Babylon (2014): Season 1, Episode 4 - Babylon - full transcript

Hello, this is Caroline Carey.
Please leave a message.

Caroline, it's Liz. 5:35 a.m.

Please don't use the Richard story.
Call me. It's urgent.

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It's Liz again. 6:05.

If you value your contacts here, I
urge you to think long and hard

about what this story could do. We
could talk about other options.

Right, shall we
begin without him?

What's the latest on the
coffee shop bomber?

We've got hold of some
decent CCTV images.

Er...



I think we should release
them to the press.

Liz, can we?

SO15 need 12 to 20 more hours
to work on the phone analysis.

Why give the maniac
a head start?

Because we could get us a positive
ID in 20 minutes, not 20 hours,

in time to stop him detonating another
device and killing someone this time.

A grainy photo of
man in coffee shop?

The only person who will
ID that is the bomber,

and he won't be calling
Crime Stoppers, will he?

- Hello?
- He'll accelerate his bombing campaign

- or just disappear.
- Yes it is.

Well, I think we'll need to wait
for the Commissioner's view.

- What if the Commissioner's view is...
- Oh, no.

"Why did you sit around on
your arses waiting for me?"



I see.

Thank you.

What is it?

It's... Richard.

He's been... They're
saying he's been found.

Where?

In the Thames.

I mean, I...

I just can't believe...

- Was there a note?
- Nothing on the body.

- Do we have a time?
- I don't think the post mortem's been...

Well, it needs to be.

I'll get on to them.

Shit.

Who's gonna handle the
investigation if it turns out...

If there was foul play?

What are the lines of enquiry?
Republican dissidents?

- Any other threats?
- We don't have anything live.

We need to put out some
kind of a press statement.

Can't we take half an hour?

Do you think the national media
will be taking half an hour?

A great man is gone. That's
your press statement.

But, first, I need
to do the knock.

I'm not having Jen find out from
some spotty constable or Facebook.

Another suspect package
has been found

at the coffee stand
in the Harrow Road.

Hello.

That's the same chain as
the Thameside Centre.

- Jesus!
- Right, one second.

It's Number 10.

Er...

Yes. Right.

Sharon, can you do the knock?

Yes, of course.

Can you tell Jen I'll see
her as soon as I can.

Uh-huh.

Liz, as soon as that's done, you
need to put a press statement out.

Finn, I'll need you
on the bombings.

Thank you, everybody.

Hello, this is Caroline Carey.
Please leave a message.

Prime Minister?

It's Liz again. Please call
me as soon as you can.

Whoa, whoa.

I can't... I can't do this.

I just don't think I can do it.
The knock.

Okay. What is the problem?

Erm. Oh...

This is going to come
as a shock to you,

but Richard was a...

He enjoyed the
company of women...

Intensely.

He and I...

Oh.

We had a night together,
six, seven years ago.

We were in the Hague for
a Europol conference.

The Novotel.

It was just a night,
although for a while I

thought it could have
been more than that.

Although it's probably good...

No, it's definitely
good that it wasn't.

Well, I've never said more
than hello to his wife,

but the look in her eye
when she sees me...

He must have told her.
And I don't think

Richard's old flame should be the one
to tell his wife her husband's dead.

Okay. He didn't tell her.

Richard wanted to protect
Jennifer from...

Everything.

That look in her eye is just...

Your conscience
looking back at you.

You are the perfect
person to tell her,

because you cared about him.

Thank you, Liz.

When you've done it, will you let me know?
Because I need to speak to Jennifer.

Okay.

You didn't sleep
with him, did you?

- No.
- Okay, good.

I mean, not that it matters.
I mean, you could have.

It wouldn't make any
difference to me.

I just wanted to
know where we stand.

Everyone's outside. The
press release is ready.

I just can't believe this
is actually happening.

Oh. I'm sorry.

If you want we can
do this later.

Not that much later, but, a bit.

No, it's fine. It's just
very, very sad, you know.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Richard's why I'm here.

Just keep on doing what you do.
What you're best at doing.

That's what he
would have wanted.

What he wanted was
to drown himself.

I'm not sure he was too concerned
with PR policy going forward.

We don't know for sure
that it was suicide.

Yes, we do.

I do.

Richard was having sex with his
physio and his sister-in-law...

- Fucking hell! And the
press found out about it.

Caroline Carey.

- Richard knew.
- Does Inglis know about this?

You've got to tell him. And
Finn, you've got to...

