Code 404 (2020–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Episode #3.3 - full transcript
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Guv.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
What have we got?
Victim
discovered at 0300,
contusions to the
neck and throat.
Yep.
Identified as
Dr. Mahmood of UCL.
The same university
as McAllister.
Bastard's sending us a message.
We found something
near the body.
Plastic number three.
What's he trying to tell us?
Three wishes. Three's a
crowd. The three amigos.
That's a evidence
marker. I put that there.
What we found was this.
We think the killer
bites his fingernails.
Put these straight in for DNA.
Four SOCO on your
team, isn't there?
Mmhmm.
So who's that?
Hey, hey, hey.
You got a bus to catch? Come on.
Mask.
Might've known it was you
nosing about, tabloid scum.
Just doing my job,
lads, same as you.
Who tipped you off?
Uh,
sources within the police.
Yeah, or maybe you came here
because you're the murderer.
So you're confirming this
is a murder investigation?
- Uh.
- No, we're telling you nothing.
Yeah, you're the
one who mentioned
serial killers, not us.
Serial
killer? Very tasty.
Shit.
- How many victims we talking?
- No comment.
Come on, lads, we're on the
same team. I can help you.
We didn't need your help
for the first six murders
and we don't need it now, okay.
So, seven victims.
He's got me again. I
mean, he's clever, Carver.
- It's not that he's clever...
- Don't get arsy just because
we're not making much
progress on the case.
Not much progress made.
Fuck it.
I can see why you guys are
trying to keep it quiet.,
One word of this in
your shitbag paper
and I'll arrest you for
contaminating a crime scene.
But if you even think about
running these pictures...
can you use the one
where I'm looking upwards
'cause I look a bit
chinny in the other one.
Think about it.
Get him out of here.
Get him out
of here, please.
Guv, alright.
You telling
me I run a leaky ship?
Well someone from SIU's leaking
information to the press,
we think you should go
public before they do.
With what?
Seven murders and
we've got nothing.
We've got the DNA, Boss.
Fingernail clippings,
I want more than that.
Blood, saliva, how about
producing some semen for me.
You'd have to give me
five minutes, Boss,
me head's not really there.
Look, we're doing
everything we can.
Not good enough. You've got
24 hours to make an arrest.
- You can't just...
- 24 hours.
Oh, hang on. It's
my day off tomorrow
so realistically you've
got until the day after.
48 hours.
No 'cause
it's mid-afternoon now
so you've got until first
thing the day after tomorrow,
so what's that, 41 hours?
40 hours?
Oh, I'm in a meeting 'til 11.
Oh, Brenda's chairing
so that could go on.
Right, so you've got like
42 and three quarter hours.
And not a damn second more!
Let's find out who's
been talking to the press.
How?
Plant fake information and find
out what ends up in the paper.
Uh, we know the killer's
Spanish with a wooden leg.
I'm like that chemical
you use to find out
who's been pissing in
the swimming pools.
Um, the killer likes to dress up
as Disney princesses. Get on it.
Oh, can you just give
us a minute please, mate?
Uh, boss eyes,
speech impediment.
Well, you came back.
Well, he killed my colleague
and he did it to engage me.
Worked.
We will catch him.
Bloody right we will.
I'm going to build a full
psychological profile,
age, sexual orientation.
Also, the killer was briefly a
member of the band Sugarbabes.
Pack it in, John,
she's not the leak.
Well, we don't know
that. No offence.
No, we do know that.
She's here to help.
Oh, right. Oh, sorry
I've only just noticed.
Noticed what?
Well there's a
thing between you like a...
sexual tension.
Fuck off, John.
No, it's fine,
I'm happy for ya. Just don't let
it cloud your judgement, Roy.
Will you give us
a minute, please?
Give us a minute, please.
There's no sexual
tension between us.
Sorry to hear that.
Told ya.
Uh.
Uh, can I
borrow you guys for a minute?
No, Roy's a bit busy.
No. Yeah, course, yeah.
Fantastic yeah. Nice
to see you again.
Blow her a kiss.
- What? Stop it.
- No, go on.
I'll do it.
Okay, so at first, um, this
might sound kind of bad.
