All language subtitles for No Offence. S01E05.1080p.WEB-DL.x264-hlshd_track3_[eng]

This programme contains strong
language and scenes of violence

Sexually assaulted then drowned.
She wanted a boyfriend.

That special someone,
where barriers mean nothing.

PHONE VIBRATING

I saw the photo my dad sent you.

Oh.

I enjoyed it! Knowing
she wasn't going to fight back.

Is she leaving?

Yeah.

We take control of Patti's profile.

Make him do a bit of work to keep
him interested.

And apparently he is.

POLICE CAR SIRENS

TYRES SCREECHING

Ooh, I still love that sound.

We've had two more strikes
from Handyman overnight.

I don't believe this. I dreamt it.
Did you?

Yeah, well, I dreamt one.

Two. Wow, double fun.

GROANING

KNOCK ON DOOR

Shush.

LOUDER KNOCK ON DOOR

Tegan, disturbance at the travel
agent, Marsden Cross. Come on.

TOILET FLUSHING

I know for a fact it was that old
smoothie I left out of the fridge.

Lousy first impressions of a new
involuntary partner, eh?

You sure you're good to drive?

I'm good for anything now, pal.

CAR REVVING AND POLICE SIREN

CROWD SHOUTING

SHOUTING AND GLASS BREAKING

What's your name, mate?

Noel?

They know where we live.

They're going after my wife. A bunch
of women. They've gone after
Elizabeth.

Ah, Jesus. He's been slashed.
Get the medics.

Hey, hey, listen to me,
all right. You'll be all right.
Where's your wife, mate?

Noel!

13 Windrush Court.
She's eight months pregnant.

Handyman's tried to make
contact with Miller.

Yeah, me being Patti, at three
this morning going,
"What are you thinking about?"

You didn't engage?

And again at 3.37, "What do you
dream about?" I've said nothing.

Erm, why didn't you reply?

He's testing to see whether her
traffic's being monitored.

If he got an instant reaction to his
e-mails in the dead of night he'd be
straight onto us.

So this is typical of a good bite,
yeah?
KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, sir.

Chat-ops lads in my department
told me congrats were in order.
Oh, at the very least, sir.

Only I thought we'd agreed to keep
to typical daylight hours
for chat-ops.

Yes, but this is Handyman
unilaterally fishing.

It implies growing interest.

I was up half the night playing two
ends against the middle with
this nonce.

I've been strategically pestering
him with a few other sluttier
specimens.

Gobby Downs versus Princess Downs.

His preference is obviously for
the more Christian souvenir type.

I've, er...
LAUGHING

..I've another one ready
to go through imminently.

I'm alone up in my room sneaking
online while getting
dressed for school.

When I mention long, white,
sensible socks

and T-bar sandals he'll be
jizzing his mental tits off.

And as to why he is so gifted
communicating like a total nonce,

I defer to Dr Peeps'
psychiatric talents.

I haven't the time
or the inclination.

My God. I didn't realise it was
that harsh.

Are you OK?
I've patients waiting.

I am right, aren't I?
To be tingling about this?

It's typical of a very good bite.

Thin your full-length socks.

COMPUTER PINGS
Whatever the setbacks with Cathy

and my reservations about her
living under your roof,

we concentrate on the progress we've
made

and the trust you've built
and we professionally

exploit the shit out of it.

Yeah, well, we are both certain this
should make Cathy a lot more...

..even stronger.

It can be a sign of women
breakthroughs, can't it?

Send anything new as soon as it
comes.

I'll, er, respond between
sections.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

What now?

Dinah, I've had much worse injuries
much more suddenly than Cathy
dished out

and talking to you about it isn't
going to move us a single step on,
is it?

So let's save my breath for Cathy
because you're going to need it all
the more.

If we ever see her again.

Elizabeth. Open up. It's the police.

WOMEN SHOUTING

Elizabeth!

It's the police!

Elizabeth!

POLICE SIRENS WAIL
Back off!

SIRENS WAIL

Sit down. Sit down. Elizabeth, yeah?

Are you hurt? No.

Is the baby OK? No.

Urgent medical assistance required,
13 Windrush. Where is he?

RADIO: Copy that.
Your husband's safe. Don't worry.

We'll get you out of here. OK?

Eight month pregnancy...
He's got no fucking right to be
safe!

Why wasn't I told, eh?

