All language subtitles for No Offence S01E06 Episode 6

This looks fantastic.

She needs a patrol car
keeping an eye on her.

Why am I still hearing we're two
officers down? Call them in. Now.

His alibi holds up. We don't
want to alienate a star witness.

Princess Tessa with a
Z and Handyman together

bring up one search result.

Alpha? It's not funny.

Dinah! He's here!

Ow! Argh!

We've been had.

Get off him! You're killing
him! Get off him! Get off him!

It's not him! He's not
the guy, Cathy! Cathy!

Look at me, Cathy!

~ The man who attacked you, where did he go?
~ That way.

Down there! Go!

We'll see him right, lovely.
I promise! I promise!

~ Did you see his face?
~ That fucking cat!

~ What cat? What cat?
~ On his arm!

~ You mean a tattoo?
~ Yes, a tattoo.

Alpha!

Alpha!

~ You see him?
~ Not round that way.

Got blood here.

~ There's more this way.
~ That comes out at the canal. We'll go round.

~ With your key, in there?
~ Yeah.

Crime scene, Joy.

Set the cordon at 1K and
squeeze it from there.

He's got a few minutes
start but he's on foot.

I want the chopper, I want
dogs and I want them now.

If I was him, I'd have
a car waiting outside.

No, there's CCTV on the estate.

~ You seen a camera down this way?
~ No.

Tegan.

Echo 23969, found a key covered
in blood on the path to the canal.

Continuing pursuit.

~ Follow the ambulance.
~ No way. I'm going to find him.

No, no, we need a proper
description of him.

Get her on her own, she might give
it you. Don't give me the face.

If we find him, I'll call you.

Give.

'All units, all units.

'Suspect's last known status
is on foot and moving.'

Seal off the south
exit of Rowsby Street.

'Echo 24796...'

.. we're heading west along
the path towards the canal.

~ We're going to need the dogs...
~ Tegan.
~ One moment, ma'am.

What do you think you're doing?

Have you seen anyone come along
here in the last couple minutes?

No!

Jesus! How old are you?

Out here! Now!

Have any of you seen or heard
a man just run past here?

'Echo Tango 2 to control, no sign
of suspect on northern approach.

Cutting back round to
Bengal Street. Over.'

Bummer in the bushes saw
a man run across the bridge

~ with his hand over his eye.
~ No sign of him now.
~ I'll do the pub.

Oh, bollocks! Hundreds of them!

Profile put him between 20 and 50.

It trims it a bit.

~ Step back now, please.
~ Cathy! Cathy, Cathy, Cathy!

They get paid to do this.
Leave them to it.

Help me find him, right?

The black cat, the tattoo,
what arm was it on?

~ I don't know!
~ When did you see it?

~ When I stabbed him.
~ OK, show me what he did with his hands.

He went sort of

like that.

It was this one.

Tell me you're right.

It's going to be all right, OK?

'Bunch of kids saw a man with
blood pissing out his eye

'get in a silver car and drive
north along Springfield Road.'

And she's sure, yeah?

Inside of his right forearm.

How's Alpha doing?

What?

We fucking had him.

You weasel bastard.

DI Deering to all units, suspect's
name is Patrick Llewellyn...

'owner of a silver Seat Leon,

'index Mike Charlie 5
2 November Kilo Papa.'

We had him?

Look after your boy.

I'm going to crucify
that piece of shit.

'Charlie 1 to DI Deering, visual
on one silver hatchback

'driving erratically,
west on Mill Road.'

DI Deering to Echo Tango 2...

'.. intercept vehicle at junction
of Mill Road and Alfred Drive.'

Take a left. Take a left here.

Echo Tango 2, on way.

'All units converge

'at the intersection of Mill
Road and Albert Drive.'

OK, we can block him
off at the junction

by taking the next right
along Albert Drive.

Shit!

Help! There's a man!
He's been bleeding!

~ He's covered in blood! Over there!
~ Where is he?
~ He's covered in blood!

