Original subtitles

Seems quiet enough.

Prank call?

Caller was screaming

about drug dealing and violence,

but it was all a bit hysterical.

I'm gasping for a coffee.

[ Man shouting, laughing ]

[ Siren wails ]

[ Indistinct talking

and shouting ]

[ Up-tempo electronic music

playing ]

GABRIEL: Oh, thank God.

I'm Gabriel Turner.

This is my parents' house.

- Nice place.

- Yeah, well, look at it!

Private party, so nothing

to do with us, really.

Carrie Blackburn just gave

Matthew Price a blow job

in the hot tub.

She's 15, and it's gonna bugger

the filters.

Like I said, not our problem.

[ Engine revs ]

[ Sculpture breaks ]

You've got to do

something about this.

[ People cheering ]

Okay, well, look,

there's a drug dealer here

right now

with actual drugs next door.

You guys have to do

something about that.

Come on.

GABRIEL:

Come on, hurry up, hurry up!

That one there.

Yeah, she's the dealer.

[ Chanting ] Tessa!

Tessa! Tessa!

STUART:

Is that Tess?

[ Cheering ]

- TEGAN: Shit.

- STUART: Jesus.

Dinah's gonna go mental.

[ Chanting indistinctly ]

[ Siren wailing ]

- Where's Dennis?

- Inside with Spike.

You come and see me after,

yeah?

Dennis' rancid little heart will

be breaking without you, love.

Pop in, make sure

he don't get suspicious.

Right 'cause 30 seconds

out here, that'll do it --

not the 50 bloody

armed policemen

who turned up

out of nowhere in the woods.

He'll think that's

totally legit, won't he?!

Morning, Viv.

Well, I'm off fishing fascist

brains out of a Persian rug.

Killed by one of his own,

doing the job for us -- pop.

Who's got you by the flaps,

then?

- Come here.

- What?

Is this a bollocking

or a hand job?

I didn't bring wet wipes.

Shame, I forgot the baby oil.

Get in!

The suspect was in possession

of a firearm

and a bag containing

£40,000 cash.

Not so gobby now, are you?

His brief's on her way.

We should have him charged

by lunchtime.

Just remind me,

what is it for possession

of a firearm nowadays?

- Seven years?

- Ten.

Ten?

Ten years.

This is for Joy,

you piece of shit.

Caroline McCoy?

Caroline bloody McCoy?

What, and this is nailed on?

So our girl is dead so that bint

could become a politician?

And I have nothing to prove it.

Go through Dirkin's things.

Anything and everything

in the house.

I need something that's gonna

link Caroline and Dirkin.

No sooner said.

I'm right on it.

[ Grunts ] Jesus Christ!

[ Bottles clink,

paper crinkles ]

You should've said.

You could've used our bin.

- Thanks.

- You told him?

Dinah?

This one I don't need to see.

What's this?

Masons or Weight Watchers?

We'll get her.

I promise you.

- Ma'am.

- Dinah.

Caroline McCoy faked

her own assassination attempt

so she could swing the vote

and win the election.

She even smuggled the gun

into the town hall for Beckett.

I know.

I'm feeling it.

When I see that bitch...

MARCHANT:

You won't have to wait too long.

I've just had a call

from the town hall.

Caroline McCoy's

on her way over -- photo op.

Chance to thank her supporters

at the station.

- When?

- About an hour.

Now, what are we gonna do

about Dennis?

Well, we've got him with a gun.

That's ten years, easy.

Let's just charge him

and tell Bonnie it's over.

I don't want him charged.

I want him back out there.

Viv, there's no way

Bonnie's cover can hold.

Not Bonnie.

She's finished, all right.

You were spitting nails the last

time we had to release Dennis.

Yeah, that was before I let

Caroline bloody McCoy

get her hands on a billion-pound

budget and the keys to our city.

How the hell

could we not have known

that she was running around

with Albion?!

What else have we missed?

And don't get me started

on Joseph Beckett,

'cause he's still out there

knocking off

whoever the hell he fancies.

