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Dr. Brighton. Paging Dr. Brighton.

-Has he gone? -Far from it, Caroline.

We saw the crash team dive in.

They've identified a bleed which they wouldn't have spotted,

So... fingers crossed.

Straight home.

I’m with you, Caroline. I’m fucking gutted.

God bless you.

Call Miller for wet work. I want Beckett’s corpse shifted now.

Open up.

-You're asking for a favour? -Yeah, thanks.

-I was wondering-- -No, no, I just wanted to ask,

who the fuck do you think you are asking for a favour from us?

Is Beckett dead or alive?

Working out how to spin our defence, Dennis?

I know Special Branch are involved,

so I know I probably won’t even get a lawyer.

He’s a friend. We go back. Is he dead or alive?

That's the very least I deserve.

Okay, for your information, I’ve just come from St. Marks.

I forget how they put it. His...

body has a medical memory of survival.

He's back into surgery. They’re less worried about him

than when he came in.

Respect for that.

Close it.

We can’t let you talk to him, Bonnie.

What you did in there was an act of cruelty.

We.

You’re meant to be in the other building.

If Taylor realises he’s seen you before...

Mind you, he thinks you all look alike, racist prick.

You can’t be here, Bonnie.

You total fucking piece of shit!

Whoa, whoa whoa!

Get off me.

-We're called to a rape. -Aye!

If he’d been up to it, it would’ve!

But you met your match, didn’t you, freak?

Get off!

-What do I do with that? -What?

I’ve got that shit’s skin under me fingernails!

I’d just got ready to go to a mate’s party.

When the door goes. I think it’s the cab turning up early,

so I open the door.

He just smiles and hovers, and says "Hi, it’s Dean."

I say I’ve no recollection of him, so I go to shut the door.

He blocks it with his foot and he pushes me back.

I try screaming, but he shoves a sock in my mouth.

And it’s a dirty sock and all, so all I can taste is feet.

Then he tries ripping me top off,

so I grab a ballpoint from the table. I smack it in his ear.

He goes down screaming and he doesn’t get up again.

I couldn't let him.

We’ll need to take some samples from you.

You do know he didn’t get to stick anything in, don’t you?

Er... it says his genitals were exposed during the fight

Oh yeah. I got that with my shoe and all.

That won’t see the light of day for a while.

I’m glad I paid what I did for me shoes now.

You never know, do you?

Rapist introduces himself with his full name? Dean Wayne?

How’s that smart if you don’t want catching?

Unless he was planning to kill her.

Sixty six...

St. Stephen’s Crescent, Salford, S...

six five...

seven SC.

-What’s your special story, Dean? -It were an invitation.

-From Christine? To rape her? -Yes.

And what did she do wrong, Dean?

-Say "No"? -Yes.

I am in... "As You Like It"... the... the club.

Being?

A membership-only rape fantasy forum, which is nearly 300 quid a year.

I got an introduction, do you know what I mean?

I, I had to sign all kinds of... bonds.

-"Bonds" being? -Terms of engagement.

You know, I'm going to get a warning if I'm in for a pasting.

They have a lot of rules.

I’m giving the rape case to DCI Taylor.

Viv, no, he’s not fit to deal with a--

Well, it’s pointedly not a rape case, is it?

Thank God, but the interview I just observed makes it

skewy enough to keep him occupied.

We’re activating your Operation Dead Beckett. I’ll break it to Terry.

-We'll need him out of the way. -Fair do’s.

You’ll be gutted when it’s broken to you?

Brief the others.

Tell anyone who wants to pull out, it’s now or never.

Scratch that last bit. Just say it's now.

Joe Beckett’s pulling through, sir. We’re unexpectedly hopeful.

Are you thinking ‘death threats’, sir?

-We’ve all had ‘em. -Not as many as me.

When the Diddums brothers went to jail and sent me threats,

I got drunk and wrote back to ‘em.

