[Beeping]
Major: I know everything.
Carver: What do you mean "everything"?
Major: Test me. Ask me something
you think I don't know about.
Parfit: The Barlow murder?
Major: Easy.
The wife did it. Did you see the way
that that woman was playing with her wedding ring?
Parfit: Pop psychology does not indicate guilt.
Major: No, because that woman wasn't guilty.
She was playing with her ring because it didn't fit,
because it wasn't her ring
because we arrested the wrong woman.
Carver: But she had-- Major: Mrs. Barlow's
car and credit cards, which is why you assumed
it was her and not in actual fact
a paid accomplice or lover.
Meanwhile, the real Mrs. B heads to an airport
that wasn't being watched because
we thought we already had her.
Parfit: See? I am a frickin' genius.
Ha! Who's got delusions of grandeur now, Mom?
And I mean, obviously, this is--
it's good news for you guys, too.
Carver: When he said he knows everything--
Parfit: Does he know you were boning his wife?
That's actually a good question.
Hey, Major! Did you--did you know that--
Carver: No, don't do that, don't do that.
Parfit: Sike! Ha! I was kidding.
[Line ringing]
Major: Register alerts to all ferries and airports.
We can assume she's driving the accomplice's vehicle.
Get on it.
Parfit, it's Major. I need you to hack something for me.
[Cell phone buzzing] [Kelly groaning]
What's happened? Is it John?
Carver: I think he knows about us.
Kelly: Why? What's he said?
Carver: Nothing.
Kelly: You think he knows about us but he
hasn't said anything?
That's odd, even for him.
Carver: He's odd, even for him.
It's this new upgrade. It's made him clever.
I'm gonna tell him about us.
Kelly: No, no, Roy, you're not
gonna tell him about us.
Carver: You're always going on about honesty.
Kelly: This isn't about honesty. This is about you
assuaging your own guilt.
Carver: It's still the right thing to do.
Kelly: John has only just moved back in.
If you tell him now, then you're gonna ruin
any chance that we have of making it work.
Unless that's why you're doing it.
Carver: No.
Major: Who are you talking to, Roy?
Carver: No one. Charity fundraiser.
Major: At half midnight?
Carver: It's only a charity fundraiser.
How are you getting on with the case?
Major: Cracked it.
Joan ID'd the suspect's vehicle.
I've deployed a unit.
Carver: All while I was on the phone?
Major: I also made you this.
It's a snake.
Now we're gonna investigate something personal.
Operation Bluefinch. My shooting.
Carver: Right. Yeah.
Major: We know that Gilbert and Ryle are bent.
Parfit hacked their computers,
found an encrypted file containing a single phone number.
Carver: It's gotta be their contact.
We text the number and arrange the meeting.
You've already done that.
Major: Using a clone of Gilbert's SIM,
so it comes from a trusted source.
Soon as we get a reply... [Ding]
It's game on.
Carver: What about bad coppers?
Major: We don't know how many coppers in this unit are bent.
If there's someone we don't know about
who thinks we do know,
they're gonna think we're doing this
to convince them it's safe to assume
we're in the dark about something that,
although they don't know it, we're not aware of.
Carver: I was gonna say that.
Major: Good thinking.
I'll drive.
Major: You OK, Roy? You seem...unsettled.
Carver: Yeah. I'm just not used
to being the stupid one.
Major: Oh, that's charming.
Carver: Oh, you know what I mean.
With this upgrade, you're suddenly two steps ahead--
Jesus Christ, John, you never said you had a gun.
Major: It's a dangerous location.
No backup. [Cocks gun]
You'd be a fool not to come armed.
I knew it was you.
Carver: Fucking hell, John, I'm sorry!
Major: Hands behind your head, Cleasby.
[Cleasby scoffs]
Carver: Was you expecting someone else?
Cleasby: No. Like who?
Carver: Gilbert and Ryle, maybe.
You know, the bent coppers you been paying off.
Cleasby: I don't know. I'm not involved in this.
I'm just a low-level dealer.
Carver: Bullshit, Cleasby.
We've heard that one before.
Major: I could shoot you right now
and get away with it.
No one knows you're here.
Carver: Arrest him, John.
