No Offence (2015) s03e03 Episode Script
Season 3, Episode 3
Lionel Dirkin was grooming ex-soldiers to commit a series of attacks.
Nobody had heard of her a week ago and now she could win.
It's Beckett.
If you hadn't of chased me, she wouldn't be dead.
Caddy lied about not knowing Beckett.
They were stationed at Basra together.
Caddy's the only way we can catch him.
She's pregnant.
Meet your new handler.
Faye, Albion, they still suspect me, but Dennis thinks I'm his golden goose.
Drop the surveillance then he'll have to trust me more and then he'll have to act.
Ma'am wants to know why we've removed surveillance off of Albion.
Well, strategically, ma'am, because I asked the undercover officer to spark the rumour there was a mole in the Albion Organisation.
Well, something needed shaking up.
We've got Beckett laughing in our public faces, and all we can see is his arse! OK, fair do's.
Go on.
Well, if we had a reliable mole, why would we need surveillance? And in the absence of information, we desperately need Dennis Caddy relying more on his girlfriend.
On the eve of an election, they remove cover on their only suspects in the unsolved death Go to pages five, six seven, eight and nine.
- What the fuck are you doing?! - Nobody's touching that stuff! You need to leave now, the pair of you.
Put the cat down! Back in your boxes! Calm down.
Calm! Calm right down, please.
My fault, fellas.
I intended in pre-warning them.
This task is being done at my request.
Joy's desk is coming in my office.
Yeah, but it's not a shrine.
We're here to work.
And it will be worked at.
And I'm taking no personal effects, any used hankies, pictures of cats, they're team property.
Your team.
Ma'am.
We have just taken a report of a homicide at the Jewish Cemetery.
Thank you very much.
Right, where's my wedges? Come on, wedges, let's have the fellas.
Right, so we've got chicken liver, bacon and double-fried wedges.
£4.
85.
What are you drinking? There's enough vouchers on there for a beverage and all, so I will have a coke.
12p short.
Can't be! Then what happened? You can't pay for it now, you'll have to earn it on the card.
- Fine! Have the cash.
- I will.
Thanks.
So this old man and a little girl walk into a forest, and she goes, "Oh, I'm scared.
" He goes, "You're scared? I've got to walk home on my own.
" Hey, smile, your next scran's covered.
You're blocking me passage ladies, excuse me.
A friend of mine wants a word, professor.
Mate of Faye Caddy? I don't think so.
With breath like that, you really should drink more water.
You see, now you're giving me bonus balls for the paternity claim.
I've said from year dot, "How's that my kid?" You go anywhere near my daughter, you pointless bitch, I'll split you in two.
- You what? - No sexual reference intended.
Like you still could.
We caught her in a school rehearsal for Bugsy.
She was trying to be Tallulah.
She was nearly great.
Someone on our side has been talking to yours.
We've got a mole and I want its name.
You won't get it from me.
I meant, we're the science department, we specifically don't get access to strategic intelligence.
Technically, we know less than fuck all.
We've spent our whole lives bringing The Albion into this century.
- You reckon? - And no shitty rat is going to bring it down.
You see, now I'm confused.
Is it a rat or a mole I'm looking for? I just need to know if it's black or white.
- Here's a number.
- Use it.
You're cleaning that up, Santa! I'm with the police.
Course you are! Do they let anybody in? Who called this in as a murder, Moss? A paper lad's mum walking their dog.
One of my men are still interviewing her.
Yeah, well, tell them to leave that to us now, thanks.
I meant, calming her down so she's fit to speak to by the time you need to.
You need to pipe that lot right down.
Shouting Beckett's name's not helpful.
Not catching him is not helpful, inspector.
And maybe they're right - election day - this has got Beckett all over it.
I was brought up on a farm.
This is a fox's work.
I was brought up in a textile factory.
- It could have been a chainsaw.
- We're not coroners! Meanwhile, seven violated graves and you didn't respond to a single report.
Hey, Moss, mate.
We logged all that.
On those occasions, no-one was hurt.
Yeah, right.
Yeah, yeah.
But then OK, OK, but standing there shouting unsupportable tripe - Can I say tripe? - You're asking an Asian.
This lot are making themselves a target for any lunatic who - fancies a pop.
- Look, Moss! Just shift him.
Please.
Before we have to.
- When you put it like that.
- Thank you.
All right, folks, can we move right back please? Right back.
We're declaring this all a crime scene, OK? So let's go, let's move right back.
So if we can't catch him because it's your fault, then it'll be your fault.
Let's go.
That wasn't just a bunch of birds, they were with Faye Caddy and they had it planned, and they must have waited it out a fuck of a long time because even I didn't know I was coming in here till I did.
This cost serious money, it's more than Faye Caddy's asking.
Look, give us Lena's service provider, - we'll run it through the system.
- They changed contracts.
- She'll be under her mother's account.
- Well, give us Shirley's.
I cannot remember her maiden name.
All I'm getting is Blackpool and that's not a recollection, it's a judgment on her mam and dad.
OK, Miller, relax, Shirley's safely in a car on the way to the station.
Shirley? On her own? What the negligent fucking! We're not talking about Shirley! Nobody had a picture of fucking Shirley, did they? Where's Lena? The headmistress is driving her in personally.
- What the fuck, Miller?! - What, you don't say that first? No, it's just come through on me comms, you knob! - Right, this is evidence.
- Good, we'll need it.
All three suspects have got the same description - fat and mouthy, that's half of Manchester.
You swerving the lifts to avoid me, Viv? - No, I've just been to the cemetery.
- Stairs count as fresh air.
I heard.
Could it have been Beckett? Beckett always leaves his scraggy mark.
I don't think this is big enough for him.
Election day not big enough? If he's after disrupting factions at our expense, then weren't the Jews just waiting to be asked? Miller's family have just taken a threat to two of their lives.
- From who? - Faye Caddy is the only name we've flagged up, as yet.
All the others are TBC.
The point being that we've just proved a circuit.
Albion don't know who the mole is, hence the threat to Miller.
How can that not be a result, Marilyn?! Oh, and with your permission, we've upped resources to cover the election count tonight, yeah? Well, send us a budget for approval and choose your words carefully.
I did.
You have? It's spent.
If Beckett has been in Abel Lander's home ahead of you, then I would suggest additional protection, with additional funding that I would approve before expenditure.
I've made it my mission to stop you looking like such a bad girl on paper all of the time.
- Miller, you OK, kid? - They're nearly here.
Come here, come here.
They are, and they're safe.
I am so sorry that your family had to take a hit.
But this will have to be short-lived as down-time.
I need you at Bailey Street Mortuary.
Abel Landers, 78.
It's a controversial death.
- What the heck you wearing?! - It's from Sammy upstairs.
- It's all I could find.
- It's all right, I've done it before.
You'll look like a lovely taxpayer in front of Shirley.
- Oh, my God, darling! - Daddy! Sorry, love, that's my fault.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Come on, lads, let's give them a minute.
Mum doesn't want to talk to you.
Yeah, well, that didn't need saying, did it? She asked me to repeat it so she knew you wouldn't go barging - into your chief inspector's office.
- What, she's there? Somebody needs to give me some facts now.
OK, you were called Lena because neither me or your mum could stand up straight when you were conceived.
That's one fact.
Look, bad people threatened me today.
Well, that's only half true, otherwise, why are we here? They threatened me and mine.
