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I thought I was over Ben but it turns out I'm not.

I want him back.

- What do I do? - Tell him how you feel.

You conspired to lure my client to Bristol...

- No. - ...with the express purpose

of planting drugs in his car.

They're trying to discredit me, Your Honour.

They're setting me up.

In the UK, there are far more people needing sperm than there are donors.

But my doctor said I need to get pregnant as soon as possible.

Then you may be better off with a donor you already know.

Can you think of anyone?

Do you know what's on The Dean's hard drive?

Proof of his whole operation.

The police would have searched his house and they would have found the safe.

A dummy one. The real one is well hidden, behind a horse.

We need to keep eyes on The Dean's house in London.

Front gate is about two metres high.

Garden walls look about a metre thick.

And there's some kind of bodyguard and he's armed.

We're in trouble! We have to move the break-in forward.

- We're not ready. - Then The Dean gets out tomorrow

and we're all dead!

Your room is on the second floor, Room 22.

Lift is just there.

Thanks.

There you go.

Can you cover me? I really need to see my boyfriend.

Tori, you horn dog! Go get it, girl!

Erm...

Ben, er...

I don't know how today's gonna go down. It's the most dangerous thing we've done.

And I might not get a chance to say this to you.

Not that I have a right to say this to you,

after how I've treated you, but the thing is...

I really...

think we should give us another go.

Because I love you.

Tori. Tori!

No, Tori...

- Tori, Tori, Tori! - Look...

I didn't ask for the role of hysterical girlfriend,

but your ex is wanted for murder, you're hiding her in your flat

- and you're clearly still together. - No, we're not.

Ben, I can't be part of this.

Just let me explain, Tori.

Please let go of the door.

Let go of the door!

Rani, let's go.

We've got a schedule to keep. You're the one who laminated it.

Come on! We've got to break into a drug dealer's mansion by four.

Do we know where the safe is in the house?

No.

All we know is it's behind a horse or... Whatever that means.

Did you two find out anything about the security system?

Well, even if we can find the safe,

stealing what's inside it isn't going to be easy.

We don't know the code.

And if we move the safe then that triggers a motion-sensor alarm,

which triple locks all the doors and bring shutters down on the windows.

If we manage to get it outside,

the garden gate and the walls have anti-climb technology,

- and the security guard carries a machine. - A machine?

Yeah, an iron.

- A gun! - Well, say that then.

Gabby and I don't know the slang terms for guns.

- I do. - No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

Burner, iron, ting, leng, joint, mac, gat, mash, mattic, milly,

glizzy, pole, stick, strap, wap, nine, rotty, botty and tum-tum.

Aren't those last three Teletubbies?

- What about po-po? - That definitely is.

No, no, po-po is police and they're called automatically.

Basically, our biggest threat is the security guy.

- Argh!

No!

What a way to go.

Death by Tinky Winky.

What's the big emergency?

I was in the middle of a particularly tricky Wordle.

Schedule's moved up. It's happening today.

What do you mean, today?

Plan's already underway.

I'm driving to London with Rani,

after she collects what she needs from her parents' place.

We'll meet the others at The Dean's crib.

They'll lift the hard drive and it will end up in a red tool box.

And when you step in,

it can't look like we're working together.

What do you care what they think?

I told you, all I care about is me, but I don't want to be left hanging out there.

So once it's done,

you force me into the vehicle.

And the deal's 50/50.

I was laying in bed this morning thinking about you.

Am I supposed to be flattered?

I was saying to myself...

"Is he playing me?"

'Cos if you are, the next time your friends see you,

you're gonna be colder than a snowman's dick.

Do you hear me?

Erm, assuming we get our hands on this hard drive,

what's to say it's not password protected?

- Oh.

Go for Diane.

Do you remember when we were in your store cupboard at probation?

You mean, my office.

Yeah, sure, your office.

You said the reason you don't keep notes on your computer is because...

Criminals have logarithms that can hack any password

in two minutes or less.

Where did you get that information from?

That is classified.

Diane!

Fine. From Nigel. He works in IT at probation.

Do you reckon if you flash Nigel some cleavage,

he would write us a program to crack The Dean's hard drive?

