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You're both through to the
shortlist for sergeant.

~ Danny is going to walk it, we all know that!
~ It's you.
~ You?

Oh, my God.

That's two Down's girls
drowned within six months.

What if this is a hat-trick?

You're chasing a girl who
is evidently not Down's.

~ It's the same girl.
~ He puts them in the water.

~ Requesting urgent medical assistance.
~ Oh, my God.

There's room for you at my house.
Do we leave here together?

ALL TALK AT ONCE

TALK STOPS/VACUUM CLEANERS WHIR

How long's she going to be staying?

~ We'll find out.
~ Well, how long did you say?

Let's see.

See you later, Cathy.

I get home at 3:30.
I'll show you around.

~ Bye, Nana.
~ Tschuss.

Tessa's the mother I never asked for.

~ I'm starving in here!
~ And my mum's the kid
I never deserved. Come on.

Here. To rinse our hands before
breakfast. This one's yours.

We've got cereal, there's
scrambled egg, bacon.

~ Or have both.
~ I couldn't have both.
~ Have both.
~ Have what you want.

She wants both. Have both.

~ And-And the room's OK? Slept OK?
~ The room's massive.

I slept like a log, thank you.

Excuse me. What are you doing?

Maclaren's taken over
the Cathy Calvert case.

~ We're not allowed near it anymore.
~ Is he for real? Why?

Why do you think?

Because you moved Cathy Calvert
into your spare room,

contaminating any prosecution if
they decide we've a tainted witness.

How can he? She wouldn't be alive if
it weren't for us. I-I couldn't...

No, I didn't drag her out of the
river just to put her in the system.

~ Two for me, two for you.
~ Towels?
~ So we don't have to use theirs.
~ Who's?

~ That spa your mum got me signed up to.
~ Now?

~ I-I've tonnes of work piling up.
~ I've two vouchers. This is work.

Are you determined
to sabotage my career?

Cathy Calvert needed protecting.

~ There are agencies.
~ Yeah, right.

Answer me this - if you hadn't
just lost your job to Joy Freers,

~ would you have taken that
child under your wing?
~ Answer me this -

why, once you knew I'd walked away
from Mervin Manley's accident...

You chased a man under a bus.

Who we know for a fact had
stabbed at least two...

If we'd known it for a fact, then
he'd be in jail now not tapioca!

~ Nobody else knows about that.
~ Correct. Thanks to me.

Are we sure they don't speak English?

Joy deserves her position.

~ She still calls it going all
the way and she chews her nails.
~ People do.

Her false nails.

If you got her on the cheap,
Viv, thinking I'll spend

the rest of my career
mopping up after her,

you've another think coming.

I love you whingeing
about your future

when your present's
going totally to shit.

~ They've really hurt her, Viv.
~ People do.

Oi!

Oh, so that's your game, is it?

For anyone on vouchers you make
up your tips by tampering.

Well, here's a big tip for
you, Aeroflot, wrong person,

wrong place, wrong tree, try it again

and I'll have you sex-trafficked
by Albanians, you stick thin creep!

Viv, Viv, it was a joke.

A happy finish?

SIRENS WAIL

~ About bloody time.
~ Morning, sir.
~ What's up?

Couldn't fasten up your
buttons or something?

We're meant to start a tournament
at ten and we've got people

coming from as far as Chorlton
to Bury, haven't we?

~ Come on, Cartman, let's
see who you really are.
~ Are you OK, mate?

Can you tell me your name?

Tell me your name.

~ Jesus!
~ Are you OK?

Requesting urgent medical assistance.

Can you hear me? Tell me your name.

RADIO: 'Roger that, Tango Patrol.
Ambulance is on its way.'

Oh, God! He's stopped breathing.

Joy, I'm sorry this happened

and I'll do anything to put right,
but I'm not apologising for Cathy,

not to anybody. I'd walk first.

Well, that's not happening
on my watch.

How can I work properly
if I'm being ignored?

They're not angry with
you they're angry...

They're pissed off with Maclaren,
the thieving, lanky wanker.

But do you know what saddens me most?

There's not been a Tuesday or
a Thursday since I turned 25

that I've not slept round your house,

and I can't do that any more, can I?

Not with Cathy as your new housemate
and you won't sleep round mine.

Not till you kill the cat.

~ PHONE RINGS
~ Ma'am.