Whoa! Get off me you mad bitch.

Why wasn't I told what he's done?

SHE STARTS CRYING

He murdered a little girl.

He beat her brains out with
a fucking baseball bat.

And nobody ever told me.

SCREAMING AND SHOUTING

GLASS SHATTERS

YOU MURDERER!

What are you doing? We need this.
Huh?

HE SPEAKS HINDI

Fuck off! I paid for this.
They make me pay for this, no.

Not for somebody like him, no.

Oi! You with the parka.
I want a word with you!

SIREN WAILS

Tegan!

There he is! Go, go, go, go.

TYRES SCREECH

Shit!

You really know how to throw that
shit about, don't you?

Are you kidding me?

SHE LAUGHS

Is that real? That is
not real! Seriously?

Another reason why I shouldn't run.

We both saw the look
and heard the lie.

"Looming breakthrough" is a phrase
that I invented to pad the last
report out.

What is going on, Dinah?

Me and Cathy had a fight.

She doesn't live with me any more,
she's moved in with Alpha.

The chief just specifically urged
you to prepare her for trial

should our luck be changing,
which it looks like it is.

Just bring her home, Dinah.
Fuck off, Joy.

She's 16, he's 18 and they
get more sex than you do.

There's nothing I can do or say
that she wants to listen to.

I've left dozens of messages
and she...

I haven't slept, Viv.

I think Alpha's got my heart.
If she's got your heart, Dinah...

And, actually - fuck off
from me, too.

I'm the chief, he's just sir. Or what
his mother called him,
Darren McLaren.

If she's got your heart, Dinah, get
her back on board for the sake
of mine, yeah.

If he finds out we've lost her, you
will be the one breaking the bad
news.

SIREN WAILS

Where is she? Take a breath, Noel.
Let the lady do her job. Elizabeth?

She's fine, we've got her. Just stay
still. I need to speak to her.

It could've been your jugular. It
could have been your face.
Count your blessings.

It's not my face.

Your boss needs to know.

I'm Christie Feeney.

Fuck me.

Echo 2-7-7-4-5.
Foxtrot, to control.

Urgent request for secure
escort for unique cargo.

Come on! Can somebody... Connie,
I need boss' attention, right now.
If she left the building,

tell her to turn back. She's in
there looking at twisted shit
I'd pay NOT to see.

That's brilliant. What about panties?

That's your VIP on the way to
St Clare's, ma'am. Christie Feeney.

There's been an attempt on his life
and if them images are genuine on
Twitter,

his new face is going around
like a dose.

Tell them I want credible diversions
and conspicuous policing

at Wythenshawe and North Manchester
hospitals.

Any names surfacing for who
knifed him, yet? None, so far.

Should've gone to Spec Savers
and hit a decent artery.

Christie Feeney was a ten-year-old
from a fucked up family.

The boy served his time
and the man's paid his debts.

If you want to pretend
to believe in reform, Spike,

you belong in the church, not on
my payroll. Is that understood?

Tegan and Jonah chased a well-built
fella in a fishtail parka.

That's as much as we've got.

They're just prepping theatre.
They'll be here for you shortly.
OK, Noel?

I'm Detective Inspector Vivienne
Deering, this is Detective Constable
Spike Tanner.

Where's my wife?

She's in protective custody.
She's unharmed.

What do you want me to call you,
Noel?

Not Noel.

Do you have any idea how your new
identity was breached, Christie?

I told my wife last night.

Why would you spend ten years
growing into a new life - new face -

only to expose yourself?

Secrets make you sick.

Look where blabbing got you.

What's this? Three million quid's
worth of care and rehabilitation?
You're a silly lad.

You could have had any life
you wanted.

Not after her car accident.

Elizabeth was told she'd
never have kids.

She told me that before we
got face-to-face.

Which was fine, because I
categorically never wanted to
be a father.

In a month, we'll both be parents.

I didn't just blurt it out.

It took me 35 weeks.

She...she didn't say anything.

Nothing.

She just stood there in front of me
and texted me, "Get out."

I don't have friends to talk to.

I had nowhere else to go.

I told her I was going to stay at
the shop and when I woke up this
morning,

there was bricks coming through
the window. So, who cut you?

I didn't see a face.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Excuse me.

We've had a phone call from Mary
Hagan, witness protection,
she's flying over from Belfast

and until she gets here,
you're under my protection.