All we have got

is Dennis Caddy.

You can't just release him.

No.

No, I want him working.

I want him working for us.

He's our one chance

of nailing them both.

I'm gonna mess with his head,

and I'm gonna get him to see

that we are his only hope.

And once we've got him,

we can take down Caroline too.

I'm sure there's meant to be

sweeping violins

underneath that grand speech,

but there's no way

that you're gonna turn Dennis,

not in 24 hours.

[ Knock on window ]

Sorry to interrupt, ma'am,

but Dennis' lawyer has

just turned up in reception.

It's Anthonia Cairns.

Who pays for the lawyer,

him or Albion?

- Albion.

- Keep her in reception.

Don't let her talk to Dennis.

Okay, but it's his legal right.

How do I stop her?

I'll help.

Come on.

Viv, what are you planning?

I'm gonna blow Bonnie's cover.

You blow her cover,

you're risking her life.

Not if I do it right.

You're exposing her

to entrapment, malfeasance,

maybe even sexual assault.

Go and get her,

I need her up here.

She'll spend

the rest of her life

waiting for Albion to find her

and kill her.

Dinah, you're a sergeant now.

My sergeant.

We're gonna do this.

Yeah. Yeah.

Funny story, actually.

Do you remember that old lady

that you represented --

uh, oh, Philippa --

Philippa what's her name?

Jonah...

She used to take her clothes off

in custody.

She crapped in the corner.

Used to growl.

Rar! Rar!

Like a little terrier.

What are you doing?

Just that, um,

Ma'am needs to see you

before you go through.

So just say so and shut up.

Where's my lawyer?

Dennis love,

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

Now, no one else will, and I

would like you to remember that.

I want my lawyer.

All the lawyer's gonna do

is tut and say,

"Dear me, Dennis, you have made

a real mess of it this time."

Because the thing that

she's gonna be worrying about

is how all this affects Albion.

You're just a grunt to her.

Well, let's see.

[ Inhales sharply ] We arrested

your sister Faye yesterday.

What for?

Murder.

She's on her way

up to Durham right now.

Gone right off her food.

Just shows what the prospect

of life inside can do to you.

Murder? That's shit!

Point is...

...she's gone, and Albion

are about to abandon you.

Now, I know you that you think

that you're the big cheese,

but not anymore.

You're on your own.

Really?

How come we found you

last night?

No, no, no, she can't.

She can't.

Lucky guess, was it?

I know you've been wondering

about that.

Who's the mole, Dennis?

What if she can't hold him?

Then what the fuck

happens to me then?

Just wait.

DEERING:

You already know.

Bollocks.

Your girlfriend, Bonnie Sands,

works for me.

No.

No fucking way.

Oh.

But you know that already.

Why else

would she be with you?

I want my lawyer.

I'm not saying another word.

Oh, my God,

you do not want her.

You know what that rabble

at Albion will do to you

when she tells them

what you've done?

You passed on

all this info to the police?

They're gonna take

a razor blade to your balls.

Bonnie?

No way.

Go fuck yourself.

Call her.

If she's not a cop, she'll be

downstairs in the cells,

and her phone

will be impounded.

That's right, isn't it?

So call her.

See what happens.

Go on.

Call her.

This is such bullshit.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Answer it.

I can't.

What are you trying

to do to me?

[ Line ringing ]

Bonnie, you have to.

Answer it, and you're free.

Jesus.

You really had me.

You've got some balls, lady.

If I hadn't called,

you'd be in my head, all right.

Jesus! [ Laughs ]

- Fuck!

- [ Door opens ]

Sorry.

Missed your call.

What was it you wanted?

You sober enough

to talk to yet?

Where's your mum?

Don't know.

She's not come home.

She lives at that cop shop.

Oh, my days, my bloody head.

Nice.

15 and hungover.

Future of our country

right here.

Please, like you weren't

off your tits at my age.

- But I wasn't dealing drugs.

- Neither was I.