But I swear to you, Lena, I am going to put these fuckers in their place.
Nobody's sworn since you left.
There's one for you, there's one for your mam.
The location's scrambled.
You choose a last minute holiday destination - one where there's barely any signal, just until the election dies down.
You and her, you have to be saying the exact same thing, you hear? And these will not send pictures, so the only risk of giving away your location is that.
Right, I mean hers, not yours.
Look after yourself.
Yeah, I will.
I know it's rude to squeeze, but I want what your dad can do.
Go on.
I need to know what Lander's death is.
Well, it'll have to be another Skype, ma'am, - cos I've a lot to answer for today.
- Another Skype? How many causes of death have you done down the line? Dennis's shifting money around.
It's coming into the house in used bundles, not from a bank, must be donors.
What kind of money? I'm counting nearly 40 grand.
That's usually about the price of a hit.
For Beckett to finish the job on Caroline McCoy? He killed a cop, why's it not a bonus? There's a suspected homicide at the Jewish Cemetery this morning.
Nah, I'd have heard chatter if it was sponsored.
Hello? Hello? I'm average looks.
Pretty good shape.
But really well hung.
Right y'are.
Can but ask.
Go on.
I've been asked to pack for a departure.
To where? It's usually Ireland, so that's Holyhead initially.
Point being, all phones are to be left behind.
- Categorically, I cannot wear a wire.
- Dennis is the only one Beckett trusts to deliver the wages personally? More than like, yes.
So we follow the money.
You do fuck! You follow me.
I'm heading into a wilderness with no means of communication.
You follow us.
You made yourself my handler, Dinah.
I need handling.
Everyone stay back, until we establish no booby traps.
If Beckett's been here, we need to know.
Don't move.
Clear! What the hell are you doing in there? What's your name? Sharania Kimbel.
Shaz.
I was having a last chance at remembering him.
And this.
I thought he'd have let the flat go after Clemmy died, but no, the paintwork looks new.
Good man.
God bless.
I asked for a nappy half an hour ago.
Now it's over to you.
Ma'am, this lady needs a bathroom, sharpish! Let 'em all through.
OK, clear a space for this lady, folks, or cover your feet! That's it, thank you.
He's got a Specials badge.
What's the face for, Mal? The deal, Inspector, where we tell you absolutely everything when we're heading into something, is meant to be reciprocal.
You've crossed the line today.
You failed to disclose something you must've known.
Abel Lander has five charges of tampering against his name.
There is no room for mithering here.
I'm not having you just telling us what you think we need to know in order to protect your own.
Five complaints, all by the same complainant because she's off her tits.
Diana Bagel.
No, no.
She's Diana Bagel.
And for your information, Inspector, the charges were totally overblown.
He's had a stack to deal with, old Mr Lander.
He never got over his wife.
He never lived on his own in his life.
He kept it spotless in case she was watching.
He was counting the days he'd be with her.
But he was strong as an ox.
He was going nowhere soon that I could see, not physically anyway.
From the telly, "You've never had Sky.
" From the toilet, "Respect your friends, wipe your arse.
" From the back of the door, "Got your kecks on, Abel?" He occasionally forgot his trousers.
Like he forgot many other things.
Only one lunatic persecuted him.
I only ever saw the shorts.
He never had his meat out to my knowledge.
Sorry, Ma'am.
I was in the manager's office.
She got past us.
How are you getting Disability if you can shift like a rat?! There's a dress coat of mine in there, I never dared ask it for back after she died.
You'll know it's mine, it's got my name in it.
Just from the chatter, we're convinced Albion had nothing to do with Lander.
That doesn't mean Beckett didn't.
Chatter, where? Can we clear the room for a guest, please? Ah, Jesus! If it's her mum again, we haven't time for fucking broken biscuit jigsaws.
Most of you know Moss.
- He's here to help.
- With respect, Ma'am, we're limited to what we can say in front of civilians.
C'mon, Spike.
Moss's got a Specials Badge.
And 45% of all Shomrim call-outs are for non-Jewish populations.
You're welcome.
Fancy a coffee, Moss? You've been at it since dawn.
OK, so, primary larvae in the neck wound tell us that Abel Lander died between seven and 10pm last night, corroborating witness accounts.
Enzymes at the wound tell us a fox got to him a couple of hours postmortem.
Although, evidence of a nose bleed could have been a credible incentive to a half-starved winter fox.
However that is not what killed an old Survivor, no.
Abel Lander died of a heart attack induced by a substantial overdose of anti-psychotics not prescribed for him.
And we all pray for his sake that the latter kicked in before the former.
Now for my money, this is way too piss-stained to be a Beckett.
Moss.
Abel was being stalked by Diana Bagel.
Nicknames are no good to us here, pal.
Fucking bagel That's her name.
Diana Bagel.
Look, I'm not a qualified practitioner, I know, but this woman is categorically off her effing head! - And she's on anti-psychotics.
- Yeah, correct.
You're not a qualified practitioner.
But the doctors who sectioned her at least three times to my knowledge presumably were.
I can get you their names if your system's too slow.
We've offered, but she's refusing I don't want any firearms anywhere near me.
You won't have a choice tonight.
No visible weapons! That is the whole point, Caroline.
You said you'd heard nothing from Beckett.
And that's the whole point.
I don't like what you're asking me to do.
Bulletproof kit for your own protection? Looking anything other than me! Viv! I've got this far using nothing but my own voice.
If I have to sit through my own election count dressed like R2D2, how is that expressing defiance? Or even confidence? With respect, Miss McCoy, you're not the only one with a family.
- We all deserve protecting.
- Yeah, I know.
I know! And I'm standing for election.
Standing! If all I'm doing is showing fear, then I might as well just spend the rest of the day in bed! For fuck's sake! Stuart, just tell them we need five minutes.
Fucking hell.
My make-up You are just the spit of your mum at school.
I know you're doing this for her.
I am, Viv, I'm trying to.
And I understand what you're saying.
Your whole campaign's been based on "I will not back down.
" But we need you alive to keep saying it.
Ma'am, Lionel Dirkin's in the building.
- Why?! - That is the last thing we need.
He knew there'd be cameras.
Hang on.
He'll be teeming with security, he always is.
Let's start milking it.
Let's get you out of here and home safely for a lot less than I can afford.
It's Stuart, isn't it? Can I just say, I really value what you do.
- All of you.
- You'll walk it, Caroline.
Can I keep this one? Miss McCoy.
I'm making no secret of who I'm voting for.
It'll pointedly be anybody but her.
There he goes again, you see.
For all of your allergies to minorities, mate, you just voted for one.
Yeah, but if you are worried, and you're not telling me, you know I'll do my nut, don't you? I do, but what's doing my nut is, we're going away and I don't know how long for.
So I want checking by somebody I know, not somebody from wherever it is we're off.
But if you are and I'm not hearing it, I'd be fucking furious, Bonnie.
We need to speak to a Diana Bagel.
Is that your mum? Can I ask what this is about? You can't, I'm afraid.
Aren't betting adverts depressing when you're not very good with numbers? Can we get them taken down? Come in.
Diana Bagel? I'm PC Tegan Thompson and this is Jonah Mitchell.
Poundshop batteries.
They just make them look like batteries.
Mrs Bagel, we need to talk to you about Abel Lander.
You've had that.
You're too late.
Can you tell me exactly what you mean by that? I've referred that tricky old nonce to the Home Office.
I had to.
