Babylon (2014): Season 1, Episode 5 - Babylon - full transcript

What is it, some sort
of soluble polymer?

All right, lads? I'm David. We're
from First Chance Actuarial.

Banjo. We're from the ARV.
It's a building society.

Yeah, work jolly.

You know how it is. Sometimes you just
gotta let off some steam, haven't ya?

Yeah, uh... Anyway, um...
See you out there.

You won't see anything, mate.

Is anyone else finding
their mask a bit pinchy?

- No.
- No? Mine's just a bit pinchy.

Shit!

Let's bag us some grouse, boys.



This is what
suspension's all about.

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It's all right, lads.
We're all clear.

Sod it. I can't see.

Ow!

- Robbie would've loved this.
- Where is he, anyway?

- The fourth Beatle?
- Texted him. Didn't text back.

Just a polite reminder. Next
time you're thinking about

going rogue and popping up on
Sky News without telling me...

Did I not? I thought
I mentioned it.

Yeah, you'll run it through me.
Because from now on, Liz,

you know who you are?
You're the Queen.

You're a figurehead in a set of pearls and
a nice hat, and we just wheel you out

whenever we want you to wave at someone.
And do you know who I am?



I'm the Prime Minister.
I run things.

The minute he takes the iron
chair, your head on a pike.

It's a funeral, Finn. How
about you show some respect?

Two neighbours. The
fighting type.

One gets drunk and reverses
his car into the fence.

But whose fence is it?

Because now this guy's refusing to pay.
And every Friday and Saturday night

they get two sheets to the wind and end
up scrapping it out on the front lawn.

Richie Miller.

Bright and early one
Sunday morning,

he goes out and he puts
up the fence himself.

Right out there in front of
the whole neighbourhood.

Now, that's the Richie Miller I remember.
Man of the people.

Boots on the ground.

That's who he was.

You all right, Rob?

Yeah. I'm just not hungry.

I saw an eyelash on my sausage.

Bonus. Free banger. Pull
the old Grange Hill.

Listen, mate. Have you
spoken to your legal guy?

Look, Robbie, a few hours in
the hot seat and it's done.

That's the beauty of the fast-track system.
This time next week, you'll be

cruising in the Trojan,
gagging on my eggy farts.

He's right, mate. You
don't need to worry.

- I'm the fuck-up.
- It weren't your fault, mate.

I missed the gun. He was
packing it, and I missed it.

Yeah, but it was dark, innit?

So what are you saying? I just
need to eat more fucking carrots.

Look, You could've been killed, but
if I go in there and tell them that,

some curly-wigged pube sucker's
gonna put me out of a job.

Warwick, listen to me, it
weren't your fault, all right?

Karl was just an
ordinary, decent guy,

and that is how we're
gonna remember him today.

We just wanna know what happened to him.
We just want answers. Where's the police?

And if there's nothing to hide,
why won't no one talk to us?

Hi, Liz. I've got Mo
for the Twitter Q&A?

Finn said you'd take care of it.

I'm sure he did.

So, Mo was responsible for an 18%
reduction in street drinking offences

in his area, plus he introduced
a new dog-fouling initiative.

Dog-fouling. That's great. That's
something we can all get behind.

It's not like there's
a pro dog shit lobby.

It's a start. We're
still implementing.

So, are you two okay
if I leave you to it?

Absolutely.

Well, let's get down to it.

Roberts was heavily tipped in '06,
but the feeling was he was a bit

of a fart in the bath,
politically speaking.

Forget Roberts. Forget Collins. Look at
all these bald, boring, white bastards.

It's like staring into the crowd
at a fucking Genesis concert.

You're the alternative, and we
shouldn't be afraid to lean into that.

Do you know what this force
was like 30 years ago?

It wasn't very friendly
towards black people.

I mean, the lads on the van were all
right, if you could take a joke.

But it wasn't all that easy to get
promotion. It was harder for me.

But, yeah, things change.

Except now people look
at me and they say,

"Oh, has he had a few favours?
Is he really all that?"

And I don't talk about that. No, I
don't even mention that because

people don't need much to have you
down as chippy, you see, or difficult.

So I don't give them the chance.

So if you think that after
swallowing all that,

I'm going to let one single shit-bag say I
got this job through anything other than

sweat, shoe leather and ability
then, with all due respect,

you can fuck right off. Frankly.

