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In position.

Echo Tango One. Where's the package?

'Roads clear. ma'am, just
approaching a mile out.'

Hear that, gang. We're losing time
for photography.

If a face is familiar,

'move on, we want to know who
the newcomers are.'

'People like this can bring out all
the top brass from the arse end of
the universe.'

I want to know who Nora Attah knows
these days.

Ma'am, you've got a dry cleaning
label hanging out of the back of
your dress.

'You haven't?'

When was the last time yours was
cleaned?

You have been missed, ma'am.

Eyes on Manni Attah, ma'am.

At seven o'clock with people
probably worth knowing.

Not screaming volatile to me.

I like her top, though.
No, YOUR seven o'clock.

'He's talking to the crematorium
owners.'

He's changed a bit since we last set
eyes on him.

Joy, are you getting this?

Joy, focus.

Yep, really focused, ma'am.

All clear as a bell and being
processed.

'Ma'am, package has arrived.'

Upjohn.

What sort of way is this, to show up
at my son's funeral?

I shouldn't be greeted by you.

Your ex-wife's car's on its way
as we speak.

You think so?

My mother is not moving until she's
spoken to you.

My condolences, Norah.

My son is a civilian.

Did I gate-crash your husband's
funeral?

No. But I appreciated the flowers.

And with respect, I didn't have
a convicted murderer

on the guest list.

Your husband.
Ex-husband, he invited himself.

A flight risk nevertheless.

So a police presence is
non-negotiable.

I'm here to make sure that today
belongs to your boy.

Understood? One favour to ask.

I'm not having uniforms in my
Herbie's chapel.

No deal, Norah, your ex is not
coming out of handcuffs today.

You and me weigh more.

Jammy bitch, she's getting us in
the chapel.

That's not tea.
Er, no. So, shift it.

We're in.

I need slower sweeps, ma'am, get
the whole congregation in.

Yes, beautiful ma'am.

Get us a look at the other
front row.

Relax. Somebody is bound to be
videoing this. I'll send you a copy.

SINGING STARTS: Amazing Grace

# Amazing grace

# How sweet the sound

# That saved a wretch like me

# And I was once was lost

# But now am found

# Was blind... #

EXPLOSION

Ma'am!

Ma'am, you all right? Forget it.

Dinah's got the key.

Dinah, the key!

Dead to us...

SNAP

Dinah! Key...

Holy fuck!

What have they done to him?

We've got to go. Let's get out.
Herbie! Where's my son?

Get off me! Where's my son?

Get her out.

Herbie!

Where's my son?

Where's my son?

What was that? Herbie!

Get her into the van. No, no, no,
we've got our own transport.

She's in shock, you're bleeding and
we all need out of here. Herbie!

Be safer than anywhere.

Oi!

It's, the crem owners,
they shouldn't be legging it, not
with box files.

Oi, stop now.

Ma'am, you OK?
Yeah, yeah. Well, I will be,

when Miller tells me what the hell
happened here?

Mrs Attah, we need to go now.

Can you two please get into the van.

It's for your own protection.

Tell her to quit shouting, Viv.

Or I'll tape her mouth up.

Don't you dare threaten me.
Don't you dare point at me, girl.

Don't you Viv me. Inspector.

Was that a bomb? Oh, grow up, bomb?

Smelled like a bomb.

We're all praying that was a
gas explosion.

Well, I'd put your mats away, that
was a big fat wanking bomb, Viv.

With bells on. The bomb squad
haven't had time...

Yeah, well, the bomb squad haven't
actually turned up yet.

And I don't need their data to tell
me what is blindingly obvious to

insiders. If you are in a manic
phase, I'm not in the mood.

Oh, boom-boom. I'm not the bipolar
bear you remember, ma'am.

Yeah, one could easily forget...

Oh, this is nice, wasn't it?

Yes, well, I've just double-checked
the footage from the relay and based

on the usual 30 years of passion
books, conferences, exams and
empirical hands on,

the depth and velocity of the plume
and the colour of the smoke

tell me it was a bomb.

