[gunshots]
[Dennett] I'm sorry DI carver,
your partner was an excellent officer.
Can someone get rid of this corpse?
What are the stats?
[Parfit] 84% suitability.
-[Carver] So, he's a robot? -[Parfit] Yes.
Does that mean he can't get hurt? He can't die?
[screaming]
No, it does not mean that.
[Major] Appreciate the flowers, Judy.
But I'm not dead.
I'm not Judy.
You've been dead a year
and then today they tell me you're alive
but your part computer. It's just a lot to take in.
[Major] Have you been seeing someone?
[Kelly] Yes, I have John. Yeah.
Roy. You've been having an affair.
Do you love her? I knew it was you.
[Carver] Major!
[gunshot firing]
You brought down the Juggler.
Your future is now absolutely assured.
[truck engine running]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Carver] Sierra four, be aware,
unidentified vehicles approaching at speed.
[motorcycle engines roaring]
[truck honking]
[tires screeching]
[man over radio] They forced a stop.
[automated voice] Device armed.
[guard] Shit.
[Carver] Stick to the plan. Do what they want.
[guard over radio] Roger that.
Bring in the backup.
Not yet boss. We'll scare her off.
[intense music playing]
[engines roaring]
[gun cocks]
[gun firing]
[explosive blows]
[guard] Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
[thug] Get down. Hands on your head.
Move!
-[thug] Get down! -[guard] Please, don't shoot!
Hello, Liam.
Thought you'd forgotten about me.
Kill them.
[guard] Please! No!
[gunshots firing]
John Major.
Oh, fuck.
All units move in. Go, go, go!
You have to press the button, boss.
All units move in. Go, go, go!
Former commissioner Helen Chalmers, aka The Juggler,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of conspiracy to murder.
[grunts]
You got the Juggler already.
Cleasby.
-[gunshot fires] -[Cleasby] Shit! shit, Shit!
Sure, Cleasby's got the tattoo but I've seen that tat before.
-[gun firing] -[yelling]
Twenty years ago, at the department summer picnic.
[Chalmers] Are you satisfied, john?
Took us a few weeks to put the pieces together.
You're the Juggler, ma'am.
Cleasby's merely one of your balls.
But he's the last one you'll ever toss.
You're gonna regret this, John.
If I go down, I'm going to make damn sure you go down with me.
Even if I did go down,
that wouldn't necessarily get you off.
As long as you're down there long enough,
I don't care if I do get off.
And all those innocent people you've fingered?
They'd finger me too, given the chance.
Upfront, and behind my back.
Jesus.
Let's go, ma'am.
[sirens wailing]
[crowd applause over the computer]
[Kamara] Wow!
What an unbelievable evening it has been
here at the twenty-seventh annual SIU Awards,
AKA: The Bobbies!
We've had awards for bravery, for compassion,
and for innovation.
DI Carver. Didn't see you at the Bobbies earlier.
Oh, we can't all go out partying, can we?
Some of us have to work.
Tell me about it.
Dr. Nazia Rana, head of research at Millikan BioTech.
She's an expert in biological weapons.
Gone missing, suspected kidnap.
Ransom demand?
Nothing yet. I've listed family, colleagues.
Just hope she hasn't fallen into the wrong hands.
[Kamara] It's time for tonight's main award,
the Bobbie.
For Outstanding Achievement,
in the Field of Excellence,
goes to the man who caught the Juggler.
DI John Major!
[clapping]
-[Kamara] Congratulations. -[Major] Cheers, Cammie. Whoa!
I love you too.
Fellow officers. Friends.
It might look like I brought down the Juggler
by myself, because I did.
But I owe it all to one man.
My partner. My... rock.
You all know who I'm talking about.
Detective Inspector Paul Stokes!
Come up here and join me, Paul! Come on.
We've only been together two weeks,
but I didn't know what a good partner was
until I met this guy!
I can trust him, and he won't let me down.
Won't betray me!
Won't sleep with my wife.
[clapping]
Thank you.
Check out Dr. Rana's workplace in the morning.
Good work.
Thanks.
[laughing]
Oh, here's where he's been hiding.
I'm sorry I couldn't come tonight.
Oh, I'm all right.
Congratulations on the award, mate,
well deserved.
You should have come tonight, Carver.