Okay.

No. With me, we
emphasise the bearing.

I have good bearing.

Awesome bearing.
Yeah, great bearing.

I'm the disciplinarian. I'm the
crime and punishment candidate.

But one thing I'm not,
and that is likeable.

I'm aware of that, I'm
basically unlikeable.

Well, sir, I think you're being a
little harsh on yourself there.

It's something we can work on.

Good. I don't wanna lose this thing
because I'm not the Mayor's preferred

squash partner.

In the meantime, let's keep reminding
City Hall that I've got some flex in me.

I'm open to any and all solutions
to our current funding shortfall.

Yeah, sure. I mean, if
that's the way you wanna go.

And, Tom, reach out to the
mother of Karl Jeffries.

I'd like to sit down with
her today if possible.

Absolutely.

Now, the uniform. I've been thinking
about some modifications I'd like

to make in the event
of my appointment.

- Can you...
- Sure, yeah.

Uh, Tom could you send out
for some proper coffee?

Well, um... I can ask Cathy if she'd
send out for some proper coffee.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, I've been looking at the epaulets.

Unbelievable.

Our Black Monday furniture sale

will open in two minutes.
Thank you for your patience.

I mean, we're not protecting an embassy,
are we? It's hardly civil unrest, is it?

I don't see the difference. You
turn up, do what they say, go home,

eat some beans, have a
shit and go to bed.

The difference is, Nobbo,
it's not public service.

I will put myself in harm's
way for a political exile.

I'll do that all day long. But
I will not take the bullet

for a fucking mahogany bookcase.

- It's the same.
- Isn't the same.

Well, it is for me, 'cause I
don't give a shit about politics

and I don't give a shit
about furniture either.

We're doing more and
more of them lately.

One a week, two a week. What's this,
third one this week? Rent-a-cops.

That's all we are. Crowd
control and hand relief.

Job. Beans. Shit. Bed.

What do you think of that one?
For the flat?

Yeah, maybe.

I thought we could buy it today.

Yeah.

Uh, do you know what
time you'll be starting?

Is that him?

Well, just, um, let me
know what happens, yeah?

You need to get over to the far side,
'cause they're gonna let them in.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, look I've...
I've gotta go, just...

Whoa, easy, easy. Everybody stay calm.
Just calm down, yeah?

It's just some bargains. Let's
try not to soil ourselves.

Okay, here's a question from...
No, sorry, that's offensive.

Okay, here we go.

That's inappropriate.

These aren't even questions,

they're just unpleasant
streams of words.

Hi. Where's Finn?

Upstairs with Charlie.
9:30 circle-jerk.

There's a briefing in C Room.

You wanted to know when the missing
child appeal was going live?

Will you excuse me?

Get Carly. We need the
photograph and...

Liz, uh, do you want the...

- Hold on to it.
- Okay.

I want to start the appeal by throwing
the search open to the public.

That's potentially tricky,
because we can't use volunteers

in a missing child case unless
they've been CRB checked.

Oh, come on...

Well, think of the headlines.

"Paedo helps cops in
search for missing boy."

What about photos?

Um, not great. We've had one
from the family, but it's tiny.

We tried blowing it up, but...

Right.

We know. Have you seen this
random collection of pixels?

So, we're leading with what?

We're gonna go with this.

Uh, I haven't seen this.
Where did we get this?

We got it from his room.

And he had this with him
when he went missing?

No, but it's his.
It belongs to him.

Then I don't see the relevance.

The relevance is we have nothing.
No photo.

He's olive-skinned, which,
like it or not, is a factor.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, certainly
an easier sell, media-wise.

And the panda comes in where?

We don't say he had it with him.
We say this is a real little boy

and we don't know where he is.

No, it's confusing. I
don't see the relevance.

I like it.

We need to make
people uncomfortable.

Make them sit up, take notice.
We lead with that.

Anything else?

Um...

Mia?

Do me a favour. Get me
everything you can on Sharon.

Like what?

Height, weight, favourite
member of the Wu-Tang Clan.

I don't know, Google her
and find out what you can.

Can I get some water?

PC Collister, who took the call?

It came over the radio, sir.
Uh, it was probably Tony.

- Sorry?
- Tony.

PC Bancroft, could you just talk
me through that footage, please?

- I've just shot him in the back.
- Mmm-hmm.