Let's get him back to SIU.
Cleasby: No, don't take me there.
I'll get killed. You saw
what happened to Kristof.
Carver: Kristof got killed when we let him go.
Cleasby: Well, then, don't let me go.
Protect me. Hey. I can help you.
Major: OK. [Cocks gun] Help us.
Who's the Juggler?
Cleasby: Don't know. I've never met the Juggler.
Major: Liam Cleasby, I'm arresting you on suspicion--
Cleasby: But I'll find him for you.
Carver: How?
Major: Here's how.
Ring Gilbert and Ryle and tell them we're onto you.
Cleasby: Well, that's the truth.
Major: Well, I know that doesn't come easily.
Tell them you're gonna grass
unless you can meet up with the Juggler tonight.
Cleasby: Well, where should we meet?
Major: What am I, your fucking travel agent?
Pick somewhere.
[Line ringing]
Cleasby: Look, I arranged the meeting
with the Juggler like you asked.
Can you take the cuffs off now, please?
Carver: No. Cleasby: I'm not trying to escape.
I don't want to be murdered.
Carver: Then I advise you shut your mouth.
So, where are we going?
Major: Don't tell me you don't know where we're going.
You recognize this route.
You've done it loads of times.
Carver: Why have we come to your house
at 2:00 in the morning with a criminal in the car?
Major: You said it yourself.
Because now I'm two steps ahead of you.
Never leave a suspect unattended in a vehicle, D.I. Carver.
Kelly: John. Major: Oh, hello, Kelly.
What are you doing up and about?
Kelly: I just couldn't sleep.
Major: Oh, that's not like you. Why not?
[Car door closes]
This is Liam Cleasby. He's a drug dealer
involved in my shooting.
Cleasby: How's it going?
Kelly: Hi.
Major: I won't be a minute.
Carver: He knows. I'm sure of it.
Kelly: He hasn't said anything yet.
Carver: It was a test to see if we admit it.
Kelly: Yeah, so, maybe you're projecting onto him
in order to displace the sense of guilt you feel.
Carver: We haven't got time for a fucking two-hour
psychology assessment, Kelly.
We need to decide on this now.
I'm telling you, he knows.
Kelly: We can't know for sure, not without
talking to him, can we?
[Sigh]
OK, let's-let's ask criminal. What do you think?
Carver: You can't ask him. Kelly: Why not?
He's a neutral observer. You were in the car.
Do you think that John knows about Roy and I?
Cleasby: I'm just a low-level drug dealer.
Carver: Oh, fuck off.
We need to say something before John--
Major: Before I say what?
Cleasby: They've been having an affair.
Kelly: [Indistinct]. Carver: I told you to shut up!
Cleasby: I'm sorry. I don't think it's fair
for him not to know.
Carver: I was gonna say... [People talking at once]
Kelly: Actually, it was after he had died.
Carver: I was gonna tell ya. I wanted to tell ya.
Cleasby: He should've known. He should've known.
Major: I worked it out as soon as Parfit upgraded me.
Kelly: John, we need to talk, OK? All of us.
Not you.
John, please. Major: No.
Kelly: John, where are you going?
Major: Work.
We'll talk some other time.
Carver: [Indistinct].
Cleasby: He needs time to process the trauma
in his own way.
[Car door closes]
Carver: Come on, you little scrote.
Get in the car, dickhead.
[Car doors close]
[Engine starts]
Kelly: Oh, God, John.
Cleasby: What are we doing here? You said you wouldn't bring me--
Carver: Shut up. You've done enough damage for one night.
Cleasby: Don't blame me. I'm not the one
who slept with his wife.
No, John... Major: We need to lie low
until we meet the Juggler.
No one comes in here.
Make yourself comfortable. [Door closes]
Cleasby: Hey. You got pictures of me on the wall?
Are these the best you can get?
Carver: Should he be looking at that?
Major: Makes no different.
An hour from now, we'll come face to face
with the Juggler, and this'll be over
one way or another.
We should get some rest.
Carver: No, John, once everything...
Major: Forget it. Just try and relax.
Carver: [Indistinct]-- Major: No.
Carver: Please... Major: No.
Just wanna talk.