~ Down there!
~ Look, all right, love. Just
calm down, OK? What happened?

I was out. I was out running.
I found him there not moving.

Jesus! It's not Llewellyn.

Can you hear me, mate?
Come on. Come on.

Echo 26511, ambulance
call to Chisenhale Lane.

Echo Tango 2 to control, request
current location, suspect vehicle.

~ That's him.
~ Oh, fuck!

'Taz? Stuart?

'Where are you? What is going on?

'Report!'

I have visual of suspect. I could
cut him off on the next left.

Fuck.

Viv!

He's in there.

~ Is he alive?
~ Ma'am, I'm so sorry. Llewellyn.
I should've looked harder

~ and I've took my eye off it.
~ We will worry about that

~ when we know he's our man.
~ Why else would he go after Cathy?

I need to be sure.

Is he alive?

I've given him morphine.

How long to get him out?

~ He's not getting out.
~ How d'you mean?

Steering column's crushed his chest,
door's cut open his abdomen.

Moment they relieve the pressure, his guts'll
spill out like a slaughtered pig.

~ He's dead. He just doesn't know it.
~ Can he talk?
~ His last conversation.

~ Give me five minutes.
~ OK.

Patrick, hello.

I'm Viv, remember?
I'm a police officer.

Yes.

I know who you are.

I want to get out.

How do you think you're doing?

Bit poorly.

It's worse than that.

You're dying.

~ Thought so.
~ I don't know where you're
going, none of us do,

but what I do know is

you're going to feel a lot better
about it if you travel light.

You get me?

Do you mean the girls?

I mean the girls, Patrick.

What did you call yourself online
when you talked to them?

Handyman.

Do you want the long story?

It's a bit late for that.

I want my mam!

I'm here.

I'll see you through.

It's all right.

You can go off now.

Fucker's dead.

Joy.

I know you're all excited, heart
pounding, can't get your breath,

we are that close to ending this,

but close is not enough.

Calm, methodical,
Sunday fucking best.

Hey, this is a night to remember.

Girl outside offered me a hand job
just for a look around the place.

~ Take her up on it?
~ Considered it, you know, wipe clean and all.

Bit public, though. I think
she was a journalist.

~ This laptop on the coffee table...
~ Get it to the geeks, quick as.

Even if it nails him as Handyman,
he still has an alibi

for Lucy's murder. The Blue Anchor.

I'll check it out.
I'll re-check it out.

~ I could go and do that.
~ I said I'll go, right, so I'll go.

Spike, when you brought Llewellyn in,

Cathy was talking about
a real cat, not a tattoo.

Black cat tattoo. Ma'am,

it was right at the bottom of his
PNC file, I just didn't see it.

Coulda, shoulda, don't matter.

Job in hand, Spike.

Viv!

He's got my address.

Bugger. Times Cathy left
the house, places she went.

He was watching us.

He was watching the bloody house!

No. We're still freezing our
tits and bollocks off here.

No sign of Miller's gang of freaks.

~ What have you got?
~ An ID, at least. Kieran
Reilly. It's tragic, mate.

No fixed abode or next of kin
and if he comes round at all,

he'll be pissing in a bag
for the rest of his days.

What about that jogger?

Stuart's taking a statement, still.

I bet he is.

Lithe is the word I'd use.

Sounds like he'll need
to make further enquiries.

Stuart's on the case. About
time he got a result.

Piss off. He's on the
shag every night.

So he says.

It's curdling in his balls.

~ Pining, isn't he?
~ What for?

Put someone on the door.

Stop serial killer groupies
wanking on the front step.

I know. We should do doors,
just in case anyone saw him

~ with the Downs girl.
~ Doors? Really?

Good idea. Get practical.
Let her work it off.

Fuck a duck.

Hi, I'm Detective Serg...

Hi. Police.

~ Would you mind answering a...?
~ No.

~ We're from the police,
sir. Would you mind...?
~ Piss off.

Rude.

Rude!

Police. Hi, I'm Detective...

Would you mind answering...?
We're from the police.