And to be fair, you can't really
make it out on these cameras.

PC Vas. Could you explain to me what's
happening with your footage at this point?

Just trying to put the
chest bandage on.

But he'd already gone. That's why the
camera's sort of all over the place,

'cause I, I'm pushing down
on the bandage like this.

Okay. You can put
the iPad down now.

- Thanks for coming in.
- Cheers.

PC Tony Forbes. Come in
and be seated, please.

Grant. Liz.

Hi, Liz. Sorry I missed you at the funeral.
Nice service, I thought.

Very intimate.

Yeah, listen, I wanted to run
something by you. Bit left field.

What do you think of Sharon?
For commissioner?

Well, I think we like Inglis.

You like Inglis, or you
think you like Inglis?

To be perfectly frank with you, Liz,
he's proving himself very adaptable

to the role. Very adaptable.

Really? That's interesting.

And I don't know Sharon. I have no
idea who Sharon is. Who's Sharon?

I mean, I know of Sharon. I'm aware
of Sharon, but I'm aware of Malta.

Doesn't mean I want to
go there on holiday.

Right, forget it, just
thought I'd float it.

Bye, Liz.

Assistant Commissioner. I want you
to front up the press conference.

No need. I've given it to Martins.
He does all our press appeals.

Uh, well, I've seen Martins and to be
honest, I'm worried about his delivery.

He's boring.

And we don't want people falling asleep
when we're asking them to stay alert.

Okay. Fine.

Theo was last seen at a playground
200 yards from his house

at around 7:15 p.m. Last night,
so, obviously, some 18 hours on.

We're very interested in hearing
anything the public might have to share.

We are particularly keen to hear about
a black Ford S-MAX seen either...

This is all I could pull together
on Sharon. I didn't have much time.

6:30 p.m. And 7:10.

What's it for?

Just a bit of background.

Wearing a grey t-shirt and...

I want you to stay with
their family liaison.

Oh. Right. Are you sure?

I need someone from PR with the
parents in case a story develops.

It's just, you know
what they say?

Murder's carried out
by someone they know.

What if I go home with them and open
a cupboard and a body falls on me?

Oh, my God, Mia...

What? I don't know what I'm saying!
I'd just feel much more comfortable

staying here and
doing the Twitter.

Two words, Mia. Step up!

Please don't hesitate. Um, I've got
his favourite toy here from home.

I stress he didn't have
this on him at the time,

but this belongs to little Theo.

This is what happens when
you mess with the big dog.

Britain's elite firearm unit
just got a new recruit.

- Bang.
- See you later, Mr Bystander.

Robbie. Portrait of a firearms officer.
A man on the edge.

So, uh, shall we go
and get a coffee?

Spare me the fucking latte, yeah?
If you don't want it, just say,

because I've got indies with their
tongues hanging out for this shit.

Um, Matt, I think you've done an amazing
job with the material. It's very slick...

Look, mate, this is real. This
isn't some shit with Robson Green

on a bike solving crimes
in fuckin' Cornwall.

This is Robbie. He's a
real guy with a real gun.

I mean, last week,
second week on the job,

he was involved in a shooting.

Wow. And you have
footage of that?

I wasn't there. That's not the point.
The point is, this is it.

This is the film I
wanted to make.

So, I tell you what.
Here's the pot.

I'll wipe the seat for you.

Now shit or fuck off.

PC Robbie Vas. New to the unit.

Could you describe
his temperament?

Uh, no, he's a good guy.

- But?
- But nothing. He's, uh...

Excited to be on the unit. We're
all like that when we start out.

I mean, you'd be pumped up if you were
walking through Stonebridge at 2:00 a.m.

With three kilos of
heat on your shoulder.

You make him sound unstable.

No, he's not unstable.
That's not what I said.

Then what?

Um...

I don't know, he's, um...

Uh, giddy.

That's the word. Write
that down, uh, giddy.

Giddy? Giddy, that's how you'd
characterise your fellow firearms officer.

Giddy?

Look, there... There was, um...
We were on a call, and, uh...

There was an old mate of
his, some idiot, and uh...

And Robbie got up in his face a
bit, and that's all that it was.

But the night of the
shooting, he was the boss.

Okay. Thank you for coming in.

Thank you.

Talking. Recap. Bit of legal.
Photo of a body. Yap, yap, yap.