So get your good wellies out,
we've shit on the way, ma'am.

I've missed working with you,
welcome home.

That was Lickberg.

I lied, I told her you're tied up
with Norah.

I'm counselling. She needs taking
out for a pint as a matter of
urgency.

Don't even go there.

She a 12-stepper?

Actually, knowing her, she'll be 13.

Look, just don't invite her out
for drinks, we tried.

She stares at you like you've just
gone for her knickers.

Ma'am.

Norah's upstairs getting showered

and Manni's reluctantly giving us
a witness statement.

How much experience do you have of
Norah Attah?

I testified against Norah in
the 2012 trial.

After the not guilty, she sent me a
court artist sketch with me in the

witness box.

All the witnesses got one.

You? She's the only person I ever
heard me dad call the C-word.

And that was way before.

I meant professionally on repeatable
record.

Dad was on morphine at the time.

I've called a press conference.

I'm announcing it was a Victorian
gas main.

Oh, erm, you'll have to give me
an hour,

just to sort me head out and stick
a face back on.

Viv, in all honesty, this can't be
the first week back that you

visualised. Why don't you go home
and when this blows over...

Surviving the day this far.

It would be rude not to see it
through, ma'am.

But thanks.

You're getting a lifetime
achievement award.

Outstanding achievement.

And not for going home and
lying down.

OK, Inspector. We're going to be
asked internally whether we should
have seen this coming.

Oh, if Norah didn't see it coming,
how the hell could we?
And she didn't.

Her security at the crem was
scraggy.

Until this blows over,
that is not how Norah works,

she'd spark a riot just to find time
to think and rattle your troops.

We really don't want that, ma'am.

So if it wasn't a hit, are we
thinking warning?

Nobody uses a bomb that big to say
boo, Christine.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

Barely repairable. I know.

She needs your insurance company
believing that.

Manni Attah wants his mum.

Is it right we're saying gas
explosion, then?

With a blast that size, there's
always busted gas mains so it's
never a lie.

You OK? No, Dinah.

"It's your first week back, Viv."

"Stay home 'til it blows over, Viv."

I've been stuck at home, dressed
like a sack of shit,

having to pretend that I'm
heartbroken.

I've had to sell my house.

Cos people needed me looking like a
wreck who couldn't spend another
minute where her husband died.

Which you're supposed to.

Fine!

But this is getting beyond a joke,
Dinah.

If you've lied through your teeth
about being gutted,

don't blame the boss for swallowing
that.

I am the boss.

What were the circumstances of
Herbie Attah's death?

I've just sent down for the
coroner's report.

Ma'am.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

This is a health and safety
question.

How do you think she's coping?

BOTH: Very well.
Considering.

We don't want her to burn out in her
first week, so keep an eye on her,

yeah? Yes, ma'am.

We're not letting anyone into the
crem until we find out what's in
the sandbags packing the coffin.

Yeah, we're not interested in the
chapel.

If there's any secondaries we're
safer at the first ground zero where

all the best bits of the bomb
will be.

Bomb? What, we know that?

Fucking right.

Yeah, but the bomb squad don't
like me

so try charming the gayest looking
ones first.

Do your dick on a stick for us.

We need access to as many fragments
as possible.

You all right? Oh, can't just be
happy, has to be manic?

No, it's just why walking onto
a bombsite makes anybody happy?

Right, nobody opens this without
wearing these.

Right, Norah, I'm going to talk to
you like a grown-up.

What if that was no gas main,
butler?

When I say we're on the same side,

that means you pointedly stay on
mine within the law,

or I'll come down on you like
a tonne of bricks.

You've taken over no-one's turf
at all?

That you can think of?
You've offended no-one?

Well, maybe that's where we start.

Norah's wilting, hit the menopause,
time to move on.

I'm going home.

The bomb squad's currently
surrounding your house.

But be my guest, Mrs Attah.

Go and try opening your own
front door first.

