No Offence (2015) s03e06 Episode Script

It was Joy's wake and we were both so blind drunk.
Dinah, sorry.
Detective Chief Inspector Terry Taylor is just the man for the job.
She's asked him to be her eyes and ears on Friday Street.
Especially you two.
Thinks you're up to summat.
I thought he'd shot you.
I had to give the order.
- Dinah, we need him alive! - One, two, come on! We arrested your sister Faye yesterday.
Eh, what? You're about to be charged with the hate crime murder - of Abel Lander.
- Who? I'm a woman of my word.
I'll back you all the way.
HEART MONITOR BEEPS CONTINUOUS BEEP Caroline McCoy doesn't know what he just chose to tell us.
Better still, she doesn't need to know if he's dead at all.
Has he gone? Far from it, Caroline.
We saw a crash team dive in! They've identified a bleed which they wouldn't otherwise have spotted, so fingers crossed.
I'll show you out.
I'm with you, Caroline.
I'm fuckin' gutted.
God bless you! Call Miller for wetwork.
I want Beckett's corpse shifted pronto.
Open up.
They say you're asking for a favour.
- Yeah, thanks, I was wondering - No, no, no, no.
I just wanted to ask, who the fuck do you think you are, asking for a favour from us? Is Beckett dead or alive? We working out how to spin our defence, Dennis? I know Special Branch are involved, so I know I probably won't even get a lawyer.
He's a friend.
We go back.
Is he dead or alive? That's the very least I deserve.
OK, for your information, I've just come from St Mark's.
I forget how they put it.
"His body has a medical memory of survival.
" He's gone back in to surgery.
They say they're less worried about him now than when he came in.
Respect for that.
Close it.
You know, we can't let you to talk to him, Bonnie.
What you just did in there was an act of cruelty.
We.
You're meant to be in the other building.
If DCI Taylor realises he's seen you somewhere before Mind you, he probably thinks you all look alike, the racist prick.
You can't be here, Bonnie.
RAISED VOICES You total fucking piece of shit! HE GRUNTS Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't protect people like him! - Get off me! - We were called to a rape.
Aye, if he'd have been up to it, that's what it would've been, but you met your match, didn't you, freak?! Get off me! Get off! - What do I do with that?! - What?! I've got that shit's skin under me fingernails! Out! Out! I'd just got ready to go to a mate's party.
When the door goes, I think it's the cab turning up early, so I open the door and he just smiles and hovers, and says, "Hi, it's Dean.
" I says I've no recollection of him, so I go to shut the door, he blocks it with his foot and he pushes me back.
I try screaming, but he shoves a sock in my mouth, and it's a dirty sock and all so all I can taste is feet.
Then he tries ripping me top off, so I grab a ballpoint from the table, I smack it in his ear and he goes down screaming and he doesn't get up again.
I couldn't let him.
They're going to need to take some samples from you.
You do know he didn't get to stick anything in, don't you? Er But it says his genitals were exposed during the fight.
Oh, yeah.
I got that with my shoe an' all.
That won't see the light of day again for a while.
I'm glad I paid what I did for my shoes now, though.
You never know, do you? Rapist introduces himself with his full name? Dean Wayne? How's that smart if you don't want catching? Unless he was planning to kill her.
66 HE SPLUTTERS St Stephen's Crescent Salford, S65 7SC.
What's your special story, Dean? It were an invitation.
From Christine? Yeah.
- To rape her? - Yes! And what did she do wrong, Dean? Say no? Yes! I am in the As You Like It, the club.
Being? A membership-only rape fantasy forum, all right, which is nearly 300 quid a year! I got an introduction, do you know what I mean? I had to sign all kinds of bonds.
- "Bonds" being? - Terms of engagement.
You normally get a warning if you're in for a pasting, do you know what I mean? They are the rules.
DOOR OPENS I'm giving the rape case to DCI Taylor.
Viv, no, he's not fit to deal Well, it's pointedly not a rape case, is it? Thank God.
But the interview I just observed makes it skewy enough to keep him occupied.
We're activating your Operation Dead Beckett.
