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Come on, mate, just give yourself up.

Give yourself up now!

(Jake.)

'Hello, mate. Just to let you know,
this centre is now surrounded.'

We have a police dog who we WILL
release in the next 30 seconds

unless you reveal yourself.

Give yourself up or we release the dog.

'You are surrounded.

'There is no way out.'

'You are surrounded'

On the ground! On the ground now!

Get down. Hands behind your back!

- Behind your back! - I will burn it
to the ground! I will burn it down!

Shut up! SHUT UP!

On your feet.

Control, this is Kilo-Two-Two-Zero,
we have the male in custody.

There are no casualties.

We no longer require assistance
or an incident command team. Over.

Come on then, mate.

You want to play soldiers,
join the army, yeah?

I was turned down by the
Marines, wasn't I? Dodgy eyes.

That's why I ended up here.

- You work here?
- I did till I got sacked.

Stupid cow on Ornamentals said I was
freaking out the customers and that.

There she is, laughing.

Carry on laughing, you stupid witch!

She'll be laughing a lot harder

when you get 18 months
in a young offenders'.

Now get in. Shut up.

Well done. Good result. Clearly
averted a major incident.

You can't keep ignoring me.

Your mother's coming
out of hospital today.

She already suspects
there's something going on.

I want you there at home.

I bet you do.

Whatever you think is going
on, what matters is Mum.

- You really want to do this here?
- We need to do what's best for her.

Is that what you were thinking
when you were cheating on her,

- "what's best for mum"?
- (Don't.)

She's getting chemotherapy,
you're getting one over the side.

(This situation is a lot more
complicated than you think.)

It's not. It's simple.

Is that all, sir? I
need to get back to work.

Morning.

No, it's NOT!

I was serving someone.

I saw him walk in and then
he just helped himself.

Sweets. Drinks. Bold as brass!

Then strolled out. I couldn't believe it.

Can you give us a description?
Height? Hair colour?

I don't need to describe
him! He's round the corner.

Too daft to run away.

You'll rot your teeth.

Hey! You all right?

Been a while.

18 months, give or take a
few days for good behaviour.

- So when they let you out?
- This morning.

They shoved me right out the gate.

Didn't even let me have my breakfast.

Come on, slap 'em on.

I appreciate you letting this go.

- It's not in anybody's interest
to pursue it. - If you say so.

Right, you, everything you
nicked on the counter now, please.

Come on.

And the cans.

What about them? I can't put them
back on the shelf, half sucked.

No, no, no. You put that away.

It's for setting yourself up.

- I'll pay for the, erm...
- Gummy Bears. £1.29.

.. Gummy Bears.

- That's ridiculous. - There you
go. - Thieving little wotsit.

He shouldn't be getting free
sweets. He should be in prison.

Yeah, all right, love. Come on.

I don't want to go to no bail hostel.

- I want to be back on B-Wing.
- It's tough.

I don't understand. Shouldn't
you be pleased to be out?

Why should I be pleased?

Didn't miss anything when you were inside?

I didn't miss nothing.

I had mates, my own pad, and
all the drugs I could want.

Just take me to the station. You can
charge me with something. Anything!

No, I'm not going to arrest you.

Please, man, come on.

I can't do this.

I want to go back inside.

- I swear down if you don't do that
I'll do something. - Jamie, Jamie...

just stop, all right?

You're getting a second chance
today, whether you want one or not.

- Whatever, man.
- Hey.

Robert, I just had a quick question
about the board and I just...

I haven't heard from you.

So I'm just hoping... everything's
OK and that you're all right.

You believe what I just saw?

A seagull... eating a magpie.

Beak, feathers. Covered in blood.

How messed up is that?

- Jo?
- What?

What do you mean, "what"?

This is the animal
kingdom turning on itself.

This could be the... the End Of Days.

Reported theft. St Bartholomew's Church.

- I'd like you and DC Hawkins
to deal with it. - Boss.

You, er... You lose the first round, Boss?

