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God! I don't know how my girlfriend's gonna take this.

You're not telling your girlfriend.

Anne-Marie says that trust is the bedrock of a relationship.

She broke up with her husband 'cos he finished watching Ozark without her.

Relationships don't have a bedrock.

It's all fine in the beginning when it's all roses and Prosecco.

Before you know it, you're asking Alexa to tell you she loves you.

You can't tell your girlfriend that we buried a body.

No...

God bless this grave.

Send your holy angels to watch over it.

Amen.

Rest in power.

Oh, God! We don't ever deserve to be happy.

- We are bad people. - No, we're not.

We did a bad thing.

- Again. - Again, yes.

But it's over.

Our guilt is buried.

As of this moment, we can be good.

You have to give yourself permission to be happy.

I asked you to clear this up and you've done nothing.

Stop making excuses.

But you keep making promises and then you keep breaking them.

It's... it's not good enough.

If you don't take care of this, I'll speak to someone who can

and that won't be good for you.

Are you spying on me?

No. Just gonna make a coffee. Do you want one?

Uh, yeah, thanks.

I was just on my phone to my bank...

in case you're wondering.

Hey, so...

when you was in London,

what was it that Smiler said to you that night

in the hotel room to make you go to that meeting?

What?

No, I'm just...

trying to understand why you'd meet with him that night, that's all.

He grabbed me.

He was threatening.

Okay, but...

once he let you go, you didn't have to go to the meeting.

He said, "The Dean's gonna beat the charges

and when he's out, he's gonna kill you and all your friends."

So you go to the meeting and...

Smiler's unconscious.

And then you're attacked by a mysterious stranger?

Yes! Like I said.

And then once Smiler was stabbed and then you knocked the attacker out,

why did you help Smiler?

- Why didn't you get the hell out of there?

I... I was on my way out and then, and then...

and then he called out.

Help me!

- I say... - I can't.

And he says...

Once The Dean gets out he's coming for you and your friends.

But I have pertinent information that will guarantee a custodial conviction

and ensure that he's never released.

He was very eloquent for a man with a knife in his guts.

Those weren't his exact words but that was the gist.

This information,

what was it?

Never found out.

- Did you ask him? - Yeah, of course I asked him.

I kept asking him but he was just mumbling these random words.

Flop. Sponge.

209.

What does that mean?

- Nothing. - No... It's got to mean something.

Oh, my God! Why are you giving me the third degree? Do you not believe me?

I'm s...

Yeah, course I do.

I'm just... I'm just looking for clues.

...mainly involving West Indian youths and police.

The riot began this afternoon in the St Paul's area of Bristol.

A police car has been overturned and shops have been looted

and buildings set ablaze.

Officers have withdrawn from the area, having been pelted...

This is reactive, Myrna.

You know violence undermines our message.

No, Sean. A man out there just got beaten half to death

cos people like us just talk about change instead of changing things.

- The plane leaves in two hours. - Then you better get going.

Don't do this.

Come with me.

We can still make change from Canada.

Change must come through the barrel of a gun.

Chairman Mao.

Nice role model.

Look, I have to do this, Sean.

And if you can't support me in that then...

you should just leave.

No, I don't strictly have to do that.

Their mum's probably going to get them from Montreal anyway now,

so I don't have to actually go back.

Myrna?

Did you hear me?

Uh...

No. Sorry.

Is everything okay? You haven't eaten anything.

I don't have much of an appetite.

What were you saying?

I'm meant to fly back to Toronto tomorrow, but I was thinking...

maybe I could stay in Bristol a bit longer.

Get a hotel, um, so we could see more of each other.

No, I don't think so.

Oh.

Okay.

I mean...

why get a hotel when...

I have a queen-size bed?

Are you sure?

We have to give ourselves permission to be happy.

Mm.

It's been six months since I last used drugs or alcohol.

Almost fell off the wagon when they told me I wasn't famous enough

to go on Celebs Go Dating.

Especially when they'll take girls from Love Island,

who have to provide two utility bills to prove who they are.

So, yes.

There are moments of stress when I want to self-medicate.

Like now.

I've just found out that if I ever want to be a mother,

I only have two months to get pregnant.

And it's...

dredging up all sorts of feelings.

My mother killed herself

and my dad was never there.

I am an addict.

With my DNA am I even fit to be a mother?

Your daughter maintains you mismanaged

money bequeathed to her by her late mother.

