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[ethereal digital music]

[bus engine roaring]

[dramatic orchestra music]

[Woman Over Radio] I'm actually frightened

to walk the streets now.

Not just in the night or in the day.

I'm actually scared to walk down my own street. It's scary.

[Man Over Radio] I just don't feel safe.

It's just knowing these people are out there.

I mean, they could be anyone,

the man sat next to you on the bus.

[Man 2 Over Radio] Crime is everywhere

and the police can't do anything about it.

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

-[bus alarm buzzing] -[bus brakes squeaking]

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[waves crashing]

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[upbeat country music]

Morning, boss.

-Good morning. -Oh God.

What's he doing back?

Morning.

Sir.

[upbeat country music continues]

Morning, sir.

-Good morning. -I was never really sure

about that whole algorithm spreadsheet fandango.

That's why they got rid of him.

Here's some good news though.

I've found a very promising young Aussie CC.

He's making mincemeat of the crime stats down in Adelaide.

Are you kidding me?

No, he's brilliant. Look.

What are you doing here? Leave something behind?

Yeah, my desk.

I don't think so.

This goes back to the '80s. It's inventory.

Are you in receipt of my written resignation

per my T of Es?

'Cause I don't have a notice of dismissal from you.

Until one of those things happens,

that's my desk you're crumbling your cookies and tea on.

You told me you'd accepted a role in Houston.

You quit, Bill.

I just unquit.

-[dramatic orchestra music] -I don't wanna be

a foreigner in my own country.

I live in England. I'm an English person.

[Woman 2 Over Radio] I remember when Boston

were a community.

Now, we're no longer in control.

[Man 3 Over Radio] We earn money, we pay taxes,

why do you blame us?

-Voila! -[documents slamming]

Phase two, the Hixon parallax.

I have no idea what you think you've just done.

When new cases come in, where do you put 'em?

On top of the old ones.

Ensuring that the old ones, the tough ones, get forgotten.

What's on top now?

[sighs] The Holy Arsonist.

Four church halls, three C of E schools

and the whale in the Wash Aquatic Centre.

Great, what's next?

[sighs] The Threekingham Monster.

Yeah. Likes to kill old women in their beds.

Who says crime can't be fun?

-[Lydia scoffing] -Next.

The Boston Bandit.

That's a good name.

You're full of shit.

This shit works.

Cops don't wanna pay attention to these cases,

they wanna ignore 'em.

Like a bill that slips behind the refrigerator

that they don't wanna pay.

Well, now they can't ignore 'em.

They're gonna see these red cases morning, noon and night.

-Sake. -And they're gonna

have to pay the bill.

-[dramatic orchestra music] -What a dick.

[piano keys chiming]

-[announcer over intercom] -[dramatic orchestra music]

[piano keys chiming]

[soft piano music]

-[intense orchestra music] -[piano lid banging]

[gun booming]

[diners laughing]

Sorry, Sarge, um, you were the SIO for the Bandit.

We've been told to familiarise ourselves with the red cases.

Yeardsley, innit? The Bandit.

Five armed robberies in four and a half years.

Isolated mini-marts and sub-post offices.

No prints, but we've got a DNA profile off his getaway car.

And that was after the Claxby robbery?

Claxby was a mess.

He shot the postmaster in the leg and collided

with another driver three miles out on the B327.

Eric John Ross, from his injuries,

it seems Eric got out of his car after the smash

and the Bandit-

Ran over him repeatedly and mashed him to porridge.

He's thorough like that.

He wasn't gonna leave Eric Ross alive to identify him.

You can keep following me if you like, Muriel,

but you're gonna end up in the gents.

Oh, I'm, I'm sorry, sir. Thank you.

I've heard good things about you, DC Yeardsley.

People talk about good cops and bad cops.

But in my experience, it's them and us.

Cops and annoying fuckers with whiteboards and red markers.

-[dramatic ambient music] -[upbeat piano music]

[Man 3 Over Radio] Right, then, for anyone coming in

or out of Boston this week, you're gonna hear the music

of the Piano Man.

-He's a homeless bloke- -[radio static whizzing]

[Man 4 Over Radio] I tell you, this shows us

there's more to homeless people than a sleeping bag.

-[radio static whizzing] -There's 320,000 homeless

people in this country-

[Kelsey] This guy's a genius.

[Bill] He's a loser.

I can't believe you let me quit piano lessons.

Hang on! Hang on.

