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(pendant clinking)

(beads rubbing)

(dramatic music)

(party celebration)

(door opens) (soft knock)

Car's outside.

(theme music)

(metal door clangs open)

Ready? See, don't you look nice.

(footsteps receding)

(solemn music)

(rain pattering)

(car door opens)

(car doors opening) (car doors closing)

(solemn music)

(people talking softly)

Why haven't they let us go in?

It's just another service that overran.

(phone ringing distantly)

Oh look, this is just your colour.

You're going to have to talk to me at some point, darling.

Now, Bianca Mimica?

Mimica.

Mimica, sorry.

If you'd like to follow me.

Darling.

Just this way.

And so, as we commit Christian's body to its end,

so do we also his memory to our hearts.

Right Bianca,

let's meet the new member of the family, shall we?

(soft music)

You wanted to say a few words?

Yes, thank you. Relax.

SONOGRAPHER: See this.

That's baby's hand.

And...here we've got the profile,

that's the forehead, little nose.

(heart beating)

Yep. It's a good strong heartbeat.

You've got a nice healthy baby, Bianca.

HANNAH: Christian was...

Christian was born a year after Nick and I were married.

And from the moment he was born,

he was the light of my life.

I think there have been times

when he was the only person

who stood between me and utter darkness.

I thought I'd lost him once before when Nick and I were...

when, when we forgot to make him feel loved.

And, um, he went to prison.

He went to prison because of me.

But he found a way to forgive me because that's who he was.

A gentle, loving,

forgiving soul.

I'm sorry. Sorry. (sobs)

Now, I can't promise it'll be totally accurate at this stage.

We'd like to know.

Yeah.

It's a boy.

A boy.

Congratulations.

And the due date should be on

or around the 27th of November.

I'm sorry?

Um, 27th of November, yeah.

(dramatic music)

Excuse me.

Are you alright?

(door slides open)

BIANCA: She's just a bit overcome.

Um, I know this is cheeky.

I don't suppose I could borrow your phone?

I stupidly left mine at home.

I'd love to send my boyfriend a picture.

(laughs) Mum won't let you use hers?

She doesn't have one. She's old fashioned like that.

Smart lady.

Bane of my life this thing.

Uh...there.

Thank you. Um, that's really kind.

(tense music)

Hannah, we should probably talk to people.

Yeah, okay.

Billy.

How is she?

Major Crimes want to talk to her.

Can't you put them off?

Well, for day or two maybe, but not indefinitely.

I'll talk with them.

And tell them what?

That he was an NCA intelligence asset

whose cover was compromised

and we're investigating how and by whom.

Will you explain what his mother was doing at the murder scene?

Or why you conducted the operation

for his recovery without adequate backup?

Oh, and why the police force,

who was supposed to provide that backup,

were hopelessly compromised.

You provided no conclusive evidence that it was.

Oh, come on!

They knew about Marcus Byrne.

They knew about Christian.

There has to be someone else on the inside.

What can I do to help?

Is there someone you trust

to take a look at the notes we made on Marcus' service record?

Let me think about it.

Thanks, Chief.

(dramatic music)

SONOGRAPHER: Okay.

(camera clicks)

(sobbing)

(tapping on screen) (send notification)

(ping)

(ominous music)

Everything alright?

Yeah. Uh, fine. I, I just wasn't sure

if I could remember the number.

-Thank you. -SONOGRAPHER: Any time.

Thank you. We have to go.

(mouths) Thank you.

Take care.

BILLY: Hey.

Penny for them?

I was, uh...

I was thinking about what I told Christian after Stefan was shot.

'Cause it was eating him up.

It was dragging him under.

(dramatic music)

Go on.

Well, I, I told him that the feeling would fade.

That he'd get over it.

That he was hardwired to survive.

Like mother, like son.

How did you find your way back, Billy.

Who says I have?

I do.

I can see it in you.

You numb yourself.

Hunker down.

Survive.

Then you wait,

and you wait,

and you wait and you wait some more.

And then if you're lucky enough,

you might just find a way

to let a little love back in your life.