'Maclaren wants one of us to report
to him and his team of e-twats

'and it won't be me for this reason -

'I'd rather he had a go at
YOU to see what he'd say

~ 'if I'm not in the room, you see?'
~ Course.

'Get your shit together
and get round there

'and welcome to management.'

Oh, you stupid cow! What
have you done to us all?!

No. No, you're moving.

To be honest, I won't mind
having a look myself.

Well, one of us can't...
There. There. There.

Don't... move. Don't dare move.

Maclaren was looking at Jocelyn
Wade's client list.

~ KNOCKING
~ No!

~ Only me, ma'am.
~ Only.

Amber alert from the poisons
unit. Ooh, hello.

Erm, Stuart and Tegan accompanied
a sudden death down at St Michael's.

There's chemicals on the
street that shouldn't be.

Three more on this patch, not
dead yet but not far off.

~ What are we talking?
~ Some mephedrone-ketamine reboot

and something new they
can't yet identify, ma'am.

If they've mutated mephedrone we'll
be cleaning up middle-aged,

middle-class shit off the streets
till the next Olympics.

Yeah, well, the last one

was a 19-year-old economics
student at Manchester.

Take the address, take Jonah
with you to inform next of kin.

Hiya.

There's a window right at the
back of the ladies' toilets.

You'll be able to see much better,

although you've got to remove
the automatic light bulb.

Is that the dead on arrival that
Stuart and Tegan just called in?

Yeah, poor little sod. Nearly all
his organs had started liquefying.

Eurgh! Enough! His mother
is in reception.

I think she's trying
to report him missing.

He'd gone out to score drugs.

The only time he borrowed the
car was while I was at the gym,

because I was at a drink after
with the girls and got taxis home.

He always put it back exactly
where and how I'd left it.

~ Except the cab smelt of fresh weed.
~ Just weed?

His father died a month ago.

I know what I've needed to get
through it, so God help him.

We don't think he was robbed,
but we couldn't find his phone.

He left it behind. That's why...

That's why I couldn't find him.

Yeah. Come on. Let's
get you home, Suzanne.

I've spoken to your sister and
she's with your mum at your house.

~ How did you get my mum from Worcester?
~ I called in favours.

Thank you so much. Thank you so much.

DC Kowalska will come with
you to take a full statement.

I know it seems indecent but we
need the information now, yeah?

God bless you.

Get the intelligence lads
off Spotify and onto this.

I need a phone log cross
referencing urgently.

So, the Down's killer case. Where's
Darren Maclaren leading us?

~ Back to Jocelyn Wade's client list.
~ How do you know that?

Well, he thinks that's
the most viable lead.

Utter expensive bollocks.

Jocelyn Wade's clients
aren't suspects,

they're just horny, twisted freaks.

We need to get inside
Cathy Calvert's head.

Get her to talk.

The minute she's fit to speak,

I'll be the closest one
listening. You have my word.

Do keep me posted, meanwhile,
there's a guy out there

killing Down's syndrome girls who's
not quite as patient as you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

From intelligence. The dead lad's
phone logs led to this guy.

We've got him in custody. His name
is Roy Proctor. He's a postman.

Not known to us but recently
acknowledged by locals

as a casual supplier.
Weed only usually,

but in this case, he
pilfered an unregistered

parcel on his round that - Bingo!
- contained non-specific capsules.

~ Going to which address?
~ He'd burnt the packaging
for his own benefit.

Where was his round?

I forget but it's not a toilet.

Erm... Richmond Fall's area.

No way am I looking at Sandy Street.

See, this is where we was asked to
help on surveillance last November.

But we were all shouted
down once they realised

~ there was no explosives involved.
~ They were definitely manufacturing.

~ Yeah, but just hydroponics and shit.
~ Hydroponics don't cause that.

OK, well, if they've upped
their game, so will we.

And they've caught me on a full moon
so they won't know what's hit them.

All right?

Is this you? Couldn't it
wait till people had eaten?

It needed to wait until I was ready.

Sarge.

SHE LAUGHS

Ooh, I think I've had an
idea that might just get us

~ back in the running on
the Down's syndrome case.
~ Mm, yeah?

It's a bit tricky and it
relates to Cathy Calvert.

Given that Cathy's not talking
and Dinah wouldn't even let us try

we need new ideas to get
round the formalities...

~ How much are you asking for?
~ 400.