Major: There's nothing to talk about.
Carver: Nothing to talk about?
We're about to confront the head of an organization
that had you assassinated, and you just found out
who slept with your wife.
Major: Someone's been here.
Carver: It looks the same.
Major: This pencil.
It's been moved.
Carver: Well, it must be a cleaner.
Major: Would a cleaner attach this?
Carver: Shit.
What is that? A camera? Major: Yeah.
Cleasby: Someone knows I'm here.
Major: And knows we're investigating
Operation Bluefinch.
Carver: Why would they try to stop us?
Major: They want to keep tabs. See what we know.
Carver: It's gotta go... Gilbert and Ryle.
[Major snaps fingers] Take him back to the car now.
I'll grab us some vests.
We need protection to meet the Juggler.
Carver: John, be careful.
You don't know who you can trust.
Major: You can say that again.
I can't get out.
[Beep] Thanks.
Dennett: D.I. Major.
Major: Boss. You're working late.
Dennett: Celebrating. Mrs. Barlow, the real one,
has been apprehended and charged,
all thanks to you.
Woman: Felicitations, John.
Dennett: Former commissioner Chalmers happened
to hear about it and she popped in
with a bottle of fizz to say well done.
Chalmers: Come and join us for a quick one.
Major: I'd love to, ma'am, but...
I need to get home to my wife.
Chalmers: We're two good lovers.
What have the pair of you got up to?
[Dennett laughs]
Chalmers: Now come and join us for a drink.
That's a direct order.
Do not talk to him.
Dennett: Whoa! What's happening?
Chalmers: Stop him! Go!
Man: All police [indistinct]!
Major: They're here to switch me off.
Carver: Where's the vests? Major: Move over.
[Engine starts]
Man on radio: Sorry, boss. They got away.
Chalmers: OK, where's he heading to?
Parfit: Who? Chalmers: Cute.
Listen--I could have you deported back to Disneyland
before you can say Golden Grahams.
Dennett: You can track D.I. Major, right?
There's a chip in his head.
Parfit: It's a nanotransmitter.
[Chalmers sighs]
Parfit: And he's managed to take it offline.
Huh! Oof, incredible.
I really knocked it out of the park
with this update.
Kelly: Hi. Hi, sorry.
Uh, is, um, John Major in the building?
Man: No. Kelly: Carver?
Man: No. Kelly: Uh...
Chief Superintendent, um...Dennett?
Man: Raced off somewhere. Kelly: There was an officer.
Um, she brought John flowers. Julie.
Man: Sorry. Judy's not in tonight.
Williams: No. But I might be able to help.
I'll take you to Dr. Parfit.
She'll be able to find D.I. Major.
Kelly: Great. Thank you. What's your name?
Williams: My name?
It's-- Kelly: Sorry, could you
tell me on the way?
Great. Thank you.
Thanks so much. Ha ha!
[Parfit sighs]
I hope you know what you're doing, John.
Major: Might've guessed you'd choose this place
to meet the Juggler, Cleasby.
Back where it all began.
Carver: Do you remember what happened that night?
Cleasby: We were stunned-- Carver: Not you, you dickhead.
You out there meeting Kristof.
Things went badly wrong.
'Cause we weren't communicating.
Major: 3:30 a.m. We should get in position.
Cleasby: What about me? Major: You're staying in the car.
Cleasby: But Juggler's here to meet me.
He'll be looking for me.
[Carver whispering] John. John, what is it?
Major: Shh! Someone's coming.
Carver: John, who is it?
Major: Surprise, surprise.
Carver: What? What is it?
Major: What can I say?
I saw my best friend and my wife.
Together.
Carver: You wanna talk about that now?
Major: You were right, Roy.
We can't leave things left unsaid.
Carver: You were gone for 5 minutes. John.
Gilbert and Ryle!
Ryle: Carver.
Gilbert: And Major.
Major: It's one thing, you being with Kelly after I died,
but this was before.
Carver: John, I'm really sorry. Look, it was
just that once and it were only a kiss.
Gilbert: Where's Cleasby? Ryle: Shut up.
Major: Roy.
Carver: Forget about Cleasby. Where's the Juggler?
I don't believe it's one of you two bellends.