I will never blame dad for letting me quit

the lame ass piano.

Love, Kelsey.

I was 11. Who listens to an 11-year-old?

You really are a shitty parent. Excuse me.

And if we are actually staying,

you might actually unpack mom's things.

-[dramatic orchestra music] -[bright piano music]

[car engine roaring]

[Muriel's Dad] You all right, love?

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

What are you doing here, Krasnov?

Ah, so cute.

What do you want?

200 grand in debt, this little farm.

Yeah, but I'm sorting that.

I bought the debt.

-Why did you do that? -[paper rustling]

They shouldn't have to leave their home, your mum and dad.

No, I don't want any favours off you.

[Krasnov chattering in background]

-[bright piano music] -Nobody knows his name,

nobody knows where he comes from.

[Woman 3 Over Radio] He's like a Boston's Beethoven,

-isn't he? -Does he speak?

[bright piano music drowns out voices over radio]

My mate Laura reckons he's one of them amnesiacs.

-[documents thudding] -These are the

personnel files you requested.

Wait a minute, I said I wanted a breakdown

-of all staff and officers- -And anyone else

you can cut cheaply.

Yeah, I know what you asked for. Find it yourself.

[bright piano music in background]

That's a terrible noise.

Oh, that? That's the Romanian bloke

from the train station.

East Midlands Rail have him on Facebook Live.

He's a child prodigy, apparently.

A cleaner reckons he's a Finnish amnesiac.

-Who gives a shit? -[door slamming]

Wow, not a music lover then.

[ominous orchestra music]

-Are you all right? -[Bill sighing]

I never talked to my daughter about her mother.

The time was never right and, now, do you think

if I open that box, it's a good thing or a bad thing?

Well, in my experience, we have 'em between the ages

of three and eight.

Before three, they don't know what you're saying.

After eight, they don't care.

So, whatever you do-

Like letting her quit the piano,

so she's not reminded of her mother?

Look, I know it was you that sent the video.

You don't like me. I would have done the same thing.

But I'd like to know where you got it.

So would I. But the e-mail address didn't trace.

Look, I didn't send it 'cause I don't like you.

I mean, obviously, I don't like you.

I sent it because I know you're bad for this place.

[bright piano music]

[indistinct voices over radio]

[Woman 4 Over Radio] And I've been,

I've been three times just to see him [chuckles].

[Man 5 Over Radio] Do you fancy him?

[Woman 4 Over Radio] Well, actually, I think

he's quite good-looking if he would just smarten himself

up a little bit.

[bright piano music drowns out voices over radio]

Why don't you play something we know?

[dramatic piano music]

-This is fucking rubbish. -Change it.

[pages rustling]

-[dramatic piano music] -[intense ambient music]

Play that.

[dramatic piano music continues]

[intense ambient music continues]

[yelps] Get off me! Ah!

-[Lydia grunting] -[flesh thudding]

Shit!

[police siren blaring in background]

Police beat up street musician. Wild Bill, hey?

-Sorry? -Christ.

Have you seen social media, hey?

#FascistPigs, #FreePianoMan,

#ThatswhatyougetforhiringaYankwithareputationforviolence.

Just a minor pain in my ass.

Arse, with an R.

You wanna stay in the country, learn the bloody language.

And clear up all this shite.

[remote clanking]

[cheerful piano music]

[paper cup shuffling]

[cheerful piano music continues]

-[coffee dripping] -[coffee machine whirring]

So, you really don't remember your name?

I told you, the first thing that I do remember,

I was on that bus.

Wow.

Next thing I know, I was in the sea [sighs].

Shall we get some air?

Yes.

We're not charging you.

We want to help. You're a missing person.

But I'm not missing, am I? I'm here.

We could run your DNA through the national register.

-[intense ambient music] -DNA?

Can I think about it?

[Muriel] He won't do it.

[Bill] Of course.

[Muriel] But there's a lot of reasons

someone might not want DNA taken.

Yeah, 'cause they're hiding somethin'.

Yeah, or he's justifiably nervous.

You know, could be all sorts of people waiting for him.

Good people, bad people-

Victims, accomplices-

Or a wife and kids.

Buried in the backyard.

We know he has a temper.

[sighs] Yeah, he does seem troubled,

but that's the fugue state thing, right, his amnesia.

He's running from something.

Why else would he wash up here?

You don't like him.

It would just be very helpful to me

if he were guilty of something.