I have to talk to
Caroline Carey.

I have to...

I have to buy us some time.

I have to talk to Richard's wife
and warn her about the article.

Right. Okay.

He called me.

- Late last night.
- What did he say?

I don't know.

I ignored the call.

I should have answered the call.
Maybe I could have...

I'm sure you couldn't.

Not because you're not a
very sensitive person

and a great communicator, but...

Because no one could.

Okay?

Erm...

Listen, I think you
should talk to Inglis.

Hi, everyone. Sorry to pull you
from your desks, but there's news.

And I wanted you to
hear it from me.

In breaking news, the body of London
Police Commissioner Richard Miller

was found in the River
Thames early this morning.

At 7:39 a.m., his body was found
by the marine policing unit.

Initial unconfirmed reports
indicate it may have been suicide.

We'll bring you more details
as soon as we have them.

No way was it suicide.

What's your theory then?

Strangled by an angry eel?

Poisoned by the Russians.

You serious?

See, I reckon he was
out on the lash.

Tried to swim to the other side
for a bet, and it all went wrong.

Poisoned, then drowned?

Well, belts and braces, innit?

Nah.

I reckon he felt guilty
about the bombing.

Maybe he realised how much
he'd fucked up our pension pot

and did the decent thing.

Ah, not the pensions again Banj.

Yeah, sorry. I'm thinking
about my future.

Is it all right if I
do that for a bit?

Sorry, is that so
fucking mental?

It's not mental, mate. It's
just incredibly fucking boring.

Suicide. It's like
a locked room.

I guess that's
kind of the point.

Bloody hell.

Don't do it, Clarkey.

He could have been
a secret homo.

'Cos it does happen, you know.
Like them politicians, right,

who jump into limos to go to Hampstead
Heath to suck off tramps. I've seen it.

I tell you what I don't get about
gays though right, I mean,

who'd choose a dirty,
smelly, stinking arsehole

over a lovely, mmm, juicy pussy.

I mean, it don't
make sense, does it?

Ahh, Jesus!

How long we gonna be guarding
an empty coffee shop?

It's not empty. There's
a thrill seeker

behind you having the world's
most dangerous espresso.

- Hmm.
- Excuse me...

Hi, how you doing?

Everything go okay with Banjo?

- Yeah.
- Good. Great.

I mean, poor guy, but... Great.

What about you and Sandy?

Yeah, not bad.

She didn't smash anything.

Apart from my bust of Julius Caesar,
but that was a replica, so...

Trojan 131, or any Trojan unit
to assist local officers.

Bomb scene. MP over.

MP received by Trojan 131.

Jesus Christ.

About the pussies
and the arseholes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy tiger.

Nina took my fucking keys again.
Stupid bitch.

- Oi.
- Thing is mate, Tony's gay.

Yeah, right.

What, him and the Black
Arrow spend all night

fucking each other with
left-handed screwdrivers?

No joke, mate. For real.

Well, he don't look gay.

Yeah, well, they're
not all Chatty Man.

See ya later.

Yeah.

On the bombings, the device

was successfully disposed of,

and the phone search
has yielded a hit.

I think they've traced the
bomber to a houseboat.

Specialist Firearms are
preparing for a raid.

- What the fuck?
- I have to take this.

"Top cop driven to suicide
by multiple affairs."

What's this?

Is this... Bullshit.
What the fuck's this?

It's not bullshit.

I knew about it.
Richard knew about it,

- yesterday.
- Yesterday?

Why didn't you tell us
about it yesterday?

I tried to get the story buried.

Richard was in a very difficult
situation which I...

Which you completely
failed to get him out of.

His sister-in-law.

He was fucking his sister-in-law.
What should I have done?

Flown around the earth
and turned back time?

Arranged a private meeting
where he could un-fuck her?

- You could have asked for my help.
- And you'd have done what, exactly?

I've known Caroline
Carey for 15 years.

I could have talked to her.
Threatened her, if necessary.

Don't you think I have a file
full of dirt on hacks like her?

You wanted to save the
world all by yourself.

You couldn't bear to ask
your sidekick for help.

And we are where we are. And
Richard is where he is.

His sister-in-law
and his physio?

What a player.

I didn't think someone his
age would have the energy.

She must be a good physio.

Can't believe he thought
he could get away with it.

Can't believe he was shagging that many
birds but still wanted to kill himself.

So, listen, Tone.

I don't know if this was
a wind-up right, but...

But Banjo said you're gay.