You're welcome to tea, but the conversation's pointless.
They'll be putting a top team to take this way over your heads.
Sit down.
Abel Lander was found dead this morning, Mrs Bagel.
Next to his wife's grave.
Oh, my good Lord, the poor man! You tried having him convicted five times.
So?! I only wanted him to rot! I'm sorry to ask you this, but can I use your bathroom? Again? I can't help it! Leave her alone! Right, Ma'am, let's have a look at this.
CCTV from Abel Lander's sheltered housing.
Arrivals, departures, going back weeks.
Watch this pattern.
No, these are music students.
They're every Friday without fail.
Same today, except He never showed.
He can't have known he was dead.
We only released the name an hour ago.
- We'll need to talk to him.
- Yep.
Bang-on samples for intimidation of an officer.
Faye Caddy and a bloke with ovaries called Rosemary Beckwith, hands like shovels.
They need bringing in.
Hold your horses, Miller.
Your family's safe.
Now, with your respect and patience, I'm Gonna do fuck all! Seriously?! My family's had to be shipped over t'moors! You weren't rushing to show your face when they were nearby.
How's that my fault? I was barred! How's it not your fault, you twisted gusset!? Now, Faye Caddy is ours.
Please just cut me some slack until this election is over.
If we want to catch these people properly, we need to see how they're thinking first.
Ma'am, we just met Diana Bagel.
What do we reckon? I was having flashbacks to Misery.
Asked if I could use the bathroom.
I shot all the meds I could find in a two-minute sweep.
Ablimol's Quetiepine.
Quetiepine killed Lander.
I need a warrant for the arrest of Diana Bagel.
Ma'am, we've just seen him.
Is he? Yeah, that's Diana Bagel's son.
Keeping it in the family.
Fetch them both in.
Sam, can you tell us why you never turned up to? Ma'am, this is hopeless.
- Can I have a word outside? - What's he doing here?! - You can't be in here.
- I can if he is - that's my son.
Mr Finestein is Sam's nominated responsible adult.
Well, we know him.
We only know him for doing fuck all to help us.
Inappropriate language! - Beg your pardon.
Less than fuck all! - Right, you, out.
- Why would you pick him, Sam? - Come on, Mrs Bagel.
Get your fucking hands off me! Actually, we will step outside.
If either of them so much as speaks, you bring one of No, you hoof HIM out, right? You all right? - She said no talking.
- I'm asking if he's all right.
Ma'am, she's not fit to interview.
We should get Dr Peep in to do a psych assessment.
That's three hours I haven't got.
I need to know this isn't Beckett.
Fuck it.
Drop the charges on her and reinstate her as his guardian.
Can you tell us about your relationship with Abel Lander, Sam? No.
No, and who'd want to put that into words? Five reports, I filed.
What did I hear back from you lot? - He's fingering kids willy-nilly and - He's a music teacher.
He taught me music.
He's bluffing it because he got tampered with.
He's been trained through fear to keep it zipped, where you been? You're going to have to trick him into saying stuff.
- Absolutely not.
Never.
- Lie! Were you ever assaulted by Abel Lander? - Never.
- Lie! Mrs Bagel, this isn't working for us.
No, it won't.
Cos you're asking all the wrong questions.
It's like, I've heard nothing about lubricants and that's like step one for detectives.
I know.
Hm? Which force? Netflix.
I once made the mistake of telling her that Mr Lander opened the door with no kecks on.
She went ape.
Got fixated on I did not get fixated - I reacted like a mother should.
She got fixated enough to stop me from going and hounded Abel.
Both of us.
She kept ringing the cops, over and over and over again, repeating the first offence.
Repeating the first offence, yes, because I'd heard fuck all back! - Language! - Well, I hadn't! Did you ever transport medication that was prescribed to your mother to Abel Landers' house? Never.
Did Abel Lander ever have access to YOUR house? THAT'S A LIE! Mrs Bagel.
Either shut up or leave.
Well, I'm not shutting up.
- He came round when Mum went to Brittany.
- See? Huh! And what happened at your house, Sam? If you don't want to use the filthy words, Sam, you save them for a judge, yeah? We were trashing a keyboard I'd bought on eBay to make it look like it cost less than 90.
So she wouldn't find out I'd spent 220 - that was it.
He looked We had one of our best days.
He crapped on the sofa and I blamed the cat.
My cat? Interview terminated at 15:50.
You'll be released without charge, pending further investigation.
Fella.
You can't be in here unsupervised.
I was asked to leave the interview.
Yeah, back to the main building.
You're not allowed to loll here gathering selective intelligence.
I beg your pardon? Are you changing your mind about protecting one of your own? Well, don't.
You'd go down with her.
I think the kid did it.
Him? If Lander committed suicide, he couldn't be buried with his wife.
But how does that work? Who's kidding who, if Lander's complicit, if he knows it's coming? He'd have to specifically not know.
And we reckon he'd have it in him? He's the only person I know decent enough.
Ma'am.
If they're leaving, we need to get Sam's clothes off him.
Why not? Everybody else has.
With your permission? This is your handwriting? Yes.
So you spent a lot more time round there than just the lessons? Tonnes more.
You took care of him? Hey, no, no, no, mate.
Not cool.
We don't want anyone else in here.
Eh, look at me.
And you say nothing.
In fact .
.
how's your memory? Right, well, you remember every single word that got said in there, and you say nothing else.
Repeat only that, not one word more.
My dad fucked off an all.
Just bringing out the father in me.
Right, you can stick that lot back on.
I'm not interested.
Give him time to get dressed and take him back upstairs, please.
Can you spell that for me, please? Well, I've said I'll talk to him, so Yeah, put him through.
So sorry.
- Spike, now! - Sarge.
Interview terminated 16:06.
Excuse me.
Miller.
Yeah, listen, I'm hearing there was a power-outage at the labs this morning? I just paid ?8.
50 for a pair of tights.
No, I meanany of that stuff that needed spectrometry - you might want putting through again.
- Because? Oh, admissible evidence.
Or inadmissible - it's your shout.
Send everything back.
And tell them I'm not paying for it.
Too right, Ma'am.
Not only is it not beneath him to take the rubbish out, but he's found it in his heart to do it again.
Oh, Natalie, those are returned samples on stuff that went through earlier.
One of the inspectors is requesting re-runs.
Inspector Deering? Yeah, Deering.
And she's on the warpath, so Were you about to stick me back in your pocket? - Only because I have all this to - There's no-one else in here.
I've just heard Dinah and Spike are on the move.
Not on their own, they're not.
I've sent a bunch of brick shithouses, armed to the teeth.
I've put in a request for aerial surveillance, but it's not looking good at short notice.
We've got a tracker on the vehicle.
- Without a warrant? - What? Without a warrant.
What have we said? For your information, the tracker was fitted at the request of the owner.
Or one of the owners.
- But that's only just occurred to you now! - Big deal! We can't yet prove where the money's headed, but we're pretty certain it's going to end up with Beckett.
It was an act of expediency.
- But we file for the warrant? - Fine.
I didn't even want to go but I'm going to have to now.
Right, they've done a left.
No, wait.
He's pulled into the Rosehill Garden Centre.
How rock'n'roll's a garden centre for a drop off? This is Dennis.
He's making sure he's not being followed.
Pull over where you can.
ARU, turn off and sit back a few streets and await a go.
We're convinced it's not suspicious, just a cautionary stunt.
Copy that.