Mad bitch.

Get after her, don't let her leave
the building.

If she ends up in the same room as
her lad, do not leave their sight.

Just me? Obviously not. Gavin.

Only cos I want to see your arse.

That stops right now.

PHONE RINGS

Miller? You ready for this?

Guess how many bodies we counted?

I thought I was attached to the
only fatality.

Yeah, well, when we started digging
round in the crater,

we were thinking massacre cos
there's more arms and legs than a
West End show.

But this lot aren't bomb victims,

these bodies were already dead and
buried.

Buried, in a crematorium?

Yeah, some more recently than
others.

And, we found Herbie Attah.

I'm on my way. Excellent, ma'am,

but they all smell alike,
so if you're coming down,
bring your Vicks, fucking reeks.

Mr Cornick, would you mind
explaining why we discovered

20 bodies in a ten-foot burial pit,

including Herbie Attah's,
right behind your crematorium?

Mum signs the agreements.

I manage the business.

I'm not even on the deeds yet.

Yeah, well ask the seedy little shit
whether or not I gave him the money

to gas the flamers, which he then
blew on those prostitutes,

again and again and again.

Tell her to take her selective
cataracts out and face some facts.

The gas bills are hers.

Read the contract.

And don't be thinking just
prostitutes.

No, these were real
specimens.

Fatter than I can describe.

The size of him beneath those girls.

I mean, how much more ridiculous
could anybody want to look?

I did not take part in the disposal
of Herbie Attah's body.

I want Nora Attah to know that
this would never have happened

on my watch.

OK.

Right, so the story so far, yeah.

When the crem owners couldn't pay
the gas bills to fire up the

incinerators, they started burying
bodies in the garden of the crem.

And the cherry on top of their
Hieronymus botch job...

I thank you...

Herbie Attah.

So how's Herbie even recognisable
if the rest of him's dog food?

Eh? Oh, yeah - sorry.

How can that belong to that?

Well, it's the same with bomb vests
or anything pyrotechnically chesty,

the shock wave expels the head

diametrically opposite
at the speed of,

fuck, I used to know this.

Anyway, if you look at the
intercostal muscles, see,

hanging off the ribs, it suggests

the bomb was planted in his torso
before he was buried.

What's she doing here? Going to
offer me a Parker pen?

Did she mention me?
Er, no, actually.

So, make no bones about it,

this morning's attack was a
monstrous attempt at mass homicide.

They desecrated Herbie Attah's body

with a bomb intended
to go off inside the chapel.

If it hadn't been for junior
and senior Cornicks' debt

and depravity, Nora Attah
would've been blown to kingdom come.

As would I. In reverse order.

So the question we're asking is,
which of this lot...

The Irish, the Turks, the Poles -
who's thick enough, brave enough,

to take on Nora Attah?

No way was it the Poles or Turks.

They prioritise petrol stations
round the airport to scrap over.

Hey, has Miller found anything yet
connecting the bomb with the Irish?

That's a racial slur because the
bomb went off outside the chapel.

I'm reporting you. Yeah,

but I know what Spike's thinking
and he's not the only one.

Realistically, aren't Earl Kennedy's
family the only ones capable of

pulling something like this off?

FYI, Peter Kay,
I was born in County Kildare.

Actually, Earl Kennedy's got
polycystic kidney disease.

He is in and out of St Margaret's
five times a week.

This was taken just ten days ago.

Where are these images from?

This isn't authorised surveillance.

Oh, these are voluntary submissions,
ma'am, from members of the public,

people who are scared. Anonymous,
in the main,

aside from a few sending errors.

Well, that's fine as long as we're
not being spoon-fed

misinformation. A very good point.

As a rule, but in this case,
the information is bang on.

Earl Kennedy is on his way out.

Paving the way for son and heir,

Jackie Kennedy. He's notoriously
anti-Attah.

And after Nora got her husband sent
down and took over his business,

Jackie Kennedy told her that she'd
never survive without his help.