Theft from a church has an impact
on the community. Public interest.

Take it seriously.

Yeah. OK. We'll... Boss.

- Cat scratch...
- What?

.. or sex scratch, what do you reckon?

I don't know, Carl. Let's
just go to work, shall we?

- Slow morning.
- Yeah.

You know what they say, starts
off quiet, ends with a riot.

Yeah.

Hopefully.

Ooh, got you a present.

What?

- In there.
- Come on?!

- I don't have to get you anything
back, do I? - No, you don't.

Oh, wow! Amazing!

Do you even know what it is?

No.

- It's a fitness band.
- Is it?

Yeah, it tracks your activities,

- calories burned, steps taken, that
sort of thing. - Amazing. Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Very nice.

'Control for any unit
available for a disturbance

'at 31 Blosswood Crescent.

'Believed two females
shouting and screaming.'

Kilo-Two-Three-Zero, we'll take that.

Let's get this heart rate up, shall we?

Why should I?

Why should I pay her if she
hasn't done her job properly?

You don't pay me, the dog stays here.

Sorry, I don't understand
what's happened here.

I have been in Antwerp on a
sales conference for five days

and I hired this... woman to look
after Elwood and she hasn't done it!

- Done what?
- Elwood's regime! I told her!

I gave her specific instructions.

Two walks a day, limited biscuits,
otherwise he just turns to fat.

- I am an accredited dog walker...
- (Is that a thing?)

.. and I have exercised Elwood every day.

You weigh him.

Go on, put him on the scales.
You'll see he's not put on an ounce.

(No, we're not weighing a dog.)

Look, he was not this fat when
I left him. I'm not paying!

No, no, I've had enough of this actually.

You pay her her money and
you give her her dog back.

This is not a police matter, OK? Let's go.

Timewasters, seriously!

Just pass me the bloody rope.

Don't you dare!

- I will...
- Get off me!

For God's sake. Hey!

I've never seen a bank manager
steal from his own bank.

What's his profile?

Tim Baxendale, 38, married, no kids.

Joined the Graduate
Training Scheme in '95.

Worked his way up.

Extensively vetted. Never had any
security issues flagged up before.

Obviously the bank's own
security system is alerted to

any suspicious behaviour.

Clearly removing £100,000 isn't
part of his normal duties.

Early indication is
he's acting under duress.

Thank you, sir.

Hello, Tim.

Can I have a word?

Please...

it's not what it looks like.

And your wife was already gone
when you got home from work?

I went to running club.

I got in at half ten, like I
usually do... and she wasn't there.

The back door was smashed in.

There was glass all over the
floor and there was blood on it.

This morning... I got this.

My wife...

'Tim, they've taken me.
They want £100,000.'

'Tim, please, please, you
mustn't tell the police.

'They said no police or they'll...'

You heard her! They'll
hurt her! they'll hurt her!

- Do you want to get your
wife back safely? - Of course.

Then you need me.

The kidnappers might be watching
you so you have to keep it together.

You must give no indication
that anything is wrong.

A normal day.

Now, do you want to go up? Bed's
ready. Sheets are all clean.

- I don't want to go to bed.
- OK, fine.

That's the last thing I need
after a week in hospital.

It's all right.

I have to take this.

Yeah?

Sir, early indications,

this is a legitimate tiger kidnap.

- The wife is vulnerable, a
wheelchair user. - Yeah, and?

I want authorisation to put a Live
Cell Trace on the husband's phone.

OK, granted.

Inspector, I don't need to
remind you of the critical element

of a live hostage and of the dangers
of not dealing with it properly.

'Sir.'

Whoever's behind this, your
priority is to bring the wife home.

- Do you reckon it's going to rain?
- I dunno? Why?

- Bethany's picking
litter on the beach. - Oh.

Parenting, eh? It's all about firsts.

First day at nursery,
first day at big school.

- First day at court-ordered community payback.
- You must be so proud(!)

As long as she learns her lesson.

Victorian, solid silver.

I believe the insurance value it at £900.

