No Offence (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

She's missing.

She died the same way
as the other girls.

Sexually assaulted then drowned.

She wanted a boyfriend.

That special someone, where
barriers mean nothing.

I saw the photo my dad sent you.

Oh.

I enjoyed it! Knowing she
wasn't going to fight back.

Is she leaving?

Yeah.

We take control of Patti's profile.



Make him do a bit of work
to keep him interested.

And apparently he is.

Ooh, I still love that sound.

We've had two more strikes
from Handyman overnight.

~ I don't believe this. I dreamt it.
~ Did you?

Yeah, well, I dreamt one.

Two. Wow, double fun.

Shush.

Tegan, disturbance at the travel
agent, Marsden Cross. Come on.

I know for a fact it was that old
smoothie I left out of the fridge.

Lousy first impressions of
a new involuntary partner, eh?

You sure you're good to drive?

I'm good for anything now, pal.

What's your name, mate?



Noel?

They know where we live.

They're going after my wife. A bunch
of women. They've gone after Elizabeth.

~ Ah, Jesus.
~ He's been slashed. Get the medics.

~ Hey, hey, listen to me, all
right. You'll be all right.
~ Where's your wife, mate?

Noel!

13 Windrush Court. She's
eight months pregnant.

Handyman's tried to make
contact with Miller.

Yeah, me being Patti, at three this morning
going, "What are you thinking about?"

You didn't engage?

And again at 3.37, "What do you
dream about?" I've said nothing.

Erm, why didn't you reply?

He's testing to see whether
her traffic's being monitored.

If he got an instant reaction
to his e-mails in the dead of
night he'd be straight onto us.

So this is typical
of a good bite, yeah?

Oh, sir.

~ Chat-ops lads in my department
told me congrats were in order.
~ Oh, at the very least, sir.

Only I thought we'd agreed to keep to
typical daylight hours for chat-ops.

Yes, but this is Handyman
unilaterally fishing.

It implies growing interest.

I was up half the night playing two ends
against the middle with this nonce.

I've been strategically pestering him
with a few other sluttier specimens.

Gobby Downs versus Princess Downs.

His preference is obviously for
the more Christian souvenir type.

I've, er...

.. I've another one ready
to go through imminently.

I'm alone up in my room sneaking online
while getting dressed for school.

When I mention long,
white, sensible socks

and T-bar sandals he'll be
jizzing his mental tits off.

And as to why he is so gifted
communicating like a total nonce,

I defer to Dr Peeps'
psychiatric talents.

I haven't the time
or the inclination.

My God. I didn't realise
it was that harsh.

~ Are you OK?
~ I've patients waiting.

I am right, aren't I? To
be tingling about this?

It's typical of a very good bite.

Thin your full-length socks.

Whatever the setbacks with Cathy

and my reservations about
her living under your roof,

we concentrate on the
progress we've made

and the trust you've built
and we professionally

exploit the shit out of it.

Yeah, well, we are both certain this
should make Cathy a lot more...

.. even stronger.

It can be a sign of women
breakthroughs, can't it?

Send anything new
as soon as it comes.

I'll, er, respond between sections.

What now?

Dinah, I've had much worse injuries much
more suddenly than Cathy dished out

and talking to you about it isn't going
to move us a single step on, is it?

So let's save my breath for Cathy because
you're going to need it all the more.

If we ever see her again.

Elizabeth. Open up. It's the police.

Elizabeth!

It's the police!

Elizabeth!

Back off!

Sit down. Sit down. Elizabeth, yeah?

~ Are you hurt?
~ No.

~ Is the baby OK?
~ No.

~ Urgent medical assistance
required, 13 Windrush.
~ Where is he?

~ Copy that.
~ Your husband's safe.
~ Don't worry.

~ We'll get you out of here.
~ OK?

~ Eight month pregnancy...
~ He's got no fucking right to be safe!

Why wasn't I told, eh?

Whoa! Get off me you mad bitch.

Why wasn't I told what he's done?

He murdered a little girl.

He beat her brains out with
a fucking baseball bat.

And nobody ever told me.

YOU MURDERER!

~ What are you doing? We need this.
~ Huh?

Fuck off! I paid for this.
They make me pay for this, no.