Okay, you might
wanna sit for this.
- Ay?
- Yep. Mmhmm.
So, I have detected a
zero-day malware attack
on the recent addition
to DI Major's AI.
Great, you took that well.
No, no, no, we don't understand
what you've just said.
He's been hacked.
I've what?
Oh, someone's put a
fucking camera in his head.
Well not exactly,
it's some form of
remote spyware
embedded within the...
- Hello. Hello.
- Okay.
- Fucking hell.
- What?
Stay there. Stay still.
Huh. What you doing?
Fucking hell, it's moving.
Fuck off. Why
you freaking me out?
Shit. Who's in there?
Get off. Get off.
So who's done this then?
I'm
working on that.
Okay, it's probably
some lowlife loser
sitting in a basement
playing on computers all day.
You mean someone like you?
That was uncalled for.
So this spy person, they can't
see everything I do, can they?
Yeah, but... but not everything?
Everything.
No, get them out, Jesus.
Oh, that's a good idea because
I was sitting around
playing Animal Crossing.
But you are playing
Animal Crossing.
Yeah, well I was on my break.
Can you get it out or not?
There is a way but
you'll probably die.
Alright, so
what's the downside?
- Roy.
- Oh, come on.
I mean we're conducting
a highly sensitive
criminal investigation.
How can we do that if he's
got fucking spies in his head?
- He could wear a patch.
- Over both eyes?
Put a bag over his head.
I am sitting right
here, I can hear you.
Good point, you'll have
to plug his ears too.
Oh, fuck me.
Bingo.
DNA match on the fingernails.
Carver, we've got him.
Hang on, what... where
d'you think you're going?
To catch the Puppet
Master. Try and stop me.
You best find out
who's doing this. John.
"Duncan Pugh, aged 51."
"Minor convictions
for eco-activism."
In other words, a weirdo. What?
Did you know you had
spyware in your head?
Course I didn't know, that's
why they call it spyware.
Oi.
Oh, hey, we've got
to stop meeting like this.
Who's been tipping you off?
I, I, I told you.
You know, just sources.
Is it me?
The spyware implants in my
brain, they feed it to someone.
Is it you?
Spyware implants in the brain?
How long have you been
aware of this, DI Major?
Oi, what are
you playing at?
No, no, nothing, uh...
Are you aware of these implants
in your colleague's brain?
- You knobhead.
- He winkled it out of me.
Uh, he literally
shouted it into my face.
Will you stop giving
this twat information.
Yeah, I'm sorry, we should
go and arrest Mr Pugh.
And who's
that, the killer?
What d'you say his
second name for?
No, I mean we should
go and arrest Duncan.
Duncan Pugh.
- For fuck sake.
- Is that him?
- Ay?
Oi. Move. Oi, oi, get him.
Whoa, whoa.
- Don't touch me.
- Come on.
- I do not recognise...
- Get off.
Get off me.
Shut up you.
Control, be advised,
DI's Major and Carver have
puppet master suspect in custody
en route to SIU Central,
ETA 15 minutes, over.
Copy that, unit nine,
standing by to
receive suspect, over.
Ay.
This is rank
absurdity. It's preposterous.
This why you
did it, ay? Hmm?
For a bit of attention?
Be the big man.
Oh. Oh, yeah, go on. Uh,
uh, book him, Carver.
Uh, uh, uh. We, uh, we won't
be needing you anymore,
uh, we've got him.
Are you sure?
Yeah, course.
Look how shifty he is.
Guilty people are usually
calm once they're caught.
No, that's a cliche
from TV shows.
- Says who?
- I saw it on...
telly.
It's a cliche from
TV shows to say that
certain things are cliches from
TV shows and that's one of 'em.
The fuck.
Height, five
six and a half.
Five nine and a half
thank you very much.
Shut up. Uh, why's McAllister
gone into the
interrogation room?
I asked her to sit
in on the interview.
Oh, right. Well, I'll
get her another chair.
No, instead of you.
What? Why?
Why d'you think?
Fuck off.
We are leading this
case together, Carver,
you don't get to cut me out.
Why don't we ask the boss, ay?