She's suing for the entire amount.

£4 million.

She's an alcoholic. What's she buying with £4 million? A new liver?

Well, we don't want this going to court next week, sir,

so I suggest we up the settlement offer.

I'm sure Greg can be persuaded to accept.

- Who? - Greg Dillard.

Your daughter's legal adviser.

- You've met him, sir. - Have I?

Yes, sir. Gangly, glasses.

No, I can't place him.

- Dresses like a Polish Mormon. - No.

He looks like what you'd draw if you were playing Pictionary

and the card said "giant paedophile".

Ah, yes, Greg Dillard, I know him.

Oh, God!

Greg earned a third-class law degree from the University of Smethwick.

Didn't that used to be a polytechnic?

Used to be a car wash. The entry requirement is...

just turn up.

Dillard's hobbies include

chess, country walks and soliciting prostitutes for oral sex.

- Oh, he sounds like an Archbishop I know.

- Spencer here worked alongside... - Above.

...with Dillard at Northcott Marling. We retained his services

because it's essential to know what your enemy's going to do before they do.

At this previous firm, was Dillard trusted to work the big cases?

Sir, he wasn't trusted to work the photocopier.

After 11 years, he wasn't promoted once,

so walked out on the arm of a paralegal named Anne-Marie.

- First message. - Hi, love. Me again.

It's now 9:30pm.

Let me know what you had for dinner.

I grabbed a Ginsters.

Give me a bell whenever.

- Next message. - Hey love.

Meant to say, there's a moussaka from Lidl in your fridge

that needs eating by tomorrow.

It's 10:17pm. I'm on the mobile.

Next message.

Do not eat the moussaka!

It's now 12:30am, so it's past its use-by date.

Repeat, moussaka is spoiled.

Next message.

Morning, love. It's your boyfriend...

Greg.

Since then, he's been peddling legal advice online.

He's had two cases in six months,

the biggest of which was working for a businessman called John Halloran,

who was suing his father for control of the family business.

Did he win?

No, your Lordship. Greg lost so badly, the judge gave him a hug.

Halloran Junior is still paying costs and has a seat on the company board,

but no power or authority.

So, all are agreed that we accept the middle estimate of 40,000, yep?

- Yes. - All are not agreed.

Well, I don't see why we need air conditioning on the factory floor.

We've been through this, John.

Working conditions are becoming really tough in the summer months.

The union have been lobbying about this for years.

It's a good strategic "give" to them.

- The last thing we need is a walkout. - Let them walk out.

There's Ukrainians gagging for this kind of work.

Just think about what the company gains, Dad.

A committed workforce that feels supported.

And that's key to hitting production targets.

Oh, hello.

Anyone order a taxi?

I'm an Executive Driver, Dad.

And you should listen to your board.

And you should get to the station.

The London train'll be in soon

and those real businessmen will need cabs.

And a deep breath out.

And repeat with me:

I am blooming as a flower and float through stress

like petals in the wind.

I am blooming as a flower. I float...

John.

Can we talk about your old man?

He's getting worse.

You knew what he was like when you got into business with him.

Yeah, I know, but he's twice as stubborn now.

- Can you have a word with him? - I can't. No, sorry.

It's not my job anymore.

I'm on a different path.

- Please! John!

- I'd owe you. - No, I'm sorry, no.

He stays out of my way, I stay out of his.

If I go to trial, is there any chance this Dillard can win the case?

There's more chance of Meghan letting Harry FaceTime his dad.

If you're saying Gabby's lawyer is a whore-mongering imbecile

with the face of a kiddie fiddler, why am I settling?

Because your good name will be dragged through the courts, my Lord.

We want to settle this and be done with it.

How much are you proposing I offer my daughter?

Are you fucking high?

Is it legal to film people without their consent?

Did they worry about consent when they caught Jack the Ripper?

But they never caught Jack the Ripper.

Yeah, too worried about consent.

Look, I'm using my initiative as a trusted PCSO

to follow up on a lead that was brought directly to me by DS Selforth.

If these guys are hiding something,

I'll soon find out about it.

Check this out.

Day three in the Big Brother house.

And after last night, the hot tub will need draining.

No. I'll do the accents, all right?

Diane is prepping for today's task, surveillance.

Stan is getting her a protein shake and a large pasty.

With his own money.

- I've got to go. - Mm, no...

- Stay!

Oh, you make me so wet!

- Oh, just walking in. Just coming home.

