Code 404 (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
With Major's AI finally living up to the hype, Carver and Kelly come clean about their relationship.
[Beeping]
Major: I know everything.
Carver: What do you mean
"everything"?
Major: Test me.
Ask me something
you think I don't know about.
Parfit: The Barlow murder?
Major: Easy.
The wife did it.
Did you see the way
that that woman was playing
with her wedding ring?
Parfit: Pop psychology
does not indicate guilt.
Major: No, because
that woman wasn't guilty.
She was playing with her ring
because it didn't fit,
because it wasn't her ring
because we arrested
the wrong woman.
Carver: But she had--
Major: Mrs. Barlow's
car and credit cards,
which is why you assumed
it was her and not
in actual fact
a paid accomplice or lover.
Meanwhile, the real Mrs. B
heads to an airport
that wasn't being
watched because
we thought we already had her.
Parfit: See?
I am a frickin' genius.
Ha! Who's got delusions of
grandeur now, Mom?
And I mean, obviously, this is--
it's good news
for you guys, too.
Carver: When he said
he knows everything--
Parfit: Does he know
you were boning his wife?
That's actually a good question.
Hey, Major!
Did you--did you know that--
Carver: No, don't do that,
don't do that.
Parfit: Sike!
Ha! I was kidding.
[Line ringing]
Major: Register alerts
to all ferries and airports.
We can assume she's driving
the accomplice's vehicle.
Get on it.
Parfit, it's Major.
I need you to hack something
for me.
[Cell phone buzzing]
[Kelly groaning]
What's happened?
Is it John?
Carver: I think
he knows about us.
Kelly: Why?
What's he said?
Carver: Nothing.
Kelly: You think
he knows about us but he
hasn't said anything?
That's odd, even for him.
Carver: He's odd, even for him.
It's this new upgrade.
It's made him clever.
I'm gonna tell him about us.
Kelly: No, no, Roy, you're not
gonna tell him about us.
Carver: You're always going on
about honesty.
Kelly: This isn't about honesty.
This is about you
assuaging your own guilt.
Carver: It's still
the right thing to do.
Kelly: John has only
just moved back in.
If you tell him now,
then you're gonna ruin
any chance that we have
of making it work.
Unless that's why
you're doing it.
Carver: No.
Major: Who are you
talking to, Roy?
Carver: No one.
Charity fundraiser.
Major: At half midnight?
Carver: It's only
a charity fundraiser.
How are you getting on
with the case?
Major: Cracked it.
Joan ID'd
the suspect's vehicle.
I've deployed a unit.
Carver: All while I was
on the phone?
Major: I also made you this.
It's a snake.
Now we're gonna investigate
something personal.
Operation Bluefinch.
My shooting.
Carver: Right. Yeah.
Major: We know that
Gilbert and Ryle are bent.
Parfit hacked their computers,
found an encrypted file
containing a single
phone number.
Carver: It's gotta be
their contact.
We text the number
and arrange the meeting.
You've already done that.
Major: Using a clone
of Gilbert's SIM,
so it comes from
a trusted source.
Soon as we get a reply...
[Ding]
It's game on.
Carver: What about bad coppers?
Major: We don't know how many
coppers in this unit are bent.
If there's someone
we don't know about
who thinks we do know,
they're gonna think
we're doing this
to convince them
it's safe to assume
we're in the dark
about something that,
although they don't know it,
we're not aware of.
Carver: I was gonna say that.
Major: Good thinking.
I'll drive.
Major: You OK, Roy?
You seem...unsettled.
Carver: Yeah.
I'm just not used
to being the stupid one.
Major: Oh, that's charming.
Carver: Oh, you know
what I mean.
With this upgrade, you're
suddenly two steps ahead--
Jesus Christ, John, you never
said you had a gun.
Major: It's
a dangerous location.
No backup.
[Cocks gun]
You'd be a fool
not to come armed.
I knew it was you.
Carver: Fucking hell, John,
I'm sorry!
Major: Hands behind
your head, Cleasby.
[Cleasby scoffs]
Carver: Was you expecting
someone else?
Cleasby: No.
Like who?
Carver: Gilbert and Ryle, maybe.
You know, the bent coppers
you been paying off.
Cleasby: I don't know.
I'm not involved in this.
I'm just a low-level dealer.
Carver: Bullshit, Cleasby.