I've got a very angry young man

who says otherwise.

Wants you done for dealing,

Tess.

Well, I wasn't. Right?

I swear I wasn't.

Shit.

Stu, am I in trouble?

I don't know.

Tell me about it.

Tess!

Tell me about it.

All right!

I had some pills on me.

Pills?

Yeah, like a handful,

that's all.

I was sharing them out

with my mates,

and then Gabriel swans over

all full of himself and goes,

"Oi, give me one.

It's party tax."

He took a pill himself?

No, 'cause I told him he'd

have to pay like everyone else.

- Oh, Jesus.

- It was a joke.

And he knew it was a joke.

That's not dealing dealing,

is it?

I mean, he only came over to me

'cause he fancies me.

He knows you?

Course he does.

How many pills you still got?

Some.

These are going down the loo.

I'll talk to the kid

and make this go away.

And Dinah is not gonna know

a thing about it, right?

It's the least we can do

after Joy and everything.

Thanks, Stu.

Listen, I know you're a kid,

and, yeah, I did shit too,

but you're also

a cop's daughter.

Anthonia Cairns?

Detective Chief Inspector

Marchant.

Good.

I was hoping

to speak to someone senior

because the procedural

violations in this station today

perpetrated by this numbskull

are inexcusable.

To be honest,

I'm surprised you're here.

With the sad demise

of Mr. Lionel Dirkin,

I'd assumed

you'd pass on Mr. Caddy.

I'm sorry, what?

Haven't you heard?

Lionel Dirkin was shot

in his home last night.

Sorry, should I

have mentioned that?

Dirkin pays Albion's fees,

so unless you're here

for some pro bono work

or you're particularly fond

of the far right...

Mark, I'm at the station.

What's this about Dirkin?

Right.

Well, I don't know

what was going on here,

but as of now I don't care.

The nasty little shit's

all yours.

Jonah, it was memorable.

Inspector, you've made my day.

Tell Dennis he's lost his brief.

Offer him some

bog-standard duty solicitor,

and make the prospect

as appealing

as sticking his tongue

in a blender.

There she is.

- Madam Mayor.

- [ Chuckles ]

Oh, it's weird, eh?

Little scrapper from Cinderly

like me.

Who are these shiny people?

Oh, that's Meg and Daniel.

They're doing the comms.

Basically telling me

when I'm not smiling enough.

But it was my idea to come here.

I mean,

I only won because of you.

Oh, don't blame me for that!

But you're all very welcome.

Now, what can we do

for you today?

Ten minutes with the troops,

tell them how much they matter.

- A few photos.

- No problem.

And then maybe you and me.

A few minutes, no cameras,

just us.

Lovely.

I can fill you in

on the Lionel Dirkin murder.

Oh, don't you worry.

We're making

exceptional progress on that.

His lawyer's gone.

Didn't even speak to Dennis.

Couldn't see her for dust

when she realized her line

of credit died with Dirkin.

So that's you done here,

missus.

You never have to see him again.

We'll need to do

a hot debrief --

psychological assessments,

risk reports.

As you'll know.

It's protocol.

All right, all right, enough

photos of the happy couple!

[ Both laugh ]

You lot,

you are bloody privileged

to have this woman here today --

on her first day in office!

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

No, no, I am privileged.

You lot, the police,

you're taken for granted.

I just want you to know

that I appreciate you.

And, well, things are gonna

change now that I'm mayor.

Not having one hand

stuck behind your back

because of

idiotic regulations.

I am cutting the red tape

and making you lot the cops

that you want to be.

- [ Cheering ]

- Yes! Whoo!

[ Chuckling ]

Hello?

Hello?

[ Clinking ]

Oh, hello.

You not gonna tidy up?

No, Fatima's in tomorrow.

She'll get it done in no time.

- Fuck off.

- Get out.

So, what's up?

Did you sort out that dealer?

Oh, you mean Tessa Kowalska?

I don't know.

Is that her name?

Cut the shit, kid.

You know exactly who she is.