"Get your facts right.

"Maizie Gillespie was in charge of that team. Pick on her."

And that’s how I ended up back at the bottom.

Still, at least I don’t have a death on my Christian conscience.

Well he’s still pissing down his leg and slavering a grudge.

But given the original odds, we still have good hands on big evidence.

-I appreciate the update, Inspector. -Terry?

I know you must be up to your eyes in stuff, but I’ve a favour to ask.

We’ve an odd case transpiring.

It needs careful handling by a senior officer,

and I simply don’t have the time.

What we looking at?

It’s an attempted rape case. She was home alone,

but she kicked seven bells out of him.

He was the only physical casualty.

But me laddo’s a member of a rape fantasy introduction club.

He says he entered into a contract

with the woman for invasive rape fantasy protocol.

-Recordings of the interview, ma'am. -Oh, yes, um...

Jonah, I’m asking DCI Taylor to take over this case.

-Ma'am? -Jonah, you’ll still be attached.

But Dinah... This case is gonna require more patience and wisdom

than Sgt. Kowolska’s got right now, quite frankly.

Terry’ll look after you. Watch and learn.

-Give me a sec to break it to Dinah. -No don’t sweat it, Viv.

She’s doesn’t like me anyway. I’ll do it.

Did this lass strike you as some kind of head-the-ball?

Not in the least, sir.

It’s the ‘Not in the Least’ club that always turn out to be,

at the very least, head-the-balls.

Let’s start there and save us some taxes, eh?

-The rape case, you know? -Yeah.

Deering's asked me to do it.

-Why's she asked you? -Because you--

What’s the face for?

Can I buy another burner phone off you?

Mine got nicked out me bag, or I’ve lost it as my purse was there.

Help yourself.

Offer a good reward and always take a gift.

Those are the ones I had to confiscate from me mum.

Stick it in me Joy Pot.

Come over here, this’ll cheer you up!

Terry thinks that he’s breaking bad news to Dinah over there.

Viv?!

-This is a joke! -Hey hey hey! The fuck?!

She wasn't that bad.

We’re all unanimous in thinking Terry is feeding back to McCoy.

I’d like to hear that for myself.

If I’m to pull this one off, I’m gonna need a covert credit line.

Nothing I can do on my budgets that won’t alert Terry.

I've had a dialogue with Special Branch

since before I resigned. Have to be on their tab.

Remind them. The last 40 grand they stumped up

yielded very good rewards. We got Beckett.

He's not a bank. His biggest temptation is gonna be

wanting a share of the spoils.

It’s gonna be known as a joint operation.

-Where'd you come from? -Come in the side.

It's locked.

-Beckett’s trainers. -Oh, not on the granite island.

Soles of which are caked with layers of oil, carbon monoxide and human urine.

Where's piss, oil and carbon monoxide like to hang out? Car parks.

There’s over 1000 car parks in Manchester.

The trainers, if I can finish the thought,

also carry traces of fresh tarmac.

Only three car parks have been retarmacked in the last month.

Dave Hetherington, a covert Albion donor, owns this one right here.

My guess is that this is where Beckett’s been hiding himself.

If he has, it might give us some detail to make Caroline take the bait.

How soon can you get a team down there?

Can I ask what's the benefit of keeping Beckett alive?

To persuade McCoy that he might have struck a deal with us.

We need to force her hand.

We’re on about actually wheeling out a corpse to scare her?

-Oh yeah. -Yeah.

-I'm not touching it. -Imagine the state he's gonna be in.

Last time I saw what the mortuary team’d done,

he looked more shaggable than any of us.

My team are picking me up in ten. What do I do about my share for later?

Seek it! Go on, good girl!

Hi, Christine, um, this is Brady Manley.

She’s from the Rape Crisis Support Team.

She’s not with us. We just arrived together.

-How are you? -Alright.

DCI Taylor. Terry. You been gardening, Christine?

