Babylon (2014) s01e05 Episode Script

What is it, some sort of soluble polymer? All right, lads? I'm David.
We're from First Chance Actuarial.
Banjo.
We're from the ARV.
It's a building society.
Yeah, work jolly.
You know how it is.
Sometimes you just gotta let off some steam, haven't ya? Yeah, uh Anyway, um See you out there.
You won't see anything, mate.
Is anyone else finding their mask a bit pinchy? - No.
- No? Mine's just a bit pinchy.
Shit! Let's bag us some grouse, boys.
This is what suspension's all about.
It's all right, lads.
We're all clear.
Sod it.
I can't see.
Ow! - Robbie would've loved this.
- Where is he, anyway? - The fourth Beatle? - Texted him.
Didn't text back.
Just a polite reminder.
Next time you're thinking about going rogue and popping up on Sky News without telling me Did I not? I thought I mentioned it.
Yeah, you'll run it through me.
Because from now on, Liz, you know who you are? You're the Queen.
You're a figurehead in a set of pearls and a nice hat, and we just wheel you out whenever we want you to wave at someone.
And do you know who I am? I'm the Prime Minister.
I run things.
The minute he takes the iron chair, your head on a pike.
It's a funeral, Finn.
How about you show some respect? Two neighbours.
The fighting type.
One gets drunk and reverses his car into the fence.
But whose fence is it? Because now this guy's refusing to pay.
And every Friday and Saturday night they get two sheets to the wind and end up scrapping it out on the front lawn.
Richie Miller.
Bright and early one Sunday morning, he goes out and he puts up the fence himself.
Right out there in front of the whole neighbourhood.
Now, that's the Richie Miller I remember.
Man of the people.
Boots on the ground.
That's who he was.
You all right, Rob? Yeah.
I'm just not hungry.
I saw an eyelash on my sausage.
Bonus.
Free banger.
Pull the old Grange Hill.
Listen, mate.
Have you spoken to your legal guy? Look, Robbie, a few hours in the hot seat and it's done.
That's the beauty of the fast-track system.
This time next week, you'll be cruising in the Trojan, gagging on my eggy farts.
He's right, mate.
You don't need to worry.
- I'm the fuck-up.
- It weren't your fault, mate.
I missed the gun.
He was packing it, and I missed it.
Yeah, but it was dark, innit? So what are you saying? I just need to eat more fucking carrots.
Look, You could've been killed, but if I go in there and tell them that, some curly-wigged pube sucker's gonna put me out of a job.
Warwick, listen to me, it weren't your fault, all right? Karl was just an ordinary, decent guy, and that is how we're gonna remember him today.
We just wanna know what happened to him.
We just want answers.
Where's the police? And if there's nothing to hide, why won't no one talk to us? Hi, Liz.
I've got Mo for the Twitter Q&A? Finn said you'd take care of it.
I'm sure he did.
So, Mo was responsible for an 18% reduction in street drinking offences in his area, plus he introduced a new dog-fouling initiative.
Dog-fouling.
That's great.
That's something we can all get behind.
It's not like there's a pro dog shit lobby.
It's a start.
We're still implementing.
So, are you two okay if I leave you to it? Absolutely.
Well, let's get down to it.
Roberts was heavily tipped in '06, but the feeling was he was a bit of a fart in the bath, politically speaking.
Forget Roberts.
Forget Collins.
Look at all these bald, boring, white bastards.
It's like staring into the crowd at a fucking Genesis concert.
You're the alternative, and we shouldn't be afraid to lean into that.
Do you know what this force was like 30 years ago? It wasn't very friendly towards black people.
I mean, the lads on the van were all right, if you could take a joke.
But it wasn't all that easy to get promotion.
It was harder for me.
But, yeah, things change.
Except now people look at me and they say, "Oh, has he had a few favours? Is he really all that?" And I don't talk about that.
No, I don't even mention that because people don't need much to have you down as chippy, you see, or difficult.
So I don't give them the chance.
So if you think that after swallowing all that, I'm going to let one single shit-bag say I got this job through anything other than sweat, shoe leather and ability then, with all due respect, you can fuck right off.