Keep your idea to
yourself, spend five.

22 and 24 Sandy Street,

two semis that have been bought
in the last 12 months.

But they're not semis,
they're a drugs lab.

We're working on a theory that they've scattered
a test batch into the human field.

Five people are already dead
or dying because of it.

I want that kitchen closed.

Tonight. SLIGHT GROANING

We could have done with a lot more
preparation, but big tough titty.

~ PHONE RINGS
~ Excuse me.

Do we know what it is they're making?

We've just got young Luke Hyatt's
toxicology in, and it's

looking like a transmutation of good
old 4-methylmethcathinone with...

Yeah, but it's souped-up
MCat, in other words.

Yeah, which they're a long way off,
cos this stuff's only half modified,

but still a neurotoxin that shuts
down your immunity till... well, you
drown in your own blood, basically.

Joseph Raphael, of number 22.

Sounds foreign, but he's English
as a muffin and by reputation

a very nasty little prick.

People who've messed with
him haven't been seen since.

Angelina Costeros, from
number 24 Sandy Street.

Two PhDs in industrial chemistry.

Her tax returns say that she's
a supply science teacher.

You couldn't get a bra in that
joint for less than 200 sods.

This is 4.30pm. Angelina Costeros
arrives back at number 24.

Wait for it.

Three minutes later,

she's at the upstairs window
of number 22 with her baps out.

They're not shagging - at home.

So we know that the two houses are
connected, just don't know how.

Yeah, I'd like to introduce
you to the shit button.

Installed in any drugs lab
in the event of you lot

bursting in unannounced.

It's ready to flush away at the
push of a button - oooohhh -

any imprisonable evidence,

some of which at least you will
need in court, and, trust me,

if the button de shit is deployed,

then for the little
evidence you'll get

you might as well do a couple of
student flats on a Friday night.

Sergeant Freers.

One, volunteers for surveillance.

Those who are already familiar
with the new equipment.

Right. Two, tell your families you
don't know when you'll be home.

Can I tell Rosie it might be October?

~ FREERS CHUCKLES
~ Er, three...

Permission to show off, ma'am?

Fine.

OK, Angelina Costeros
and Joseph Raphael

both work for Pharmadansk at
their UK laboratories in Kent.

Now, she was sacked for stealing
Class A psychoactive compounds

and arrested by Kent Police,
but Raphael was the one

making the allegations
on behalf of the company.

Two months after that he retires
early on grounds of mental debility.

A month after that,
he drops the charges

and moves in with Costeros.

He got her on the hook
to get her off it?

She doesn't know he stitched her up.

He gets funding for a lab and
her science brains behind it.

Look, if we can isolate Costeros
and offer her a deal,

we've got a better chance
of harvesting the evidence

and getting maximum sentences.

Hands up anybody here who think that separating
Costeros and Raphael is a dodgy move.

Hands down.

Hands up anybody who thinks
that that level of risk...

.. is sexy.

Oh, fuck off, I gave you two
quid not half an hour ago.

Angelina Costeros, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of...

Oh, and we know from invoices
why you've no small change,

because you've paid ten grand
a pop for these fellas.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of trafficking
drugs to and from British shores.

You have the right to remain
silent, et cetera.

Oh, fuck off.

How is Jonah being up there
less conspicuous than me?

We're going to have a patrol car pulling
up for indecent exposure. SHE LAUGHS

I'm trying to concentrate.

The offences we arrested you for in public
bear no relation to the charges you now face.

As of last night you're also accused
of the murders of three young souls.

Two with families, one barely old
enough to be starting his own.

I can bring his mum back in if you'd like
to speak to her personally, Angelina.

~ That wasn't me.
~ So, tell us about the stolen
chemicals, Angelina.

If you were innocent, you'd have
faced the charges, wouldn't you?

That was not me.

We know it wasn't.

How did you meet Joseph Raphael?

He was your line manager
at Pharmadansk.

And you know his signature was on
the document accusing you of theft?

He framed you.

Flattened your reputation and
dried up your income so you were

so desperate you'd accept
any help on offer.

Am I warm?

What is she on about?

We've talked directly to the CPS

and in return for your
co-operation in the successful

prosecution of Joseph Raphael
we'll back up your defence.

Sweetheart, the minute he knows
I've turned evidence I'm dead.