See what she thinks about
you leading this case
with spyware in your head.
So...
this is the Puppet Master, hmm?
I don't know to what you refer.
Wow, he's a
real nut job. Nail him, boys.
Boss, Major's got
something to tell ya.
I'm, um, gonna sit
out of the interview,
let Carver and McAllister
handle this one.
You're the lead officers,
that's up to you.
It's for the best, mate, or
at least until we work out
what's going on in your head.
We're in a space of
complete acceptance,
free of any pressure.
A space where you can disclose
anything without judgement.
I do feel burdened.
There's things I wanna share.
The things I've bottled up.
- What do you want?
- I want therapy.
I can't possibly offer
you therapy, John.
But I'm not well.
Yeah, I feel like I've got
someone else in my head.
Yeah, well, the thing
is, I spoke to Dr. Parfit
and it turns out you actually do
have someone else in your head.
- Is this meant to be helping?
- No, John.
To be honest, I'm as freaked
out about it as you are.
Look, I'm really sorry,
just talk to Roy about it.
Oh, Roy's got no time for me,
he's all about his
new girlfriend.
Professor McAllister?
They're not together
as such, but,
you can see how they
look at each other.
How do they look at each other?
Well, it's kinda like a... oh...
...I've never
told anyone these things before,
but it feels so
liberating to share.
At last, to feel heard.
I understand
why you're upset.
You know, you feel
like this woman
has replaced you in
Roy's affections.
Not really.
Actually, it's worse.
Connected professionally, so,
it feels like a total betrayal.
Never thought of it like that.
I mean what you gonna do?
What, just sit around and
wait until Roy's decided
- he's made a massive mistake?
- No.
You can either
forget it and move on, or...
do whatever it takes
to get him back.
I'm gonna go and get him back.
Thank you.
I would like a
new therapist, please.
That's fair.
You've waved your
rights to a solicitor.
I can represent my
own interests, thank you.
I get it.
You're smarter than
the police, right?
Smarter than everyone,
always have been.
As a matter of fact, yes.
See you bite your nails.
Image 42a.
Image 42a is a
fingernail fragment
found at the crime scene.
I've never
been there in my life.
Haven't even told
you where it is yet.
I'm not a criminal.
Well, that's weird because
you've been convicted on
loads of minor offences.
Thank goodness I have,
otherwise, I wouldn't have
this rather neat alibi.
Was my ankle tag
at the crime scene?
I rather doubt it.
But then you would've
checked my location
before you arrested
me, wouldn't you?
Why wasn't I told about this?
May I go now?
We'll check the tag
data. Don't leave town.
Open the bloody door.
What you thinking?
I notice you've
excluded DI Major again.
He's just...
he's got other commitments.
Can I make an observation
about DI Major?
He's a little bit, um,
how should I put this? Shit.
Well, there's no need to worry,
you know, it'll be fine,
I know how to handle John.
Yeah, that's nice.
I'm really more concerned about
all the people getting murdered.
Take as many
pictures as you like.
Shit.
And this
is SIU. Snap away.
Uh, I like to
think of it as the, uh,
epicentre of the London
crime-solving scene.
And here he is, the
man of the hour.
What's that fucking
gobshite doing here?
Ballbag, stop taking pictures.
I know what you're
thinking, right.
Why have I bought a tabloid
journalist into SIU.
You see, the thing is, we came
across as a bit incompetent
- in front of him before.
- Uh, yeah, you did.
Yeah.
So I thought, you know,
bring him in, show him we've
caught the Puppet Master.
It's not him.
What?
It's not him. He didn't do it.
Are you a journalist?
Oh. Yeah, mate.
Because I've been
wrongfully arrested
and subjected to
prolonged harassment.
No, you've not. Shush.
D'you
wanna talk about it?
- I most certainly do.
- Right.
I've suffered repeated
persecutions by these people.
Okay, and
what actually happened?
Well, let me tell you.
I was dealt with in the
most ungentlemanly...
You, twat.
I was trying to do you a favour,
Roy, yeah, boost your profile.
Oh, yeah, you've done
that, haven't you?
I'm gonna look
like a right prick
on the front cover of
tomorrow morning's papers.