I'm about to break it to Terry.
- We're going to need him out the way.
- Fair dos.
Oh, you'll be gutted when it's broken to you.
Brief the others.
Tell them anyone who wants to pull out, it's now or never.
Scratch that last bit, just say it's now.
Joe Beckett's pulling through, Sir.
We're unexpectedly hopeful.
Are you thinking death threats, Sir? We've all had 'em.
Not as many as me.
When the Diddums brothers went to jail and sent me threats, I got drunk and wrote back to 'em.
"Get your facts right, "Maisie Gillespie was in charge of that team.
Pick on her.
" And that's how I ended up back at the bottom.
Still, at least I don't have a death on my Christian conscience.
Oh, he's still pissing down his leg and slavering a grudge, but given the original odds, we still have good hands on big evidence.
Well, I appreciate the update, Inspector.
Terry, erm I know you must be up to your eyes in stuff, but I've a favour to ask.
We've an odd case transpiring.
Now, it's going to require careful handling by a senior officer, and I simply don't have the time.
What are we looking at? It's an attempted rape case.
She was home alone, but she kicked seven bells out of him.
He was the only physical casualty, but me laddo's a member of a rape fantasy introduction club.
He says he entered into a contract with the woman for invasive rape fantasy protocol.
KNOCK ON DOOR Recordings of the interview, ma'am.
Oh, yes.
Erm Jonah, I'm asking DCI Taylor to take over this case.
- Ma'am? - Oh, Jonah, you'll still be attached, but, Dinah, well, this case is going to require more patience and wisdom than Sergeant Kowolska's got right now, quite frankly! SHE CHUCKLES Terry'll look after you.
Watch and learn.
Oh, give me a minute to break it to Dinah.
No, don't sweat it, Viv.
She's doesn't like me anyway.
I'll do it.
So, did this lass strike you as some kind of head-the-ball? Not in the least, Sir.
Well it's the "not in the least" club that always turn out to be, at the very least, head-the-balls, so let's start there and save us some taxes, eh? - The rape case, you know the one? - Yeah.
Deering's asked me to do it.
Why has she asked you? What's the face for, missus? Can I buy another burner phone off you? Mine got nicked out me bag last night, or I've lost it, - cos my purse was still there.
- Help yourself.
Offer a good reward and always take a gift.
Those are just the ones I had to confiscate from me mam.
Just stick it in me joy pot.
Come over here, this'll cheer you up! Terry thinks that he's breaking bad news to Dinah over there.
Viv?! - This is a joke! - Hey, hey, hey! What the fuck?! Ma'am, we're all unanimous in thinking that Terry is feeding back to McCoy.
With respect, I'd like to hear that for myself.
THEY AGREE If I'm going to pull this one off, I'm going to need a covert credit line.
There's nothing I can do on my own active budgets that won't alert Terry.
I've had an open dialogue with Special Branch since before I resigned, it'll have to be on their tab.
Remind them, the last 40 grand he stumped up yielded very good rewards.
We got Beckett.
He's not a bank.
His biggest temptation is going to be wanting a share of the spoils.
It's going to be known as a joint operation.
Where did you just come from?! - Come in the side.
- It's locked! - Beckett's trainers.
- Oh, not on the granite island.
Soles of which are caked with layers of oil, carbon monoxide and human urine.
So where does piss, oil and carbon monoxide like to hang out? Car parks.
There's over 1,000 car parks in Manchester.
The trainers, if you'll just let me finish the thought, also carry traces of freshly laid tarmac.
Only three car parks have been re-tarmacked in the last month, and Dave Hetherington, a covert Albion donor, owns this one right here.
My guess is that this is where Beckett's been hiding himself all this time.
Well, if he has, it might give us some detail to make Caroline take the bait.
Miller, how soon can you get a team down there? Can I ask, what is the benefit of keeping Beckett alive? To persuade McCoy that he might have struck a deal with us.
We need to force her hand.
We're on about actually wheeling out a corpse to scare her? - Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- I'm not touching it.
Yeah, I know, state he's going to be in.