And you've lost some money as well, yeah?

£150 from the collection.

Do you know where in the
church they were stolen from?

After the service, we take the
collection into the vestry,

count it out before it goes into
the safe with the communion set.

Who else has access to the vestry?

A number of people who work for me.

Cleaners, flowers arrangers, caretaker.

But I sincerely doubt if one of them...

We're going to need a list
of all those people just to...

- Excuse me. - .. eliminate
them from our enquiries.

But, first things first,
we'll get CSI down here,

take prints from the collection box, OK?

I like that.

We call it Messy Church. The kids love it.

Did you do that pasta?

I like what the kids have done
with the hair. Is it macaroni?

Fusilli, I think.

If I could have that list.

Control, this is Charlie
Sierra 704, priority call.

I am at Diplock Market.
Robbery in progress.

Suspect is an IC1 male,
navy hat, about 18.

I am not pursuing. I have a female
victim, pregnant and injured.

- Are you OK?
- My head.

Control, this is Kilo-Two-Two-Zero.

We are in a pursuit of
the male robbery suspect.

Suspect heading south
on Kensington Street.

Cut him off!

Come here!

Still on Kensington.

He's about 20 metres ahead.

- 'What's your position?'
- I'm on Orange Row.

Excuse me, out of my way!

Mugger's heading into New Road.

Damn!

'Mugger is heading into New Road.'

I've lost him. Where are you?

- 'I'm with you.'
- Are you eyes on?

Not yet.

Ryan, I've got him!

- Where's he going?
- Pavilion.

'Control, suspect is heading
into Pavilion Gardens.'

I'm still in pursuit. Stand by.

Out the way!

Don't move!

Keep still!

Stop struggling.

Control, this is Kilo-Two-Two-Zero.

We have one...

female in custody.

No injuries. Over.

- What?
- Well done.

You took quite a blow to the head.

Are you sure you don't want
me to call you an ambulance?

No, it's OK. I can drive her.

- Let's get you both
checked out, eh? - Yeah.

Yeah, probably be quicker.

I'm sure the baby's fine. I've
got a headache, that's all.

- Is this your bag?
- Yes.

Right, we'll book her in

- and we'll get it back to you as
soon as we can, OK? - Thank you.

Really, thank you so much. I
mean, you've all been so kind.

Thank you. She's very lucky.

WE'RE very lucky.

She was quite pretty.

Pretty fast.

- Your turn tomorrow.
- What?

Breakfast in bed.

Oi, are you living with him?

It's temporary, you know.

Arrest statement.

- Incident log.
- Yeah.

- Property book.
- Yeah.

Crime report. Boom!

- Right, let's palm this off.
Get back out there. - Yeah.

- No, no, no!
- Come on, mate.

Absolutely no chance. I've got
my own pile of crap to deal with.

- Why should I bother
with yours? - Jo? - No.

Right, I've run all the names through PNC.

Church wardens, cleaners,

all have checked out all right apart
from this one guy, Vincent Forbes.

- The caretaker?
- Odd-job man.

He's been working for the
vicar for the past six months,

- after his conditional
release... - From prison? - Yeah.

There we go. What does he expect?

Surrounds himself with ex-cons,

and then comes running back to
us when they revert to type.

He's a type, all right. Repeat offender.

Burglary, theft, drugs supply.

Handling stolen goods.

Our man Vinnie's got a
list as long as your arm.

Round and round crime's revolving door.

Walk with me.

Now.

How can they do this to her?

She is so brave, so...

Never complains.

So vulnerable.

When they get in contact again...

.. they're going to tell you where to go

and what to do with the money.

You have to do what they say.

All right?

Good pray?

Yeah.

- Why? - How do you fancy
investigating the crime of the century?

Assault with a china dog. Suspect's
in custody. All yours, my friend.

Oh, guys, come on!

- Loving your work.
- Cheers, Mish.

You've got to be kidding me?

Burnt through 200 calories today.

- You just put 600 back on.
- Ah, well.