-I have. -I live on a roundabout.

They’ve been planting crocuses. Nightmare.

But it’s the smell, isn’t it? Nature?

Take a seat, please.

-Had he done it before? -His record's pristine.

-So why am I the first? Why me? -Um.

It’s actually your own personal history that we’re concerned about.

We have you requesting a hook-up on a rape fantasy message board.

You have not.

Oh, but we have. This... is the ISP for the desktop in your spare bedroom.

Would you mind if I check that?

If you asked for it rough, changed your mind and said no...

the law's still on your side.

-It's Charma. This is Charma. -Karma for what?

No, me brother, Charma.

He’s the only other person that’s ever had me computer password.

-How are you spelling that, Christine? -C, H, the rest is the same.

-What? -The patient in Beckett's bed's got

a totally different blood group.

-We're awaiting DNA results. -You let him go?

He switched the other patient for the subterfuge.

How, we don't know. The medics realised

when they untaped his tubes and found his nose bent

completely the other way like an Irish spud.

And you let him go?

-Hang on, who you contacting now? -It's above you.

If I'm to be guaranteed protection, you need to get out of my sight, mate.

Hang on, wait, Viv!

Wait here until somebody else turns up, and then fuck off.

Hiya, Terry, listen,

Viv’s incompetence is scaring me shitless, and I'll put that on record,

on Twitter, on Youtube in the next hour if my security is not doubled

until Beckett's found.

How's Terry only hearing about this now?

I sent him three memos in the last two hours. He hasn’t returned.

Because he hasn't received them.

Your Inbox is full, sir.

It would help if he read any!

-Something wrong? -No.

Just some... results... from my GP.

I'd been dreading, if I'm honest.

Oh... but... you're all right, sweetheart?

Yeah, I’d rather not go into detail, but it’s a weight off my shoulders.

Medical weight.

Listen Viv, I’m sorry about how I just spoke to you.

For your mam's sake

I’ll make sure that you’re covered, Caroline.

I'M PREPARED TO CALL THIS A DIVORCE SETTLEMENT

So how can I help you lads.

Charma, you recently went to court against your sister, Christine,

over the matter of 1.5 million from your father’s estate.

You told your sister you'd make her pay for contesting your father’s will.

I made her pay. I won.

Last night a man forced entry to your sister’s house to rape her.

And you think that was me? I’m alibied by about 200 people,

because last night I was picking up no fewer than five industry awards.

And that’s the first thing you say? Not... "How’s Christine?"

If you and Christine were left equal amounts by the same father,

on what grounds was the will contested?

I had to issue a restraining order against her.

In one night, Christine spray-painted all my outdoor vehicles

with "thieving twat," 26 cars. Which backfired on all of us,

thirteen sales staff and their performances...

because she didn’t specify which twat.

Five different stencils she used!

One of them had reindeer antlers on it, daft bitch... 'cause...

'cause... it’s, like, February now!

Listen, lads. I'm going to have to ask you to leave now.

-So you entered her house... -Not true.

And you used a password on her computer, that she’d given you in 2017?

Not true.

Your finger prints are on the bedroom and desktop--

Listen! It wouldn’t take 500 quid for my lawyer to zip your mouth so shut...

Sir!

Where you going? PC Mitchell wasn't finished.

Yes, I stayed at her home

while my dad was still alive, before she made herself the enemy!

I’ve got a dozen witnesses who can corroborate that,

going back at least two years. My dabs are all over the place.

Presumably not in the last eight weeks?

-Not by invitation, anyway? -Course not. It'd kicked off.

So how are your prints on a brand new track pad

that she bought only two weeks ago?

Better than that, mate! You also sorta

checked your bank account whilst on her laptop,

just after you put her name on the website.

You can delete search history to dodge the wife,

but we have means. Whoops.

You stripped her of everything for your father’s money.

Wasn’t that enough?

The information that you are about to see

will remain confidential to the people in this room only.

