Code 404 (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

Detective Inspector John Major,

the most decorated officer

in the history of SIU.

Instrumental in the most daring
undercover sting

in SIU history,
Operation Blue Finch,

where his life was cut short
by a senseless, criminal act.

D.I. Major's record made him
the only candidate

for our pioneering A.I.

and bio-cyber engineering

regeneration initiative.

Humanity and technology



in hot pursuit

of the final horizon
of policing.

Ahem.

Clearly, we're witnessing
a significant breakthrough

in technology here.

Thank you,
Commissioner Chalmers.

I actually made it
on my phone.

I meant
the A.I. project.

- Indeed.
- It's the duty

of this committee to decide
whether the A.I. project

should continue or whether it
should be retired.

No pressure
then, eh? Ha ha!

Try and remember what
we said about you staying quiet.

How much did this project
cost the British taxpayer?



Uh, we made
every efficiency possible,

while remaining true
to the integrity of--

I'll rephrase.

How many human
police officers

could have been employed
with that money?

I am
a human police officer.

Really? So,
no X-ray eyes, no laser beams?

No, just good,
old-fashioned police skills,

same as any other
copper. Heh!

Then why are we spending
all this money on you?

It's...

Well, that's why
it's best to shush.

What about
the moral implications?

- Eh?
- This rampant

scientism will invite
a heavy reckoning.

For all we know, this is
the dawn of a new era

of unmitigated
super-intelligence

with no ethical dimension
whatsoever.

Thank you very much.
Obviously, that is the dream.

Let us
the sidekick, shall we?

Uh, D.I. Carter?

- Carver.
- Sorry?

Press your button, Roy.

Carver! Ahem.

Based on your
experience with D.I. Major,

are you worried about the threat
of super-intelligent A.I.?

Not really, no.

Cheers, mate.

Look,

I've worked with D.I. Major
for over 10 years.

The best cop I've ever met.

And in my opinion,

damn lucky to have him
on the force,

whatever the cost.

If he's such a paragon,

he'll be able
to quote Section 12,

sub-paragraph 5a of
the new peace regulations.

Uh, that's not the kind
of thing that he's programmed--

"Officers shall not, in
the pursuance of their duties,

"act in such a way
as to jeopardize

the well-being
of the general public."

Impressive.

Word for word, D.I. Major.

Thank you, ma'am.

How'd you do that?

Like you said,
best cop that ever lived.

Don't think
I said that.

I'm the one
with the perfect memory.

- Best cop I ever met.
- I'm the one

- with the perfect memory.
- Met.

Lived.

- Met.
- Don't.

That went well.
Good work, mate.

Thanks.
It's all down to intelligence,

instinct, and having it written
down on this bit of paper.

I'll see you
next week. Bye.

- So how did I do?
- Thank you, ma'am.

Very helpful.

I'm strictly
impartial, obviously, but, uh,

entre nous, let's not
let the luddites prevail.

- Right.
- Heh heh!

No, didn't understand
any of that, ma'am.

Any progress on finding

the pond life that shot him?

It's difficult,
since the case

has been assigned
to other officers.

- Shit ones.
- They're looking

for an informant
to interview.

Liam Cleasby
and a red Jeep?

Yeah.

Seen driving into

an industrial estate.

The address is on the back.

Where'd you find this?

I'm a retired
commissioner

of the Greater London
Police Force, John.

Can still pull
the odd string, you know,

but this is strictly sub rosa
and on the Q.T.

Anybody asks,
you play dumb.

Shouldn't be
a problem, ma'am.

Shit.

There's what's left
of the Jeep.

Since when were you

busy mates
with Commissioner Chalmers?

She was
my first boss.

Always had
a soft spot for me.

Did you, uh...

- What?
- You know.

You seem close.

So?
You and me are close.

Doesn't mean we had sex
on a trestle table

at the department
summer picnic.

Very specific.

This won't
tell us anything.

Telling us
something already.

They waited a whole year
to toss these wheels,

so they must know we're
looking into it again.

Yeah, but this
is off the books.

Who'd know
we were looking?

Look who it is.

"Randall and Hopkirk."