What you looking at?
Ay? Fuck it.
Pick 'em up.
Fuck.
Fucking hell!
Bravo, John.
Looks like you've found the
villain of the piece. Mea culpa.
Don't try blaming
the Mayor for this.
It was you.
Leave us.
Your revenge on me
for bringing you down.
For exposing you as the Juggler.
I did ask my biotech
friends to install some
cheeky spyware in your head.
Sorry.
But it did give me something to
watch when I was feeling lonely.
Milk?
Because your trial's
about to start
and you wanted to
spy on the evidence.
Oh, the evidence is conclusive,
I'll spend the rest of
my life in prison. Sugar?
Then get it off!
Sorry, can't do that.
But I can help you catch
your serial killer.
How d'you know about the killer?
Because I put
spyware in your head.
Right, yeah.
I served the
police for 30 years, John,
and I am a prolific criminal
myself, so I can help you.
Not interested.
And that journalist.
- How d'you know about him?
- The spyware in your...
Yes.
Surely you can do without
his interference, hmm?
According to this
ankle tag data,
Duncan Pugh was never
anywhere near the crime scene.
But what were his
fingernails doing there?
Killer's messing with
us, thinks it's a game.
Games have rules, this
has to mean something.
Right, this, this
is a stitch-up alright.
I mean, it's sick.
I'll tell you what's sick,
the contents we found
on your hard drive.
What's going on?
Okay, so... oh right,
you know, alright,
you planted it to stop
me publishing the story.
What? I dunno what
you're on about, mate.
You planted it. You
planted the evidence.
In.
Shit. Shit.
That's why the
fingernails were there.
The killer planted them.
Why frame someone
who's got an alibi?
You'd have to release 'em.
He wanted us to release him.
It's all part of the game.
Because Pugh's his next victim.
Exactly.
What's happening to me?
I've got enemies inside my head,
I'm fucking up the case.
We've got more in common
than I thought, Dad.
Oh, it's you.
What do you want now?
Come to give me a hand
with this banner, have you?
Has anyone
called the police?
I'll do it now.
Bring me my phone.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.
Guv.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
What have we got?
Victim
discovered at 0300,
contusions to the
neck and throat.
Yep.
Identified as
Dr. Mahmood of UCL.
The same university
as McAllister.
Bastard's sending us a message.
We found something
near the body.
Plastic number three.
What's he trying to tell us?
Three wishes. Three's a
crowd. The three amigos.
That's a evidence
marker. I put that there.
What we found was this.
We think the killer
bites his fingernails.
Put these straight in for DNA.
Four SOCO on your
team, isn't there?
Mmhmm.
So who's that?
Hey, hey, hey.
You got a bus to catch? Come on.
Mask.
Might've known it was you
nosing about, tabloid scum.
Just doing my job,
lads, same as you.
Who tipped you off?
Uh,
sources within the police.
Yeah, or maybe you came here
because you're the murderer.
So you're confirming this
is a murder investigation?
- Uh.
- No, we're telling you nothing.
Yeah, you're the
one who mentioned
serial killers, not us.
Serial
killer? Very tasty.
Shit.
- How many victims we talking?
- No comment.
Come on, lads, we're on the
same team. I can help you.
We didn't need your help
for the first six murders
and we don't need it now, okay.
So, seven victims.
He's got me again. I
mean, he's clever, Carver.
- It's not that he's clever...
- Don't get arsy just because
we're not making much
progress on the case.
Not much progress made.
Fuck it.
I can see why you guys are
trying to keep it quiet.,
One word of this in
your shitbag paper
and I'll arrest you for
contaminating a crime scene.
But if you even think about
running these pictures...
can you use the one
where I'm looking upwards
'cause I look a bit
chinny in the other one.
Think about it.
Get him out of here.
Get him out
of here, please.
Guv, alright.
You telling
me I run a leaky ship?
Well someone from SIU's leaking
information to the press,
we think you should go
public before they do.
With what?
Seven murders and
we've got nothing.
We've got the DNA, Boss.
Fingernail clippings,
I want more than that.
Blood, saliva, how about
producing some semen for me.