(knocking on door)

(bell rings) (knocking continues)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Who sent those?

I don't know. There's a card.

(dramatic music)

(paper rustles)

Fucking bitch, that bitch, that fucking bitch!

The fucking bitch!

The fucking bitch!

She's taken him.

Argh! Argh!

Urgh, urgh.

Urgh!

In addition to the bespoke bouquet,

floral delivery records show an order was placed

for a personalised card addressed to Hannah Laing.

We visit now and then.

A son for a son.

What's the intended meaning here?

You've heard of an eye for an eye?

Oh.

So, it's biblical justice we're talking about?

Revenge.

Call it...

divine retribution.

LAWYER: You have no evidence against my client

other than a bunch of flowers and a card.

I suggest we leave it there, shall we?

Hmm?

(keys jangle)

Divine retribution.

You alright?

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm okay, Billy.

'Cause it's okay not to be okay.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Shouldn't you get going?

I can wait.

I'm sick of waiting.

Do what you need to do.

And it's all right for me to leave you?

I don't need a babysitter. So...

(tense music)

(car doors close)

Are you ready to move the product now?

You got everything you wanted.

Bianca, the boy.

Don't tell me it doesn't feel good.

What?

Revenge.

I did what I had to.

The first is always the hardest.

Come.

(crow cawing)

(tense music)

(bags rustling)

Good job, boys.

GORAN: Clever.

(gentle pat)

(dramatic crescendo)

(soft music)

(water running)

(tense music)

(knives clanging)

(treacherous music)

(door closes)

We should stop meeting like this.

Jesus that's ancient, even for me.

Here.

Isn't that Hannah Laing's boy?

Aye. Christian.

Christian Radic.

-And this one? -We don't know.

Shot while impersonating a police officer.

Tried to abduct Christian.

I need to know everything about her.

Shoe size, parking fines, unreturned library books.

And I need it quick.

(high tempo music)

FEMALE: Here's more of the files on Marcus Byrne

you requested, Sir.

That's all of them, Sir.

(pages turning)

(sighs)

(tense music)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(click)

(dramatic music)

(metal door creaks open)

How are you feeling?

This is going to be hard for you,

but I thought you should know.

(ominous music)

No.

No.

(sobbing) No!

(metal door clangs shut)

No, no!

(sobbing, sniffing)

(screaming) You said you'd never do anything to hurt me!

(screaming)

(footsteps receding)

(metal gate clangs shut)

(door closes)

BILLY: Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

You left your door open.

(phones ringing)

Where the bloody hell are you?

Not her restaurant.

Oh, bollocks!

(high tempo music)

-Excuse me. -I want to see Dubravka.

She's not here.

Dubravka!

Dubravka!

(footsteps receding)

(dog barking distantly)

(phone ringing)

Yes?

(tense music)

(GPS pinging)

Jesus Christ, Hannah, no.

(tires squealing)

(hooting)

Sorry, pal.

No, Hannah, not there.

(car door opens, closes)

(ominous music)

(door handle rattles)

(banging on door)

Dubravka?

(chopping, knocking)

HANNAH: Dubravka!

We stay right here, and enjoy her pain.

HANNAH: Dubravka!

(knocking, banging)

Dubravka! Open the door!

Dubravka!

(car roars to a stop)

HANNAH: Come out here, Dubravka! (car door opens)

(car door closes) (knocking continues)

Hannah!

(banging) Dubravka!

Come on, I know you're in there.

-Don't do this, Hannah. Hannah! -Open the fucking door!

Hannah! Don't do this.

Billy, what the fuck are you doing here?

I'm saving you from yourself.

Oh, Billy, fuck off!

-Argh! -Argh! Let me go.

Let go of me, Billy. Let go of me, Billy.

Down with the knife, Hannah. Put down the knife.

Argh! You leave me alone.

Hannah! (knife clangs)

Hannah.

(struggling)

It's too late, it's too late.

-No. -Billy, it's too late.

No, no, no. no.

-(crying) -No, no, no.

