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Get off him!
You're killing him! Get off him!

- Get off him!
- It's not him! He's not the guy, Cathy!

Cathy! Look at me, Cathy!

The man who attacked you,
where did he go?

- That way.
- Down there! Go!

- Alpha.
- We'll see him right, lovely.

I promise. I promise.
Did you see his face?

- That fucking cat.
- What cat? What cat?

- On his arm!
- You mean a tattoo?

Yes, a tattoo.

Alpha. Alpha.

Alpha.

- You see him?
- Not round that way.

- Got blood here.
- There's more this way.

That comes out at the canal.
We'll go round.

- With your key, in there?
- Yeah.

Crime scene, Joy. Set the cordon at 1 K
and squeeze it from there.

He's got a few minutes' start,
but he's on foot.

I want the chopper, dogs
and I want them now.

If I was him,
I'd have a car waiting outside.

No, there's CCTV on the estate.
You seen a camera down this way?

- No.
- Tegan.

Echo 23969, found a key covered in blood
on the path to the canal.

Continuing pursuit.

- Follow the ambulance.
- No way. I'm gonna find that...

No, no, we need
a proper description of him.

Get her on her own. She might
give it you. Don't give me the face.

If we find him, I'll call you.

- Give.
- Ma'am.

All units. Suspect's
last-known status is on foot and moving.

Seal off the south exit
of Rousby Street.

Echo 24796, we're heading west
along the path towards the canal.

- We're gonna need the dogs...
- Tegan.

One moment, ma'am.

What do you think you're doing?

Have you seen anyone come along here
in the last couple of minutes?

No.

Jesus, how old are you?

Out here now.

Have any of you seen or heard a man
just run past here?

Echo Tango 2 to control.
No sign of suspect on northern approach.

Cutting back round to Bengal Street.
Over.

Bummer saw a man run across the bridge
with his hand over his eye.

No sign of him now. I'll do the pub.

Ripped By mstoll

- Bollocks. Hundreds of them.
- Profile put him between 20 and 50.

It trims it a bit.

- Alpha. Alpha.
- Step back now, please.

Cathy. Cathy, Cathy, Cathy.
They get paid to do this.

Leave 'em to it.
Help me find him, right?

The black cat, the tattoo,
what arm was it on?

- I don't know!
- When did you see it?

- When I stabbed him.
- OK.

- Show me what he did with his hands.
- He went sort of like that.

- It was this one.
- Right.

It's gonna be alright, OK?

Bunch of kids saw a man
with blood pissing out his eye

get in a silver car
and drive north along Springfield Road.

And she's sure, yeah?
Inside of his right forearm.

How's Alpha doing?

What?

We fucking had him.

You weasel bastard.
DI Deering to all units.

Suspect's name is Patrick Llewellyn,

owner of a silver Seat Leon,

index Mike Charlie 5,
2 November Kilo Papa.

We had him.

Look after your boy.
I'm gonna crucify that piece of shit.

Charlie 1 to DI Deering,
visual on one silver hatchback

driving erratically west on Mill Road.

DI Deering to Echo Tango 2.

Intercept vehicle at junction
of Mill Road and Albert Drive.

Take a left. Take a left here.

Echo Tango 2, on way.

All units converge

at the intersection
of Mill Road and Albert Drive.

We can block him off at the junction

by taking the next right
along Albert Drive.

Shit!

Help! There's a man! He's been bleeding!
He's covered in blood! Over there!

- Where is he?
- Down there!

Look, alright, love.
Just calm down, OK?

- Tell me what happened.
- I was out. I was out running.

I found him there not moving.

Oh, Jesus. It's not Llewellyn.

Can you hear me, mate?
Come on. Come on.

Echo 26511,
ambulance call to Chisenhale Lane.

Echo Tango 2 to control, request
current location, suspect vehicle.

- That's him.
- Oh, fuck.

Taz? Stuart?
Where are you? What is going on?

Report!

I have visual of suspect.
I could cut him off on the next left.

Fuck.

Viv.

- He's in there.
- Is he alive?

I'm so sorry. Llewellyn... I should've
looked harder. I took my eye off it.

We will worry about that
when we know he's our man.

- Why else would he go after Cathy?
- I need to be sure.

Is he alive?

- I've given him morphine.
- How long to get him out?

- He's not getting out.
- How d'you mean?