What about you, Tone?

The same.

So, do you reckon
it's over then?

Nah, still got to do the
general knowledge round.

I hope you're good
on famous bridges.

Nah, that's it. Put it to bed.
Crack on with the job.

Decent. That's good, innit?

Bosh. Magners. Whose round?

I appreciate this is
not the right time,

but I think you should
apply for commissioner.

I'm serious.

Well... No, I'm keeping
my powder dry.

I'm thinking about putting myself
forward for chief constable

in Northumbria in a
couple of years.

Hmm.

I spoke to the Deputy Mayor.
I asked him about you.

What did he say?

He was interested.

But not over Charlie? I mean, not...
Not that angle...

That's... That's a
really strong angle.

- He's black.
- Yeah.

There's no getting around that. He just is.
And they like that. Everyone likes that.

- Yeah.
- It looks great.

It is, everyone thinks
it's really great.

But the first female
commissioner?

That's huge.

And they're on board for that. They
just need to get to know you first.

My record speaks for itself.

Eighteen years, never
taken a soft posting.

Well, apart from six months
covering the dog squad.

I was handing out treats and
putting down water bowls.

I get all that. All I'm saying is we could
do a little work on your visibility.

Ah.

Starting with what? Heading
up a press conference?

That made sense, operationally.

It was the best thing
for the search.

One thing, Liz. I am
not your sock puppet.

You don't get to put your hand up
me and draw on some googly eyes

and then flap my mouth about.

Look, Sharon, this place is on fire.
It is burning to the ground.

Richard, the Jeffries shooting, and
do you know what Finn is doing?

He's bolting the front door and
he is locking all the windows,

and now Charlie's going 'round and he's
collecting all the fire extinguishers,

and he's dousing them in petrol
and he's burning them all.

Fire extinguishers.

On fire.

I can make this place
work better than it does.

And I'm not gonna say
that that's my calling

because that would
make me sound crazy,

but I am not crazy. I am
fucking Mary Poppins.

I was brought here to fix this thing that
needs fixing because none of you could

do it yourselves, and I am
gonna finish what I started.

What Richard started.

And once it is all done
and all correct, I

can put up my umbrella
and I can disappear,

and you all can go
about your business.

Liz, if this was a roadside stop, this
would be the point in the conversation

where I'd ask you to step
out of your vehicle.

Sharon, you are a contender.

You have brains and steel,
and no one in this place

has the faintest fucking
clue who you are.

I read your journal piece
on collaborative policing.

Academics, the community, a
joined-up policing network.

It's complicated, but I get it.
I can help you sell it.

Well, this isn't
me saying yes...

But how would we
deal with Charlie?

I will work on a strategy.

Huh.

- Hi, Tom.
- Oh, Liz. Hey.

How's it going?

Busy, as per the norm. But
then, if I wanted a quiet day,

I'd get a job at fucking A&E!

Hey, quick question. Charlie. 'Cause
I'm hearing something about him

doing favours for City Hall.

You know, bending over, showing
a bit of stocking top.

Yes...

So, if I was to say to you, "In what ways
is Charlie proving himself adaptable

"to the role", you'd
probably say...

Very little, because I'm fearful.
As a default position.

Tom, maybe there's another
angle on all this.

Maybe when all it shakes out, you don't
have to get into bed with Inglis.

Maybe there's another bed.

Maybe Sharon has a bed,
with a very nice duvet

with a very high tog rating.

That sounds cosy.

Help me out, Tom.

Special agreements. Private contracts.
Store sales, corporate events.

It's a slight shift, but it's
going over well at City Hall.

I can't be anywhere near this. Finn
will string me up by my ball hairs.

And that isn't paranoia,
that is a verbatim threat.

Mmm.

Thank you. You've
been a big help, Tom.

Mia... Do some digging. Find out
where our manpower's deployed today.

If there is a traffic cop itching his
nut-sack at a rest stop somewhere,

I want to know about it.

How'd it go?

Yeah, it was pretty tough
to be honest with you.

When you see the pictures
of the kid's face,

suddenly it all seems
real, you know?

Are you okay?

I don't know what I am, Davs. I thought
maybe we could get Chinese, talk about it.

Look, I... I have to go, okay?

- Bye.
- Okay.

Result!

This'll be fine.

