[static sounds]
[beeping]
[distorted voices]
[Kelly] John!
[gasps]
Dad? Dad, is that you?
I thought we might find you here.
We've been so worried about you.
Worried? Why?
[grunts] Because you know I'm dying.
You've known from the start, both of you.
No!
That's why you never took down my memorial.
You knew I'd need it again.
Everyone knew, except muggins.
We didn't tell you because we didn't wanna stress you out.
[John] There's no need for a ceremony this time.
Just dig a hole, stick me back in there.
Don't even take the dog out, there's room for both of us!
[Kelly] We are sorry about the way things turned out.
Roy kept it a secret to try and save you.
You were sorry last time I died.
But you got over it. The both of you!
[shouting] You're talking shite, John!
We haven't got time for your self-pity.
You can either stay here feeling sorry for yourself
or you can finish this thing with your dad.
[dramatic music playing]
Finish?
Arrest him.
Earlier on at the hotel,
I-I put a tracing agent in his drink.
We can track his location--
My dad's an innocent man.
Is this what you're asking me?
On the final day of my life, huh,
[growls] to arrest my own father?
[both grunting]
[Roy] Your dad's a dick!
[both] You're a dick!
[both] Get off me you dick!
[indistinct shouting]
[Kelly shouting] Ey, ey, ey, ey!
Carver's right.
I can finish this thing.
I can catch the real criminal.
John, it's your dad!
My god he killed the robbers then he stole the money.
Then he came back to cover it all up.
Where are you going?
Churchland, the lawyer.
She's just a pawn at best.
That's what you think.
-I'm going to lay a booby trap. -A what?
Where you seduce someone in confessing.
That's a honey trap.
Is it?
Anyway, that's what I'm going to do to her.
[breathing heavily] I'm desperate.
[suspenseful music playing]
[John panting]
[stutters]
[ominous music playing]
[voice shaking] I'm gonna ask you again...
[softly] and this time, I want answers.
[enunciating slowly] How do you edit
a PDF document?
[device] I'm having trouble
connecting to the internet right now.
-[sighs] God! -Please try later.
I wish Dr Parfit was still here.
It's Clifford Major, boss.
He killed the Chelsea Bridge gang and took the money.
I tricked him into drinking a tracing agent--
Slow down DI Carver.
[phone ringing]
[Clifford on phone] You put something in my drink.
A bug or something.
Well, you didn't think I'd let you get away did you?
So go on.
Track my location right now.
[beeping]
Now you know where I am.
If you want what's good for Kelly,
which I think you do...
[slowly] you'll back off.
[Dennett] DI Carver?
Sorry, boss.
False alarm. I made a mistake.
-What the hell was that about? -[device beeps]
[device] Hello, my name is Brian.
Would you like to hear a song?
Shut up!
[Brian] Sorry.
[ominous music playing]
[beeping]
[Judith] I know you can hear me, Pigtails.
You're a man with two options,
die in prison...
or tell us everything.
Maybe we can cut you a deal.
I'll talk.
Good answer. I'm going to call my partner.
[beeping and keyboard clicking]
-[door closes] -[sighs]
[voicemail] You've reached the voicemail of DI Stokes...
[clattering]
[ominous music playing]
[muffled screaming]
[grunts]
[gasping]
[growls]
[man screams]
[grunting]
Stokes! Why?
I'm sorry, Judith.
They paid me a visit yesterday.
They? Who's they?
They threatened my grandmother if I didn't cooperate.
And also offered me a shitload of money. [growls]
[choking]
[grunts]
Thanks.
Don't thank me, talk to me.
[both breathing heavily]
[phone ringing]
Roy?
Kelly, where are you?
[Kelly on phone] I'm at home.
[Roy] Are you okay?
[Kelly] Yeah, I'm fine. What's--
Kelly, I'm on my way.
[doorbell]
Oh! Hang on, someone's at the door. One sec.
[Carver shouts] Kelly? Kelly!
Shit!
[car revvs]
Boss, they turned DI Stokes.
But I got him.
Pigtails took the deal and talked.
It's Clifford Major, boss, and the lawyer.
They're in this together.
[Dennett on phone] Sorry, who am I speaking to?
[Judith on phone] It's DI Papastathopoulos.
[stuttering] Papath--
[Judith] Papastathopoulos.
[stuttering] Papath-- What?
[Judith sighs] Forget it.
I'm on my way to Churchland's office now, boss.
Request backup. She is highly dangerous.
Repeat, highly dangerous.
[dramatic music playing]
[machine whirring]
[knocking at door]
DI Major!
Hello, Elizabeth.
Or may I call you...
[slams]
...Elizabeth?
[seductive music playing]
What do you want?
I've answered all your questions.
You've got nothing on me.
I've got nothing on you,
you've got nothing on me.
So here we are, both together...
with nothing on.
Drink?
No thanks. I... need to be somewhere.
Don't be coy.
I've seen the way you look at me.
I gotta go.
But the evening is young.
We haven't been... properly acquainted.