We've heard that one before.
Major: I could shoot you
right now
and get away with it.
No one knows you're here.
Carver: Arrest him, John.
Let's get him back to SIU.
Cleasby: No, don't
take me there.
I'll get killed.
You saw
what happened
to Kristof.
Carver: Kristof got killed
when we let him go.
Cleasby: Well, then,
don't let me go.
Protect me. Hey.
I can help you.
Major: OK.
[Cocks gun] Help us.
Who's the Juggler?
Cleasby: Don't know.
I've never met the Juggler.
Major: Liam Cleasby,
I'm arresting you on suspicion--
Cleasby: But I'll
find him for you.
Carver: How?
Major: Here's how.
Ring Gilbert and Ryle
and tell them we're onto you.
Cleasby: Well, that's the truth.
Major: Well, I know
that doesn't come easily.
Tell them
you're gonna grass
unless you can meet up
with the Juggler tonight.
Cleasby: Well,
where should we meet?
Major: What am I,
your fucking travel agent?
Pick somewhere.
[Line ringing]
Cleasby: Look, I arranged
the meeting
with the Juggler like you asked.
Can you take the cuffs
off now, please?
Carver: No.
Cleasby: I'm not trying
to escape.
I don't want to be murdered.
Carver: Then I advise
you shut your mouth.
So, where are we going?
Major: Don't tell me you
don't know where we're going.
You recognize this route.
You've done it loads of times.
Carver: Why have we come
to your house
at 2:00 in the morning
with a criminal in the car?
Major: You said it yourself.
Because now I'm
two steps ahead of you.
Never leave a suspect unattended
in a vehicle, D.I. Carver.
Kelly: John.
Major: Oh, hello, Kelly.
What are you doing
up and about?
Kelly: I just couldn't sleep.
Major: Oh, that's not like you.
Why not?
[Car door closes]
This is Liam Cleasby.
He's a drug dealer
involved in my shooting.
Cleasby: How's it going?
Kelly: Hi.
Major: I won't be a minute.
Carver: He knows.
I'm sure of it.
Kelly: He hasn't said
anything yet.
Carver: It was a test
to see if we admit it.
Kelly: Yeah, so, maybe
you're projecting onto him
in order to displace
the sense of guilt you feel.
Carver: We haven't got time
for a fucking two-hour
psychology assessment, Kelly.
We need to decide on this now.
I'm telling you, he knows.
Kelly: We can't know for sure,
not without
talking to him, can we?
[Sigh]
OK, let's-let's ask criminal.
What do you think?
Carver: You can't ask him.
Kelly: Why not?
He's a neutral observer.
You were in the car.
Do you think that John
knows about Roy and I?
Cleasby: I'm just
a low-level drug dealer.
Carver: Oh, fuck off.
We need to say something
before John--
Major: Before I say what?
Cleasby: They've been
having an affair.
Kelly: [Indistinct].
Carver: I told you to shut up!
Cleasby: I'm sorry.
I don't think it's fair
for him not to know.
Carver: I was gonna say...
[People talking at once]
Kelly: Actually, it was
after he had died.
Carver: I was gonna tell ya.
I wanted to tell ya.
Cleasby: He should've known.
He should've known.
Major: I worked it out
as soon as Parfit upgraded me.
Kelly: John, we need
to talk, OK?
All of us.
Not you.
John, please.
Major: No.
Kelly: John, where are
you going?
Major: Work.
We'll talk some other time.
Carver: [Indistinct].
Cleasby: He needs time
to process the trauma
in his own way.
[Car door closes]
Carver: Come on,
you little scrote.
Get in the car, dickhead.
[Car doors close]
[Engine starts]
Kelly: Oh, God, John.
Cleasby: What are we doing here?
You said you wouldn't bring me--
Carver: Shut up.
You've done enough damage
for one night.
Cleasby: Don't blame me.
I'm not the one
who slept with his wife.
No, John...
Major: We need to lie low
until we meet the Juggler.
No one comes in here.
Make yourself comfortable.
[Door closes]
Cleasby: Hey. You got
pictures of me on the wall?
Are these the best you can get?
Carver: Should he be
looking at that?
Major: Makes no different.
An hour from now,
we'll come face to face
with the Juggler,
and this'll be over
one way or another.
We should get some rest.
Carver: No, John,
once everything...
Major: Forget it.