Here, Hannah, look at this.

It's from Bianca.

It's Bianca.

(breathing heavily)

It's your grandchild.

It's Christian's baby.

(dramatic music)

HANNAH: Where is this?

Sangita's place.

And what is it I'm looking for, exactly?

The bastards who trashed it.

-Stole her files. -HANNAH: Hm.

The proof that'll link to the Mimicas.

Quality's not very good.

What about those notes that we made on Marcus?

Kane is finding someone to look at them.

Where are you going?

To meet my contact.

(metal door clangs open)

I'm sorry.

You keep saying that.

I know.

-It's just your mum. -She is not my mother anymore.

(metal door clangs closed)

(tense music)

(phone rings)

I thought you'd forgotten about me.

Perhaps I should.

I warned you it wouldn't be straightforward.

Was it the Saint Christopher?

The necklace?

No, it was another complication beyond my control.

I hope the rest of our business

will be conducted more efficiently.

You ready to deal?

Yes.

Good. Let's meet. I know a place.

(keyboard clacking)

Hey, here we go.

(ominous music)

Who are you?

So?

Your woman from the airport.

That was quick.

Julie Tompkins. Ex-military.

Now a private contractor. You know the type.

That's her phone log.

She took a call from an unregistered mobile

just after our boy landed.

Traced it to police headquarters.

(dramatic music)

Good luck.

(keyboard clacking)

Bingo.

BIANCA: Jovan. Jovan, you there?

Yes.

I can't keep eating the food you're bringing. It's, um...

The smell is making me sick.

Jovan?

Yeah.

Could you, um...

do mind...?

Bianca, what is it?

Christian...used to get us fruit...

Every morning from the market.

And I miss it.

I miss him...like hell.

I'll get you some.

Thank you.

I think you're the only one who cares.

(door opens) (door closes)

Billy? Billy, come here.

(keyboard clacking)

You've got to see this.

Do you recognise him.

-Should I? -The system does.

BILLY: Thomas Fordham.

HANNAH: Eight years plus with the British Army

and failed try-out for the SAS.

Hmm, I know the type.

Dishonourable discharge for glassing a civilian in a bar,

served three years.

Been linked to armed robbery since,

but nothing proven.

So now he's in private security, you know, body guarding,

driving services, that kind of a thing.

Anyway, I ran his reg through ANPR and look what just came up.

Oh, my good God.

That's Nicky Harris.

I bloody knew it.

Might be a coincidence.

Bollocks, Billy.

Do you think Kane's covering for her.

(tense music)

He might be in on it.

Julie Tompkins' phone record.

Someone called her from inside police HQ.

Shit.

(door squeaks open)

You summoned me.

There is an important gathering happening tomorrow...

about moving the product.

Right. And, uh, you want me to drive you?

You will lead the meeting.

You've earned it.

(laughs) Okay.

(door opens)

Oh.

I was just coming to find you.

Sir?

Come in here.

(door closes) HANNAH: What's this about, Sir.

This...supporting statement

for Marcus's exceptional service award.

Look at the signature.

HANNAH: Christ.

When Nicky Harris was appointed to lead the boathouse inquiry,

she signed a sworn affidavit

that there was no personal connection between her

and any of the officers she'd be interviewing.

Including Marcus Byrne?

We thought you were mixed up in this.

We thought you were covering for her.

(police siren wailing)

Well, I have been in a way.

When I told you I only gave her five minutes' notice

about the CPS deal for Marcus,

I wasn't being truthful.

It was more like 30.

Why?

Because I've been sleeping with her.

Which means...

not only have I broken every rule

in the senior officer's handbook,

but I...

but I'm also indirectly responsible for...

Well, there's, uh...

there's no time for recriminations.

(dramatic music)

You need to look at these.

Grounds for reasonable suspicion.

But we need to catch her in the act.

(city sounds)

(television playing)

This is nice.

Thanks for inviting me round.

Thanks for saying yes.

You know, you need to learn to loosen up a little, Leonard.

Watching Gogglebox is good for you.