Well, the last time I saw what the mortuary team had done, he looked more shaggable than any of us.
- THEY CHUCKLE - My team are picking me up in ten.
What do I do about my share for later? DOGS BARK Go on, seek it! Go on, good girl! Earn your money.
Hi, Christine, this is Brady Manley.
She's from the Rape Crisis Support Team.
She's not with us, we just arrived together.
How are you? All right.
DCI Taylor.
Er, Terry.
You been gardening, Christine? I have.
I live on a roundabout.
They've been planting crocuses.
Nightmare! But it's a smell, isn't it, nature? Take a seat, please.
- Had he done it before? - His record's pristine.
So, why am I the first, why me? Um, it's actually your own personal history that we're concerned about.
We have you requesting a hook-up on a rape fantasy message board.
- You have not! - Oh, but we have.
This is the ISP for the desktop in your spare bedroom.
Would you mind if I go up and check on that? If you asked for it rough, changed your mind and said no, the law's still on your side.
It's Charma, this is Charma.
- Karma, for what? - No, me brother, Charma.
He's the only other person that's ever had me computer password.
- How're you spelling that, Christine? - C-H.
The rest is the same.
What? The patient in Beckett's bed has got a totally different blood group.
We're awaiting DNA results.
You let him go? He switched the other patient for the subterfuge.
How, we do not know.
The medics only realised when they untaped his tubes and found his nose bent completely the other way, like an Irish spud.
So, you let him go?! - Hang on.
Who're you contacting now? - Above you.
Cos if I am to be guaranteed protection, you need to get out of my sight, mate.
Hang on, hang on, wait, wait, Viv! Can you just wait here until somebody else turns up, and then fuck off? Hiya, Terry, listen, Viv's incompetence is scaring me shitless, now.
And I will put that on record, on Twitter, on YouTube, in the next hour if my security is not doubled until Beckett is found.
How is Terry only hearing about this now? I've sent him three confidential memos in the last two hours.
He hasn't returned.
Because he hasn't received them.
Your inbox is full, sir! It would help if he read any.
- Something wrong? - No.
Just some results from my GP I'd been dreading, if I'm honest.
But you're all right, sweetheart? Yeah, no, I'd rather not go into detail, but it's a weight off my shoulders.
Medical weight.
Listen Viv, I'm sorry about how I just spoke to you.
For your mam's sake I'll make sure that you're covered, Caroline.
So, how can I help you lads? Charma, you recently went to court against your sister, Christine, over the matter of 1.
5 million from your father's estate.
You told your sister you were gonna make her pay for contesting your father's will.
I made her pay.
I won.
Last night a man forced entry to your sister's house and tried to rape her.
And you think that were me? I'm alibi'd by about 200 people because last night I was picking up no fewer than five industry awards.
And that's the first thing you say? Not "How's Christine?" If you and Christine were left equal amounts by the same father, on what grounds was the will contested? Cos I had to issue a restraining order against her.
In one night, Christine spray-painted all my outdoor vehicles with "thieving twat".
26 cars.
Which backfired on all of us, 13 sales staff and their performances because she didn't specify which twat.
Five different stencils she used! One of them had reindeer antlers on it, daft bitch.
Cos Cos Cos it's like, February now.
OK.
Listen, lads, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, now.
- So you entered her house? - Not true.
And you used a password on her computer, a password that - she'd given you in 2017? - Not true! Your finger prints are all over the spare bedroom and the desktop.
Listen! It wouldn't take 500 quid for my lawyer - to zip your mouth so shut.
- Sir! Where are you going? PC Mitchell wasn't finished.
Yes, I stayed at her home while my dad was still alive, before she made herself the enemy! And I've got a list of a dozen witnesses who can corroborate that, going back at least two years.
Of course my dabs are all over the place.
Presumably not in the last eight weeks, though? - Not by invitation, anyway? - Course not, it had kicked off.
So how are your prints on a brand-new track pad that she bought only two weeks ago? Better than that, mate, you also sorta checked your bank account whilst on her laptop, just after you put her name on the website.