What are
you two doing here?

We could ask you
the same question.

Why would you ask us
what you're doing here?

No, I mean,

we could ask you
what you're doing here.

Well, I'm gonna ask
the same thing of you.

It's called
police work, Gilbert.

You should try it sometime.

If you stop contaminating

our crime scene,
maybe we will.

You made any progress?

Any idea
where Cleasby is?

I have got one lead
you might be interested in.

Go on.

You can use it to charge
a phone off your head.

Heh!

Two uses
of the word "lead."

Ha ha! Yeah.

It's Dennett.
She wants us in.

Wankers.

Ah! Judy!

We need
any available drone footage

of Stanley Park
Industrial Estate.

Sorry. Can I just say
Judy works on the first floor?

Two Judys?
Oy, don't you worry.

You're the only one
for me.

- No, but--
- Enjoy your lunch.

You heard
the committee.

Half those bastards want
to cancel this project.

Be in no doubt.
That means switching you off.

They want to turn the lights
out, pull the plug, take the

batteries out, put you back in
the box where you came from,

restore factory settings--

Yeah, we know, boss.
We were there.

Well, I won't have it.
I'd resign first.

Thanks, boss.

I mean, not resign,
obviously,

but I'd kick up a stink,

send some very strongly
worded emails.

I've actually drafted one
if you--if you want to read it.

Oh, that won't
be necessary.

John's gonna prove
his worth.

Well,
here's your chance.

There's a very nasty target
for you to bring in.

That scumbag
won't know what hit her!

I admire your attitude, Major,
but she's not the target.

Meet her grandson,
Paul Latimer,

a violent criminal
currently at large.

Granny's on her deathbed, and we
think he might pay her a visit.

And when he does,
we pay him a visit.

Exactly.
I want

round-the-clock surveillance
on the old dear's house.

- We'll take her down, guv.
- Him. Take him down.

- We'll bring you both of them.
- No,

I really only want the man.

You shouldn't
have showed him

the old woman's face, boss.
Sticks in his head.

Um...

1532 hours,

no sign of suspect.

What are you doing?

New hobby.

It's meant to help my dexterity
and motor skills,

and it helps me get
through the nights.

How are you sleeping?

Sleeping? Heh!

A.I.s don't sleep, Roy.

Waste of taxpayers' money.

Well,
you don't sleep at all?

Gives me time
to think about stuff.

The future,

my so-called marriage.

How are things
with Kelly?

She was saying how
she left her job

when I died, did a...
college course or something.

- Counseling.
- Eh?

I think.
I mean...I don't know.

It's like she...
moved on.

Oh, look,
be fair, John.

Now, in the year you were dead,
she had to keep on living.

She had to get out
of bed every morning,

eat her bowl of granola
and her bananas

and blueberries,
nice little yogurt,

little bit of honey--
or whatever she has.

I mean, I don't know what
she has for breakfast,

you know what I mean,
and face the day.

Makes me wonder
what else she likes, huh?

What you mean?

I think she met
someone new.

Why do you think that?
What's she said?

- Nothing.
- So why'd you think she's

sleeping with someone?
- Sleeping? I never said that!

Jesus! You think she's
sleeping with him?

No, no!
I mean, I don't know! No! No!

How about you?

Me?

Have you
ever seen her?

You know, I mean, have you ever
seen her with anyone else?

No, no, I never saw her
with anyone...else.

Well...
we'll find out soon.

What you mean?

We'll see what
she's up to.

Well, this address
you give me,

it is the old woman's
house, isn't it?

No, I put us

on the 5:00 shift for that.

And so where
the fuck are we?!

Kelly's on
a home visit,

doing some of her
so-called counseling.

What, we're spying
on your wife?!

Now, it's not spying

if she doesn't know we're here.

That's when
it is spying!

Oh, I'm not doing this!

What are you doing?
Now get off!

Calm down!

Just--just relax.

Tit!

1534 hours,

suspect is walking
towards car.

- John.
- Yep.

Suspect is entering car.

You following me?

What's going on?

Have you been
seeing someone?

Yes, I have,
John, yeah.

Behind my back?