'Scuse me. Would you mind...?

~ Is it about my pots?
~ What?

Pissing in my pots. I mean, you're
caught short, fair enough,

every man deserves a private moment,

but these are carefully tended.

It lends the area
much-needed character.

I have a reference number
from the council

and pictures.

Jocelyn Wade,

Lucy Cooke,

Teresa Adamson,

can we go to their parents and say,

"Yes, this is the man who
killed your daughters."

Are we sure with our heads as well
as our hearts that we can do that?

~ The notebook!
~ Implicates him in the attack
on Cathy but not the murders.

Llewellyn was cautioned for violence
to secure entry 15 years ago

and sectioned.

After that one charge, I would
have expected to see another.

Either another charge or
none in the first place.

You did say the killer
would be volatile.

Patrick Llewellyn, he's the right
age and he worked with Lucy Cooke.

Ma'am, I've been looking at all
the CCTV footage in a mile radius

of the Blue Anchor pub the
night that Lucy was killed.

Sir, if you want to just come
over. Look, you'll see...

Yeah. Clear as day.

How did he get past
the camera in the pub?

Because he's a sneaky little
worm. Pop goes the alibi.

I thought you said being gay would
rule him out as the killer.

And if you brought me clear
proof that he was gay,

I'd still be inclined
to rule him out.

I give you a profile to help
point you in the direction.

Once you've caught him,
the profile's irrelevant.

The evidence confirms or
compounds a hypothesis.

Deering.

Yeah.

Go on.

Lab confirms the laptop retrieved
from Patrick Llewellyn's flat

was the one that was used to set
up and run the Handyman account.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Oh! Oh, my word!

~ Oh, good. And breathe!
~ Well done.

~ Well done, all of you.
~ Thanks, sir.

So, let's close this down.

Yes, sir.

Spread the good news, my children.
Spread the good fucking news.

Alcopops are on me
when we've a moment

but right now our dance card
is full. Last night's assault.

~ Yes, ma'am.
~ Well done, you.

How's Cathy doing?

I'm just going to find out.

Tell her that the hard
work's just beginning.

Purpose of hesitation?

If we didn't have the
laptop and the notebook,

would you still think
he fits the profile?

Within an acceptable margin, yeah.

He fits the profile.

Does that mean that I
think he's your man...?

Yeah, Stuart and Taz found the lad
over here. Taken a right kicking.

Face like a balloon,
internal injuries,

pancreas like a chocolate mousse but
he managed to crawl from over here.

Found a bit of cloth up there
on the wire matched his shirt.

~ What's on the other side?
~ Breaker's yard.

It's 228 Lomond Street,
Mercy's car park.

'Thank you all for coming
at such short notice,

'but now I can confirm

'that the man who died in last
night's traffic accident

'is our prime suspect in the murders

'of Lucy Cooke, Jocelyn
Wade and Teresa Adamson.

'Detective Inspector Deering and
her team are working continuously

'to discover all the facts
around these cases.'

How is he?

~ He's going to be all right.
~ Oh!

He was just awake.

They said he's going to be OK.

Right, come on. Let's go.

I can't just leave him. How can I?

Because you haven't slept,
you haven't eaten

and you look like a bag of shite.

'I'm afraid I can't comment further

'as this is an ongoing
investigation, so...'

'This brings to a close the hunt
for the killer of all three...'

~ Mr Mercy?
~ Yeah.

Detective Sergeant Freers,
this is DC Tanner.

Do you mind if we ask
you a few questions?

Oh, right, yeah, great. In you come.

I more than half thought you weren't
going to bother, to be honest,

but here you are, two
of Manchester's finest.

~ Yeah, we like to think so.
~ There was a serious assault last night.

A man was found unconscious
the other side of that wall.

Assault? Have you not come
about the burglary, then?

~ Burglary?
~ Yeah, they didn't get anything

because anything that's worth
nicking is locked up.

I've had me fingers
burnt in the past,

~ but I think they did get into the office.
~ Right, well,

we found a piece of the
victim's clothing torn off

~ in that wire up there.
~ Right, I see.