Not for somebody like him, no.

Oi! You with the parka.
I want a word with you!

Tegan!

There he is! Go, go, go, go.

Shit!

You really know how to throw
that shit about, don't you?

Are you kidding me?

Is that real? That is
not real! Seriously?

Another reason why I shouldn't run.

We both saw the look
and heard the lie.

"Looming breakthrough" is a phrase that
I invented to pad the last report out.

What is going on, Dinah?

Me and Cathy had a fight.

She doesn't live with me any
more, she's moved in with Alpha.

The chief just specifically urged
you to prepare her for trial

should our luck be changing,
which it looks like it is.

~ Just bring her home, Dinah.
~ Fuck off, Joy.

She's 16, he's 18 and they
get more sex than you do.

There's nothing I can do or say
that she wants to listen to.

I've left dozens of
messages and she...

I haven't slept, Viv.

~ I think Alpha's got my heart.
~ If she's got your heart, Dinah...

And, actually - fuck
off from me, too.

I'm the chief, he's just sir. Or what
his mother called him, Darren McLaren.

If she's got your heart, Dinah, get her
back on board for the sake of mine, yeah.

If he finds out we've lost her, you
will be the one breaking the bad news.

~ Where is she?
~ Take a breath, Noel.
Let the lady do her job.
~ Elizabeth?

~ She's fine, we've got her. Just stay still.
~ I need to speak to her.

It could've been your jugular. It could
have been your face. Count your blessings.

It's not my face.

Your boss needs to know.

I'm Christie Feeney.

Fuck me.

Echo 2-7-7-4-5. Foxtrot, to control.

Urgent request for secure
escort for unique cargo.

Come on! Can somebody... Connie,
I need boss' attention, right
now. If she left the building,

~ tell her to turn back.
~ She's in there looking at twisted
shit I'd pay NOT to see.

That's brilliant. What about panties?

That's your VIP on the way to St
Clare's, ma'am. Christie Feeney.

There's been an attempt on his life and
if them images are genuine on Twitter,

his new face is going
around like a dose.

Tell them I want credible diversions
and conspicuous policing

at Wythenshawe and North
Manchester hospitals.

~ Any names surfacing for who knifed him, yet?
~ None, so far.

Should've gone to Spec Savers
and hit a decent artery.

Christie Feeney was a ten-year-old
from a fucked up family.

The boy served his time and
the man's paid his debts.

If you want to pretend to
believe in reform, Spike,

you belong in the church, not on
my payroll. Is that understood?

Tegan and Jonah chased a well-built
fella in a fishtail parka.

That's as much as we've got.

They're just prepping theatre. They'll
be here for you shortly. OK, Noel?

I'm Detective Inspector Vivienne Deering,
this is Detective Constable Spike Tanner.

Where's my wife?

She's in protective custody.
She's unharmed.

What do you want me
to call you, Noel?

Not Noel.

Do you have any idea how your new
identity was breached, Christie?

I told my wife last night.

Why would you spend ten years growing
into a new life - new face -

only to expose yourself?

Secrets make you sick.

Look where blabbing got you.

What's this? Three million quid's worth of
care and rehabilitation? You're a silly lad.

You could have had
any life you wanted.

Not after her car accident.

Elizabeth was told
she'd never have kids.

She told me that before
we got face-to-face.

Which was fine, because I categorically
never wanted to be a father.

In a month, we'll both be parents.

I didn't just blurt it out.

It took me 35 weeks.

She... she didn't say anything.

Nothing.

She just stood there in front
of me and texted me, "Get out."

I don't have friends to talk to.

I had nowhere else to go.

I told her I was going to stay at the
shop and when I woke up this morning,

~ there was bricks coming through the window.
~ So, who cut you?

I didn't see a face.

Excuse me.

We've had a phone call from Mary
Hagan, witness protection, she's
flying over from Belfast

and until she gets here,
you're under my protection.

Now, if you value which ever
life you get next, Christie,

You'll do exactly as I say.

Speak to no-one else.

~ Understand?
~ OK.

Ma'am...

~ Who's he to me?
~ That's Christie Feeney's uncle.

He's not my nephew, he's not my brother's
child, he's not my mother's grandchild.