Mm. I'm pretty sure Nigel's gay.

You know, he's really flappy with his hands

and he hasn't once checked out my arse.

But, even if I can't turn Nigel's head,

I know someone who might.

I'm on it.

In a few hours, The Dean leaves court a free man.

And he'll be back slinging crack and smack.

And when someone OD's or some kid is caught in the crossfire, that's on you.

- You bloody amateur! - Call me that again.

Oh, and you'll what, amateur?

- Lucy, no! Let her go.

- Let her go! - Get the fuck off me!

You're done!

Like this case.

You understand, right?

You're done!

That was exciting, weren't it?

Could have sold tickets for that.

She's right.

I'll have this stink on me for the rest of my days.

I'm screwed.

Hey.

Come here.

Thanks. You're welcome.

And?

- It's negative. - Well, give it time.

I don't have time, Greg, that's the whole point!

I'm never gonna be a mum and I'm gonna die alone and unloved, like you.

I'm sorry.

Lashing out. Bloody hormones!

You're not pregnant yet.

- No, fair point. - Well, look, don't worry.

I'm gonna get you up the duff if I have to spend morning, noon and night

wanking like a safari park chimp.

Okay?

Thanks, Greg.

Why have you baked scones?

Well, you said make an effort.

I said dress sexy, Mary Berry.

And what are you wearing?

You look like Andy Murray at Pride.

- Hi, Nige. - Hi, Diane.

Have you met Stan, my new apprentice?

All right, mate?

And all right, mate, to you too.

Wow!

What a big one you've got there.

Now, what is that? Is that 34 inches?

38 inch ultra-wide.

I mean, I dream of getting my hands on that kind of...

girth.

Why, do you do a lot of gaming?

I mean, I like to play around, if you will.

Stan here, he's got a hard drive

and he's got a lot of, erm, no makeup selfies on it,

if you catch my drift.

But he's forgotten the password.

How would he get back into it?

He'll need a decryption code that uses live memory analysis

to extract the encryption key from the security partition.

Stop with the dirty talk, you minx!

And is that decryption code something that you might be able to write?

Easily.

'Cos the guys that design hard drives are lazy wankers.

But I don't have time.

Oh... pretty please, Mr Tech Daddy.

I mean, couldn't you just tap-tap away in your little hot

Rick and Morty T-shirt?

Right. What's going on?

No one likes this T-shirt, not even my girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

- But you're gay. - No, I'm not.

Yes, you are! You've got three lip balms in your pencil holder,

change jeans before they get itchy

and I saw you watching a video of a muscly guy talking about rims.

- That was Vin Diesel on Top Gear. - You never looked at these once!

- I'm more of a leg man. - Er, hello!

Wait. Are you trying to get me to write you a code by pimping this bloke out?

- Yes. - Definitely not.

No.

Get out, before I report you to HR.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

Are those scones?

- Homemade. - With cream and jam.

Leave the scones here, come back in an hour for your code.

- And I'm gonna want your dongle. - What? No.

I said I'd flirt, he's not touching my dongle!

Just quickly, just once.

Your USB dongle, to put the code on.

Your USB dongle. Get your mind out of the gutter!

Come on. Sorry, Nige.

That's the armed bodyguard.

Mm-hmm.

Hello, Professor.

It's Tori. You know what to do.

Hey. Look, I don't know if you got any of my texts but...

my life is crazy complicated right now.

I want to explain. Call me back.

So, what's the latest with you and blue balls?

I...

kissed him and told him I loved him.

- How did he take it? - Unclear.

It was interrupted... by his girlfriend.

Awkward!

So what are you gonna do now?

I... I don't know.

What do you think she should do, eh?

She...

She should let him go.

Why?

You and him are different people.

You broke his heart so part of him will always want you back.

Which is why you should cut him loose,

for his sake and for yours.

I... I can't just let him go.

I... love him.

You also love all this mad shit.

That ain't Ben.

It's not me either. I... I've changed.

- I... I just want a settled life. - Be real.

What's living for you? Running a food shack?

Or running from bent cops?