I suppose, if he don't want his DNA taken,

there's not much we can do about it.

[dramatic rock music]

[water splashing]

Excuse me? I'm looking for TCR Max.

It's a biotech start-up and Google sent me here.

Google's always right.

I'm Max, but I'm not customer facing tonight.

We're closed. Anyway, my blood glucose is 140.

-[horse neighing] -I'm the only genomicist

in Lincs for thoroughbred profiling.

So, what are you? Stud?

Racer? A sperm broker, yeah?

A sperm, uh, no. I'm a cop.

And as you say, you have the only DNA lab east of Grantham.

If you can DNA Seabiscuit,

you shouldn't have a problem DNA-ing this guy.

[dramatic orchestra music]

[computer bleeping]

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[intense ambient music]

[Piano Man] Did someone recognise me from YouTube?

I don't know. Chief says he wants it to be a surprise.

Are you nervous?

Yeah. I'm gonna walk in that door and find out who I am.

-[camera shutters clicking] -[press chattering]

I'm the Chief Constable.

Which, which one is it?

Who, who's come for me?

I have.

-What? -[handcuffs clanking]

You're under arrest for armed robbery,

contrary to the Theft Act of 1968.

-No, that's not me- -You're also under arrest

for the murder of Eric John Ross.

What?

You don't have to say anything.

[camera shutters clicking]

He's the Boston Bandit?

Him?

[dramatic ambient music]

Oh, shit!

[plastic bag rustling]

[hand rapping]

Incredible work, sir.

How did you know? The Boston Bandit?

Did a victim ID him off Facebook Live?

No.

So, what have we got, sir, like, evidence?

Not a goddamn thing.

But you're sure it was him?

100%. I just need you to go prove it.

Start with his DNA. Go from there.

[Muriel clicking tongue]

[dramatic ambient music continues]

You recognise him?

It seems you didn't want him to recognise you either.

You reversed over him. A right mess.

I suppose your blood was up.

You'd just robbed

the Claxby Pluckacre Royal Mail customer service point.

Robbed a post office?

You shot the postmaster, too. Sign this.

Only 10% of the population can use their left.

The Bandit could use both, like you.

-Get off me! -[intense digital music]

I did this, didn't I?

I need to hear all about it. I need to know what I am.

[dramatic ambient music continues]

The armed robber targeted remote businesses,

-like Mr. Chana. -[gun banging]

He entered masked,

-shot out the security cameras, -[gun banging]

took the money from the safe

and left the staff menaced and terrorised.

The robbery at Claxby was a particularly nasty attack,

as the robber discharged his weapon directly at Mr. Chana,

leaving him with a life-altering injury.

[camera shutters clicking]

This is a direct result

of us prioritising serious unsolved crimes.

Red cases, as we call them.

I am today announcing phase three.

Going forward, anyone arrested by my force

will have their DNA taken, collected and sampled

against any outstanding crimes

that are keeping our citizens awake.

Uh, Chief Constable, you're not worried

about an invasion of privacy?

Let me think about that for a minute. No.

-[press clamouring] -Thank you very much.

[gun banging]

Boston Bandit is quite a coup, Mr. Hixon.

So what's he like, then, Piano Man?

That is an awfully cute way to describe a guy

who shot up five post offices,

stole a combined total of 300,000 pounds,

murdered an innocent man by crushing him to death

with the wheels of his car.

He shot off that man's leg.

See? It's personal for officers.

You did really well, dad.

Nice plug for the mini-mart, too.

[Mr. Chana laughing]

He's your dad? Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't anyone tell me?

My father's a proud man.

-He never wanted- -[Bill sighing]

any special treatment.

And you were okay with this case

just sitting in a file unsolved?

What, you think we didn't try to catch him?

That man came into my home and almost killed my dad.

Well, you should have told me.

[inquisitive instrumental music]

This place, it's so small, it's like fucking Fraggle Rock.

[sighs] What am I doin' here?

Making a difference. Presumably, for the first time ever.

[inquisitive instrumental music continues]

[Bill] Thank you.

[footsteps clicking]

I must say, I was surprised you called [lips smacks].

Well, you are the Crown Court judge.

I'm the Chief Constable.

I thought we might work together.

Oh, fine, well, if that's what this is,

I suggest you call and make an appointment with my clerk.

I don't work after five, Mr. Hixon.

I thought this was a date.

Well, well, hang on. This could have been.

[cellphone ringing]

Hello?

