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And as new mayor, I'm proud
to say that I've kept my promise.

A zero-tolerant policy
on parking in restricted zones

right across Manchester,
starting right here, right now.

Why outside a mosque first?

No hidden agenda, it's one of
the many areas, across the city,

where parking is an issue.

I'll take this up with the Mayor later,
but for now, please, inside.

Easy, boys and girls.

Slippers, not jack boots.

Is he having a laugh?

Captain Big Box.

Deal with him.

-Stop that box!
-Excuse me.

Conspicuous policing?

This is all bells,
whistles and tit tassels.

-Step aside, please.
-Here comes the new Marilyn.

Detective Chief Inspector Terry Taylor
is just the man for the job.

Inspector, you keep the locals back,
I'll deal with that lot.

-These are the locals, sir.
-Right, you two, there's more of them

trying to park up round the corner.
See to it.

PC O'Connell, let Tiggy go first.
They might listen to her.

-It's Tegan.
-We're not interrupting your prayers.

Go back and have your prayers.

Get inside before someone gets hurt!

Get him in the van!
No, the other one!

Get him off that lorry!

This is all going to go
Dolly-Parton-tits up

if Terry Dactyl doesn't stop
goose-stepping his way through.

Was he like this when you were a cadet?

Worse.

Jonah, where the hell are you?

Just apprehended Big Box, ma'am.

You're not Captain Big Box.

You can't arrest them all, sir.
We've only got two cells free.

The Mayor brought me in for a reason.

I stick to her agenda,
you stick to mine,

we'll all be happy clampers.

If you step over this line,
I will have you arrested.

Forget that.

-You can't park there, lads.
-Since when?

Since today... Bash?

-You need to move your car.
-Stu, I'll sort it, he's my cousin.

No way. Bad enough you're a pig,
but shagging a white pig?

Don't speak to her like that.
Move your car.

-Bash...
-Get off me.

Move your car now!

-God, are you okay?
-Shit.

NO OFFENCE

Bashir Khan, I'm arresting you
for assaulting a police officer.

Whoa, what you playing at?

Make the most of it, mate, 'cause she
might be going on a little holiday soon.

Ask her about my brother's missus.

Teeg, wait. Uncuff him.

What? No way. He assaulted you.

Now, move your car
before I change my mind.

If that'd been anyone else,
you would've charged 'em.

But it wasn't anyone else, was it?
It was your family.

Yeah, so?
Hang on, what has he said to you?

I don't know, something
about his brother's wife.

Oh, here we go.
He tells everyone that she disappeared.

She did. To Florida, having the time
of her life. I've seen it on Facebook.

-Okay.
-Okay?

That okay didn't sound okay.
Stu, what's going on?

I just think when, we're on duty,

we should make it less obvious
we're, you know, a thing.

Why should we?

Oh, my God, I have listened to crap
like this for 25 years and ignored it

and he says one little thing to you,

and you're going on about
being less obvious?

I tell you what,
why don't we just finish?

-Is that less obvious?
-No, I never said that.

You didn't have to,
your face said it all.

-Teeg. Wait, you've got this all wrong.
-Your dad's a better shag anyway.

Dinah, Spike,
we could do with a bit of backup here.

We're coming out.

Get down! You're giving them
an excuse to arrest you!

You're his blue-eyed boy.

Try and rein him in
before he kicks off a riot.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Oh, God, look at her.

Like butter wouldn't melt.

Time she wasn't here.

Sir, we need to get these inside
before it kicks off.

It's easier said than done, Spike.
It's like herding cats... with beards.

Shit.

-Come on, lads, that is enough.
-Thank you.

You're amazing!

I could have done without
this lot coming down.

Half of them are borderline feral.

Have I done something
to upset your sergeant?

That's not the first time
she's looked at me

like I'm something she's trodden in.

Trust me, that's her on a good day.

She's normally Rose McGowan
meets Kill Bill.

Off you go, love.

Come on, Dinah.
Less chewing of the wasps' nest.

On second thoughts...

It wasn't Big Box, ma'am.
It was a scally kid. He's legged it.

Said a fella gave him 20 quid
if he'd wear the costume

and deliver a leaflet to the Mayor.
If he didn't, he'd slit his throat.

Said the fella looked like a tramp.
A ginger tramp.