What? Did he smash his head open
trying to get in or something?

I won't be too upset if he
did, you know what I mean?

Do you mind if we have a look around?

No. All right, on you go.

Can I...?

Hungry?

I like beans.

Is it him, then?

Yeah. It is.

Well, if you know it's him, then why
do you want to show me the photo?

We want to be absolutely sure.

OK.

I don't even mind them not being
hot. Didn't even used to bother.

Eat them from the can.

Mostly couldn't find a spoon anyhow.

~ Is it...?
~ Yeah.

It is.

Black cat man.

Is that it, now?

Are we all done? Finished?

He is.

Yeah.

Well, when I say office, you know...

~ What's in here?
~ Oh, nowt much. Just a few tools and stuff.

But he'd want an angle
grinder to get in there.

Yeah, there's no damage, but I
thought I should report it anyhow.

Do I get, like, a police number
for insurance and that?

~ What was that?
~ Oh, that'll just be stuff shifting about.

I probably didn't stack
it very well yesterday.

I were in a bit of a rush.

~ Can you open that door, please?
~ What do you want to do that for?

~ I told you. It's only a few tools and that.
~ Still.

We'd like to see inside.

You need a warrant.

Under section 17 of the Police
and Criminal Evidence Act of 1984,

~ I'm authorised...
~ What does that mean?

It means you either open that or we
arrest you and break it down anyway.

Oh, my God!

You coming or what?

(Yep.)

You didn't tell me Shane
Mercy was involved.

~ I didn't know he was.
~ Yeah, we're looking at GBH -

murder if this Kieran
guy doesn't come around.

He's got a head injury.

Plus, we've got unlawful
imprisonment, even slavery.

~ There could be more of
them we haven't found yet.
~ Lovely.

~ Good clean result, just the job.
~ Thank you.
~ Shall we?

~ Wait, I thought I was
in charge of this case?
~ So you are, absolutely.

I'm no helicopter boss,
Joy, you know that.

It's just I've been wanting to put Mercy
in my sticker book of bastards for years.

First time I met him was on the beat.

I had to mop up what was left
of his teenage girlfriend after

he'd kicked her round the
park till she miscarried.

I just want to watch.

His name's Ajamu.

He came round a couple of months
back looking for work.

Obviously not the full ticket.

He'd get lost trying to find his own
arsehole, that lad, you know what I mean?

But he were homeless, I couldn't
just turn him away, could I?

So you stumbled across a vulnerable
adult merely by chance

and generously took him in?

Bed and board in return for
a few chores, you know?

Clean the yard.

Why did you lock him
in that container?

~ A joke.
~ That's hilarious.

And as for Kieran Riley,
I've never heard of him.

Ajamu, why did Mercy lock
you in that container?

Oh, it was just for a joke, you
know? We're always having a laugh.

Does he pay you for the work you do?

No, but I don't need it.

Shane looks out for me.

A roof over my head, it's dry, plenty
to eat and the yard is safe.

He treats you like a dog...

.. a dog...

.. and you're saying thank you.

He looks after me.

Do you know this man - Kieran Riley?

He's also been living rough.

No, no, I don't. I've not seen him.

~ You sure?
~ Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

I mean, I'd say if I had, wouldn't I?

Look at it.

~ I've not seen him before.
~ Look at it!

He's in a coma, brain damage.

Even if he wakes up, he's going to
struggle to remember his own name.

No?

No?!

~ Sorry.
~ Right, shall we take a break?
~ Yep.

Do you want a brew?

~ Yeah, yeah, great.
~ Tea or coffee?

~ What are you making?
~ Whatever you want.

Right, yeah. What are you having?

He'll have tea.

Will do.

I'm conducting a murder enquiry.

One of the people we're looking
at was a patient here.

Bloody great, that's
bloody all I need.

This is exactly what they want.

~ Who?
~ Shrinkage, surplus fat.

Tell you what, let's
not bother at all.

