Code 404 (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

- Major. D.I. Carver.
- Fill us in.

Victim is male, mid-30s.

Probable cause of death--
multiple blows to the head

with a heavy vase.

Witnesses?

Body was found
by the cleaner.

She's got a key.

No sign of the victim's wife.

This is it, boy.
We're back!

Well done, mate.
You made it.

Murder.
Oh, maybe even double murder.



Touch wood.
No, let's not
touch anything.

Could be organized crime.

Serial killer.
Who knows?

Maybe we should
try and find out,

what with that being our job.

Oh, we will, mate.
We're the best.

Yeah. Ooh!

There's your weapon.

Cash and jewelry untouched,

along with
the victim's passport.

The wife's passport is missing.

Gets better.
This could be international.

Why are you
in such a good mood?

There's been a brutal murder.



I was saving this news
for later but...

I've moved back in with Kelly!

- What?
- Ha ha!

This pattern
of blood spatter is

consistent with...
Can you shut up
a minute?

- You've moved back in?
- Well, early days.

I'm in the spare room.
We're trying to get

some kind of routine
back, you know?

It's a bit far on,
isn't it?

Well, the marriage
is at a crossroads, Roy.

We have to turn
one way or the other.

We can't just carry on.

- That's a huge option.
- Is it?

Sir, before
the blood dries, I think
we should--

What about the other
fellow she's been seeing?

We talked about that.
It's over.

You don't know
whether or not Kelly's

still got feelings
for this other fellow.

I know you're trying
to protect me, Roy,

but I'm doing this
with my eyes open.

Sir, I think we should--

Can you keep
your mouth shut

for a minute, please? Jesus!

- Carver!
- I'm sorry.

You all right, Roy?

I'll deal with all this, then,
shall I?

Well, come on, then.
We ain't got all day.

That's great, Mike.
So, now that we've established

that your drinking is
related to anxiety

trigged by loud noises
and aggression.

Why the fuck
didn't you tell me?

Roy, I'm--what--
I'm-I'm-I'm with a patient.

What?
You forgot to mention it?

This is
about John moving back in.

I don't know, Kelly.
How many other

secrets have you got?

I'm really sorry
about that.

It's just that John insisted
on telling you himself.

Yeah, he told me,
at a murder scene

standing over a caved-in skull.

Told me how you welcomed him
back with open arms

and what a happy marriage
you've got again.

No. No. No.
I've just--

I have decided that
my marriage is

worth a chance, and if
it doesn't work out,

then I need to give it the space

to die naturally before...

Drop
the psychobabble bullshit.

You're not in one of
your therapy sessions now.

- Thank you.
- It's not like you were

happy with John
before he got shot.

You told me you were
about to leave him.

Yeah, but things
have changed.
He's changed.

How would you know?
You've hardly spent
any time with him.

Well, I'm gonna
spend time with him now.

Let me
save you the trouble.

He's still an arrogant,
selfish gobshite.

Says the man
shouting at me.

Heh.

I think this would be
a really good time for us

to have a chat about

therapist-patient
confidentiality. Ha ha!

I need you to collect
traffic camera footage

on the area surrounding
the crime scene.

Sorry. I've blanked
on your name.

Well, the name
you usually call me is Judy.

- I'm actually--
- Judy!

That's it.
ASAP, if you would.

My name's not Judy.

Roy?

What do you think of this vase?

It's the murder weapon.

Not the actual one,
but yeah.

High street, 16.99.

- What are you thinking?
- Well, I just thought

it was the kind of thing
that Kelly would like.

Is it weird, though,
giving her something

I saw used as a murder weapon?

I think you should
definitely give it to her.

Make sure you tell her
where you got the idea from.

Yes.
I'll give it to her later.

We're nipping home together
for lunch.
Jacket potato.

John, we're lead
investigators on a murder case.

We've got a press conference
at half 12.

You can't just
nip home for a potato.

You just went AWOL
at the crime scene.

What was all that about?

Uh...I was keeping tabs
on Gilbert and Ryle.

I think it's time
we let the boss know

she's got bent coppers
in the unit.