All we need is detailed intelligence
on how that laboratory's designed

to vanish any evidence
in the event of a raid.

Can you no' send her out
for KitKats or something?

~ What firearms, if any, are on the premises.
~ COSTEROS LAUGHS

What the risks are for the officers
entering the premises.

Subsequent to which you will be addressed
by the system as a victim, Angelina.

Where were you trained? Currys?

You've just given me the
reason not to cooperate.

You've declared me a victim.

Why should I lift a finger from here?

STAFF ANNOUNCEMENT OVER TANNOY

Thanks for waiting. I've just
sectioned three in about an hour.

~ Do you smoke?
~ While it's still allowed.

Cathy's not saying anything but
Deering's getting impatient.

I deeply admire what
you've done for Cathy

but I feel compelled to jump right into
manipulating your influence on the girl.

So she's refused sedatives
or drugs of any description.

I really need you to
think about hypnosis.

Just tell her to get on the web,
look up young patients' testimonies,
especially PTSD, especially rape,

and tell her that that is the best form of
treatment if she needs to stay in charge.

So she was, was she? Actually raped?

So naturally she'll ask you to
chaperone her to her first session.

Which I would. I would
in a heartbeat.

No, you won't, you see, because
she's never had a comfort blanket.
Don't give her one now.

Do you think rape's ambiguous when
the girl hasn't uncrossed her legs
in 48 hours after the incident?

If you care about that
girl, you bring her to me.

Non-talkers don't tend
to last very long.

They're successful with hypnosis

because looking half their
age accelerates their trust.

My mum's a cow, and it's ageing me.
So there's a window, Dinah. Please.

Oi! You do realise this entire complex
is meant to be non-smoking!

Yeah, and that's a long-stay window,

so you should've learned
to shut it by now.

~ Is that true?
~ No, it's not.

Got a white Audi pulling
up right below me.

And it's a corker. Worth
more than the house.

Plus brunette, fit, white
female, about 40.

HE WHISTLES

Very fit, actually.

Audi, VRM Victor Alfa India
Three, Lima Kilo Echo.

Aye, and she's got her
own set of keys for 22.

OK, here we go.

This is Corinne Raphael,
it's his ex-wife.

Right. She must be banging him.

OK, listen, get a picture of them
together. Do what you need to do.

Jonah, toolkit.

DOGS BARK

Oh, Vicky!

What've you done!

Fucking kidding me. What've you done?

Look at the state of that! What
have you done, you useless prick!

HE LAUGHS

What did you leave it there for?

I'll have your job away
for this, you fat twat.

~ I'm sorry, mate, it just fell down.
~ Look at that.
~ Oh, my...

~ You can write to head office.
~ Fucking idiot.

They can try and refund...

CAMERA CLICKS

Take six to eight weeks.

CAMERA CONTINUES TO CLICK

How's Cathy, how are you getting on?

SHE SPEAKS HER NATIVE LANGUAGE

Call you back, then.

Thanks, sir.

Sir.

What do you expect from
us all? Cartwheels?

He's got to let people sleep
on it. Yourself included.

Meanwhile, we've landed
a little corker.

Just look at the footage,
read my notes,

we'll present it to
Doubtfire together.

Get you some Nectar
points back, maybe.

VOICE SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE

CAT MIAOWS

OMINOUS MUSIC

CAT MEOWS AND SHE SHRIEKS

SHE CRIES IN DISTRESS

It's just a cat. There, you're
shivering, come here, sweetheart.

THE GIRL SOBS

Jock is right.

I've just pissed on my own
chips. She won't budge.

Ma'am. Check out these fellas.

~ Belonging to?
~ His ex-wife.

And, according to previous
surveillance footage,

~ the car shows up often.
~ Almost as often as Angelina goes shopping.

Tuesdays, Thursdays...

Are you going to question next round?

I'll lead with the
terms of the offer.

~ And you'll need to do what we're offering.
~ No. Dina and Spike.

There'll be none of that. You
were shit-hot in there, madam.

It's just that I have every reason
to believe that this situation

calls for two gobby bitches
and a cracking pair of nuts.

Fuck off, I'm demanding a lawyer.

Make your language meaningful,
or fuck off yourself.

It's a bloke thing...

It's a bloke thing.

I can see how he can't resist the
real ones, you know what I mean?

What happened there? You've
photoshopped that, let me see.

Bastard! Whoa, missus!