Now, if you value which ever
life you get next, Christie,

You'll do exactly as I say.

Speak to no-one else.

Understand? OK.

Ma'am...

Who's he to me? That's Christie
Feeney's uncle.

He's not my nephew, he's not
my brother's child, he's not
my mother's grandchild.

Christie Feeney is a curse to the
family of young Siobhan King,

who must be turning in her grave.

And he's still haunting my family.

This is not justice. He should never
have been released.

Honestly, I've dreamed so often
he was dead somewhere

and in the dream I offer 20 grand
in cash.

Where are we? 'Yeah, he's out of
theatre and into recovery, Ma'am.'

We've got officers on every
entrance,

no-one in or out except
vital hospital staff.

We'll move him as soon as
he knows what day it is.

Have you any idea how we're going
to shift him in one piece, ma'am?

'Given that some of these
head-the-balls think he's
a 20 grand target.'

No, Spike, not yet - and
if you have, and you obviously have,

then asking it that way round makes
you look like a total knob

for trying to make one of me.

What have you got?

Look at the messages.

That's what people think I am.

I'm curious to know why you would put

you and your baby at risk by blowing
it to the world this morning.

It's not my baby.

They won't let me abort it now.

I'll have to go through with it.

But only three or four weeks then
anyone who wants it can have it.

It's a girl, isn't it?

What did you think would happen
when you tweeted

your husband's real identity?

I didn't. Well, somebody did at 5am.

Noel told me that he told you.

Who else did he tell?

I can pull your phone records
if I have to.

This is an attempted murder
investigation.

Some kind soul tweeted
this photo of your husband.

I told my mum but...

I want a full name, address,
phone number... She's in France.

She can barely use her mobile
let alone put it on Twitter.

I had a septic abortion
when I was in Greece.

I was told
I couldn't have children...

..and then Noel showed up.

I mean, absolutely nothing,
I couldn't believe my luck.

Do you love your mother?

Do you love your father?

He couldn't have done it. He's dead.

Bits of both of them are
what make parts of you...

..and what you're carrying.

Noel?

We've been contacted by your brother.

Kevin.

He was concerned for your safety
once the news had broken.

He's a busy man
and he's made the effort.

Now, I understand that you have
not spoken in a while...

but take the olive branch,
Elizabeth.

'Yes, that is the correct postcode.'

'Are you sure? Seven Echo Lima?

Danny, you can you can
ask me seven different ways

but the answer's still yes.

If you're looking at the warehouse
then that's where he lives.

If I hadn't just done a deal on this
you'd have had nowhere to sit.

Come in.

Where's the fancy dress?
It might not pay like selling skunk

but having all red's worth
a few ounces each month.

This is hers.

All right, she's coming in.

This looks fantastic. Thanks.

Are you still getting
the morning sickness? Yeah.

She keeps wolfing down
a tube of Pringles

before the porridge and fruit.

As has to be more comfortable.

No disrespect.

None taken. It's a shithole.

Yeah, well he'll have
his own place soon.

Need to be somewhere?

I need to be here.

If we're doing swerving issues,
where's my cuddle?

THEY GIGGLE

'Alpha down to the control room,
please.'

No, fuck off.
We've got family visiting.

'Don't do that.'

Well, Dr Peep said to say,

"Clean slate. Move on."

She's keen to see you.
So, that's your rush.

OK, Cath, but we are
this close to...

You've been "this close"
since we met

and every time I go through this
shit, it doesn't just stay up here.

It all ends up somewhere down here
and I'm not having it, Dinah.

You've got to help me
change her mind, Alpha.

I can see what she means,
and it's got to be no.

You're welcome any time, but...no.

Would you let me speak to Cathy?

Why would that help?

Stop snarling,
I've done nothing wrong.

It would help because -
a) I'm not you, so,

b) I'm in the position to say things
quicker and clearer.

COMPUTER DINGS

"I'm hiding again..."

Isn't sneaking better?

Yeah, I liked "sneaking."

No, hiding carries
more vulnerability.

I'm hiding again from gym class -
spelled correctly but all one word.

We need them to think that
Patty's a clever girl

and she's from a nice family,
whose onset adolescence

isn't just frustrating her,
it's turning her against her family

because she's finding them
overprotective.

Well, that covers my ex-wife
to a T and she covered it

in three words on the divorce
papers - "I deserve better."