I've been running around town

'cause you've got a crush

on that girl,

and this is your revenge

for her turning you down.

Am I right?

Sort of. Sorry.

Right, well, we're done.

Good luck to your cleaner.

Poor cow.

I know Tess quite well,

actually.

Like how her mum's a cop.

And you're wrong

about her dealing.

I've got a video of it

on my phone.

If you look real closely,

you can see her hand over

a bunch of pills right there.

I don't know. Looks a lot

like drug dealing to me.

Do you want me

to send you the clip?

What am I saying?

Of course you do.

You're a police officer.

Unless you were trying to

cover up a crime

'cause the dealer's mum

is a cop.

You wouldn't do that,

would you?

I mean,

that's some serious shit.

Isn't it?

So, Stuart --

Do you mind it

if I call you Stuart? --

how are you gonna get yourself

out of this mess, then?

DEERING: We arrested

Dennis Caddy at the scene.

Hopefully we've got enough

to charge him.

Yeah?

What's he said?

It's all "no comment,"

I'm afraid.

And Beckett?

He was gone before we could

secure the scene.

So he's still out there.

Do you think he's going to

come after me again?

I can arrange a new security

detail if you're worried, love.

- Are you worried?

- I don't know.

I-I'm just so tired, you know?

This campaign.

Well, it makes you paranoid

about who you can trust.

I saw you last night

at the town hall.

You didn't seem very happy

I'd won.

I'm thrilled for you, love.

I should've said at the time,

but the Dirkin murder case

blew up on me.

Come on, now, bugger off.

Go and pester a fireman

for a photo opportunity.

And if he wants to throw you

over his shoulder,

make sure that you're wearing

clean kecks.

I think I'm gonna spend

half the year

in a high-vis jacket,

aren't I?

Hiya.

So, uh, I'll see you, then.

DEERING: Good luck.

You're always welcome here.

It's good to know.

DEERING:

This meeting isn't recorded.

No lawyer, as agreed, no tape.

Just us.

- But no Bonnie.

- That's right.

Why didn't you kill Beckett?

- Where is she?

- She's gone.

I want to see her.

No. Now you tell me

about Caroline McCoy.

No.

I don't know her.

Oh, you know how this works.

You help us,

and we talk to the CPS.

You used a woman to entrap me,

to rape me...

- Oh, for God's sake.

- Sex without consent.

I would have never have fucking

touched her if I'd have known.

Did you go to Caroline McCoy

with the plan

for the faked assassination,

or was it her idea?

Ask Bonnie.

So who organized it?

I'm not doing this.

I'm not sitting here when that

woman's out there with my baby.

You know, thinking about

all this, what you've done,

maybe I should have a lawyer

after all.

It's not your baby.

You're a jaffa.

She just played on your emotions

using some other fella's kid.

No.

I don't believe that.

- DEERING: Jesus wept.

- Prove it.

Until you can do that,

go fuck yourselves.

I felt abused.

Ashamed.

Often exploited.

Angry with myself, with the

people who controlled me.

Whoa, are we recording this

for a documentary or what?

What are you talking about?

Bonnie, wherever you've been

for way too long,

for God's sake, don't come home

sounding like a claims form.

Are you asking

for my serious medical help,

or are we just gonna

swipe your card?

- I-I need help.

- [ Door opens ]

Oh, sorry, Peep,

can you, um...?

We're in the middle

of a psych examination.

- You -- off.

- What is it?

We need you to do a blood test

to prove the baby's not his.

Miller can get the results back

in a few hours if we expedite.

Just to shut the fantasies down.

It'd really help.

Well, A,

how does this help you one iota?

Do you mind

keeping out of this?

I've been contracted by

your department to keep in it.

B, this isn't her meeting,

so either one of us

or both of us

need to tell her

to fuck right off,

or she's gonna be reported

to both departments

for professional harassment.

But she's gonna end up

on my doorstep,

so I don't know

why I'm laughing.

No, it's okay.

Let's get it over with.

Fuck.