Oi, Rani. Wait, wait.

Does this stuff turn you on?

- What stuff? Car chases.

The drug deals, the gang shit.

Oh, come on! You've got to admit, it's a bit of a thrill!

We weren't zip-lining, Rani.

My God! You're so boring!

Victor!

Why is there no water?

My damn husband has a 56 grand fish tank and I can't get one glass of this shit?

Fix it!

Right.

Yeah, so I just, er, I just shoved the old rod down the drainpipe and, erm,

plunged the U-bend with the old, erm, plunger.

That sounds like some good plumbing to me.

Whatever work you're doing

means we've got no water in the house. You need to come and take a look.

Sorry, mate, I ain't... I haven't got the manpower.

It's kids, innit, these days, you know? They're not interested in plumbing.

Just want to vape and talk about pronouns.

I mean, wait 'til their toilets overflow, right?

You are taking a look.

Right now.

Yeah, all right, mate.

Stop right there.

Is it a weekend or a bank holiday?

What are you talking about?

A little something called the Highway Code.

Ever heard of it? Rule number 238.

Drivers must not wait or park

in restricted areas during the designated times.

With the exception of weekends and bank holidays.

Now, do I look like I'm extreme caving?

Extreme caving?

Yeah. It's what I do on weekends and bank holidays.

You should see the kind of holes I've squeezed into.

All right, erm...

Luigi, why don't you, er, pull the van into this bloke's drive.

- All right. - No, you ain't doing that.

They can park there for two minutes.

And I can issue them with a £130 fine.

Well, good luck with your water, mate.

All right, fine.

Pull up on the driveway.

Pull up on the driveway.

Okay, showtime.

Inside!

Found some plumbers.

- Okay. - Er...

Okay.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, I see. All right, so, the water's not working.

Great.

Who do I make the cheque out to, Sherlock fucking Holmes?

Have you drunk any unboiled water today, madam?

Of course I have. Is that bad?

- It's not good, love. - Mm-mm.

Erm, don't worry.

Why don't we all go and we'll check all the other, erm...

- Taps. - ...taps.

Keep an eye on them.

Who the fuck is this?

Paul Blart: Mall Cop?

- What do you want now? - Shh-shh-shh.

- Do you hear that? - Hear what?

Listen.

Oh! This is bad.

- Are you the homeowner? - No.

Okay, I'm gonna need you to get the homeowner out here sharpish.

Horses, horses.

Horses.

Horses, horses.

No.

No horses. Right!

Not a chuffing horse in sight.

Nah, no water down here neither.

Cor blimey, guv'nor! Lord love a duck!

Lord love a duck? That's how plumbers speak.

Yeah, in Disney movies from the 1960s.

What are these plumbers doing?

Mrs Mathieson. - What?

We have a problem.

What's the problem?

Police Community Support Officer Diane Pemberley.

Do you have air conditioning in your property, ma'am?

Of course we do, we're rich. Even the dog kennel's climate controlled.

And are these your AC condenser units?

I don't know but if you need a plumber,

there are three of them inside looking for taps.

What if the safe is hidden in a secret compartment

behind there and is activated by a book

about horses?

Look for anything about horses. Black Beauty or Seabiscuit.

Yeah, yeah. Or that other one, the one about the horse trainer.

They made it into a film with, erm... Robert Redford.

The Sting?

What the fuck has The Sting got to do with horses?

Robert Redford cons Robert Shaw into making bets on horses!

Oh, so Smiler, in his dying breath,

told Rani the safe was behind a horse

in the hope she would remember the plot of a film made 30 years before she was born!

You've never seen any films made from before you were born?

- Oh, my God, that's it, that's it! - Ooh!

It's The Horse Whisperer!

- Do you know what this is? - An iPhone that's three years out of date?

It's a sound metre app. Okay?

Ah!

That's 45 decibels.

Yeah!

That's 80 decibels.

Do you know what the permitted decibel level is

for AC condenser units in this area?

This'll shock you, I don't.

Fifty dB.

These are measuring at 53.

We might as well be on the runway at Heathrow.

Now, do you have planning permission for your AC?

I don't know. Do we?