PHONE VIBRATES
Hello?

Hi, are you all right?

Oh, yeah.

I haven't heard from Cathy yet.

I've just come back from there
and the living conditions are...

It's nowhere near safe. She needs
a patrol car keeping an eye on her.

What are you telling me for?

I'm in no position to ask
favours of anybody.

But if you make strenuous concerns

about the welfare of your patient
to Joy,

she'll have to cover her own back
by covering Cathy's.

INTERCOM BUZZES

Wow, haven't I seen you on the telly?

Detective Inspector Deering,
Mr Feeney.

I've had the video checked
by lawyers.

I said nothing in it that I wouldn't
repeat the second I'm out of here.

And on the next one, I promise
you now, it's going up to 50.

Do you know how much it cost me

to relocate me, my sister and my
mother from Northern Ireland?

They couldn't sell their houses.
We had to leave everything.

You're doing pretty well
at the moment, though.

Your turnover has not only
consistently survived the recession,

it's outperformed all independent
competitors in the plantire field.

So goes the website - which needs
spell checking, by the way.

In your position, is it wise to draw
attention to your associations?

You already tried the opposite,
but that didn't work, did it?

What, so the bounty's just
a business protection scheme?

We've only just got our names back

and that includes 13 kids between us
if you count my ma.

We throw parties for everything,

but even three years after
he beat that girl's brains out,

the only family photo to appear
in the newspaper was Halloween.

Fucking right it was
a business protection scheme!

Strangulation. What?

He never beat her brains out
with a baseball bat.

It was death by strangulation.

So fucking what?
In a Home Office report,

a forensic psychiatrist noted
that Christy's understanding

of asphyxiation was of
a survivable sexual nature.

It was learned behaviour from
repeated assaults he had endured

at the hands of several adult male
members of his extended family.

That refers to his
fucking mother's side.

That's on file with social workers.

It's not what it says, though,
and when people go around tweeting

whatever little bits suit them...

..it becomes a very dangerous world.

Are you threatening me?

I think so.

I knew a social worker
on this case. Told me all sorts

that never went public, you wouldn't
want to hear. Believe me.

So, don't tell me, Spike.

Cabin crew, five minutes
to take off.

Doors to manual and cross check,
please.

OK, let's go.

Going OK with the new partner?

All right, I suppose.

I mean, she can get impatient.

Tell me about it.

She can be an absolute cow,
if I'm honest.

Toxic cow if you're more honest.
Yeah.

But then she sucks your dad off
in a public toilet

and that brittle exterior
just gets...wiped away.

Stuart, can I borrow you?

It was a joke.

Hands up who didn't know Tegan was
banging Stuart's Dad's brains out?

Right, we're swapping for that.

You've got first dibs
on the angry mob.

You OK with that, Christy?
You can breathe?

Just wait.
Are we all sorted downstairs?

RAUCOUS SHOUTING

Right, as we'll ever be.
OK, let's go.

Right, stay close together.

This is an Osman warning.

You're aware the clients
have been threatened

but you're declining protection.
Mm-hm. OK?

Thank you.

Hey.

Are you OK? Yeah?

Inspector, thanks.

Are we sure your home's
safe in the event of...?

I breed guard dogs.

Fair dos.

RAUCOUS SHOUTING

HE SHOUTS

THEY LAUGH

You'll have to take that off.
I can't.

Well, apparently you've had more
antibiotics than a box of burgers,

so you should be all right
for a bit.

You'll have to practise walking.

Get up and move your legs around.

Just walk up and down.

You all right?

Yeah.

Here you are, stick this on.

You OK?

It's all right, they're with us.

So...

..who attacked you?

You saw the guy?

Twat made sure I did.

Could do with a name, mate.

You know, this isn't about you.

If he's done it before, he'll do it
again, and one of the next times,

it'll be a fatality.

They always are.

If Elizabeth chooses
to come with me,

which now, I think she'll have to,

I don't want someone else's vendetta
chasing us to the end of the earth.

We've been in enough trouble
already.

I could have been anybody.
Watch the watchers.

All right, well, the front entrance
is a bit overcrowded.

Can I ask you a question?

Odds are that you've never been
able to have a passport.

How the fuck did you end up
working in a travel agent?

I mean, ain't that, like,
self-harming or something?

It was an obsession in prison.