I just clocked Caroline's face
when she was at the car.

Whatever was in that leaflet
spooked her.

A death threat from Beckett?

He might want her dead but he won't
want it before he's got his hit money.

Bonnie.

From Beckett. To Dennis.

"Make her pay."

Beckett must have come out of his
bat cave to find that scally kid.

He could be nearby, we could get him.

We cannot let Beckett know
we know that he sent that to Dennis.

And we certainly can't let him know.

I've got a feeling that
it's just the mad bastard tuning up.

Oh, look, even the opposition
are on my side, so thank you!

See?

She doesn't react. But when she was
in the car, she was definitely rattled.

Give the psycho his Blue Peter badge,
he's put some effort in there.

Are we good?

-Bonnie?
-Ma'am.

Look sharp.

Bonnie, I can't talk, you go ahead.

I have just had the Mayor on.

Wants to know how that Big Box got
so near her. That could've been Beckett.

-Was there anything on the leaflet, sir?
-No.

It was just a leftover
from his campaign.

The point is, I have reassured her...

I have reassured Her Worship
that we'll find Beckett.

Am I right? "Yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

Hang on,
I've got a geriatric racist prick,

who's never heard of deodorant
standing right beside me.

-Am I keeping you from something?
-Sorry, that was my mum.

My daughter's in a bad way.

Taken one of them drugs
she deals in, has she?

No, she's got a cyst the size
of an orange in her fallopian tubes,

if you must know, sir.
She's in agony.

Could end up infertile,
and she loves kids.

Still, glass half full.
At least she's definitely not a dealer.

Right, well...

So, let's get the bastard
and bring him in.

Oh, DC Tanner? A word.

-Yes, sir.
-Soon as you're ready.

And tell them cleaners
to go easy on the Febreze.

My office smells like a tart's twat.

We were right.

Beckett just called Dennis.
The leaflet was a warning to McCoy.

He wants Dennis
to bring him the 40 grand

or someone'll end up in the obituaries.

-But he didn't mention McCoy by name?
-No.

Not one thing to link her to Dirkin
or the fake hit.

So, all we've got are the receipts

that Prof found
from payments made to her shop?

That's not enough, it's nowhere near.

At the risk of going all Lion King,
we keep the circle.

'Cause if Terry Dactyl gets a whiff
that we're on to McCoy,

it's game over, we've lost.

So, come on. Plan.

We send Bonnie in to see McCoy,

see if she'll pay the 40 grand,
try and trip her up,

get her to say anything
that links her to Dirkin or Beckett.

Should Dennis go with her?

She's a trained UC. He's a gobby twat
on two legs who just pulls pints.

He's Beckett's mate, it might be
more convincing if they both go in.

Okay, as long as Bonnie
does all the talking.

We get Beckett, we get McCoy.

And we get justice for Joy.

Right.

Come.

Problem, sir?

There's been a complaint of misconduct
made against you.

-By who?
-Inspector Deering.

For what?

A few days ago, you told her

that you'd filed a report
on an attempted robbery case in Denton.

Except it wasn't filed
till the next day.

No, I remember.

It was... Alice, my wife, she rang,

and said she was ill,
so I finished my shift early.

I mean, okay, the report was filed late
but I still put it in.

DI Deering says she was checking
over all reports on all officers.

That's when she came across it.

The complaint is
that it wasn't done by the book.

Deering's hardly known
for doing things by the book.

Exactly. There's something wrong
with this picture, isn't there?

Sir?

Inspector Deering's never made
a complaint against you before. Ever.

The Mayor appoints me as DCI,
and within only a matter of days,

Deering has made a complaint
against you.

I've let her know that you were one
of the finest cadets I'd ever trained

and that I'd trust you with my life.

She knows you and me go way back.

Sorry, sir, I don't know
where you're going with all this.

Suppose Deering thinks
you are my eyes on her

and that you report
what she's up to back to me.

Every little detail.

It'd be in her interests
to have you suspended

while the case against you
was investigated.

I don't get it. What would she be up to?

That's one of the reasons
the Mayor brought me in, to find out.

She doesn't trust Deering
or that DS Kol... Kow... Dinah...

since that business over her daughter.

I've been watching them two.
Thick as thieves.

You ever wondered
why she was made sergeant, not you?