Whoo! Haw!

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to report you to the local authority.

And if you don't have permission, they will issue an enforcement notice

and you'll have to remove your AC immediately.

What? Why do you care?

I care 'cos this is how society breaks down.

It starts with avoiding planning permission,

or fly tipping an old fridge, but before you know it,

the mayor's hanging from a lamp post and there's gangs on three-wheeler bikes

wearing leather jackets with the spikes on.

And you'll be selling this tight little yoga bod

for baked beans and paraffin. Is that what you want?

Huh?

Hey!

Found it.

Yeah, I might try hot yoga again. It's just so hot.

Anyway, I am going to have to report that, I'm afraid.

Or how about I give you £42.50

and you spend it at the bakery of your choice?

Are you trying to bribe a Police Community Support Officer?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

What I won't pretend I didn't hear are your AC units.

All sorted, me old china!

Wait!

You forgot your thingy.

Oh, right, yeah.

My thingy. Thanks.

Follow that van! Move!

Call 'em.

Now!

Call 'em!

It worked!

We've got it!

- Headed back to Bristol now.

No, you're not. - Who's that?

It's... Burgess. He has a gun.

Pull in just up ahead. - Oh!

Please don't hurt them!

Then do as I say.

Move.

Stay where you are!

Only the bird gets out!

Take the tool box out the back of the van.

Move!

Take the hard drive out of the box.

Bring it here.

- How'd you know it was in the tool box? - Eh?

How did you know the hard drive was in the tool box?

Maybe I'm psychic.

Or maybe you should ask your friend here.

You... You sold us out?

Toodle-oo.

Yo. Yo, what we doing?

You!

- You sold us out! - Yo! We had a--

Argh!

Oi, you snake!

You snake!

Yes?

It's me. Put him on.

Burgess.

Put him on speaker.

Tell me you've got your hands on Taylor or Rekowski.

No, but I've got my hands on something

way more valuable than that.

It was in a safe in your gaff.

- Have you been in my house? - Me?

Nah.

But Rani Rekowski and her friends breezed in

and out again with a hard drive,

which I'd say is worth to you, ooh, 100K?

- Oh, come on, don't be absurd. - If what I hear is right,

if I hand this to the prosecution,

you're not walking out of pokey today.

And how do I know you have what you say you have?

Call your missus, check it out.

Quickly though 'cos I'm en route to Bristol.

And I can either hand it to your lawyer or the prosecution.

It's entirely up to you.

Toodle-oo.

Fuck! Get my wife on the phone.

Has anyone been at the house today?

- Only some useless plumbers. - Why the fuck have you let plumbers in?

I needed water. What did you want me to do? Drain your koi carp ponds?

All right, I'm in the bedroom. What's going on?

That shit drawing of a horse that Tilly did.

Just take it down.

You put a safe in our kid's bedroom? Do you know how dangerous that is?

What next, a toaster in the wet room?

Can we save the domestic 'til I'm out of prison?

Just open the safe, woman.

The code is 0569.

- There's a hard drive. - It's there? Are you sure?

Yes, it's in the safe you didn't tell me about

while my Cartier watches are in a shoebox in my knickers' drawer.

Alright. Just close the safe and put Victor back on.

What's going on?

Can you just for once do as I fucking say?

Don't fucking swear at me!

Victor, phone! It's the lousy father of my dumb kids.

So, do we have a deal?

Nothing's missing.

You tried to play me, arsehole.

I'm looking at it as we speak.

I have it right here.

Listen, I don't know what you have but it doesn't belong to me.

What does belong to me though are your testicles,

which I will be giving to my wife as fucking earrings!

Fuck!

I've only heard great things about your school,

so I am extremely keen to get my child on to your waiting list.

That is wonderful to hear, your ladyship.

Tell me, how old is your child?

Oh, they're not born yet.

Children don't start with us until they're seven years old.

Yes, but I like to plan ahead.

But I can't really add a child to the waiting list before they exist.

I'm not sure if you heard but I recently won a rather large inheritance

and, er, I do want to put a significant tranche towards supporting

young people's schooling.

Do you have grass and clay tennis courts?