New regime going well then, yeah?

Still smell like fireworks.

Count yourself lucky, mate.
Mine smell of paperwork.

'Any unit for an immediate graded call to

'a personal attack alarm at
Beeching Manor, Old Parish Road.'

Kilo-Two-Three-Zero,
show us State Five, over.

Thank you, Ryan.

Here, boy!

- Go on, boy. - Quick,
boy. - See you later.

Patrick!

Oi, cut it out, please!

Vinnie's confessed to
stealing from the church.

He's returned the chalice

and promised to reimburse the
collection as soon as he can.

- So you no longer wish to
report a theft? - Absolutely.

As far as I'm concerned, the
matter has been dealt with.

- And Vinnie's forgiven?
- Yes, he is.

Until the next time?

The thing is, my experience
with the Vinnies of the world

is that you're wasting your time.

Once a junkie...

I don't agree.

No?

No.

Everyone's capable of change.

All right, Phil, cheers.

Thanks for letting me know,
mate. I appreciate it.

'She's a handful.'

Yeah, well, one of these days
she's going to be the death of me.

All right, see you later.

The Vicar's dropping the charges.

Yeah, well, it's one less job for us.

Actually, if that is done and
dusted, do you mind if I nip out,

half an hour max?

- Just really need to nip
this in the bud. - Yeah, fine.

Right, cheers.

OK, it's this next left.
Sharp left. Here, it's here.

Kilo-Two-Three-Zero to Control,
show at state six at Beeching Manor.

Everything appears to be in order,

but we're just going to
check the property now. Over.

Everything all right, sir?
We've had reports of an attack.

And if there was a hoodlum
holding his knife to my throat,

I'd be a dead man.

- What? - If I was being attacked,
you'd be too bloody late.

Luckily, this is only a test run.

Sorry, can I just...

So there's no actual emergency?

We've just driven across the South
Downs, responding to your call,

- which is a "test run"?
- Which you have comprehensively failed.

Can you write that down, please,
PC Moretti, exactly what this...

- gentleman has just said?
- Doing it now.

I'm reporting you for the
consideration of the question

of prosecuting you for the
offence of wasting police time.

How DARE you?!

I really wouldn't, mate. Not
when she's got the face on.

OK, guys, take a break.

Oh, my gosh, smell that!

- Do you want to go for a swim?
- Nah. - Is it warm enough?

Do you know who that is?

Some... nobber who likes
bossing people around?

That's Phil Bunting.

Ex job. We've played
football together for years.

- And now your Supervisor.
- So?

So he calls me at work, as a favour,

to tell me that you've been messing
around in your session this morning.

- It was boring. - It's meant to be
boring, Bethany. It's a punishment.

It's not meant to be a fun day out.

Selfies?

- You got any idea how that comes across?
- Calm down, Dad.

Do you know what, I'm not going to
calm down, no! This is embarrassing.

This is my work, my colleagues!
This is not like school, you know.

You break the rules here you get
put on report, they can fine you,

drag you back to court, even
impose another sentence on you.

- I don't have to listen to this.
- Yes, you do. OI!

You see those kids, your new
best mates, do you want me

to tell you about them, cos it's
all marked out for them already,

like little stepping stones
and it starts with this.

With court orders, with community payback.

Then there's a couple of
stints at Young Offenders

and then the real stuff.

Prison.

They're already on that path

and I don't want that for
you, Bethany, all right?

I'd give anything for you to avoid
that, sweetheart, but, you know,

you've got to turn this
round pretty damn quick.

Do you hear me?

Cos once you're on that road,
it's a hell of a job to get off it.

- I'm not sure it was Vinny.
- Of course he did.

Nicked a load of cash,
antiques from the church,

bought himself some drugs.

Probably sneaked it in here
and he is using it already.

And breaking his licence
terms, left, right and centre?

- Are you sure you don't want to
leave this to probation? - No.

I want to search his room.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I've got something for you.

Sit there. Be quiet.
Wait till I've finished.

Excuse me, Miss.