Steering column's crushed his chest.
Door's cut open his abdomen.

When they relieve the pressure,

his guts'll spill out
like a slaughtered pig.

- He's dead. He just doesn't know it.
- Can he talk?

It'll be his last conversation.

- Give me five minutes.
- OK.

Patrick, hello. I'm Viv, remember?
I'm a police officer.

Yeah.

I know who you are.

I wanna get out.

How do you think
you're doing?

- Bit poorly.
- It's worse than that.

You're dying.

- Thought so.
- I don't know where you're going.

None of us do. But what I do know is,

you're gonna feel a lot better about it
if you travel light. You get me?

- You mean the girls?
- I mean the girls, Patrick.

What did you call yourself online
when you talked to them?

Handyman.

- Tell 'em I'm sorry.
- It's a bit late for that.

I want me mum.

I'm here.

I'll see you through.

It's alright. You can go off now.

Fucker's dead.

Joy. I know you're all excited,
heart pounding, can't get your breath.

We are that close to ending this,
but close is not enough.

Calm, methodical, Sunday fucking best.

Hey, this is a night to remember.

Girl outside offered me a handjob
for a look around the place.

- Take her up on it?
- Considered it, you know.

Wipe clean and all. Bit public, though.
I think she was a journalist.

- This laptop on the coffee table.
- Get it to the geeks, quick as.

Even if it nails him as Handyman,
he still has an alibi for Lucy's murder.

The Blue Anchor.

I'll check it out. I'll re-check it out.

- I could go and do that.
- I said I'll go, right, so I'll go.

When you brought Llewellyn in, Cathy was
talking about a real cat, not a tattoo.

Black cat tattoo.

Ma'am, it was right at the bottom
of his PNC file. I just didn't see it.

Coulda, shoulda,
doesn't matter.

Job in hand, Spike.

Viv!

He's got my address. Look.

Times Cathy left the house,
places she went.

He was watching us.
He was watching the bloody house!

No. We're still freezing
our tits and bollocks off here.

No sign of Miller's gang of freaks.
What have you got?

An ID, at least. Kieran Reilly.
It's tragic, mate.

No fixed abode or next of kin
and if he comes round at all,

he'll be pissing in a bag
for the rest of his days.

- What about that jogger?
- Stuart's taking a statement. Still.

- I bet he is.
- Yeah, lithe is the word I'd use.

Sounds like he'll need
to make further enquiries.

Stuart's on the case.
About time he got a result.

Piss off. He's on the shag every night.

So he says. It's curdling in his balls.

- Pining, in't he?
- What for?

Put someone on the door.

Stop serial-killer groupies
wanking on the front step.

We should do doors, just in case
anyone saw him with a Down's girl.

Doors? Really?

Good idea.
Get practical. Let her work it off.

Fuck a duck.

Hi, I'm Detective Ser...

Hi. Police.
Would you mind answering a...

No.

We're from the police, sir.

- Would you mind...
- Piss off.

Rude. Rude!

Police. Hi, I'm Detective Ser...
Would you mind answering?

We're from the police.
Excuse me. Would you mind...

- Is it about me pots?
- What?

Pissing in me pots. I mean,
you're caught short, fair enough.

Every man deserves a private moment.

But these are carefully tended.
It lends the area much-needed character.

I have a reference number
from the council and pictures.

Jocelyn Wade,
Lucy Cooke, Teresa Adamson.

Can we go to their parents and say,

"Yes, this is the man
who killed your daughters"?

Are we sure with our heads as well
as our hearts that we can do that?

The notebook.

Implicates him in the attack on Cathy
but not the murders.

Llewellyn was cautioned for violence to
secure entry 15 years ago and sectioned.

After that one charge,
I would have expected to see another.

Either another charge
or none in the first place.

You did say
the killer would be volatile.

Patrick Llewellyn, he's the right age
and he worked with Lucy Cooke.

Ma'am, I've been looking
at all the CCTV footage

in a mile radius of the Blue Anchor pub
the night Lucy was killed.

Sir, if you wanna just come over.
Look, you'll see...

Yeah? Clear as day.

How did he get past
the camera in the pub?

Cos he's a sneaky little worm.
Pop goes the alibi.

I thought you said being gay
would rule him out as the killer.

If you brought me proof that he was gay,
I'd still be inclined to rule him out.

I give you a profile to help point you
in the right direction.