Just try and relax.
Carver: [Indistinct]--
Major: No.
Carver: Please...
Major: No.
Just wanna talk.
Major: There's nothing
to talk about.
Carver: Nothing to talk about?
We're about to confront
the head of an organization
that had you assassinated,
and you just found out
who slept with your wife.
Major: Someone's been here.
Carver: It looks the same.
Major: This pencil.
It's been moved.
Carver: Well, it must be
a cleaner.
Major: Would a cleaner
attach this?
Carver: Shit.
What is that?
A camera?
Major: Yeah.
Cleasby: Someone knows I'm here.
Major: And knows
we're investigating
Operation Bluefinch.
Carver: Why would they try
to stop us?
Major: They want to keep tabs.
See what we know.
Carver: It's gotta go...
Gilbert and Ryle.
[Major snaps fingers]
Take him back to the car now.
I'll grab us some vests.
We need protection
to meet the Juggler.
Carver: John, be careful.
You don't know
who you can trust.
Major: You can say that again.
I can't get out.
[Beep]
Thanks.
Dennett: D.I. Major.
Major: Boss.
You're working late.
Dennett: Celebrating.
Mrs. Barlow, the real one,
has been apprehended
and charged,
all thanks to you.
Woman: Felicitations, John.
Dennett: Former commissioner
Chalmers happened
to hear about it
and she popped in
with a bottle of fizz
to say well done.
Chalmers: Come and join us
for a quick one.
Major: I'd love to,
ma'am, but...
I need to get home
to my wife.
Chalmers: We're two
good lovers.
What have the pair of you
got up to?
[Dennett laughs]
Chalmers: Now come and join us
for a drink.
That's a direct order.
Do not talk to him.
Dennett: Whoa!
What's happening?
Chalmers: Stop him! Go!
Man: All police [indistinct]!
Major: They're here
to switch me off.
Carver: Where's the vests?
Major: Move over.
[Engine starts]
Man on radio: Sorry, boss.
They got away.
Chalmers: OK, where's he
heading to?
Parfit: Who?
Chalmers: Cute.
Listen--I could have you
deported back to Disneyland
before you can say
Golden Grahams.
Dennett: You can track
D.I. Major, right?
There's a chip in his head.
Parfit: It's a nanotransmitter.
[Chalmers sighs]
Parfit: And he's managed
to take it offline.
Huh! Oof, incredible.
I really knocked it
out of the park
with this update.
Kelly: Hi.
Hi, sorry.
Uh, is, um, John Major
in the building?
Man: No.
Kelly: Carver?
Man: No.
Kelly: Uh...
Chief Superintendent,
um...Dennett?
Man: Raced off somewhere.
Kelly: There was an officer.
Um, she brought John flowers.
Julie.
Man: Sorry.
Judy's not in tonight.
Williams: No.
But I might be able to help.
I'll take you to Dr. Parfit.
She'll be able to find
D.I. Major.
Kelly: Great. Thank you.
What's your name?
Williams: My name?
It's--
Kelly: Sorry, could you
tell me on the way?
Great. Thank you.
Thanks so much.
Ha ha!
[Parfit sighs]
I hope you know
what you're doing, John.
Major: Might've guessed
you'd choose this place
to meet the Juggler, Cleasby.
Back where it all began.
Carver: Do you remember
what happened that night?
Cleasby: We were stunned--
Carver: Not you, you dickhead.
You out there meeting Kristof.
Things went badly wrong.
'Cause we weren't communicating.
Major: 3:30 a.m.
We should get in position.
Cleasby: What about me?
Major: You're staying
in the car.
Cleasby: But Juggler's
here to meet me.
He'll be looking for me.
[Carver whispering] John.
John, what is it?
Major: Shh!
Someone's coming.
Carver: John, who is it?
Major: Surprise, surprise.
Carver: What?
What is it?
Major: What can I say?
I saw my best friend
and my wife.
Together.
Carver: You wanna talk
about that now?
Major: You were right, Roy.
We can't leave things
left unsaid.
Carver: You were gone
for 5 minutes. John.
Gilbert and Ryle!
Ryle: Carver.
Gilbert: And Major.
Major: It's one thing, you
being with Kelly after I died,
but this was before.
Carver: John, I'm really sorry.
Look, it was
just that once and it were
only a kiss.
Gilbert: Where's Cleasby?