Well, I can't say I wasn't gutted
at the time, but...

-Dinah's a good cop.
-Better than you? I think not.

Speak of the devil.

Caroline.

On my way.

Don't worry, Spike.
I've got your back.

Unlike Deering,
who's just stuck a knife in it.

Fetch your coat.

Tell her you're following up a lead
on a case, make it convincing.

-Where are we going?
-Town hall.

And let Deering think I'm looking
further into her complaint against you,

which you and I both know I won't be.

Yes, sir.

Well?

Fell for it hook, line and sinker.

-Or stinker in his case.
-Yeah. Tell you what, ma'am.

-I was bloody good in there.
-All right, Bafta Boy.

You're right about McCoy.

She's asked him
to be her eyes and ears. Especially you.

-Thinks you're up to summat.
-We are, taking that bitch down.

-I'm going to go and see her now.
-What for?

No idea. But as far as you two are
concerned, I'm chasing up a lead, right?

You need to find out, is he her spy
or just her useful idiot, yeah?

-Okay.
-Spike,

make sure you're out of there
before we get Bonnie in.

-Yeah.
-And talk to him about the smell.

You didn't tell me
you'd have company, Terry.

Don't worry,
Deering doesn't know he's here.

Or does she?

No! No, no. You told me to tell her
I was chasing up a lead, so I did.

How do we know you won't tell her
you were here

when you get back to the station?

Well, you don't, I guess.

But why would I tell her after
she's just filed a complaint against me?

Sorry, sir, am I missing something here?

The Mayor wants to know
why you'd trust me more than Deering.

Well, if it comes down to loyalty,

then let's just say I've known the Guv
a lot longer than Deering.

And I've had no reason
not to be loyal to her until today.

Thanks, Nadine.

So, you said you wanted
to discuss Beckett?

I did.

You remembered! Custard creams.

Bonnie, hold on, we're waiting on Spike
and Taylor. They're in with Caroline.

I don't think so, mate.

-That's fine, in you go.
-Thank you.

I can't think straight
knowing that maniac's still out there.

I mean, I know I look calm
but I'm a bag of nerves.

I'll put more officers around you.
We'll get the bastard.

-That's a promise.
-Thanks, Terry.

I know it's not just words with you.
You'll do whatever it takes.

That's a given.

Two minutes.

Sorry, if you'll excuse me,
I've a meeting, so...

-Thank you.
-Okay.

Listen, think on, Terry, it'll be
one in the eye for all of those

that said I should have left you
to play golf.

If you get Beckett,
it'll be the making of you.

They don't go in now, they'll miss her.
She's in meetings all afternoon.

Sod this.

Sorry about that, but I just had
to prove to the Mayor she can trust you.

-Ma'am?
-Spike, what the hell is going on?

Yeah, no, I'm still chasing up that lead
in Denton. I'm just leaving now.

Jesus. That coffee's gone through me
like a dose of salts.

Correction. Were leaving.
Think he's gone to the toilet.

-What? Why didn't you stop him?
-I never had t'chance.

I think he's got the shits. Ma'am, he's
just McCoy's useful idiot, nothing more.

If I wasn't there, she'd have told him,
"Get Beckett before we do and kill him."

Caroline's heading for the meeting.

We either do this now
or tell Bonnie to pull out.

Trust Terry Dactyl's bowels
to cock this up. Do it.

Bonnie, go in. McCoy's left her office.
She's headed towards you.

Spike, make sure Taylor does not come
out of the bogs

or he'll see Bonnie and Dennis
coming in.

Received.

Sir? You okay?

Christ, it's like a bastard tap's
been turned on.

All right. Take your time.
Take as much time as you need.

Bonnie,
Caroline's approaching from the right.

I'm about two stone lighter.

-Don't you want to use the handdryer?
-What for?

Sorry, sir, listen, I just meant to say,

you are exactly
what Friday Street needs.

I've been surrounded
by so much oestrogen,

I think my balls have shrivelled up.

-The boys are back in town.
-Yep.

Pull her in to the lift. Now!

It's all right. Let's go.

I don't think so.

We're here to make sure
you give Beckett the money you owe him.

-What money?
-For the fake hit you arranged.

You don't get it by midday tomorrow,
he won't miss second time around.