Once you've caught him, the evidence
confirms or compounds the hypothesis...

Deering.

Yeah.

Go on.

Lab confirms the laptop retrieved
from Patrick Llewellyn's flat

was the one that was used to set up
and run the Handyman account.

Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Oh! Oh, my word!

Oh! Good. And breathe.

- Well done. Well done, all of you.
- Thanks, sir.

So, let's close this down.

Yes, sir.

Spread the good news, my children.
Spread the good fucking news.

Alcopops are on me when we've a moment,
but right now, our dance card is full.

- Last night's assault.
- Yes, ma'am.

Well done, you.

How's Cathy doing?

I'm just gonna find out.

Tell her that the hard work's
just beginning.

Purpose of hesitation?

If we didn't have the laptop
and the notebook,

would you still think
he fits the profile?

Within an acceptable margin, yeah,
he fits the profile.

Does that mean
that I think he's your man?

Yeah, Stuart and Taz found the lad
over here. Taken a right kicking.

Face like a balloon, internal injuries,
pancreas like a chocolate mousse,

but he managed to crawl from over here.

Found a bit of cloth up there
on the wire matched his shirt.

- What's on the other side?
- Breaker's yard.

It's 228 Lowman Street.
Mercy's Car Parts.

Thank you all for coming
at such short notice,

but now I can confirm that the man who
died in last night's traffic accident

is our prime suspect in the murders

of Lucy Cooke, Jocelyn Wade
and Teresa Adamson.

Detective Inspector Deering
and her team are working continuously

to discover all the facts
around these cases and...

How is he?

- He's gonna be alright.
- Oh!

He was just awake.
They said he's gonna be OK.

Right, come on. Let's go.

I can't just leave him. How can I?

Because you haven't slept, you haven't
eaten and you look like a bag of shite.

I'm afraid I can't comment further as
this is an ongoing investigation, so...

This brings to a close
the hunt for the killer of all three...

- Mr Mercy?
- Yeah.

Detective Sergeant Freers.
This is DC Tanner.

Do you mind
if we ask you a few questions?

Oh, right, yeah, great. In you come.

I more than half thought
you weren't gonna bother, to be honest,

but here you are,
two of Manchester's finest.

Yeah, we like to think so.

There was a serious assault last night.

A man was found unconscious
the other side of that wall.

Assault? Have you not come
about the burglary, then?

- Burglary?
- They didn't get anything.

Anything worth nicking is locked up.

I've had me fingers burnt in the past.

But I think
they did get into the office.

We found a piece of the victim's
clothing torn off on that wire up there.

Right, I see.
What, did he smash his head open

trying to get in or something?

I wouldn't be too upset if he did,
you know what I mean?

Do you mind if we have a look around?

No, alright, on you go.

Can I?

- Hungry?
- I like beans.

Is it him, then?

Yeah, it is.

Well, if you know it's him, then why
do you wanna show me the photo?

We want to be absolutely sure.

OK.

I don't even mind them not being hot.

Didn't even used to bother.
Eat 'em from the can.

Mostly couldn't find a spoon anyhow.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

It is. Black cat man.

Is that it now?
Are we all done, finished?

He is.

Yeah.

Well, when I say office, you know...

- What's in here?
- Nowt much. Just a few tools and stuff.

But he'd want an angle grinder
to get in there.

There's no damage,
but I thought I should report it anyhow.

Do I get like a police number?

For insurance and that?

- What was that?
- That'll just be stuff shifting about.

I probably didn't stack it very well
yesterday. I were in a bit of a rush.

- Can you open that door, please?
- What d'you wanna do that for?

I told you, it's only a few tools.

Still, we'd like to see inside.

You need a warrant.

Under section 17 of the Police
and Criminal Evidence Act of 1984,

- I'm authorised...
- What does that mean?

It means you either open that or
we arrest you and break it down anyway.

Oh, my God.

You coming or what?

Yep.

You didn't tell me
Shane Mercy was involved.

- I didn't know he was.
- Yeah, looking at GBH.

Murder if this Kieran guy doesn't
come round. He's got a head injury.

Plus we've got unlawful imprisonment,
even slavery.

Could be more of them
we haven't found yet.

Lovely. Good clean result. Just the job.

- Thank you.
- Shall we?

Wait. I thought
I was in charge of this case.

Well, so you are, absolutely.