Ryle: Shut up.
Major: Roy.
Carver: Forget about Cleasby.
Where's the Juggler?
I don't believe it's
one of you two bellends.
Major: How long was it
going on for, Roy?
Ryle: Juggler?
We don't know anything
about any Juggler.
Carver: Bollocks!
Major: Roy!
Don't ignore what's
going on here.
Carver: They know
what's going on!
Who's this?
Is this the Juggler?
Ryle: Shit.
Carver: Dennett?
Dennett: Major! Carver?
What are you doing here?
Carver: So, you're the Juggler.
Dennett: What's the Juggler?
Major: I trusted you, Roy.
You're my rock, you and Kelly,
my north and south.
Dennett: I'm following
this pair.
You said they were suspicious.
Ryle: We haven't done anything.
Carver: So, who's the fucking
Juggler? Who?
Dennett: I've got it!
It must be some kind of
criminal alias.
Carver: Fuck!
If I hear that once more!
Major: Tell me this.
Do you love her?
Carver: Who'd you take
your orders from?
Ryle: We don't know what
you're talking about.
Gilbert: From Cleasby.
Ryle: Shut up, Gilbert.
Gilbert: It's over, Jeanette.
Liam Cleasby.
Carver: No.
It can't be Cleasby.
He's just a low-level
drug dealer.
Gilbert: It's just what
he wants you to think.
Carver: It can't--it can't be.
Cleasby's in the back
of our car.
Where is he?
He was right there.
Major: Just answer
the question, Roy.
Do you love her?
Gilbert: Major!
[Gunshot]
Major: Gilbert.
Ryle: Simon!
No! Help!
Dennett: What's happening?
Major: We've been set up! Again.
Cleasby: Who's the little
scrote now?
[Gunshot]
Ryle: Oh! Aah!
[Gunfire]
Aah! Aah!
[Gunfire]
Carver: No!
Major: Get out of the way, Roy!
Carver: No!
I won't let him hit ya!
Major: No, Roy,
I won't let him hurt you!
Carver: No, I can't
let you die again.
It was my fault the first time.
Major: Bullshit.
It wasn't your fault.
Carver: You know
it was my fault.
You remembered everything.
[Gunshot]
You saw me kissing your wife.
Down!
[Gunshot]
Major: It was my fault
that happened.
I remember now what a dickhead
I was.
[Gunshot]
Carver: I was the dickhead.
Major: I've been
a dickhead for years.
I didn't deserve her.
Didn't deserve you, either.
And I still don't.
[Gunfire]
I'm covering you, Roy.
Carver: No, I'm covering you!
Cleasby: Now I've got you.
[Kelly sighs]
That felt good.
Major: No, I'm covering
you, Roy.
Carver: No, I'm covering you!
Major: I'm gonna save you!
Bastard, I'm gonna
save you, you--
Dennett: It's over, boys.
Major: Help me up.
[Grunting]
For fuck's sake, wait.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
[Siren wails]
Major: Hold on.
It's a shame
things ended like this.
Gilbert: You should've
went back--[coughing]
You know, backup.
Ryle: We know.
Like a computer.
Major: Funny.
Gilbert: It's just banter.
Major: You saved
our lives today.
I'll never forget you
for this, Judy.
Williams: Fuck's sake.
When he says this, I could
kill him myself.
I'm not even joking.
I'm gonna write my name
on one of those fucking balloons
and I'm gonna choke him with it.
Dennett: Just in case,
what are the stats?
Parfit: 39% suitability.
Dennett: Yeah, don't bother.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
Kelly: I came as soon
as I found this.
Major: You were only supposed
to read that if I'd died.
Carver: Who's it to?
Kelly: "Kelly, I give
you and Roy my blessing.
"All my love, John.
P.S.: Only read this
if I've died."
Dennett: Someone wants
to speak to you.
Chalmers: I owe you
an apology, John.
The fact is, I came to SIU
tonight to pull the plug.
But from what I'm hearing,
you singlehandedly
brought down the Juggler=-
Liam Cleasby.
Carver: Not singlehandedly.
Chalmers: As far as the AI
Ethics Committee is concerned,
your future is now
absolutely assured.
I'm so pleased.
Dennett: Nice work, boys.
Carver: That's great, Major.
Major: Yeah, yes.
All good.
Carver: Brilliant.
Kelly: It's getting late.