- Hi. Hello. All right? - Oh, Greg, hi.

- Hi, Greg. - Hi.

- Sarah's just leaving. - Yeah.

- Ah, bye, Sarah. - All right, see ya.

Oh!

Bye!

So, what did they say?

- Well, they upped the offer substantially. - How substantially?

A quarter of a million pounds?

You're welcome. Amazing, right?

- Wrong! It's not enough. - Sorry, what?

My mother left me £4 million, Greg, and my dad pissed it away.

I'm not letting him get away with this.

We can't win. I've never tried a case in open court.

You'll be fine. It's just a lot of "objection",

"overruled", "you can't handle the truth".

Your father's got a team of top lawyers with unlimited resources.

I bought my laptop at a car boot sale.

Take the settlement, all right? A quarter of a mil's a lot of money.

Raising a baby will cost way more.

Have you decided? You having a baby?

It... I haven't... I haven't quite decided yet.

Well, what does Sarah think?

I haven't told her yet.

- Don't you think you should mention it? - No, I will.

I just have to find the right moment.

Don't you think she'll make the most wonderful mother?

Y... Yeah. I... Y... Yeah.

- I, yeah, I think she probably will, yeah. - What?

Well, you just... you haven't always chosen the best girlfriends.

Such as?

- That Russian gymnast. - Olga was beautiful and very caring.

She stole £8,000 from you.

- To get her father out of prison. - We've been through this.

That was her husband. He was in the Estonian mafia.

- What's this got to do with Sarah? - Well, how well do you know her?

You know, what's her background? Family history?

Has she got savings? Speeding tickets?

Addiction issues? A criminal record?

Well, who do you think she is, me?

I just think you need to find out if she'd be a suitable mother

before you raise a child with her.

What makes you so sure they'll say something in the shed?

PCSO instinct.

You can't teach this kind of hunch.

Wish I could. I could charge a fortune.

I'm glad you can't 'cos I'd be broke.

- Unless you'd give me mates rates? - I wouldn't.

I couldn't sleep last night.

You know that story "The Tell-Tale Heart"?

About the bloke who kills someone, buries the body,

thinks he can still hear the heart beating?

- That's happening to me. - Please stop panicking!

How? I can't shake the image of the body.

Lying there, still, completely lifeless,

staring up at me, nothing behind the eyes.

No, he's just talking about his sex life.

I don't ever want to be put in that position again.

There we go.

What's your verdict on Rani?

- You mean, do I think she's a psycho? - Yeah.

She turns up yesterday with that body,

all business, ice cold and calculated.

Yeah, I know. I mean, despite the position that she's in,

she just seems to show no emotion.

That is what scares me.

I don't know what she's capable of.

Yeah. Furthermore, she's got us doing her dirty work.

- Yeah! - Again.

She just clicks her fingers and we all jump.

Told you they fear me. So cool.

- Are they talking about you? - Mm-hmm.

Can you believe there was a time I thought I was in love with her?

Ooh!

- Did you know that? - No.

Doesn't surprise me. He's been eye banging me since day one.

Well, he's only human.

That beanpole told me he loved me too.

I had to mace him once 'cos he tried to jump my bones.

- Well, you know the issue.

Your uniform's too tight. It drives men crazy.

You're like a West Country Lizzo.

Hey, John, come here.

Greg.

Myrna.

So this morning I drilled Rani.

You had sex with a murderer?! You horn dog.

Drilled her for information.

Oh.

She told me that Smiler said when The Dean gets out,

he's gonna come and find us.

So we can all celebrate together

with a Ploughman's, nice game of darts?

So he can kill us!

- Even me? - Well, yeah.

That's so unfair.

I barely did anything in this group. I'm like Bez.

This is my punishment for letting Sean move in.

For giving myself permission to be happy.

Look, she also said that Smiler may have some information

which could put The Dean inside for certain.

What information? We need that information. What's the information?

Well, it's hard because she said that he was rambling,

that she could only make out a few words and numbers.

Uh, flop, sponge, knee, 209.

What3words.

- Flop, sponge, knee. - No, what3words.

- Flop, sponge, knee, he just said. - Yeah, what3words.

- He just said! - Greg!

The mapping software called what3words.

What?!

Every three square metres of the entire world

has been designated three random words.

It's navigation software. It's used by delivery drivers, emergency vehicles...

cab drivers.

I still don't understand.

