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I had a fling with that barrister.

I could so get Nick with this.

And it'll emerge you PNC'd his car
for no legitimate reason whatsoever.

It isn't just me
for whom the shit would hit the fan.

It'll be Carl Norris, too.
You know what he's capable of.

They're bringing the review team in.
Her ex, Dave Murray.

This is Geoff.
I was at school with his sister.

Veronica Hastings. She was murdered.

It's Geoff.

I love you.

Still in resus.
They're prepping her for theatre.

NICK: Do you want me
to come and pick you up?

Yeah, could you? I've not got a car.

Right.

See you at teatime.

Don't go overdoing it.

I'll come with you.

Why?

Just say hello to everybody.

(CHEERING)

Thank you, Sir.

Hip hip
ALL: Hooray!

Hip-hip
Hooray!

Hip-hip
Hooray!

Ohh.

Can I have one?
Course you can, handsome.

Thank you, Andy.

You planned this.

Erm... thank you. Erm...

Well, I don't know what to say.
There's a novelty (!)

(LAUGHTER)

But, no, erm... thank you, all of
you, for all of your support and...

Thank you.

Gill sends her apologies.
She's on her way.

We've just picked one up
in Wythenshawe.

But she's asked me to say welcome
back. We've all missed you.

Place hasn't been the same
without you

and we're just delighted you're here
all in one piece.

Some people will do anything to have
three months off.

We thought we'd finally
got rid of you, Janet.

(HIGH-PITCHED) Beam me up, Scotty.
(LAUGHTER)

You knew about this.

Get a room (!)

(POP)
Whoo! Hey!

BOY ON TAPE: 'I need you
to send me an ambulance, please.'

OPERATOR: 'Can you tell me
what happened?'

BOY: 'He's been shot.
Somebody shot him.

He... he's all bleeding, he's...
Shit!'

OPERATOR: 'Is he conscious?'
BOY: 'No! His head's...

Oh, God. Oh, my God.'

OPERATOR: 'I've got an ambulance
on its way to you now, love.

Tell me, is the person who shot him
still there?

Can you hear me, love?'

Kid's hung up. Wasn't at the scene
when the paramedics arrived.

Victim was still breathing.
14-year-old Dylan Holroyd.

The bullet went through his mobile
phone straight into his earhole.

Shattered the phone, part of which
is lodged inside his brain.

They get him to hospital.
Catastrophic damage.

The whole skull gone on the side.

But the surgeon manages to remove
the phone fragments from his brain.

But the kid dies anyway at
quarter-past-four this morning.

So I'm trying to pin down an outside
telecom specialist

to reconstruct the phone from the
fragments. Is that possible?

We'll find out, won't we?

The lad that left the message,
according to the victim's mum,

is his best mate, Frank Goff,
15 years old.

Goff? Division picked him up
at stupid o'clock this morning

sat in a garage forecourt
crying his eyes out.

He's downstairs now
refusing to speak to anyone,
so that interview's a priority.

Janet. Welcome back, cock.

How you fixed for trying to get
a statement out of this kid?

What's Her Ladyship
so cheerful about?

Well, there's an ugly rumour
circulating the corridors

that she's got a new fella.

Ooh! Good for her.

Waiting for you to get back
to get the gossip out of her.

And what about you, madam?
Spring in your step.

Don't think I haven't noticed.

You'll think I'm nuts.
Why?

Nick.

He's changed.

He's had such a kick in the teeth
over the last few months.

I really think he's realised
a few things.

He was there that whole week when we
didn't know whether you were...

I was all over the place. I had...
no-one to go home to. And he cared.

I didn't fall for it straightaway,
Janet.

It's not like we're... living
together... yet.

Taking it steady.
Going in with my eyes open.

His divorce is coming through.

He's a different person, honestly.

If you met him, you would see.

Right.

Let's get this lad talking.

Are you all right? Hey, Janet.

Erm... no.

No. No, I'm not.