I'm not liking this.
We need eyes on it.
Listen, I'm sorry for flaring.
Do your family know that you care this much? No, they won't fucking listen, Ma'am.
Come in! I'm so sorry, Ma'am, but we've had three strikes on the evidence from Abel Lander's flat.
No, I bow to rank when it's not just us, Natalie.
Oh, sweet Jesus! No disrespect to Abel Lander, but this is like a fucking birthday! There's a partial print that couldn't fully put Faye Caddy at the sceneexcept her DNA's under one of Lander's fingernails.
It's only a micro sample, but it's a 98% match from a 2015 arrest.
Gavin, who is the duty magistrate on? Well, if he knows it's me, he'll take it in the bath.
We need a warrant drafting for Faye Caddy, now.
I can save you a lot of trouble finding her, cos I know exactly where she'll be by, sayteatime.
Take a team.
But make sure we're watching the watchers, yeah? Have you got me a name? It's my career, if anyone finds out.
It's your family, if you don't.
By the way, you can move them as much as you want but it's never taken us more than ten days to find anybody.
If only you had that many days left, Faye.
What? What you? Fuck off! What you doing? I don't even know you! I don't even know him.
Look, I'm on me own, here.
I didn't believe it either, but he is - he's with the police.
First time your name cropped up, threatening behaviour.
Shouted "parasite" at a three-year-old blind girl in public.
She wasn't blind.
That was the point - her parents were milking it! Parasite? From you? She could see better than me.
And the definition of that word is what got me acquitted - she was a three-year-old girl, of course she's a parasite.
Look, I'm going to start screaming in a minute.
I think you need to calm down and listen.
cos this is the only chance you're going to get to find out - what Dennis is going to make of all this.
- All what? You're about to be charged with the hate crime murder of Abel Lander.
Who?! I'll leave it to a jury to work out how you tried framing Diana Bagel using medication specific to someone with an enduring grudge.
I categorically don't know anyone called fucking Bagel.
You won't get this to stick past the first lawyer.
It's actually going to stick like shit to a blanket, Faye, because you left DNA traces at both addresses - the one you burgled to nick the meds and blame a schizophrenic with a vendetta Oh, fuck off! I wouldn't touch a schizophrenic with a barge pole.
.
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and Lander's flat, where you spiked his drink.
Oh, right.
Is this what your "science department" does? It plants evidence? No, Faye.
We tell stories with solid objects.
No-one's going to swallow that shit.
And I'll have alibis.
Dennis isn't going to vouch for you! This is a receipt you signed for police money.
That's your signature.
That signature was for 50 quid off the BBC, which you've got by deception.
And, point of law, I never got that money.
Well, the tough shit for you, Faye, is that you were the only one who actually signed their own name.
And when Dennis sees six backdated payments for non-specific services, same dabs on each one, well, face it, you couldn't look more like a mole.
And also face it - this is you, talking to the most dead cop in our world on the day she died.
Now, it'll be suggested that she was handling you.
Of course, there's stuff we'll never know, what with Joy .
.
taking secrets to her grave.
Now, I think you're safer copping for Lander than Dennis waiting for you to get out and pay his dues for loyalty.
Now, I never got the chance to say Don't fuck with me, Faye, so this is sort of me saying it twice.
I don't know why you're threatening me with that.
You're the only one that sounds remandable on there.
No, I'm going to store it for my daughter so she can hear it after I'm dead.
Inspire her to make sure that you're kept where you're put.
See, if nothing else, she's got my gob.
They picked here because he knew the camera system only covered staff vehicles.
Wasn't an accident Bonnie, that wasn't quick.
- You all right? - No! What? There's a proper Shell stop in two minutes.
But no, I go to Little Geoff and spent ten minutes wiping piss off the seat and Gavin, we need some navigational help, get the big map out.
We've picked up some location markers.
We're looking for a Little Geoff shack, near-ish to a Shell stop.
Within a couple of miles of a Shell stop.
What're we looking for? You're on speaker.
Miller's here, Is that OK? Yeah, or I'll fuck off if you want.
Actually, Gavin, put Miller on the map and you trace a number for me.
07700 900 463.
We need to know where it's heading.
We're assuming westbound.
He certainly looks like it's going to swing your way.
- He looks haunted.
- And he made a shit decision.
He kept his kids off school when no-one else was allowed to.
It's a hard judge who'd twat a fella for sheltering his family.
I don't care, he knows it.
Even if he wins, he's fucked.
Whoa, you mad bitch! Sorry, Ma'am.
What were you told? Stuart escorts you from the vehicle, ONLY when the other team arrive for shelter.
Sorry.
It's nerves.
OK, yeah, so the only Little Geoff they could have hit that's near a Shell stop is Springhill Cross.
Yeah, that's not too far from here.
Let's go.
We've got them located, currently in a village called Brompton Mead.
- ARU, are you getting this? - Yes, we are.
Don't stay too far back.
Actually, the opposite.
Since we've got a good idea of where we're heading, - I want you to split up.
Dinah, - I want you to stay on the A537.
- Will do.
- ARU units, approach from the eastbound - to avoid exposure.
- Understood, Ma'am.
Can you just explain something? If I could, I would, but I can't, babe, no.
I meant, why we have to lose a Jag and end up in an old Corolla with duff heating? Right, we're looking for a Corolla! Well done, missus.
Fuck, she knows her stuff.
I repeat, a Corolla, heading westbound towards Liverpool.
That really narrows it down, Spike.
She's not as scared as I am, is she, Ma'am? She's not, Stuart.
Can I have all metal objects in the trays please, then step forward for scanning, folks.
Madam Mayor.
If you'd lost tonight, were you going to break in with these? That is just running one home and one business.
On the night of the hustings, were the candidates searched? Was Caroline? No, they were all fast-tracked.
Why? Ma'am, I'm not getting this.
This is too much meandering for just heading for Holyhead on an A-road.
- Ma'am? - I'm agreeing with you, Spike.
Springhill Cross I've seen Springhill Cross on paperwork recently.
Ma'am, it's Dirkin's house.
Seriously? They're going to Dirkin with the money? We thought he funded them.
Jesus, what's the gun for? Gun? Dennis, where are we going? They've asked me to kill Beckett.
But I've decided not to.
What the fuck does that mean? We haven't led Bonnie down the garden path here, have we? I mean likeliterally? No, scratch that, no, no.
He's not going to pop a woman who's carrying his kid, is he? He would if he thinks it's not his.
- Well, is it? - No.
Apparently not.
Dinah, you're going to have to drop your speed for me, darling.
They've just turned into Dirkin's house.
Get out the car! Put your hands up! Out the car, now! Armed police, armed police! Move! Dirkin's been hit.
One in the chest, one in the balls.
His boyfriend identified Beckett.
He got off before we arrived.
Beckett is still alive.
And the incumbent mayor, Kashif Hassan, 13,246 votes.
Leaving Miss Caroline McCoy with an overall majority of 24,321 votes.
I hereby announce that Caroline McCoy, Independent, is duly elected Mayor of the City of Manchester.
People of Manchester, we salute you!! Oh, my sweet Jesus.
He meant to miss.
He meant to miss.
Madam Mayor.
So our girl is dead so that bint could become a politician? Things are going to change now that I'm Mayor.
Dinah's going to go mental.
I'll be seeing you both in about a month.
All we've got is Dennis Caddy.
- Well, you can't just release him.
- No, I want him working for us.