Why didn't you give
this to me when I came in

instead of wasting my time?

Tried but you wouldn't listen!

I'm sorry that I stole
the money from the church

and that I scored but
I didn't take it all.

Colin, the vicar, he understands.

He knows I don't want to do it any more.

I hate what it's done to me and my life...

but it's hard.

Control, this is DS Moffat. I'm
at the Marine Street Bail Hostel

where I've arrested a white male

on suspicion of possessing Class A drugs.

I'm going to need a unit for prisoner
transport back to custody, please.

'Copy that. A unit's on its way. Over.'

Soon as my guys turn up, they'll
take him back to the station

and I'll sort out the rest of
the papers on the probation.

Listen to me! I need
someone to listen to me.

Just wait there until we're finished.

I'm not waiting, I'm not waiting!

- OK. OK. OK. What's going on?
- Look, I have to go back. I need to go back.

- I can't do this!
- OI! Calm down!

No... Put it down! Put
that down right now!

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

All right. OK.

'All right, all right.

- 'What's your name?
- Jamie Frears. CD2894.'

- B wing, Long Cross!
- OK. Good. All right. OK, Jamie.

Just put the syringe down. OK?

Everything's going to be all right.

- We're going to sort all
this out together. - SHUT UP!

Look, I want to be back on B wing, yeah?

I want my own pad, all my boys, yeah?

And if you can't do that, if
you don't make that happen,

I'm going to hurt him, you
know? I'm going to do this!

Jamie? It's all right.

- NOW!
- Jamie. She can't do that.

What?!

She can't promise you the same wing, mate.

Your old pad.

But if you stab him with that,

- you're get banged up in some CAT A.
- You don't know that.

Middle of nowhere. None of
your mates. On your own.

You think you're lonely now...

How do you know that?

Because I've been there, mate.

Believe me, you don't
want to end up there.

Look. Come on, mate.

I know you're scared.

I know how frightening it is
when you walk out of that gate

and all of a sudden you're on your own.

I get it every time meself.

Don't feel like freedom, does it?

Feels like fear.

Jamie, look at me.

This... This ain't going to help.

Control, this is Kilo 220. Show
us State Six at the bail hostel.

Out of the way!

I'll get the first aid kit.

Ryan?

Why didn't you just
arrest me this morning?

Hi, I'm returning some property
to a patient. Marisa Desai.

- Let me just check for you.
- Not to worry.

Mr Desai? I've got your wife's handbag.

She stopped breathing.

They're trying to save the baby.

They've taken her to theatre.

They think it's a brain haemorrhage.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Great. Missed the action again.

You all right, Jo?

Can you take a prisoner
back to the station for me?

- This one yours?
- Yeah.

Come on then, mate, you're coming with us.

On your feet, please.
Bit quicker. Thank you.

- See you in a bit.
- Yeah.

Right, watch your head
on the way in, mate.

You can take the cuffs off him.

All right mate, hold steady.

- Ready? - Yeah. - Let's go.

(Stop looking at us.)

Want some water?

OK. Suit yourself.

- Thank you very much.
- You're very welcome.

What's this? Why don't
they just have cups?

- Mate, you all right?
- I... I don't know.

- N... Not really.
- Come on. Come on.

Sit down.

She was fine.

She was all right this morning.

Shit.

It just doesn't make sense.

No.

It doesn't.

My wife, Monique.

She was a combat medic. Helmand Province.

Two tours of duty.

Front line. Casualties.

IEDs.

Know how she died?

Getting bread and milk from the garage.

Parked up, walked around the front.

Drunk driver drove into
the back of her car.

Crushed her against the wall.

Life is short.

Random.

That's all you need to know.

How's your mum doing?

Bit better, I think.

She's out of hospital.

Came home today.

I can stay with Jamie if
you want to get off early.

Don't have kids. Right? Take
the pill or join a convent.

Whatever you do, do not have kids.

- Jo?
- Yeah.

Hey.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Do you want a hug? Or
would that be weird? - A bit.