-Get it, you won't hear from him again.
-Cut to the wind up.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-That money's peanuts to you.

All this
"I'm Still Jenny From The Block" shit.

You're just a big phoney. I bet
you've got shoes worth more than that.

I'm from Cinderly, mate, not Wilmslow.

I begrudge paying 40 quid
for a pair of shoes, let alone 40 grand.

Bingo.

I'm calling Security.
I'm going to get you two arrested.

-I don't think so.
-What the hell are you playing at?

Fucking hell.

You get that money for my mate, Joe,
or I'll finish you.

There was a deal!

There was a deal, right?

-I'm sorry.
-Lift's about to stop.

Get out of there. He blew it
as soon as he got the gun out.

What now?

Go on, you call Security, call the cops,
call whoever you like.

They're gonna have a lot of questions.
We can give them a lot of answers.

Bonnie had him.
Dennis the fucking Menace.

He just screwed the whole thing up.

Give me one reason why I shouldn't
Taser to your testes right now.

All right, calm your tits,
it weren't even loaded.

You never said a thing about a gun.

I just thought my way of getting that
bitch to talk was better than your way.

You've just given McCoy an excuse to put
a bigger ring fence of fuzz around her.

-Don't go all Witches of Eastwick on me.
-Caddy!

You need to start singing our song,

otherwise my girl's death
goes for nothing

and that's not gonna happen on my watch.

We need to fall back on Plan B.

-What's Plan B?
-Haven't a clue.

Unless...

Marilyn.

Ma'am, we're going to need bait
to bring Beckett in.

Gentlemen, any joy on that witness?

Turned out to be an ex with a grudge.

Two hours I spent
twatting about on that.

By the way, the Mayor's asked me
to put more officers around her.

Keep on it, everyone!
Beckett's out there somewhere.

I'll make sure I write
the report up now, sir.

Smile wouldn't hurt would it, Tiggy?

Better? And just for the record, sir,
my name is Tegan.

You got everybody else's name
right in here except for mine.

I wonder why that is, eh?

You do not speak
to a senior officer like that. Ever!

Constable Thompson? My office. Now.

Look, I know what she was implying there
and I'm not having it.

Besides, how can I be racist when
my go-to wet dream is Oti off Strictly?

You've got me there, sir.

Spike, have you spoken to him
about the whiff?

No, not yet.

Do it before it goes nuclear.

All right.

I know that I'm supposed
to pretend that I don't know

the ins and outs of everybody's private
lives out there, but you know the rules.

Fine for two officers
to have a bit of love action,

not fine when it affects how they do
the job or how they speak to a DCI.

-We all know he's racist.
-Yeah, except for him.

I know,
and I promise it will be dealt with.

But the fact is we're stuck with him

until Marilyn comes back
from her suspension.

Don't let the fossil fart wind you up.

Yeah, well, just so you know, me and Stu
aren't together any more anyway.

You're just over-reacting to that stuff
with your cousin.

How do you know?

Told you, all the ins and outs.

Nobody said that the road to happiness
was gonna be a smooth one.

But trust me, this is just a little
pothole, it's not a sink hole.

You'll be back together before long.

And if you're not, well... A bit
like what me Scottish gran used to say.

"What's for you'll nae get past you."

-What does that even mean?
-God knows.

She was in a home by then. Could see
Colonel Gaddafi behind the curtains.

Come on. Get back out there.

Be the lippy, brilliant cop
that we all know you are.

And before you do...

-I can come back if it's not...
-No, you're all right.

What can I do you for?

I just wanted to say, about before...

-It won't happen again.
-You're right. It won't.

But apology accepted.

Don't let it upset you, Tegan.

-What did Marilyn say?
-A lot of things, ending in "off."

But she has agreed
to work on Pembroke tonight.

What if she can't persuade him?

No bait, no Beckett.
No job to come to in the morning.

It has to be when she persuades him.
Not if.

So when you've heard from Marilyn
she's got the money, I'll tell Bonnie.

Beckett said he'd call Dennis tomorrow
to make sure he'd got it.

But he didn't say when he'd call
or where Dennis should meet him.

I thought that you had promised Tessa
a pizza and box set tonight?

Yeah, I did,
but I think I should be here.

-She'll say you should be there.
-Yeah, but...