Do you know what I think?

I think Nick knows you could make
life very uncomfortable for him

knowing what you know about him
sleeping with that juror.

He's desperate to stay
on the right side of you.

And, yeah - not that it's
any of my business -

I DO think you're nuts.

And, erm... can you do me a favour?

And this is my business.

The next time you PNC a vehicle
for your own purpose,

or perjure yourself in court,

or disclose confidential information
to Nick,

can you not tell me about it?

He's frightened, Janet.

Of what?

What you frightened of, Frank?

Talking.

To the police.

That's why he called from the call
box. That's why he legged it.

He's frightened whoever did it
will come after him next
if he doesn't keep his mouth shut.

Frank, nobody needs to know
that you've talked to us.

The way we record your evidence,

it can all be done
absolutely anonymously.

Frank...

we have to start somewhere
and you found Dylan.

Makes you a very important person.

Don't you think we owe it to Dylan
to find out who did this to him?

He was your best mate, weren't he?

Do you not think he deserves it?

Anonymous?

Yes.

I was in the bathroom.

Which bathroom?
Dylan's bathroom.

We were just watching the telly.

I went for a wee.
Yeah?

And then...

I heard the door being kicked in.

Which door?

Front door.

And this voice going...

'You're gonna die.'

Are we, er... cutting this cake,
Janet?

Of course.

Got a second, Jan?
Erm... yeah, sure.

Andy.

Erm... you lot help yourselves.

(MUTTERS) I don't know why
I fucking bother.

How's the lad?

In shock.

Struggling.

I had a phone call last week

from the psychologist that's been
dealing with Geoff Hastings.

You're under no obligation to say
yes, given Hastings stabbed you.

But he's wanting to know if you'd be
interested in helping him. How?

Hastings won't talk about
the killings.

They've had tier five interviewers
going in from HQ
and got nothing from him.

He says if YOU go in, he'll talk.

We're aware that it's unorthodox -
To put it mildly.

And you would have to undergo a
psychological assessment yourself.

And as I say,
you're under no obligation - No.

No. Fine.

(DISTANT SIREN)

TV: 'At least 21 people have been
killed over three days of protests

across the country...'
(KEY IN DOOR)

Hey.

You know, I spent ages
organising the balloons, the helium,
all the other shit.

All anyone else had to do
was pick stuff up

and she talks to me like bollocks and
everyone else is fucking wonderful.
Why?

TV: '...surgeons in cities
such as Kabul...'

Do you wanna marry me?

I'm proposing to you.
Do you wanna marry me?

Well, I, erm...

I can't, not until -
After the divorce goes through.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

I didn't think so.

Have you... ?

What? Been at the bottle? Yeah.

You know... she implied...

No, she didn't imply.
She said it.

She said the only reason
you're going out with me

is because you're frightened
I'll wreck your life

if you don't stay
on the right side of me. Are you?

No.

But you don't wanna marry me.

Look, I wish you wouldn't talk
to your colleagues.

Am I just kidding myself?

About what?
About this. About us.

I wish you wouldn't drink.

You drink. But to that extent
before you even get here.

Did Caroline not like a little
drink? Can we not talk about
Caroline?

Or Martine. What about her?

You know, I said to her,
I said, 'He's changed.'

But Janet cuts straight to the chase,
goes right for the jugular.

Rachel, I have changed,

and I don't give a damn
what Janet thinks or says.

I just think getting married is...

It's a big step.
She's right, though, in't she?

I don't know because you haven't
told me what she said yet!

Just protecting
your paltry little carcass.

That is just rubbish.

First thing in the morning
I'm going to Godzilla's office

to tell her about you and your juror
friend. I might do it right now.

Rachel... What? Don't make calls
when you're pissed?

Or only in emergencies.

All right, look, we'll get married.

What?
We'll get married.

If this is what it takes
to prove to you that I love you,
we'll get married.

I just wish you wouldn't
get like this!