Well, it wasn't
behind your back,

technically; it was over
your dead body, but, John,

you asked, and it is important
for me to be honest.

- Sometimes honesty isn't the--
- This has nothing to do

with you, Roy!

I'm not ashamed of...

what happened.

You were dead,
and I--I--

I was trying to keep...
being alive.

Who is it?
What's his name?

- His name's not important.
- Roy.

Will you please stay
out of this?

Roy's right.

His name isn't important
because...

it's over between me
and him, so...

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Does the bloke
know that?

He's an incredibly good
and decent man.

He...understands the difficult
situation that we're all in.

"Decent man."

Right, well, I have
a client, so...

John,
no more spying, yeah?

I thought I saw
a squirrel.

We're doing
surveillance today in 8 hours.

Let's try and get
some sleep.

I told you
I don't sleep!

Look, let's go
and find the bastard

that's been seeing Kelly.

We're detectives, Roy!

We can do this!
We can track him down!

No, Kelly's right, John.
It's best to let it go,

like it never happened.

That's easy for you to say.
You have got no idea

the way that I'm feeling
right now!

Uh-huh,
guess it feels like

the most precious thing you've
ever had in your life

just slipping through
your fingers,

and the tighter you hold on,

the faster it slips.

I was just
gonna say sad.

Well, there's only one
person to blame for this mess.

So let's find the bastard
that shot you.

You're a decent man, Roy.

You understand.

I know he's
our only lead,

but Cleasby's not gonna
be here, is he?

He knows we're looking
for him.

Never underestimate
a suspect's stupidity.

Jesus!

I think he's got a knife.

Police!
Drop your weapon!

Sorry.
I didn't know it was you.

Put your hands
behind your head!

You're under arrest.
You do not have to say anything,

but we may harm you
if called upon to do so.

- Major.
- No, hang on. I've got it.

We do not have the right
to harm you,

but we may do so--
no, that's not it.

Major, it's him!
It's Kristof!

The dealer from the night
you got shot!

I never carry guns
and ammo together.

It's like taking a fox
and a chicken across a river.

You're the one
that set me up!

No! I mean, yes,

but I didn't know
they were gonna shoot you!

- Bollocks.
- It's true!

Look, they're
after me as well.

Why do you think I'm
living like this?

- Where's Cleasby?!
- I don't know,

although I heard you were back,
and I came looking for you.

You're the only one
that can help me.

Oh, is that why you
greeted us so warmly, is it?

Sorry.
It was a reflex action,

like a frog carrying
a scorpion across a river.

What?

The scorpion
kills the frog

because it's in his nature.

Yeah, I don't give
a shit about scorpions

and frogs! Just tell us
who's behind my shooting!

I already told you
before you got shot.

Give me a name!

What?

He can't remember
what you told him.

You can't remember?

Refresh my memory for me.

The Juggler.

The Juggler.

Major,
who's The Juggler?

I don't know.
I've never heard of him.

Who the fuck's
The Juggler?

I don't know.
I thought you'd know.

Hang on!
I think I've got it.

- Go on.
- Well,

it's a nickname,
isn't it?

Like a criminal alias.

As opposed to a man
in a leotard,

throwing pineapples
in the air?

'Course it's a fucking alias!
Whose alias?!

Well, the person
behind the shooting!

Oh,
Jesus fucking wept!

Look, I can
find out for you.

Look, give me a few hours,
I'll get the name.

Oh, you think we're
gonna let you go?

I'm dead
if you take me in.

Look...there's bent coppers
in your unit.

Oh, let me guess.

The sword swallower
and the bearded lady?

Look, it's your choice.
I'm offering to help.

Don't make us come
looking for you.

Don't forget your gun.

Get out.

"Juggler."
All right, let's get back

to SIU,
check out the aliases.

Oh, shit!

We're due
on surveillance.

Right.
You do the surveillance,

I'll go to SIU.
I'll put up a sign:

"Circus skills workshop."

Second thought,
you do the surveillance.

OK, then.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's the thing.

Help you out
with something?

- No, it's fine.
- Where's Major?

- On surveillance.
- Alone? Is that wise?