Smiler was giving Rani

a very specific location.

Flop, sponge, knee.

Yeah.

It's a storage facility in London.

So?

Do we think that Smiler could be storing something there?

- Well, maybe. - What, so we're just believing Rani now?

Well, why would she make that up?

To bolster her lies.

So that we just believe she didn't kill Smiler in cold blood.

What if Rani's telling the truth?

I mean, it makes sense that The Dean wants us dead.

Look, if this information is enough to keep The Dean inside for good,

can we afford not to believe her?

According to their website they've got hundreds of units.

We'd never find Smiler's.

Unless...

it's number 209.

Mm-hmm.

I guess we could drive up to London and check it out.

Oh. It says they use state-of-the-art thumb print access, so...

So, we just dig up Smiler

and hack off his thumbs.

Yeah.

No.

No, no, no. No, no, no!

- No! - What other choice do we have?

We have to know what's in the storage facility.

No! No. We buried our guilt.

We're good people again.

I float through stress like petals in the wind.

I'm blooming as a flower and float through stress like petals in the wind.

- I am blooming as a flower...

...and float through stress like petals in the wind. I swear to God.

Hey!

Me and you.

We can never happen, okay?

- What? - Look, you're a handsome guy.

Sure, I like a bit of rough.

I would have ruined you.

But you're a convicted felon and I'm a PCSO.

I'm sorry.

I know how much this must hurt.

But listen...

I'll send you a nude selfie to remember me by.

It's the best I can do.

Also, you two, no fighting over me, all right?

That's an order.

Blame it on my juice.

Lizzo. Iconic.

That's it!

Oh, God! That's it! Oh!

- Can you drive?

You want to swap places?

No, do you have a clean driving licence?

I didn't know it was needed but, yeah.

Ooh!

Gabby!

Are you making the most of your annual ISA allowance?

Uh...

Yeah.

What would you do if you saw a toddler swallow a marble?

Okay, something is going on with you, what is it?

So these polyps could come back, so if I want to be a mother

I have to get pregnant in the next two months.

So, do you want to have a baby with me?

Gabby, how long have we been together?

Oh, I'm really bad with dates. Um...

Is it five months?

Three weeks.

You're saying you're ready for the next stage? Great.

No, I'm saying having a baby together's a bit sudden.

Even for lesbians. We never even got a cat.

I don't have the luxury of time.

No, I know you don't.

But I do.

And I cannot express enough the importance of detailed notes

to be taken at the crime scene describing the location, the layout,

the condition of the scene itself.

Oh, time's run away with me. Next week, we will get on to interview procedure

and techniques once the suspect is in custody.

That's all.

Wow!

Whoo!

Thank you.

- Ma'am, can I ask you something? - Yeah.

If you were to taser someone, where would you aim, the chest or the knackers?

Whichever feels right for you.

Knackers then, yeah.

Just so you know, my surveillance operation at City Farm

is on like Donkey Kong.

What surveillance operation?

Oh, surveillance instigated by DS Selforth when he came to visit me.

Rob visited you?

DS Selforth's name's Rob? I never had him down as a Rob.

Yeah. What did you think it was?

I dunno, just Selforth.

You know, like Cher.

No, he has two names like other humans.

- What did he want?

He was just checking details of that day you arrested the drug dealer guy,

- The Don. - The Dean.

See, he's got one name.

Checking which details?

Oh, various things. If you ever had any private meetings with Rani Rekowski.

Is everything all right, ma'am?

Yes.

He was just getting our case in order for the trial.

Oh, right, yeah. I testify myself tomorrow.

So, do you fancy getting a drink, chew things over?

- Can't tonight. - Yeah, no, I can't either.

Taking my mum to Boozy Bingo.

Actually, I need to remember my taser.

Some of these old birds can really kick off.

Is this even the right spot? I feel like we were further in.

No, I definitely remember that we buried him near a tree.

- What kind of tree? - Uh...

- I don't know. - Oh, okay, good.

So you've narrowed it down to "near a tree in the woods".

Thank you very much, Ray Mears.

You should have used that three word thing.

Well, hey, in my defence, Greg,

I didn't know I'd be popping back to dig up the corpse that I helped bury!

Oh, God, we are bad people!

Good people aren't out in the middle of the night digging up dead bodies!

Apparently, neither are you. Is that a fucking Peperami?

Yeah.

Anne-Marie says I need snacks or my blood sugar dips

and I get hangry.