But in fact, she tripled
her turnover.

Where is Jackie? Oh, yeah, ma'am,

one of the Kennedy snitches was with
Jackie all morning playing pool.

When the news of the gas explosion
broke and that Nora survived,

Jackie went white as a sheet.

Check airports, credit cards.
Oh, lest we forget, racecourses.

Ma'am. Herbie Attah's
coroner's report.

And Nora's still asking
where the body is.

What do I tell her?
Don't kick off -

your son's not much more
than a smoothie.

Gav.

Has anyone else seen this?

No.

Keep it that way.

And tell Nora I'll be escorting
her home. Yes, ma'am.

Did I say bring a circus?

Oh, we could have dressed him up as
UBS or Parcelforce,

but I presumed
you wouldn't want folk

thinking you were having
to resort to eBay.

They meant it to go off in the
coffin during the funeral.

It would've killed you, me, Manni
and your VIPs.

Instead it was where?

It was with Herbie, in the ground.

I know how Herbie died.

Hadn't he try to take his own life
before? It was an accident.

Twice?
But now I know it wasn't.

They got to him first.

They killed him to get us all in
one place, take is out in one go.

So convenient.
I know my son was murdered.

Nora, for heaven's sake.

Why aren't you thinking like me?

There was no sign of foul play
in that report.

Herbie had stopped taking his meds.

He'd stopped attending his paid-for
psychiatric appointments.

I'm going to land you slap.

And you're going to get one right
back. Now calm down.

I beg you,

don't go to sleep pretending
that you believe that was murder.

Herbie went to a very lonely place
to do what he did with that rope.

And he told you himself,
he did it to make you stop.

I read his note.

All he had to do was ask.

In person.

He tells me now in a note.

Where was my chance?

That was not fair.

He did ask.

Mum wants me to move back in.

I just...

Looks like the last thing you need.

I didn't have a chance to say how
sorry I was for your dad.

Nobody has.

Think on.

Anything you need, anything
I can do, we want the same thing.

Day or night -
I never don't ring back.

Manni, Manni!

PHONE RINGS

Ma'am, talk to me.

Jackie Kennedy's plates have just
been spotted heading in your
direction,

two cars. How far away?

SQUEAL OF TYRES

Too late, they're here.

Two miles behind you.

Authorising use of firearms
if you need to call it.

Nora.

Mrs Attah.

Inspector.
I heard about Herbie's funeral.

My family is devastated, that was
a heinous thing to have happen.

And we thought these might
do something to help.

Don't flowers arrive
before the service?

Be assured my family and friends
are at your disposal.

To, excuse me, string up the fuckers
that had a go at you.

Oh, fellas, that is my job, and it
will be done on behalf
of the public.

It's in all of our interest to
cooperate. Dad would want that.

I couldn't agree more.

And I know that Herbie
was a big fan of red.

I wanted that to matter.

It matters.

A lot.

SIRENS APPROACH

Inspector. Inspector.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Lickberg

and this is a warrant to search your
premises

for bomb-making paraphernalia.
You're making a big mistake, chief.

NORA: Tell the boys
I need them all inside.

Echo 22969 to control.

I'm outside Jonno's Irish pub.

This can't not kick off.

It's making my skin prick.

You need to stick your chest out
and start patting down,

we need to look like
we're here aggressively.

Yes, ma'am.

PHONE RINGS

Dinah. Ma'am. Earl Kennedy is back
in business.

You're fucking kidding.

Don't...don't dial, ma'am,

Weather's about to change.

Dinah, I'm putting you on speaker.

Earl was matched to a donor
last night,

had a kidney transplant
this morning.

'They wouldn't let me anywhere near
to hear about recovery,'

but nurses say, if the kidney takes,

he can have another ten years
on the clock.

I'll meet you in the hospital
in 20 minutes.

Are you not there already?

I need to make a house call.

We could all do.
Somebody's looking out for him,
they're looking out for us.

I thought Nora had made her mind up
and there was no changing it.