Christie Feeney is a curse to the
family of young Siobhan King,

who must be turning in her grave.

And he's still haunting my family.

This is not justice. He should
never have been released.

Honestly, I've dreamed so
often he was dead somewhere

and in the dream I offer
20 grand in cash.

~ Where are we?
~ 'Yeah, he's out of theatre
and into recovery, Ma'am.'

We've got officers on every entrance,

no-one in or out except
vital hospital staff.

We'll move him as soon as
he knows what day it is.

Have you any idea how we're going
to shift him in one piece, ma'am?

'Given that some of these head-the-balls
think he's a 20 grand target.'

No, Spike, not yet - and if you
have, and you obviously have,

then asking it that way round
makes you look like a total knob

for trying to make one of me.

What have you got?

Look at the messages.

That's what people think I am.

I'm curious to know why you would put

you and your baby at risk by blowing
it to the world this morning.

It's not my baby.

They won't let me abort it now.

I'll have to go through with it.

But only three or four weeks then
anyone who wants it can have it.

It's a girl, isn't it?

What did you think would
happen when you tweeted

your husband's real identity?

~ I didn't.
~ Well, somebody did at 5am.

Noel told me that he told you.

Who else did he tell?

I can pull your phone
records if I have to.

This is an attempted
murder investigation.

Some kind soul tweeted this
photo of your husband.

I told my mum but...

~ I want a full name, address, phone number...
~ She's in France.

She can barely use her mobile
let alone put it on Twitter.

I had a septic abortion
when I was in Greece.

I was told I couldn't
have children...

.. and then Noel showed up.

I mean, absolutely nothing,
I couldn't believe my luck.

Do you love your mother?

Do you love your father?

He couldn't have done it. He's dead.

Bits of both of them are
what make parts of you...

.. and what you're carrying.

Noel?

We've been contacted by your brother.

Kevin.

He was concerned for your safety
once the news had broken.

He's a busy man and
he's made the effort.

Now, I understand that you
have not spoken in a while...

but take the olive branch, Elizabeth.

'Yes, that is the correct postcode.'

'Are you sure? Seven Echo Lima?

Danny, you can you can ask
me seven different ways

but the answer's still yes.

If you're looking at the warehouse
then that's where he lives.

If I hadn't just done a deal on this
you'd have had nowhere to sit.

Come in.

~ Where's the fancy dress?
~ It might not pay like selling skunk

but having all red's worth
a few ounces each month.

This is hers.

All right, she's coming in.

~ This looks fantastic.
~ Thanks.

~ Are you still getting the morning sickness?
~ Yeah.

She keeps wolfing down
a tube of Pringles

before the porridge and fruit.

As has to be more comfortable.

No disrespect.

None taken. It's a shithole.

Yeah, well he'll have
his own place soon.

Need to be somewhere?

I need to be here.

If we're doing swerving
issues, where's my cuddle?

'Alpha down to the
control room, please.'

No, fuck off. We've
got family visiting.

'Don't do that.'

Well, Dr Peep said to say,

"Clean slate. Move on."

~ She's keen to see you.
~ So, that's your rush.

OK, Cath, but we are this close to...

You've been "this close" since we met

and every time I go through this
shit, it doesn't just stay up here.

It all ends up somewhere down here
and I'm not having it, Dinah.

You've got to help me
change her mind, Alpha.

I can see what she means,
and it's got to be no.

You're welcome any time, but... no.

Would you let me speak to Cathy?

Why would that help?

Stop snarling, I've
done nothing wrong.

It would help because
- a) I'm not you, so,

b) I'm in the position to say
things quicker and clearer.

"I'm hiding again..."

Isn't sneaking better?

Yeah, I liked "sneaking."

No, hiding carries
more vulnerability.

I'm hiding again from gym class -
spelled correctly but all one word.

We need them to think that
Patty's a clever girl

and she's from a nice family,
whose onset adolescence

isn't just frustrating her, it's
turning her against her family

because she's finding
them overprotective.

Well, that covers my ex-wife
to a T and she covered it

in three words on the divorce
papers - "I deserve better."

Hello?

Hi, are you all right?

Oh, yeah.

I haven't heard from Cathy yet.

I've just come back from there
and the living conditions are...