Uh, squared.

You said...

...he couldn't.

He genuinely didn't think

he could.

- Okay, but still...

- No, Dinah.

I only slept with one man

last year,

and that was Dennis.

Okay.

I'll be seeing you both

in about a month.

And I've fucked the case,

haven't I?

Just wish you'd told us.

I was scared, all right?

You do this job, you live like

I have, and then you judge me.

Yeah. Sorry.

What did Viv say?

She wants you in with her.

Get Dennis to turn.

No. No way. No.

The idea is, when I'm done,

I'm gone.

That's the whole point

of being undercover.

Yeah, well, you kind of

fucked the whole point

with his kid, didn't you?

But I can't!

After everything I've done

to him, I can't face him.

- She needs you.

- But I can't!

For Joy.

One last time.

Echo tango two to control.

We'll take it.

Copy that.

Suspected vandalism?

Oh, come on.

That's, like, so boring.

Where's the action?

Yeah, well, it's a quiet day.

Look, the deal was I get to

hang out with you guys

and do a bunch of cool shit

which I can tell everyone about.

Like a bank robbery

or -- or watch some dude

choke to death on his own vomit.

- I'm sure...

- Just...

...something will turn up.

It had better.

Otherwise, the deal's off.

Now, come on.

I want top speed,

lights, sirens.

Come on!

[ Siren wails ]

Yes, darling, I'm looking

at one of yours now --

a crime against carpentry

called the Banley.

Straw underneath,

dead body on top,

strike a match,

it'd come into its own.

What the buffalo it's doing

in anyone's parlor, though...

Yeah, so, wholesale

and any import on that,

what we looking at?

Nine?

What, you mean 9,000,

don't you?

What?

And your Drakefield,

the one with the interesting

mottled cushion --

looks like a football team's

played spunky biscuit on it?

That's even less?

Give over, madam.

DEERING:

He can't hurt you.

He'll try and throw

some shit at you,

but that's all he can do.

You're stronger than him.

Okay.

The baby's yours.

Yeah, right, fuck off!

They haven't even

taken a sample.

We only needed

the mother's blood.

And your DNA's

already in our system.

"Our"?

Was any of it real?

The sex was, obviously.

Mummy.

Who does this?

Who sends employees out

to fuck the enemy?

The original Nazis

prompted the idea.

Same tricks apply to

tribute bands, apparently.

BONNIE: Nobody gave me

those instructions.

It was my choice.

Shucks, I'm flattered.

You cunt!

- Go fuck off!

- Ah-ah-ah.

Cozy chat is over.

Where's Beckett?

I want another lawyer.

- Well, what can you afford?

- Duty lawyer's fine.

I just need an injunction

to stop an abortion.

Pissed right on your chips

there, Bonnie.

I'll make you live with it for

the rest of your fucking life!

I've no intention of getting

an abortion, Dennis.

Permission to step out, ma'am.

Granted.

Dirkin's dead.

Who else might Beckett

be talking to, eh?

- [ Door opens, closes ]

- Caroline McCoy?

No idea.

I've never met the woman.

Well, did Dirkin

ever mention her?

Faye was sure

you were the mole.

I told her shut up

or fuck off,

which she wouldn't,

so youse lot framed her!

Oh, grow up, Dennis.

You're getting flashbacks

to "Night Manager."

Your sister is banged up

on solid evidence.

Now, look at me!

We desperately need to get

Joseph Beckett off the streets.

That's been your only job

since he went apeshit.

Yeah, well,

someone is hiding him.

Check my pockets.

Once he finds out that Bonnie

was undercover,

he'll go after her too.

No?

Or maybe you'd love that.

No, I don't want to

talk to my mum.

I need Stuart.

Can't you get him on the radio

or something?

Tess?

You all right, love?

Yeah, fine.

I just wanted to see

how Stu was.

- Stuart?

- Yeah.

He was helping me out

with a thing,

but it's no big deal, honestly.

Hold on.

What's going on?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on.

I screwed up.