And no written reference anywhere. Are we clear?

With respect, I’m busting my nuts here waiting to see their faces, ma’am, so...

can we get on?

This car hasn’t been moved for weeks. It’s on a long stay ticket.

Cloned plates, Beckett’s name is nowhere near it.

There’s very little to look at,

but the interior is crawling with Beckett’s DNA.

We found this receipt scrunched under the passenger seat

for provisions from the 7-Elevenses nearest the car park,

cash sale, there’s no traceable card, so...

footage from said branch of 7-Elevenses.

Focus on the female with sunglasses and a hoodie

when she reaches for her purse...

Caroline McCoy!

-Jesus. -The receipt found in the footwell means

we can directly connect her to Beckett from the contents of that sale.

No way are we going to court with this, only this.

-It short cuts everything! -Yeah, it does--

But she’ll say that her bag got lifted, off-camera.

That’s not what I mean.

If we ask McCoy to meet Beckett where they usually met,

and she shows up with that 100k... we’ll have her on all counts.

She needs to see Beckett to believe it. With moving parts.

McCoy is doing a public Q&A at the townhall later.

Crowds means she can’t get close.

If you wanted to I got the lads at the mortuary to load him with a latex

and formaldehyde combo.

You could literally get Beckett to bend over backwards for you.

Right, these two we know as regular line-up volunteers.

But with a good make-up artist...

-I know one. -Yeah, mine’s already working for us.

Ma’am, Sarge, get over here!

What?

Terry?

Ah, I tried to find you.

I thought you were still interrogating?

Sorry, Sir... Can I get my phone back, please?

Sir’s ran out of juice, Ma’am.

Ta-da!

Me and me laddo just nailed about twelve decent convictions on them.

-Motive? -Oh, same old same old.

Born shite. Oh and listen, I used all my juice trying to clear out

the backlog of messages and emails from you lot,

most of them saying not enough.

Now, I’ve told Madam Mayor

that it was an embarrassing lapse of communication,

that won’t happen again.

Come on.

Jonah, how quietly can you get us in there?

Who's us, ma'am?

Terry shot into the lavs with several strands of information.

Now, I need to know who he’s talking to on your phone!

He's... um... knocking one out.

Who in God’s name cracks a rape case and goes for a wank?

-What the-- -Two minutes.

Oh, fuck!

Quick. Terry’s collapsed. He’s stuck in the cubicle!

-Somebody get an ambulance. -Where’s the defibrilator?

-He’s having a heart attack! -During a wank.

Hiya, Trish, it’s Tegan. We’ve got a medical emergency on our floor.

Terry Taylor, 50-year-old male, he’s having a heart attack,

so get the guys to step on it.

Are you not coming?

If he died during a wank, he’ll have his knob out. No!

He’s not breathing. No pulse. Hurry up with that defib.

Cut that.

Somebody cover that up before we zap him, just in case.

All clear.

-Stand clear. -Shocking.

Shock delivered.

-What’s going on? -He’s pulling through.

We’re not yet sure what’s medically pertaining, but...

He dropped like a sack of shit knocking one out!

Oh, you're not making this up.

You couldn’t know that unless someone else was there.

He had his iPad with him, still linked to a police fetish site.

Not an ounce of imagination.

Truth be told, I put him to good work today,

and I bet it was a full eight-hour day that popped his nuts.

You put a senior officer to good work?

Yes! To very good results. Two solid convictions.

Fine! I will remember how you used that phrase, Inspector.

Whatever we end up doing, no one’s going near me hair.

Let's check if she's here.

You all right?

Hey, you're shaking.

I badly need this to work, Spike. I want...

Hey... we.

We need to string Caroline McCoy up... or I’m taking her out myself.

We, Dinah.

I can’t stop thinking about Joy.

Hey. Hey.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

-Welcome back, ma'am. -Same from all of us, ma’am.