You can delete search history all you like to dodge the wife, but we have means.
Whoops! You stripped her of everything for your father's money.
Wasn't that enough? The information that you are about to see will remain confidential to the people in this room only and no written reference anywhere.
Are we clear? - Oh, and - With respect, I'm busting my nuts here waiting to see their faces, Ma'am, so, can we get on? This car hasn't been moved for weeks, the attendant says it's on a long stay ticket.
Cloned plates, Beckett's name is nowhere near it.
There's very little to look at, but the interior is crawling with Beckett's DNA.
We found this receipt scrunched under the passenger seat for provisions from the 7-Elevensis nearest the car park, cash sale, there's no traceable card.
So, footage from said branch of 7-Elevensis.
Focus on the female with sunglasses and a hoodie when she reachesfor her purse - Caroline McCoy! - Jesus.
The receipt found in the footwell means we can directly connect her to Beckett from the contents of that sale.
No way are we going to court with this.
Only this.
- But, it short cuts everything! - Yeah, it does.
No, she'll just say that her bag just got lifted, off-camera.
That's not what I'm on about.
If we ask McCoy to meet Beckett where they usually met, and she shows up with that 100k, we'll have her on all counts.
She's needs to see Beckett to believe him.
With moving parts.
McCoy is doing a public Q&A at the townhall later.
The crowd'll mean she can't get too close.
Could do if you wanted to.
I got the lads at the mortuary to load him with a latex and formaldehyde combo.
You could probably literally get Beckett to bend over backwards for you.
Right, these two we know as regular line-up volunteers.
But, with a good make-up artist - I know one.
- I know one.
Yeah, mine's already working for us.
Ma'am, Sarge, get over here.
What? Terry! Ah! I tried to find you.
I thought you were still interrogating? Sorry, Sir, can I get my phone back, please? - Sir's ran out of juice, Ma'am.
- I was after saying, "Ta-da!" Me and my lad just nailed about 12 decent convictions on them.
- Motive? - Oh, same-old, same-old.
Born shite.
Oh, and listen, I used all my juice trying to clear out the backlog of messages and e-mails from all of you lot, most of 'em saying not enough.
Now, I've told Madam Mayor that it was an embarrassing lapse of communication that won't happen again.
Come on.
Jonah, how quietly can you get us in there? Who's us, Ma'am? Terry has just shot into the lavs with potentially several strands of information.
Now, I need to know who he's talking to on your phone.
He He's, um knocking one out.
Who in God's name cracks a rape case and goes for a wank? - Phone Two minutes.
- What the! GROANING MOANING FEMALE VOICE: 'Oh! Oh!' Oh! GROANING CLATTERING Argh! CHOKING THUMP Oh, fuck! Quick.
Terry's collapsed.
He's stuck in the cubicle! Somebody get an ambulance! Where's the defibrillator? We think he's having a heart attack! - In the middle of a wank! - Hiya, Trish, it's Tegan.
We've got a medical emergency on our floor.
Terry Taylor, 50-odd-year-old male, somebody said he's having an heart attack, so just get the guys to step on it, yeah? Oi! Are you not coming? If he died during a wank, he's still gonna have his knob out.
No.
He's not breathing.
No pulse.
Hurry up with that de-fib.
Cut that.
Can we cover that up before we zap him, just in case? - All clear.
- 'Stand clear.
' - Shocking.
- 'Shock delivered.
' - Right, what's going on? - He's pulling through.
We're not yet sure what's medically pertaining, but he dropped like a sack of shit knocking one out! Oh, you're not making this up! You couldn't know that unless someone else was there.
He had his iPad with him, still linked to a police fetish site.
Not an ounce of imagination.
Truth be told, I put him to good work today, and I bet it was a full eight hour day that popped his nuts.
Oh, you put a senior officer to good work? Yes! To very good results, two solid convictions.
Oh, fine.
I will remember how you used that phrase, Inspector.
Listen, whatever we end up doing, no-one's going near me hair.
Best check if she's here.
You all right? Hey, you're shaking.
I badly need this to work, Spike.
