Code 404 (2020) s02e06 Episode Script

John!
Dad? Dad, is that you?
I thought
we might find you here.
We've been so worried about you.
Worried? Why?
Because you know I'm dying.
You've known from the start,
both of you.
No!
That's why you never
took down my memorial.
You knew I'd need it again.
Everyone knew, except muggins.
We didn't tell you because
we didn't wanna stress you out.
There's no need
for a ceremony this time.
Just dig a hole,
stick me back in there.
Don't even take the dog out,
there's room for both of us!
We are sorry about
the way things turned out.
Roy kept it a secret
to try and save you.
You were sorry last time I died.
But you got over it.
The both of you!
You're talking shite, John!
We haven't got time
for your self-pity.
You can either stay here
feeling sorry for yourself
or you can finish this thing
with your dad.
Finish?
Arrest him.
Earlier on at the hotel,
I-I put a tracing agent
in his drink.
We can track his location
My dad's an innocent man.
Is this what you're asking me?
On the final day
of my life, huh,
to arrest my own father?
Your dad's a dick!
You're a dick!
Get off me you dick!
Ey, ey, ey, ey!
Carver's right.
I can finish this thing.
I can catch the real criminal.
John, it's your dad!
My god he killed the robbers
then he stole the money.
Then he came back
to cover it all up.
Where are you going?
Churchland, the lawyer.
She's just a pawn at best.
That's what you think.
- I'm going to lay a booby trap.
- A what?
Where you seduce someone
in confessing.
That's a honey trap.
Is it?
Anyway, that's what
I'm going to do to her.
I'm desperate.
I'm gonna ask you again
and this time, I want answers.
How do you edit
a PDF document?
I'm having trouble
connecting to
the internet right now.
- God!
- Please try later.
I wish Dr Parfit was still here.
It's Clifford Major, boss.
He killed the Chelsea Bridge
gang and took the money.
I tricked him into drinking
a tracing agent
Slow down DI Carver.
You put something in my drink.
A bug or something.
Well, you didn't think
I'd let you get away did you?
So go on.
Track my location right now.
Now you know where I am.
If you want
what's good for Kelly,
which I think you do
you'll back off.
DI Carver?
Sorry, boss.
False alarm. I made a mistake.
- What the hell was that about?
Hello, my name is Brian.
Would you like to hear a song?
Shut up!
Sorry.
I know
you can hear me, Pigtails.
You're a man with two options,
die in prison
or tell us everything.
Maybe we can cut you a deal.
I'll talk.
Good answer.
I'm going to call my partner.
You've reached
the voicemail of DI Stokes
Stokes! Why?
I'm sorry, Judith.
They paid me a visit yesterday.
They? Who's they?
They threatened my grandmother
if I didn't cooperate.
And also offered me
a shitload of money.
Thanks.
Don't thank me, talk to me.
Roy?
Kelly, where are you?
I'm at home.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. What's
Kelly, I'm on my way.
Oh! Hang on,
someone's at the door. One sec.
Kelly? Kelly!
Shit!
Boss, they turned DI Stokes.
But I got him.
Pigtails took the deal
and talked.
It's Clifford Major, boss,
and the lawyer.
They're in this together.
Sorry, who am I speaking to?
It's DI Papastathopoulos.
Papath
Papastathopoulos.
Papath What?
Forget it.
I'm on my way to
Churchland's office now, boss.
Request backup.
She is highly dangerous.
Repeat, highly dangerous.
DI Major!
Hello, Elizabeth.
Or may I call you
Elizabeth?
What do you want?
I've answered
all your questions.
You've got nothing on me.
I've got nothing on you,
you've got nothing on me.
So here we are, both together
with nothing on.
Drink?
No thanks. I
need to be somewhere.
Don't be coy.
I've seen the way
you look at me.
I gotta go.
But the evening is young.
We haven't been
properly acquainted.
Let me get this straight.
Are you trying to seduce me into
saying something incriminating?
A booby trap? No.
I simply want to make love.
Obviously, if you wanna me ntion
something incriminating
along the way, well
that's up to you.
Go on, then.