- Can I just have a word, Ma'am? - What have you done?
Nobody had heard of her a week ago and now she could win.
It's Beckett.
If you hadn't of chased me, she wouldn't be dead.
Caddy lied about not knowing Beckett.
They were stationed at Basra together.
Caddy's the only way we can catch him.
She's pregnant.
Meet your new handler.
Faye, Albion, they still suspect me, but Dennis thinks I'm his golden goose.
Drop the surveillance then he'll have to trust me more and then he'll have to act.
Ma'am wants to know why we've removed surveillance off of Albion.
Well, strategically, ma'am, because I asked the undercover officer to spark the rumour there was a mole in the Albion Organisation.
Well, something needed shaking up.
We've got Beckett laughing in our public faces, and all we can see is his arse! OK, fair do's.
Go on.
Well, if we had a reliable mole, why would we need surveillance? And in the absence of information, we desperately need Dennis Caddy relying more on his girlfriend.
On the eve of an election, they remove cover on their only suspects in the unsolved death Go to pages five, six seven, eight and nine.
- What the fuck are you doing?! - Nobody's touching that stuff! You need to leave now, the pair of you.
Put the cat down! Back in your boxes! Calm down.
Calm! Calm right down, please.
My fault, fellas.
I intended in pre-warning them.
This task is being done at my request.
Joy's desk is coming in my office.
Yeah, but it's not a shrine.
We're here to work.
And it will be worked at.
And I'm taking no personal effects, any used hankies, pictures of cats, they're team property.
Your team.
Ma'am.
We have just taken a report of a homicide at the Jewish Cemetery.
Thank you very much.
Right, where's my wedges? Come on, wedges, let's have the fellas.
Right, so we've got chicken liver, bacon and double-fried wedges.
£4.
85.
What are you drinking? There's enough vouchers on there for a beverage and all, so I will have a coke.
12p short.
Can't be! Then what happened? You can't pay for it now, you'll have to earn it on the card.
- Fine! Have the cash.
- I will.
Thanks.
So this old man and a little girl walk into a forest, and she goes, "Oh, I'm scared.
" He goes, "You're scared? I've got to walk home on my own.
" Hey, smile, your next scran's covered.
You're blocking me passage ladies, excuse me.
A friend of mine wants a word, professor.
Mate of Faye Caddy? I don't think so.
With breath like that, you really should drink more water.
You see, now you're giving me bonus balls for the paternity claim.
I've said from year dot, "How's that my kid?" You go anywhere near my daughter, you pointless bitch, I'll split you in two.
- You what? - No sexual reference intended.
Like you still could.
We caught her in a school rehearsal for Bugsy.
She was trying to be Tallulah.
She was nearly great.
Someone on our side has been talking to yours.
We've got a mole and I want its name.
You won't get it from me.
I meant, we're the science department, we specifically don't get access to strategic intelligence.
Technically, we know less than fuck all.
We've spent our whole lives bringing The Albion into this century.
- You reckon? - And no shitty rat is going to bring it down.
You see, now I'm confused.
Is it a rat or a mole I'm looking for? I just need to know if it's black or white.
- Here's a number.
- Use it.
You're cleaning that up, Santa! I'm with the police.
Course you are! Do they let anybody in? Who called this in as a murder, Moss? A paper lad's mum walking their dog.
One of my men are still interviewing her.
Yeah, well, tell them to leave that to us now, thanks.
I meant, calming her down so she's fit to speak to by the time you need to.
You need to pipe that lot right down.
Shouting Beckett's name's not helpful.
Not catching him is not helpful, inspector.
And maybe they're right - election day - this has got Beckett all over it.
I was brought up on a farm.
This is a fox's work.
I was brought up in a textile factory.
- It could have been a chainsaw.
- We're not coroners! Meanwhile, seven violated graves and you didn't respond to a single report.
Hey, Moss, mate.
We logged all that.
On those occasions, no-one was hurt.
Yeah, right.
Yeah, yeah.
But then OK, OK, but standing there shouting unsupportable tripe - Can I say tripe? - You're asking an Asian.
This lot are making themselves a target for any lunatic who - fancies a pop.
- Look, Moss! Just shift him.
Please.
Before we have to.
- When you put it like that.
- Thank you.
All right, folks, can we move right back please? Right back.
We're declaring this all a crime scene, OK? So let's go, let's move right back.
So if we can't catch him because it's your fault, then it'll be your fault.
Let's go.
That wasn't just a bunch of birds, they were with Faye Caddy and they had it planned, and they must have waited it out a fuck of a long time because even I didn't know I was coming in here till I did.
This cost serious money, it's more than Faye Caddy's asking.
Look, give us Lena's service provider, - we'll run it through the system.
- They changed contracts.
- She'll be under her mother's account.
- Well, give us Shirley's.
I cannot remember her maiden name.
All I'm getting is Blackpool and that's not a recollection, it's a judgment on her mam and dad.
OK, Miller, relax, Shirley's safely in a car on the way to the station.
Shirley? On her own? What the negligent fucking! We're not talking about Shirley! Nobody had a picture of fucking Shirley, did they? Where's Lena? The headmistress is driving her in personally.
- What the fuck, Miller?! - What, you don't say that first? No, it's just come through on me comms, you knob! - Right, this is evidence.
- Good, we'll need it.
All three suspects have got the same description - fat and mouthy, that's half of Manchester.
You swerving the lifts to avoid me, Viv? - No, I've just been to the cemetery.
- Stairs count as fresh air.
I heard.
Could it have been Beckett? Beckett always leaves his scraggy mark.
I don't think this is big enough for him.
Election day not big enough? If he's after disrupting factions at our expense, then weren't the Jews just waiting to be asked? Miller's family have just taken a threat to two of their lives.
- From who? - Faye Caddy is the only name we've flagged up, as yet.
All the others are TBC.
The point being that we've just proved a circuit.
Albion don't know who the mole is, hence the threat to Miller.
How can that not be a result, Marilyn?! Oh, and with your permission, we've upped resources to cover the election count tonight, yeah? Well, send us a budget for approval and choose your words carefully.
I did.
You have? It's spent.
If Beckett has been in Abel Lander's home ahead of you, then I would suggest additional protection, with additional funding that I would approve before expenditure.
I've made it my mission to stop you looking like such a bad girl on paper all of the time.
- Miller, you OK, kid? - They're nearly here.
Come here, come here.
They are, and they're safe.
I am so sorry that your family had to take a hit.
But this will have to be short-lived as down-time.
I need you at Bailey Street Mortuary.
Abel Landers, 78.
It's a controversial death.
- What the heck you wearing?! - It's from Sammy upstairs.
- It's all I could find.
- It's all right, I've done it before.
You'll look like a lovely taxpayer in front of Shirley.
- Oh, my God, darling! - Daddy! Sorry, love, that's my fault.
Sorry, sweetheart.
Come on, lads, let's give them a minute.
Mum doesn't want to talk to you.
Yeah, well, that didn't need saying, did it? She asked me to repeat it so she knew you wouldn't go barging - into your chief inspector's office.
- What, she's there? Somebody needs to give me some facts now.
OK, you were called Lena because neither me or your mum could stand up straight when you were conceived.
That's one fact.
Look, bad people threatened me today.
Well, that's only half true, otherwise, why are we here? They threatened me and mine.
But I swear to you, Lena, I am going to put these fuckers in their place.
Nobody's sworn since you left.