Not by me, but by Earl Kennedy.

Earl Kennedy on our side is worth
a battalion of cops on the street.

Hiya.

Oh, wow!

You've got it papered. I love it.

I didn't get it papered

and I also did two ceilings and half
the toilet wall with this spares.

You can come and do mine. Honestly,
you could not pay me enough.

Cathy, listen,
I'm sorry about Alf.

I can't imagine what it must be like
being on your own with a baby.

Er, neither can she.

Two vaccinations,
she never made a peep.

So I thought why don't we
get her ears pierced?

You did not!

Donna, that is it! You're packing
your bags, and I mean it this time.

Even I know to wait
till it starts school.

I'm starving, she needs changing.

I'll put kettle on,
but someone else is putting bags in.

Cathy, this isn't a social visit.

We don't think you're safe
staying around here.

And I love her saying pack your
bags, and I mean it this time.

Every time I find a decent flat,
she talks me out of it.

Anyone stolen the sugar?
Come here.

Safe from what?

Well, we can't go into detail,
but there's been an attack

on a local gang family
and we're expecting repercussions.

They're on about the Attahs.

Who's behind that then? None of your
business, and it's not the point.

You're right in the firing line
if anything kicks off.

I'm saying I think you're safer
moving back into mine

until it all blows over, or we need
to make other decisions.

You know,
if you're all happy in the one room,

you're more than welcome, Donna.

Or she could just move in with me
if she'd ever let me rent anywhere.

The point is though,
if you had to dive into solitary

every time it kick off round here,
you'd have her dizzy.

Yeah, well, they've upped
their game on kicking off -

explosives were used.

You didn't hear that from us.
Fuck me.

Dolores Mavis May Kornick,
Gerrard Ethan Kornick,

you are hereby charged with the
indecent disposal of human remains,

contrary to common law...

No, we won't make indecent
disposal of human remains stick

in a month of Sundays, sweetheart.

Oi! Who's interrogating who?
Indecents are variable anyway.

But you've only to bury a body
under six inches

for it to count as a proper burial.

And we never use less than two feet.
Mum! So we walk out the courtroom.

Well, I'm too scared to do that.

But he hasn't the guts
to stare himself in the face,

never mind Nora Attah.

You'd have more luck getting us
on the trade descriptions act.

But if you've any mercy
for us at all,

you'll find another claimant
than Nora Attah.

So, if we identify another body,

Nora Attah doesn't have
a personal say in the sentencing.

Wow, you've been doing your
homework, Missus. No option.

Right, for their sake, we need to
find another claimant. Today?

Joy, are you joking?

Like we've got time to run round
skivvying after them?

I don't want to be stood here
in three weeks

when they both
have their throats slit, do you?

Well, to be honest, I wouldn't mind.

Miller, is there anything
to give us Jacky Kennedy?

Right, however cooked this device
used gold, not copper,

and we all know what that means.

No, no, Miller we're not all on
your bandwidth today, mate.

Look, just keep your head tidy
for me, yeah?

Jeez Louise. What, tidy?

Yeah. For you?

Yeah.

What, the over-informed
single parent who lost her job

to a self-tampering Presbyterian?

So, you've the most opinions
on anything and everything

and every fucking body, have you?
Have you?

What if I have?
Look, just yes or no.

Yes, well, bits are looking
a bit on Arndale, fine,

but that only narrows it down
to the Irish Sea.

Bomb was triggered by a mobile
phone, so all we do is

Snowden the incoming calls
to the nearest mast,

being the actual crucifix
on the crem.

The moment it went off,
see who pressed boom. How long?

Yeah, well, the Home Office need
to sign off on it,

so have you ordered your tree yet?

Cheeky...! Miller, it's vital we
get the fingerprints from the bomb.

Am I the boy in the fucking bubble
or what?

There's no Irish dabs
on that shrapnel.

No, not the fingerprints
from the bomb,

the fingerprints from the fingers
of the bodies in the bomb.