Yeah. I am, as it goes.

What? Well, you could
have told me, man.

I mean, you made me
look like a right twat

talking about pussy and
arse and all that shit

and all that stuff I said about
Elton John and the batty men.

So I have to announce
that I'm gay

so that you don't forget to
pretend not to be a homophobe?

Well, yeah, because I ain't
one of them, all right?

Right.

So, what's it
actually like then?

You know, bumming?

Jesus Christ!

An actual cock up your arsehole?

- You ever had a bit of double trouble?
- Eh?

Skiing?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- What?
- False alarm.

Phoned in by a rival trainer
shop round the corner.

Fucking time-wasters.

And who'd wanna bomb a shoe, apart
from the fucking Shoe Bomber?

Actually, you know what? Maybe
I'd like to bomb their shoes,

- teach them a fucking lesson.
- Banjo.

We've only got room
for one loose cannon,

so we don't need you declaring
jihad on sandals, all right?

Yeah?

Hey, what's going on?

Ah, it's just pissin' me off.
Davs is acting up.

Excuse me, sir.

I have reason to believe you're
smoking a marijuana cigarette.

It's a fag.

That's an unacceptable
homophobic expression.

I'm gonna have to
arrest you for that.

I ain't done nothing
wrong, mate.

All right Marco, don't
shit your kit, mate.

It's me, innit?

Robbie!

Fucking hell! Robbie,
from school.

Don't do that, mate, you proper got
me, you little cuntstable, you.

Shit, Hopwood. Warwick's camera.

Kicking off in Victoria Park,
houseboat raid, high-priority.

Roger that. We'll meet you over at the RVP
as soon as this location has been secured.

What, you're calling
in the bomb unit?

Will do, yeah, if need be.

Heckler and Koch, MP5 sub-machine gun
with nine mil hollow point ammo.

Can I have a go?

Mate, I'm a highly trained firearms
officer. If you had a "go",

you'd probably end up shooting
yourself in the arse or somethin'.

You mug. Shoot myself!

I'm Prestige Level
10, Call of Duty.

- Yeah? Black Ops.
- Yeah?

Yeah, Warwick's conducting
interviews at a rival sport shop,

who may or may not have
made a hoax threat.

Warwick's at another sports shop on his
own, and you're just here waiting for him?

That's right, yeah.

Okay, well when Warwick's
done with his secret

mission, get the fuck
over there, okay?

Yes, sir.

Cheers, guv.

Jesus fucking Christ.

We need to do something. We
need to get him signed off.

What is the long-term plan here?

Cardboard cut-out? Inflatable
fucking Warwick in the back seat?

The long-term plan is we
take care of our own.

Unless you're more worried about Hopwood
signing off on your sergeant's application?

Oh, fuck off, Banj.

Oh!

Robbie big balls!

Well, I'm glad you got
yourself a big metal dick,

'cos last I remember, your real
dick was like a tiny little worm.

At least that's what
Tanya used to tell me.

Do you remember Tanya Tucker?

Look, I'm just looking
out for a mate.

What, getting him relieved of duty?
How's that looking out for him exactly?

He almost broke his own fucking
front door down this morning.

Is that the guy that you want back
on the streets holding a gun?

Why don't you suck on
my big metal dick, huh?

How about you suck on that? Go on.
How about that. Suck on that!

What you sayin' now? You ain't
sayin' much now, are ya?

Hello, sir. I just want
to apologise for my

colleague's over familiar
conduct just then.

- Lf you do need to make a complaint...
- Yeah.

I'm gonna provide you with a number
that you can call, all right?

- What the fuck?
- Look, it's cool,

I know him from school, innit?

He's a twat, he used to...

I don't care how many
wedgies he gave you.

He's an unarmed member of the
public and you just threatened him

with a loaded firearm.

If you ever do anything
like that again,

you're gonna be out the child seat,
straight down the fucking disposal chute.

Do you understand me?

Do you understand me?

All right.

Okay. Let me know
when you're ready.

- Yep, ready boss.
- Yep.

Okay, don't get shot.

Someone needs to
talk to his wife.

Tell her never to switch on her TV
or look at her phone, ever again.

The last person Jen needs
to speak to is you.

I was doing my job. My job
was to protect Richard.

Well, I think we can safely say
that isn't your job any more.

Okay, the perimeter's secured and the
firearms team is ready to go in.

Sir, I thought you should know a news
portal has hacked into the drone feed.

Jesus Christ.