You know, I want this noting
for a claim if it's broken.

He's been banging her since
the day they divorced.

Basically, every time
you were out shopping.

The Audi pulls up.

You know, they always end up
diagonally, in the other house.

Same bedroom you share with him.

She must be laughing
all the way to the bank

if the price of that motor's
anything to go by.

Aw. Had he convinced you
it was all about you?

And him? And the money?

It's not your money, sweetheart.

It's hers.

Hey.

You want your reputation back?

We need to know. Now.

We didn't put a test batch
of substances out there.

A snail-mail parcel with a tiny amount
of ingredients went missing.

But we didn't circulate
this shit, why would we,

when it's not commercially ready?

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

There's an evacuation
valve in the basement.

~ And we need it disabled.
~ I can't, I couldn't,

I wouldn't be anywhere near there.

This two-faced animal's going
to kill me when he...

There's an emergency remote at the
front door, for obvious reasons.

It triggers a signal to the
system to totally self-flush.

It's really, really fast.

But you'll disable it.

Impossible.

Two PhDs and you can't
take a battery out?

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

Oi! Well done Spike getting you
back in the driver's seat earlier.

Now, what Spike exemplified
is top-notch teamwork.

You are part of a top-notch team.

That's a lot of love for you, Dinah.

But what we all want most is
the Cathy Calvert case back.

So, go home, spend some time with
Cathy, help her get ready to talk.

~ Yeah?
~ Hm-mm.

Cathy.

Tonight, your session with Bo Peep.

Dr Peep.

We... You know why I'm not coming
into the session with you.

OK, look, erm...

The way Peep said it is way better
than anything I can come up with.

If I'm in there, holding
your hand, as a copper,

you won't be able to get your
sleeves rolled up, and...

that's kind of what
the sessions are for.

I know.

I've been through them myself.

With Dr Peep?

SHE SCOFFS

I couldn't afford Peep
if I took a mortgage out.

Why did you need sessions?

Two a week for three years,

to realise all I had to do
was thump some bastard back.

Tessa's Dad?

Mine.

He left us years back and then moved
back in once the house was paid off.

He started knocking my mum about,

giving Mum liver spots that
got too big to fake, so...

I hoofed him down the
stairs and out the door.

Never seen him since.

Bet Magda blames you for that.

Very much so.

And I very much don't care.

Bo Peep. Is that what you call her?

THEY LAUGH

Knock, knock.

Oh, no, it's OK. It's only
Spike. Two minutes, mate.

~ We're just doing the
lippy. See you downstairs.
~ Yep.

I bought this for Cathy, from
me. I know she lost hers.

~ Joy. You didn't have to do that.
~ And I know it's too soon to come in.

No-one wants to intrude.

Gah!

This is what I think it is, isn't it?

~ How many sets does it connect to?
~ Four. Including one for you!

Spying on a child,
Joy? You're kidding.

Cos that's the opposite of
what I've just promised her.

Well, that's all good for you, Dinah,

but while McLaren is raking
in everything since

Ian Brady, you're throwing your
arms around Cathy like an aunt!

~ Whose idea was it?
~ Whoa!

Nothing is actually moving, and
it really badly needs to, Dinah,

otherwise, the guy that did
that to them is going to walk!

~ All right?
~ Well, if she knew about this,
she can fuck off and all.

~ I'll start teaching.
~ Shut up, Dinah, give me a sec. Yes, ma'am?

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, ready for battle. We're
on our way. Let's go.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Ah! About time. Is
everything sorted? Yeah?

I've worked this out perfectly.

~ I need tits and teeth up front,
so you're going in first.
~ I'm what?

~ With Joy.
~ What?! Her?! But you said it was me!

And learn your lines.
I want you word perfect.

Cues, lines, performance.

~ Shouldn't one of you mention
consequences to her?
~ Wow.

Yeah, I'm keeping this one.

THEY GIGGLE

Boys!

THEY LAUGH

Er, sorry, ladies. I need
to fit you with, er...

~ .. recording equipment.
~ No. Stuart's already done ours.

With what?

Oh...

DINAH CHUCKLES ANGRILY

Where's Tattoo? I NEED Tattoo.

~ Girls! I'm guessing one
of them wasn't Lapland!
~ Nevada.

Shooting range for automatics.

You know you're my hand-picked
front-line for this.

