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DI Major, DI Carver.

Fill us in.

- Victim is male, mid-30s.

Probable cause of death:

multiple blows to the
head with a heavy vase.

- Witnesses?

- Body was found by the
cleaner, she's got a key.

No sign of the victim's wife.

- This is it, Roy, we're back.

- Well done, mate.

You've earnt it.

- Murder, or maybe even
double murder, touch wood.

- No, best not touch anything.

- Could be organised crime,
serial killer, who knows?

- Maybe we should
try and find out.

Know,
what with that being our job.

- Oh, we will, mate.

We're the best.

Yeah.

Ooh.

- There's your weapon.

Cash and jewellery untouched,

along with the
victim's passport.

The wife's passport is missing.

- Gets better, this
could be international.

- Why are you in
such a good mood?

Can't just be the brutal murder.

- Look, I was saving
this news for later,

but I've moved
back in with Kelly.

- What?

- This pattern of blood
spatter is consistent

with a sustained--
- Can you shut up a minute?

You've moved back in?

- Well, early days,
I'm in the spare room,

and we're trying to get some
kind of routine back, you know?

- That's a bit full-on, innit?

- Oh, the marriage is
at a crossroads, Roy.

We have to turn one
way or the other,

we can't just carry on.

- That's a T-junction.
- Is it?

- Sir, before the blood dries,

I think we should have a look--

What about the
other fella she's been seeing?

- Okay, we talked about that,
it's over.

- Well,
you don't know whether or not

Kelly's still got feelings
for this other fella.

- I know you're trying
to protect me, Roy,

but I'm doing this
with my eyes open.

- Sir,
I think we should look at this--

- Can you keep your mouth
shut for a minute, please!

Jesus!
- Carver!

- I'm sorry.

- You all right, Roy?

I'll deal with all this then,
shall I?

Well, come on then,
we ain't got all day.

- That's great, Mike.

So now that we've
established that

your drinking is
related to anxiety,

triggered by loud
noises and aggression.

- Why the fuck
didn't you tell me?

- Roy, I'm, what,

I'm, I'm, I'm,
I'm with a patient.

- What,
you forgot to mention it?

- This is about
John moving back in?

- I don't know, Kelly, how many
other secrets have you got?

- I'm really sorry about that,

it's just that John insisted
on telling you himself.

- Yeah,
he told me at a murder scene,

standing over a caved-in skull.

Told me how you've welcomed
him back with open arms

and what a happy marriage
you've got again.

- No, no.

No, I've just.

I have decided that my
marriage is worth a chance,

and then,
if it doesn't work out,

then I need to give it the space
to die naturally before I--

- Oh look,
drop the psychobabble bullshit,

you're not in one of your
therapy sessions now.

- Thank you.

- Look, it's not like
you were happy with John

before he got shot.

You told me you were
about to leave him.

- No, but things have
changed, he's changed.

- How would you know?

You've hardly spent
any time with him.

- Well, I'm gonna spend
time with him now.

- Let me save you the trouble.

He's still an arrogant,
selfish, gobshite.

Says the man shouting at me.

- I think this would
be a really good time

for us to have a chat about

therapist/patient
confidentiality.

- I need you to collate
traffic camera footage

on the area surrounding
the crime scene.

Sorry,
I've blanked on your name.

- Well, the name you
usually call me is Judy,

but I'm actually--
- Judy, that's it.

ASAP if you would.

My name's
not Judy, you twat.

- Roy,
what do you think of this vase?

- It's the murder weapon.

- Not the actual one but
yeah, High Street, 16.99

- What are you thinking?

- Well, I just thought
it was the kind of thing

that Kelly would like.

Is it weird, though?

Giving her something I saw
used as a murder weapon?

- No, I think you should
definitely give it to her.

Just make sure you tell her
where you got the idea from.

- Cheers,
I'll give it to her later.

We're nipping home together
for lunch, jacket potato.

- John, we're lead
investigators on a murder case.

We've got a press
conference at half-12.

You can't just nip
home for a potato.

- Well, you just went
AWOL at the crime scene,

what was all that about?

- I was keeping tabs
on Gilbert and Ryle.

Look, I think it's time
we let the boss know

she's got bent
coppers in the unit.