Despite the circumstances?

Dinah was reminding me why we’re giving this all we’ve got.

Full house! Spike, this is Ginny the Spinner.

Right, let's get cracking, love.

You can do what you want with me hair... Within reason.

Look at this email.

Caroline McCoy’s running order for tonight.

She’s virtually written Terry’s script for him.

It’s a lousy script. He’s never sounded this bright.

Oh I love this bit. “As heckler will be evicted,

"Caroline McCoy will call him back and address his questions.”

Fucking fraud! Her mother’ll be turning in her grave.

Look what it's all set up for.

She’s going to disband every council member

and get them to reapply for their jobs.

McCoy already sees Beckett’s demands as credible,

but we'll plant Spike-as-Beckett in the town hall.

Now the receipt, we can peg on her.

as long as she turns up at the correct, undisclosed, location.

No reason to think she won’t.

If this backfires, that’s the lot of us.

Which dress for tonight?

I'm inspired by the red.

I’m not going to sit and watch you try clothes on.

It’s like severe delays on a long flight.

I’m going to take this to Terry myself,

once the lab have copied the shit out of it.

Miller'll be three times faster

with ten times less risk of yakety-yak from any columnists.

Stuart had a call. Someone came through with my phone.

-Ah, decent reward? -I offered twenty quid.

I only meant ten! You go and get your phone,

while Spike’s getting Deadpooled.

Be back here for the briefing an hour before kick-off, yeah?

Yeah, thanks ma'am.

Let's smash it.

Excuse me.

-Excuse me. -Oh, hello.

Hiya, are you Ruby?

If you are, I’m Tegan. We spoke on the phone?

-About my phone? -Oh, of course.

I'm sorry. Yes, it's here.

We just found out, we're being audited in the morning.

First time the shredder’s been used in eight months!

Oh, I had no idea you were a policeman. I’d never have come out with that.

Don’t worry about it, honestly, relax. Open the card. Have a drink on me.

Oh no, I didn’t find it. It was Mr. Forster, the boss.

But don’t offer him money. He’s a born again.

You’ll make his day just turning up.

Straight through those double doors, first set on the left.

-Right, yeah. -Sorry love... police or not,

I can’t let any transmitting devices through.

We’ll send all the printers into orbit,

8000 flyers for a village fete in Tabley!

Population, like, eight. Even car keys can block the frequency!

Yep, that's it.

Oi, Ruby.

Know what? I never forget a face, you two-faced bitch!

What? Oi! Oi!! Let me out!

-Madam Mayor. -Just a second. What's going on, Viv?

-Terry’s in Intensive Care. -Oh my God, it’s not Beckett?!

Why Beckett?

-He threatened everyone else. -Embolism.

-I was asked to take over security. -You can’t!

I meant... you've got too much on your plate.

Probably. But I came to be near you.

I helped you dodge the last bullet didn’t I?

Well, Terry has promised me armed police.

They’re undercover and in position. But don’t you sweat.

If Beckett shows, I told them to aim low.

They'll blow his bollocks off but I want his gob intact

so we can hear what he’s got to say.

And your mam’s on my shoulders, so you’re well covered.

Yeah, thanks.

Showtime, kid.

-Yeah. -Start taking your seats, please.

Thank you. Thank you.

-He looks like me in Ibiza in 1990. -He looks like a Thunderbird.

You look grotesque.

We're gonna do what needs doing. I cross my heart.

Take her breath away.

That’s the cue, go, now, go!

This Q&A will be streaming live folks, so tweet any questions, too.

But nothing rude. I know what you’re like!

IF I WAS GOING TO KILL YOU I COULD'VE DONE IT 16 TIMES.

MEET WHERE WE USED TO. BRING THE MONEY.

Apologies, ladies and gentlemen. She’s had a bit of medical news today.

Use your imaginations and cut her some slack.

What happened up there? I tried to find you.

Give us a call back will you, sweetheart.