Go on. That cyst of hers must be
the size of a grapefruit by now.

More like a melon.

Get gone.

I mean, Christ, Vivienne, I've pulled
more strings than Harpo Marx for you.

Pembroke came through.

Two weeks in Malibu,
spunk the rest in Vegas...

-Who'd know? Hit the gas, Thelma.
-That is confiscated money, remember?

Borrowed bait, for 24 hours only.

If you don't get Beckett in that time,

that's going straight back
to HQ's vault.

Right, I've booked a Brazilian for 11.

I thought I'd see
what the fuss was about.

Enjoy the rest
of your lady-garden leave, then.

Vivienne?

This cannot go wrong.

-Come!
-Can I just have a minute, sir?

Yeah.

Deering doesn't suspect, does she?
Eyes like a bastard chameleon.

Oh, no, not a clue.
No, I know how to play her.

Good man.

-Are you okay?
-Sweating cobs. I might have a shower.

Have you seen the showers here?
They're like a power shower. Good.

I can show you if...
if you're going that way.

Oh, Christ.
This isn't what I think it is, is it?

I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring it up.
I know you're a senior officer.

I'm just trying to say it
as it is, mate.

-Not you, Spike. No way.
-Not me what?

I never had you down as a knob jockey.

What? Jesus, no!
That's not what I'm talking about!

What are you going on
about showers, and shit, for?

Because it's... It's...

You can have that.

I've got three of them at home,
gift sets from Christmas.

-Are you saying I smell?
-No, it's the air-con.

See, the air-con is on the blink
and it can get really stuffy.

And you could use that.

Is that all?

Yeah.

Oh! Bonnie.

Cinderly arches, 15 minutes.

Ma'am.

We need to go. Now.

Aren't you meant to be at the Mayor's
swanky do at t'town hall?

Yeah, that's what I've come to tell you.

I think I'm going to stick around
in case Beckett comes out of hiding.

What if he doesn't? You'll miss
your guest-of-honour spot

and jam roly-poly for pud, I'm told.

You can take PC Mitchell with you.
We'll keep you posted.

You don't want to let the Mayor down,
now, do you?

-You get anything, I want to hear.
-That goes without saying, sir.

Wait until I give you the nod
before you tell him about Beckett.

Ma'am.

Think it was the jam roly-poly
that swung it.

Is it my imagination or has
the whiff-o-meter dialled down a notch?

Deffo. Blue-eyed boy's still got it.

Right, shift.

Over five minutes late.

This could be a test.
See if Dennis has been tailed.

Look.

It's him, Dennis.

Stick to the plan, okay?

Do exactly as I say. No pissing about.

Millets have gone down the nick,
ain't they?

Now try to get him to admit
to the fake hit.

We need him to say Caroline's name.

Look.

It's all there, Joe.

What McCoy owes you for the fake hit.

Bet you wish you'd shot the bitch dead,
saved all this pissing about.

Yeah. He's holding something
in his hand. What?

What's in his hand, Den?

-What's this? Phone a friend?
-Back-up.

Mobile phone.

What for?

-You might have been tailed.
-Well, I wasn't. I'd know.

Yeah, well, just in case.

A little farewell
from our old mate, Randy.

You wired a device to him?

It's a bomb.

I take my finger off this button, boom.

Where is this Randy, Den?

Usual target?

Yeah, of course.

Miller, find out who's Randy.

Beckett just said something
about "my old mate," could be Army?

Fucking Randy?

How the hell's Beckett persuaded someone
to have explosives strapped to them?

Usual target?

-Asian kids.
-Could be another school?

-Or a mosque?
-Mosque is more likely.

60-odd mosques in Manchester,

five or six in town,
at least 20 in the south.

The one near the abattoir he worked in.

Could be miles
from where he's been hiding out.

He knows this side of Manchester.

He's more likely to have targeted
somewhere round here, isn't he?

I'm going to go with Dinah's thinking.

So if Randy is within a two-mile radius,
we need to search those mosques first.

-Miller?
-Good.

Not ordered mobile phone masts
to be switched off?

I was just about to. Why?

We don't know
how he's rigged the device yet.

A switch-off might detonate it.
Might not, but you can't risk it.

Control, calling all officers.

Check all mosques in South Manchester.