- How did they get that?
- I don't know.

Well, if it's out
there, it's out there.

Well, this isn't meant
to be fucking out there.

If this lunatic smothers his
ballbag in nitroglycerin,

I don't want his testicles
exploding in twenty million faces.

- Kill the feed.
- Are you sure?

This is operational.

Donny team, moving in.

Not public relations.

We don't need that footage.
We can fly blind. Kill it.

Yes, sir.

Armed police! Armed
police, get down...

Armed police. Armed police.
Get down.

Armed police. Get down.

Get down! Get down now!

Armed police.

Fire!

Galley clear.

Clear.

All clear. Nothing happening. He's been
here but I think he's buggered off.

There was definitely
someone here.

Right, stand down.

Okay. Stand down.
Let's get EXPO in.

Well, perhaps the
forensics will give us...

For fucking's sake!

Hello. One second.

It's the Home Secretary.

Oh, Christ.

Yeah, we're just trying to
locate him now, actually.

Just give it to me.

Home Secretary?

- All right?
- Cheers.

There was a call-out today, and,

Hopwood came by and we
had to cover for you.

Yeah, and we did a shit
job, so sorry about that.

Yeah, look I...

Think that it might be time to
look at getting you signed off.

- Signed off?
- Yeah, so that you can get some treatment

- or...
- Treatment? What, what you think

I'm some sort of nutcase?

No, we just want what's
best for you, mate.

Oh, when you tell Hopwood
that I can't handle it,

do you think he'll be all like,
"Oh, that's fine Warwick,

"have a lie down, let
me get you a cushion."

Or do you think he'll
make sure that

I never pick up a gun again in
case I shoot someone's gran

- thinking they're Jack the fucking Ripper?
- All right.

I think that you just need some proper
time off to get your head straight.

This job is who I am.

It's not about the guns. It's
about the team. It's about us.

I thought we were the
fucking Avengers.

- Aren't we?
- Course we are.

Aren't we?

Yeah.

Yeah, we are the
fucking Avengers.

Issue a lockdown.

A man fitting his description
was spotted near the houseboat.

"Bomber on the loose, police in turmoil"
all over the front pages. Fucking great.

It'd be a good day for the
Queen to come out as gay

and set herself on fire on The One Show.
Tom, can you arrange that?

Um...

It's a joke.

Look, I don't think this
necessarily reflects badly on you.

Some commentators
are making a link,

that Richard was too preoccupied
with personal issues

- and dropped the ball on the bomber.
- Who wrote that?

I'll issue a rebuttal.

We don't have time
to issue rebuttals.

- We need to make time.
- Look,

our job is to support
the head of this force.

Yesterday that was
Richard Miller,

today it's Acting
Commissioner Charles Inglis.

We could not save his life, but
we can save his reputation.

What are you going to do with his
reputation once you've saved it?

Put a hat on it? Stand it in the corner,
ask it to make operational decisions?

The fact is, Richard's
affairs, the bomber.

These are situations
we inherited.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning you can't
libel the dead.

So, we make ourselves
look whiter than white

while we load up Richard's plate
at the salad bar of shame?

I knew Richard better
than any of you.

He was one of my oldest friends.

But Finn's right. We've got too much
going on to focus on his legacy.

Sharon, I'd like you to
personally spearhead

the TSG operation
at Victoria Park.

I don't want to tread on the
Chief Superintendent's toes.

No, I need my best
people on this so...

I'll walk you to your car.

Yes.

Liz, have you got a minute?

So, Charles and I
have been thinking.

It might make sense to streamline
things at the top of the department.

- Streamline?
- Yeah.

You and Richard were
a great double act,

and when great double acts end,

going solo's always
going to be difficult.

Art Garfunkel, Liam Gallagher,

Frankenstein's monster,
are just some examples.

Right.

We all know how close
you and Richard were.

If you're implying that
we were having some

sort of relationship,
that's total bullshit.

I would never imply that.

I don't need to imply that, because I
have Richard's mobile phone records.

This is from last night.

"I need to talk to you," 22:13.

- "Call me," 22:16.
- Those were not romantic.

Funny how you didn't mention
it when he was missing?

The thing is, Liz, I always think it's
best to have a policy of transparency.

Are you threatening me?

- Are you firing me?
- Of course not.

The terms of your contract
are clear and inarguable.

But, if you were to decide that today
was the day to move on, then...

That's a decision the Acting
Commissioner would support,

with the utmost regret.