[Krasnov Over Phone] I didn't have you down

as a crooked cop, Muriel.

What are you talking about, Krasnov?

[Krasnov Over Phone] You really didn't know?

A smart girl like you.

How was your American so sure that man is the Bandit?

I mean, he must have had-

[Krasnov Over Phone] Evidence? DNA perhaps.

Where would he have got a sample of his DNA?

[dramatic orchestra music]

[door clicking]

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[drawer shuffling]

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[plastic bag rustling]

So, that's how he did it.

It's inadmissible, right?

I mean, cross-contamination, no probable cause.

That's where you came in.

He needed a result and you got him one.

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

I didn't expect that. But it's been a while.

Well, what you lack in finesse,

you make up for with enthusiasm.

That's not what I meant.

I meant, it's been a while since I've been on a proper date.

I thought you said this wasn't a date.

I only agreed to come because I thought

it was a professional get-together [laughs].

[lips smacks] You're gonna be far too easy to tease.

So, what's he like, then?

Who?

Piano Man.

What do I care?

Because it's important.

How does a man get from there to here or here to there?

I don't care about him.

I just care that he's a notorious red case

we get to wipe off of our board.

Well, I'd want to know. And I will want to know.

Boston Bandit or Piano Man-

-[soft orchestra music] -who is he?

You'd better find out. See you in court.

[door banging]

-[car engine roaring] -[pedestrians chattering]

[lock system buzzing]

-[door clanking] -[door squeaking]

[dramatic orchestra music]

[prisoners yelling in background]

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[intense ambient music]

He's not in here! PC Drakes!

-[door thudding] -Sir?

[intense ambient music continues]

Get an ambulance! Now!

[ominous orchestra music]

You seem okay.

Next time you decide to kill yourself,

do it on somebody else's time, Piano Man

or whatever the hell your name really is.

Si.

What?

My name is Si or at least I think it is.

Si? As in Simon?

As in psycho?

[bed rattling]

What else do you remember?

You had the dead guy's picture in your hand.

What was that, a trophy?

Was that guilt? Is that why you tried to kill yourself?

Do you know what it's like to find a suicide?

'Cause I do.

-I'm sorry. -[intense ambient music]

I didn't think. I just wanted out.

I think I know him.

Who, the victim? Eric Ross?

At least, my soul does.

You mean your conscience.

Maybe. Is that what you think?

What the hell do I have to do with any of this?

Well, you saved me.

I thought you'd help me figure out who I am.

[dramatic orchestra music]

The same MO every time. Brilliant.

The simpler the better-

-[gun banging] -for a jury.

The Bandit's as good with his right as his left,

just like Piano Man.

Got him on camera. Brilliant.

We've got his DNA and blood from a Nissan. Brilliant.

He must have cut himself in the crash.

Brilliant. Robbery, road rage, murder.

All set, then, Chief. Chief?

Brilliant.

Brilliant is what you are, sir.

This is all down to you. See you all at the bail hearing.

It'll be very short and very sweet. Brilliant.

-Are you all right, sir? -[Teegan and Blair chattering]

The Bandit pulverised Eric Ross. He blew off Barry's leg.

Yeah. He panicked at Claxby, they reckon.

Does the Bandit seem like a panicky type to you?

Well, maybe he is just a mad psycho bastard.

I mean, he did try throttling that kid.

Yeah, but he's not a mad psycho bastard. Look at him.

[sighs] I don't think he's our guy.

But we've got a DNA match, sir.

I know. As good as with his left as his right.

Do you really buy that?

[gun banging]

Hey, nice shot, Sean.

Ah, noisy German things. I fucking hate guns.

I wanna pick your brain about the Bandit.

I mean, so what if he changed his hands?

Everything else is exactly the same every time.

Well, no, I mean, no one's gonna change

their shooting hand.

It's not like some rap video.

You can only aim true with one side, your dominant side.

His is sawn-off.

He don't need to aim, point and shoot.

Ha, oh, I'd like to see you try that, cack-eye.

What, taking those cameras out first time, every time?

Ah, I don't see you shooting bull's-eyes any more.

Here. I damaged my optical nerve representing the force.

[chuckles] Oh yeah, playing rugby sevens

against West Lincs Constab.

Oh, piss off.

I don't know why you're wasting your time

with PC Pillock here, Muriel.

You and Jack Sparrow over there

can convince yourselves all you like,

but summat's skew-whiff.