- I want - Hey, we.
We need to string Caroline McCoy up, or I'm taking her out myself.
We, Dinah.
I can't stop thinking about Joy.
Hey, hey.
Hey.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Welcome back, Ma'am.
Same from all of us, Ma'am.
Despite the circumstances.
Yeah, Dinah was just reminding me why we're giving this all we've got.
Full house! Spike, this is Ginny the Spinner.
All right, let's get cracking, love.
You can do what you want with my hair.
- All right.
- Within reason.
Look at this e-mail.
That's Caroline McCoy's running order for tonight.
She's virtually written Terry's script for him.
It's a lousy script.
He's never sounded this bright.
Oh, I love this bit "As heckler will be evicted, Caroline McCoy will call him back and address his questions.
" Fucking fraud! Her mother'll be turning in her grave.
Yeah, but look at what this was all set up for.
She's going to disband every council member and get them to reapply for their jobs.
McCoy already sees Beckett's demands as credible, but we are going to plant Spike-as-Beckett in the town hall.
Now the receipt we can peg on her, as long as she turns up at the correct, undisclosed, location.
And there's no reason to think she won't.
Your team needs to know if this backfires, that's the lot of us.
Which dress for tonight? I'm inspired by the red.
Fine, but I'm not going to sit and watch you trying on clothes again.
It's like severe delays on a long-haul flight.
I'm going to take this to Terry myself, once the lab have copied the shit out of it.
Miller'll be three times faster, with ten times less risk of yakety-yak from any fifth columnists.
Stuart's had a call.
Someone's come through with my phone.
- Oh.
Decent reward? - Well, I offered 20 quid.
I only meant ten! Now you go and get your phone, while Spike's getting Deadpooled.
I want you back here for the briefing an hour before kick-off, yeah? Yeah.
Thanks, Ma'am.
Let's smash it! 'Scuse me! 'Scuse me? Oh, hello! Hiya.
Are you Ruby? If you are, I'm Tegan.
I think we spoke on the phone? About my phone? Oh, of course, I'm sorry.
Yes, it's here! We've just found out we're being audited in the morning.
First time the shredder's been used in eight months! Oh, I had no idea you were a policeman.
I'd have never come out with that! Oh, don't worry about it, honestly.
Relax.
Open the card.
Have a drink on me.
Oh no, I didn't find it.
It was Mr Forster, the boss.
But don't offer him money, he's a born again.
You'll make his day just turning up.
Straight through those double doors, first set on the left.
Right, yeah.
Sorry love, police or not, I can't let any transmitting devices through, else we'll send all the printers into orbit! Eight thousand flyers for a village fete in Tabley, population, like, eight.
Even car keys can block the frequency sometimes! Yep, that's it.
Oi! Ruby! Oi! You know what? I never forget a face, you two-faced bitch! Who cares?! What?! Oi! Oi! TEGAN BANGS ON THE WINDOW Let me out! Madam Mayor? Just a second.
What's going on, Viv? Terry's in intensive care.
Oh, my God, it's not Beckett?! Why Beckett? Well, he's threatened everyone else! Embolism.
I've been asked to take over your security.
Well, you can't! I meant you've got too much on your plate.
Probably, yeah, but I came to be near you.
I helped you dodge the last bullet, didn't I? Well, Terry has promised me armed police.
Oh, they're under cover and in position.
Don't you sweat, if Beckett shows his face, I've asked them to aim low.
They can blow his bollocks off, but I want his gob intact so you and me both can hear what he's got to say for himself.
Your mam's on my shoulders, so you're well covered.
Yeah, thanks.
Showtime, kid.
WOMAN: If you'd all start taking your seats, please.
Yeah.
APPLAUSE Thank you, thank you.
He looks like me in Ibiza in 1990.
He looks like a Thunderbird.
Oh, you look grotesque.
I'm going to do what needs doing, I cross my heart.
APPLAUSE Take her breath away.
That's the cue, go! Go, now, go! Go! This Q&A will be streaming live, folks, so tweet any questions too.