Let's give them some
luncheon vouchers

and let them wander
the bloody streets.

It's a historical case
from about 15 years ago.

Oh, right, right, OK. Go, go.

Patrick Llewellyn,
referred here in 1999.

Llewellyn... Patrick.

Yes.

I'd like to see his medical records.

You know I can't show you those.

He's prime suspect in
the downs killer case.

The press are all over it,
as you can imagine, but...

You know what, don't worry about it.

They're unlikely to learn
that you did your best

to obstruct the investigation.

Very unlikely.

I can't tell you anything.

Um... How long was he here?

Um...

Years?

Months?

Five?

Was he...? Did he seem...?

Was there any indication he
might pose a danger to others?

Yes?

No?

A bit?

To some others?

Women?

To you?

One woman?

One person?

Himself?

He was a danger to...

He tried to harm himself?

~ Well, what about unlawful imprisonment?
~ It was consensual.

You heard him.

Mercy's done us.

He's shafted us through
every orifice available,

made some new ones
and had a second go.

What about forensics in the yard?

Kieran definitely wasn't beaten where we
found him - not enough blood on the scene.

We didn't find any traces
in Mercy's yards either.

He probably got Ajamu to clean it up.

We did find Kieran's prints
in Mercy's office.

Making Mercy's story that he tried to
rob the place seems almost plausible.

Ajamu's our key witness here. He
must have at least heard something.

~ Big frumley-dimwit is only
going to say what he's told to.
~ He needs social services.

He won't have them, will he?

"Shane looks after me."

Shane's his problem. If we
could just get him to talk...

If we push him now, Shane's toy solicitor
is only going to scream undue pressure.

Let's wait and see. And if Kieran
wakes up, there's your witness.

What if he doesn't?
What if he doesn't?

What if Mercy moves Ajamu on?

We wait and see.

~ That you back then?
~ Yep.

Llewellyn tried to kill himself.

Ever heard of a dominating
sociopath of this type trying

~ to kill themselves?
~ Not a lot, but Peep's a psychopedia.

I'm sure she's got
dozens of cases that

she'd be thrilled to share with you.

No matter how hard you scrub,
there's always a residue.

~ So you're just going to go and have
a quick word with this bloke, yeah?
~ Mm.

Does Joy know about this?

Why? Are you missing her?

No.

I'll give you a shout, yeah?

This is the type of favour which ends with
me and you painted seven kinds of shit.

What the fuck is he doing?

Is that you doing your chores then?

What are you doing here?

How did you get in? You
can't come in here.

Mate, you can't live like this.

~ Let me help you. I can take you...
~ I can live how I want.

I like it here.

~ And anyway, I wanted him to lock me in.
~ Why?

Because then I'm safe.

~ You really think you're safe? In here?
~ Yeah, I do.

~ You think you're safe from Shane Mercy?
~ Shane's done nothing.

Not to you. What about Kieran?
Was he safe in here?

That was different though.

How is that?

How was it different for Kieran?

You and Stuart, why don't you
get a room? The pair of you.

Kill or shag, either way,
you walk out happier.

Shut up.

Where is he?

~ We thought you knew?
~ He's gone in there.
~ Is he talking to the Mercy?

~ No, we're looking out in case he comes back.
~ God.

~ You know Kieran.
~ You're making me feel very...

Is that because he was
staying here as well?

Is he like you? Tell me...

You call him. Tell him he's a knob.

Oh, my God.

Was he exactly like you?
Kept caged in here?

Shit.

You've got to go. You can't
stay here. Come on.

~ Hey.
~ Come on.

Ajamu, come with me.

Come with me now!

No, no, I'm staying. Go.

Go!

~ Thanks for picking me up.
~ Dickhead!

When you looked at
Llewellyn's PNC file,

you picked out the information
you needed to know at that

particular moment for that
particular interview.

You didn't know that tattoo
was important, none of us did.

~ Did you stop for a reason?
~ You wound yourself up so tight about it all,

~ you're prepared to blow another
case cos you're so puffed up.
~ We!