Maybe you should go home
until this all dies down.

We can say you needed
some time off.

Let me know how you
want to spin it.

Hi, it's Davina,
leave a message.

Look, where are you? What
the fuck's going on?

Call me back.

The agent said if I didn't put down a
deposit today it would have gone like that.

You've got to move fast,
the market's insane.

What, so you've actually moved out?
Like, this is your flat?

- Our flat.
- Right.

I mean, we didn't
actually decide, but...

I mean, I haven't lived in
a flat for like 10 year.

Oh, my God. Did you
ram-raid a petrol station?

Sorry, it's an air bed but,

the honeymoon suite awaits.

Nice. Although you know my back.

Maybe we should go to a
Premier Inn just for tonight?

Hi, it's Davina.
Leave a message.

Look, who is it?

Is it one of your exes?

Is it Chris, that
slimy piece of shit?

Trojan 131 or any Trojan.

Positive ID on a firearm at
a nightclub, E3, MP over.

All received by Trojan 131.

Come on, Banjo.

Call me.

Let's rock and roll.

Young IC3, male.

Positive ID on a firearm. Exterior
nightclub. Northside, over.

Call received. Over.

Right, so no shots fired.
If you see a shooter,

then challenge him. But if you need
to deal with it, then deal with it.

If you want you can
stay with the Trojan.

- What, and look after your thermos?
- Piss off, mate, I just...

I'm on it. Serious as cancer.

Rhythm is a dancer.

- See? I told you he was good to go.
- Sure, mate.

Right, Robbie, go red.

Warwick, cover ahead. I'm
gonna go green. Okay?

Fucking hell, bruv!
That's a bit heavy!

Clear the fucking arches!

Oh, fuck off.

Got two guys scrapping.

Get out of my fucking way!
Get the fuck out the way!

I can't see shit. Move.
Fuckin' move. Move.

Right, I've got pole position.

Robbie, stay right.

In position.

Get back.

- Yo, what's goin' on?
- I said, get back.

- I just wanna get to the club.
- I'm not gonna ask you again, all right?

This is an armed incident. Get
to the back of the arches.

Leave it out, man.

Was that a shot?

Was that a shot?

Dunno. Moving in.

Warwick, is it a gun?

Armed police. Put the
weapon down now.

I've got the shot.

Warwick?

What, do you wanna fucking die?

What the fuck is that, man?

What's that? What the
fuck is that, bruv?

What the fuck, man? No.

What the...

Apply first aid!

- What the fuck?
- I had to take the shot.

You didn't take the shot.
I had to take the shot.

He's fucked!

Okay, just tell me what
happened in your own words.

I was by the car.

We all heard a shot.

There was a kid on the ground.

Yeah, you got another kid
standing over him about to shoot.

He had a gun, but I didn't...

Yeah, Warwick had visual on the gun.
Suspect was about to fire...

You could see that
Warwick could see a gun?

Yeah, he saw the gun, but he
didn't have a clear shot.

But I did. I took the shot.

- After a verbal warning?
- After a verbal warning, yeah.

You murdering fuckers!

Marmite, marmalade.

The two marms.

It's the English double whammy.

It's bitter, but surprisingly moreish.
Like me.

In the big picture,
it's just a sidebar.

Everyone's talking about the
suicide, the sister-in-law.

No one will pay any attention.

No one except
everyone who matters.

You could sue.

How long would that take?
A year? Two?

It's not going to save
my reputation or my job.

Make a clean break of it then.

Didn't the Deputy Mayor
offer you a cool job?

Nah.

I don't think they'd take me now.
I'm toxic waste.

Besides, London Assembly, it's a
bit Youth Parliament, isn't it?

If it ceased to exist, would anyone
notice for the first 12 months?

It's Boris Bikes. The Olympics.

Tube strikes.

You know, all that great shit.

- You could always go back to Instagram.
- I'm not going back to Instagram.

She was briefly employed
here, as a physiotherapist.

- Is that on the record?
- Yeah, of course. I am the bloody record.

Can I quote you on that?

- Hi, John...
- Is it true?

Yep, there is
absolutely no evidence

that the late Commissioner
was involved in the bombing

other than working
hard to prevent it.

- Mia Connroy.
- Is it true that...

Morning, everyone.

Unfortunately, Liz won't be coming
in today, she's not feeling well.

Norovirus. She might be out for a few days.
Or a few weeks. Or a few months.