Frankly.
Okay.
No.
With me, we emphasise the bearing.
I have good bearing.
Awesome bearing.
Yeah, great bearing.
I'm the disciplinarian.
I'm the crime and punishment candidate.
But one thing I'm not, and that is likeable.
I'm aware of that, I'm basically unlikeable.
Well, sir, I think you're being a little harsh on yourself there.
It's something we can work on.
Good.
I don't wanna lose this thing because I'm not the Mayor's preferred squash partner.
In the meantime, let's keep reminding City Hall that I've got some flex in me.
I'm open to any and all solutions to our current funding shortfall.
Yeah, sure.
I mean, if that's the way you wanna go.
And, Tom, reach out to the mother of Karl Jeffries.
I'd like to sit down with her today if possible.
Absolutely.
Now, the uniform.
I've been thinking about some modifications I'd like to make in the event of my appointment.
- Can you - Sure, yeah.
Uh, Tom could you send out for some proper coffee? Well, um I can ask Cathy if she'd send out for some proper coffee.
- Thanks.
- Yeah, I've been looking at the epaulets.
Unbelievable.
Our Black Monday furniture sale will open in two minutes.
Thank you for your patience.
I mean, we're not protecting an embassy, are we? It's hardly civil unrest, is it? I don't see the difference.
You turn up, do what they say, go home, eat some beans, have a shit and go to bed.
The difference is, Nobbo, it's not public service.
I will put myself in harm's way for a political exile.
I'll do that all day long.
But I will not take the bullet for a fucking mahogany bookcase.
- It's the same.
- Isn't the same.
Well, it is for me, 'cause I don't give a shit about politics and I don't give a shit about furniture either.
We're doing more and more of them lately.
One a week, two a week.
What's this, third one this week? Rent-a-cops.
That's all we are.
Crowd control and hand relief.
Job.
Beans.
Shit.
Bed.
What do you think of that one? For the flat? Yeah, maybe.
I thought we could buy it today.
Yeah.
Uh, do you know what time you'll be starting? Is that him? Well, just, um, let me know what happens, yeah? You need to get over to the far side, 'cause they're gonna let them in.
Oh, right.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, look I've I've gotta go, just Whoa, easy, easy.
Everybody stay calm.
Just calm down, yeah? It's just some bargains.
Let's try not to soil ourselves.
Okay, here's a question from No, sorry, that's offensive.
Okay, here we go.
That's inappropriate.
These aren't even questions, they're just unpleasant streams of words.
Hi.
Where's Finn? Upstairs with Charlie.
9:30 circle-jerk.
There's a briefing in C Room.
You wanted to know when the missing child appeal was going live? Will you excuse me? Get Carly.
We need the photograph and Liz, uh, do you want the - Hold on to it.
- Okay.
I want to start the appeal by throwing the search open to the public.
That's potentially tricky, because we can't use volunteers in a missing child case unless they've been CRB checked.
Oh, come on Well, think of the headlines.
"Paedo helps cops in search for missing boy.
" What about photos? Um, not great.
We've had one from the family, but it's tiny.
We tried blowing it up, but Right.
We know.
Have you seen this random collection of pixels? So, we're leading with what? We're gonna go with this.
Uh, I haven't seen this.
Where did we get this? We got it from his room.
And he had this with him when he went missing? No, but it's his.
It belongs to him.
Then I don't see the relevance.
The relevance is we have nothing.
No photo.
He's olive-skinned, which, like it or not, is a factor.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, certainly an easier sell, media-wise.
And the panda comes in where? We don't say he had it with him.
We say this is a real little boy and we don't know where he is.
No, it's confusing.
I don't see the relevance.
I like it.
We need to make people uncomfortable.
Make them sit up, take notice.
We lead with that.
Anything else? Um Mia? Do me a favour.
Get me everything you can on Sharon.
Like what? Height, weight, favourite member of the Wu-Tang Clan.
I don't know, Google her and find out what you can.
Can I get some water? PC Collister, who took the call? It came over the radio, sir.
Uh, it was probably Tony.
- Sorry? - Tony.
PC Bancroft, could you just talk me through that footage, please? - I've just shot him in the back.