We didn't know it was important,
I didn't make the link.

I let Llewellyn walk out so
he could kill Theresa. Me.

You know, it doesn't make me feel
any better saying it out loud.

Ajamu does know Kieran.

And the way he put me over that
wall, he's done it before.

Joy, could you...?

What are you up to?

Nothing, ma'am.

We were just following
a lead on that assault.

Oh, yeah, what's that then?

We've... We've got reason to
believe that Ajamu knew Kieran.

Kieran was just one
of the Mercy's pets.

I mean, he might have
a whole load of...

No, no, no, don't move, I'm
coming, I'm coming right now.

~ Shit!
~ What is it?

It's Cathy. She's upset,
she ran out of the house.

Cathy! What are you doing?

All that time you were looking
for him, I wanted to help

but I couldn't because... I couldn't
remember and I'm stupid, and...

No, it's not stupid,
no. That's not...

If I came back, I would have
remembered the whole thing, but...

Why don't we go and
see Dr Peep tomorrow?

This isn't for me, it's not about me.

He's dead, Cathy. It's finished.

No, it's not.

Hello?

It sounds like the place.

What else do you remember?

He brought me this way.

Here.

In here.

I could smell him.

All over me.

Inside me.

I can't do them. I can't do that.

What am I going to do?

The Cat was talking to another
man on the phone...

.. the one that did stuff.
Dinah, there were two of them.

I wasn't raped by the Cat-man,
it was the other man.

This had better be good,
cos me and my loving husband

were about to get all
hot and tropical over...

Oh, hello, love.

Sorry, Viv, it can't wait.

Kettle's on.

I'm sorry, Laurie.

Tell her what you remember.

He talked to someone on the phone.

~ Who did?
~ The black cap man.

While I was in the room,
put him in a right state.

Told him the cops were on
the way, the other man did.

The other man?

The one that raped me.

This other man, did you see him?

Not properly.

I could smell him, I
could feel him but...

.. I never saw his face.

~ Hello?
~ Hello, it's Marion Heppelthwaite here.

You said you were going to give
me a quote about the landscaping.

Anyway, I've got to go
and pick up the kids so...

Yeah, right, I'm just on
my way. I'll be right round.

That... that's great.

Thank you, thank... thank
you so much. Bye.

Heppelthwaite?

I used to have a rabbit called that.

Are you all right, mate?

You weren't locked in that stinking
box on your own every night.

~ Kieran was in there with you.
~ But I never said...

Did he feel safe there
or did he feel scared?

~ He wanted to get out, but...
~ He was right to be scared,

~ cos someone beat him into a bloody paste.
~ No.

Who did that, Ajamu? Who did
that to your friend, Ajamu?

~ Stop!
~ Who did that? Ajamu, there's
no point in running!
~ Where's he going?

~ Come here!
~ I tried to help him.
~ Yeah, but why not try helping him

~ now, eh? By telling us what Mercy did.
~ He didn't do anything.

~ Kieran's got no-one.
~ This is wrong.
~ Who's going to look after him?

~ Shane promised he'd be OK.
~ Cos after this, he'll need a
lot of looking after, believe me.
~ Ajamu, Ajamu...

It wasn't Mercy, was it?

No.

No, it was me.

I did it, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I kicked him.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're all right, you're all right.

All right. Don't worry.

You're all right.

You're all right.

You start in here.

Christ alive!

Nobody should get to
play an instrument

unless they CAN play an instrument.

~ I got the notebook from up there.
~ Yeah?

Well, I used that chair
to get up there.

I didn't put it back.

Neither did I.

Spike could have. Joy, Miller...?

Miller sealed the place
right after we left, yeah?

He's a randy old sod but
he knows his business.

Dinah!

What?

Two different kinds of tape.

Maybe Miller ran out, got a new roll.

He's been here. The other man,
he's been back here since we left.

Why would he? Why risk it?

Clean the place or
pick something up -

something that might ID him?