No.

Would you like to?

Shall we take a tour?

I would adore that.

Ooh!

- Is everything okay? - Oh, yes.

Oh, it's... it's just the baby, probably getting excited about their new school.

Yes.

- Ow! - Oh, how alarming.

- Erm, why don't you rest here? - Yes, yes.

Oh. Ooh.

Oh! Would you mind awfully showing my baby daddy around

while I just recover?

Of course.

- Mm. What a shame.

I know you're itching to see the multi-faith prayer room.

Oh, I am!

Religion will, of course, be our kid's choice,

but, er, I am hoping for Buddhist. Whereas you're leaning more towards Islam.

Peace be upon him.

This way.

I didn't hurt you, did I?

I felt like I might have hit you a bit too hard.

Yeah, the hitting was fine.

The kicking though, too much.

Duly noted.

Mathieson.

- And we had a complete overhaul

of all the sporting facilities three years ago.

- Mm. - We should probably get back to my office.

- See how her ladyship is doing. - Absolutely.

Just a few quick questions.

Do the children here play rugby?

Yes.

- Okay. Cricket? - Yes.

- Lacrosse? - Yes.

Football, basketball, volleyball, baseball, softball or dodgeball?

Yes, yes, no, no, yes, no.

- Quidditch? - That's not a real sport.

That was a test. Good lad.

We probably should get back to my office.

- How about wrestling? - No.

- Arm wrestling? - No.

- Sumo wrestling? - No.

Mathieson, Mathieson.

Helena Mathieson.

- Karate? - No.

- Judo? - No.

- Kino mutai? - Which is?

- It's a form of Filipino self-defence. - No.

- And, er, forgive me but we should... - Ping-pong?

- Liam?

No, this is Sharon, the school secretary.

- Brontosaurus? - Yes.

- Stegosaurus? - Yes.

Tyrannosaurus?

Yes, our students learn all the dinosaurs.

- Do-you-think-he-saurus? - No, that's the punchline to the joke,

-"What do you call a blind dinosaur?" - Another test. Good lad.

I'm really sorry to bother you, Mrs Mathieson,

but, erm, little, erm, Tilly,

she's, erm, well, she's in a bit of trouble.

Er, she's been caught... dealing.

Dealing? Dealing what?

Energy drinks.

Yeah, she's been selling them to other kids

for five times what she paid for them.

Do you know where she'd get that kind of behaviour from?

No. Nothing comes to mind.

Right, right.

Well, Tilly will need to be reprimanded,

so I'm gonna need you to come down to school.

Why? I pay you 12 grand a term so that from nine to three she's your problem.

We will need you to come down.

- Can you name all these old boys? - Yes.

- Can we stand here while you do that? - No.

Oh, how did it go, darling?

I wish you could have seen the all-weather sports pitch.

Oh! Damn! You know I'm obsessed with Astro Turf. Did you take lots of photos?

Of course. How are you feeling?

Yes, good. We really must be going.

We're seeing universities this afternoon.

Gosh, you do plan ahead.

Yes.

Well, well, well.

Have you even read Appendix Six of the Highway Code?

What?

As everyone knows,

the minimum legal tyre tread depth is 1.6 millimetres.

Yours are measuring at 2.5.

So they're fine.

Sure, experts didn't recommend a minimum depth of 3 millimetres.

This car is a bloody timebomb!

On wheels that are too thin!

Now, I might let you off, but if you do this again,

then you're gonna be losing more than your hair.

How did it go?

I told him if the risk of bald tyres doesn't worry him,

then maybe the risk of a £2,000 fine and three penalty points will.

No, no. How did it go with the hard drive?

Oh.

See you back in Bristol.

Oh, come on, Haines, where are you?

- Oh, she's not picking up.

Ow!

You can drop the act now.

It's not an act.

Something's...

Argh!

Do you wanna see a doctor?

I'm fine!

I'm fine.

In a humiliation for the police, the trial of Liam Mathieson,

known as The Dean, is expected to end today,

with the judge instructing the jury to return a verdict of not guilty,

meaning Mr Mathieson is likely to go free within the hour.