- I thought you wanted to
get more evidence first.

- Look,
we need to do whatever it takes.

It's time they got
what's coming to them.

No matter how many long
hours we have to work.

- I'll get Judy to gift wrap it.

- That's a hell
of an accusation.

Two bent coppers at
the heart of my unit?

Well,
that'd make me a damn fool.

Have you got any
evidence for this?

- That time you
arrested a horse?

- Not as such, boss.

DI Major got the information
through reading their lips.

- It's an AI thing, probably.

- What, so if I mouthed the
lyrics to Hotel California say,

you could read them?
- Hm.

- Did you get that?
- Yes, boss.

And it does sound
like a lovely place.

- Okay, you've convinced me.

But I still need hard evidence.

- So, what are we meant to do?

- Well first,
don't raise any suspicions.

One-way blackout glass.

Offers complete privacy

if you want to talk to me
about any developments.

- Boss, you know that
you can see through that

from the other side?

- No, it's one-way glass.

- Yeah, that's what
the one-way bit means.

- What, people can see in

now?
- Yeah.

- So all the time
I've had this fitted,

you've always been
able to see in?

- Yeah.

- Last Wednesday morning,
for example?

- Yeah.

- About Gilbert and Ryle, boss,

we think they're taking orders

from a criminal
known as The Juggler.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

Boss?
- Huh?

- We'll investigate further,
boss.

Keep you updated.

- Well, she was no help.

- No,
she said we needed evidence.

Let's get some.

Follow my lead.

Carver?

- All right, you two?

How's tricks?

- DI Carver.

Metal Mickey.

- Look,
we just wanted to say thanks.

We appreciate all the hard
work you're putting in

looking for John's killer.

Don't we?

- Huh.

- Oh, maybe it's time we got
over this thing between us.

- What thing?

- Taking the piss
out of each other.

- But the problem is your mate's
got a chip on his shoulder.

And a chip in his
head and his spine.

- She means like computer chips.

- It's only banter.

What, with him being part IT.

- AI.
- Whatever.

- You're both twats.

How's that for banter?
- No.

So, do you fancy it, then?

Bevvie after work?

- Yeah, let's just drop
everything
and go out with you two?

- Well, you were sad when

they never asked us to
that pool tournament.

- Shut up.

What

time were you thinking?

- Seven?

Excuse me.

Did you tell
her about the glass?

Yeah.

- Thank Christ someone did.

- What's this?

- Draught Commission
report into police AI.

It's the decision on
whether Major lives or dies.

- This isn't due
for another week.

- You know me by now,
I have skills.

Read that.

- This committee is minded
to countermand Directive 5B

with immediate effect.

- It's another way of
saying switch him off,

read the next bit.

- This is another way of
saying switch him off.

- Yeah.

- But he'd stopped the
Head of the Committee

from getting shot.

How can they switch him off?

- Well, since you ask,

they fire a powerful
electromagnetic pulse

directly into the base of the.

Oh no, see, you mean,
why would they?

- So hack it.

You said you've got skills.

Change the report.

- I can't hack their brains,
Roy.

You want them to
change their minds,

try solving some
more fucking crimes,

and ideally, in the next week.

- Fine.

Okay, we'll solve this
murder and Bluefinch,

and we'll expose Gilbert
and Ryle, total focus.

Right, we'll work harder

than we've ever
worked in our lives.

- This

is a nice potato.

Fluffy.

- It's a lovely vase, thank you.

- And we know it won't break,

even if you really
whack it on something.

While
in the south, it will be dry.

- Do you know what's strange?

- Hm?

- Even when I was dead,

you still recorded
my favourite shows.

- "World Series of Darts,"
"Ice Road Truckers."

- Did I?

- You don't watch any
of those shows, only me.

Well and, and Roy of course.

He loves "Ice Road
Truckers" more than I do.

If I didn't know better,

do you know what I'd think?

- No, what?

- I'd think you knew
I was coming back.

- Well, you can watch them
all now, so that's good.

- No, I'm deleting 'em.

I don't wanna watch darts,
Kelly.

All I wanna do is spend
every spare minute with you.

Al, play something romantic.

- Al, don't.

This isn't about grand gestures
like deleting the darts.

Let's try and just get
back to our old routines.