Happy now?

Come upstairs.

Take her upstairs.

No offense, you guys,

but your job is seriously dull.

It'd better be better tomorrow,

or the deal's off.

I mean, you guys are okay.

Especially you, Tegan.

- You got a boyfriend?

- Yeah, she has.

Him?

Oh, come on, Tegan, you could do

so much better than that.

You know, after today,

I'm not sure that I disagree.

Right? Yeah? Yeah?

TEGAN: Who's that?

Oh, shit, Dad.

It was just a weekend.

It was just two nights

away with your mother,

and you do this.

I'm used to my son's antics.

Should almost have expected it.

After all,

he is a fucking moron.

But as far as I understand it,

you came to the house,

and you just

let the carnage carry on.

STUART:

This was a civil matter.

It wasn't our business

to intervene.

Young people

drinking and taking drugs?

No, sir,

we didn't see any drugs.

Did you see any drugs, Gabriel?

Think I...

I-I...

Sorry.

Anyone understand that?

I've spent thousands

on his education.

What have I got?

A gibbering idiot.

Mr. Turner,

I called you because...

Truth is, your two buddies here

fucked up,

and you want me

to control my son.

No, no, no. We can do this

formally, if you prefer.

Tess can be arrested.

I'll make sure she's interviewed

by an independent investigator,

shown no bias.

Yeah. Hmm.

Good.

Her lawyer will argue

that your son's phone recording

shows no dealing.

Were there any drugs recovered

from the party, Stuart?

No.

No. Okay.

That's what we'll do.

- No problem.

- Okay.

Obviously, to prove no bias,

we'd need to arrest Gabriel.

What?

Yeah, for being concerned

in the unlawful supply

of controlled drugs.

And aiding and abetting

unlawful sexual intercourse

by providing the premises

for such actions to occur.

[ Exhales slowly ]

Bit of a smarty pants,

aren't you?

Yeah, and we would have to

inform social services

that this young man

was regularly left alone

and able to organize

these parties

because his parents

couldn't control him

due to their constant absence

from his life.

Hmm.

Or we could all agree

this is just something

that's been dealt with,

no further action needs to

be taken by either side.

What do you think, sir?

[ Sighs ]

Give me the phone.

Let me see it.

I don't know.

It's not very clear, is it?

I tell you what.

Let's ask the new mayor,

shall we?

Let's send her this,

see what she thinks.

Her whole campaign was about

the police, after all.

There.

Just so we're being thorough.

Eh, son?

- [ Door closes ]

- DEERING: Okay.

Charge me with accessory.

That's seven years, right?

I can do that if I have to,

but my chances at a trial

are better than good.

I was accessory

only to a stunt.

With a live firearm that killed

one of my officers.

Which I presumed was fake

'cause it was a stunt.

Any decent jury's going to

laugh you out the dock.

So, worst case, three-and-a-half

with good behavior.

Then I pick up

where I left off.

Left off what?

- The kid.

- The kid?

I'll have either been acquitted,

or I'll have served my time.

So, by laws and decency,

I'm entitled to access.

She was an undercover officer.

We don't even know

her real name.

It's her job to vanish again

until the bat phone goes.

We didn't know her before this.

We won't see her again.

I want to see Bonnie.

She's being debriefed

before leaving.

You're not the only ones

with facial recognition

software.

And yet she got past

your vetting to end up in bed.

Bonnie?

She's not here.

She's off the case.

She has filed her last report.

We never met.

Now, you let me know

when you want to talk

about Beckett.

This is such a fucked-up case!

You are such a fucked-up case!

I'll get pro bono

just for the coverage!

You fucking...

Right, call in the boys.

Let's get him back in his cell.

- No...

- Put an end to this.

You can't fucking do this.

There are laws!

We're not gonna catch Beckett if

he's rolled up in a fetal ball,

shitting himself

without nappies.

This is inhuman!

He's nowhere to go after

"inhuman" but, honest, wait.

No, I'm stopping this.

Aaaah!