What you want to swim
around that shit for?

We need one ID
to save the crem owners from,

well, cremation probably.

20 bodies, all Mancs, one of them
is bound to have a record.

Yeah, bound to. Well,
all the fingers are over there

in hamper number two.

I can show you what you need to do,
but we're struggling as it is,

so... OK.

It's just saline you're injecting

to swell the outer layers
into readable tissue samples.

Whoa! No, no, not OK.

You want us to ID the fingers
ourselves?

No, Joy. Er, Sarge...
No fucking way, Sarge.

This is why I never joined
the Army.

Get that lot to do it.

It all makes perfect sense.

Jacky finds out Herbie's dead,

knows his own dad's flaking
imminently,

stuffs a bomb in Herbie's coat,
it only sounds stupid once it

didn't work and you didn't count on
the his old man pulling through.

But who - and fair do's to Jacky -

who could have seen
the Kornicks coming?

Why did I think it would stink
of piss and bananas?

I've heard he's talking. Yes. Any
visitors since I was last here? No.

No phone traffic in or out? No.

We're obliged to keep Jacky under
protection. From Nora Attah.

Well, you just handed that mad bitch
a thousand nails

to put in my son's coffin.

All the press can confirm is
that we're sweeping for firearms,

which is standard practice
in turf-related negotiations.

And thanks to Jacky's performance,

Nora is convinced that
she is looking a total mug.

Jacky paid his respects, for God's
sake. Didn't put a foot wrong.

Oh, name single other time
when he didn't.

I want Jacky brought here right now.

What, today?

Oh, Earl, are you fit enough

for the prospect of him
telling you a barefaced lie?

It looks like a dick after
a night out on E's, yeah, but watch.

I can only show you how to do it
if you're watching me.

Right, if you put too much saline
in, it's just going to pop.

But if we put just enough in and...

now it looks like every other dick
after a single jump.

Got one.

Right, can somebody drop everything
to get this one checked, please?

Wait your turn.

Number 21. There's one here
with a shovel in his head.

Today, Nora has every right to rip
the world apart, yet she hasn't.

We're thinking it's cos of
some suicide note.

Herbie suggested,
in his own writing, God bless him,

that he took his life
to pay for her sins.

If Nora kicks back with bloodshed,

then she'll be dancing
all over his grave.

That's a tenuous presumption
to base a plan of action on.

That's the reason
nothing's happened yet.

But I do know Nora better than most,

and if we don't take
full advantage of her grief,

things won't stay quiet for long.

Earl Kennedy is alive
and recovering well upstairs.

We can't afford to move him out. I'm
suggesting we bring Nora to see him.

Absolutely not. So she can blame him
to his poorly face?

No, she's already blaming Jacky,

but if she can see for herself
what Earl's been parked,

she'll know he couldn't have
had any part in it.

That won't just make it go away.

No, but she'll have someone senior
to negotiate with.

At whose cost? She'll need to
come out of it smelling of roses.

That'll make two of you.

You're admitting to
disposal of how many bodies?

I supervised seven.

Me...about 13?

Well, 13.

For the tape, you're taking
full responsibility?

Yes. Yes.

Deceptively disposed of.

Yes. Yes.

How long until we're shifted
to witness protection?

Sergeant Freers is
entering the room.

Right, Dolores Mavis May Kornick
and Gerrard Ethan Kornick.

I am jointly charging you
on suspicion of murdering

your husband and your father,

Ethan Stanley Brunswick Kornick,

at an unspecified time, but I
told forensics to work backwards

from your last defaulted gas bill.

No, he ran away with all the money.

He ran away, didn't he?

Not with a shovel in his head,
he didn't.

He didn't write that last letter
to me, did he? No...

You spent the money and the rest
on them...on you again.

Don't be adding two more years
to your time, Dolores.

HE SOBS

Come on, get that down you.
I've no appetite.

You need the carbs, you're in shock.

You're still shaking.

That'll be the faith in my own
judgment running down my legs.