We were honoured when we saw that
on the command sheet, ma'am.

I know baptism of fire's a bit ass
about face as a wedding present...

but don't let me down, girls.

BOTH: Ma'am!

OK, listen up.

When Joy and Dinah get to the door,

they'll be met by Angelina Costeros.

Costeros takes advantage
of the camouflage to slip us

the hand-held remote to prevent
anybody discharging the evidence.

Then, in we charge,

and we don't stop until that
basement valve is disabled.

We all clear?

~ Ma'am.
~ Yes, ma'am.
~ Yes, ma'am.

I want the best
performance you've got.

Ooh!

TAXI DRIVER: You take care
in there, girls, eh?

OK. Right.

You all right? Make it 20.

Cheers!

CAR MOTOR RUMBLES

BUZZER RINGS

DOGS BARK VICIOUSLY

Oh. You're not Jasmine.

Costeros is showing us her ass.

'Stand by for premature positions.'

Party? Jasmine's party?

~ I wish it was. I'm having the
night in with my wife and a movie.
~ Oh.

Sorry to bother you.

Oh, shi... I've no signal.

Can we use your landline and get
the driver to turn round for us?

Ain't got a landline or a signal.

We have to stand at the end
of the garden to get one.

~ 'OK. Plan Z, girls.'
~ Sorry. Night.

JOY AND DINAH SCREAM

Dah! Fuck me! Oh, my God! Oh,
my God, look at my fingers!

~ You broke my fingers!
~ Fuck's sake!

Give me two secs, I need to put
the dogs away. They'll go berserk.

~ Oh, my God!
~ Come in.

'Oh, my God, I'm so sorry...'

Gobby bitch has come through for
me. Who'd have believed that?

~ Roddy, get some towels!
~ You know where they are.

~ And clean that up before...
~ That's my wedding finger!

We're three fucking weeks away.
I think I'm going to faint!

DINAH YELPS IN PAIN

JOY AND DINAH SCREAM

~ Oh, God.
~ Get the remote off him.
~ How?! What if he catches me?

Just figure it out. Just put it in
my hands and leave the rest to us.

Oh...

THEY SCREAM

'Can you see anything?'

I can't tell.

FOOTSTEPS

KNOCK ON DOOR, THEY YELP

DINAH GASPS

Ma'am, the eggs are in the basket.

Repeat. Eggs are in the basket.

Yes!

Yes!

Police!

Get your hands where I
can where I can see them

or we're blowing your brains out!

Get off!

Hey.

GRUNTING

Argh!

Oof!

Subject one secure, ma'am.

SHE SCREAMS, HE GROANS

No! Let me go! Fuck off!

SHE SCREAMS

'Escort the prisoner in the
ambulance for his own safety.'

Pleasure, ma'am.

Thanks.

POLICE SIRENS BLARE

Orders from High Command.
We stay with the patient.

Watch out!

~ COUGHING
~ MAN: Everybody out now!

NOW!

PANICKED SHOUTING AND COUGHING

Guys?!

Guys? GUYS!

PANICKED SHOUTING INSIDE HOUSE

What was that?

~ Dinah?
~ Come on!

PANICKED CHATTER

COUGHING

Keep her down. Down, down, down.

COUGHING AND PANICKED CHATTER

Stuart, give me your comms.

PI Deering to Control.

Request medical back
up. Yes. An emergency.

Mind your backs, please!
Mind your backs, please!

Detective, there's no
more staff to call out.

Have you seen what they're doing
to each other in there? Or there?

Or there? It's not medical staff
we're short of - it's physical help.

I understand what you're saying.
Just give me a minute.

~ We've turned this place
into a total fucking zoo.
~ Where's Tatu?

They were the most exposed apart
from the prisoner, but he's been

ventilated and he's under armed
guard, so we'll give him

~ his day in court, ma'am.
~ The girls did us all proud.
~ Yes.

Yeah, I wouldn't go
in there if I was you.

~ They'll be all right, won't they?
~ Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. It's just...

whatever this turns out to be,
it's got people a bit twisted.

Have you ever seen Two
Girls, One Cup, ma'am?

(Oh.)

You, you - get in there.
Help that nurse...

And watch your feet! It's slippy.

Well...

that went well.

~ Very well.
~ This way, Inspector.

Thank you.

Forensics are estimating
a two million street value.

I'm........ with you, ma'am.