- Mmm-hmm.
And to be fair, you can't really make it out on these cameras.
PC Vas.
Could you explain to me what's happening with your footage at this point? Just trying to put the chest bandage on.
But he'd already gone.
That's why the camera's sort of all over the place, 'cause I, I'm pushing down on the bandage like this.
Okay.
You can put the iPad down now.
- Thanks for coming in.
- Cheers.
PC Tony Forbes.
Come in and be seated, please.
Grant.
Liz.
Hi, Liz.
Sorry I missed you at the funeral.
Nice service, I thought.
Very intimate.
Yeah, listen, I wanted to run something by you.
Bit left field.
What do you think of Sharon? For commissioner? Well, I think we like Inglis.
You like Inglis, or you think you like Inglis? To be perfectly frank with you, Liz, he's proving himself very adaptable to the role.
Very adaptable.
Really? That's interesting.
And I don't know Sharon.
I have no idea who Sharon is.
Who's Sharon? I mean, I know of Sharon.
I'm aware of Sharon, but I'm aware of Malta.
Doesn't mean I want to go there on holiday.
Right, forget it, just thought I'd float it.
Bye, Liz.
Assistant Commissioner.
I want you to front up the press conference.
No need.
I've given it to Martins.
He does all our press appeals.
Uh, well, I've seen Martins and to be honest, I'm worried about his delivery.
He's boring.
And we don't want people falling asleep when we're asking them to stay alert.
Okay.
Fine.
Theo was last seen at a playground 200 yards from his house at around 7:15 p.
m.
Last night, so, obviously, some 18 hours on.
We're very interested in hearing anything the public might have to share.
We are particularly keen to hear about a black Ford S-MAX seen either This is all I could pull together on Sharon.
I didn't have much time.
6:30 p.
m.
And 7:10.
What's it for? Just a bit of background.
wearing a grey t-shirt and I want you to stay with their family liaison.
Oh.
Right.
Are you sure? I need someone from PR with the parents in case a story develops.
It's just, you know what they say? Murder's carried out by someone they know.
What if I go home with them and open a cupboard and a body falls on me? Oh, my God, Mia What? I don't know what I'm saying! I'd just feel much more comfortable staying here and doing the Twitter.
Two words, Mia.
Step up! Please don't hesitate.
Um, I've got his favourite toy here from home.
I stress he didn't have this on him at the time, but this belongs to little Theo.
This is what happens when you mess with the big dog.
Britain's elite firearm unit just got a new recruit.
- Bang.
- See you later, Mr Bystander.
Robbie.
Portrait of a firearms officer.
A man on the edge.
So, uh, shall we go and get a coffee? Spare me the fucking latte, yeah? If you don't want it, just say, because I've got indies with their tongues hanging out for this shit.
Um, Matt, I think you've done an amazing job with the material.
It's very slick Look, mate, this is real.
This isn't some shit with Robson Green on a bike solving crimes in fuckin' Cornwall.
This is Robbie.
He's a real guy with a real gun.
I mean, last week, second week on the job, he was involved in a shooting.
Wow.
And you have footage of that? I wasn't there.
That's not the point.
The point is, this is it.
This is the film I wanted to make.
So, I tell you what.
Here's the pot.
I'll wipe the seat for you.
Now shit or fuck off.
PC Robbie Vas.
New to the unit.
Could you describe his temperament? Uh, no, he's a good guy.
- But? - But nothing.
He's, uh Excited to be on the unit.
We're all like that when we start out.
I mean, you'd be pumped up if you were walking through Stonebridge at 2:00 a.
m.
With three kilos of heat on your shoulder.
You make him sound unstable.
No, he's not unstable.
That's not what I said.
Then what? Um I don't know, he's, um Uh, giddy.
That's the word.
Write that down, uh, giddy.
Giddy? Giddy, that's how you'd characterise your fellow firearms officer.
Giddy? Look, there There was, um We were on a call, and, uh There was an old mate of his, some idiot, and uh And Robbie got up in his face a bit, and that's all that it was.
But the night of the shooting, he was the boss.
Okay.
Thank you for coming in.