You'd have to give me
five minutes, Boss,
me head's not really there.
Look, we're doing
everything we can.
Not good enough. You've got
24 hours to make an arrest.
- You can't just...
- 24 hours.
Oh, hang on. It's
my day off tomorrow
so realistically you've
got until the day after.
48 hours.
No 'cause
it's mid-afternoon now
so you've got until first
thing the day after tomorrow,
so what's that, 41 hours?
40 hours?
Oh, I'm in a meeting 'til 11.
Oh, Brenda's chairing
so that could go on.
Right, so you've got like
42 and three quarter hours.
And not a damn second more!
Let's find out who's
been talking to the press.
How?
Plant fake information and find
out what ends up in the paper.
Uh, we know the killer's
Spanish with a wooden leg.
I'm like that chemical
you use to find out
who's been pissing in
the swimming pools.
Um, the killer likes to dress up
as Disney princesses. Get on it.
Oh, can you just give
us a minute please, mate?
Uh, boss eyes,
speech impediment.
Well, you came back.
Well, he killed my colleague
and he did it to engage me.
Worked.
We will catch him.
Bloody right we will.
I'm going to build a full
psychological profile,
age, sexual orientation.
Also, the killer was briefly a
member of the band Sugarbabes.
Pack it in, John,
she's not the leak.
Well, we don't know
that. No offence.
No, we do know that.
She's here to help.
Oh, right. Oh, sorry
I've only just noticed.
Noticed what?
Well there's a
thing between you like a...
sexual tension.
Fuck off, John.
No, it's fine,
I'm happy for ya. Just don't let
it cloud your judgement, Roy.
Will you give us
a minute, please?
Give us a minute, please.
There's no sexual
tension between us.
Sorry to hear that.
Told ya.
Uh.
Uh, can I
borrow you guys for a minute?
No, Roy's a bit busy.
No. Yeah, course, yeah.
Fantastic yeah. Nice
to see you again.
Blow her a kiss.
- What? Stop it.
- No, go on.
I'll do it.
Okay, so at first, um, this
might sound kind of bad.
Okay, you might
wanna sit for this.
- Ay?
- Yep. Mmhmm.
So, I have detected a
zero-day malware attack
on the recent addition
to DI Major's AI.
Great, you took that well.
No, no, no, we don't understand
what you've just said.
He's been hacked.
I've what?
Oh, someone's put a
fucking camera in his head.
Well not exactly,
it's some form of
remote spyware
embedded within the...
- Hello. Hello.
- Okay.
- Fucking hell.
- What?
Stay there. Stay still.
Huh. What you doing?
Fucking hell, it's moving.
Fuck off. Why
you freaking me out?
Shit. Who's in there?
Get off. Get off.
So who's done this then?
I'm
working on that.
Okay, it's probably
some lowlife loser
sitting in a basement
playing on computers all day.
You mean someone like you?
That was uncalled for.
So this spy person, they can't
see everything I do, can they?
Yeah, but... but not everything?
Everything.
No, get them out, Jesus.
Oh, that's a good idea because
I was sitting around
playing Animal Crossing.
But you are playing
Animal Crossing.
Yeah, well I was on my break.
Can you get it out or not?
There is a way but
you'll probably die.
Alright, so
what's the downside?
- Roy.
- Oh, come on.
I mean we're conducting
a highly sensitive
criminal investigation.
How can we do that if he's
got fucking spies in his head?
- He could wear a patch.
- Over both eyes?
Put a bag over his head.
I am sitting right
here, I can hear you.
Good point, you'll have
to plug his ears too.
Oh, fuck me.
Bingo.
DNA match on the fingernails.
Carver, we've got him.
Hang on, what... where
d'you think you're going?
To catch the Puppet
Master. Try and stop me.
You best find out
who's doing this. John.
"Duncan Pugh, aged 51."
"Minor convictions
for eco-activism."
In other words, a weirdo. What?
Did you know you had
spyware in your head?
Course I didn't know, that's
why they call it spyware.
Oi.
Oh, hey, we've got
to stop meeting like this.
Who's been tipping you off?
I, I, I told you.
You know, just sources.
Is it me?