Jonah and Stuart will be in position.

She’s headed to Beckett. We need to get there way before she does!

Let's go.

SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKED WITH ME.

Viv.

-PC O’Connell, where are you? -In position ahead of McCoy.

Stuart, Tegan’s been kidnapped.

I’ll send a unit to drive you back to base.

Where's Tegan from?

It’s not Bangladeshi ‘cause we Googled it.

Alright Faye, whatever this is, you can stop it right now.

Were you pretending to be Welsh to sound invisible?

-Didn’t work, did it? -My mum’s Welsh.

Blue-white Welsh. Listen, Faye, you need to think this through.

Your dad's not.

You weren't. That's you, back in the day, right?

How come you stopped wearing the letterbox?

You lay a finger on me, and you could be facing life.

If I get sent down. But it won’t be for a crime

I didn’t commit like murdering some half-dead Jew.

You were banged to rights on that. Shouldn’ta been so sloppy--

Of all the endings that I’ve had nightmares about,

this wasn’t one of them. Being beaten to death by some fat bird.

Come on, Cameron. You’re up first.

-Did she have to hear my name? -What's it matter?

She's getting torched with the rest of it.

Oh, and when you get to paradise wait for Professor Miller.

Tell him I said thank you for getting me sent down.

He’s really made it worth my while. 'Cause he’s next.

Come here. Stop jumping. Come here.

You need to know why this was sent to me.

Faye Caddy took her, I know it.

-She’s in prison on a murder charge. -She was released on bail.

Her lawyer said the only evidence was forensic.

And that Faye believed the evidence was forensically tainted.

Ma’am, she may have had a point. She threatened my kid, Viv.

We need an APB on Faye Caddy and all of Albion.

Ma’am, we need to abort Operation McCoy.

PC Thompson’s life is at stake. I cannot lose another--

-Agreed. -Viv, wait.

McCoy smelled a rat once we told her Beckett was alive.

She’s been years ahead of us since day one.

Who’s to say she hasn’t pulled this to get us off her back?

If we don't get her now, we never will.

Stay on her. I'll find Tegan.

Miller, go with Dinah.

No way would Faye kidnap a cop.

She doesn’t even know McCoy!

McCoy set this up as a distraction. Faye was released yesterday

with this judge’s name all over the paperwork.

Den, please. We both know what Faye's capable of.

Who's left for me to screw over?

This is literally a "Stay out of Jail" card

signed by DCI Merchant saying you helped us catch Beckett,

nail the Mayor and save a police officer’s life.

Your records will be sealed by a judge. You’ll get to know your kid.

Our cousin Cameron got out of Strangeways last week.

He’s devoted to Faye. His dad had an industrial estate.

Cameron got it when he died. It’s got over 30 factories

If Faye’s doing ‘invisible’ shit, she’d do it in there.

-Get off! -Do it.

Put it in its place.

Fuck!

Come on, Cameron.

Hey, Cameron.

What are you fucking doing? Stop dicking about! Come on.

Cameron, come on! Cameron.

Dinah, two kids coming up on the right. They look like spotters. Be careful.

I said spotters! Go past!

What’s she trying to pull? They’re not stupid!

Sorry, mate. Did you call in a leak?

-What? -Gas leak? This postcode.

-No. -There’s a busted mains round here.

If you can’t smell too good. Stay away from the drains, mainly.

-Which drains? -Any.

He’s calling Faye! Good call, Sarge.

Yeah... How many are there? Right, keep your eye on them for me.

-I’d want to see both hands. -It’s not actually moving.

Find a natural way to show me both. Then she’ll know she’s safe.

How’s the lighting look, if I do that?

-Perfect. -Actually that is perfect.

-Ma'am, she's less than two clicks away. -Okay, folks, it's now or never.

-Can’t you see the signal? Move! -Stuart,

that isn’t Faye, it’s just the mast the phone is pinging off.