Thank you.
Talking.
Recap.
Bit of legal.
Photo of a body.
Yap, yap, yap.
What about you, Tone? The same.
So, do you reckon it's over then? Nah, still got to do the general knowledge round.
I hope you're good on famous bridges.
Nah, that's it.
Put it to bed.
Crack on with the job.
Decent.
That's good, innit? Bosh.
Magners.
Whose round? I appreciate this is not the right time, but I think you should apply for commissioner.
I'm serious.
Well No, I'm keeping my powder dry.
I'm thinking about putting myself forward for chief constable in Northumbria in a couple of years.
Hmm.
I spoke to the Deputy Mayor.
I asked him about you.
What did he say? He was interested.
But not over Charlie? I mean, not Not that angle That's That's a really strong angle.
- He's black.
- Yeah.
There's no getting around that.
He just is.
And they like that.
Everyone likes that.
- Yeah.
- It looks great.
It is, everyone thinks it's really great.
But the first female commissioner? That's huge.
And they're on board for that.
They just need to get to know you first.
My record speaks for itself.
Eighteen years, never taken a soft posting.
Well, apart from six months covering the dog squad.
I was handing out treats and putting down water bowls.
I get all that.
All I'm saying is we could do a little work on your visibility.
Ah.
Starting with what? Heading up a press conference? That made sense, operationally.
It was the best thing for the search.
One thing, Liz.
I am not your sock puppet.
You don't get to put your hand up me and draw on some googly eyes and then flap my mouth about.
Look, Sharon, this place is on fire.
It is burning to the ground.
Richard, the Jeffries shooting, and do you know what Finn is doing? He's bolting the front door and he is locking all the windows, and now Charlie's going 'round and he's collecting all the fire extinguishers, and he's dousing them in petrol and he's burning them all.
Fire extinguishers.
On fire.
I can make this place work better than it does.
And I'm not gonna say that that's my calling because that would make me sound crazy, but I am not crazy.
I am fucking Mary Poppins.
I was brought here to fix this thing that needs fixing because none of you could do it yourselves, and I am gonna finish what I started.
What Richard started.
And once it is all done and all correct, I can put up my umbrella and I can disappear, and you all can go about your business.
Liz, if this was a roadside stop, this would be the point in the conversation where I'd ask you to step out of your vehicle.
Sharon, you are a contender.
You have brains and steel, and no one in this place has the faintest fucking clue who you are.
I read your journal piece on collaborative policing.
Academics, the community, a joined-up policing network.
It's complicated, but I get it.
I can help you sell it.
Well, this isn't me saying yes But how would we deal with Charlie? I will work on a strategy.
Huh.
- Hi, Tom.
- Oh, Liz.
Hey.
How's it going? Busy, as per the norm.
But then, if I wanted a quiet day, I'd get a job at fucking A&E! Hey, quick question.
Charlie.
'Cause I'm hearing something about him doing favours for City Hall.
You know, bending over, showing a bit of stocking top.
Yes So, if I was to say to you, "In what ways is Charlie proving himself adaptable "to the role", you'd probably say Very little, because I'm fearful.
As a default position.
Tom, maybe there's another angle on all this.
Maybe when all it shakes out, you don't have to get into bed with Inglis.
Maybe there's another bed.
Maybe Sharon has a bed, with a very nice duvet with a very high tog rating.
That sounds cosy.
Help me out, Tom.
Special agreements.
Private contracts.
Store sales, corporate events.
It's a slight shift, but it's going over well at City Hall.
I can't be anywhere near this.
Finn will string me up by my ball hairs.
And that isn't paranoia, that is a verbatim threat.
Mmm.
Thank you.
You've been a big help, Tom.
Mia Do some digging.
Find out where our manpower's deployed today.
If there is a traffic cop itching his nut-sack at a rest stop somewhere, I want to know about it.
How'd it go? Yeah, it was pretty tough to be honest with you.
When you see the pictures of the kid's face, suddenly it all seems real, you know? Are you okay? I don't know what I am, Davs.
I thought maybe we could get Chinese, talk about it.
Look, I I have to go, okay? - Bye.
- Okay.