Come on, Jo. Talk to me.

You've been quiet all week
and then today you've been...

What's going on?

I can't.

Why not?

I can't.

Is it the job?

Cos you can talk to Felix, ask for
a few days leave, take a break.

I can't.

I've got the board, my
promotion. Anyway, it's not that.

Oh, it's everything.

- You wouldn't understand.
- Why?

Because...

Because you're so sorted.

Oh, yeah, you're right.

I am all sewn up, me, aren't I, eh?

Daughter's going off the rails

and I'm too frightened to tell my
wife I don't want any more kids.

Wow. Eh? On Easy Street, me(!)

Why can't you tell Sandy?

Well, because...

.. cos that's what's
known as a deal-breaker.

Ugh!

Jo, come on, please don't cry.

Come on. This is not like you.

I don't know who "me" is, Carl, I don't.

I don't.

Come here.

Thank you. Thank you.

Aw, what?

What's the matter?

Rubbish. Look! All day, as
good as gold, "sedentary".

- Poor Lino.
- Yeah, poor me.

You know what? I'm going to go home,

I'm going to put the footie
on and cry into my cannelloni.

That's not going to help, is it?

Right, come on, get your coat.
Come and have dinner at mine.

Won't Alice mind?

No, she loves me taking work home.

- Come on.
- All right, it's your funeral.

Taxi.

Keep your eyes on the taxi driver.

Everyone on standby.

'I planned it for years.'

First I rented the garage behind
the house, somewhere to hide.

Then, over time, I
ordered the laptop, phone,

tripod for the camera,
booked the plane ticket.

But this, the money...

.. I knew I couldn't do it on my own.

Who is he? Friend? Boyfriend?

The only person I talk to
all week -- my taxi driver.

He takes me to physio every
Wednesday. I knew he needed money.

And I knew I could trust
him if I gave him a cut.

And Tim?

Oh, he had no idea. He leaves
for work, he locks me in.

At first, he'd say he was keeping me safe.

It was too dangerous for me to go out.

Then he would hang the house
keys just out of my reach...

.. and take away my ramps.

I felt trapped...

.. suffocated.

You don't listen to me.

Why should I listen to you, if you
don't listen to me? It's crazy!

Like I had no choices of my own.

He controls everything I do.

I have no independence, no freedom.

He won't let me out of his sight.

All these years, trapped in that house,

plotting my escape.

Most women, if a marriage goes wrong,

they would walk out, start again.

If I want to be free, build a new life...

.. I had to rob a bank.

Thanks for the lift.

Don't know how long I'll be.

Don't worry, take your time.

There's some leftover pasta in
the fridge if you get hungry.

It's OK. I'll... I'll go out.

I'll get something.

Go on, off you go.

Yeah.

Good luck with the whole...
family drama thing.

Thank you for coming.
I know it's not easy.

- Don't.
- No, I want you to know

that I understand, I appreciate...

- Don't kid yourself.
- Jake, come on.

I'm not doing it for you.

Where's Mum?

You look terrible.

- Thanks, Mum(!)
- Are you ill?

What's the matter with you?

I'm just... Nothing. It was just
full-on today. Bit knackered.

Anyway, you don't look too hot yourself.

I've got cancer. I'm allowed
to be pale and interesting.

Your dad didn't say you were coming.

- I'm here now, that's what matters.
- It certainly is.

What?

A solicitor?

That is a bold move.

I like him.

I really like him.

I should hope so, you've
moved in with him.

Just as long as you're sure you're
doing this for the right reason.

- Don't know what you mean.
- Yeah, I think you do.

Look, it may surprise
you, sweetheart, but...

I know exactly who your dad is.

And this... this is not
your battle to fight.

I've missed you, Jo.

What are you doing?

Hey! Have you got a card or something?

I'm pursuing the male with DC Hawkins.

Hey!

Hey, you can't do that here.

I broke the rules, didn't I?

Not that those guys would have the guts.

Look, can we just get back to work, yeah?

Oi!