We need to get
more evidence first.

No, we need to do
whatever it takes.

It's time they got
what's coming to them,

no matter how many long hours
we have to work.

I'll get Judy
to gift-wrap it.

That's a hell of
an accusation.

Two bent coppers
at the heart of my unit.

Well, that'd make me
a damn fool.

Have you got
any evidence for this?

That time you arrested
a horse?

Not as such, boss.
Major got

the information
through reading her lips.

It's an A.I. thing,
probably.

So, if I mouth
the lyrics to,

"Hotel California," say,
you could read them.

Mm.

- Did you get that?
- Yes, boss,

and it does sound like
a lovely place.

OK.
You've convinced me.

But I still need hard evidence.

So, what are we
meant to do?

First, don't raise
any suspicions.

One-way blackout glass.

Offers complete privacy
if you want to talk to me

about any developments.

Boss, you know
that you can

see through that
from the other side.

No.
No, it's one-way glass.

Yeah, that's what
the one-way bit means.

What--people
can see in? Now?

Yeah.

So, all the time
I've had this fitted,

you've always been able
to see in.

Yeah.

Last Wednesday morning,
for example?

Yeah.

About Gilbert and Ryle,
boss, um,

we think they're taking orders
from a criminal

known as the Juggler.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

- Boss?
- Huh?

We'll, we'll investigate
further, boss.

Keep you updated.

She was no help.

No, she said
we needed evidence.

Let's get some.
Follow my lead.

Carver?

How are you two?
How's tricks?

D.I. Carver.
Metal Mickey.

We just wanted
to say thanks.

We appreciate all the hard work

you've put in looking for
John's killer.

Don't we?

- Ooh?
- Uh,

maybe it's time we got over
this thing between us.

What thing?

Taking the piss
out of each other.

Well, the problem is,
your mate's got

a chip on his shoulder,

and a chip in his head
and his spine and...

She means, like,
computer chips.

It's only banter,
what with him being part I.T.

- A.I.
- Whatever.

You're both twats.
How's that for banter?

So, would you
fancy it, then?

Bevvie after work?

Yeah.
Let's just drop everything

and go out with you two.

Well, you were sad
when they never asked us

- to that pool tournament--
- Shut up.

What time were you thinking?

7.

Excuse me.

Did you tell her
about the glass?

Yeah.

Of course someone did.

- What's this?
- Draft commission report

into police A.I.

It's the decision on
whether Major lives or dies.

This isn't due
for another week.

You know me by now.

I have skills.

- Read that.
- "This committee is

"reminded to countermand
directive 5B

with immediate effect."

It's another way of
saying switch him off.

Read the next bit.

"This is another way of
saying switch him off."

Yeah.
Well, he stopped
the head

of the committee
from getting shot.

How can he switch him off?

Well, since you asked,
they fire

a powerful electromagnetic pulse

directly into the base of the--

oh, no, see, you mean
why would they.

So, hack it.
You said you've got skills.

Change the report.

I can't hack
their brains, Roy.

You want them to change
their minds,

try solving some more
fucking crimes,

and ideally in the next week.

Fine! OK.

We'll solve this murder.

On Bluefinch.

And we'll expose
Gilbert and Ryle.

Total focus.

We'll work harder than we've

ever worked in our lives.

This is a nice potato.
Fluffy.

It's a lovely vase.
Thank you.

And we know
it won't break,

even if you really
whack it on something.

Do you know
what's strange?

- Hmm?
- Even when I was dead,

you still recorded
my favorite shows--

"World Series of Darts,"
"Ice Road Truckers."

Did I?
You don't watch
any of those shows.

Only me.
And Roy, of course. Heh.

He loves "Ice Road Truckers"
more than I do.

If I didn't know better...

Do you know what I'd think?

No. What?

I think you knew
I was coming back.

You can watch
them all now.

It's good.

No.
I'm deleting them.

I don't want
to watch darts, Kelly.

All I want to do is spend
every spare minute with you.

Al, play something romantic.

Al, don't.

This isn't about
grand gestures like

deleting the darts.

Let's try and just get back
to our old routine.