Oh, my God! This is taking way too long.

We need to go somewhere safe 'til it's done.

I got this.

In you go.

DCI Monroe.

Yes, hello, sir. This is PCSO Diane Pemberley.

I'm trying to get in contact with Detective Sergeant Lucy Haines.

Do you know her current whereabouts, please, sir? Over.

She's in court.

I need to get an urgent message to her, sir. Over.

What's the message?

I am sorry I ever doubted you, ma'am. I will live with that shame forever.

Also, evidence has come to light

that exonerates your good self and Rani Rekowski,

and incriminates Liam Mathieson, aka The Dean,

and Met detective Tony Burgess in murder, drug dealing

and other very illegal behaviour...s.

If you could get this message to the judge

before The Dean is released from prison, please.

Sincerely, PCSO Diane Pemberley. End of message.

- Diane, where is-- - Over!

Where is this evidence now?

Ben.

Can we have a chat?

So, what... what...

do you think?

About us?

Giving it another go?

I do love you.

And I love you.

But we can't be together.

Look, I'm wrong for you.

You're bad for me.

That... that's not true.

We all know you live for this crazy shit.

No, not... not anymore.

Rani,

you are...

a shooting star.

You're supposed to be out there blasting off into the galaxy.

But me, I'm...

I'm just a boring old rock. You know?

I'm meant to be here,

safely on the ground.

With Tori.

Maybe.

Do you love her?

I dunno.

I kinda just met her.

But I have to give it a go to find out.

No! I've changed.

All this madness, I... I don't want that life anymore!

What life do you want?

I don't... I don't know.

But, but not this.

Just... just give us another chance.

Aargh!

Ah!

Okay, that's it, I'm getting you to a hospital, okay?

Yes!

Come on, yeah?

Sergeant Haines. Sorry. Coming through.

Official business.

Police Community Support Officer.

I've got pepper spray and I'm not afraid to use it, so let me through. Thank you.

Sergeant Haines, I know you're not bent.

That is a huge relief.

And, ma'am, I can prove it.

All rise!

Who the fuck are you?

DCI Monroe.

Your friend Diane says you have something important relating to The Dean's trial.

She also said we don't have much time, so what do you have?

Proof of The Dean's whole operation.

Supply chains, money laundering, police pay-offs.

Police pay-offs?

Yeah, look.

There's your dirty fed taking a brag from The Dean.

Aargh!

You took your time.

Sorry. Traffic's murder. M4's like a car park.

Back up required at City Farm.

I've engaged with wanted fugitive Rani Rekowski

and her accomplice Benjamin Eastfield.

They are armed and dangerous.

Aargh!

There are occasions when the judge decides that the quality of the evidence

is so tenuous or compromised

that the prosecution cannot prove the offence.

I have made the decision that in this case

the defendant must be found not guilty.

Can you confirm that your verdict is one of not guilty?

I can.

Mr Mathieson...

you are free to go.

Aargh!

Ah!

The shed!

I got you, bro.

Oh, fuck!

They're outside.

- Shh! Shh!

Shit, they're coming.

They're coming.

Well, looks like you've got yourself in a little bit of a pickle, ain't ya?

What you gonna do, hmm?

- What, you're gonna say I stabbed him too? - I am.

Another tragic case of black-on-black knife crime.

And what does The Dean want you to do about me and Ben?

Kill us like you killed Smiler?

No need. You're a wanted fugitive and her accomplice.

- Open and shut case, innit? - Is there ever really such a thing?

Isn't it gonna be way easier to tie up the Smiler case

if you have an eyewitness to his murder?

But you saw me do it, Professor.

You are the eye-bloody-witness.

What if I testified that I saw someone else kill Smiler?

Like who?

Rani, what are you doing?

She ain't selling him out, she's bang in love with him.

Yeah, I am.

But he doesn't want to be with me, so fuck him.

Rani, what is wrong with you?

You'll send an innocent kid to prison and feel okay about it?

I don't think I'll feel anything.

Maybe that's why I didn't yawn.

Guess I am a psychopath.

He knows everything we did for The Dean, the bribes, setting up Haines,

killing Smiler, the whole nine yards, right?