I'm no helicopter boss, Joy,
you know that.

Just I've been wanting to put Mercy in
my sticker book of bastards for years.

First time I met him was on the beat.

Had to mop up what was left
of his teenage girlfriend

after he'd kicked her round the park
till she miscarried.

Just want to watch.

His name's Ajamu. He came round a couple
of months back looking for work.

Obviously not the full ticket.

He'd get lost trying to find
his own arsehole, that lad,

you know what I mean?

But he were homeless.
I couldn't just turn him away, could I?

So you stumbled across
a vulnerable adult merely by chance

and generously took him in?

Bed and board in return for a few
chores, you know, clean the yard...

Why'd you lock him in that container?

- A joke.
- That's hilarious.

And as for Kieran Reilly...
I've never heard of him.

Ajamu, why did Mercy
lock you in that container?

Oh, it was just for a joke, you know.
We're always having a laugh.

Does he pay you for the work you do?

No, but I don't need it.
Shane looks out for me.

You know, a roof over me head, it's dry,

plenty to eat and the yard
is safe, like.

He treats you like a dog.

A dog.

And you're saying thank you.

He looks after me.

Do you know this man, Kieran Reilly?

He's also been living rough.

No. No, I don't, no.

I've not seen him.

- You sure?
- Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

I mean, I'd say if I had, wouldn't I?

Look at it.

- I've not seen him before.
- Look at it.

He's in a coma, brain damage.

Even if he wakes up, he's gonna struggle
to remember his own name.

No?

No?

- Sorry.
- Right, shall we take a break?

Yeah.

- Right, do you want a brew?
- Yeah. Yeah, OK, great.

- Tea or coffee?
- What are you making?

- Whatever you want.
- Right, yeah.

- What are you having?
- He'll have tea.

OK. Right.

I'm conducting
a murder inquiry.

One of the people we're looking at
was a patient here.

Bloody great. That's bloody all I need.
This is exactly what they want.

- Who?
- Shrinkage. Surplus fat.

Tell you what, let's not bother at all.

Let's give them some luncheon vouchers
and let them wander the bloody streets.

It's a historical case
from about 15 years ago.

Oh. Right. Right, OK. Go, go.

Patrick Llewellyn,
referred here in 1999.

Llewellyn, Patrick.

Yes.

I'd like to see his medical records.

You know I can't show you those.

He's prime suspect
in the Down's killer case.

Press are all over it,
as you can imagine, but...

You know what? Don't worry about it.

They're unlikely to learn that you did
your best to obstruct the investigation.

Very unlikely.

I can't tell you anything.

Um... How long was he here?

Um... Years?

Months?

Five?

Was he... Did he seem...

Was there any indication
he might pose a danger to others?

Yes? No?

A bit? To some others?

Women? To you?

One woman? One person?

Himself?

He was a danger to...

He tried to harm himself?

- What about unlawful imprisonment?
- It was consensual. You heard him.

Mercy's done us.

He's shafted us
through every orifice available,

made some new ones
and had a second go.

What about forensics in the yard?

Kieran wasn't beaten where we found him.
Not enough blood on the scene.

We didn't find any traces
in Mercy's yard.

He got Ajamu to clean it up.

We did find Kieran's prints
in Mercy's office.

Making Mercy's story that he tried
to rob the place seems almost plausible.

Ajamu's our key witness here.
He must have heard something.

Big friendly dimwit
is only gonna say what he's told to.

- He needs social services.
- He won't have them.

"Shane looks after me." Shane's his
problem. If we could get him to talk...

If we push him now,

Shane's toy solicitor
is only gonna scream "undue pressure".

Let's wait and see, and if Kieran
wakes up, there's your witness.

What if he doesn't? What if he doesn't?
What if Mercy moves Ajamu on?

We wait and see.

- That you back, then?
- Yep.

Llewellyn tried to kill himself.

Ever heard of a dominating sociopath
of this type trying to kill themselves?

Not a lot, but Peep's a psychopedia.

I'm sure she's got dozens of cases
she'd be thrilled to share with you.

No matter how hard you scrub,
there's always a residue.

So you're just gonna go and have
a quick word with this bloke, yeah?

Does Joy know about this?

Are you missing her?

No.

I'll give you a shout, yeah?

This is the type of favour

which ends with me and you
painted seven kinds of shit.

What the fuck is he doing?