So, if anyone has time perhaps
they can organise a whip round

for a bottle of Lucozade
and some grapes?

So, Victoria Park lockdown.

- You need to see this.
- What?

Fatal shooting
outside a nightclub.

For fuck's sake. Dead
Commissioner, dead teenager.

Can everyone please just stop
dying, just for a minute?

"Boy shot by armed
cops." Not great.

No, no, no, no. Look, look.

"Criminal brandishing lethal weapon
taken down by armed officers

"using appropriate force to protect
innocent members of the public."

That's your headline. There are
no "dead boys" in this story.

The photo's just come through.

- He does look sort of boyish?
- "Boy" to me is five or younger.

- Has this gone out yet?
- No, we need to sign off on it.

Source another photo.
A more grown-up one.

Feel free to Photoshop on a
beard, or at least some stubble.

I'm shitting you.

- Right.
- Look.

The headline is, "Good
guys don't carry guns."

Unless they're us.

And see what background you can dig up.
We need to give the full context. Yes?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Mia Connroy.

All right, we're gonna go
live now to our reporter,

Jonah Hull, who's at the
scene of the shooting.

Jonah, is this turning into the worst
week in Scotland Yard's history?

Well, it certainly
seems that way.

The Thameside Bomber
is still at large,

and of course earlier we heard

about the Commissioner, Richard
Miller's apparent suicide.

And now in the early hours of this
morning outside this warehouse,

a black teenager has been shot
and killed by armed police.

Intelligence from within the force
suggests that Karl Jeffries,

who had a history of involvement
with drugs and gangs,

was armed and
considered dangerous...

They are briefing
against the victim.

May have been linked to an ongoing
dispute between rival gangs...

Oh, the gangsta pose.

Why not go all the way and just Photoshop
him standing between Tupac and Biggie?

God! Finn is ripping up
everything Richard tried to do.

24 hours, it will all be gone.

Ah, don't tell me, let me guess.

Saint Richard, the
Sacred Shagger?

Don't.

Acting Commissioner Charles Inglis has yet
to make a statement about the shooting.

God!

Mia Connroy.

- Hi, Mia, Sam. Listen, I...
- Right, listen.

"A challenging time for
us all at Scotland Yard."

Not "crisis," not "freefall," and
certainly not "meltdown." Yeah.

Hi, Mum, can I call you back?
It's not a good time. Okay.

Mia Connroy.

Why are you briefing against
a dead 17-year-old?

- Oh, hi, Liz.
- How does Finn

think it's going to play out when a few
"drug convictions" and "gang connections"

turns into one caution for
cannabis and a few dodgy friends

in an area where everyone's
friends are dodgy?

Well, I guess the thinking was to
limit the damage of the "boy" angle.

Age isn't the angle.
It's "black teenager",

emphasis on "black".

The tale as old as time, the
institutionally racist police.

Actually, one of the
officers involved was black.

I'm sending you his details.

Maybe that's a good approach? "We
are a multiracial police force

"and a multiracial team was
involved in the incident."

This might sound weird, I'm just, I'm not
actually 100% on whether or not he's black.

Well, he's definitely black.

Or mixed race. But I mean mixed
race is black, isn't it?

I mean, my gut feeling when I looked
at this picture was "black guy."

That's the test, isn't it?

I don't think that's the
official UN procedure, no.

Maybe he's Asian? Or Greek?
Like Dappy from N-Dubz?

I think if we claimed the
Greeks as multiracial

we'd get shafted by everyone,
including the Greeks.

- Can we call him?
- And ask if he's black?

- Are we allowed to do that?
- No, we are not allowed to do that.

Oh, he's Turkish. The
opposite of Greek.

The point is, let's not make Mistake
101, "Smearing The Dead Guy"

I'll send you a draught
of a new statement.

- Okay, but Finn...
- Mia...

I have always thought
you had big balls.

Now is the moment to grab
those balls with both hands.

- Right?
- Look,

just...

Help me do the right thing.
Please?

Hi, I'm Matt Coward from
Matt Coward Productions.

Is Liz Garvey available? I
have an exciting proposal

I'd like to show her.

- I'm afraid Liz is off sick.
- Lovesick?

What? It's in the papers.

Come to pay your
respects, have you?

I'm first in line, matey-boy.

Miles. Great to see you.

Two words. Fuck off.

Three more. Go fuck yourself.

So, it's a lockdown for
three square miles.

All public and private
transport is suspended.

We're asking you lot to team
up with Specialist Firearms

for house to house search.