- I don't wanna go
back to old routines.

Old routines was me being
at work all the time,

neglecting you.

Keeping the streets safe.

- We both made mistakes.
- You didn't.

Good morning.

Oh, look at that.

- Oh, hello.

Look who's on TV.

Al, full screen.

- Yesterday, police were
called to a residence

in response to an
emergency call.

The victim was identified
as Mr. Grant Barlow.

We're currently seeking
a woman in her 30s

to assist with our inquiries.

- Is this the case that
you're working on, John?

- Working?

I'm leading the inquiry.

- But be assured
our best officers

are working around
the clock on this.

- Shouldn't you be
sitting in that chair?

- This is the only chair for me.

- 39 missed calls.

- I know,
that's why I put it on silent.

- Oh my god,
John you need to get to work.

Get up, you need to get to work.

- What, what,
we haven't had pudding.

All units,
code two.

Murder suspect Rebecca Barlow's
phone has been located.

Circulating co-ordinates.

DI Carver, on my way.

- Come on.

- Mrs. Barlow?
- No.

- Funny,
that's the name on your card.

Bit of cash for the weekend?

- That's right.

Please take your
1.5 million Columbian pesos.

Wanna follow me?

- Yeah.

- Not gonna run away?
- No.

- Mrs. Barlow,
you don't seem very upset

about the death of your
husband, why is that?

- Sorry I'm late.

Have I missed much?

- For the benefit of the tape,

DI Major had entered
the interview room.

Mrs. Barlow, I'd like
to show you something.

It's the scene of
your husband's death.

- How about this one?

Me and my wife,
Kelly, in Santorini.

I don't know if
you've been there,

but I have to say
it is stunning.

And this is us at Wagamama.

Not a special occasion,

but it's one of my
favourite pictures--

- DI Major,
I think we should focus

on the murder investigation.

- Well, I just thought some
photos of a loving relationship

might provoke a reaction,

but fine, we'll do it
your way, Roy.

- How were things between you?

Would you say it was
a happy marriage?

- Well, we've had our
ups and downs, Roy,

but so does everyone.

One thing I will say though is--

- I was talking to Mrs. Barlow.

- Sorry, course you were.

- What was you gonna say,
though?

- What?

You said
"One thing I will say."

- Well it's,
it's just that I've realised

that the key to a happy
marriage is devotion.

Total focus on the other person,
you know?

- Some people would say
independence is important,

spending time apart.

- Oh, I think he's romantic.

Go home, be with your wife.

- You think?

Yeah.

- Don't listen to her,

she's just clubbed
her husband to death.

- I didn't.

- With all due respect, Roy,
at least she's been married.

You haven't.

- Unlike you, who had a very
rocky marriage, actually.

- Which is exactly why I'm
devoting myself to Kelly now.

- What,
and forgetting everything else?

Look, mate,
they're gonna switch it off,

I've read the report.

This is serious.

- Look,
if they're gonna switch me off,

all I wanna do with
the time that I've got

is be with my wife.

For the benefit of the tape,

DI Carver is shaking his head.

- Fine, if that's what you want,
give up!

I'm sure I'll manage without ya.

So will Kelly.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Well, she found a shoulder
to cry on last time you died.

I'm sure she's still
got that fella's number.

- Why you being such an asshole?

- To make you face the truth.

Look, you can either
roll over and die,

or you can do your job.

Crack this case,
nail Gilbert and Ryle,

and show those bastards
on the Committee

that you're worth saving.

- So, Mrs. Barlow,

where were you when your
husband was murdered?

Take as long as you like.

We're not going anywhere.

I knew it'd be
worth it in the end.

- What,
she didn't tell us anything.

- No, but I did make

this smashing balloon
octopus for Kelly.

- Lovely,
you can give it to her tomorrow.

- Aye?

- Well, we've got a
date tonight, remember?

- I've never been
computer dating, have you?

- Yeah, a few times.
- No, he's not a computer.

- That's all right,
it's not a date.

- Come on then, Robocop.

- We've done that one already.

- Oh sorry, Robocop 2.

- Do we have this?

- Look, we need evidence.

So be nice and don't
rise to the insults.

- Three pints of lager, and a
can of WD-40 please, barman.

- Be nice.