Get your clothes off.
What?
Kelly!
Kelly!
Kel!
It's me. I'm at the rendezvous.
I've got the package.
- Get here!
Where's Kelly?
What have you done with her?
Nothing.
I didn't want this, Carver.
If you hadn't traced me,
I'd be gone.
Well, you'd best kill me now.
Because if I get out
of this alive
I'm taking you down.
Come on.
You took your time.
There was a complication.
- Roy?
- Dad?
She's kidnapped you too, Dad?
Course she hasn't, you dipshit!
He's been in on it
from the start like I told you.
What happened to you?
Long story.
He tried to have sex with me.
Okay, short story.
This wasn't the plan.
Plan's changed. I'll drive.
You watch them.
Chief Superintendent.
Where's Roy?
Excuse me!
I'm afraid you can't just barge
into my office like that.
His car's outside my house and
he's not answering the phone.
I think he's,
um, in real danger.
Churchland
has vanished too, boss.
Her office is deserted.
There's also signs
of a violent struggle.
But that's where John went.
We need to find John.
I thought
we were locating DI Carver.
Make your mind up.
Which man do you want?
Hey?
There's a love triangle
going on.
No, there isn't.
Three people always
make a love triangle.
I don't think they do.
Look, to me, it's simple.
Your priority should be
with DI Major.
- Why?
- I just think he's sexier.
Anyway, you're the one
who's slept with both of them.
Maybe Carver's got something,
the quiet ones often do.
The fact is,
DI Carver's capable of
getting himself out of trouble.
DI Major, all due respect,
is a fucking idiot.
But then again
it's Pancake Day
and DI Major's dying so
It's quite a puzzle, isn't it?
Maybe I can help.
I feel so stupid.
I've been telling Carver
you're innocent.
It's not what you think.
I did all this for you, Johnnie.
That's priceless.
- What?
- You!
So you kill a gang,
steal the loot
and fuck off to Spain
with all the money
just cause you're a family man?
Bullshit.
Where are you taking us?
Me and Elizabeth
are going to disappear.
We'll leave you in the van.
Carver, you'll be dead anyway.
Your computer's going to crash.
I've got something
to show you, Dad.
I'm augmented!
What does that mean?
The word 'augmented'?
I'll be honest,
I-I never really found out.
He's telling you he's the AI.
He's part computer, not me.
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought
you'd be ashamed of me.
Now, I don't give a
shit what you think.
But, if you're the AI
that means you're
the one who's dying.
What do you care?
There must be
something we can do.
Roy's tried everything,
I know he has.
It's over for me now.
Roy said that you'd quit.
Ah, but did I quit?
Or did I let
the tech company poach me
so I could use their resources
to build a more reliable fix
for Major?
It was the second one.
Okay, sorry.
So you have the resources
to fix John?
Bioelectronic neural dust.
Connects with
individual brain cells,
fuses the organic
and AI components seamlessly.
Okay. What are
you talking about?
God! You're a genius!
How did you
make that so quickly?
I didn't make it so much as I
stole it from a cabinet.
Which is still genius, right?
Um, yeah, okay. Will it work?
Only if it hits his bloodstream
before he crashes.
Which gives us
twenty-seven minutes
to locate him.
His tracker is not responding.
He could be anywhere.
Meanwhile, Clifford and
DI Carver are also missing.
Does anybody have any ideas?
Anyone at all?
I've got something.
Might be nothing.
Isn't that them over there
in that tiny screen?
John must have the glasses!
Oh my god!
The surveillance glasses.
Where are they? Where is this?
Uh we're gonna have to
work it out from the visuals.
Do the what with the what?
I already
lost you once, Johnnie.
You can't die on me again.
You'll have to go home and
cry into your piles of money.
What money?
Elizabeth got all the money.
It was all her.
She murdered
the Chelsea Bridge gang,
she took the money.
I was onto her.
But you didn't arrest her.
No. She made threats.
What kind of threats?
What kind of threats?
Against you.
She brought in a hitman.
He was turning up places.
At work, in the pub,
outside our house.
Why didn't you arrest
the hitman then?