We should--we should go home.
[Chalmers chuckles]
Major: I know everything.
Carver: What do you mean
"everything"?
Major: Test me.
Ask me something
you think I don't know about.
Parfit: The Barlow murder?
Major: Easy.
The wife did it.
Did you see the way
that that woman was playing
with her wedding ring?
Parfit: Pop psychology
does not indicate guilt.
Major: No, because
that woman wasn't guilty.
She was playing with her ring
because it didn't fit,
because it wasn't her ring
because we arrested
the wrong woman.
Carver: But she had--
Major: Mrs. Barlow's
car and credit cards,
which is why you assumed
it was her and not
in actual fact
a paid accomplice or lover.
Meanwhile, the real Mrs. B
heads to an airport
that wasn't being
watched because
we thought we already had her.
Parfit: See?
I am a frickin' genius.
Ha! Who's got delusions of
grandeur now, Mom?
And I mean, obviously, this is--
it's good news
for you guys, too.
Carver: When he said
he knows everything--
Parfit: Does he know
you were boning his wife?
That's actually a good question.
Hey, Major!
Did you--did you know that--
Carver: No, don't do that,
don't do that.
Parfit: Sike!
Ha! I was kidding.
[Line ringing]
Major: Register alerts
to all ferries and airports.
We can assume she's driving
the accomplice's vehicle.
Get on it.
Parfit, it's Major.
I need you to hack something
for me.
[Cell phone buzzing]
[Kelly groaning]
What's happened?
Is it John?
Carver: I think
he knows about us.
Kelly: Why?
What's he said?
Carver: Nothing.
Kelly: You think
he knows about us but he
hasn't said anything?
That's odd, even for him.
Carver: He's odd, even for him.
It's this new upgrade.
It's made him clever.
I'm gonna tell him about us.
Kelly: No, no, Roy, you're not
gonna tell him about us.
Carver: You're always going on
about honesty.
Kelly: This isn't about honesty.
This is about you
assuaging your own guilt.
Carver: It's still
the right thing to do.
Kelly: John has only
just moved back in.
If you tell him now,
then you're gonna ruin
any chance that we have
of making it work.
Unless that's why
you're doing it.
Carver: No.
Major: Who are you
talking to, Roy?
Carver: No one.
Charity fundraiser.
Major: At half midnight?
Carver: It's only
a charity fundraiser.
How are you getting on
with the case?
Major: Cracked it.
Joan ID'd
the suspect's vehicle.
I've deployed a unit.
Carver: All while I was
on the phone?
Major: I also made you this.
It's a snake.
Now we're gonna investigate
something personal.
Operation Bluefinch.
My shooting.
Carver: Right. Yeah.
Major: We know that
Gilbert and Ryle are bent.
Parfit hacked their computers,
found an encrypted file
containing a single
phone number.
Carver: It's gotta be
their contact.
We text the number
and arrange the meeting.
You've already done that.
Major: Using a clone
of Gilbert's SIM,
so it comes from
a trusted source.
Soon as we get a reply...
[Ding]
It's game on.
Carver: What about bad coppers?
Major: We don't know how many
coppers in this unit are bent.
If there's someone
we don't know about
who thinks we do know,
they're gonna think
we're doing this
to convince them
it's safe to assume
we're in the dark
about something that,
although they don't know it,
we're not aware of.
Carver: I was gonna say that.
Major: Good thinking.
I'll drive.
Major: You OK, Roy?
You seem...unsettled.
Carver: Yeah.
I'm just not used
to being the stupid one.
Major: Oh, that's charming.
Carver: Oh, you know
what I mean.
With this upgrade, you're
suddenly two steps ahead--
Jesus Christ, John, you never
said you had a gun.
Major: It's
a dangerous location.
No backup.
[Cocks gun]
You'd be a fool
not to come armed.
I knew it was you.
Carver: Fucking hell, John,
I'm sorry!
Major: Hands behind
your head, Cleasby.
[Cleasby scoffs]
Carver: Was you expecting
someone else?
Cleasby: No.
Like who?
Carver: Gilbert and Ryle, maybe.
You know, the bent coppers
you been paying off.
Cleasby: I don't know.
I'm not involved in this.
I'm just a low-level dealer.
Carver: Bullshit, Cleasby.
We've heard that one before.
Major: I could shoot you
right now
and get away with it.