He does.

So what's to stop him telling all that to a jury?

What's that thing that you said in the hotel room?

Who's the jury gonna believe?

Young black kid with criminal record or two white policemen?

DCI Monroe, this is DS Haines. Is everything okay?

Everything's under control, Sergeant. Just... just stay where you are.

Mmm! Looks like we're running out of time. Do we have a deal?

Not with a gun pointed at my face.

Oh, it's a dummy.

She's lying.

It's been made safe. There's no bullets in it.

She's lying.

Get back.

Get back or I'll shoot!

I'll shoot you!

I'll shoot!

Now we have a deal.

Right...

Cold-hearted bitch, ain't she, blue balls?

This man is under arrest for the murder of Marshall Smiley.

Kindly cuff him.

- What you doing? - What's going on?

- What is this? - Do you know who I am?

- Keep still. - What's going on? What is this?

What's to stop him telling all that to a jury?

What's that thing that you said in the hotel room?

Who's the jury gonna believe?

Young black kid with criminal record or two white policemen?

Come on. Come on!

Daddy!

Liam Mathieson,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of perverting the course of justice.

- Oh, fuck! No, you're not! - Solicitation of murder--

We're not doing this again!

Victor! Victor!

Get off me!

Victor, do something!

- Fuck! - You have the right to remain silent.

What's going on, doctor? Can I see her?

Yeah, you can go in.

Oh, fuck.

Did we get him?

We got him, bro.

A-ha! Fuck!

We did it!

We did it!

Yes, we did!

We did it!

Yes!

Oh...

How are you feeling?

The doctor said I'll live.

And how are you feeling?

The pain was caused by implantation cramps.

What's that?

It's when a fertilised egg attaches itself to the lining of the uterus.

Which means?

I'm pregnant!

I'm gonna have a baby!

She's having a baby! She's having a baby!

Oh, yes!

She's having a baby, with my spunk.

- Whoo! - Congratulations!

Congratulations. Thank you.

I can't take all the credit. You know, she was quite heavily involved.

The bad boys made it.

- They got there! Yes!

Wey!

Careful. There.

So what gives rise to criminality?

As a criminologist, you will not only explore the mind of the offender,

but the social and economic conditions which give rise to criminality, so...

I still don't understand why crimes are that big a deal.

- That's what we're here to learn about. - Diane.

- Yeah? - Can I have a word?

Sure.

Just, erm, just wondered if you fancied grabbing that drink?

Oh, with you, now?

Er, yeah. Just give me a minute, ma'am.

Call me Lucy.

Okay. Oh, my God.

You'll have to get the bus. Lucy wants to get a pint.

Can I come?

I'm afraid not. It's probably more of a Cagney and Lacey kind of thing.

You know, crack open some cold cases, solve the shit out of them,

and get a curry.

This is what you've always dreamed of.

I feel like you're Lizzo, I'm your manager and you've just won a bloody Grammy!

Well, if I was Lizzo, you wouldn't be my manager.

You know, maybe one of my entourage.

- Access all areas? - Access some areas.

- Ready. - Oh.

Hey, good work this week, by the way.

See you on Monday.

This isn't a lesbian thing, Diane.

I'm a demon for the cock as well.

All right, Lucy. TMI!

I heard the, erm...

curried goat is good.

So, er...

I'm taking off.

Where are you going?

Well, I don't know yet.

Or what I'm gonna do when I get there.

Well, you're young.

You still have time to figure it out.

Yeah, so...

I thought I'd, erm...

say goodbye.

In person this time.

Goodbye.

I... I brought someone to see you.

Rani explained...

how she kissed you but you said it was over.

How you want to be with me.

All right. Look what I've been working on, right?

- The latest addition to the menu. - Yes, chef.

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♪ She said ♪

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♪ Ooh ♪

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♪ And held it in her palms ♪

♪ And waited for the sun to shine ♪

♪ She caught a falling leaf ♪

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♪ She said ♪

♪ Why don't we start from here? ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Why don't we start from here? ♪

- ♪ Why don't we start from here? ♪ - ♪ Let's go! ♪

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