We should, um, radio in for
additional close protection.

Which number is she?

- Number 23, sir.
- Thank you.

Hello.

Mrs Jeffries, this is Acting
Commissioner Charles Inglis.

May I come in?

- Shall we wait in the car?
- Yeah, let's do that.

The search continues
for Theo Metaxas,

the four-year-old boy who has now
been missing since 7:00 last night.

Well, we can speak to Assistant
Commissioner Sharon Franklin.

Assistant Commissioner, what is the
latest on the search for Theo?

At present, we have no confirmed
sightings, but we remain

cautiously optimistic, and we
would ask the general pub...

- What have you got?
- Uh, not much.

There's some horse
show at Olympia,

but we've only got a couple
of guys on the ground.

Apparently, we've got 30 TSG stationed
at a furniture sale in Stanmore.

I can use that. Good work.

So what's this, then? A cheeky
little firework up Charlie's arse?

Mia, this is about
deployment of resources.

We have an on-going search. We need
all of our manpower on the street.

The whole "firework-ass-insertion"
thing, that is a happy coincidence.

Hi, Jamie speaking.

- Jamie, Liz Garvey.
- Oh, hi.

Listen, off the record,
there's something I thought

you might like to know about Charles Inglis
and his current operational priorities.

Yeah, you're going to
want to write this down.

Someone's fucking us. Story
live on The Guardian,

"Charles Inglis and his
merry band of rent-a-cops."

Thirty TSG out of a force of 30,000.
It's a drop in the ocean.

Hmm, factually true. Doesn't make
a great story, though, does it?

Here's one, "Cops guard occasional
chair while missing boy wanders

"into threshing machine." And
that's just off the top of my head.

Nah, they can't put this on me.
I was nowhere near this.

And yet, guess what? Lesson
one, heavy is the head.

I won't be railroaded into
making bad operational decisions

for the sake of my profile.

- No, I learnt that from Richard.
- Sir...

We have adequate resources on the missing
boy, and a city to protect, right?

Thirty TSG makes no difference.

We know that, but once the paps get down
there, you're the ex-Acting Commissioner

who let a child die to
save a fucking beanbag.

Get them out. Get
them all on the boy.

Where did this come from?

God knows. Bastards.

Liz.

They're an untapped resource. Dog-fouling?
They're trained police.

And you're suggesting what?

PCSOs. We take every PCSO in London
and we put them on the search.

Yeah, we already have PCSOs assigned.
I don't know, 60, 80.

You'd have to check
in with the SCD1.

Then we get more. 'Cause
the clock is ticking,

and right now, there's an army of
Community Support Officers out there

wandering around picking up dog
turds and asking homeless men

to put their pants back on.

Liz, what you're talking about
here, this is about manpower.

Now, that's what I do.

That's what happens on the side of the
desk that you don't get to sit behind.

Deployment of resources.
That's not PR.

Isn't it?

We get more officers out there looking
for the boy. Boots on the ground.

But not just any officers. PCSOs.
Blacks, Asians, men, women.

A representative snapshot of London.
A police

force that looks like
the city it serves.

And you, front and centre,
at the head of it.

And we wouldn't be seen to be, you
know, in terms of exploiting events?

Sharon, this works for everyone.
The boy, the search, everyone.

Marco, thanks for coming
in at such short notice.

I understand the Armed Response
Unit paid you a visit on the 13th.

Yeah, those fucking pricks at the...
Am I allowed to swear?

Yeah, so those fucking pricks at the
kick patrol, they phoned in a...

A bomb threat, and that's
when, um, Rob rolled in.

How would you describe his
state of mind that day?

Same old Robbie. He went
to my school, little mug.

So he comes in there, right,
showing off his little piece.

I think he thought I'd be impressed, but
I wasn't, 'cause I've seen a gun before.

At a firing range with my
uncle back home and that.

Yeah, and that, so...

- How about the other three?
- What other three? There was two.

But it was four
officers in total.

No. Two plus one equals three.

He wasn't there.

- And you're... You're sure about that?
- Yeah, positive.

So are you gonna tell me what Banjo
said or what? Is it all over?

Don't know. We have to
wait on the verdict.

Knowing my luck, he'll probably
shoot someone else on the way home,

just so he can hang onto you
for a couple more weeks.

Look, I know you're excited,
and I'm excited too,

but this is a big deal for him.