We're looking for a bloke carrying
a rucksack, carrier bag, anything.

Beckett's planted a bomb on him.
Goes by the name of Randy.

If Dennis hasn't the smarts for this,
a load of people will be blown to bits.

You need to keep him talking, Den.

Why don't you just piss off out of here?
Take the money and the shooter and go?

I'll give you the bag,
you deactivate the bomb, yeah?

Since when have you been arsed
about a load of ragheads dying?

What's blowing up a load of Muslims
gonna prove, though?

I'm not risking it.

You can't show your face.
The whole op will fail.

That was before we knew
that Beckett had strapped a bomb

to somebody who's out there right now.

-Miller?
-It's not a bloke we're looking for.

He nicked a friggin' goat!

Randy or Lance Corporal
Randolph, to give him his full title.

Never had a goat named
after me before. A rabbit, yes.

I digress. Look, it's the goat
from his old regiment.

A goat? A goat!

Jesus Christ.

Take the reins. As soon as we find
that goat, call t'bomb squad in.

What about Terry Dactyl?

You'll have to stall him
for as long as you can.

No, Viv. Viv, wait!

Just in case, you'll make a cracking DI.

Not as good as me, obviously.

A goat? Is this a wind-up?

Course I'm going to make a go of it
with her, yeah. She's pregnant.

No.

No. No!

I hope they've offered you
more than 30 pieces of silver.

I'm sorry, mate. I had no choice.

You did, but you chose them over me!

No, I chose Bonnie and the baby.

Okay, I know that despite the fact
you're surrounded by armed officers,

it's you that's in control here.
What do you want, Joe?

I want you to stop the lame attempt

at trying to become my mate for
kick-off, and cut the Joe shit!

Fair dos. Bastard, it is, then.

I only ask 'cause I assume that,
with or without your back-up plan...

you want to walk out of here
in one piece,

with 40K and your gun,
and just disappear?

How could you be turned by her, eh?
A little squashed Madonna.

I don't give a shiny shit what you
call me, but you need to know

that if you pick up that bag
and you walk off, you will be followed.

You can't run away forever. You
can't run away from this, all that hate.

The PTSD that they never properly
treated you for, it'll still be there.

Now, if you take your finger
off that button,

blow up a load of innocent people,
we've nothing on the table to discuss.

And if I don't blow them up,
you're just gonna let me go.

-Are you?
-No, of course not.

You killed a brilliant officer of mine,
a good friend.

No, you'll serve a sentence.

But for how long depends on you
not detonating that bomb.

Negative at Flat Field.
On our way to Cinderly Mosque.

Received.

I'm not serving time for you lot, yeah?
Not no-one!

Not one day!

-Give me the gun, Dennis.
-What you gonna do, Joe?

I'm gonna shoot some pigeons.
What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do?

If I'm going out,
I'm going out on my terms!

If you give me the gun,
I won't set the bomb off.

I'll hand the phone over here
to Inspector Fat Madge.

I'm not going to stand here and
watch you kill yourself. No way.

Kabul. Sangin. Kandahar.

And this one, this one you know,
because this one, I took for you.

Come on, just give me the gun, Den.

You owe me that at least!
Give me the gun!

Dennis, come on. Give me the gun!

Don't do it, Dennis.

How do I know that you're not
gonna shoot one of my officers?

You don't.

It's your call.
The gun or the bomb?

He brought a goat to Cinderly mosque.
A couple of girls untied it.

-Where is it, then?
-Not sure.

Fella said he saw them heading towards
Cinderly Market. We're on our way there.

If you find it,
you wait till Bomb Squad are there.

Okay, before Dennis gives you the gun
for you to blow your brains out,

make your last words an admission

that Caroline McCoy
arranged a fake assassination,

and you were the gunman.

You just need to say that it's true,
then Dennis will hand you the gun.

You stop that bomb and you can
leave this world on your own terms.

Two words, "It's true."

Two words, get fucked.

They're your terms, not mine.
Dennis! Give me the gun!

Come on, Dennis.

Do you think that McCoy didn't know that
Dirkin had paid Dennis to shoot you?

No, neither do I.

If you don't say those words,
she's gonna come up smelling of roses

and you are going to end up
reeking of failure.

Is that what you want?

Stick together, all right?

There it is.