But nothing rude, I know what you're like! PHONE VIBRATES Apologies, ladies and gentlemen.
She's had a bit of medical news today.
Use your imaginations and cut her some slack.
What happened up there, I've tried to find you? Give us a call back, will you, sweetheart? Jonah and Stuart will be in position, she's headed towards Beckett.
We need to get there way before she does! Let's go! PHONE VIBRATES Viv? OVER RADIO: DI Deering to PC O'Connell, where are you? In position ahead of McCoy, Ma'am.
Stuart, Tegan's been kidnapped.
I'll send a unit to drive you back to base.
SIREN WAILS SHE PANTS Where's Tegan from anyway? It's not Bangladeshi, cos we googled it.
All right, Faye, whatever this is, you can stop it right now.
Were you just pretending to be Welsh to sound invisible? - Didn't work, did it? - My mum's Welsh.
Blue-white Welsh.
Listen, Faye, you need to think this through.
Your dad's not.
You weren't.
That's you, back in the day, right? How come you stopped wearing the letterbox? You lay a finger on me, and you could be facing life.
If I get sent down.
But it won't be for a crime I didn't commit, like murdering some half-dead Jew.
You were banged to rights on that, and you shouldn't have been so sloppy Of all the endings that I've had nightmares about, this wasn't one of them.
Being beaten to death by some fat bird.
Come on, Cameron.
You're up first.
Did she have to hear my name? What's it matter? She's getting torched with the rest of it.
Oh, and when you get to paradise, wait for Professor Miller.
Tell him I said thank you for getting me sent down, he's really made it worth my while.
- Cos he's next.
- Come here! You need to know why this was sent to me.
Faye Caddy took her, I know it.
How? She's in prison on a murder charge.
She was released on bail last night.
Her lawyer said the only evidence against her was forensic.
And that Faye believed the evidence was forensically tainted.
Ma'am, she may have had a point.
- She threatened my kid, Viv.
- Oh! Viv, all the We need an APB on Faye Caddy and all of Albion.
Ma'am, we need to abort Operation McCoy.
PC Thompson's life is at stake and I cannot lose another.
Agreed.
Viv, wait! McCoy smelled a rat soon as we told her Beckett was still alive.
She's been years ahead of us since day one, who's to say she hasn't pulled this herself just to get us off her back? If we don't get her now, we never will.
Stay on her, I'll find Tegan.
Miller, go with Dinah.
No way would Faye kidnap a cop, - she doesn't even know McCoy! - Just listen to her! McCoy's set this up as a distraction.
Faye was released yesterday with this judge's name all over the paperwork.
Den, please, we both know what Faye's capable of.
Who's left for me to screw over? This is literally a "stay out of jail card" signed by DCI Merchant, saying you helped us catch Beckett, nail the Mayor and save a police officer's life.
Both your records will be sealed by a judge.
You'll get to know your kid.
Our cousin, Cameron, got out of Strangeways last week.
He's devoted to Faye.
His dad had an industrial estate.
Cameron got it when he died, it's got over 30 factories, but if Faye's doing invisible shit, she'd do it in there.
FAYE: Go on, Cam, hurry up! TEGAN: Get off! Right! Put it in its place.
Fuck! Come on, Cameron! Cameron! What are you fucking doing? Stop dicking about! Come on.
Cameron, come on! Dinah, two kids coming up on the right.
They look like spotters.
Be careful.
OVER RADIO: I said spotters.
Go past.
What's she trying to pool? They are not stupid.
- Sorry, mate.
Did you call in a leak? - What? Gas leak? This postcode.
- No?! - There's a busted mains round here.
If you can't smell too good.
Stay away from the drains, mainly.
- Which drains? - Any! He's calling Faye! Good call, Sarge.
- MOBILE RINGS - Yeah? How many are there? Right, just keep your eye on her for me.
I'd want to see both hands.
It's not actually moving.
Find a natural way to show me both.
Then she'll know she's safe.
How's the lighting look, if I do that? - It's perfect.
- Actually, yeah, that is perfect.
Ma'am, she's less than two klicks away.