He's got a little bell, a little silver
bell, and whenever he's feeling sad

or a bit randy, he just
gives it a little ring.

- That's not how it is.
- Yeah.

Uh, your delivery
receipt for the sofa.

Ah, yeah, cheers.

You bought a sofa?

We need a sofa.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Clarkey. Seriously?
You can't just wait, can you?

You have to keep pushing and pushing
and pushing. Just give me some space.

You know what? Have it. For you and Banjo.
Hope it's fucking comfy.

Wagons roll. There's a missing kid and
they want us on the old bingo patrol.

What you on about?

You know, eyes down, looking.
Jesus, someone's on the rag.

Spillage in the paint aisle.

- Thanks for coming back in.
- No problem. How can I help?

You're an ambitious guy. But I
tell you what doesn't look good.

Obstructing an inquest.

You're new to the unit.
Long career ahead of you.

That's if you're smart
enough about it.

Just for further clarification, could
you point out your position to me

when the shot was fired?

That one, with the blocky head. What
did you draw this on, Minecraft?

Because that looks to me like
Warwick had the better shot.

That makes me wonder. Why
would you take the shot?

Why would you take the shot
if he had the better shot?

I saw the gun, I had the
shot, I took the shot...

Why would you take the shot? If
you don't have the best shot,

why would you take the shot?

We're building a picture of two
days prior to the shooting.

Spoke to the guy in the sports shop.
Plus a couple of other call-outs.

We've got the three of you. Got you placed.
But no Warwick. Sports shop, no Warwick.

Back at the station, no Warwick. Witness
in the street, in the car, no Warwick.

It's his gun that's been signed
out, and no one's seen him.

Where was he, PC Bancroft,
day of the sports shop,

week leading up to it?
Where was Warwick?

No comment.

No comment.

He bottled it. His head's gone.
Warwick was at his place.

We'd been dropping him off 'cause
we were worried about him.

That's the truth.

You took your time.

Jesus, Liz, you've
brought a lot of press.

What are you going to say?

Uh, first I'm going to
give them the overview.

Then I'll give them the objectives.
Then I thought I'd recap,

uh, the overview and
the objectives.

Okay, no. We need to
motivate these people.

This is not a PowerPoint presentation on
traffic bollards, this is Braveheart.

Fine. Maybe I'll just get up there
and sing Eye of the Fucking Tiger.

That'd be a start. Thoughts...

Uh...

Okay, can I have your
attention, everyone?

We're gonna get you out there,
in a few seconds, but, uh,

before we do, I just wanted to
say, as far as I'm concerned,

you are just as
important as the SCD1

and all the other officers that we
have, um, deployed out here today.

You are a valued part of this force.
You're the boots on the ground,

and we need your knowledge
and your connections,

because no one knows this
city better than you do.

So, I want you to take your phones out.
I want you to call five colleagues,

and if they're off sick, or they're on
leave, just call them and get them out

on the streets looking, and together
we're gonna bring little Theo home.

Yep.

Was that all right?

Well done.

I don't know why I clapped
my phone, I dunno why...

It was good.

Hello, mate, what you doing?

Are you free?

We've watched through all the body
cam footage from the past few weeks.

Bet that was fun.

There is one question
we'd like to ask.

Why weren't you on it?

Hmm?

What do you mean?

Why aren't you on the
footage, Warwick?

Well, so you've never
thrown a sickie?

- Oh, so you were ill?
- Has this come from Tony?

Look, we're just trying to ascertain
your state of mind on the day.

I'm not the one who shot him.

Although you do appear to
have clear line of sight.

- Yeah, well I didn't.
- So you didn't have line of sight?

- N... No...
- But you saw he had a gun?

- Yeah, I thought he did.
- He did, or you thought he did?

I don't know...

You don't know if he had a gun?

- Yeah, he did have a gun.
- And you saw it, or you didn't?

- I... I didn't...
- So you didn't see a gun?

I thought it was fingers.

I locked up, I froze, and when I got
there, the gun was in his hand.

So it was an error ofjudgement?

Call it what you want.

PC Collister, would it be fair to
say that your judgement's gone?

PC Collister?

Ah, fuck it. Yeah.

Yeah, it would.

Just FYI, we know you
leaked the furniture sale.

No idea what you're
talking about.