Is that you doing your chores, then?

What are you doing here?
How'd you get in?

- You can't come in here.
- Mate, you can't live like this.

- Let me help you. I can take...
- I live how I want. I like it here.

- And anyway, I want him to lock me in.
- Why?

- Cos then I'm safe.
- You really think you're safe in here?

- Yeah, I do.
- Safe from Shane Mercy?

- Shane's done nothing.
- Not to you. What about Kieran?

- Was he safe in here?
- That was different, though.

How was that?

How was it different for Kieran?

You and Stuart, why don't you
get a room, the pair of you?

Kill or shag,
either way you walk out happier.

Shut up.

- Where is he?
- We thought you knew.

- He's gone in there.
- Is he talking to Mercy?

No. We're looking out
in case he comes back.

- You know Kieran.
- You're making me nervous.

Is that because he was staying here
as well? Was he like you? Tell me.

You call him. Tell him he's a knob.

- Oh, my God.
- Was he exactly like you?

Kept caged in here?

Shit. You've gotta go.
You can't stay here. Come on.

- What?
- Come on.

Right, Ajamu, come with me.
Come with me now!

No, no, I'm staying. Go. Go!

- Thanks for picking me up.
- Dickhead!

When you looked at Llewellyn's PNC file,
you picked out the information

you needed to know
at that moment for that interview.

You didn't know that tattoo
was important. No one did.

- Did you stop for a reason?
- You wound yourself up so tight,

you're prepared to blow another case
cos you're so... so puffed up.

We! We didn't know it was important.
I didn't make the link.

I let Llewellyn walk out
so he could kill Teresa. Me.

And, no, it doesn't make me feel
any better saying it out loud.

Ajamu does know Kieran.

And the way he put me over that wall,
he's done it before.

Joy, could you...

- What are you up to?
- Nothing, ma'am.

We were just following a lead
on that assault.

Oh, yeah? What's that, then?

We've... We've got reason to believe
that Ajamu knew Kieran.

Kieran was just one of Mercy's pets.
I mean, he might have a whole load of...

No, no, no, don't move.
I'm coming. I'm coming right now.

- Shit!
- What is it?

It's Cathy. She's upset.
She ran out of the house.

Cathy! What are you doing?

All that time you were looking for him,
I wanted to help,

but I couldn't because... cos I couldn't
remember and I'm stupid, and...

No, it's not stupid. That's not...

I thought if I came back,
I'd remember the whole thing, but...

Why don't we go and see
Dr Peep tomorrow?

This isn't for me. It's not about me.

He's dead, Cathy. It's finished.

No, it's not.

Hello?

It sounds like the place.

What else do you remember?

He brought me this way.

Here.

In here.

I could smell him.

All over me.

Inside me.

I can't do that.
I can't do that. What am I gonna do?

The cat was talking
to another man on the phone.

The one that did stuff.

Dinah, there were two of them.

I wasn't raped by the cat man.
It was... It was the other man.

This had better be good,

cos me and my loving husband were about
to get all hot and tropical over...

- Oh, hello, love.
- Sorry, Viv, it can't wait.

Kettle's on.

I'm sorry, Laurie.

Tell her what you remember.

He talked to someone on the phone.

- Who did?
- The black cat man.

While I was in the room.
Put him in a right state.

Told him the cops were on the way,
the other man did.

The other man?

The one that raped me.

This other man, did you see him?

Not properly.

I could smell him,
I could feel him, but...

I never saw his face.

- Hello?
- Hello.

It's Marion Heppelthwaite here.

You said you were going to give me
a quote about the landscaping.

Only I've got to go
and pick up the kids, so...

Yeah, right, I'm just on me way.
I'll be right round.

That... That's great. Thank you.
Thanks so much. Bye.

- Heppelthwaite?
- I used to have a rabbit called that.

You alright, mate?

You weren't locked in that stinking box
on your own every night.

- Kieran was with you.
- I never said...

Did he feel safe or did he feel scared?

- He wanted to get out...
- He was right to be scared.

- Someone beat him into a bloody paste.
- No.

Who did that, Ajamu?
Who did that to your friend, Ajamu?

- Stop!
- Who did that? Ajamu!

- Where's he going?
- There's no point in running!

- I tried to help him.
- Why not try helping him now, eh?

- By telling us what Mercy did.
- He didn't do anything.