Not at first.

I know I was ten
but I still couldn't read.

Then, once I'd learned the basics,

the only things left on the trolleys
were travel books.

But, that's all I had for 18 months.

Then when I got my first GCSE,

the staff bought me this atlas
of the world.

It was literally nearly as big
as me.

Didn't sprout up till I was 17.

I couldn't have my plastic surgery
till that happened so...

that's the place where
I stayed the longest.

They weren't allowed to write
any dedications in it.

Now, I wish they would have.

But, if they would have,

I wouldn't have been able to take it
everywhere with me,

which I have.

Come on, Sarge. Home time.

I bet you ate better than this
in solitary.

Oh, and if you want to walk
like a 30-year-old traffic cop...

pretend you beat your wife up.

Drive on the gears not the brakes.
Yes, ma'am.

She won't talk to me,
not straight away.

If you're giving us up,
you tell her.

You make sure you promise
her that this has to be said

for her benefit, not mine.

She'll listen to you
and then she'll hear me out.

Elizabeth was handed over into her
brother's care a couple of hours ago.

Like him or not,
count your blessings.

She's got someone to fall back on
until she can get to France.

We've got a date,
he's agreed to a date.

Today? He won't say
where but...I've scored.

OK, OK. Now, warn Maclaren

we're going to need warrants
for surveillance.

Tell him I'll be right over as soon
as I've delivered the precious cargo.

They've even taken the cooker,
the twats.

He's way too smart to come back here.

Unless he thought Elizabeth had.

I thought you'd used up
all your holidays?

Ma'am.

'DI Deering calling all
available officers.'

The number on the collar of the
uniform we gave him - 22047.

It's negative on that, ma'am.

We just found his epaulettes and
service jumper in the centre
of town.

You sound like you're
in Cafe Pacific.

Why don't you go wave your big fat
cock in their grandma's face?

Pipe them down.

We're in an internet cafe.

Did he use any equipment?
Well, he did,

but I'm not having him look
with his manager in data protection.

Open your blouse and try again,
Constable.

Actually, I'm not even asking.
Just pull up his pages, now!

So, come on, mate.
You and Tegan shift-swapping...

What's that all about?

Is it shagging or money?

Shagging, yeah?

Yup. It's always shagging.

Milk?

Sugar?

Cheers.

There you go. Ta.

The cafe made me a promise
they wouldn't spit in it.

"He's there this time, promise."

"If you don't want to meet,
can we skype?"

"Benchill Bowl, 8pm?"

Yes!

And I am going to jump right
on your filthy net

and wring it from the inside, matey!

No phone number yet, though?

There's been no advisable opening
to push on that.

Can we speed that up?

Can we speed up an advisable
opening? No.

Have we used a numerical two yet?

No, we've been a fairly good speller
so far.

Use one now. Like she's
getting impatient.

And excited?

No, impatient. "I can't wait to see
what you sound like."

Knock knock.

Seriously? Dressed as a police
officer.

DOOR OPENS

Sir, that was a good plan
until our precious cargo decided,

unfathomably, to flee the nest.

From inside the station?
Where were you looking?

We were under the impression that
he was grateful for the protection.

You can't even make an alert public.

Missing copper?

Who gives a shit?

Yeah, fine, Darren.

I'll willingly accept a good pasting
for this

when I've time to look humble.

Today's not the day, I'm afraid.

Handyman is on the move
and so are we.

Christy Feeney's witness
protection officer is on her way

to Shannon Airport.

Have you ever spoken to her?

Well, she makes herself
sound very high up.

Yeah, and I'm not going
to give her the bad news.

Excuse me. Right, Christy's used the
internet cafe in connection to

Find My Phone, ma'am...sir.

Presumably Elizabeth's. Going where?

We're just reopening
the search page,

but her brother's number plate
has just shown up at the NCP

right next door to the Ellis Hotel.

Locate his vehicle.
Make sure it is going nowhere.

And unless you see Christy Feeney,
do not enter the hotel.

Not till I get there.

The suspect is in the fishtail.

I'd put the whole of next week's
doughnuts on that being him.

It is. It is him and we were
this close.

Jonah's is convinced Elizabeth's
brother sliced Feeney's throat.

Well, if they've got each other's
GPS, we're in deep shit.

SIRENS WAIL

Elizabeth. You don't have to talk
to me, just listen.