[ Body thuds ]

DR. PEEP: Oops.

Difference between us,

if I don't invoice,

I'm not responsible.

A settee?

A sodding settee?

Why are we talking

interior design, Miller?

MILLER: Yeah, apologies

for milking this.

I am presently tumescent

with smugness.

Dirkin, he has

three poncy bespoke sofas

adorning his molly house,

and these fellas,

not knowing their own strength,

they've done gone

and flipped one over

during gunfight

at the alt-right orgy,

vouchsafing unto

my keen senses

a little metal disc

on the chassis

bearing the initials "MFS" --

McCoy's Furniture Store.

McCoy as in Caroline McCoy.

Caroline McCoy,

the newly elected mayor.

All this is tales of

the fucking obvious, I know,

but it is not the thing.

The thing is,

Dirkin has shelled

17 grand apiece for these.

That is a 51K hand shandy

on some

frankly very average buffets

that retail normally

eight thou tops.

Now where's the other 43 gone?

Right into Caroline McCoy's

campaign fund.

MILLER:

They're money laundering

for England

and the commonwealth.

Now we have the start

of a paper trail

linking Caroline to Dirkin.

We just need time and some

deep forensic accounting.

You keep digging, Miller.

You just made

my Christmas card list.

Just heard from the FME.

Dennis is conscious,

injuries are all superficial.

We're good to go.

[ Knock on door ]

Just have a word, ma'am?

What you done?

Well, the short version is, uh,

I think I'm about to get sacked.

So are Stuart and Tegan.

Probably you, as well, Dinah.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

You'd best not be taking

the piss about vegetarian.

Boss sent me nearly half a mile

'cause she doesn't trust canteen

with beef dripping.

Oh, Jesus, Bonnie, no.

Who's seen you?

Nobody. Please, Jonah,

I've got to go soon.

It's my job

if I don't report this.

Well, this lot are busy,

and from here

to Deering's office,

could you make that

take you two minutes?

It normally takes three.

And I'm locking you in.

Make your own excuses.

[ Door locks ]

I'm not saying goodbyes

to anyone else, Dennis.

I never do.

And you just do this?

Like a fucking grasshopper?

Just reboot somewhere else

with a clean slate?

"Clean."

I could kill you right now.

You'd be dead

before they got near.

You wanted to know

which bits of me were real.

I don't care anymore.

Then it doesn't matter

where I'm relocated

for my next assignment.

Tell me you're not

working cases like this

till you get maternity?

- Cases like what?

- Scabby shit.

At four months pregnant.

As it turns out,

I'm nearly five.

And I do know the sex.

I didn't ask.

I was told accidentally.

It's a boy, Dennis.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

[ Sighs ]

That's Jonah.

Deering's onto me.

Dennis, look at me.

I got lost

in the middle of pretending.

I don't know who said this,

but they reckon

your child can be

two and a half times

what you are.

Fuck's sake, Bonnie,

don't tell me that!

Your decision as to whether

that's for better or worse.

They'll suspend me for this.

For this?

Who gives a shit?

She already knows

I'm here anyway.

This piece of work

actually knows things

before she's told it, so...

I banked 176 days overtime.

Well, no, 177 now.

So they'd be doing me a favor.

Overtime? On me?

Yeah.

How can this work, Bonnie?

Make your own choices.

I won't be stupid about this.

I can wait.

I can't.

If you do what they say,

if you help them,

then who knows?

Whether they say

they'll let you go or not,

I wouldn't trust a word of it

without it in writing.

You may owe Beckett your life.

But it's up to you whether you

let him keep taking others.

And he really scares me,

Dennis.

[ Knock on door ]

Got him.

Good girl.

Viv, really?

What did you think

of my performance, ma'am?

My old drama teacher said

I was the finest Bottom

he'd ever seen.

That's the go-to line

before you get fingered.

- That's enough.

- Have you been boozing?

- DR. PEEP: Viv...

- Ma'am.

Had a chance to think about

what we're gonna do yet?