Kieran's got no one.
Who's gonna look after him?

- Shane promised he'd be OK.
- He'll need a lot of looking after.

Ajamu! Ajamu!

It wasn't Mercy, was it?

No.

No, it was me. I did it. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I... I kicked him.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're alright. You're alright.

Alright. Don't worry. You're alright.

You're alright.

You start in here.

Christ alive.

Nobody should get to play an instrument
unless they can play an instrument.

- I got the notebook from up there.
- Yeah?

Well, I used that chair to get up there.
I didn't put it back.

Neither did I. Spike could have.
Joy, Miller?

Miller sealed the place
right after we left, yeah?

He's a randy old sod,
but he knows his business.

Dinah.

What?

- Two different kinds of tape.
- Maybe Miller ran out, got a new roll.

He's been here. The other man,
he's been back here since we left.

Why would he? Why risk it?

Clean the place or pick something up;
something that might ID him?

We want you to help us,

Ajamu, but you do understand
that you could go to jail?

Yeah, you said. You told me.

- How is he?
- Kieran?

When Shane brought Kieran back,
was he angry?

Raging. I'd never seen him
like that before, you know.

It was frightening, you know.

He got Kieran like this by the throat
and then he threw him down,

and he didn't hurt him, not so much.

A bit, yeah,
but it was me that kicked him.

I did it, and I knew I'd hurt him badly.

But I just thought
that if... if he was out,

he could go to the hospital
or something, get help.

So I helped him over the wall,
but I didn't wanna kick him.

I know you didn't. So why did you?

He said I had to.

He said I had to or he'd throw me out,

and I can't...
I can't go back out there.

The people move so fast, it's scary.
I can't... I can't go back out there.

Just take a moment, OK?

Do you wanna stop?

No. No, I don't.

Who said
that you had to kick Kieran, Ajamu?

Who told you to do that?

It was Shane.

OK.

She's not picking up. Mercy's gotta know
we brought Ajamu in. What if he runs?

- Let's take him... now.
- What about Viv?

Well, it's your case.

Yeah, go on.

You're positive no one's been in
that building apart from the residents?

No, absolutely.
They're alright, really. They're nice.

Not the ones
who'll tell you to fuck off,

but even then,
they don't mean nothing by it.

No one else at all? Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, absolutely.

Look, it was only a Crunchie.
I wasn't gone more than two minutes.

Anyway, it's alright, cos it was just
one of them jelly baby blokes,

you know, the ones with the...
what do you call it?

The funny boiler suits.

- CSI bloke.
- Did you see his face?

No, he had his mask on.

- Ah. Is this about them...
- Pissing in your pots, yeah.

I was wondering
if you'd had any further incidents.

- If you were looking out...
- This is what I'm talking about.

Local neighbourhoods working with
the police, transforming civil society.

- Stopping people pissing in pots, yeah.
- Exactly. Wait here.

Minor crime creates the environment
in which major crime flourishes.

Police and citizen cooperating
to tackle it at root.

The little shits around here,
bloody book them, will you?

Take him now?

No, hang back.
Wait till he's out of the pick-up.

- Where the hell's Ajamu?
- What's she doing?

Christ, you never give up
moaning, you, do you, eh?

- Well, what do you expect?
- Bloody moaning. I tell you what...

- He's gonna thump her.
- Go, go, go!

Oi, stop!

Shit.

Get off me, you bastard!

- Nice tackle, mate.
- Get off me!

What's he said, that little spaz?
I was only trying to help the fucker.

I'm glad you said it.

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of conspiracy to commit GBH.

You do not have to say anything, but it
may harm your defence if you do...

- Bastards! No fucking way!
- Get in the car!

I'm not having this!
I'll have the lot of youse!

The duty solicitor'll
be here shortly, OK?

How's Kieran?

Well, he's... He's awake.

Could be worse, you know. Jail.

I mean, at least it's not the streets,
you know. At least it's not out there.

- You want a tea or a coffee?
- What are you having?

I'm gonna have a tea.

Ladies and gentlemen,

quiet, please, while I give you
the heroes of the hour,

PC Taz Ahmed!

And, of course,
the man who bravely disabled the suspect

by throwing his face
in front of his fist,

PC Stuart O'Connell!

Any officer could get hold
of one of those suits.

Nobody knew where Cathy was.

Except the people we told.

Except the men
who were supposed to be guarding her.