Elizabeth.

Listen to you.

Elizabeth, you need to see this,
sweetheart.

Come and have a look what
your brother's good for.

Go on, then. Kevin Edmondson.

I'm arresting you for
actual bodily harm

and one count of attempted murder.

All right, pal? Get off!

Your brother's credit card was used
to buy fuel at 7:10 this morning.

17 miles from home, a mile
and a half from the travel agency.

You told your mum, she told him
and he tweeted it to the world.

Can we get a few words?
Just a quick shot? Oh.

So, press money is the only
honest ingredient to reunite

previously estranged siblings?

Check their wallets for
credentials and coke.

I've got 50 on the ratty snapper
facing possession at least.

Kevin, you were determined to get
this fella one way or another,
weren't you?

Missed the vital organ, so you sell
your sister down the river.

I don't know anything about it,
I swear. I swear!

How much is he getting out of this,
Elizabeth?

Fucking animal!

Hey, stop. Stop.

You deserve each other, that is
all you deserve. Listen! Listen!

Listen to what? What?

There's nothing to say
worth having!

Elizabeth! No.
You've got to calm down.

Calm down.

Wait! Listen to me,
you pumped up fucking closet.

I'll happily turn for the pleasure
of fucking you up the arse

before I slit your ugly
destructive throat.

You won't even know it's me.

I'll recognise your cesspit
eyes a mile off.

Yeah? Well, they weren't this colour
before and they won't be again.

Expect me!

Wait, wait.

Please just let me go and see her.
Two minutes.

Elizabeth.

It's just me.

Can I use your phone?

Just try, please?

Please? Just two minutes?

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Please, don't hang up.

You can't hang up...

..cos I'm never going to see you
again.

And this isn't for you.

I thought I hadn't slept.

Then I remember waking up

and wishing that I hadn't told you

but I don't now.

I couldn't have brought up your kid.

Cos they'd know when you're lying
and that petrified me.

Elizabeth, you can't sell your side
to the papers

because it's not just your side.

They'll drown you.

And whether you keep our baby
or not,

those clipping will haunt
her for the rest of her life.

Trust me.

PHONE RINGS

I've told the solicitor to sign all
my assets, the businesses,

everything, over to you.

All you and...

..whoever her parents
are going to be.

HE SOBS
Oh, God.

Ma'am, we have to shift it.

There's traffic coming our way,
they know we're here. Elizabeth...

Just, please, if you know where
she's going...

..just make sure that
I get some photos.

I won't make contact. I promise.

They won't let me.

Tell her to send the materials to me.

I'll make sure they see their way.

Right, bring the vehicles
round the front.

We're coming down now.

DOOR OPENS

SHE SOBS

Fuck!

If he's hedging his bets all the way,
we can't nick him. Yes, we can.

Taxi arrives at the bowling alley,
you wait for him to pay for the cab

and then dive straight in
and Taser the nonce.

Dinah, why would the man
pay for an empty cab?

The fact is, we need
a lovely bit of syndrome bait.

And you understand
what this entails, Olivia?

She means you know
what's involved, Olivia.

What they're asking you to do.

Obviously.

We all want him caught.

She volunteered
before I could ask her.

Olivia says she's sure if we're sure.

She doesn't look scared,
which worries me for starters.

Also reckon she'll do it
with or without us.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to send you out -
there's still time -

with £100, to buy
whatever clothes you like.

Give you a little bit
more confidence.

Plus, I'm having to
pull the plug on this shift,

and if I'm driving her about...

Spend £100 each.

PHONE BEEPS

'Hi, Dad.' 'Hi, Daddy.'

'What's the password for Netflix?'

I love you.
BOTH: 'I love you!'

No, say it separately.
'I love you.' 'I love you.'

Erm, it's going to be
a bit of a long one, girls.

But I'll kiss you both night-night
when I get in, OK?

BOTH: 'OK!'

All right.
Break the bad news to your mum.

Tell her I'll call her
in half an hour.

BOTH: 'OK!'

I love you both.
'Night-night.' 'Night-night!'

OK.

Night-night.

Now, we obviously don't know
what this guy looks like,

so Patrick Llewellyn's description
is all we've got to go on.

This is the man that singled out
Lucy Cooke right before she died.

Everyone has a copy?

There'll be a standard
quarter-mile radius around the alley.