It's nowhere near safe. She needs
a patrol car keeping an eye on her.

What are you telling me for?

I'm in no position to
ask favours of anybody.

But if you make strenuous concerns

about the welfare of
your patient to Joy,

she'll have to cover her own
back by covering Cathy's.

Wow, haven't I seen you on the telly?

Detective Inspector
Deering, Mr Feeney.

I've had the video
checked by lawyers.

I said nothing in it that I wouldn't
repeat the second I'm out of here.

And on the next one, I promise
you now, it's going up to 50.

Do you know how much it cost me

to relocate me, my sister and
my mother from Northern Ireland?

They couldn't sell their houses.
We had to leave everything.

You're doing pretty well
at the moment, though.

Your turnover has not only
consistently survived the recession,

it's outperformed all independent
competitors in the plantire field.

So goes the website - which needs
spell checking, by the way.

In your position, is it wise to draw
attention to your associations?

You already tried the opposite,
but that didn't work, did it?

What, so the bounty's just
a business protection scheme?

We've only just got our names back

and that includes 13 kids between
us if you count my ma.

We throw parties for everything,

but even three years after he
beat that girl's brains out,

the only family photo to appear
in the newspaper was Halloween.

Fucking right it was a business
protection scheme!

~ Strangulation.
~ What?

He never beat her brains
out with a baseball bat.

It was death by strangulation.

~ So fucking what?
~ In a Home Office report,

a forensic psychiatrist noted
that Christy's understanding

of asphyxiation was of a
survivable sexual nature.

It was learned behaviour from
repeated assaults he had endured

at the hands of several adult male
members of his extended family.

That refers to his
fucking mother's side.

That's on file with social workers.

It's not what it says, though,
and when people go around tweeting

whatever little bits suit them...

.. it becomes a very dangerous world.

Are you threatening me?

I think so.

I knew a social worker on
this case. Told me all sorts

that never went public, you wouldn't
want to hear. Believe me.

So, don't tell me, Spike.

Cabin crew, five minutes to take off.

Doors to manual and
cross check, please.

OK, let's go.

Going OK with the new partner?

All right, I suppose.

I mean, she can get impatient.

Tell me about it.

She can be an absolute
cow, if I'm honest.

~ Toxic cow if you're more honest.
~ Yeah.

But then she sucks your
dad off in a public toilet

and that brittle exterior
just gets... wiped away.

Stuart, can I borrow you?

It was a joke.

Hands up who didn't know Tegan was
banging Stuart's Dad's brains out?

Right, we're swapping for that.

You've got first dibs
on the angry mob.

You OK with that, Christy?
You can breathe?

Just wait. Are we all
sorted downstairs?

~ Right, as we'll ever be.
~ OK, let's go.

Right, stay close together.

This is an Osman warning.

You're aware the clients
have been threatened

~ but you're declining protection.
~ Mm-hm.
~ OK?

Thank you.

Hey.

Are you OK? Yeah?

Inspector, thanks.

Are we sure your home's
safe in the event of...?

I breed guard dogs.

Fair dos.

You'll have to take
that off. I can't.

Well, apparently you've had more
antibiotics than a box of burgers,

so you should be all right for a bit.

You'll have to practise walking.

Get up and move your legs around.

Just walk up and down.

You all right?

Yeah.

Here you are, stick this on.

You OK?

It's all right, they're with us.

So...

.. who attacked you?

You saw the guy?

Twat made sure I did.

Could do with a name, mate.

You know, this isn't about you.

If he's done it before, he'll do
it again, and one of the next times,

it'll be a fatality.

They always are.

If Elizabeth chooses to come with me,

which now, I think she'll have to,

I don't want someone else's vendetta
chasing us to the end of the earth.

We've been in enough trouble already.

I could have been anybody.
Watch the watchers.

All right, well, the front
entrance is a bit overcrowded.

Can I ask you a question?

Odds are that you've never
been able to have a passport.

How the fuck did you end up
working in a travel agent?

I mean, ain't that, like,
self-harming or something?

It was an obsession in prison.

Not at first.

I know I was ten but
I still couldn't read.

Then, once I'd learned the basics,

the only things left on the
trolleys were travel books.

But, that's all I had for 18 months.