Sorry.

That's all right.

Is it?
Yeah.

I had a really shit day
after she'd had a go at me.

I've never fallen out with her.
Well, not for more than ten minutes.

I just started to think things,
so I'm sorry.

You've been smoking.

Yeah. Sorry.

I'll go and brush my teeth.

Can we lose these balloons, please,
ladies?

No, you're all right. I'll do it (!)

Oh. Sorry.

You know I organised all this stuff.

Everyone wanted to do it but it was
muggins here who did stuff.

Well, it was very nice.
I appreciated it. Thank you.

Why is it that perfectly
intelligent, seriously-attractive
women

end up with blokes that aren't fit
to polish their boots?

I could say that
about you and Adrian.

Ade might have one or two faults

but you can hardly compare him
to that arrogant prick.

He's asked me to marry him.

Oh, that's clever.
Then you can't be compelled
to give evidence against him

if anyone tries to send him down for
sleeping with the jury. Piss off.

Open your eyes.
He's changed.

Open your eyes, Rachel.

Hello.
What's up?

It's Sammy.
It's fine. It's his A-levels.

I don't want you to take this
the wrong way.

Don't you think, right in the middle
of his exams,

is the wrong time for you to be
taking up with another man?

How dare you?

After all the turmoil and upheaval
and disruption you caused that boy.

How dare you?

He's not happy.
That's rubbish.

This is about you, not him.

Despite the fact you walked out
on me and him,

despite the fact you were at it
with all and sundry
for God knows how long,

you can't stand the idea I could get
into bed with someone else, can you?

Hypocrite.

I knew you'd take it the wrong way.
On your bike, mush.

I've told him if he wants to move in
with me and Emma for a while,

he's more than welcome.
He seemed quite keen.

How have you managed that, then?
Promised to buy him a car?

No, Dave, you can't do that.

I told him I would buy him a car
when he got his A-level results,

IF they were good enough, so you'd
better retract that promise.

I'm not retracting a thing.

You fucking arsehole.

Cheerio.

(TYRES SCREECH)

(THUD)

(SMASH)

Off-duty police officer,
collar number 11-23-1.

We've got a kid hit by a car.
We need an ambulance.

Woodford Road in Chadderton.

Yeah, she's conscious but had her
legs taken out from under her.

You'll be all right.
We've got an ambulance on its way.

Hold her hand. Don't be frightened.

Oi, I wanna talk to you! Police!

Oi!

DC Bailey, MIT, chasing a man
running away from an RTC.

He's injured a teenage girl.
He's on his toes.

Heading along Eastfield Avenue
towards The Broadway.

Oi!

(TYRES SCREECH)
(HORN BLARES)

Stop!

Move out of the way!

(SICKENING THUD)

Will do. Thanks. Ta-ta.

Traffic says the car was stolen.

The dead man they've identified
as Daniel Tippet, 26 years old.

Small-time dickhead.
In and out of prison more times
than you've had hot dinners.

Three times over the limit.
How's the girl?

Shattered pelvis. Fractured skull.

Ugh.

What?

Carl Norris.

What about Carl Norris?

Dunno. Some connection.

Maybe this Tippet
was one of his mob.

Anyway, death by misadventure.

No human involved. Just one lowlife
no longer on the streets. End of.

You all right?

Yeah.
That's the main thing.

(MOBILE RINGS)

Yep?
Nick.

'Hi.'
Hi.

Yeah?

The guy last night had something
to do with Carl Norris.

Are you there?

Yeah. How do you mean?
Er... how do you know?

Because Godzilla's just told me.

The Traffic Inspector from D Division
just rang her up.

But, erm... so, erm...

'So, it wasn't an accident.

That car was supposed to hit me.'

What I'm wondering is how the hell -
What?

Have you spoken to him?
Don't be ridiculous.

'Well, how would he know?'
Rachel, I don't know!

'I don't think he did. I-I'm sure
he didn't know anything about it.