I heard the mayor rang.

Fuck the mayor.

I need to talk to you. Now!

You can't let them go.

Not in their present

mental capacity.

Yeah, a-all right.

Dennis is a little bit fragile.

But Bonnie's handling him now,

and she's a pro.

Yeah, a real pro

who let herself get pregnant.

Well, that's an accident.

I spend all day, every day

listening to people lie to me,

and what I heard in that cell,

the way Bonnie was talking,

that came from a deep place

within her, and it was true.

I have absolutely no idea

where her head is at right now.

Are you gonna pay any attention

to what Peep's just told you?

[ Door closes ]

I turned Dennis.

After one nod in a cell?

If you let them out,

you are gonna be fishing

Bonnie's body

out of the canal

within the hour,

and that's not even

the half of it.

Oh, I kept meaning to come

and talk to you about that.

Mayor's on her way in.

Needs to talk urgently

about alleged corruption

in my department.

That's code

for "I want you out."

I'll think of something.

Oh, you love all this

off-the-cuff policing,

don't you?

I have to win.

For Joy.

So today -- just today, mind --

you've risked the life

of an undercover officer

by blowing her cover without

consultation or approval.

You've interviewed a prisoner

without a lawyer

or any recording device,

contrary to PACE,

and you then incited him

to violence and self-harm.

And all the while,

officers under your charge

were deliberately burying

evidence about drug dealing

because the accused is

the daughter of a colleague.

You really feel like

you're winning, Viv?

I'm still standing.

And when Caroline comes and

she gets just a sniff of this,

how long before

you're out of the door?

Do you think she's worked out

you're onto her?

Yes, ma'am.

So she's gonna use this Tessa

business to get rid of everyone.

She'll be mayor, there'll be

two uncontrollable psychopaths

on the street, and no police.

Winning?

You're not even fighting, Viv.

You're drowning.

You're right.

There is only one way

to fix this.

You'll have to resign.

Wait, what?

She needs a senior officer

to go, like you said.

That way we can

keep on investigating her.

Take the blame --

your watch, your officers.

Wipe the slate clean.

What do you say?

I say you stuff it up your ass.

[ Door opens ]

If anyone does any digging,

this'll all seem kosher.

You know what's next?

We'll arrange a secure location,

somewhere we can control.

You'll contact Beckett

when the time is right,

arrange the meet,

and we'll have him.

[ Engine starts ]

Dinah.

Hi, Mum.

Got your messages. What's up?

[ Siren wailing ]

It's the mayor.

Go, go, go.

Wait over there.

Madam Mayor! Hello.

The D.I.'s expecting you.

Is she? Great.

Hiya, Dinah.

You all right?

Madam Mayor.

Congratulations.

Thanks, hon.

You look knackered.

Cheers.

This way.

I'm sorry, all right?

I'll never do it again, never do

anything like it, I swear.

I'm gonna lose my job.

So's Viv.

So are half my mates.

- That's not fair.

- Well, that's the way it is.

So I'm glad

you've learnt your lesson.

- You're such a bitch.

- You what?

All you ever think about

is your job.

I do it for you.

- It pays the bills.

- Bullshit.

Work's just your excuse to stay

away from us all, isn't it?

Joy said

that you were incredible.

She said that I should

never get cross with you,

no matter what you did,

because you were the best person

in the world.

But I've never seen it.

Because you save it for work,

don't you?

Look, Mum, I'm really,

really sorry for what I did.

I am.

But, please...

...come home now.

I will.

In a bit.

Tess...

I'm trying.

I swear.

Madam Mayor.

Don't be daft, Viv.

I'm here as a friend.

Now, would you like a drink?

If I'm honest,

I think we both might need one.

Do you know, the worst thing

about the journey here

was going over it

again and again,

and it coming out worse

for us all every time

and not being able to see

a way around it.

So it's a good job I can.

I'm resigning.

I've written

to the chief constable

and I'll be gone

by the end of the week.

I take full responsibility

for it all.