Cut her throat.

Viv, without another call to

Faye’s phone we can’t lock her location.

If McCoy's behind all this, get her to phone Faye.

We need another ping to that number, or God help Tegan.

You killed our fucking mate, did ya?

Look who's here. Action stations.

Come on.

You can fuck off! I’m not getting in!

Caroline, place that gun on the ground and step away!

-Drop the gun! -On the floor!

-What the fuck is it? -That’s bits of the real Beckett...

who died when you thought he did.

This is entrapment!

Now they will let me smash

your lying teeth in if I felt like it which I do.

You had Faye Caddy released to cause mayhem.

Faye has taken one of my officers as hostage.

You didn’t intend the first cop to die.

No doubt that’ll prove part of your defence.

But a second cop? Call Faye Caddy, now.

Where you going?

I’ll throw it! You two get behind her, you’ll be sound. Move!

What the fuck... are you doing?

Idiots! Useless!

My fucking eyes.

I'll drop it.

Right, drop it!

That's the first photo that a guy ever took of me.

Some white guy. Said he ‘liked my eyes’. So I give him me number.

And then he spat in me eyes and said "You got me number."

So yeah, I ditched the letterbox

and went back to my mum's name.

Now you don’t know what you’re looking at ‘cause I haven’t for a long while.

We've got it. Let's go.

Faye, you've just given us your location.

You've given yourself 20 years. You could be 50 when you get out.

And harm my officer, you’re looking at double.

Get it up.

Who’s turn is it to say ‘cuckoo’ now?

-You want me to tell her? -It's diesel, not petrol.

What? Ow, ow!

When Dennis finds out what you are, he’ll cut that baby outta ya.

Who you think told of Cameron’s inheritance?

Dennis knows, Faye.

And the only thing he’ll be cutting is his son’s cord when he’s born.

No, no, no, wait. He stitched me up?

All previous charges are dropped because these supersede them.

The only evidence going to trial, Faye, is you.

Oh my God, where were you?

I was on my way, and I’m here.

Tegan, I’m... Words fail me, I’m--

If I could do what you can, I’d've done the same.

Ok. So sorry, mate. You were right. I'm a knob. A selfish knob.

Thanks! Good luck. Call me?

Thank you too. Probably won't.

Ma’am. You know that kid, the boy, how old was he?

He tried to rape you, Tegan. These are not kids.

Dr. Peep is on her way in. She’s all yours.

Thank God for that.

Stuart said that we got McCoy banged to rights, so...

So, there’ll be drinks? Which, Dr. Peep can never avoid, so...

I don’t want to talk about shit.

Now. You sup up, and you come to my office.

When you’re ready.

I held you literally 20 minutes after you were born.

The size of a turkey and you didn’t make a peep.

I’d never seen anything so new in all my life.

What you after, Viv? Remorse?

Tears? 'Cause I’ll squirt plenty.

I want my daughter back.

You can fuck off with that. I was never your daughter.

That was never the plan.

Joy’s death was out of my hands, you know that.

Where I’m standing, it’s all over ‘em.

I thought you’d love me being Mayor.

I’d’ve had your back. Truly.

You won't see daylight for a long time, Caroline.

I hope you can feel your mam on your shoulders?

'Cause I can.

The first chapter of the book I write

when I’ve got any spare time, is you.

Starting all of this by pushing me into a bullet

that was meant to miss. I’ll Beryl Cook you.

I know you lot think I’ve only ever read William Blake, but...

Hold up, Spike.

Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead.

Viv, Blake was a manic-depressive. Pick another quick.

It’s not a suggestion; it’s an imperative if we want to move on.

Go.

-Woo. Look at that. -We're going to spend this on us.

-For Joy. -But first, this is on me.

When I say it’s about leadership, that’s not about me.

We’ve all led each other. To each other

To each other.

-Well done. -Ma'am.

Keep Britain tidy, folks.