No, I'll tell you
what's not wise.

You not letting the poor bastard
get any sleep. It's cruel.

Wait.
What are you talking about?

Not letting him sleep?

Major!

Major!

Major!

Major!

Open the fucking door!

Don't just stand there.
You'll attract attention.

How long you been asleep?

I wasn't asleep.

Yes, I briefly closed my eyes
so as to appear inconspicuous.

And banging your head
on the horn?

It's so people wouldn't notice

me being inconspicuous.

All right,
well, if you

wasn't asleep,
what have you seen?

Very quiet,
minimal activity.

One incident where
Mrs. Latimer appeared

at the window, holding
an armful of snakes...

which I'm aware sounds
like a dream,

but if I was asleep,

how did I make
this giant balloon rabbit?

In other words,
you was asleep.

I wasn't aware of it.

How can you not be aware?

That's what asleep means!

Yeah, but
it's good practice for when

they switch you off
altogether

for being shite!

You f...

Oh, bin it!

Are you men watching
my house?

No, love.

Major, shouting:
Nothing for you

to worry about,
Mrs. Latimer!

- Oh...
- How'd you know my name?

Look, it's all right.
Go back inside, love.

Honesty is the best
policy, Roy, like Kelly said.

It's not right
to spy on people.

That's not what she
was talking about.

Major, shouting: We're
police officers, Mrs. Latimer!

We're looking for
your grandson,

an escaped criminal!

Now, I've been honest
with you!

What do you have
to say to me?!

Fuck off, copper!

I'm on her side.

OK,

let's do this
the hard way.

Not screwing off,
Mrs. Latimer.

We want to know
where he is,

and you're gonna tell us,

you horrible little scumbag!

Take it easy, John.

No, Roy!
She's pissing me off!

Is that all you got?

Don't be giving it...

Kristof,
you have a name for us?

- Fuck off!
- You've got to help me.

You first.
What have you got for us?

- It goes deep.
- Do the right thing!

- Who's The Juggler?
- Let's have it!

I need protection.

Look, I'm at Cleasby's.

Come and get me.
I'll tell you everything I know.

Quickly!

Yeah, wait there.

Computer voice;
Warning, warning...

What are you doing?

Uh, y-you're right.
Um, let's go.

- What are you doing?
- No, I never touched her.

Mrs. Latimer,
can you hear me, love?

We knew she
was dying.

Hey!

Assistance needed.

What are you doing
to my nan?!

Get off her!

Latimer! Aah...

Ohh!

Give me your hands!

Get off me!

Warning,
and I can't get up.

Assistance needed.

Hello?
You coming?

Yeah, just give us
another 5 minutes.

Your heart is stopped.

I got him, Roy!

I mean,
the first thing is,

you know, you're not
going mad.

Often in life, we don't know
the best thing to do.

You know, for example, when your
husband comes back from the dead

with an augmented brain,
just as you're becoming intimate

with his partner.
That's....

that's a good example
of one of those times.

You need to be kind to yourself
and try to find ways

to release the immense
frustration, stress

you are holding in.

No, that didn't work.

So, that turned out
all right in the end.

She was very old.

Kristof?

Shit.
We're too late.

Oh, shit.

Leave it, mate.
He's dead.

So was I, remember?

They brought me back,
got my brain working again.

Yeah,
I don't see your point.

Major, shouting:
Who did this to you?!

I think the murder
weapon answers that question.

You're saying there's
a ten-pin bowler

involved in this now?

It's a juggling club.

It's The Juggler.

Yeah, obviously.

Ten-pin bowler
would use the ball.

This is interesting.

This isn't
what it looks like.

Isn't it?

I say we take this to

Dennett, walk in there,

lay our balls on the table.

Can you think of anyone

who may have a grudge

against you, ma'am?

Shit!

She won't be
honest with me,

in case it hurts
me feelings.

I mean, with you,
feelings aren't a problem.

Fucking hell.

I assumed it was because you
were sleeping with Major's wife.

Eh?

- Get down!
- Aah!

Just doing my job.

Are you talking
to your sleeve there?

- I don't know.
- Stop it!