Let me get this straight.
Are you trying to seduce me into saying something incriminating?
A booby trap? No.
I simply want to make love.
Obviously, if you wanna me ntion
something incriminating along the way, well...
[softly] that's up to you.
[kisses]
Go on, then.
Get your clothes off.
What?
[suspenseful music playing]
[Roy] Kelly!
[machine whirring loudly]
[muffled shouting] Kelly!
[shouts] Kel!
[whistles loudly]
[low thud]
[ominous music playing]
It's me. I'm at the rendezvous.
I've got the package.
-Get here! -[groans]
Where's Kelly? What have you done with her?
Nothing.
I didn't want this, Carver.
If you hadn't traced me, I'd be gone.
Well, you'd best kill me now.
Because if I get out of this alive...
I'm taking you down.
[car screeching]
Come on.
You took your time.
[Elizabeth sighs] There was a... complication.
-[Clifford] Roy? -Dad?
She's kidnapped you too, Dad?
Course she hasn't, you dipshit!
He's been in on it from the start like I told you.
What happened to you?
Long story.
He tried to have sex with me.
Okay, short story.
This wasn't the plan.
Plan's changed. I'll drive.
You watch them.
Chief Superintendent. Where's Roy?
Excuse me!
I'm afraid you can't just barge into my office like that.
His car's outside my house and he's not answering the phone.
I think he's, um, in real danger.
[Judith] Churchland has vanished too, boss.
Her office is deserted.
There's also signs of a violent struggle.
But that's where John went. We need to find John.
I thought we were locating DI Carver.
Make your mind up. Which man do you want?
[Kelly] Hey?
There's a love triangle going on.
No, there isn't.
Three people always make a love triangle.
I don't think they do.
Look, to me, it's simple.
Your priority should be with DI Major.
-Why? -I just think he's sexier.
Anyway, you're the one who's slept with both of them.
Maybe Carver's got something, the quiet ones often do.
[giggles]
The fact is,
DI Carver's capable of getting himself out of trouble.
DI Major, all due respect,
is a fucking idiot.
[sighs]
But then again...
it's Pancake Day and DI Major's dying so...
[sighs] It's quite a puzzle, isn't it?
[Alison] Maybe I can help.
[John] I feel so stupid.
I've been telling Carver you're innocent.
[Clifford] It's not what you think.
I did all this for you, Johnnie.
[muttering] That's priceless.
-[Clifford] What? -You!
So you kill a gang, steal the loot
and fuck off to Spain with all the money
just cause you're a family man?
[softly] Bullshit.
[John] Where are you taking us?
[Clifford] Me and Elizabeth are going to disappear.
We'll leave you in the van.
Carver, you'll be dead anyway. Your computer's going to crash.
I've got something to show you, Dad.
[suspenseful music playing]
I'm augmented!
What does that mean?
The word 'augmented'?
I'll be honest, I-I never really found out.
He's telling you he's the AI.
He's part computer, not me.
Why didn't you tell me?
[hollow laugh] I thought you'd be ashamed of me.
Now, I don't give a [slurring] shit what you think.
[Clifford] But, if you're the AI...
that means you're the one who's dying.
[softly] What do you care?
There must be something we can do.
Roy's tried everything, I know he has.
It's over for me now.
Roy said that you'd quit.
Ah, but did I quit?
Or did I let the tech company poach me
so I could use their resources
to build a more reliable fix for Major?
[machine whirring]
It was the second one.
Okay, sorry.
So you have the resources to fix John?
Bioelectronic neural dust.
Connects with individual brain cells,
fuses the organic and AI components seamlessly.
Okay. What are you talking about?
God! You're a genius!
How did you make that so quickly?
I didn't make it so much as I...
stole it from a cabinet.
Which is still genius, right?
Um, yeah, okay. Will it work?
Only if it hits his bloodstream before he crashes.
Which gives us...
twenty-seven minutes to locate him.
His tracker is not responding.
He could be anywhere.
Meanwhile, Clifford and DI Carver are also missing.
Does anybody have any ideas? Anyone at all?
I've got something.
Might be nothing.
Isn't that them over there in that tiny screen?
John must have the glasses!
Oh my god! The surveillance glasses.
Where are they? Where is this?
Uh... we're gonna have to work it out from the visuals.
Do the what with the what?
I already lost you once, Johnnie.
You can't die on me again.
[stuttering] You'll have to go home and
cry into your piles of money.
What money?
Elizabeth got all the money.
It was all her.
She murdered the Chelsea Bridge gang,
she took the money.
I was onto her.
But you didn't arrest her.
No. She made threats.
What kind of threats? What kind of threats?
Against you.
She brought in a hitman.
He was turning up places.
At work, in the pub, outside our house.
Why didn't you arrest the hitman then?
That's what a proper copper would have done.
It wasn't that simple!
There was a network,
they had 100s of balls in the air.
They still do.
I thought you left because you were embarrassed by me.
I had to keep you at arm's length...
to protect you.
-Really? -Bullshit!