Officers will be positioned
as customers and car-park attendants,

every inch covered
by HD surveillance.

Now, we don't know this guy,
but we know he's smart.

So what's the golden rule, people?

Who's watching the watchers?

Olivia's safety is paramount.

She'll be no more than ten feet away
from an officer at any one time.

Handyman won't get any closer to you
than what I am now.

If he does, I'll twat him.
SLIGHT LAUGHTER

Well done.
You were nearly me in there.

Now, if you'd wanted to be 100%,
you would have been asking

where the rest of
your soldiers are. Stuart. Taz.

Why am I still hearing
we're two officers down?

Joy.

Erm... Er, I stationed
PC Ahmed and O'Connell

outside a furniture-storage
facility in Ancoats.

Sir, it was at my request.

To cover Cathy.

She's living there.

Call them in.

Now.

You were told to tell me about
any changes affecting this case.

Whose decision was it not to?

ENGINE STARTS

SIREN WAILS

All right, watch and learn.

I will do.

Screen three. Solo male at the bar.

Yeah, we're on him, Ma'am.

Olivia's arrival in one...

You all right, guys?
What size can I get you?

Just a seven and a ten, please.
OK, sure.

Well, sending her to Fat Camp
backfired on you.

Looking very "teamwork" to me.

Yes! Whoa!

Cheers.

Here we go. Solo man by the bar
is on the move.

'Everyone prepared.

'Stuart, hold back. Don't spook him.'

And that's an arrival on Olivia.

OK.

How you feeling? I'm ready.

Good.

OK.

Stand on your marks. Solo man
going outside. Repeat, outside.

Nothing happens unless
he approaches the taxi.

'Sit tight.'

Stand by. Yeah, he's clocked her.

No, it's a false alarm.

'Stand down.' Right.
Relax, relax. Everybody stand down.

So. That's that, then.

What's Dr Peep's
expert guidance on this now?

Well, any number of reasons
could have held him up.

OLIVIA: 'Why are we
waiting out here?'

If she's going in, I'm taking her.

With all due respect, Mr Bacon,

you got yourself far too pissed
on the shopping spree

to help anybody out.
So sit down and shut up.

And give me your car keys.

'No, wait, wait! No!'

Shit. She's mobile.
'Well, go after her!'

'I thought you said minimum fuss?
Do you want fuss or not?'

Cos my instincts are telling me
to get the fuck out of here

'before I wreck everything. Sarge?

'Do you want fuss or not?'

CLATTERING

Shadow the man in
the rainproof jacket.

Excuse me.

'Are you with anyone? 'This was £24'

on sale.

Are you with anyone?

Do you know this man?
No. Well... Hey!

I was only trying to ascertain...

'Well, fuck off and
ascertain that way.

'Can somebody get
this gimp's picture

'and stick it on the door?'

Are the rest of yous right in the
head? Why is this girl on her own?

Don't yous read the papers?
Oh, no, that's right -

you're too busy shelling out
membership cards to nonces.

Look at him! Is it any wonder
the car park's always full?

It's all right. You and all!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

You wait 40 years
to witness public morality,

and it has to be this mad bitch.

Abort. Abort.

THUDDING

Alpha?

It's not funny.

I'm not laughing.

Alpha?

SHE SCREAMS

KNIFE CLATTERS ON GROUND

HE GRUNTS

SHE SCREAMS

GRUNTING

HE GROANS

HE SCREAMS

HE YELLS IN PAIN

Never mind me. What about
that poor girl's parents?

Eh? Just get in.
PHONE BEEPS

Cathy? We need an amb...

We need an ambulance. He's dying!
SHE CRIES

Are you hurt, Cathy? Yeah. Is Alpha?

Really badly.

All right. Are you where I left you?
He's dying. He needs me.

No, no, no, no. Cathy, answer me.
Are you where I last saw you?

Is Alpha with you?

Dinah! Dinah! He's here!

He's still here! We've been had.

He's on foot. I want a chopper,
I want dogs, and I want them now.

Shit!

Intercept vehicle at junction
of Mill Road and Albert Drive.

That fucking cat...
What cat? On his arm.

We are that close. Calm,
methodical, Sunday fucking best.

Here you are.
Two of Manchester's finest.

It's just I've wanted to put him

in my Sticker Book
of Bastards for years.

He looks after me.
He treats you like a dog.

Oh, my God.

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