All right, girls?
Where did you get that goat?

The goat shop.

Yeah. Thing is, we're going to need
to borrow this goat, just for a minute.

No. We found it. It's ours.

Right, you know that psycho
who poisoned the halal meat?

Well, he's wired that goat
with a load of explosives,

so if you don't hand it over,
we're going to be in bits, literally.

Run! Bomb on that goat! Bomb!

We've found the goat
at Cinderly Market. It's on the run.

Right, wait till Bomb Squad are there.

We can't. It's in with a load of people.

We've got to get it out of here.

All officers to Cinderly Market.

Miller, get down there,
they need all the help they can get.

Jonah, we've found the bomb.

It's strapped to a goat
running around Cinderly Market.

Tegan and Stuart are trying to catch it.

You'll have to give Terry Dactyl the
heads-up, Bomb Squad are on their way.

Copy that.

Give the goat apples, one at a time.

Lead it away from the marketplace
to somewhere safe.

What Cinderly has needed for ages
is a proper Chief Inspector,

but, unfortunately, I couldn't find one.

I'm joking!

Ladies and gentlemen, DCI Terry Taylor.

Sir, Beckett's been found
at Cinderly arches.

Terry, what's going on?

They've found Beckett at Cinderly
arches. I need to be there.

All right, well, remember,
this is your chance to shine.

Whatever you do,
I'll back you to the hilt, but do it.

Excuse me everybody, duty calls!

Raise your glasses for DCI Terry Taylor!

Bonnie, you need to go.
Taylor can't find you here with us.

Dennis, just give me the gun! Dennis!

Dennis, look at me. Look at me, Dennis!

Come on.

That's it, come on.

-Come on, Rudolph.
-It's Randolph.

Right, gents, can you do yourselves
a favour and get gone?

Move, guys, I need you to go down
that way, please.

You too, madam. Be safe, not cheeky!

Guys, there's a bomb on the goat. Just
move that way, please. Clear the area.

-Here.
-Apples, not oranges!

Time to be picky about your food,
Randy, Christ! Wait there.

The gun! Dennis, Dennis!

Think of your kid.

Dennis! It's an order.

DCI Taylor is on the scene.
He's now in command.

We're going to run out of apples.

Stu, what I said
about your dad before...

I didn't mean it.

Denise, I won't tell you again.
Get a move on!

Shit. You there, I need you to move
right back for me, please.

Everyone, clear the area!

Give me the gun! Give me the...

-Say it.
-Shoot the subject.

Stuart? Tegan? Come in.

Stuart!

Ma'am...

Ma'am, I'm here, but Stu...

Viv, give us a minute.

Let's get the medics in now!

No, no, no, sweetheart. Not you.
Not you.

-How did you...?
-I legged it around the other side.

Ma'am, our brave boy
is still in one piece.

And the other good news,
there's no serious casualties.

The bad news is Lance Corporal Randolph
is spread over four postcodes.

Right, get a room or a wiggle on,
Beckett's been shot.

I've got goat on me.

No, I tell a lie, it's pasty.

He nearly said it.
We could have had her.

-Dinah, what you doing?
-He killed Joy.

Dinah, we need him alive, right?
Now. Come on.

-Okay...
-One, two, come on!

I thought he'd shot you.
I had to give the order.

I know. Aside from one dead goat,
no casualties from the bomb.

I had no choice.

-Is he dead?
-I don't know.

What was he saying?
What did he want?

He was just banging on about
betrayal, loyalty,

being used by people he thought
he could trust, that sort of thing.

I'm a woman of my word, Terry,
I'll back you all the way.

My mate, Spike, just entered the room.
You two met.

He was the one who was
nearly not with us today, but he is...

and he forgives you.

Like all Joy's friends, he must.

Because the day you pulled a gun
on Caroline McCoy, Joseph...

you were paid to miss, weren't you?

This could substantially
change your defence.

Did Caroline McCoy pay
for that stunt herself?

One blink for yes.

Two blinks for no.

How many people would it take
to shut this down?

Hospitals don't seem
to need much help these days.

No, no. She's talking
about the death certificate.

Well, there's us and, what,
six staff finishing shift?

Caroline McCoy doesn't know
what he just chose to tell us.

Better still, she doesn't need
to know if he's dead at all.