- We'll get them pissed
and maybe they'll open up.

Roger that.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

Like a robot.

Here we go.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- One more, one more.

Hey.

- How are you getting
on with the case?

- The things that I know
about, you would not believe.

- Yeah, what things?

- Things you wouldn't
even think about.

- Keep drinking.

Here you go, there you go, look.

Oh buddy, you've had
enough, you've had enough.

- Was a waste of time.

- DI Gilbert told us a lot.

- Yeah, about his awful divorce
and living with his mum,

and no one loves him
apart from his cat.

- So I asked him the cat's name.

- Why?

- Because I bet you any money
that's his computer password.

And that's gonna give us
all the evidence we need

that they're as bent as a
bottle of nine-bob notes.

- Do you think he'd
be that stupid?

Well, try it.

- What was it now,
began with a B, I think.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Billy.

Bertie?

Hang on.

- What are you doing?

Hello?

- Hello, Mrs. Gilbert,
I'm so sorry to wake you.

This is DI Major here
from Simon's work.

Oh
hello there, how are you?

- Very good, thanks,
how are you?

Yes,
pretty well thanks, yes.

- Excellent.

I was just wondering,
what's his cat called?

Humphrey.

- Humphrey, I was way off.

Thanks Mrs. Gilbert,
sleep tight.

All right, bye.

- Ah.

No, that's not it.

Cat's birthday,
I'll ring her back.

- Leave it,
we'll get Parfit to hack it.

- Okay.

I'll ring Kelly and tell
her I'll be back late.

Or do you think
she'll be asleep?

- Not yet.

I mean, I don't know, do I?

- Maybe I should text.

I dunno, what do you think?

- Look, she's your wife.

Why do you keep asking me?

- Oh sorry, Roy, I just,

my way of trying
to be a better man

is to keep asking myself
what would Roy do?

- Go home.

- Thought we were
working around the clock?

- Oh go home,
your wife's waiting for ya.

You've done enough for today.

- All right.

Hopefully, I'll get a
bit of action.

See you tomorrow.

- Thank you.

I need you to hack a computer.

- What am I, IT Support?

- Yeah.

- I'm a little busy right now.

- Parfit, we're desperate.

- Really?

So, you haven't solved
all the world's crimes

and rooted out its corrupt cops?

Quelle surprise.

- Look, Major's fucked, so
why don't you do something?

- I have.

To convince the committee,

we have to show them a supercop,
right?

Meet John Major, Version 3.0.

You're welcome.

- Kel?

I'm in here.

- Oh.

I am

so sorry.

- It's fine,
don't worry about it.

- No, no, no,
it's not fine, right?

I said I'd be here right,
I said I'd cook.

Look at me.

Four hours late,
smelling of booze.

- Wine?

You're on a murder case,
you have to stay late.

- You sound like Roy.
- Hm?

What do you mean?

- Oh, just until now,
he's been telling me,

oh, don't go home, stay in
work, put your marriage on hold.

- Roy told you to stay in work,
did he?

- He's such a good mate.

You think?

Speak of the devil.

Roy, what do you want?

I need him
back at SIU, right now.

- Well, he's only just
sat down for his tea, so.

Kelly trust me on
this, it's for his own good.

- You're needed back at work.

- Cheers, Roy.

- I'm getting a feeling
of deja vu here.

- This time's different.

- Because this time, it'll work?

- Because this time,
we've got nothing to lose.

I've been cautious until
now so as not to damage him.

This time,
I've thrown everything at him:

speed, memory, processing power.

It'll either blow his brains up,

or make him significantly less

shit.

- Who set me up?

Give me a name.

Ooh.

The Juggler.

- I'm the best cop on the unit,
mate.

Had to bring me back.

Holy shit, a foot.

Jesus.

- Who did this to you!

- The Juggler.
- Juggler.

- Oh!

- I know everything.

I also made you this.

It's a snake.

Jesus Christ, John, you
never said you had a gun.

- Do you think John
knows about Roy and I?

- I'm just a
low-kevel drug dealer.

Oh, fuck off.

- I could have you
deported back to Disneyland

before you can say
Golden Grahams.

I'm covering you, Roy!

No, I'm covering you.

Someone's coming.

- John, who is it?

- Surprise, surprise.