Why not?

This is Liam Cleasby.

He's a drug dealer involved in my shooting.

- How's it going?

- Hi.

- I won't be a minute.

[dramatic music]

- Look he knows, I'm sure of it.

- He hasn't said anything yet.

- It's a test, see if we admit it.

- Yes well maybe you're projecting it on to him

in order to displace the sense of guilt you feel--

- Look we haven't got time for

a fucking two-hour psychology assessment Kelly!

We need to decide on this now, I'm telling ya, he knows!

- We can't know for sure, not without talking to him can we?

- Okay, jus, le, le, le, let's ask the criminal.

What do you think?

- What?

- You can't ask him!

- Why not?

He's a neutral observer.

You were in the car.

Do you think that John knows about Roy and I?

- I'm just a low-level drug dealer.

- Oh fuck off!

Look we need to say something before John--

- Before I say what?

- They've been having an affair.

- Not an affair, it, - I told you to shut up!

- I'm sorry, I don't think it's fair

for him not to know. - It's not an affair,

I was gonna say something, I was gonna say something,

- After you had died,

actually it was after he had died.

- I was gonna tell ya! - Going back to that.

- I wanted to tell ya. - That is not an affair.

- He should have known.

He should have known.

- I worked it out as soon as Parfit upgraded me.

- John, we need to talk, okay?

All of us.

Not you.

John please.

- No.

- John, where are you going?

- Work.

We'll talk some other time.

- I told you he's changed.

- He needs time to process the trauma in his own way.

- Come on you little scrote.

Get in the car dickhead.

[sombre music]

- Oh God, John.

- What we doing here?

You said you wouldn't bring me in.

- Shut up!

You've done enough damage for one night.

- Don't blame me, I'm not the one who slept with his wife.

- Look John, about everything--

- We need to lie low until we meet The Juggler.

No one comes in here.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Hey, you got pictures of me on the wall.

Are these the best you can get?

- Should he be looking at that?

- Makes no difference.

An hour from now, we'll come face to face with The Juggler

and this'll be over, one way or another.

We should get some rest.

[suspensive music]

- Look John, about everything--

- Forget it.

Just try to relax.

- I think we should--

- No.

- Please, just--

- No.

- [Carver] I just wanna talk.

- [Major] There's nothing to talk about.

- Nuttin' to talk about?

We're about to confront the head of an organisation

that had ya assassinated

and you've just found out I slept with your wife.

- Someone's been here.

- It looks the same.

- This pencil

It's been moved.

- Well it must be a cleaner.

- Would a cleaner attach this?

- Shit!

Is that a camera?

- [Major] Yeah.

- Someone knows I'm here?

- And knows we're investigating Operation Bluefinch.

- Then why aren't they trying to stop us?

- They wanna keep tabs.

See what we know.

- It's gotta go higher than Gilbert and Ryle.

- Take him back to the car now.

I'll grab us some vests.

We need protection to meet The Juggler.

- John, be careful.

You don't know who you can trust.

- You can say that again.

I can't get out.

Thanks.

[suspensive music]

- DI Major.

- Boss.

You're working late.

- Celebrating.

Mrs Barlow, the real one, has been apprehended and charged.

All thanks to you.

- Felicitations John.

- Former Commissioner Chalmers happened to hear about it

and she popped in with a bottle of fizz to say well done.

- Come and join us for a quick one.

- I'd love to ma'am but, I need to get home to my wife.

- With two Kevlar vests?

What on earth do the pair of get up to?

[laughs]

Now come and join us for a drink.

That's a direct order.

Do not let him leave.

- Oh!

What's happening?

- Stop him!

Go!

- Armed Police, stay where you are!

[upbeat music]

- They're here to switch me off!

- Where's the vests?

- Move Carver!

[car engine roars]

- [Armed Police Officer] Sorry ma'am, they got away.

- [Chalmers] Okay, where's he heading to?

- Who?

- Cute.

Listen, I could have you deported back to Disneyland

before you can say Golden Grahams.

- You can track DI Major, right?

There's a chip in his head!

- It's a nano-transmitter.

[Chalmers sighs]

And he's managed to take it offline.

Ooh, incredible.

I really knocked it out of the park with this update.

- Hi.

Hiya, sorry,

is, um, DI Major in the building?

- No.

- Okay, Carver?

- No.

- Uh, Chief Superintendent, Dennett!

- Raced off somewhere.

- There was an officer, she bought John flowers.

Judy!

- Sorry, Judy's not in tonight.

- No, but I might be able to help.

I'll take you to Doctor Parfit.

She'll be able to find DI Major.

- Great, thank you.

Uh, what's your name?

- My name?

Yeah, it's--

- Sorry, could you tell me on the way?

Great, thank you.

Thank you so much.