I don't want to go back
to old routines.

Old routines was me being
at work all the time,

neglecting you.

Keeping the streets safe.

We both made mistakes.

You didn't.

- Good morning.
- Oh, look at that. Ha ha!

Oh, hello.
Look who's on TV.

Al, full screen.

Yesterday,
police were called to

a residence in response
to an emergency call.

The victim was identified as
Mr. Grant Barlow.

We're currently seeking
a woman in her thirties

to assist with our inquiry.

That's the case that
you're working on, John.

Working?
I'm leading the inquiry.

But be assured
our best officers

are working around the clock
on this.

Shouldn't you be
sitting in that chair?

This is the only
chair for me.

- 39 missed calls.
- I know.

That's why I put it on silent.

My God, John,
you need to get to work.

Get up, you need to work!

W-we haven't had pudding!

All units, Code 2.

Murder suspect Rebecca Barlow's
phone has been located.

Circulating coordinates.

D.I. Carver on the way.

Mrs. Barlow?

No.

Funny.
That's the name on your card.

Getting cash for the weekend?

- That's right.
- Please take your

1.5 million Colombian pesos.

- Want to follow me?
- Yeah.

- Not gonna run away?
- No.

Mrs. Barlow,
you don't seem very upset

about the death of your husband.

Why is that?

Sorry I'm late.
I miss much?

For the benefit
of the tape,

D.I. Major has entered
the interview room.

Mrs. Barlow, I'd like
to show you something.

The scene of
your husband's death.

How about this one?

Me and my wife Kelly
in Santorini.

I don't know if you've been
there, but I have to say,

it is stunning.

And this is us at Wagamama.

Not a special occasion,
but it's one of my favorite--

D.I. Major,
I think we should focus

on the murder investigation.

Well, I just thought some
photos of a loving relationship

might provoke a reaction. Fine.

We'll do it your way, Roy.

How were things
between you?

Would you say it was
a happy marriage?

Well, we've had
our ups and downs, Roy,

but so does everyone.

One thing I will say,
though, is--

I was talking
to Mrs. Barlow.

Sorry.
'Course you were.

What was
you gonna say, though?

What?
You said,
"One thing I will say."

Well, it's just
that I've realized

that the key to a happy marriage
is devotion.

Total focus on the other person,
you know?

Some people would say
independence is important.

Spending time apart.

Oh, I think
he's romantic.

Go home.
Be with your wife.

- You think?
- Yeah.

Don't listen to her.

She's just clubbed
her husband to death.

Uh, I didn't.

With all due
respect, Roy,

she's been married.
You haven't.

Oh, like you, who had

a very rocky
marriage, actually.

Which is exactly why I'm
devoting myself to Kelly now.

And forgetting
everything else?

Mate, they're gonna
switch it off.

I've read the report.

This is serious!

Look, if they're
gonna switch me off,

all I wanna do with
the time that I've got

is be with my wife.

For the benefit of the tape,
D.I. Carver is shaking his head.

Fine!
If that's what you want.

Give up.
I'm sure I'll manage
without you.

So will Kelly.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, she found
a shoulder to cry on

last time you died.

I'm sure she's still got
that fella's number.

Why are you being
such an asshole?

To make you face
the truth.

Look, you can either
roll over and die

or you can do your job.

Crack this case,
nail Gilbert and Ryle,

and show those bastards
on the committee

that you're worth saving!

So, Mrs. Barlow,

where were you when
your husband was murdered?

Take as long as you like.

We're not going anywhere.

I knew it would be
worth it in the end.

But she didn't
tell us anything.

No, but I did
make this smashing

balloon octopus for Kelly.

Lovely.
You can give it to her tomorrow.

Eh?

We've got a date
tonight, remember?

I've never been
computer dating.
Have you?

Yeah, a few times.

- No, he's not a computer.
- That's all right.

It's not a date.

Go on, then, Robocop.

We've done
that one already.

Sorry. Robocop 2.

We have to do this.

We need evidence.
So, be nice

and don't rise to the insults.

3 pints of lager
and a can of

WD-40, please, barman.

Be nice.