Result! This'll be fine.
We should, um, radio in for additional close protection.
Which number is she? - Number 23, sir.
- Thank you.
Hello.
Mrs Jeffries, this is Acting Commissioner Charles Inglis.
May I come in? - Shall we wait in the car? - Yeah, let's do that.
The search continues for Theo Metaxas, the four-year-old boy who has now been missing since 7:00 last night.
Well, we can speak to Assistant Commissioner Sharon Franklin.
Assistant Commissioner, what is the latest on the search for Theo? At present, we have no confirmed sightings, but we remain cautiously optimistic, and we would ask the general pub - What have you got? - Uh, not much.
There's some horse show at Olympia, but we've only got a couple of guys on the ground.
Apparently, we've got 30 TSG stationed at a furniture sale in Stanmore.
I can use that.
Good work.
So what's this, then? A cheeky little firework up Charlie's arse? Mia, this is about deployment of resources.
We have an on-going search.
We need all of our manpower on the street.
The whole "firework-ass-insertion" thing, that is a happy coincidence.
Hi, Jamie speaking.
- Jamie, Liz Garvey.
- Oh, hi.
Listen, off the record, there's something I thought you might like to know about Charles Inglis and his current operational priorities.
Yeah, you're going to want to write this down.
Someone's fucking us.
Story live on The Guardian, "Charles Inglis and his merry band of rent-a-cops.
" Thirty TSG out of a force of 30,000.
It's a drop in the ocean.
Hmm, factually true.
Doesn't make a great story, though, does it? Here's one, "Cops guard occasional chair while missing boy wanders "into threshing machine.
" And that's just off the top of my head.
Nah, they can't put this on me.
I was nowhere near this.
And yet, guess what? Lesson one, heavy is the head.
I won't be railroaded into making bad operational decisions for the sake of my profile.
- No, I learnt that from Richard.
- Sir We have adequate resources on the missing boy, and a city to protect, right? Thirty TSG makes no difference.
We know that, but once the paps get down there, you're the ex-Acting Commissioner who let a child die to save a fucking beanbag.
Get them out.
Get them all on the boy.
Where did this come from? God knows.
Bastards.
Liz.
They're an untapped resource.
Dog-fouling? They're trained police.
And you're suggesting what? PCSOs.
We take every PCSO in London and we put them on the search.
Yeah, we already have PCSOs assigned.
I don't know, 60, 80.
You'd have to check in with the SCD1.
Then we get more.
'Cause the clock is ticking, and right now, there's an army of Community Support Officers out there wandering around picking up dog turds and asking homeless men to put their pants back on.
Liz, what you're talking about here, this is about manpower.
Now, that's what I do.
That's what happens on the side of the desk that you don't get to sit behind.
Deployment of resources.
That's not PR.
Isn't it? We get more officers out there looking for the boy.
Boots on the ground.
But not just any officers.
PCSOs.
Blacks, Asians, men, women.
A representative snapshot of London.
A police force that looks like the city it serves.
And you, front and centre, at the head of it.
And we wouldn't be seen to be, you know, in terms of exploiting events? Sharon, this works for everyone.
The boy, the search, everyone.
Marco, thanks for coming in at such short notice.
I understand the Armed Response Unit paid you a visit on the 13th.
Yeah, those fucking pricks at the Am I allowed to swear? Yeah, so those fucking pricks at the kick patrol, they phoned in a A bomb threat, and that's when, um, Rob rolled in.
How would you describe his state of mind that day? Same old Robbie.
He went to my school, little mug.
So he comes in there, right, showing off his little piece.
I think he thought I'd be impressed, but I wasn't, 'cause I've seen a gun before.
At a firing range with my uncle back home and that.
Yeah, and that, so - How about the other three? - What other three? There was two.
But it was four officers in total.
No.
Two plus one equals three.
He wasn't there.
- And you're You're sure about that? - Yeah, positive.
So are you gonna tell me what Banjo said or what? Is it all over? Don't know.
We have to wait on the verdict.
Knowing my luck, he'll probably shoot someone else on the way home, just so he can hang onto you for a couple more weeks.