Then when I got my first GCSE,

the staff bought me this
atlas of the world.

It was literally nearly as big as me.

Didn't sprout up till I was 17.

I couldn't have my plastic surgery
till that happened so...

that's the place where
I stayed the longest.

They weren't allowed to write
any dedications in it.

Now, I wish they would have.

But, if they would have,

I wouldn't have been able to
take it everywhere with me,

which I have.

Come on, Sarge. Home time.

I bet you ate better
than this in solitary.

Oh, and if you want to walk like
a 30-year-old traffic cop...

pretend you beat your wife up.

~ Drive on the gears not the brakes.
~ Yes, ma'am.

She won't talk to me,
not straight away.

If you're giving us up, you tell her.

You make sure you promise
her that this has to be said

for her benefit, not mine.

She'll listen to you and
then she'll hear me out.

Elizabeth was handed over into her
brother's care a couple of hours ago.

Like him or not, count
your blessings.

She's got someone to fall back
on until she can get to France.

We've got a date, he's
agreed to a date.

~ Today?
~ He won't say where but... I've scored.

OK, OK. Now, warn Maclaren

we're going to need warrants
for surveillance.

Tell him I'll be right over as soon
as I've delivered the precious cargo.

They've even taken
the cooker, the twats.

He's way too smart to come back here.

Unless he thought Elizabeth had.

I thought you'd used
up all your holidays?

Ma'am.

'DI Deering calling all
available officers.'

The number on the collar of the
uniform we gave him - 22047.

It's negative on that, ma'am.

We just found his epaulettes and service
jumper in the centre of town.

You sound like you're
in Cafe Pacific.

Why don't you go wave your big
fat cock in their grandma's face?

Pipe them down.

We're in an internet cafe.

~ Did he use any equipment?
~ Well, he did,

but I'm not having him look with
his manager in data protection.

Open your blouse and
try again, Constable.

Actually, I'm not even asking.
Just pull up his pages, now!

So, come on, mate. You and
Tegan shift-swapping...

What's that all about?

Is it shagging or money?

Shagging, yeah?

Yup. It's always shagging.

Milk?

Sugar?

Cheers.

~ There you go.
~ Ta.

The cafe made me a promise
they wouldn't spit in it.

"He's there this time, promise."

"If you don't want to
meet, can we skype?"

"Benchill Bowl, 8pm?"

Yes!

And I am going to jump
right on your filthy net

and wring it from the inside, matey!

No phone number yet, though?

There's been no advisable
opening to push on that.

Can we speed that up?

Can we speed up an
advisable opening? No.

Have we used a numerical two yet?

No, we've been a fairly
good speller so far.

Use one now. Like she's
getting impatient.

And excited?

No, impatient. "I can't wait
to see what you sound like."

Knock knock.

Seriously? Dressed
as a police officer.

Sir, that was a good plan until
our precious cargo decided,

unfathomably, to flee the nest.

From inside the station?
Where were you looking?

We were under the impression that
he was grateful for the protection.

You can't even make an alert public.

Missing copper?

Who gives a shit?

Yeah, fine, Darren.

I'll willingly accept
a good pasting for this

when I've time to look humble.

Today's not the day, I'm afraid.

Handyman is on the
move and so are we.

Christy Feeney's witness
protection officer is on her way

to Shannon Airport.

Have you ever spoken to her?

Well, she makes herself
sound very high up.

Yeah, and I'm not going
to give her the bad news.

Excuse me. Right, Christy's used
the internet cafe in connection to

Find My Phone, ma'am... sir.

~ Presumably Elizabeth's.
~ Going where?

We're just reopening the search page,

but her brother's number plate
has just shown up at the NCP

right next door to the Ellis Hotel.

Locate his vehicle. Make
sure it is going nowhere.

And unless you see Christy Feeney,
do not enter the hotel.

Not till I get there.

The suspect is in the fishtail.

I'd put the whole of next week's
doughnuts on that being him.

It is. It is him and
we were this close.

Jonah's is convinced Elizabeth's
brother sliced Feeney's throat.

Well, if they've got each other's
GPS, we're in deep shit.

Elizabeth. You don't have
to talk to me, just listen.

Elizabeth.

Listen to you.

Elizabeth, you need to
see this, sweetheart.