No one knows you're here.
Carver: Arrest him, John.
Let's get him back to SIU.
Cleasby: No, don't
take me there.
I'll get killed.
You saw
what happened
to Kristof.
Carver: Kristof got killed
when we let him go.
Cleasby: Well, then,
don't let me go.
Protect me. Hey.
I can help you.
Major: OK.
[Cocks gun] Help us.
Who's the Juggler?
Cleasby: Don't know.
I've never met the Juggler.
Major: Liam Cleasby,
I'm arresting you on suspicion--
Cleasby: But I'll
find him for you.
Carver: How?
Major: Here's how.
Ring Gilbert and Ryle
and tell them we're onto you.
Cleasby: Well, that's the truth.
Major: Well, I know
that doesn't come easily.
Tell them
you're gonna grass
unless you can meet up
with the Juggler tonight.
Cleasby: Well,
where should we meet?
Major: What am I,
your fucking travel agent?
Pick somewhere.
[Line ringing]
Cleasby: Look, I arranged
the meeting
with the Juggler like you asked.
Can you take the cuffs
off now, please?
Carver: No.
Cleasby: I'm not trying
to escape.
I don't want to be murdered.
Carver: Then I advise
you shut your mouth.
So, where are we going?
Major: Don't tell me you
don't know where we're going.
You recognize this route.
You've done it loads of times.
Carver: Why have we come
to your house
at 2:00 in the morning
with a criminal in the car?
Major: You said it yourself.
Because now I'm
two steps ahead of you.
Never leave a suspect unattended
in a vehicle, D.I. Carver.
Kelly: John.
Major: Oh, hello, Kelly.
What are you doing
up and about?
Kelly: I just couldn't sleep.
Major: Oh, that's not like you.
Why not?
[Car door closes]
This is Liam Cleasby.
He's a drug dealer
involved in my shooting.
Cleasby: How's it going?
Kelly: Hi.
Major: I won't be a minute.
Carver: He knows.
I'm sure of it.
Kelly: He hasn't said
anything yet.
Carver: It was a test
to see if we admit it.
Kelly: Yeah, so, maybe
you're projecting onto him
in order to displace
the sense of guilt you feel.
Carver: We haven't got time
for a fucking two-hour
psychology assessment, Kelly.
We need to decide on this now.
I'm telling you, he knows.
Kelly: We can't know for sure,
not without
talking to him, can we?
[Sigh]
OK, let's-let's ask criminal.
What do you think?
Carver: You can't ask him.
Kelly: Why not?
He's a neutral observer.
You were in the car.
Do you think that John
knows about Roy and I?
Cleasby: I'm just
a low-level drug dealer.
Carver: Oh, fuck off.
We need to say something
before John--
Major: Before I say what?
Cleasby: They've been
having an affair.
Kelly: [Indistinct].
Carver: I told you to shut up!
Cleasby: I'm sorry.
I don't think it's fair
for him not to know.
Carver: I was gonna say...
[People talking at once]
Kelly: Actually, it was
after he had died.
Carver: I was gonna tell ya.
I wanted to tell ya.
Cleasby: He should've known.
He should've known.
Major: I worked it out
as soon as Parfit upgraded me.
Kelly: John, we need
to talk, OK?
All of us.
Not you.
John, please.
Major: No.
Kelly: John, where are
you going?
Major: Work.
We'll talk some other time.
Carver: [Indistinct].
Cleasby: He needs time
to process the trauma
in his own way.
[Car door closes]
Carver: Come on,
you little scrote.
Get in the car, dickhead.
[Car doors close]
[Engine starts]
Kelly: Oh, God, John.
Cleasby: What are we doing here?
You said you wouldn't bring me--
Carver: Shut up.
You've done enough damage
for one night.
Cleasby: Don't blame me.
I'm not the one
who slept with his wife.
No, John...
Major: We need to lie low
until we meet the Juggler.
No one comes in here.
Make yourself comfortable.
[Door closes]
Cleasby: Hey. You got
pictures of me on the wall?
Are these the best you can get?
Carver: Should he be
looking at that?
Major: Makes no different.
An hour from now,
we'll come face to face
with the Juggler,
and this'll be over
one way or another.
We should get some rest.
Carver: No, John,
once everything...
Major: Forget it.
Just try and relax.
Carver: [Indistinct]--
Major: No.