Must have a good sniff if they're sending
top brass to mix it up with the grunts.

Now City Hall are making us sweat.
If we don't find him in a few hours,

we'll have to lift the cordon.

The guy you're looking for
could be a walking bomb.

So, be careful.

So, beds...

I know lkea's a bit
90's, but it's cheap.

And everyone loves a Swedish
meatball and some mini Daim bars.

It's Banjo.

What's that, call number 20? You
need to put up a Chinese wall.

How about we play "First to find
the psycho gets to finger Davs"?

So I'll be doing all the work and
fingering myself, as per usual.

I've got to take this.

Look, I can't really
talk at the minute.

Shot a kid.

What?

It was dark and Warwick was...

He was only a kid
and I shot him.

I killed a kid, Davs.

A peaceful, quiet East
London neighbourhood,

which had been enjoying
a perfectly normal day,

has suddenly become the centre
of an intense police manhunt.

Sorry to bother you. We're
just asking a few...

If I leave now, everyone's gonna say
that he wasn't right in the head,

that he was under emotional strain.
Maybe he was. Maybe if I hadn't...

Oh, so it's your fault he
pulled the trigger now?

- Or is it mine?
- No, I'm not saying that,

- I'm just saying...
- No, I'm not saying it's not horrible.

But he's using it to
emotionally blackmail you,

and it's working a treat.

Clarkey, he's under
investigation.

He'll lose his job,
he'll lose everything.

Excuse me, sir, you're not
permitted to leave the premises.

I need to go to work. Look,
I'm late for a meeting.

There's a lockdown on the area.

Has anyone tried to come to
the door, enter the property?

No.

If you see anything suspicious,
let us know, yeah?

Look, I know he's under investigation, but
can't you see this from my point of view?

Clarkey, this is really
stressful for him.

Can you not see that?

So, what you gonna do?

I don't know.

- Boys.
- Good man.

All right, mate?

What the fuck's this?

White wine spritzer.
I just thought...

What, you thought I'm gay,
so I must drink white wine?

Well, it's still a pint, innit?

Fuck off.

What you all gonna
say at the IPCC?

All right Banj, you know we're not supposed
to consult before the one-on-ones.

We're not consulting. Consulting's like
when you see a specialist about your ankle.

We're just chatting over a pint.

No one said you can't
have a nice chat.

I'm just gonna tell
'em what happened.

I saw him pointing something
at the other kid's head,

but I couldn't tell if...
What he was holding...

What do you mean, you couldn't
tell what he was holding?

It weren't a crayon,
or a green pepper.

It was a gun.

Yeah, I saw I saw the gun. Right
in his hand. Definite gun.

I can't believe I missed it.

You've just got to trust
your judgement, all right?

It was noisy, it was dark.
But there was a gun.

That's the headline.

Look, it's important we
stick together. Okay?

You mean tell the truth
as we remember it?

Yeah. Which, since we all saw the
same thing, means sticking together.

- What the fuck are you doing here?
- Why shouldn't I be here?

'Cos I sacked you.
Remember that?

Well, who died and left you all the cops?
It's a new era.

Why shouldn't I get access?

I earned my access with
years of lugging cameras

around the North Circular
filming tax disc dodgers.

You want a piece of my action?
Pay your fucking dues.

What the fuck is this?

And get out of my way while I
sort out the mess you've made.

It's Finn, yeah?

- What the fuck is this?
- It's just a different angle.

It reads like a newsletter of
the Karl Jeffries Fan Site.

- Look. It's Liz, okay? She just wants...
- She wanted what? What?

We're in front of the firing line
and she wants to clean the barrels

- and load the bullets?
- She didn't want anything to mushroom.

Look. Liz is sick. Right?

She's so sick, she's dead. Consider
this her last will and testament.

This is not an art house movie where
everyone gets a point of view, okay?

It's a Western. Black
hats versus white hats.

There's no grey in a
newspaper headline.

Anything that makes our hat
whiter and their hat blacker,

that's our job.
That's what we do.

And there are no racial
connotations to the hat colours.

That's just the
colours they come in.

- Fuck you!
- No fuck you!

Hey, hey, hey. Hey!

If you two don't leave the building
immediately, I'm calling the police.

And I can guarantee you they'll
come pretty fucking quickly.

In the last few moments, police
have surrounded this house

here in the Victoria Park area

after a neighbour made reports
of suspicious activities.

Stop filming! Get back.