Nora, thank you.

Good of you to come
under the circumstances.

Hello, Ern, I didn't know
you two were so close.

What happened to you today
was sacrilege.

I don't know what your plan is...
Your son tried to take us all out.

Nora, we don't know... Shut up!

This is not your business.

I think you're giving my son
far too much credit.

Just after the bomb, three cars,
known associates of your son,

were seen heading for London.

They only turned around
and came back

when they saw
your transplant had been green lit.

Herbie's funeral, Earl,
was your son.

I saw it in his eyes, so did she.

You harm one hair on Jacky's head

and karma will come at your other
kid like a fuckin' freight train.

Then get well soon.

If there was no deal to be done,
you wouldn't have come this far.

And you only heard me out because of
your son's dying wish.

For peace.

Go and define your peace.

None of this was sanctioned
by anybody I could identify.

Words again, Earl.

All right.

Here's some numbers.

From Mercer Street
down to Bannick Lane...

I'll hand over to you,
on one condition.

You leave my son to his own devices.

Yeah? Down to the docks,
including assets.

Assets? What assets?

There's 40 girls there. You see,
I would have called them women.

It wouldn't work for you. As long
as they're not working for you,

I don't care. They can rot.

With language like that,
you'll rot before they do, Nora.

Earl, make a deal.

MONITOR BLEEPS FASTER

Save your paddles.
These are positive beeps.

He's having a good think
about his future.

Deal.

D'you reckon she got what
she came for? You tell me.

She's more faces than
a town hall clock.

Hey, who's that?
Him, the little shit.

Tintin! Send him in.

He can stay.

It's you, nobody in or out, yeah?

You will not be coming back
to the house.

You have somewhere better to be now.

Your award.

The awards ceremony
is taken care of.

Nora...

I've heard nothing from you
that follows through on promises.

Manny, get on the phones.

It was a gas main.

Stand down your protection team.

They will not be there
when I get home.

I'm first to admit that
behind every great woman

there has to be a man saying yes.

But not tonight.

SCATTERED WHOOPS

Now, I've seen first-hand what
strength, dedication, vitality

this officer brings to her job.

Course, you know what's going to
happen now. What?

Chicken Licken Lickberg,

she's going to want her name
all over those proceedings.

Well, no thank you, ma'am.

Success though it was. You said you
were going to wash your hands of it.

Oh! Stop, stop!

Turn back! Do a U-ey!
I've left the shoes!

You said you were putting them on
so you wouldn't forget them!

Oh.

Now she doesn't know this,
and nor did I till today,

but applications to her unit are
five times higher than average,

naming her as their main reason
for transfer.

Amongst the outstanding,
she is truly outstanding.

If you get us to the gig, son,
I'll sign you off early.

Please put your hands together for
Inspector Vivienne Deering.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Oh, shit!

Oi! I'm being chucked about
like a bag of washing!

You stuck at 40 for her!

You're not the first, love.
We'll work it out when we get there.

Foot down. Make up for lost time.

But predictably,
Viv's out keeping the peace.

So to collect the award is her most
recently appointed protege,

so ladies and gentlemen, please
put your next hands together

for Sergeant Joy Freers.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

Go on, Joy!

Um... Better late than never.

WHOOPING

After the day we've had,
you'll forgive me.

Always a gentleman.

Thank you.

At least she got name-checked.

What is the female for Spartacus?
I'm Spartacus!

So that's how she does it.
Plays one of the lads.

Yeah. And very well, actually.

I could listen to that on a loop
forever.

Total opposite of the point of
promoting women, no?

Thank you. Thank you.

I'll probably get letters saying
that this is a mercy trophy

after the death of my husband
or a consolation prize

for the fact that
we haven't found his killer.

Yet.

But the Taliban were the only mob
not claiming responsibility!

So the best of luck to all of us
for that result.

But I can genuinely only acknowledge
this award...

..on behalf of a team.

They call me team leader.

But they teach me an awful lot.