You wouldn't like me when I'm hangry.

You didn't tell her anything about any of this, did you?

No. But I have to tell someone.

I'm getting anxiety, hot flushes, sleepless nights.

Sounds like the menopause. You might want to check for vaginal dryness.

Greg, you cannot tell your girlfriend about any of this.

But surely I can trust the woman I love.

No, you can't.

Because relationships are like an un-serviced boiler.

It's all nice and warm and cosy, and then suddenly,

the pilot light goes out and you find yourself sleeping in your car.

John, what is going on with you?

Nothing's going on, Myrns, I'm fine.

No, you are not fine.

If this is about your boiler, you should get a pre-payment service plan,

only 12 quid a month. Probably spend more on coffee.

The boiler was a metaphor!

What is going on with you?

Ruth and I have, uh, consciously uncoupled.

What?

We are momentarily un-together.

Oh.

What happened?

It doesn't matter what happened!

John, we are friends.

You can talk to me.

You want a divorce?!

No, it's not a divorce.

- It's a trial separation. - Why would we do that?

- Because you're clearly not happy. - I'm happy!

No, you're not, John, and that's making me unhappy.

Look, I can do... I can do any of my figuring out in the spare room.

You know?

Or is this about the driving? 'Cos I'll get another job.

- I'll get a better job. - It's not about your job.

It's about you dealing with all your anger, all your frustration.

Ever since we failed to sue your father,

your emotions have been all over the place.

No, they haven't.

You cried when Traffic Cone got knocked out of Masked Singer.

- Because Aled Jones was robbed!

I wish I could help but I can't. Only you can do that.

You need time and space to figure out what's going on with you,

how to move forward, how to be happy.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because I'm handling it.

Because I have my mindfulness app.

I'm keeping my father at arm's length.

It's my daughter's 13th birthday in a few days

and when I walk into that girl's birthday party,

I'm telling you right now, I will be...

It'll be figured out.

Can I just apologise again for failing to help you sue your dad?

All part of the journey, friend.

No hard feelings, eh?

Just so you know, um,

if you'd got a couple of board members together,

you could have called a vote of no confidence, squeezed your dad out.

Hmm?

I'm just saying that would have been cheaper and easier than suing him.

Why didn't you suggest this at the time, Greg?

Uh... W... I...

Pretty sure I did actually, it's just...

you seemed quite determined to sue your...

- Argh!

You ruined me!

My life went to shit when you lost my case!

- John! - I would've thought with those glasses

you would've been able to read the fucking small print!

John! Remember your mantra. I am blooming...

Fuck my mantra, Myrns!

I'm not blooming like a flower.

I've got blight and I've got black spots because of this one!

Look, we'll just end up having to dig two graves!

But, Myrna, you haven't even dug one grave yet!

Uh!

- What?

Uh! Ah!

God!

Who's gonna, uh, do the honours with the old...

- I... I can't look at that.

- Ooh!

- Hey, do you see...

- Dog walker.

Dog walker, dog walker, dog walker, dog walker!

- Ooh! Ooh!

Good girl. Come on then. Come on.

- He's gonna find him! - Shhh!

What do we do with these?

In hindsight, clingfilm would've been better.

- What have you found, boy?

- Eh?

Holy shit!

- Oh!

Yeah, police, please. I've found a body.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'll look it up now.

Hunch, bumpy, strut.

Oh, he's using the wordy thing. I told you we should've done that.

We're trapped!

How are you hungry?!

- Chester! Oh!

- Go! - Chester?

Well, it would be my baby in terms of the ultimate responsibility.

I thought the offer was to co-parent.

Oh, it is, it is. I'm just trying to make it easier for you.

There is no easy way, Gabby.

You can't diminish the size of this just so I'll say yeah.

It's still a baby.

And we've only just met.

I want to be a mother, Sarah.

I want to bring a baby into the world and show it that it...

it can be a beautiful place and that a mother can...

can be present and happy and healthy.

And loving and caring.

I think that's great, Gabby.

But that's not my journey, it's yours.

Couldn't you date a mother-to-be?

I promise I'll be one of those really cool mums at music festivals

with the baby wearing headphones in a papoose.

And nothing will be ruined downstairs. I am too posh to push.

I will have a C-section and a tummy tuck in the same afternoon.

Listen to me.

You do not have to make those promises.

You do whatever you have to do to bring a healthy baby into the world.

Just not with me.