HANNAH: Are you sure this is gonna work.

BILLY: It's Israeli, it'll work.

Look, relax, Hannah.

All he has to do is find an opportunity

to put her phone on silent, then call using his phone.

The software should only take a...

a minute or so to download.

Easy peasy.

Nothing's that easy. (sighs)

You ever put that thing down?

Oh, sorry.

(clicking fingers) (laughs)

I'll put it on charge for you.

Remove the temptation.

Okay.

(high tempo music)

(tense music)

Top up?

Sure.

Here we go.

Bollocks.

What do we do? What do we do now?

What do we do now?

I'm going in. (car door opens, closes)

For fuck's sake.

(tapping on window)

(tense music)

(door opens)

(whispers) What are you doing?

It's not working.

Shit.

(footsteps approaching) Leonard? Where's my top up?

Sorry, I, uh...

I needed a breath of air.

Ah, have I got you all hot and bothered?

(laughs) Watching TV?

Hardly.

(kissing)

I'm gonna use the bathroom.

Well, you know where it is.

Yeah.

(mouths) Where are the phones?

(tense music)

(mouths) Come on.

Okay.

Good girl.

(banging sound)

(toilet flushes)

Come on. Come on.

(footsteps approaching)

Here we go.

Great.

(tense music building)

(police siren wailing)

What am I looking at?

Nicky Harris's inbox.

Live?

Can this record her phone calls?

Not this version of the software,

but it does track a location.

Do we recognise this number that she texted?

Unregistered. I'd say it's a burner.

The Mimicas?

Whoever it is, we'll know when and where they're meeting.

(ominous music)

Remember what I said.

I've earned it.

How do you want to handle this?

There is nothing to handle.

I will tell her this is the last time

she and I will be meeting.

And going forward

all our business with her will be conducted through you.

Okay.

Okay. Let's go or we'll be late.

Listen, I'm not coming.

Well...

so much for having each other's back.

There's, there's someone who needs me more, Billy.

They've taken her out and back in again twice

since we set up that camera.

So, I want to go and check out the lie of the land

while the rest of the Mimicas are at Nicky's meeting.

We don't know they will be.

Okay, I'll, um, I'll stay low.

I'll keep my distance.

I need to know Bianca's okay.

This is my grandchild, Billy.

Yeah, okay.

Please be careful.

Yeah, you be careful.

Hmm.

(GPS pinging)

Are you seeing her location?

(Billy munching)

Yeah. Seeing both of you.

You enjoying that?

Hmm? Oh, sorry.

I missed my breakfast this morning.

(GPS beeps louder)

She's moving.

Copy that.

Let's see if it is the Mimicas she's meeting.

(tense music) (GPS beeping)

(birds singing)

(seatbelt unclips)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(high tempo music)

(GPS beeping)

(camera clicking)

(high tempo music)

She's here.

Are you seeing this?

All too clearly.

And now look who's turned up.

Is it them?

Aye.

All primped and ready to party.

-I'm going in. - Negative, Billy.

That's an order.

We got what we came for.

Billy?

Copy that.

(tense music)

(camera clicking)

(leaves rustling underfoot)

Party's over.

(tense music)

I'm gonna go follow Harris.

Copy that.

Stay well back.

(footsteps running)

(GPS beeping)

CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT KANE: How far ahead are they?

About a mile or so.

Where the hell are they going?

(camera clicking)

(door opens) Hello?

Yes.

You're on your way back?

Ten minutes.

I'll be ready.

(GPS beeping)

You're getting closer, Billy.

(brakes squeaking)

(car door opens)

(ominous music) (GPS beeping faster)

Software says you're right on top of her, Billy.

I know, but no sign.

She must have ditched her phone.

I don't like this.

-Get back here. -Yeah, I'm on my way.

(car door opens)

(grass rustling)

(intense music)

(car door closes)

(seatbelt clips) (truck roars)

(crashing) (tires squealing)

(truck rumbles off)

(dramatic music)

(car steaming) (tense music)

CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT KANE: Billy?

Billy?

(echoing) Billy?