Look, I know you're excited, and I'm excited too, but this is a big deal for him.
He's got a little bell, a little silver bell, and whenever he's feeling sad or a bit randy, he just gives it a little ring.
- That's not how it is.
- Yeah.
Uh, your delivery receipt for the sofa.
Ah, yeah, cheers.
You bought a sofa? We need a sofa.
Oh, for fuck's sake, Clarkey.
Seriously? You can't just wait, can you? You have to keep pushing and pushing and pushing.
Just give me some space.
You know what? Have it.
For you and Banjo.
Hope it's fucking comfy.
Wagons roll.
There's a missing kid and they want us on the old bingo patrol.
What you on about? You know, eyes down, looking.
Jesus, someone's on the rag.
Spillage in the paint aisle.
- Thanks for coming back in.
- No problem.
How can I help? You're an ambitious guy.
But I tell you what doesn't look good.
Obstructing an inquest.
You're new to the unit.
Long career ahead of you.
That's if you're smart enough about it.
Just for further clarification, could you point out your position to me when the shot was fired? That one, with the blocky head.
What did you draw this on, Minecraft? Because that looks to me like Warwick had the better shot.
That makes me wonder.
Why would you take the shot? Why would you take the shot if he had the better shot? I saw the gun, I had the shot, I took the shot Why would you take the shot? If you don't have the best shot, why would you take the shot? We're building a picture of two days prior to the shooting.
Spoke to the guy in the sports shop.
Plus a couple of other call-outs.
We've got the three of you.
Got you placed.
But no Warwick.
Sports shop, no Warwick.
Back at the station, no Warwick.
Witness in the street, in the car, no Warwick.
It's his gun that's been signed out, and no one's seen him.
Where was he, PC Bancroft, day of the sports shop, week leading up to it? Where was Warwick? No comment.
No comment.
He bottled it.
His head's gone.
Warwick was at his place.
We'd been dropping him off 'cause we were worried about him.
That's the truth.
You took your time.
Jesus, Liz, you've brought a lot of press.
What are you going to say? Uh, first I'm going to give them the overview.
Then I'll give them the objectives.
Then I thought I'd recap, uh, the overview and the objectives.
Okay, no.
We need to motivate these people.
This is not a PowerPoint presentation on traffic bollards, this is Braveheart.
Fine.
Maybe I'll just get up there and sing Eye of the Fucking Tiger.
That'd be a start.
Thoughts Uh Okay, can I have your attention, everyone? We're gonna get you out there, in a few seconds, but, uh, before we do, I just wanted to say, as far as I'm concerned, you are just as important as the SCD1 and all the other officers that we have, um, deployed out here today.
You are a valued part of this force.
You're the boots on the ground, and we need your knowledge and your connections, because no one knows this city better than you do.
So, I want you to take your phones out.
I want you to call five colleagues, and if they're off sick, or they're on leave, just call them and get them out on the streets looking, and together we're gonna bring little Theo home.
Yep.
Was that all right? Well done.
I don't know why I clapped my phone, I dunno why It was good.
Hello, mate, what you doing? Are you free? We've watched through all the body cam footage from the past few weeks.
Bet that was fun.
There is one question we'd like to ask.
Why weren't you on it? Hmm? What do you mean? Why aren't you on the footage, Warwick? Well, so you've never thrown a sickie? - Oh, so you were ill? - Has this come from Tony? Look, we're just trying to ascertain your state of mind on the day.
I'm not the one who shot him.
Although you do appear to have clear line of sight.
- Yeah, well I didn't.
- So you didn't have line of sight? - N No - But you saw he had a gun? - Yeah, I thought he did.
- He did, or you thought he did? I don't know You don't know if he had a gun? - Yeah, he did have a gun.
- And you saw it, or you didn't? - I I didn't - So you didn't see a gun? I thought it was fingers.
I locked up, I froze, and when I got there, the gun was in his hand.
So it was an error ofjudgement? Call it what you want.
PC Collister, would it be fair to say that your judgement's gone? PC Collister? Ah, fuck it.
Yeah.
Yeah, it would.
Just FYI, we know you leaked the furniture sale.
No idea what you're talking about.