I'm sorry.

John.

We agreed you can't just drop round.

Yeah, I know. I'm not coming in, it's okay.

I just want you to know that I know how to make myself happy.

I know how to move forward and it's happening, Ruth.

Okay? And tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.

Hey.

Why have you been speaking to Diane Pemberley about me?

- What are those? - You tell me.

I found them in your desk.

Why the hell were you looking in my desk?

Gaffer's orders.

It was either me or Counter Corruption.

What are these?

A Swiss bank account in your name

and a burner phone with only two people's numbers on it.

One of them's a drug dealer and the other's Rani Rekowski.

Sorry, what are you accusing me of?

I'm not accusing you, Luce.

I just know how it will play out in court.

What have you told the gaffer?

Nothing.

What do you want me to do?

Bury it?

Is that a test?

I have nothing to hide, Rob.

Oh, John, I wasn't expecting to see you.

- Let's take the bastard down. - What?

Organise a vote of no confidence in my dad.

Board'll be split 50/50, I'll have the deciding vote.

Dad's out. You reinstate me as general manager.

And you'd be okay to do this to your own father?

It's just business.

And also, fuck him.

Forensics reckon he's been dead around 60 hours.

Whoever dumped him took his personal belongings.

And his thumbs.

- Any luck ID-ing him? - Yeah, he's an associate of The Dean.

His name's Marshall Smiley.

Also known as Smiler.

Would you care to identify yourself?

DS Tony Burgess, Met Police.

Love the beige mac. Big Columbo fan?

What's the Met doing down here?

Trying to dig up a missing informant but looks like you've done it for me.

He was your informant?

Once a week, we'd get together, share a bit of gossip

and a nice charcuterie platter.

But this week he never showed up.

Speed camera caught his car doing 80 on the M4.

Only Smiler wasn't driving.

Huh! Gasp.

- Who was? - This little minx.

- I know her. That's Rani... - Rani Rekowski.

PNC has her on the system.

- Do you know where to find her? - Ooh! Ask me! Ask me!

Ever heard of a Benjamin Eastfield?

Do you know why I'm here?

Yeah! Your mum and dad never liked you!

There's been a hostile takeover.

It's time for you to close up shop and retire.

- You get me? You get me? - Yeah.

Argh!

What happened to your neck?

This is a love bite that I got from Big Dave on E wing,

during the prison dinner dance.

I was sent a fucking message!

That's what it is. What's going on out there?

The Colombians have taken their business elsewhere.

And what's Jonas doing about it?

Nothing.

He went over to the Albanians.

Mullen and Bowers too.

Where's the bloody loyalty?!

Jesus! I spend 20 years building my business.

I'm in here six months and it's in bloody flames.

I need to get out now!

Your trial starts today. You have to trust my process.

Screw your process.

I was set up and people need to confess.

No one's going to confess.

People will do anything, they just need the right incentive.

Police! Open up!

Open up!

Hello!

There, there, here. I'll take the front room.

- Hello, Ben. - Search everything.

- What's going on? - We have a warrant to search this address

in connection with a body found this morning in Leigh Woods.

Where were you between the hours of 10:00pm and 6:00am last night?

- I was here. Sleeping. - Do you know where Rani is?

- Come on, this way. - No.

Don't lie to us, Ben. This is serious.

Look, I haven't seen her since we broke up.

She dumped you on the train, right?

Is it true you locked yourself in the disabled toilet

and played Adele all the way to Plymouth?

- Open the door! Open the door! - Open the door!

Open the door now!

Sarge.

Well done.

We're looking for 209.

- Anything? - No.

Myrns!

Come, come.

Here, here.

Oh!

Mm.

- Everything okay?

- Yep. Mm-hmm. - Yeah. Great.

Thanks.

- Oh.

- Ooh, d...

Ooh! John!

- No!

Shit!

Right. Come on.

Oh!

Myrns.

- Oh!

- Yes!

See what's on that phone.

Phone's locked.

Huh!

It's wiped. No emails, texts, nothing.

Video.

Hey, baby.

I know you said it was a mad idea

but I can't see no future where we ain't looking over our shoulders.

So I'm on my way to meet the brain box.

Now, I know what you're thinking.

But if she can get us in The Dean's gaff and we boost his hard drive, he's done.

So I gotta try.

But if you're watching this it means I've screwed up.

So get straight on that plane, live your life,

and know that I love you and our gorgeous girl with all my heart.