It was... it was just an accident.
You...

Obviously it was.

I mean, he has any number of people
hanging around in Manchester...'

Carl Norris. I mean...

'God. Erm...

Look, er, I gotta go.
Er... I'm due in chambers.'

Right.

'I'll call you later, yeah?'

I'm not overreacting.

Yes, well, I'm sorry if you think
it sounds like I'm shouting.

Oh, well, thanks for that, Sammy.
Thank you. That REALLY makes my day.

Yeah, you do that.

You do that, kid. Fine.

Sammy... ?

Problems?

He's gone to live with him...
and the whore,

who doesn't nag him like I do
or talk to him like he's a baby.

So, isn't she fabulous (?)
Why's he gone there?
Cos they're punishing me.

Why?
Cos I've been seeing someone.

Oh. How dare you try and have a life
and a career at the same time

while pretending you can be anything
resembling a decent mother (!)

It's not funny.
She wrecked my marriage

and now she's twirling my son right
in the middle of his A-levels.

He'll be back inside a week.

Watch this space.

And if he isn't,
I'll ring the little sod up
and tell him what I think of him.

So, erm...

who is he,
this... someone that you're seeing?

Chris Latham.

That DS from the NPIA that came in
to help with the Lynn Stott murder.

Oh, my God.

Gill Murray's got a toy boy.

You know, I-I am not the one
who cheated

so why am I made to feel like
an irresponsible shit parent?

I'm sorry to break it to you

but there's different rules
for men and women here on earth.

Do you wanna be a sergeant?

I -
You've got the exams.

Well, yes, but -
But?

Why would I want to be -
Andy's leaving.

Why?

Think about it.

Also, think about -
and tell me to do one -

but Geoff Hastings.

They think there may be
other victims.

Ones that have never turned up.

We need to get him talking.

You know, I'm amazed
that anyone would consider it

anything resembling appropriate

to put me in the same room
as that man.

How do you know I wouldn't go in
there and rip his face off?

You know, it's one thing
what he did to me,

but it's what he put my children
through that really pisses me off.

This request has come through
the head of MIT.

He thought it WOULD be appropriate
to approach you

because, number one, you can say no,

and no-one will think any the less
of you. I certainly won't.

Number two, he has so much respect
for you.

He thinks you can handle it,

and it's obviously important.

Can I think about it?

Of course.

Sorry if I spoke out of turn.

I don't want to fall out with you,
Rache. Just the opposite.

I don't wanna see you
getting mucked about by...

What?

I don't think it was an accident.

Last night.

I think I was targeted.

I think I'm meant to be dead.

Targeted?

He - the dead bloke -

worked for Carl Norris.

No?

No. So -

So... how does Norris know
about what I know

about how Nick compromised
Norris's court case

by sleeping with that juror?

There's only Nick
that could have told him.

Jesus. I'm sleeping with him,
he's talking to the biggest
fucking evil bastard in Manchester.

We're telling Gill.
No.

You've no choice.
She'll find out I PNC'd his car.

Yes, she will, but -
It was only for an address.

It was a discipline offence.
It's data protection.

It's abusing your powers
as a police officer.

I begged you not to do it and...

What? You'd rather be dead?

Suppose he doesn't stop?

His crew's messed up. They're gonna
know that you're onto them.

But why is Nick telling him now?
Why not before?

It might not be Nick.

Open your eyes, Rachel. Who else
is there? You've just said it.

I threatened him the other night.

I got drunk after you'd had a go
at me and I went back

and I said what you said
about him having me on

and I threatened to shop him.
That's when he said he'd marry me.

I'm telling Gill.
You're not - I am!

I've had enough of this bloke
and what he's doing to you -

Janet, I'm not losing this job!
Your life's in danger!

This needs sorting.

All right. Erm...

how about this?

We tell Gill that you think
that you were targeted and why.

Don't tell her
that I was still seeing him.