The spyware implants in my
brain, they feed it to someone.
Is it you?
Spyware implants in the brain?
How long have you been
aware of this, DI Major?
Oi, what are
you playing at?
No, no, nothing, uh...
Are you aware of these implants
in your colleague's brain?
- You knobhead.
- He winkled it out of me.
Uh, he literally
shouted it into my face.
Will you stop giving
this twat information.
Yeah, I'm sorry, we should
go and arrest Mr Pugh.
And who's
that, the killer?
What d'you say his
second name for?
No, I mean we should
go and arrest Duncan.
Duncan Pugh.
- For fuck sake.
- Is that him?
- Ay?
Oi. Move. Oi, oi, get him.
Whoa, whoa.
- Don't touch me.
- Come on.
- I do not recognise...
- Get off.
Get off me.
Shut up you.
Control, be advised,
DI's Major and Carver have
puppet master suspect in custody
en route to SIU Central,
ETA 15 minutes, over.
Copy that, unit nine,
standing by to
receive suspect, over.
Ay.
This is rank
absurdity. It's preposterous.
This why you
did it, ay? Hmm?
For a bit of attention?
Be the big man.
Oh. Oh, yeah, go on. Uh,
uh, book him, Carver.
Uh, uh, uh. We, uh, we won't
be needing you anymore,
uh, we've got him.
Are you sure?
Yeah, course.
Look how shifty he is.
Guilty people are usually
calm once they're caught.
No, that's a cliche
from TV shows.
- Says who?
- I saw it on...
telly.
It's a cliche from
TV shows to say that
certain things are cliches from
TV shows and that's one of 'em.
The fuck.
Height, five
six and a half.
Five nine and a half
thank you very much.
Shut up. Uh, why's McAllister
gone into the
interrogation room?
I asked her to sit
in on the interview.
Oh, right. Well, I'll
get her another chair.
No, instead of you.
What? Why?
Why d'you think?
Fuck off.
We are leading this
case together, Carver,
you don't get to cut me out.
Why don't we ask the boss, ay?
See what she thinks about
you leading this case
with spyware in your head.
So...
this is the Puppet Master, hmm?
I don't know to what you refer.
Wow, he's a
real nut job. Nail him, boys.
Boss, Major's got
something to tell ya.
I'm, um, gonna sit
out of the interview,
let Carver and McAllister
handle this one.
You're the lead officers,
that's up to you.
It's for the best, mate, or
at least until we work out
what's going on in your head.
We're in a space of
complete acceptance,
free of any pressure.
A space where you can disclose
anything without judgement.
I do feel burdened.
There's things I wanna share.
The things I've bottled up.
- What do you want?
- I want therapy.
I can't possibly offer
you therapy, John.
But I'm not well.
Yeah, I feel like I've got
someone else in my head.
Yeah, well, the thing
is, I spoke to Dr. Parfit
and it turns out you actually do
have someone else in your head.
- Is this meant to be helping?
- No, John.
To be honest, I'm as freaked
out about it as you are.
Look, I'm really sorry,
just talk to Roy about it.
Oh, Roy's got no time for me,
he's all about his
new girlfriend.
Professor McAllister?
They're not together
as such, but,
you can see how they
look at each other.
How do they look at each other?
Well, it's kinda like a... oh...
...I've never
told anyone these things before,
but it feels so
liberating to share.
At last, to feel heard.
I understand
why you're upset.
You know, you feel
like this woman
has replaced you in
Roy's affections.
Not really.
Actually, it's worse.
Connected professionally, so,
it feels like a total betrayal.
Never thought of it like that.
I mean what you gonna do?
What, just sit around and
wait until Roy's decided
- he's made a massive mistake?
- No.
You can either
forget it and move on, or...
do whatever it takes
to get him back.
I'm gonna go and get him back.
Thank you.
I would like a
new therapist, please.
That's fair.
You've waved your
rights to a solicitor.
I can represent my
own interests, thank you.
I get it.
You're smarter than
the police, right?
Smarter than everyone,
always have been.
As a matter of fact, yes.
See you bite your nails.
Image 42a.
Image 42a is a
fingernail fragment
found at the crime scene.