We'll get them pissed
and maybe they'll put up.

Roger that.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Like a robot.

Here we go.
Cheers.

One more?
One more?

Uhh!

How are you getting on
with the case?

There's things
that I know about

that you would not believe.

Yeah.
What things?

Things you wouldn't even
think about.

Keep drinking.
There you go, there you go.

...you've had enough,
you've had enough.

Was a waste of time.

D.I. Gilbert
told us a lot.

Yeah,
about his awful divorce

and living with his mum
and no one loves him

apart from his cat.

So, I asked him
the cat's name.

- Why?
- Because I bet you

any money that's his
computer password.

And that's gonna give us
all the evidence we need

that they're bent as
a bottle of nine bob notes.

Do you think
he'd be that stupid?

Let's try.

Ahh.

What was it now?
Began with a "B," I think.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Billy.

Bertie?

Hang on.

- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs. Gilbert.

I'm so sorry to wake you.

This is D.I. Major here
from Simon's work.

Oh, hello, there.
How are you?

Very good, thanks.
How are you?

Yes, pretty well,
thank you.

Excellent.
I was just wondering--

what's his cat called?

Uh, Humphrey.

Humphrey!
I was way off.

Thanks, Mrs. Gilbert.
Sleep tight.

All right. Bye.

Ahh.

No, that's not it.
Cat's birthday?
I'll ring her back.

Leave it.
We'll get Parfit to hack it.

OK.

I'll ring Kelly

and tell her I'll be back late.

Or do you think
she'll be asleep?

Yeah.
I mean, I don't know, do I?

Maybe I should text.
I don't know.
What do you think?

Look, she's your wife.

Why do you keep asking me?

Well, sorry, Roy,
I just--

My way of trying to be
a better man

is to keep asking myself,
"What would Roy do?"

Go home.

But we're working
round the clock.

Go on.
Your wife's waiting for you.

You've done enough for today.

All right.

Hopefully, I'll get a bit
of action. Ha!

See you tomorrow.

Thank you.

I need you to hack a computer.

What am I?
I.T. support?

Yeah.

I'm a little busy
right now.

Parfit, we're desperate.

Really?
So you haven't solved

all the world's crimes
and rooted out

its corrupt cops?

Quelle surprise.

Look, Major's fucked,

so, why don't you do something?

I have.

To convince the committee,

we have to show them
a supercop, right?

Meet John Major, version 3.0.

You're welcome.

- Kel?
- I'm in here.

Ohh.

I am so sorry.

It's fine.
Don't worry about it.

No, no, no,
it's not fine.

All right?
I said I'd be here.

I said I'd cook.
Look at me.

4 hours late, smelling of booze.

Wine?
You're on a murder case.

You have to stay late.

You sound like Roy.

Huh?
What do you mean?

Just until now,
he's been telling me,

"Don't go home, stay and work,

put your marriage on hold."

Roy told you
to stay and work, did he?

He's such a good mate.

You think.

Speak of the devil.

Roy. What do you want?

I need him back at SIU.
Right now.

Well, he's only just sat down
for his tea, so, um...

Kelly, trust me on this.

It's for his own good.

He needs you
back at work.

Cheers, Roy.

I'm getting a feeling
of deja vu here.

This time's different.

Why? Because this time
it'll work?

Because this time
we've got nothing to lose.

I've been cautious until now

so as not to damage him.

This time, I've thrown
everything at him--

speed, memory, processing power.

It'll either blow his brains up

or make him significantly
less...shit.

Who set me up?
Give me a name!

Juggler.

I'm the best cop
in the unit, mate.

They had to bring me back.

Holy shit of Jesus.

Who did this to you?

- The Juggler?
- Juggler.

Uhh!

I know everything.

I also made you this.
It's a snake.

Jesus Christ, John,
you never said you had a gun.

Do you think that John
knows about Roy and I?

I'm just a low-level
drug dealer.

Oh, fuck off.

I could have you
deported back to Disneyland

before you can say
Golden Grahams.

I'm covering you, Roy!

No! I'm covering you!

- Someone's coming.
- John, who is it?

Surprise, surprise.