That's up to you.

We get whoever needs to be arrested,
arrested

and then we deal with the other
stuff when it arises.

IF it arises. How about that?

There is no 'if.'

Can you see any other choice?
Because I can't.

You come when you're ready
but I'm talking to her now.

So, Savage got in touch with you,

after you had this chance encounter
with this Martine in Manchester,

to say you'd better not say anything
about him sleeping with her

while he was representing
Carl Norris in court. Yeah.

And he got in touch with you
three months ago?

Why are they attacking you now?
(MOBILE RINGS) Why not then?

It's him.
Answer it.

It's all right.
They've picked him up.

Hello?

What the hell is going on?

Er... I, erm...

You've got me into a lot of trouble.
I'm being questioned by your people.

They come into chambers
and I'm more or less arrested
in front of my colleagues.

They actually arrested you?

No, but...

you'd better get down here.
I'm at Middleton police station.

You've got to tell 'em we're getting
married and this is ridiculous.

Well, I -
Now.

Right now.
Yeah, yeah, I will. I will...

Gill, there's something I've not told
you. I'm still seeing Nick
and we're getting married.

This is mad. It's not Nick, it's
Norris. I am going to Middleton.

He's, erm... he's cross, he's upset.
I need to tell them I made a mistake.

Fine.
What? What?

I'm coming with you.
Why?

Because I want to know
what's going on.

I'm responsible for your welfare
and I take that very seriously.

Is there anything else
you haven't told me? No.

Go and get your coat.

What's going on?
He's twirling her. He's a twat.

Carl Norris is a bright bloke.

Going after a police officer, even
for him, is off the Richter Scale.

Could we find links
between Savage and this Tippet lad
independent of Norris?

Can we prove he knew him? Did he
ever represent him in court? I'll
ring court records and find out.

(KNOCK) Ma'am? DI Cochrane,
Syndicate 4, on Line 1.

Alec.
So what's she said?

Nothing. She just wants to make sure
you're all right.

Carl Norris has just ring
Middleton nick.

He's going in with his brief.

He's anxious to help the police
with their inquiries, apparently.

Is she all right?

Erm... dunno.

Are you all right?

You're not leaving because of me?

Who said I was leaving?

She's offered me your job.

Were you just gonna disappear
without saying anything?

Why?
I'm moving on.

Why?
You know why.

I, erm... did a lot of thinking
while I was off.

Did you?

Life's short.

I know it is.

Don't go.

What are you saying?

I'm... saying... that, erm...

Frank Goff's coming in in
half-an-hour. I think he knows more
than he's saying

so do you want me to make
his pip squeak? Would you mind?

I was nervous of telling you.

I thought you'd think I was stupid
seeing him again.

Janet does.

I know you don't like him.

You're talking to a woman who had
the wool pulled over her eyes
for years.

He's...

He wouldn't do this.
He's a barrister, he's not an idiot.

I know that you're frightened
but, erm...

as you know from your first
interview,

your voice will be distorted.

I'm gonna be straight with you here.

I don't think you were in the
bathroom when the shooting happened.

You told me, if you recall,

that you locked the door
and hid behind the shower curtain
when the shooting happened.

Are you still saying that?

Because when I looked at the crime
scene photos of the bathroom,

I couldn't see any shower curtain.

What would you say if I told you,
when I asked Dylan's mum about it,

she said that the shower curtain had
been ripped down three days before

when Dylan came home a bit worse
for wear and fell over in the bath?

So there was no shower curtain there
that day

because she'd already binned it
and not replaced it.

So I don't think that you were in
the bathroom that day, were you?

And I don't think that you were in
either of the bedrooms,

or the kitchen,
because... if you had been,

you wouldn't have lied to me
about being in the bathroom.

Which leaves only one other room.

You see, I think that you were in
the room with Dylan

when he was shot.

I think you're frightened
of something you've seen.

Come on. All this
is completely anonymous.