I've never
been there in my life.
Haven't even told
you where it is yet.
I'm not a criminal.
Well, that's weird because
you've been convicted on
loads of minor offences.
Thank goodness I have,
otherwise, I wouldn't have
this rather neat alibi.
Was my ankle tag
at the crime scene?
I rather doubt it.
But then you would've
checked my location
before you arrested
me, wouldn't you?
Why wasn't I told about this?
May I go now?
We'll check the tag
data. Don't leave town.
Open the bloody door.
What you thinking?
I notice you've
excluded DI Major again.
He's just...
he's got other commitments.
Can I make an observation
about DI Major?
He's a little bit, um,
how should I put this? Shit.
Well, there's no need to worry,
you know, it'll be fine,
I know how to handle John.
Yeah, that's nice.
I'm really more concerned about
all the people getting murdered.
Take as many
pictures as you like.
Shit.
And this
is SIU. Snap away.
Uh, I like to
think of it as the, uh,
epicentre of the London
crime-solving scene.
And here he is, the
man of the hour.
What's that fucking
gobshite doing here?
Ballbag, stop taking pictures.
I know what you're
thinking, right.
Why have I bought a tabloid
journalist into SIU.
You see, the thing is, we came
across as a bit incompetent
- in front of him before.
- Uh, yeah, you did.
Yeah.
So I thought, you know,
bring him in, show him we've
caught the Puppet Master.
It's not him.
What?
It's not him. He didn't do it.
Are you a journalist?
Oh. Yeah, mate.
Because I've been
wrongfully arrested
and subjected to
prolonged harassment.
No, you've not. Shush.
D'you
wanna talk about it?
- I most certainly do.
- Right.
I've suffered repeated
persecutions by these people.
Okay, and
what actually happened?
Well, let me tell you.
I was dealt with in the
most ungentlemanly...
You, twat.
I was trying to do you a favour,
Roy, yeah, boost your profile.
Oh, yeah, you've done
that, haven't you?
I'm gonna look
like a right prick
on the front cover of
tomorrow morning's papers.
What you looking at?
Ay? Fuck it.
Pick 'em up.
Fuck.
Fucking hell!
Bravo, John.
Looks like you've found the
villain of the piece. Mea culpa.
Don't try blaming
the Mayor for this.
It was you.
Leave us.
Your revenge on me
for bringing you down.
For exposing you as the Juggler.
I did ask my biotech
friends to install some
cheeky spyware in your head.
Sorry.
But it did give me something to
watch when I was feeling lonely.
Milk?
Because your trial's
about to start
and you wanted to
spy on the evidence.
Oh, the evidence is conclusive,
I'll spend the rest of
my life in prison. Sugar?
Then get it off!
Sorry, can't do that.
But I can help you catch
your serial killer.
How d'you know about the killer?
Because I put
spyware in your head.
Right, yeah.
I served the
police for 30 years, John,
and I am a prolific criminal
myself, so I can help you.
Not interested.
And that journalist.
- How d'you know about him?
- The spyware in your...
Yes.
Surely you can do without
his interference, hmm?
According to this
ankle tag data,
Duncan Pugh was never
anywhere near the crime scene.
But what were his
fingernails doing there?
Killer's messing with
us, thinks it's a game.
Games have rules, this
has to mean something.
Right, this, this
is a stitch-up alright.
I mean, it's sick.
I'll tell you what's sick,
the contents we found
on your hard drive.
What's going on?
Okay, so... oh right,
you know, alright,
you planted it to stop
me publishing the story.
What? I dunno what
you're on about, mate.
You planted it. You
planted the evidence.
In.
Shit. Shit.
That's why the
fingernails were there.
The killer planted them.
Why frame someone
who's got an alibi?
You'd have to release 'em.
He wanted us to release him.
It's all part of the game.
Because Pugh's his next victim.
Exactly.
What's happening to me?
I've got enemies inside my head,
I'm fucking up the case.
We've got more in common
than I thought, Dad.
Oh, it's you.
What do you want now?
Come to give me a hand
with this banner, have you?
Has anyone
called the police?
I'll do it now.
Bring me my phone.
Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.