[dramatic music]

- I hope you know what you're doing, John.

[suspensive music]

- [Major] Might have guessed you'd choose this place

to meet The Juggler Cleasby.

Back where it all began.

- Do you remember what happened that night?

- We were standing over there--

- Not you, you dickhead!

You were out there meeting Kristof.

Things went badly wrong

'cause we weren't communicating.

- 3.30 am, we should get into position.

- What about me?

- No, you're staying in the car.

- But, The Juggler's here to meet me.

He'll be looking for me.

[dramatic music]

- John?

John, what is it?

- Sh!

Someone's coming.

- John, who is it?

- Surprise, surprise.

- What?

What can you see?

[dramatic music]

- What can I see?

I saw my best friend and my wife, together.

- What, you wanna talk about that now?

- You were right Roy.

We can't leave things left unsaid.

- But we can for five minutes.

John.

Gilbert and Ryle!

- Carver?

- And Major?

- It's one thing you being with Kelly after I died

but this was before.

- John, I'm really sorry, look,

it was just that once and it was only a kiss.

- Where's Cleasby?

- Shut up!

- Roy!

- Forget about Cleasby.

Where's The Juggler?

I don't believe it's one of you two bell ends!

- How long was it going on for Roy?

- Juggler?

We don't know anything about any Juggler.

- Bollocks!

- Roy!

Don't ignore what's going on here.

- Me ignore what's going on?

Who's this?

Is this The Juggler?

- Shit.

- Dennett?

- Major?

Carver?

What are you doing here?

- So you're The Juggler?

- What's The Juggler?

- I trusted you Roy.

You were my rock, you and Kelly.

My north and south.

- I'm following this pair, you said they were suspicious.

- We haven't done anything.

- So who's the fucking Juggler?

Who?

- I've got it!

It must be some kind of criminal alias.

- Fucking hell!

If I hear that once more!

- Tell me this, do you love her?

- Who do you take your orders from?

- We don't know what you're talking about.

- From Cleasby.

- Shut up Gilbert!

- It's over Jeanette.

From Cleasby.

- No, no, it can't be Cleasby.

He's just a low-level drug dealer.

- That's what he wants you to think.

- No, no, no, it can't, it can't be.

Cleasby's in the back of our car.

Where is he?

He was right there!

- Just answer the question Roy!

Do you love her?

- Major!

[gun shot fires]

- Gilbert.

- Simon!

No!

No!

- What's happening?

- We've been set-up!

Again!

- Who's the little scrote now?

[gun shot fires]

- No!

[gun shot fires]

- [Carver] No!

- Get out of the way Roy!

- No, I won't let him hurt ya!

- No Roy, I won't let him hurt you!

- No, I can't let you die again!

It was my fault the first time!

- Bullshit, it wasn't your fault!

- You know it was my fault!

You remember everything!

[gun shot fires]

You saw me kissing your wife!

- It wouldn't matter!

[gun shot fires]

It was my fault that happened.

I remember now what a dickhead I was!

[gun shot fires]

- [Carver] I was the dickhead!

- I've been a dickhead for years, gah!

I didn't deserve Kelly and I didn't deserve you either!

I still don't!

I'm covering you Roy!

- [Carver] No, I'm covering you!

- Now I've got you.

- Oh God, that felt good.

- [Major] I'm covering you Roy!

- [Carver] No, I'm covering you.

I'm gonna save you!

- Bastard, I'm gonna save you!

- It's over boys.

- Help me up.

For fuck's sake Roy!

[sombre music]

It's a shame things ended like this.

- You should have had back up.

You know, back up.

- We know, like a computer.

- Funny.

- [Gilbert] It's just banter!

- You saved our lives today.

I'll never forget you for this Judy.

- Fuck's sake!

I only saved him so I can kill him myself.

I'm not even joking.

I'm gonna write my name on one of those fucking balloons

and I'm gonna choke him with it.

- Just in case, what are the stats?

- 39% suitability.

- Yeah, don't bother.

- I came as soon as I found this.

- You were only supposed to read that if I'd died.

- What's it say?

- Kelly, I give you and Roy my blessing.

All my love, John.

P.S, only read this if I've died.

- Someone wants to speak to you.

- I owe you an apology John.

The fact is I came to SIU tonight to pull the plug.

But from what I'm hearing,

you single-handedly brought down The Juggler.

Liam Cleasby.

- Not single-handedly.

- As far as the AI Ethics Committee is concerned,

your future is now absolutely assured.

I'm so pleased.

- Nice work boys.

- That's great news.

- Yeah, yes, all good.

- Brilliant.

- Uh, it's getting late, maybe we should,

we should go home.

[sombre music]

[suspensive music]

[Chalmers chuckles]

[upbeat suspensive music]