Come on.

The trial of alleged drug kingpin Liam Mathieson

gets underway today in the centre of...

Yeah, I'm gonna be up there in a minute, taking the stand.

Telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

I'm the prosecution's top-shelf witness.

Bit like a top-shelf whisky. Comes out for important occasions.

Deep and full of character.

- Spicy and complex. - Mm.

Smooth finish but still packs a punch.

Full-bodied and aged for years.

- There, you see, you took it too far. - I'm so sorry.

Miss Pemberley, how long have you worked for Bristol Probation Service?

Seven years, man and boy.

And you've been a Police Community Support Officer for...?

Six months.

You'd get less for murder.

No, you wouldn't. You'd get 15 to 30 years for murder,

depending on the nature of the offence.

- For instance... - Kindly leave the sentencing to me.

Yes, milord.

Following a visit to a community centre opening,

narcotics were found in the boot of my client's car by Detective Sergeant Haines.

Mr Mathieson contends that, unbeknownst to him,

the narcotics were placed in his car by criminals in league with Sergeant Haines.

Criminals allegedly under your supervision.

Is that a valid contention?

Un-valid.

Said criminals know that I do not tolerate misbehaviour.

Insubordination is like water sports on a first date.

Not having it.

She knows.

Plus I was with them throughout the opening,

so they did not have time to plant anything without me seeing.

You weren't otherwise engaged at any point?

Don't know what you mean.

Are you familiar with the word porta-potty?

- Could you use it in a sentence, please? - Mm.

You didn't, for instance, find yourself trapped for 11 minutes

inside a porta-potty?

No, I rocked it back and forth, toppled it to its side,

them performed a professional Eskimo roll that I'd learnt at canoe club.

Does that sound like someone who's "trapped" inside a shitter?

Quiet!

Is it true you have aspirations to become a police detective,

like DS Haines?

It is.

Will you tell the court some of the nicknames you've been given

based on your desire to become a police detective?

Um...

- Poundland Poirot.

Crappy Valley.

Scooby Don't.

- Um...

Line Of Judy with Thicky McClure.

- Um... - And who gave you these nicknames?

Criminals?

- Uh, colleagues.

Stop it!

That is all.

I've been calling. Did you not get my messages? I've been worried.

I didn't eat the moussaka.

Well, speaking of, um,

there's something that's eating me up

that I have to tell you.

- God, I don't even know where to start. - I need to tell you something too.

Oh, well, ladies first, obvs.

Greg, you and I...

we need to split up.

What? Why?

Is it 'cos I'm needy? I bet it's 'cos I'm needy, I'm super needy.

- 'Cos I'm needy? - No, it's not that.

- You don't think I'm needy? - Yes.

I think you're the neediest person I've ever met.

- Including children? - Yes, including children.

- But that's not why we need to split up. - Why then?

Graeme.

My ex-husband.

He and I, we've been seeing each other.

We were together the last few nights, which is why I missed your calls.

We want to give it another go.

But he watched Ozark without you!

Well, he says he's willing to start again, from the beginning.

Well...

Oh, Greg, it's no reflection on you.

It's just that Graeme and I, we have a history.

A sexual chemistry.

He understands my body and what to do with it.

Whereas you just point

and look confused like you're trying to order an ice cream in Spain.

Do you know the Spanish for rum and raisin?

I think you're missing the point, Greg.

Graeme and I have to give it another go.

I think I need to leave now.

Oh, what... what did you want to tell me?

Nothing important.

Hey.

Where have you been?

I need to tell you something, Sean.

And when you've heard it, if you want to leave or...

report me or whatever,

I understand.

Remember that night during the riots when you left?

I regret it every day.

It kept us apart for too long.

I firebombed that police station, like I said I would.

Only, it wasn't empty.

A policeman died.

I know.

Well, not for certain, but I guessed as much.

When I first got to Toronto, my mother would send me

the clippings of The Evening Post.

I read about the firebombing.

I put two and two together.

I am a bad person, Sean.

You were young.

You made a terrible mistake.

I killed a man.

It was an accident.

You were fighting a bigger fight.

I'm still guilty.

And I'm sure you feel that guilt every day.

But from what The Evening Post told me, you've done a lot of good work

for a lot of deserving people in the intervening years.

You're allowed to forgive yourself.

How are you so bloody understanding?

I'm a psychologist.

It's my job.

Darling! Where have you been?