Come and have a look what
your brother's good for.

~ Go on, then.
~ Kevin Edmondson.

I'm arresting you for
actual bodily harm

and one count of attempted murder.

~ All right, pal?
~ Get off!

Your brother's credit card was used
to buy fuel at 7:10 this morning.

17 miles from home, a mile and
a half from the travel agency.

You told your mum, she told him
and he tweeted it to the world.

~ Can we get a few words? Just a quick shot?
~ Oh.

So, press money is the only
honest ingredient to reunite

previously estranged siblings?

Check their wallets for
credentials and coke.

I've got 50 on the ratty snapper
facing possession at least.

Kevin, you were determined to get this
fella one way or another, weren't you?

Missed the vital organ, so you
sell your sister down the river.

I don't know anything about
it, I swear. I swear!

How much is he getting
out of this, Elizabeth?

Fucking animal!

Hey, stop. Stop.

~ You deserve each other,
that is all you deserve.
~ Listen! Listen!

Listen to what? What?

There's nothing to say worth having!

~ Elizabeth!
~ No. You've got to calm down.

Calm down.

~ Wait!
~ Listen to me, you pumped up fucking closet.

I'll happily turn for the pleasure
of fucking you up the arse

before I slit your ugly
destructive throat.

You won't even know it's me.

I'll recognise your cesspit
eyes a mile off.

Yeah? Well, they weren't this colour
before and they won't be again.

Expect me!

Wait, wait.

Please just let me go and
see her. Two minutes.

Elizabeth.

It's just me.

Can I use your phone?

Just try, please?

Please? Just two minutes?

Thank you.

Please, don't hang up.

You can't hang up...

.. cos I'm never going
to see you again.

And this isn't for you.

I thought I hadn't slept.

Then I remember waking up

and wishing that I hadn't told you

but I don't now.

I couldn't have brought up your kid.

Cos they'd know when you're
lying and that petrified me.

Elizabeth, you can't sell
your side to the papers

because it's not just your side.

They'll drown you.

And whether you keep our baby or not,

those clipping will haunt her
for the rest of her life.

Trust me.

I've told the solicitor to sign
all my assets, the businesses,

everything, over to you.

All you and...

.. whoever her parents
are going to be.

Oh, God.

Ma'am, we have to shift it.

~ There's traffic coming our
way, they know we're here.
~ Elizabeth...

Just, please, if you know
where she's going...

.. just make sure that
I get some photos.

I won't make contact. I promise.

They won't let me.

Tell her to send the materials to me.

I'll make sure they see their way.

Right, bring the vehicles
round the front.

We're coming down now.

Fuck!

~ If he's hedging his bets all
the way, we can't nick him.
~ Yes, we can.

Taxi arrives at the bowling alley,
you wait for him to pay for the cab

and then dive straight
in and Taser the nonce.

Dinah, why would the man
pay for an empty cab?

The fact is, we need a lovely
bit of syndrome bait.

And you understand what
this entails, Olivia?

She means you know what's
involved, Olivia.

What they're asking you to do.

Obviously.

We all want him caught.

She volunteered before
I could ask her.

Olivia says she's sure if we're sure.

She doesn't look scared, which
worries me for starters.

Also reckon she'll do
it with or without us.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to send you out
- there's still time -

with £100, to buy whatever
clothes you like.

Give you a little
bit more confidence.

Plus, I'm having to pull
the plug on this shift,

and if I'm driving her about...

Spend £100 each.

~ 'Hi, Dad.'
~ 'Hi, Daddy.'

'What's the password for Netflix?'

~ I love you.
~ 'I love you!'

~ No, say it separately.
~ 'I love you.'
~ 'I love you.'

Erm, it's going to be a
bit of a long one, girls.

But I'll kiss you both
night-night when I get in, OK?

'OK!'

All right. Break the
bad news to your mum.

Tell her I'll call
her in half an hour.

'OK!'

~ I love you both.
~ 'Night-night.'
~ 'Night-night!'

OK.

Night-night.

Now, we obviously don't know
what this guy looks like,

so Patrick Llewellyn's description
is all we've got to go on.

This is the man that singled out
Lucy Cooke right before she died.

Everyone has a copy?