Major: How long was it going on for, Roy?
Ryle: Juggler? We don't know anything
about any Juggler.
Carver: Bollocks! Major: Roy!
Don't ignore what's going on here.
Carver: They know what's going on!
Who's this?
Is this the Juggler?
Ryle: Shit.
Carver: Dennett?
Dennett: Major! Carver?
What are you doing here?
Carver: So, you're the Juggler.
Dennett: What's the Juggler?
Major: I trusted you, Roy.
You're my rock, you and Kelly,
my north and south.
Dennett: I'm following this pair.
You said they were suspicious.
Ryle: We haven't done anything.
Carver: So, who's the fucking Juggler? Who?
Dennett: I've got it!
It must be some kind of criminal alias.
Carver: Fuck! If I hear that once more!
Major: Tell me this. Do you love her?
Carver: Who'd you take your orders from?
Ryle: We don't know what you're talking about.
Gilbert: From Cleasby. Ryle: Shut up, Gilbert.
Gilbert: It's over, Jeanette.
Liam Cleasby.
Carver: No. It can't be Cleasby.
He's just a low-level drug dealer.
Gilbert: It's just what he wants you to think.
Carver: It can't--it can't be.
Cleasby's in the back of our car.
Where is he? He was right there.
Major: Just answer the question, Roy.
Do you love her?
Gilbert: Major!
[Gunshot]
Major: Gilbert.
Ryle: Simon! No! Help!
Dennett: What's happening?
Major: We've been set up! Again.
Cleasby: Who's the little scrote now?
[Gunshot]
Ryle: Oh! Aah!
[Gunfire]
Aah! Aah!
[Gunfire]
Carver: No! Major: Get out of the way, Roy!
Carver: No! I won't let him hit ya!
Major: No, Roy, I won't let him hurt you!
Carver: No, I can't let you die again.
It was my fault the first time.
Major: Bullshit. It wasn't your fault.
Carver: You know it was my fault.
You remembered everything.
[Gunshot]
You saw me kissing your wife.
Down!
[Gunshot] Major: It was my fault that happened.
I remember now what a dickhead I was.
[Gunshot] Carver: I was the dickhead.
Major: I've been a dickhead for years.
I didn't deserve her. Didn't deserve you, either.
And I still don't.
[Gunfire] I'm covering you, Roy.
Carver: No, I'm covering you!
Cleasby: Now I've got you.
[Kelly sighs] That felt good.
Major: No, I'm covering you, Roy.
Carver: No, I'm covering you!
Major: I'm gonna save you!
Bastard, I'm gonna save you, you--
Dennett: It's over, boys.
Major: Help me up.
[Grunting]
For fuck's sake, wait.
[Indistinct radio chatter] [Siren wails]
Major: Hold on.
It's a shame things ended like this.
Gilbert: You should've went back--[coughing]
You know, backup.
Ryle: We know. Like a computer.
Major: Funny.
Gilbert: It's just banter.
Major: You saved our lives today.
I'll never forget you for this, Judy.
Williams: Fuck's sake.
When he says this, I could kill him myself.
I'm not even joking. I'm gonna write my name
on one of those fucking balloons
and I'm gonna choke him with it.
Dennett: Just in case, what are the stats?
Parfit: 39% suitability.
Dennett: Yeah, don't bother.
[Indistinct radio chatter]
Kelly: I came as soon as I found this.
Major: You were only supposed to read that if I'd died.
Carver: Who's it to?
Kelly: "Kelly, I give you and Roy my blessing.
"All my love, John.
P.S.: Only read this if I've died."
Dennett: Someone wants to speak to you.
Chalmers: I owe you an apology, John.
The fact is, I came to SIU tonight to pull the plug.
But from what I'm hearing, you singlehandedly
brought down the Juggler=- Liam Cleasby.
Carver: Not singlehandedly.
Chalmers: As far as the AI Ethics Committee is concerned,
your future is now absolutely assured.
I'm so pleased.
Dennett: Nice work, boys.
Carver: That's great, Major.
Major: Yeah, yes. All good.
Carver: Brilliant.
Kelly: It's getting late. We should--we should go home.
[Chalmers chuckles]