OK, folks! It's now or never! Can't you see the signal? Move! Stuart, that isn't Faye, it's just the mast, her phone's pinging off.
Cut her throat.
Viv, without another call to Faye's phone, we can't lock her location.
If McCoy's behind all this, get her to phone Faye.
We need another ping to that number, or God help Tegan.
You killed our fucking mate, did ya? McCoy's here.
Action stations.
Come on.
You can fuck off, I'm not getting in! Caroline place that gun on the ground and step away! - I said drop the gun! - Drop the gun! On the floor.
What the fuck is it? That's bits of the real Beckett.
Who died when you thought he did.
This is entrapment! Right! Now they will let me smash your lying teeth in if I felt like it which I do.
You had Faye Caddy released to cause mayhem.
Faye has taken one of my officers as hostage.
You didn't intend the first cop to die.
No doubt that'll prove part of your defence.
But a second cop? Call Faye Caddy, now.
Where you going? I'll throw it! You two get behind her, you'll be sound.
Move! What the fuck are you doing?! Idiots! Useless! Arghhh! My fucking eyes! Argh, argh! Fuck! I'll drop it.
Right, so drop it! That was the first photo that a guy ever took of me.
Some white guy.
Said he liked my eyes.
So I give him me number.
And then he spat in me eyes, and said they'd got me number.
So, yeah, I ditched the letterbox and then went back to my mum's name.
Now you don't know what you're looking at.
Cos I haven't for a long while.
MOBILE RINGS We've got her, let's go! Faye, you've just given us your location and you've given yourself 20 years.
Now you could be 50 when you get out and if you harm my officer, you're looking at double.
SIRENS WAIL IN THE DISTANCE Get it up, get it up! Who's turn is it say cuckoo now? - Somebody tell her.
- It's diesel, not petrol.
What? No! Argh, argh! When Dennis finds out what you are, he'll cut that baby out of ya.
Who do you think told us about Cameron's inheritance? Dennis knows, Faye.
And the only thing he'll be cutting is his son's cord when he's born.
No! No, wait, wait! Argh, wait! He stitched me up! All previous charges are dropped because these supersede them.
The only evidence going to trial Faye, is you.
Ow, ow! - Oh, my God, where were you? - I was on my way, and I'm here.
- Miller? - Tegan, I'm Words fail me, I'm If I could do what you can do, I'd have done the same.
I'm so sorry.
You were right, I'm a knob.
A selfish knob.
Thanks! Good luck.
Call me? Thank you too.
Probably won't.
Ma'am.
You know that kid, the boy? How old was he? He tried to rape you, Tegan.
These are not kids.
Dr Peep is on her way in.
She's all yours.
SHE SOBS Stuart said that we got McCoy banged to rights? So there'll be drinks, which, Dr Peep can never avoid, so I don't want to talk about shit.
Now, you sup up, and you come to my office.
When you're ready.
I held you literally 20 minutes after you were born.
You were the size of a turkey and you didn't make a peep.
I'd never seen anything so new in all my life.
What you after, Viv? Remorse? Tears? I'll squirt plenty.
I want my daughter back.
You can fuck off with that, I was never your daughter.
That was never the plan.
Joy's death was out of my hands, you know that.
From where I'm standing, it's all over 'em.
I thought you'd love me being Mayor.
I'd have had your back.
Truly.
You're not going to see daylight for a very long time, Caroline.
I hope you can feel your mam on your shoulders? Cos I can.
Do you know the first chapter of the book I'll write when I've got any spare time, is you? Starting all of this.
By pushing me into a bullet that was meant to miss.
I'll Beryl Cook you.
I know you lot think I've only ever read William Blake, but Hold up, Spike.
"Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead.
" Viv, Blake was a manic-depressive, pick another, quick.
It's not a suggestion, it's an imperative if we all want to move on.
Go.
PORCELAIN SHATTERS, THEY YELL We're going to spend this on us.
For Joy.
But first, this is on me.
When I say it's about leadership, that's not about me.
We've all led each other to each other.
ALL: To each other.
Well done.
Keep Britain tidy, folks!