We're being told that the
bomber is hiding inside.

What we don't know is whether he has
any explosive devices with him,

or to what lengths the police are
prepared to go to make an arrest.

Charles?

What's the situation?

The ARV are calling
out the suspect.

That could take hours. We need a result.
They need to go in now.

Into a potential bomb factory?

No, we should be focusing on
evacuating the neighbouring properties

and facilitating a gentle exit.

Gentle exit? What did
you have in mind?

Building him a waterslide
from the second floor?

With all due respect, sir,

you asked me to personally
take charge of this operation.

And that is what I intend to do.

Jesus Christ.

Mia Connroy.

I've been trying to get
hold of you for an hour.

"Sources at Scotland Yard have
refused to quash suspicions

"the distractions of Miller's
chaotic private life

"were a factor in his
handling of the bombing."

What are Inglis and
Finn going to do next?

Frame Richard for an
unsolved paedo murder?

And where is our press
release on the shooting?

- Finn spiked that.
- Well, unspike it.

Liz, look, I know you're
still officially my boss,

but the thing is, Finn's
here and you're not

and he sort of said I'm not
supposed to talk to you. Sorry.

- Hi.
- Hi.

A tense stand-off has effectively become
a siege with no clear end in sight.

Police negotiators are attempting
to communicate with the...

Harry! Harry! He's coming out.

Get behind.

Do you need any
medical assistance?

This is not a surrender. This is a warning
call to capitalists and their armed dogs.

We understand that, son.

Walk into the road.
Do a 360 turn.

Assistant Commissioner,
you must be relieved

that you've managed to arrest the
suspect without any further casualties.

I'd like to thank the residents of
Victoria Park for their co-operation...

Didn't you two
search that house?

Yeah, we... Yeah, we did.

So how was it then, Clarkey?

Too busy tryin' to cop
a look at Geordie tits

to notice a bloke with a
bomb up his arsehole?

Listen. Just because I've got tits
doesn't mean I can't do me job

and I can do it a fuck's sight better
than you, so fuck off, all right?

We were able to reach out
to the suspect's parents.

We felt it was important
to facilitate a gentle

exit in such a densely
populated area...

"Keeping London's Streets Safe."

- It's a win.
- Oh, yeah, it's a win.

A win for Assistant
Commissioner Sharon Franklin.

To quote John Rawls, "Ajust
system must generate..."

What the fuck?

Let's get straight to it.
What is your response

to these rumours that
you were part...

Can she do this? Is she
allowed to do this?

Of Richard Miller's
complicated private life?

The Commissioner and I never had anything
more than a professional relationship.

And whatever issues he might have been
struggling with in his final days,

he never let them impact
on the decisions he made

or the actions he took
to keep this city safe.

Richard's legacy for London is
something worth fighting for and...

It's a bit written for my taste.

I guess that's why I'm
here to fight for it.

Well, you talk about legacy,
is that legacy reflected

in the way you've handled
today's tragic events?

There are suggestions that
your PR department...

Didn't Thatcher do this? Just
turn up on the news one day.

Yeah, Thatcher also got ousted because
she pissed off everyone she worked with.

I'm glad that you asked it
and I will answer in full.

First, I want to apologise to
the family of Karl Jeffries

for the way he's been portrayed
in certain sections of the media.

The details of the incident
are not yet entirely clear,

but he is a dead 17-year-old
boy, who at this point

has not been accused
of any crime.

Just because the man who shot
him was wearing a police badge

doesn't mean he did the right thing.
He's not infallible.

The Commissioner was not infallible.
I am not infallible.

All I can do is...

What Richard did, which
is the right thing,

even when the right
thing is impossible.

Nice. That's nice.

If we try to get rid of her now we are
going to look like a racist Darth Vader

trying to drown Luke Skywalker
in a bag with some kittens.

Use this opportunity to announce
that Acting Commissioner Inglis

has asked me to personally handle all
the press on the IPCC investigation...

Oh, have I? That's
very nice of me.

Do you think your position as the
head of PR is still tenable?

My position was to
protect Richard,

and I did not do my job
as well as I could have.

But I know that he would
have wanted me to continue.

And that is what I intend to do

with total, unwavering
commitment.

Okay, well you've got to
look, we hear all that...

She can crown herself "The
People's Princess" for all I care.

Her little Diana act
doesn't mean shit.

Okay?

Thanks for coming in, Liz.

- Great to see you again.
- Thanks very much, Dermot.

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