There's one for you, there's one for your mam.
The location's scrambled.
You choose a last minute holiday destination - one where there's barely any signal, just until the election dies down.
You and her, you have to be saying the exact same thing, you hear? And these will not send pictures, so the only risk of giving away your location is that.
Right, I mean hers, not yours.
Look after yourself.
Yeah, I will.
I know it's rude to squeeze, but I want what your dad can do.
Go on.
I need to know what Lander's death is.
Well, it'll have to be another Skype, ma'am, - cos I've a lot to answer for today.
- Another Skype? How many causes of death have you done down the line? Dennis's shifting money around.
It's coming into the house in used bundles, not from a bank, must be donors.
What kind of money? I'm counting nearly 40 grand.
That's usually about the price of a hit.
For Beckett to finish the job on Caroline McCoy? He killed a cop, why's it not a bonus? There's a suspected homicide at the Jewish Cemetery this morning.
Nah, I'd have heard chatter if it was sponsored.
Hello? Hello? I'm average looks.
Pretty good shape.
But really well hung.
Right y'are.
Can but ask.
Go on.
I've been asked to pack for a departure.
To where? It's usually Ireland, so that's Holyhead initially.
Point being, all phones are to be left behind.
- Categorically, I cannot wear a wire.
- Dennis is the only one Beckett trusts to deliver the wages personally? More than like, yes.
So we follow the money.
You do fuck! You follow me.
I'm heading into a wilderness with no means of communication.
You follow us.
You made yourself my handler, Dinah.
I need handling.
Everyone stay back, until we establish no booby traps.
If Beckett's been here, we need to know.
Don't move.
Clear! What the hell are you doing in there? What's your name? Sharania Kimbel.
Shaz.
I was having a last chance at remembering him.
And this.
I thought he'd have let the flat go after Clemmy died, but no, the paintwork looks new.
Good man.
God bless.
I asked for a nappy half an hour ago.
Now it's over to you.
Ma'am, this lady needs a bathroom, sharpish! Let 'em all through.
OK, clear a space for this lady, folks, or cover your feet! That's it, thank you.
He's got a Specials badge.
What's the face for, Mal? The deal, Inspector, where we tell you absolutely everything when we're heading into something, is meant to be reciprocal.
You've crossed the line today.
You failed to disclose something you must've known.
Abel Lander has five charges of tampering against his name.
There is no room for mithering here.
I'm not having you just telling us what you think we need to know in order to protect your own.
Five complaints, all by the same complainant because she's off her tits.
Diana Bagel.
No, no.
She's Diana Bagel.
And for your information, Inspector, the charges were totally overblown.
He's had a stack to deal with, old Mr Lander.
He never got over his wife.
He never lived on his own in his life.
He kept it spotless in case she was watching.
He was counting the days he'd be with her.
But he was strong as an ox.
He was going nowhere soon that I could see, not physically anyway.
From the telly, "You've never had Sky.
" From the toilet, "Respect your friends, wipe your arse.
" From the back of the door, "Got your kecks on, Abel?" He occasionally forgot his trousers.
Like he forgot many other things.
Only one lunatic persecuted him.
I only ever saw the shorts.
He never had his meat out to my knowledge.
Sorry, Ma'am.
I was in the manager's office.
She got past us.
How are you getting Disability if you can shift like a rat?! There's a dress coat of mine in there, I never dared ask it for back after she died.
You'll know it's mine, it's got my name in it.
Just from the chatter, we're convinced Albion had nothing to do with Lander.
That doesn't mean Beckett didn't.
Chatter, where? Can we clear the room for a guest, please? Ah, Jesus! If it's her mum again, we haven't time for fucking broken biscuit jigsaws.
Most of you know Moss.
- He's here to help.
- With respect, Ma'am, we're limited to what we can say in front of civilians.
C'mon, Spike.
Moss's got a Specials Badge.
And 45% of all Shomrim call-outs are for non-Jewish populations.
You're welcome.
Fancy a coffee, Moss? You've been at it since dawn.
OK, so, primary larvae in the neck wound tell us that Abel Lander died between seven and 10pm last night, corroborating witness accounts.
Enzymes at the wound tell us a fox got to him a couple of hours postmortem.
Although, evidence of a nose bleed could have been a credible incentive to a half-starved winter fox.
However that is not what killed an old Survivor, no.
Abel Lander died of a heart attack induced by a substantial overdose of anti-psychotics not prescribed for him.
And we all pray for his sake that the latter kicked in before the former.
Now for my money, this is way too piss-stained to be a Beckett.
Moss.
Abel was being stalked by Diana Bagel.
Nicknames are no good to us here, pal.
Fucking bagel That's her name.
Diana Bagel.
Look, I'm not a qualified practitioner, I know, but this woman is categorically off her effing head! - And she's on anti-psychotics.
- Yeah, correct.
You're not a qualified practitioner.
But the doctors who sectioned her at least three times to my knowledge presumably were.
I can get you their names if your system's too slow.
We've offered, but she's refusing I don't want any firearms anywhere near me.
You won't have a choice tonight.
No visible weapons! That is the whole point, Caroline.
You said you'd heard nothing from Beckett.
And that's the whole point.
I don't like what you're asking me to do.
Bulletproof kit for your own protection? Looking anything other than me! Viv! I've got this far using nothing but my own voice.
If I have to sit through my own election count dressed like R2D2, how is that expressing defiance? Or even confidence? With respect, Miss McCoy, you're not the only one with a family.
- We all deserve protecting.
- Yeah, I know.
I know! And I'm standing for election.
Standing! If all I'm doing is showing fear, then I might as well just spend the rest of the day in bed! For fuck's sake! Stuart, just tell them we need five minutes.
Fucking hell.
My make-up You are just the spit of your mum at school.
I know you're doing this for her.
I am, Viv, I'm trying to.
And I understand what you're saying.
Your whole campaign's been based on "I will not back down.
" But we need you alive to keep saying it.
Ma'am, Lionel Dirkin's in the building.
- Why?! - That is the last thing we need.
He knew there'd be cameras.
Hang on.
He'll be teeming with security, he always is.
Let's start milking it.
Let's get you out of here and home safely for a lot less than I can afford.
It's Stuart, isn't it? Can I just say, I really value what you do.
- All of you.
- You'll walk it, Caroline.
Can I keep this one? Miss McCoy.
I'm making no secret of who I'm voting for.
It'll pointedly be anybody but her.
There he goes again, you see.
For all of your allergies to minorities, mate, you just voted for one.
Yeah, but if you are worried, and you're not telling me, you know I'll do my nut, don't you? I do, but what's doing my nut is, we're going away and I don't know how long for.
So I want checking by somebody I know, not somebody from wherever it is we're off.
But if you are and I'm not hearing it, I'd be fucking furious, Bonnie.
We need to speak to a Diana Bagel.
Is that your mum? Can I ask what this is about? You can't, I'm afraid.
Aren't betting adverts depressing when you're not very good with numbers? Can we get them taken down? Come in.
Diana Bagel? I'm PC Tegan Thompson and this is Jonah Mitchell.
Poundshop batteries.
They just make them look like batteries.
Mrs Bagel, we need to talk to you about Abel Lander.
You've had that.
You're too late.
Can you tell me exactly what you mean by that? I've referred that tricky old nonce to the Home Office.
I had to.
You're welcome to tea, but the conversation's pointless.