And if you can't explain that,

any decent brief will fill you

-full of holes. -[gun banging in background]

[PC Drakes] Here you go. Bandit's greatest hits.

As good with his left as he is with his right.

Yeah, well, that's what we thought.

We were wrong.

Look, if we put them in chronological order.

Look, everything before and including Claxby,

he's left-handed, everything after he's right.

Something happened at Claxby.

Of course something happened. He shot my leg off!

[groans] Bastard eBay. It'll be the death of me.

But why did he shoot you, Barry?

I mean, he didn't shoot any of the others.

He panicked, didn't he?

Well, he never did before. Never did after.

So, why do you think, genius?

It was always the same. Five post offices, in and out.

Apart from this one day, something changed.

He shot ya, crashed into Eric what's-his-name.

Maybe something happened to his arm during the crash,

but why did he crash?

I mean, the Bandit's ice, ice, baby.

And then, one day, a bloodbath, blasting your leg off,

grinding Eric Ross into mincemeat.

Get out of my shop. I'm calling my daughter.

-I said get out! -I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-Mr. Chana, I didn't mean to- -Out!

[murmurs] I'm going. I'm going.

I'm sorry.

Lydia, it's dad.

Yeah, it's, er, it's Muriel.

She's, uh, she's here in the shop asking questions.

[intense ambient music]

Mr. Chana had a gun for protection. He shot at the Bandit.

Jesus, dad

You shot at him? Good for you.

Not so good, sir. It's illegal.

Self-defense.

And he was halfway out the door.

Shut up, dad.

Any weapon that's carried for self-defense

is an offensive weapon by law.

I presume Mr Chana knew that,

that's why he didn't report it.

It's not like I killed him.

Are you sure?

Yes! I saw blood.

Maybe that's why he crashed. He was wounded.

The doctor's checked him. No bullet wounds on Si.

Shit!

What now, sir?

The Crown believes we have

a very strong chance of conviction.

We have the suspect on CCTV.

DNA evidence links him to the getaway car,

links him the robbery and to the murder of Eric Ross.

And he's not exactly pleading innocence.

Are you ready to enter a plea, Mr. Si?

How, how can I? I don't remember.

If you don't remember, you can't plead guilty.

I'm recording a plea of not guilty.

Hearing date to be set for three weeks' time

to allow for psychological evaluation.

How do the police feel about bail, DS Blair? Need I ask?

Uh, East Lincolnshire Constabulary

-has grave concerns- -East Lincolnshire

Constabulary has no objection to bail.

-[dramatic ambient music] -[spectators murmuring]

You what?

No fear of flight or further offences.

I see, I'm releasing you on bail

on condition of residence, Mr. Si.

Make sure we know where to find you.

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

Council has found you a room.

You can stay here until the hearing.

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

Why are you doing this for me?

You're under curfew from six p.m. to nine a.m..

I figured you could use some company.

[bright piano music]

Not that. My wife used to play that.

You know how I don't know who I am?

Wouldn't it be funny if I was your wife?

Oh yeah, hilarious.

But you're not. She's dead, accident.

I was wondering what that was, that emptiness.

You've lost a lot, haven't you?

Do you think I have a wife somewhere?

[dramatic orchestra music]

No one's claimed me.

Si, I think it's better not to know.

-[bright piano music] -No past, nothing to lose.

[bright piano music continues]

-[hand rapping] -Come in.

-Morning, sir. -Good morning.

Oh, you look like shit.

Thank you.

Well, actually, you don't. You look like a Gillette ad.

You know, when he goes in the bathroom all sleepy

and gorgeous to shave?

[exhales] Young Yeardsley,

the temptation in an investigation

is to focus on the perpetrator.

I have flipped my analytics to the victim.

25 variables, including the quarterly accounts

of every post office.

Christ, you have been here all night!

Each post office bought the same security camera

in the three-month lead-up to the robberies.

Logitech 5000, network ready,

pin sharp at 50 metres, all from Tech Lincs.

On the ring road? So, what, he hacked the cameras?

Is that how he got the safe combos?

I don't know. I'm not a detective, DC Yeardsley.

Are we going somewhere?

I am. I'm going home to get some sleep.

And you are going to Tech Lincs on Lord Of The Rings Road.

You're too late, DC Yeardsley, eight weeks too late.

Tech Lincs closed down after Black Friday.

[sighs] Shit.

What happened to this town, hey?

Amazon happened. I'll, um, put a 375 on to HMRC.