We can't prove it, of course, since you learnt the ways of the Dark Side from the master, who would be me.
Delusions of Jedi.
Please don't be that guy.
I mean, say I Say I did leak it, and I didn't, private contracting? Whoring ourselves out? Tell me, Finn, is that the thin end of the wedge or the fat end? It's a period of transition, Liz.
We have to appear flexible.
Mmm, is that what you tell yourself when you're lying face-down, biting the pillow? I heard about your little rally.
March of the plastic pigs.
I thought to myself, "What a great idea.
Turn the search into a story.
- "A vanity manhunt.
" - This is about finding the boy.
Is it, Liz? Or is it about you? One last "look at me" piece of think tank skull-fuckery before we gut your office and turn it into a rumpus room.
Seriously, good luck with the search.
Two hundred more PCSOs from the borders, plus another 86 from Hackney.
I had a call from the Mayor's office.
Anything we need.
And they're aware of the timing, but they just wanted to put on record their admiration for all my efforts today.
Joined-up community policing.
You really think we could do it? What? Outflank Charlie? Yeah, I think we could do it.
But no half measures.
Cameras on all the cops, live feeds that go to your iPhone.
If we get a shot, we blow up the Death Star, and then we build a new Death Star, but an open, friendly, accountable Death Star.
- A Perspex Death Star.
- Sure.
We can finesse the details.
We begin once we find the boy.
This time next week, we'll be back in the saddle, right? Yeah, defo, mate.
Cruising in the Trojan.
Get some of that pension chat going.
You know I love hearing about your interest rates.
Busy fucking prick, Tony.
You've killed me, you know? Oi! Oi, oi, oi, oi! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Oi, oi, oi, back, get fucking back! Get back! You've killed me.
I'm a dead man.
I'm never gonna be near a gun for the rest of my life! You know something, Warwick? I should've told them.
I should've said something, but I didn't.
Did you say something, Rob? It wasn't him! Stay.
Just have a drink.
Let's talk about it, mate.
Nah.
Cheers for meetin' up.
Can I tell you something, Matt? Yeah, of course.
It's just, my old mates, they wouldn't get it.
My new mates, well, they're a fucking wreck.
You can tell me anything.
I did something and no one else knows about it.
What did you do? Rob? I moved the gun, Matt.
I put it in his hand.
All right.
Tell me everything.
My head hurts.
I should probably get a taxi.
No, I get it, man.
You was looking out for your mates.
It's what you do.
I'd do the same for you.
It's instinct, innit? Band of brothers, right? Yeah, so you just took the gun and put it next to his hand? It's fucked up, Matt.
Banjo's a fucking pro.
And he was right, I mean, the kid did have a gun.
It just wasn't in his hand.
This fucking job.
It is impossible, man.
So you just went over and moved the gun next to his hand? Yeah.
That's exactly what I did.
What's up? Rough day.
I need a shower.
So you just went over and moved the gun next to his hand? Yeah.
That's exactly what I did.
We now have over 600 PCSOs, um Is she using this? Is this a play? Either way, it looks the same.
Sometimes you just have to hold up your hands and say, "Well played.
" Federer, Nadal.
Very sporting.
There is one bunny we haven't pulled from the hat.
The Acting Commissioner was in full contact with the on-going operation, even as he spent three whole hours offering his condolences to the family of Karl Jeffries.
I see.
I build some trust, not easy, but you wouldn't know that because you weren't in there and I finally get this much, and then what? We burn it in the time it takes to make a fucking phone call? I mean, Jesus Christ, Finn.
Well Looks like we've got a new face for the board.
Thank you, Dermot.
If you do have any information that could aid in the search for Theo Metaxas, the incident number is Hello.
Liz, we've got him.
They've got him.
- Liz, he's gone.
- Mia's on the phone, they've got him.
Mia, where is he? You've She's got him right there.
He's not He's, um We did some great work today.
We didn't find this one, but we'll find the next one.
They tell you you're not allowed to cry.
It's not true.
Just not here.
Sad day.
Very sad.
I've got Cathy to book us a meeting room.
9:15 tomorrow morning.
I want us to get into campaign strategy.