They'll be putting a top team to take this way over your heads.
Sit down.
Abel Lander was found dead this morning, Mrs Bagel.
Next to his wife's grave.
Oh, my good Lord, the poor man! You tried having him convicted five times.
So?! I only wanted him to rot! I'm sorry to ask you this, but can I use your bathroom? Again? I can't help it! Leave her alone! Right, Ma'am, let's have a look at this.
CCTV from Abel Lander's sheltered housing.
Arrivals, departures, going back weeks.
Watch this pattern.
No, these are music students.
They're every Friday without fail.
Same today, except He never showed.
He can't have known he was dead.
We only released the name an hour ago.
- We'll need to talk to him.
- Yep.
Bang-on samples for intimidation of an officer.
Faye Caddy and a bloke with ovaries called Rosemary Beckwith, hands like shovels.
They need bringing in.
Hold your horses, Miller.
Your family's safe.
Now, with your respect and patience, I'm Gonna do fuck all! Seriously?! My family's had to be shipped over t'moors! You weren't rushing to show your face when they were nearby.
How's that my fault? I was barred! How's it not your fault, you twisted gusset!? Now, Faye Caddy is ours.
Please just cut me some slack until this election is over.
If we want to catch these people properly, we need to see how they're thinking first.
Ma'am, we just met Diana Bagel.
What do we reckon? I was having flashbacks to Misery.
Asked if I could use the bathroom.
I shot all the meds I could find in a two-minute sweep.
Ablimol's Quetiepine.
Quetiepine killed Lander.
I need a warrant for the arrest of Diana Bagel.
Ma'am, we've just seen him.
Is he? Yeah, that's Diana Bagel's son.
Keeping it in the family.
Fetch them both in.
Sam, can you tell us why you never turned up to? Ma'am, this is hopeless.
- Can I have a word outside? - What's he doing here?! - You can't be in here.
- I can if he is - that's my son.
Mr Finestein is Sam's nominated responsible adult.
Well, we know him.
We only know him for doing fuck all to help us.
Inappropriate language! - Beg your pardon.
Less than fuck all! - Right, you, out.
- Why would you pick him, Sam? - Come on, Mrs Bagel.
Get your fucking hands off me! Actually, we will step outside.
If either of them so much as speaks, you bring one of No, you hoof HIM out, right? You all right? - She said no talking.
- I'm asking if he's all right.
Ma'am, she's not fit to interview.
We should get Dr Peep in to do a psych assessment.
That's three hours I haven't got.
I need to know this isn't Beckett.
Fuck it.
Drop the charges on her and reinstate her as his guardian.
Can you tell us about your relationship with Abel Lander, Sam? No.
No, and who'd want to put that into words? Five reports, I filed.
What did I hear back from you lot? - He's fingering kids willy-nilly and - He's a music teacher.
He taught me music.
He's bluffing it because he got tampered with.
He's been trained through fear to keep it zipped, where you been? You're going to have to trick him into saying stuff.
- Absolutely not.
Never.
- Lie! Were you ever assaulted by Abel Lander? - Never.
- Lie! Mrs Bagel, this isn't working for us.
No, it won't.
Cos you're asking all the wrong questions.
It's like, I've heard nothing about lubricants and that's like step one for detectives.
I know.
Hm? Which force? Netflix.
I once made the mistake of telling her that Mr Lander opened the door with no kecks on.
She went ape.
Got fixated on I did not get fixated - I reacted like a mother should.
She got fixated enough to stop me from going and hounded Abel.
Both of us.
She kept ringing the cops, over and over and over again, repeating the first offence.
Repeating the first offence, yes, because I'd heard fuck all back! - Language! - Well, I hadn't! Did you ever transport medication that was prescribed to your mother to Abel Landers' house? Never.
Did Abel Lander ever have access to YOUR house? THAT'S A LIE! Mrs Bagel.
Either shut up or leave.
Well, I'm not shutting up.
- He came round when Mum went to Brittany.
- See? Huh! And what happened at your house, Sam? If you don't want to use the filthy words, Sam, you save them for a judge, yeah? We were trashing a keyboard I'd bought on eBay to make it look like it cost less than 90.
So she wouldn't find out I'd spent 220 - that was it.
He looked We had one of our best days.
He crapped on the sofa and I blamed the cat.
My cat? Interview terminated at 15:50.
You'll be released without charge, pending further investigation.
Fella.
You can't be in here unsupervised.
I was asked to leave the interview.
Yeah, back to the main building.
You're not allowed to loll here gathering selective intelligence.
I beg your pardon? Are you changing your mind about protecting one of your own? Well, don't.
You'd go down with her.
I think the kid did it.
Him? If Lander committed suicide, he couldn't be buried with his wife.
But how does that work? Who's kidding who, if Lander's complicit, if he knows it's coming? He'd have to specifically not know.
And we reckon he'd have it in him? He's the only person I know decent enough.
Ma'am.
If they're leaving, we need to get Sam's clothes off him.
Why not? Everybody else has.
With your permission? This is your handwriting? Yes.
So you spent a lot more time round there than just the lessons? Tonnes more.
You took care of him? Hey, no, no, no, mate.
Not cool.
We don't want anyone else in here.
Eh, look at me.
And you say nothing.
In fact .
.
how's your memory? Right, well, you remember every single word that got said in there, and you say nothing else.
Repeat only that, not one word more.
My dad fucked off an all.
Just bringing out the father in me.
Right, you can stick that lot back on.
I'm not interested.
Give him time to get dressed and take him back upstairs, please.
Can you spell that for me, please? Well, I've said I'll talk to him, so Yeah, put him through.
So sorry.
- Spike, now! - Sarge.
Interview terminated 16:06.
Excuse me.
Miller.
Yeah, listen, I'm hearing there was a power-outage at the labs this morning? I just paid ?8.
50 for a pair of tights.
No, I meanany of that stuff that needed spectrometry - you might want putting through again.
- Because? Oh, admissible evidence.
Or inadmissible - it's your shout.
Send everything back.
And tell them I'm not paying for it.
Too right, Ma'am.
Not only is it not beneath him to take the rubbish out, but he's found it in his heart to do it again.
Oh, Natalie, those are returned samples on stuff that went through earlier.
One of the inspectors is requesting re-runs.
Inspector Deering? Yeah, Deering.
And she's on the warpath, so Were you about to stick me back in your pocket? - Only because I have all this to - There's no-one else in here.
I've just heard Dinah and Spike are on the move.
Not on their own, they're not.
I've sent a bunch of brick shithouses, armed to the teeth.
I've put in a request for aerial surveillance, but it's not looking good at short notice.
We've got a tracker on the vehicle.
- Without a warrant? - What? Without a warrant.
What have we said? For your information, the tracker was fitted at the request of the owner.
Or one of the owners.
- But that's only just occurred to you now! - Big deal! We can't yet prove where the money's headed, but we're pretty certain it's going to end up with Beckett.
It was an act of expediency.
- But we file for the warrant? - Fine.
I didn't even want to go but I'm going to have to now.
Right, they've done a left.
No, wait.
He's pulled into the Rosehill Garden Centre.
How rock'n'roll's a garden centre for a drop off? This is Dennis.
He's making sure he's not being followed.
Pull over where you can.
ARU, turn off and sit back a few streets and await a go.
We're convinced it's not suspicious, just a cautionary stunt.
Copy that.
I'm not liking this.
We need eyes on it.