There was an award for you.
-No there wasn't... -No there wasn't!
He fell for it.
How was that falling for it?
See, Roy doesn't need his own award.
He'll wait till I'm not looking and then move in on mine.
That's how he operates, ain't that right,
Carver?
Oh.
Look, John, Kelly chose to move on, from both of us.
-Oh, yeah. -I know we haven't spoken since,
but I thought we got past this.
Oh, you've moved on to someone else then, have you?
Oh, right. What are you going to take next?
Huh?
Oh, you want a piece of DI Stokes?
Is that it?
I don't want nothing.
Get your hands off my Bobbie.
Didn't touch your fucking Bobbie.
Leave him DI Carver, he's not worth it.
Don't interfere in my business Judy!
Second thoughts... twat him.
Oh!
What the hell happened last night?
Two Detective Inspectors wrestling
like a pair of dogs on heat.
DI Carver is jealous of my Bobbie, ma'am.
-What's that supposed to mean? -I'm not jealous.
Oh so who was the one that nailed Chalmers? Not you.
You didn't do it on your own, did you?
-You wanna go again? -Stop it. Enough!
Look, I understand things are difficult.
You were partners for a long time.
You've both been in intimate
relationships with the same woman.
You're bound to be asking yourselves...
...who did she prefer?
Who was the more...
sensitive lover? Or...
...or the more exuberant?
Was she thinking of him when she was with me,
at my most vulnerable moments.
It won't happen again boss.
Because she's dumped you both.
No, the fighting won't happen again.
John and I both want the same thing at the end of the day.
And neither of you can have her.
I mean to get the job done.
[Dennett cautiously agreeing]
On which note.
Still no ransom demand for Dr. Rana.
We're interviewing potential witnesses and her employer.
Any developments with you two?
Er, yes. Er, he did me a kind of Mexican
banquet the other night, which was lovely.
Er, not met his kids yet so, we think it might be a bit early
but they know about me, so...
There's something seriously wrong with him.
It's like he's been...
Emotionally bewildered and in some kind of non-specifically
creepy relationship with DI Stokes?
-Oh, You've noticed. -Carver, he lives in my lab.
Fucking hell.
Uh-huh.
That was me.
Yeah.
It was.
So go on then, check his code or something.
Find out what caused it.
Ah... I think I can see what caused all this...
It seems to be you,
sleeping with his wife while he was dead.
Yeah, pretty sure that's what caused it.
So you're not going to do anything?
His police skills are the best they've been
since I brought him back from the dead.
Which, by the way, still waiting for a thank you.
Fine.
All right.
It's not as if we were partners any more.
You know? I've moved on. I'm up for promotion.
Then there is no problem.
-There's no problem here. -[tablet dropped]
[woman] DI Carver?
I wanted the boss--
Roxy Millikan, CEO.
I'm sorry, it's just that you look so young.
I didn't schedule time to assuage your embarrassment,
so let's get to the point.
Have you caught Dr. Rana yet?
Caught her?
We didn't realise until now.
She's taken a server, containing
information that this company needs back.
What information? What kind of information?
[Roxy] It's a somewhat embarrassing situation.
[Carver] I didn't come here to assuage your embarrassment.
[Roxy] Dr. Rana was head of our bio-weapons division.
What sort of information do you think she's taken?
Look. You need to find Dr Rana and fast.
[intense music playing]
[car speeds away]
Rana's not been kidnapped.
She's stolen a blueprint for bioweapons.
We need to alert SO12.
You want to take this.
-Carver. -[modified voice] DI Carver.
Listen to me very carefully.
Untraceable. Encrypted at source.
[modified voice] I have significant information.
Is this about Dr. Rana?
It's about you, DI Carver.
You're a cock.
A cock and a wanker.
What's your name please, caller?
My name is not important.
You're right it's not important because I know your name.
It's John Major.
No, it isn't.
John, I'm looking at you right now.
You're on your phone, ya bell-end.
That's a coincidence.
You're a knobhead, DI Carver.
Ok, bye, nan. I love you. [clears throat]
I'm working a possible terror plot.
Right, I've got no time for your juvenile bullshit.
No!
We're too busy for your bullshit.
-[Carver] Yeah, you want some? -[Parfit] Roy!