Try to get some names off the payroll.

Hey, what have you got yourself messed up in, Muriel?

You and Oleg Krasnov. You were seen.

He came to my house. He owns my farm as good as.

-My mum and dad, they don't- -This is what he does.

He takes good cops and he makes them his.

You should have come to me.

So what do I do?

Do your job. Follow the evidence.

Ask Si about Tech Lincs.

You know as well as me what catches crims.

One good cop goes back again and again

until she finds what this bastard's trying so hard to hide.

[intense ambient music]

He hasn't set foot outside since he's been here.

He don't even open the door to the cleaners.

Right, thank you, I'll take it from here.

Si? Are you all right, Si?

[intense ambient music continues]

Are you feeling a bit under the weather?

Leave me alone.

It's the voices in my head, they, they won't leave me alone.

What, in the other flats? Shall I have a word?

It's you lot, you and...

Just leave me alone.

What do you mean, us lot?

Have other cops been 'round to see ya?

Why don't I have a tidy up?

[cellphone dinging]

[intense ambient music continues]

Shit!

-[cellphone ringing] -It's all right. One sec.

Hello?

[Bill Over Phone] HMRC responded to

your e-mail re Tech Lincs.

They have a product specialist named Simon Symon.

You stay away from him until we know what's going on.

-Yeah. -Stay away from him.

Don't go anywhere near him.

Yes, Chief.

[Bill Over Phone] They're e-mailing me a picture

to get a positive ID.

Yeah, good, um, listen, can I give you-

[both shuffling]

Officer requires assistance!

-Hello? Hello? -[phone line beeping]

I'll kill her!

Put the gun down.

Just like I killed Eric Ross!

Put the gun down now.

Do you have a clean shot, Cobley?

Uh-huh.

If you want me to stop it,

you'll have to shoot me, and I'll take you all out.

Take him out.

No, this is England.

We don't shoot people, even if we have to.

That's an order from your superior officer. Shoot him.

Will I bollocks!

I'll kill her! I'll kill her.

I will. I'll kill all of you bastards.

'Cause that's what I am, aren't I? I'm a killer.

Shoot me! You get that bastard to shoot me!

Oh, believe me, I tried.

Nobody shoots anybody here 'cause it's England. Cobley.

Putting the gun down, Si.

No, no, don't!

Right, it's all right.

I did it. I remember now.

I left Eric there in the road and there was bits everywhere

and I ran into the field.

Are you listening to me? I killed him!

And I'm likely to do it again.

-[hand thudding] -Put it down, you bastard!

-[trigger clicking] -Right, in!

Go for it! Go for him!

[Si and Muriel grunting]

It wasn't even loaded?

No, I didn't wanna get anyone hurt.

Maybe DS Blair should be our weapons officer.

Oh, I was, sir. And damn good at it.

I've done everything at this nick,

fraud squad to crime prevention, dickhead.

I assume we will be opposing bail

this time, Chief Constable?

Are you all right, Cobley?

[dramatic orchestra music drowns out Lydia]

[Cobley murmuring in background]

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[Kelsey Over Phone] So, I take it you've seen

the papers, dad?

Yeah. The English sure have a lot of words for failure.

Kinda like the Eskimos for snow. Anyway, I gotta go.

I'm right in the middle of a meeting.

[Kelsey Over Phone] You trusted your gut.

I still love you. Bye.

[cellphone beeping]

[Bill exhaling deeply]

[Bill's head thudding]

[Murel's hand rapping]

What are you doing here, sir?

Hiding. Trying to.

[car door rattling]

And wondering how much

this godforsaken storage facility is costing me.

What about you, Detective?

I'm just checking over the trial evidence, sir,

for the CPS file.

This is the murder weapon.

It's the grey Nissan, sir.

And the red one Eric Ross was driving.

Me and my fucking gut.

Right, sir.

You all right? Cobley told me about yesterday.

[dramatic orchestra music drowns out PC Drakes]

Maybe Si is trying to remember.

[Muriel] Remember what, sir?

[Bill] That's what you need to find out.

That's what we need to unlock.

[dramatic orchestra music]

[gun booming]

The crime prevention officer recommended

the cameras, seriously?

-[car engine roaring] -Did anyone else visit Si here?

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

Is this how you remember it, Si?

Anything before this?

[car door clicking]

[Blair] So, this is how you do it Stateside, sir?

Yeah, it's pretty common.