We want you to help us, Ajamu,

but you do understand that
you could go to jail.

Yeah, you said.

Told me.

~ How is he?
~ Kieran?

When Shane brought Kieran
back, was he angry?

Raging, I never seen him like
that before. You know, it was...

It was frightening, you know.

He got Kieran like this by the
throat and then he threw him down,

and he didn't hurt him, not so much.

A bit, yeah, but it was
me that kicked him.

I did it, and I knew
I'd hurt him badly.

But I just thought that
if... if he was out,

then he could go to the hospital
or something, you know, get help.

So I helped him over the wall
but I didn't want to kick him.

I know you didn't.

So why did you?

He said I had to.

He said I had to or
he'd throw me out,

and I can't... I can't
go back out there.

The people move so fast, it's scary,
I can't go back out there.

Just take a moment, OK?

Do you want to stop?

No.

No, I don't.

Who said that you had
to kick Kieran, Ajamu?

Who told you to do that?

It was Shane.

OK.

She's not picking up.

Mercy's got to know we brought
Ajamu in, what if he runs?

Let's take him - now.

But what about Viv?

Well, it's your case.

Go on.

You're positive no-one's
been in that building

apart from the residents?

No, absolutely.

They're all right,
really. They're nice.

Not the ones who'll tell you
to fuck off, but even then,

they don't mean nothing by it.

No-one else at all? Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, absolutely.

Look, it was only a Crunchie, and
I wasn't gone more than two minutes.

Anyway, it's all right, cos
it was just one of them

jelly baby blokes, you
know, the ones with the...

What do you call it?
The funny boiler suits.

CSI bloke.

~ Did you see his face?
~ No, he had his mask on.

Ah, is this about them...?

Pissing in your pots, yeah,

I was wondering if you'd
had any further incidents?

If you were looking
out, you might have...

This is what I'm talking
about. Local neighbourhoods

working in partnership with the police,
transforming civil society.

Stopping people pissing
in pots, yeah.

Exactly. Wait here.

Minor crime creates the environment
in which major crime flourishes.

Police and citizen, cooperating
to attack it at root.

The little shits around here
- bloody book them, will you?

'Take him now?'

No, hang back, wait till
he's out the pick-up.

Where the hell...?

What's she doing?

Christ, you never give up
mourning, you, do you, eh?

~ Well, what do you expect?
~ Bloody mourning, well, I tell you what...

~ He's going to thump her.
~ Go, go, go!

Oi, stop!

Ah!

Shit.

Oh!

Oh, get off me, you bastard!

Nice tackle, mate.

Get off me!

What's he said, that little spaz?

Christ, I was only trying
to help the fucker.

Great, I'm glad you said it.
I'm arresting you on suspicion

of conspiracy to commit GBH.
You don't have to say anything

but it may harm your defence
if you don't mention

~ something you later rely on in court.
~ Bastards! No fucking way!

~ Get in the car!
~ I'm not having this!
I'll have the lot of yous!

The duty solicitor will
be here shortly, OK?

How's Kieran?

Well, he's...

He's awake.

Could be worse, you know?

Jail, I mean, at least it's
not the streets, you know?

At least it's not out there.

~ You want a tea or a coffee?
~ What are you having?

I'm going to have the tea.

Ladies and gentlemen,

quiet please, while I give
you the heroes of the hour,

PC Taz Ahmed...

.. and, and of course, the man
who bravely disabled the suspect

by throwing his face in front of
his fist, PC Stuart O'Connell.

Well done.

Any officer could get hold
of one of those suits.

Nobody knew where Cathy was.

Except the people we told...

.. except the men who were
supposed to be guarding her.

Patrick was getting information

only someone close to
us could have known.

'Eh? You want to know where I was?'

Just ask.

Checking up on me, Viv?

It's business as usual.

The gunman shot a jogger, ma'am.

~ Outside!
~ Police!

~ Get up!
~ Police!
~ Police!

Jump, jump, jump, jump!

She'd never do this.

Did you know? Come on,
you must have known.