We can't prove it, of
course, since you learnt

the ways of the Dark
Side from the master,

who would be me.

Delusions of Jedi. Please
don't be that guy.

I mean, say I... Say I did leak it,
and I didn't, private contracting?

Whoring ourselves out?

Tell me, Finn, is that the thin
end of the wedge or the fat end?

It's a period of transition, Liz.
We have to appear flexible.

Mmm, is that what you tell yourself when
you're lying face-down, biting the pillow?

I heard about your little rally.
March of the plastic pigs.

I thought to myself, "What a great idea.
Turn the search into a story.

- "A vanity manhunt."
- This is about finding the boy.

Is it, Liz? Or is it about you? One
last "look at me" piece of think tank

skull-fuckery before we gut your
office and turn it into a rumpus room.

Seriously, good luck
with the search.

Two hundred more PCSOs from the
borders, plus another 86 from Hackney.

I had a call from the Mayor's office.
Anything we need.

And they're aware of the timing, but
they just wanted to put on record

their admiration for all my efforts today.
Joined-up community policing.

You really think we could do it?

What? Outflank Charlie?

Yeah, I think we could do it.

But no half measures.

Cameras on all the cops, live
feeds that go to your iPhone.

If we get a shot, we blow up the Death
Star, and then we build a new Death Star,

but an open, friendly,
accountable Death Star.

- A Perspex Death Star.
- Sure.

We can finesse the details.

We begin once we find the boy.

This time next week, we'll be
back in the saddle, right?

Yeah, defo, mate.

Cruising in the Trojan. Get some
of that pension chat going.

You know I love hearing
about your interest rates.

Busy fucking prick, Tony.
You've killed me, you know?

Oi!

Oi, oi, oi, oi!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oi, oi, oi, back,
get fucking back!

Get back!

You've killed me. I'm a dead man.
I'm never gonna be near a gun

for the rest of my life!

You know something, Warwick?
I should've told them.

I should've said
something, but I didn't.

Did you say something, Rob?

It wasn't him!

Stay. Just have a drink.

Let's talk about it, mate.

Nah.

Cheers for meetin' up.

Can I tell you something, Matt?

Yeah, of course.

It's just, my old mates,
they wouldn't get it.

My new mates, well,
they're a fucking wreck.

You can tell me anything.

I did something and no
one else knows about it.

What did you do?

Rob?

I moved the gun, Matt.

I put it in his hand.

All right. Tell me everything.

My head hurts. I should
probably get a taxi.

No, I get it, man. You was looking out
for your mates. It's what you do.

I'd do the same for you.

It's instinct, innit?
Band of brothers, right?

Yeah, so you just took the gun
and put it next to his hand?

It's fucked up, Matt.
Banjo's a fucking pro.

And he was right, I mean,
the kid did have a gun.

It just wasn't in his hand.

This fucking job. It
is impossible, man.

So you just went over and moved
the gun next to his hand?

Yeah.

That's exactly what I did.

What's up?

Rough day.

I need a shower.

So you just went over and moved
the gun next to his hand?

Yeah.

That's exactly what I did.

We now have over
600 PCSOs, um...

Is she using this?
Is this a play?

Either way, it looks the same.

Sometimes you just
have to hold up

your hands and say,
"Well played."

Federer, Nadal. Very sporting.

There is one bunny we haven't
pulled from the hat.

The Acting Commissioner was in full
contact with the on-going operation,

even as he spent three
whole hours offering his

condolences to the
family of Karl Jeffries.

I see. I build some trust, not
easy, but you wouldn't know that

because you weren't in there and I
finally get this much, and then what?

We burn it in the time it takes
to make a fucking phone call?

I mean, Jesus Christ, Finn.

Well...

Looks like we've got a
new face for the board.

Thank you, Dermot.

If you do have any information
that could aid in the search

for Theo Metaxas, the
incident number is...

Hello.

Liz, we've got him.

They've got him.

- Liz, he's gone.
- Mia's on the phone, they've got him.

Mia, where is he? You've...
She's got him right there.

He's not...

He's, um...

We did some great work today.

We didn't find this one, but
we'll find the next one.

They tell you you're
not allowed to cry.

It's not true. Just not here.

Sad day.

Very sad.

I've got Cathy to book us a meeting room.
9:15 tomorrow morning.

I want us to get into
campaign strategy.

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