Come on! Jog on! Go on. Yeah? Where's your Bobby, Roy?
Roy! What are you doing to him?
Me? An hour ago, you said there was nothing wrong with him.
I agreed he had personal issues,
which are now impacting his cognition,
facilitating a decline in global function.
-What? -Quick example.
He's peeing on your computer right now.
Whoa-hoo!
-[computer short circuits] -Whoa! Fuck!
For fuck's sake!
Shh!
Shouting will only make it worse.
Worse? How? Fix him!
This is amygdaloid.
What?
It's emotional.
What? Wha... Can't you do emotional stuff?
I'm a computer scientist.
I have no friends and I spend sixteen hours a day
eating breakfast cereal in an underground laboratory.
Does it sound like I can "do emotional stuff"?
[DI Major zips up]
You broke him. You fix him.
-[computer short circuits again] -[gasp]
[Major] Fucking hell!
Let's talk about why you feel ignored.
[door opening]
Kelly, I need your help.
Roy! Roy, I'm in the middle of a session.
Is he still not any better?
We agreed, no contact.
All right.
-It's fine, yeah I'll go. -Yeah.
Talk to your husband.
Eh? No. No.
The marriage is over. Oh, my God. No.
That's just going to make John way more confused.
-That's literally not possible. -Look.
Roy, he isn't your problem any more.
Well, tell him that! He won't leave me alone.
He keeps interfering when I'm trying to do my job.
Oh, I can't possibly imagine how that must feel.
I'd talk to him,
but I... I just don't know the right words to say.
Look I'm sure you do.
He's all shitted-up in the head.
Okay, maybe you don't.
But you... you know? You're a therapist.
It's your job
and you're incredible at it.
Yeah, Roy and the first rule of therapy is
don't take your husband as a client.
You just said the marriage is over.
I'm not asking you to get back with him.
Just give him a call.
Please.
DI Major,
I need to talk to you.
Bit busy right now, Judy.
I don't care.
I need to say something.
Are you listening to me?
All ears.
It's about my name.
-My name is not-- -[phone ringing]
Yeah. Tell me later, Judy.
No! No! You will listen to me now!
My name is not Judy.
-So, -It's...
-[phone ringing] -One moment, Judy.
I'll call you back.
[hangs up receiver]
It's...
Judith.
My name is Judith.
Well, you only had to say.
From now on I'll call you Judith.
You won't because I've been promoted.
You can call me Detective Sergeant Papastathopoulos.
Pap...
-Papath-- -Papastathopoulos.
Pa...
Oh, fuck off.
[phone ringing]
Kelly! Hi. Er, long time, er, no... no see. How are you doing?
Sorry. John... John, there's...
Something's happened to your voice.
[modified voice] What? Oh.
Sorry, I've not switched the um...
Hang on a minute.
[modified voice] Is that better?
No.
Fuck. Um... If I go into settings...
How do you switch the voice thing off?
It's... Te... testing!
[modified voice] Testing, it's John here.
Your husband, John Major.
John, It doesn't matter.
John, I was checking to see how you are.
Oh, I'm doing extremely...
extremely well, um--
We'll go for a coffee. I'll text you.
This is nice.
Like old times.
Yeah, no, just to be clear, this isn't about reconciliation or--
Oh, God no. I mean, neither of us wants to do that.
So what is it about?
Er, Roy asked if I would see you.
Roy?
Yes, John. Roy, your friend.
I haven't got any friends called Roy.
My best friend is DI Paul Stokes.
Right. Yeah, no, that's another thing. He's quite concerned
about how close you are coming to your new partner.
Well, why would he think that?
Well, just the fact that, he's here now for example.
Paul and I don't keep secrets from each other.
Unlike my previous partner who shall not be named, Roy Carver.
Well, Roy asked me to tell you, so...
Yeah, well. I don't want to hear
about it Kelly. Come on, Paul, we're leaving.
I'm worried about Roy!
I, er...
I think he's struggling without you.
Did he say that?
Er... I can't remember his exact words.
Try.
Er... I just think it's really...
tough on him, you've so obviously...
moved on with a life and new friend.
Yeah, I have.
This is a good opportunity for you to be the bigger man.
You know? Just go easy on him, yeah?
Just because...
two people can't be partners any more,
doesn't mean they can't get along.