I think that you saw something
and that you're frightened -

The gun...

it just went off.

In my hand.

I didn't realise
I was pointing it at him.

Well done.

I'm good at this.

Who said you weren't?

Well, you know, three months off,

I thought I'd be rusty but...

Do you think I should do this
Geoff Hastings interview thing?

I don't know, Janet.

Rachel?

Who's this?

My boss.
Oh, so that's Godzilla, is it?

None taken (!)

Have you told them - ?
It's fine. It's gonna be fine.

Hello, Ma'am.
Hello.

Mr Savage.
Yeah, what?

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the attempted murder
of DC Rachel Bailey.

You don't have to say anything

but it may harm your defence if you
do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on
in court.

That is... absolutely ridiculous.

Come through to -
Are you gonna say something?!

It's just a process. You haven't
done anything, have you? So...

Why are they arresting him?
They must have something on him.
Like what?

I'm good, I'm not psychic. Wind your
neck in, lady. Me boss, you not.

(KNOCKS)

Alec.

Gill.

What have you got on Savage?

Something absolutely...

Is that her? Bailey?
Yeah.

What you got?
I tell ya...

Carl Norris, he cracks me up.

I know, cut him in half, he's got
'evil' written right through him,
but he's been in.

Been in? Yeah.
As in been in and gone?

Yeah. First thing he says -

'Between you and me, Mr Cochrane,
I wouldn't trust that Nick Savage

further than I can chuck him.'
So what have you got?

Nick Savage rang Carl Norris,

asked for a meeting with him.

Fortunately for us, Carl Norris
being the suspicious evil-minded git
he is,

he decided that if a barrister
wanted to talk to him uninvited

it had to be for no good reason,
so they meet in Norris's car.

And unknown to Nick, Norris has
taken the precaution of recording
the conversation on his phone.

And you've not spoken to Carl Norris
for... three years? Yep.

Are you absolutely certain of that?
Yeah.

I'd like to show you something,
Mr Savage.

It's a copy
of exhibit reference CN1.

It's a recording Mr Norris said
he made of a conversation
you had with him.

NICK ON TAPE: '..and she knows
I had this relationship

with the girl on the jury.
CARL: So what are you saying?

I'm not saying anything.
So what are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting anything,
I'm just... Just...?

Just flagging it up
that this girl could make life
very difficult for you.

Why me?
Well, if there's a retrial -
Why would there be?

Just cos YOU'D get struck off.
CPS would need new evidence
and there is none.

I wasn't born yesterday.
I'm not suggesting you were.

What sort of businessman
do you think I am, eh?

If you think I'd harm a police
officer, you must be out
of your tiny mind.

I wasn't suggesting that.
So what WERE you suggesting?

There have been developments in DNA

which could mean -
and it's not impossible -

that the CPS would consider
a retrial in... in... in...

in certain circumstances.

Really?
Yeah.

So, OK.

What are we talking about exactly?

Do you want me to... what? Eh?

I don't want anything. Want me
to do something to this girl?
I'm just flagging it up for you.

(CHUCKLES) That's very kind of you.
Well...

But you're overlooking the fact I
wasn't guilty in the first place.

I ought to smack you,
you soft bastard.

Jeopardising my trial cos you can't
keep your dick in your pants.

This conversation's over.
Get out the car.

Go on, get out. And think yourself
lucky, shit-for-brains.'

He represented Daniel Tippet
three times in court.

He'd known him four or five years.

Daniel Tippet had bad debts
and would do anything for cash.

Are you all right?

'Can you just confirm that
that's you, Mr Savage?'

He's looking at, what... eight years
before he even gets parole?

Banged up with hairy-arsed gorillas,

some of which he helped
to put in there,

so they're gonna make
a lovely fuss of him
when he gets inside Strangeways.

I did meet Norris but, erm...

that was it.
I didn't speak to anyone...

after that at all.

Do you know a Daniel Tippet,
Mr Savage?