In a complex case like this, we film a re-enactment,

gives the jury something they can understand.

Sir, Si's gonna take a breather.

I got this, DC Yeardsley. Thank you.

[Si sighing]

Must be hard for you being back here.

It's all back to front, somehow.

You robbed the post office.

You shot Mr. Chana. You drove down here.

-No. -You reversed over Mr. Ross,

who was lying there.

Sorry, sir, but this road closure's taking

a lot of manpower.

Maybe we should get Si back.

Si, it's a funny name, isn't it?

Not really, sir. Not when your name's Simon Symons.

Except it isn't. This is from Simon Symons' HR file.

You're kidding, right? It's a black fella.

So who's he?

308si.

Si. He's been playing us. He got the name from the car.

So, my name's not Si?

Cut the crap, son. Tell us what you did!

We know what he did. He blew off Barry's leg.

-Bang! -[Si grunting]

And he drove down here and crashed into the Peugeot.

-Bang! -[hand thudding]

He murdered an innocent man, took $30,000 and a shotgun.

-Bang, bang, bang! -[hand thudding]

Except the trauma's protecting his memory of it.

Seriously, sir? He mowed a man down!

I mean, I can see how that was traumatic

-for Mr. Ross- -Eric.

His name was Eric.

[mellow orchestra music]

We met at the beach.

[seagulls crying in background]

He was beautiful.

He kissed me.

I got into his car.

We were driving for hours, happy.

He was heading straight for us.

[car horn blaring]

-So Eric swerved. -[car horn blaring continues]

And I was sitting here.

-[car tyres screeching] -[intense ambient music]

-My head. -[dramatic digital booming]

So you were sitting in the passenger seat of this car,

not driving the murder vehicle?

No, so I didn't do it.

You're fucking kidding me.

Right, let's get this carnival off the road.

Hang on, if you were sitting here,

could you have seen the killer?

[dramatic ambient music]

He would have had to have cleaned this car up

and dragged you over to the driver's seat.

[dramatic ambient music continues]

Your eye, it was bleeding.

Me, seriously? You're joking!

Is he? That was our mistake.

The Bandit's eye got injured.

And that's why he changed hands.

Nobody loses an eye from playing rugby,

that's just the NFL for fat guys.

But a pellet gun,

that would seriously damage an optical nerve.

Barry Chana said you were his crime prevention officer.

Recommended the Logitech 5000.

He said you even showed him where to point the camera,

right at the safe.

For fuck's sake, Muriel!

He had the actual shotgun in his bedsit.

Yeah, I had a chat with the caretaker.

He said you used his keys.

You put the shotgun in the room. It was your shotgun.

[car engine revving]

What do you think, cack-eye? Huh?

Do you think it's loaded this time, hey?

-[gun cocking] -[intense ambient music]

What was there to look forward to? A poxy pension.

All I ever wanted, my whole life was to be a copper.

But nobody ever tells you that being a copper is shit.

[car door clicking]

You have the right to, what is it, Muriel?

Shut the fuck up.

[handcuffs clicking]

[dramatic orchestra music]

I'll be out in six months. Oleg will look after me.

What about you, Muriel?

Who's gonna look after your sorry arse?

[dramatic orchestra music continues]

[mellow piano music]

[bright piano music]

Herbert? I didn't have you down as a Herbert.

I know, Herbert de Young.

I think I prefer Simon Symons, Boston Bandit.

Are you gonna tell her?

My wife, that I went on a sales trip,

went for a walk on the beach, met a man and fell in love?

You said he was in your soul.

Have you never fell in love with a man before?

I don't think I've fallen for anyone before.

Can I tell her that?

It's funny, I thought something terrible

had happened to me here.

It turns out it was something amazing.

You thought you were a psychotic English pianist.

It turns out you're a married man who's gay.

Herbert de Young, your life begins here right now.

You can be whatever you wanna be, do whatever you wanna do.

[chuckles] You really believe that?

You can be whoever you wanna be?

Good luck with that, Captain America.

[footsteps pattering]

[dramatic rock music]

♪ You may run for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Until the cards come crashing down ♪

♪ Until the cards come crashing down ♪

♪ He spoke and he spoke so sweet ♪

♪ I thought I heard the shuffle Of an angel's feet ♪

♪ And he put a hand upon my head ♪

♪ Great God almighty I'll tell you what he said ♪

♪ Go tell that long tongue liar ♪

[whimsical ambient music]