Thanks to DCI Lickberg
for her kind thoughts.

Had they not knocked 12.5%
off our budgets,

I might have believed
a word she said.

But let them hear this.

They'll regret making me inventive.

Tell my enemies...

..they'll wish I weren't coming.

So what do you reckon? Shit hole.

Very nice. Compact and bijou.

Ooh.

Where's the wine?
Your fridge is locked.

Who has a lock on the fridge
when they live on their own?

I've still got builders
on a nearly three-day week.

Hey, Viv, I nearly daren't ask,

but why's he in the bin?!

Come on, we'd all shag him.

Now, don't get so picky that
we end up having to draw straws.

It tells you to get a grip
on what's credible, you know.

For your information, I couldn't
wait to get my hands on him.

But...he climbed out of the cab
with a voice like Mrs Merton.

LAUGHTER

Two hours of that? Oh.

He likes to dance
both on and off the floor.

Give over.

Oh! Oh! I'm having him.

Carrying on as if nothing's
happened is one thing,

but she was charging up and down
that stage like Susan Boyle!

And what's that "they'll regret
making me inventive"

supposed to mean?

Joy.

I said you've only ever to ask,

but this is the last time
I'm offering.

Do you want to know
what actually happened?

Let's get on.

Right, share that around.
Will do, ma'am.

Right, guys, got cheese
and biscuits - who wants it?

Ma'am...listen, um...

Something trickled down to me today
that I wish I'd never heard

and...I know what'll happen,

I'll get drunk and I'll say it
all wrong and in a temper,

so...it's best now.

I know what happened
with Laurie's murder.

It's been filed
past the yellow line, hasn't it?

My nephew, he works in
the records office, ma'am.

The case for Laurie's murder's been
relegated beyond the yellow line

and everything beyond the yellow
line has been filed under NAB.

No active budget.

So I'm told.

Don't blame the lad, you know -
he's just as gutted,

and technically, it's trickled up,
so, you know...

Is that true?
They're cold-casing it?

Are the CPS for fucking real?!

Oh, they so are, Spike.

Ladies, I...

But it's with my full consent.

After 13 months, 110 men,
three forces chasing tails,

it's unaffordable by any stretch.

I was going to tell you all
on Friday.

All the disciplines are agreed.

The death of my husband

wasn't part of somebody's big plan,

it... It was just a...

Just a big day for
a shitty little nobody.

Look at my face.

I'll never let this case go.

What if it were better for me
if you did, Spike?

We're 200% with you.

Aren't we?

You say you want closure,
we're...200%.

Hey, you need to move on.

I need to get drunk, Spike.

Sorted, eh?

I'll take the wine.

Got the drink!

To teamwork.

Hey, how's the party going?
What am I missing?

Miller's self-medicating.

We've only just seen a proper drink,
so still early doors.

I requested a shift change.
You said about half an hour?

Right. Well, I'll find us
a cubbyhole for a quick jump

when you get here, then. You're on.

Oi! Idiot! Oi! Stop!

Oi!

What the hell?

HE SHOUTS

ATTACKER SHOUTS

STABBING

Kim Garvey. 22 February 2002,
so that's Pisces.

Earl, hang in there, mate.
Yeah, you can make it through this.

Shut the fuck up!

Echo-2-6-5-1-1.

Earl Kennedy's been stabbed,
need a forensics unit.

Big smile. Need a...

We need some help!

HUBBUB

We all in? Where's Viv?

Viv!

Come on, Viv! Come on, ma'am.
Come on, take it.

Viv!

PHONE ALERT

PHONE ALERTS

I don't use kids.

You used one to kill Earl Kennedy.

Inspector, this is a complete...
Shitstorm?

Let me go back to the case. Why?
So you can jeopardise it even more?

Shift!

If she doesn't let me put this
down to bed

we're going to be partying like it's
the Salford riots all over again.

That black bitch's head is going to
roll right down the alley

for what she did to my da.

Got family trapped, second floor.
Do not go near that building.

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