Yes. I represented him in court.
Several times.

(SNIFFS)

Let's go back to my flat.
(MOBILE RINGS)

I think that's me.

'Hello?'

Are you still in the office?

Erm... yeah, yeah,
I thought I'd wait for you.

'What happened?'

Wanna go for a drink?
'Erm... yeah, of course.

What happened?'
I'll tell you when I see you.

'OK.'
Bye.

I've just been talking
to Alec Cochrane.

Can you explain to me...

why, eight months ago,
you PNC'd Nick Savage's vehicle?

I found out he was married...
with kids

and I wanted to know where he lived.

Who else knows you did this?

No-one.

What you gonna do?

The only... the only thing I can do,

when I speak to Professional
Standards,

is tell them that you are
one of the best, best young
detectives I've ever come across

and hope that someone somewhere
with some authority

has the wisdom to appreciate that
that might mean something.

But this is MMP
we're dealing with so...

you know...

don't hold your breath.

You know...

we've all been there, we've all
had the piss taken out of us
by some ridiculous bloke.

And here's you...

This is all you've wanted to do all
your life since you were knee-high,

and now that's your career down the
toilet because of him, Mr Knobhead,
arsehole, nasty idiot.

And now you, with all your talent
and all your training

and all your passion
and all your commitment

will be lucky to get a job
directing traffic.

I'll work my way back in again.
You'll never work in MIT again.

Frank Goff's confessed.
It was an accident.

The gun went off in his hand
when he was playing with it.
Dylan's own gun.

Er... how did YOU get on?

Well done.

Well?

They charged him.

Attempted murder.

She found out
that I PNC'd his vehicle.

She's gonna ring
Professional Standards.

That's me in uniform
for the rest of my life.

Janet, what are you doing?

Janet?

What?

Don't.

What?
Report her.

Do you think I want to?

She's been strung on for months,
years, by that bastard.

She's bright, she's clever, she
deserves this job. You know that.

Alec Cochrane knows, so -
Alec Cochrane's retiring next week.

It'll never cross his mind again.
It's a discipline offence, Janet.

It's a criminal offence.
Her integrity is shot.

I was with her when she did it.

No, you weren't.
Yes, I was.

She's just told me no-one else knew.
Well, she's lying.

We were driving into the mortuary
eight months ago - Emel Yilmaz.

In fact it was my idea.

Not to PNC the vehicle but it was my
idea to find out where he lived.

So if you're reporting her,
you're reporting me.

Don't do this to me... because
you know I play by the rules.

You can choose not to do this.

Professionally, I agree,
it might be the right thing to do.

Morally, however, it's rubbish.

I can't believe you'd do this to me.

We've been friends for...

eighteen, nineteen years.

Yeah, so I'm not doing it lightly,
am I?

And when I report you both to
Professional Standards, I won't be
doing it fucking lightly either!

What are you doing? Life is short
and then, oh, shit, you die.

And you never know the day, Rachel.

Where you going?

Pub. You coming?

(GLASS SMASHES)

What's going on?

Nothing.

Get out!

You've got kids,
you've got a mortgage. I know.

So, why did you?

I thought she'd listen. I thought
I knew her, but... Oh, God.

I've done to her
exactly what you did to me.

I've put her in
an impossible position. Oh, God.

Oh, God, I shouldn't have come back
to work. I wasn't ready.

If either one of you ever, ever
lets me down over this,

I will come after you and I will
kill you, both of you,

and I will get away with it
because I know how.

I'm really sorry, Gill.

Good.

Er...

have I still... got a job?
Yes.

Erm... would you like a drink?
Yes.

I'll get you a glass.

Pint?

Could we have a pint?

Thank you, Janet.

I've, erm...

I've decided that I will help
interview Geoff Hastings.

Really?
Yeah.

Two-ninety, please, love.

Thanks.

GILL: Does anybody know
any good jokes?

JANET: I know some bad ones.

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