I've got, like, reports
and files to ship.

How soon do you think my team
can interview Cathy Calvert?

It's not a question I can answer
- you took the case away from me.

Well, we're still on
the same team, Viv.

~ And you've secured yourself
a good future with all this.
~ Oh, not me.

SHE LAUGHS

No, it's Tatu who saved
all our bacon, sir.

Tactical support team.

They truly deserve a few
good words from the top.

Pleasure.

~ Where will I find them?
~ Second on the left.

~ If you excuse me, I've got...
~ Yes.

Right.

THEY CHATTER

~ Yeah.
~ Yeah.

Wanna do that...

I can't get this frigging band off.

No, we'll get some scissors,
will get some sci...

INAUDIBLE

DOOR SLAMS

Right.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Hiya.

They were involved in a raid.

~ They might have been exposed to substances.
~ Like what?

Um... it wasn't ket.

Ket's never done this to me before.

Come and look at what we've...

She.

What I'VE made for you.

Oh, sweetheart, it was your session.

I... I'm sorry. That's
not for public. I'm sorry.

She's absolutely twatted and
won't remember a word. Go on.

Oh, darling. That's amazing.

How was it?

It was absolutely superb.

She says all these tiny things that,
you know, says massive stuff, and...

.. and I think she really
liked me and all.

Wow...

What did you say to her?

~ What happened?
~ You did.

I offered her the chance of
a non-investigative session

as an induction into the
process of clinical hypnosis

and she jabbered like
a flightless bird.

I'm going past loads of shelves,
with tins and boxes.

~ And is the cat still leading you?
~ Taking me.

And does the black cat have a collar?

Massive collar.

Big as its face, nearly.

So you're passing these shelves,
with the tins and the boxes,

and the mixed-up stuff...

QUIETLY: Clever girl.

Repeat that, please, Cathy.

Clever girl.

Clever girl for what?

Clever girl!

That sounds quite angry.

Are you in pain at someone
at this point, Cathy?

Everywhere hurts.

I thought he'd broken everything.

The cat is probably something
her imagination has manufactured

to soften the journey.

VIVIENNE: From what we
know about Cathy's family,

I can't see pets hanging
around, can you?

DOOR OPENING

May I ask how such intimate material
is suitable for open forum?

Well, against my better advice,

Cathy Calvert gave consent
for all future sessions to be

shared as testimony for things
she can't repeat in person,

on the one condition that
Dinah listens to them first.

A talking victim has only brought
us to a decent square one.

Well, she does, of course, go on
to talk about the rape in detail.

She's allowed.

Right, I want every one of the rest
of us to be listening to every word

that child so painfully donated.

Not sentimentally.

And don't get bored of it,
or I'll kick your arses.

One word in 100 just might
mean something to us.

Even if it doesn't her yet.

Bless her.

We can't do it without Dinah.

I'll keep her name off the paperwork,

and pray they still like her as much
if and when this emerges as a trial.

You get the case back. Just
catch this bastard, Viv.

Does anybody know a decent
road from the Trafford Centre?

Missed you at the end of all
that and I need a wee anyway.

Cathy!

Dinah described you very well.

You're little fighter, aren't you?

And how lucky are we lot, eh?

Knowing this lady?

I know.

We all need to know how to be good
at that, don't we - fighting back?

So...

Happy reading.

PAPER TEARING

My dad bought me a first edition
of that when I were 12.

Within a week, bloke
came up behind me -

I wasn't a good eater in them days -

wham! I caught him, straight in
the sprouts, with a bunch of keys.

Page 43. I still read that
on holiday every year.

And I've signed it for you.

Shall we go and look
at these upstairs?

Thank you.

You're something else, you are.

My mam always said it like that when
she was struggling for adjectives.

Thanks so much, Vivienne.

Yeah, but... one adjective.

One.

Never...

not...

.. surprising.

Bless you for that.

I'll see you in the morn, bonny lass.

He's missed his fix,
so he's agitated.

There's a man out there
who wants girls like you

bobbing up and down in
the river like apples.

Won't be easy to yank him
out on his own wedding.

Well, if you sort of frighten
Asian birds with petrol,

we wouldn't have to, would we?

We stumbled across your
phone this morning.

Any idea how you might
have misplaced it?

Why would we bother
going after one paki

when there's 15 of
them five doors down?

Shut your mouth!