[straining] No. Think about it, Roy, it makes sense.
Makes sense? John, he's got you tied up
in the back of a fucking Transit van.
[shouts] I did it all for you!
I just don't know how to prove it to you.
I do.
If you're telling the truth, then untie us.
Go on.
-No! Dad? -[Clifford] Carver's right.
It won't fix the damage I've done,
but it'll be a start.
Dad! Listen to me. You'll go to prison.
That's where criminals belong.
-Just-- No! Dad, stop! -No, don't stop!
[shouts] No! Think about it.
Don't think about it.
I'm... I'm about to drop down dead.
Yeah. I can feel it. I-It's gonna happen any second.
[breathing heavily]
I can't have you spending the rest of your life in prison.
-I can! -I wanna do this, Johnnie.
[John] And I'm telling you not to.
Go, Dad.
Live your life.
[shouts] Just fucking untie us!
[growls] Stay out of this, Roy!
[thudding]
[Elizabeth shouting] What is going on?
Nothing! I've got it.
[Elizabeth] Stop mucking about. We're nearly there.
[intense music playing]
Out.
[Alison] Ah! Gotcha.
-We can fix a location. -[keyboard clicking]
God, this is exciting, isn't it!
You're a total dick.
Do you realise I'm dying?
[straining] Those might be the last words
I ever hear you say.
In that case...
let me add that you're a massive fucking cock twat!
Well, that makes two of us, doesn't it?
What's that supposed to mean?
You didn't even trust me to tell me I was dying.
Once upon a time...
we'd have faced that together.
Well, that's because you were...
-[grunts] That's because you-- -What?
Are they sex-shop handcuffs?
What's your point?
Have you even tried to break them?
[stutters]
[shouting] Fucking hell, John! Snap the cuffs!
It's too late now, Roy.
[shouting] It's not too fucking late.
Snap the fucking cuffs, John!
[John straining]
[helicopter whirring]
That thing yours?
Yeah. Robbed a bank, didn't I?
Got, uh...
a few things to take care of before we go, Clifford.
You said we were gonna leave them in the van.
[cocks gun]
And I intend to.
They're not a threat, Elizabeth.
You've got your millions, we'll be miles away.
Leave them. Leave 'em.
That boy has always been your weakness.
And by the way, we won't be miles away.
Woah! Woah!
I will.
[John growls]
[Roy] Clifford!
[John shouts] Dad!
[growls] Go! Run!
Carver, she's got a gun!
[shouts] She's got a gun!
[gun fires]
[gun clicks]
-[gun clicks] -[Carver growls]
-[gun fires] -[Carver yelps]
-[John groans] Roy! -[shouts] Carver!
[Carver growls]
[Elizabeth whimpers]
[coughs]
[John] Dad! Run!
[straining] Get out of here!
[grunts]
Johnnie!
-[groans] -Johnnie!
[John gasping] Go, Dad.
Leave.
[straining] This is it, Roy.
Time's up. I'm going...
I should have been honest with you, John.
You was protecting me, Roy.
[gasping]
That's what makes you a great partner.
[Clifford] And...
the man who caught Clifford Major.
-[gun fires] -[yelps]
-[Roy] Shit! Clifford! -[Clifford groans]
[John] Dad!
Dad!
-Dad. -[Clifford groaning]
[John gasps] Dad!
[straining] Dad, I need...
to say something.
[gasps] Dad!
I love you, Dad.
[gasping] Roy!
[gasping]
[voice of AI] John.
It's time.
Critical failure.
Five, four, three...
two, one.
[Roy] John?
John?
[sirens wailing]
[beeping]
[voice distorted] John?
John, can you hear me?
[John] Yes, I can hear you.
I'm sorry for your loss, DI Major.
Your father was an excellent officer,
putting aside all the crimes he committed.
We'll name something after him,
a helicopter, a canteen, a birdbath, whatever.
Thanks, boss.
[Kelly] Dr Parfit's fixed you. Good as new.
Turns out I'm not completely useless after all. Hm?
In that case, Kelly...
will you divorce me?
Yes, John, I will.
Fresh start for everyone then.
Including you, Carver.
Or should I say 'Superintendent'?
No, you don't have to use me full title.
You can just call me Guv or Boss or Sir.
Oh, no. The promotion's not happening.
Oh god, no!
With two suspects dead at a crime scene?
We need a full investigation.
You'll be lucky if you aren't demoted.
Anyway, I'm going to the machine.
-Does anyone want Snickers? -[Alison] Oh!
[beeping]
Guess I'll just call you Roy then.
[chuckles]
[thunder rumbling]
[ominous music playing]
[Helen on phone] Is it done?
[Roxy on phone] It's done.
Good.
And they don't suspect anything?
Nope. As far as Parfit's concerned,
she snuck off with the magic potion
and he'll live happily ever after.
[Helen] Is it working?
[Roxy] Of course, it's working.
As of now, DI Major belongs to us.
[intense music playing]
[phone clicks]
[sighs]
[theme music playing]