There'll be a standard quarter-mile
radius around the alley.

Officers will be positioned as
customers and car-park attendants,

every inch covered
by HD surveillance.

Now, we don't know this guy,
but we know he's smart.

So what's the golden rule, people?

Who's watching the watchers?

Olivia's safety is paramount.

She'll be no more than ten feet away
from an officer at any one time.

Handyman won't get any closer
to you than what I am now.

If he does, I'll twat him.

Well done. You were
nearly me in there.

Now, if you'd wanted to be 100%,
you would have been asking

where the rest of your
soldiers are. Stuart. Taz.

Why am I still hearing
we're two officers down?

Joy.

Erm... Er, I stationed
PC Ahmed and O'Connell

outside a furniture-storage
facility in Ancoats.

Sir, it was at my request.

To cover Cathy.

She's living there.

Call them in.

Now.

You were told to tell me about
any changes affecting this case.

Whose decision was it not to?

All right, watch and learn.

I will do.

Screen three. Solo male at the bar.

Yeah, we're on him, Ma'am.

Olivia's arrival in one...

You all right, guys?
What size can I get you?

~ Just a seven and a ten, please.
~ OK, sure.

Well, sending her to Fat
Camp backfired on you.

Looking very "teamwork" to me.

Yes! Whoa!

Cheers.

~ Here we go.
~ Solo man by the bar is on the move.

'Everyone prepared.

'Stuart, hold back. Don't spook him.'

And that's an arrival on Olivia.

OK.

~ How you feeling?
~ I'm ready.

Good.

OK.

Stand on your marks. Solo man
going outside. Repeat, outside.

Nothing happens unless
he approaches the taxi.

'Sit tight.'

Stand by. Yeah, he's clocked her.

No, it's a false alarm.

~ 'Stand down.'
~ Right. Relax, relax. Everybody stand down.

So. That's that, then.

What's Dr Peep's expert
guidance on this now?

Well, any number of reasons
could have held him up.

'Why are we waiting out here?'

If she's going in, I'm taking her.

With all due respect, Mr Bacon,

you got yourself far too
pissed on the shopping spree

to help anybody out.
So sit down and shut up.

And give me your car keys.

'No, wait, wait! No!'

~ Shit. She's mobile.
~ 'Well, go after her!'

'I thought you said minimum fuss?
Do you want fuss or not?'

Cos my instincts are telling
me to get the fuck out of here

'before I wreck everything. Sarge?

'Do you want fuss or not?'

Shadow the man in the
rainproof jacket.

Excuse me.

~ 'Are you with anyone?
~ 'This was £24'

on sale.

Are you with anyone?

~ Do you know this man?
~ No.
~ Well...
~ Hey!

I was only trying to ascertain...

'Well, fuck off and
ascertain that way.

'Can somebody get this gimp's picture

'and stick it on the door?'

Are the rest of yous right in the
head? Why is this girl on her own?

Don't yous read the papers?
Oh, no, that's right -

you're too busy shelling out
membership cards to nonces.

Look at him! Is it any wonder
the car park's always full?

~ It's all right.
~ You and all!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

You wait 40 years to
witness public morality,

and it has to be this mad bitch.

Abort. Abort.

Alpha?

It's not funny.

I'm not laughing.

Alpha?

Never mind me. What about
that poor girl's parents?

~ Eh?
~ Just get in.

~ Cathy?
~ We need an amb...

We need an ambulance. He's dying!

~ Are you hurt, Cathy?
~ Yeah.
~ Is Alpha?

Really badly.

~ All right. Are you where I left you?
~ He's dying. He needs me.

No, no, no, no. Cathy, answer me.
Are you where I last saw you?

Is Alpha with you?

Dinah! Dinah! He's here!

~ He's still here!
~ We've been had.

He's on foot. I want a chopper,
I want dogs, and I want them now.

Shit!

Intercept vehicle at junction
of Mill Road and Albert Drive.

~ That fucking cat...
~ What cat?
~ On his arm.

We are that close. Calm,
methodical, Sunday fucking best.

Here you are. Two of
Manchester's finest.

It's just I've wanted to put him

in my Sticker Book
of Bastards for years.

~ He looks after me.
~ He treats you like a dog.

Oh, my God.