Exactly.
-Do you wanna grab some dinner? -No.
Good, me neither. Come on Paul.
You're all right, I'll come back.
No, no, no. It's okay.
Have your snack.
I thought you'd have finished your shift by now.
I have. I'm...
Just waiting for Paul.
We're doing an escape room.
-That'll be fun. -Yeah.
You ever done one?
No.
-I've heard they're good though. -Oh, yeah.
Something a bit different isn't it?
You'll have to let me know how it goes.
Oh, yeah. No, I will do. Definitely. Some.
I'll definitely let you know how it pan... pans out.
-John, listen, I just wanna... -Roy, I-
-No, go on. -No, no, no.
-No, no, you... -No, let me just tell you...
-[phone ringing] -No, hang on.
-I just wanted to say... -Sorry, Sorry, mate.
Just gotta take this, sorry.
-Hello? -[amplified voice] DI Carver.
Listen to me carefully.
Fucking hell, John.
What?
[amplified voice] I have information for you.
How is it me? I'm standing right here.
Well, if it's not you, it's your stupid fucking mate then.
[amplified voice] DI Carver, are you listening to me?
Yeah I'm listening. Who is this?
A representative of Dr. Rana.
Come alone DI Carver.
In thirty minutes.
Roy.
Your Pop-Tart!
[door shuts]
Dr. Rana?
It was you who called me, wasn't it?
Is that the server you took?
Know what's on it?
Genome sequence for a synthetic bio-weapon
that could decimate the population.
I should know, I designed it.
What are you going to do with it?
The right thing.
Now that information only exists here.
Let me disappear so they can't get it.
Knowledge can be dangerous, DI Carver.
In the words of Robert Oppenheimer--
Got the bugger!
And, I brought your Pop-Tart!
For fuck's sake, what are you doing here?
I told you to come alone!
I did come alone! He followed me because he's a fucking stalker!
I'm helping you out.
Kelly said you were struggling without me.
Me? No, I'm fine.
You're clearly not fine because you needed my help to catch...
Oh. Oh.
Oh, bollocks.
Plan B.
In case you didn't let me go.
I have to disappear one way or another.
I think I've made a mistake. Hold on.
Here, just... now bear with me.
Fuck it. Stay back, Roy! She'll kill us all.
-No. She won't. -I fucking will!
Okay.
Let's just have a nice, calm chat, shall we?
There's a few things I want to say.
[Carver] Not you, her.
I've got a message for my best friend,
in case I don't make it.
-No, you don't need to. -You're a special person.
The one constant in this fucked up world,
and the best partner I ever had.
John, you can tell him yourself.
It's all right, Roy, I just did.
Did you get that? I was saying that you're the best partner I--
Yeah, I've got it, yeah.
-Yeah, I know, I got it. -Now get back!
Why don't you give me that grenade?
Jesus!
-John, it's a grenade! -I know it's a fucking grenade!
[beeping]
[grunts]
[beeping rapidly]
Oh, fuck a duck!
[explosion]
[Dennett] You're darn lucky you both weren't killed.
I know, boss. I'm a very lucky man.
Now about this request for you to be partnered back up.
It's highly irregular given your history.
After all, you've both been intimate with the same woman,
you've both traced your tongues...
along the same curves.
We know the history, boss.
But what do I do? You two fit together
like a hotdog fits a bun. You're back in business.
Okay. But as long as it's an equal partnership.
We both do the work, we both share the credit.
Totally.
Oh, and, Major, nice work bringing in Dr. Rana,
you're on fire!
Thank you, ma'am. I surprise myself sometimes.
John.
Appreciate that, mate.
What?
You, requesting for us to be partners again.
It means a lot.
I didn't put in the request. I thought you put it in.
[in Welsh accent] I put the request in, didn't i?
No offence, but you were doing my fucking head in.
Huh. Turns out he's Welsh.
[phone rings]
Hello?
[automated voice] You have a call from prisoner...
[Cleasby] Liam Cleasby.
[automated voice] ...at HMP Plissken.
[Carver] What do you want, you ball bag?
An apology?
Turns out I'm not the Juggler after all,
I'm just a low-level drug de--
Don't hang up!
This thing goes deeper than you think.
I'm ready to talk... about everything.
[upbeat music playing]