Listen, I'm sorry for flaring.
Do your family know that you care this much? No, they won't fucking listen, Ma'am.
Come in! I'm so sorry, Ma'am, but we've had three strikes on the evidence from Abel Lander's flat.
No, I bow to rank when it's not just us, Natalie.
Oh, sweet Jesus! No disrespect to Abel Lander, but this is like a fucking birthday! There's a partial print that couldn't fully put Faye Caddy at the sceneexcept her DNA's under one of Lander's fingernails.
It's only a micro sample, but it's a 98% match from a 2015 arrest.
Gavin, who is the duty magistrate on? Well, if he knows it's me, he'll take it in the bath.
We need a warrant drafting for Faye Caddy, now.
I can save you a lot of trouble finding her, cos I know exactly where she'll be by, sayteatime.
Take a team.
But make sure we're watching the watchers, yeah? Have you got me a name? It's my career, if anyone finds out.
It's your family, if you don't.
By the way, you can move them as much as you want but it's never taken us more than ten days to find anybody.
If only you had that many days left, Faye.
What? What you? Fuck off! What you doing? I don't even know you! I don't even know him.
Look, I'm on me own, here.
I didn't believe it either, but he is - he's with the police.
First time your name cropped up, threatening behaviour.
Shouted "parasite" at a three-year-old blind girl in public.
She wasn't blind.
That was the point - her parents were milking it! Parasite? From you? She could see better than me.
And the definition of that word is what got me acquitted - she was a three-year-old girl, of course she's a parasite.
Look, I'm going to start screaming in a minute.
I think you need to calm down and listen.
cos this is the only chance you're going to get to find out - what Dennis is going to make of all this.
- All what? You're about to be charged with the hate crime murder of Abel Lander.
Who?! I'll leave it to a jury to work out how you tried framing Diana Bagel using medication specific to someone with an enduring grudge.
I categorically don't know anyone called fucking Bagel.
You won't get this to stick past the first lawyer.
It's actually going to stick like shit to a blanket, Faye, because you left DNA traces at both addresses - the one you burgled to nick the meds and blame a schizophrenic with a vendetta Oh, fuck off! I wouldn't touch a schizophrenic with a barge pole.
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and Lander's flat, where you spiked his drink.
Oh, right.
Is this what your "science department" does? It plants evidence? No, Faye.
We tell stories with solid objects.
No-one's going to swallow that shit.
And I'll have alibis.
Dennis isn't going to vouch for you! This is a receipt you signed for police money.
That's your signature.
That signature was for 50 quid off the BBC, which you've got by deception.
And, point of law, I never got that money.
Well, the tough shit for you, Faye, is that you were the only one who actually signed their own name.
And when Dennis sees six backdated payments for non-specific services, same dabs on each one, well, face it, you couldn't look more like a mole.
And also face it - this is you, talking to the most dead cop in our world on the day she died.
Now, it'll be suggested that she was handling you.
Of course, there's stuff we'll never know, what with Joy .
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taking secrets to her grave.
Now, I think you're safer copping for Lander than Dennis waiting for you to get out and pay his dues for loyalty.
Now, I never got the chance to say Don't fuck with me, Faye, so this is sort of me saying it twice.
I don't know why you're threatening me with that.
You're the only one that sounds remandable on there.
No, I'm going to store it for my daughter so she can hear it after I'm dead.
Inspire her to make sure that you're kept where you're put.
See, if nothing else, she's got my gob.
They picked here because he knew the camera system only covered staff vehicles.
Wasn't an accident Bonnie, that wasn't quick.
- You all right? - No! What? There's a proper Shell stop in two minutes.
But no, I go to Little Geoff and spent ten minutes wiping piss off the seat and Gavin, we need some navigational help, get the big map out.
We've picked up some location markers.
We're looking for a Little Geoff shack, near-ish to a Shell stop.
Within a couple of miles of a Shell stop.
What're we looking for? You're on speaker.
Miller's here, Is that OK? Yeah, or I'll fuck off if you want.
Actually, Gavin, put Miller on the map and you trace a number for me.
07700 900 463.
We need to know where it's heading.
We're assuming westbound.
He certainly looks like it's going to swing your way.
- He looks haunted.
- And he made a shit decision.
He kept his kids off school when no-one else was allowed to.
It's a hard judge who'd twat a fella for sheltering his family.
I don't care, he knows it.
Even if he wins, he's fucked.
Whoa, you mad bitch! Sorry, Ma'am.
What were you told? Stuart escorts you from the vehicle, ONLY when the other team arrive for shelter.
Sorry.
It's nerves.
OK, yeah, so the only Little Geoff they could have hit that's near a Shell stop is Springhill Cross.
Yeah, that's not too far from here.
Let's go.
We've got them located, currently in a village called Brompton Mead.
- ARU, are you getting this? - Yes, we are.
Don't stay too far back.
Actually, the opposite.
Since we've got a good idea of where we're heading, - I want you to split up.
Dinah, - I want you to stay on the A537.
- Will do.
- ARU units, approach from the eastbound - to avoid exposure.
- Understood, Ma'am.
Can you just explain something? If I could, I would, but I can't, babe, no.
I meant, why we have to lose a Jag and end up in an old Corolla with duff heating? Right, we're looking for a Corolla! Well done, missus.
Fuck, she knows her stuff.
I repeat, a Corolla, heading westbound towards Liverpool.
That really narrows it down, Spike.
She's not as scared as I am, is she, Ma'am? She's not, Stuart.
Can I have all metal objects in the trays please, then step forward for scanning, folks.
Madam Mayor.
If you'd lost tonight, were you going to break in with these? That is just running one home and one business.
On the night of the hustings, were the candidates searched? Was Caroline? No, they were all fast-tracked.
Why? Ma'am, I'm not getting this.
This is too much meandering for just heading for Holyhead on an A-road.
- Ma'am? - I'm agreeing with you, Spike.
Springhill Cross I've seen Springhill Cross on paperwork recently.
Ma'am, it's Dirkin's house.
Seriously? They're going to Dirkin with the money? We thought he funded them.
Jesus, what's the gun for? Gun? Dennis, where are we going? They've asked me to kill Beckett.
But I've decided not to.
What the fuck does that mean? We haven't led Bonnie down the garden path here, have we? I mean likeliterally? No, scratch that, no, no.
He's not going to pop a woman who's carrying his kid, is he? He would if he thinks it's not his.
- Well, is it? - No.
Apparently not.
Dinah, you're going to have to drop your speed for me, darling.
They've just turned into Dirkin's house.
Get out the car! Put your hands up! Out the car, now! Armed police, armed police! Move! Dirkin's been hit.
One in the chest, one in the balls.
His boyfriend identified Beckett.
He got off before we arrived.
Beckett is still alive.
And the incumbent mayor, Kashif Hassan, 13,246 votes.
Leaving Miss Caroline McCoy with an overall majority of 24,321 votes.
I hereby announce that Caroline McCoy, Independent, is duly elected Mayor of the City of Manchester.
People of Manchester, we salute you!! Oh, my sweet Jesus.
He meant to miss.
He meant to miss.
Madam Mayor.
So our girl is dead so that bint could become a politician? Things are going to change now that I'm Mayor.
Dinah's going to go mental.
I'll be seeing you both in about a month.
All we've got is Dennis Caddy.
- Well, you can't just release him.
- No, I want him working for us.
- Can I just have a word, Ma'am? - What have you done?