Carver: Please...
Major: No.
Just wanna talk.
Major: There's nothing
to talk about.
Carver: Nothing to talk about?
We're about to confront
the head of an organization
that had you assassinated,
and you just found out
who slept with your wife.
Major: Someone's been here.
Carver: It looks the same.
Major: This pencil.
It's been moved.
Carver: Well, it must be
a cleaner.
Major: Would a cleaner
attach this?
Carver: Shit.
What is that?
A camera?
Major: Yeah.
Cleasby: Someone knows I'm here.
Major: And knows
we're investigating
Operation Bluefinch.
Carver: Why would they try
to stop us?
Major: They want to keep tabs.
See what we know.
Carver: It's gotta go...
Gilbert and Ryle.
[Major snaps fingers]
Take him back to the car now.
I'll grab us some vests.
We need protection
to meet the Juggler.
Carver: John, be careful.
You don't know
who you can trust.
Major: You can say that again.
I can't get out.
[Beep]
Thanks.
Dennett: D.I. Major.
Major: Boss.
You're working late.
Dennett: Celebrating.
Mrs. Barlow, the real one,
has been apprehended
and charged,
all thanks to you.
Woman: Felicitations, John.
Dennett: Former commissioner
Chalmers happened
to hear about it
and she popped in
with a bottle of fizz
to say well done.
Chalmers: Come and join us
for a quick one.
Major: I'd love to,
ma'am, but...
I need to get home
to my wife.
Chalmers: We're two
good lovers.
What have the pair of you
got up to?
[Dennett laughs]
Chalmers: Now come and join us
for a drink.
That's a direct order.
Do not talk to him.
Dennett: Whoa!
What's happening?
Chalmers: Stop him! Go!
Man: All police [indistinct]!
Major: They're here
to switch me off.
Carver: Where's the vests?
Major: Move over.
[Engine starts]
Man on radio: Sorry, boss.
They got away.
Chalmers: OK, where's he
heading to?
Parfit: Who?
Chalmers: Cute.
Listen--I could have you
deported back to Disneyland
before you can say
Golden Grahams.
Dennett: You can track
D.I. Major, right?
There's a chip in his head.
Parfit: It's a nanotransmitter.
[Chalmers sighs]
Parfit: And he's managed
to take it offline.
Huh! Oof, incredible.
I really knocked it
out of the park
with this update.
Kelly: Hi.
Hi, sorry.
Uh, is, um, John Major
in the building?
Man: No.
Kelly: Carver?
Man: No.
Kelly: Uh...
Chief Superintendent,
um...Dennett?
Man: Raced off somewhere.
Kelly: There was an officer.
Um, she brought John flowers.
Julie.
Man: Sorry.
Judy's not in tonight.
Williams: No.
But I might be able to help.
I'll take you to Dr. Parfit.
She'll be able to find
D.I. Major.
Kelly: Great. Thank you.
What's your name?
Williams: My name?
It's--
Kelly: Sorry, could you
tell me on the way?
Great. Thank you.
Thanks so much.
Ha ha!
[Parfit sighs]
I hope you know
what you're doing, John.
Major: Might've guessed
you'd choose this place
to meet the Juggler, Cleasby.
Back where it all began.
Carver: Do you remember
what happened that night?
Cleasby: We were stunned--
Carver: Not you, you dickhead.
You out there meeting Kristof.
Things went badly wrong.
'Cause we weren't communicating.
Major: 3:30 a.m.
We should get in position.
Cleasby: What about me?
Major: You're staying
in the car.
Cleasby: But Juggler's
here to meet me.
He'll be looking for me.
[Carver whispering] John.
John, what is it?
Major: Shh!
Someone's coming.
Carver: John, who is it?
Major: Surprise, surprise.
Carver: What?
What is it?
Major: What can I say?
I saw my best friend
and my wife.
Together.
Carver: You wanna talk
about that now?
Major: You were right, Roy.
We can't leave things
left unsaid.
Carver: You were gone
for 5 minutes. John.
Gilbert and Ryle!
Ryle: Carver.
Gilbert: And Major.
Major: It's one thing, you
being with Kelly after I died,
but this was before.
Carver: John, I'm really sorry.
Look, it was
just that once and it were
only a kiss.
Gilbert: Where's Cleasby?
Ryle: Shut up.
Major: Roy.