I went to see Anne-Marie and she...

You need to call my dad's lawyers. I'm not taking the settlement.

- Oh, Gabby, that's a bad idea. - I'm the boss, sweetie.

Get them on the phone.

Come on, Greg!

♪ I've been trying to do it right ♪

- ♪ I've been living a lonely life ♪

♪ I've been sleeping here instead ♪

♪ I've been sleeping in my bed ♪

♪ Sleeping in my bed ♪

Hey!

- ♪ So show me family ♪

Oh for fu...

- Sorry, love. - Hello?

Greg before wicket, I'm with a date. Why are you calling me now?

Confuse my number with the sexual health clinic again?

The results are still negative. You need to have sex to catch something, mate.

Yeah, you can't get an STD from staring at women on the bus, Greg.

I'm calling about the settlement offer.

Lady Gabby says...

"No deal."

- See you in court.

Greggers can't be choosers. Real talk, mate.

We'll drown you in paperwork then destroy you in court.

This will be more humiliating than the time you called the judge

"Mummy" and he won't hug you better this time.

So you tell Lady Gabriella "Fame-Whore"

that we'll screw her harder than that Russian gymnast.

Lady Gabriella "Fame-Whore" speaking.

H-hello, Your Ladyship.

You can tell my father that I know he stole

the 4 million quid my mother left me,

and I'm coming for it.

Because I've decided to become a mum myself and I'm going to raise a child

on my own and every time I run into trouble, I'm going to say,

"What would my father do?"

And then do the exact fucking opposite.

Sarah bailed.

You really gonna do this on your own?

No, sweetie, I have you.

Hello?

If Rani Rekowski is your ex-girlfriend,

why is she living in your flat?

She's not living there.

She needed a place to stay.

- I gave her a room for the night. - Yeah?

Only thing my ex ever give me was pubic lice...

and a son called Bertie, who's a right little ponce.

Plays the French horn.

Out of choice.

So did you knob Rani for old times' sake,

then bury the bloke she stabbed,

or was it stab then knob?

I didn't sleep with Rani.

So you buried him but she didn't put out?

Oh, blue balls!

She's mugged you off...

when she should have tugged you off.

Look, I didn't bury anybody

because there's no way that Rani killed someone.

Nah? 'Cos we've run tests on the knife.

It matches the DNA of the victim.

And your ex's prints...

are all over it.

Are you gonna charge my client?

Not today.

But I wouldn't go booking any holidays, Blue Balls.

Away you go.

Don't worry, you can still book a holiday if it's ATOL protected.

Won't be driving this thing come Monday.

I'm taking my old job back.

I'm in senior management. Yourself?

- I'm a lawyer. - Oh.

Lovely family.

Is your wife excited about your new job?

She will be when I tell her.

Glad to hear it.

A man should take care of his family.

So easy for harm to befall them.

As a lawyer I see terrible things happen to nice people all the time.

Like my client, for instance,

who's on trial because of some naughty things

you and your friends did.

Before I got there, you didn't, um... What's the phrase?

Uh, squeal like a little bitch, did you?

No, Greg.

- Got any change? - Nah, sorry.

Who carries change anymore?

Ben, Ben!

No. Stay away from me!

- I didn't do this! I didn't do... - They found the murder weapon in your bag.

That doesn't make me a murderer!

Oh, come on, Netflix are probably making a documentary about you.

That policeman searching your flat, he's the one who killed Smiler, not me.

Seriously?

Killer cops?

Look, I don't wanna hear your lies no more, Rani.

The Dean was wondering if you and your friends are free

to give evidence in his trial.

Why would we do that?

So you can tell the jury that Rani Rekowski

conspired with Christian Taylor and Detective Sergeant Haines

to plant evidence in the boot of his car.

That never happened.

But you'll all stand in the witness box and say it did.

And if we don't?

Then I'll have to tell my client

and he has quite the temper.

So you'll have to pray he doesn't take it out on your lovely family.

Please! I can prove I'm innocent. I just...

- I just need your help. - We helped you already.

We hid a body for you!

I sawed off a man's thumbs and can never forget that.

Do you know how many times a day you look at your thumbs?

'Cos I do!

We can stop the guilt if we prove who really killed him

and I have a plan to do that.

No, no, no! And... And if we can't then... then you can turn me in yourselves.

I'll take the blame for... for Smiler, for the drug dealing, for everything.

I just need you to trust me...

one last time.