That's what a proper copper
would have done.
It wasn't that simple!
There was a network,
they had 100s
of balls in the air.
They still do.
I thought you left because
you were embarrassed by me.
I had to keep you
at arm's length
to protect you.
- Really?
- Bullshit!
No. Think about it,
Roy, it makes sense.
Makes sense?
John, he's got you tied up
in the back
of a fucking Transit van.
I did it all for you!
I just don't know
how to prove it to you.
I do.
If you're telling the truth,
then untie us.
Go on.
- No! Dad?
- Carver's right.
It won't fix
the damage I've done,
but it'll be a start.
Dad! Listen to me.
You'll go to prison.
That's where criminals belong.
- Just No! Dad, stop!
- No, don't stop!
No! Think about it.
Don't think about it.
I'm I'm about
to drop down dead.
Yeah. I can feel it.
I-It's gonna happen any second.
I can't have you spending
the rest of your life in prison.
- I can!
- I wanna do this, Johnnie.
And I'm telling you not to.
Go, Dad.
Live your life.
Just fucking untie us!
Stay out of this, Roy!
What is going on?
Nothing! I've got it.
Stop mucking about.
We're nearly there.
Out.
Ah! Gotcha.
- We can fix a location.
God, this is exciting, isn't it!
You're a total dick.
Do you realise I'm dying?
Those might be the last words
I ever hear you say.
In that case
let me add that you're
a massive fucking cock twat!
Well, that makes two of us,
doesn't it?
What's that supposed to mean?
You didn't even trust me
to tell me I was dying.
Once upon a time
we'd have faced that together.
Well, that's because you were
- That's because you
- What?
Are they sex-shop handcuffs?
What's your point?
Have you even tried
to break them?
Fucking hell, John!
Snap the cuffs!
It's too late now, Roy.
It's not too fucking late.
Snap the fucking cuffs, John!
That thing yours?
Yeah. Robbed a bank, didn't I?
Got, uh
a few things to take care of
before we go, Clifford.
You said we were
gonna leave them in the van.
And I intend to.
They're not a threat, Elizabeth.
You've got your millions,
we'll be miles away.
Leave them. Leave 'em.
That boy has
always been your weakness.
And by the way,
we won't be miles away.
Woah! Woah!
I will.
Clifford!
Dad!
Go! Run!
Carver, she's got a gun!
She's got a gun!
- Roy!
- Carver!
Dad! Run!
Get out of here!
Johnnie!
Johnnie!
Go, Dad.
Leave.
This is it, Roy.
Time's up. I'm going
I should have been honest
with you, John.
You was protecting me, Roy.
That's what makes you
a great partner.
And
the man
who caught Clifford Major.
- Shit! Clifford!
Dad!
Dad!
- Dad.
Dad!
Dad, I need
to say something.
Dad!
I love you, Dad.
Roy!
John.
It's time.
Critical failure.
Five, four, three
two, one.
John?
John?
John?
John, can you hear me?
Yes, I can hear you.
I'm sorry for your loss,
DI Major.
Your father was
an excellent officer,
putting aside
all the crimes he committed.
We'll name something after him,
a helicopter, a canteen,
a birdbath, whatever.
Thanks, boss.
Dr Parfit's fixed you.
Good as new.
Turns out I'm not completely
useless after all. Hm?
In that case, Kelly
will you divorce me?
Yes, John, I will.
Fresh start for everyone then.
Including you, Carver.
Or should
I say 'Superintendent'?
No, you don't have
to use me full title.
You can just call me
Guv or Boss or Sir.
Oh, no.
The promotion's not happening.
Oh god, no!
With two suspects dead
at a crime scene?
We need a full investigation.
You'll be lucky
if you aren't demoted.
Anyway, I'm going
to the machine.
- Does anyone want Snickers?
- Oh!
Guess I'll just
call you Roy then.
Is it done?
It's done.
Good.
And they don't suspect anything?
Nope. As far
as Parfit's concerned,
she snuck off
with the magic potion
and he'll live
happily ever after.
Is it working?
Of course, it's working.
As of now,
DI Major belongs to us.