Carver: Forget about Cleasby.
Where's the Juggler?
I don't believe it's
one of you two bellends.
Major: How long was it
going on for, Roy?
Ryle: Juggler?
We don't know anything
about any Juggler.
Carver: Bollocks!
Major: Roy!
Don't ignore what's
going on here.
Carver: They know
what's going on!
Who's this?
Is this the Juggler?
Ryle: Shit.
Carver: Dennett?
Dennett: Major! Carver?
What are you doing here?
Carver: So, you're the Juggler.
Dennett: What's the Juggler?
Major: I trusted you, Roy.
You're my rock, you and Kelly,
my north and south.
Dennett: I'm following
this pair.
You said they were suspicious.
Ryle: We haven't done anything.
Carver: So, who's the fucking
Juggler? Who?
Dennett: I've got it!
It must be some kind of
criminal alias.
Carver: Fuck!
If I hear that once more!
Major: Tell me this.
Do you love her?
Carver: Who'd you take
your orders from?
Ryle: We don't know what
you're talking about.
Gilbert: From Cleasby.
Ryle: Shut up, Gilbert.
Gilbert: It's over, Jeanette.
Liam Cleasby.
Carver: No.
It can't be Cleasby.
He's just a low-level
drug dealer.
Gilbert: It's just what
he wants you to think.
Carver: It can't--it can't be.
Cleasby's in the back
of our car.
Where is he?
He was right there.
Major: Just answer
the question, Roy.
Do you love her?
Gilbert: Major!
[Gunshot]
Major: Gilbert.
Ryle: Simon!
No! Help!
Dennett: What's happening?
Major: We've been set up! Again.
Cleasby: Who's the little
scrote now?
[Gunshot]
Ryle: Oh! Aah!
[Gunfire]
Aah! Aah!
[Gunfire]
Carver: No!
Major: Get out of the way, Roy!
Carver: No!
I won't let him hit ya!
Major: No, Roy,
I won't let him hurt you!
Carver: No, I can't
let you die again.
It was my fault the first time.
Major: Bullshit.
It wasn't your fault.
Carver: You know
it was my fault.
You remembered everything.
[Gunshot]
You saw me kissing your wife.
Down!
[Gunshot]
Major: It was my fault
that happened.
I remember now what a dickhead
I was.
[Gunshot]
Carver: I was the dickhead.
Major: I've been
a dickhead for years.
I didn't deserve her.
Didn't deserve you, either.
And I still don't.
[Gunfire]
I'm covering you, Roy.
Carver: No, I'm covering you!
Cleasby: Now I've got you.
[Kelly sighs]
That felt good.
Major: No, I'm covering
you, Roy.
Carver: No, I'm covering you!
Major: I'm gonna save you!
Bastard, I'm gonna
save you, you--
Dennett: It's over, boys.
Major: Help me up.
[Grunting]
For fuck's sake, wait.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
[Siren wails]
Major: Hold on.
It's a shame
things ended like this.
Gilbert: You should've
went back--[coughing]
You know, backup.
Ryle: We know.
Like a computer.
Major: Funny.
Gilbert: It's just banter.
Major: You saved
our lives today.
I'll never forget you
for this, Judy.
Williams: Fuck's sake.
When he says this, I could
kill him myself.
I'm not even joking.
I'm gonna write my name
on one of those fucking balloons
and I'm gonna choke him with it.
Dennett: Just in case,
what are the stats?
Parfit: 39% suitability.
Dennett: Yeah, don't bother.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
Kelly: I came as soon
as I found this.
Major: You were only supposed
to read that if I'd died.
Carver: Who's it to?
Kelly: "Kelly, I give
you and Roy my blessing.
"All my love, John.
P.S.: Only read this
if I've died."
Dennett: Someone wants
to speak to you.
Chalmers: I owe you
an apology, John.
The fact is, I came to SIU
tonight to pull the plug.
But from what I'm hearing,
you singlehandedly
brought down the Juggler=-
Liam Cleasby.
Carver: Not singlehandedly.
Chalmers: As far as the AI
Ethics Committee is concerned,
your future is now
absolutely assured.
I'm so pleased.
Dennett: Nice work, boys.
Carver: That's great, Major.
Major: Yeah, yes.
All good.
Carver: Brilliant.
Kelly: It's getting late.
We should--we should go home.
[Chalmers chuckles]