[ominous music]
- FN P90 personal defence weapon,
ideal for close-quarter combat,
capable of penetrating body armour.
- Yeah, all right, pal, you're not on the Shopping Channel.
I know the spec.
- Back a pace, I need a wider visual.
- So I guess you know what this is?
- Shit.
- Well, I know that's not loaded.
- Are you sure?
- Pretty sure.
Shall we find out?
[gun clicks]
- Jesus, mate, have you got a death wish?
[chuckles]
- I never carry guns and ammo together.
It's like taking a fox and a chicken across a river.
- What? - It's a brainteaser.
You've got a fox, a chicken, and a bag of grain.
You've got to transport the chicken--
- Yeah, yeah, I don't really give a shit
about foxes and chickens.
[sighs]
What else you got?
- Wait there.
- [Roy] What's happening?
Did he ID you?
- He couldn't ID his own arse in a hall of mirrors,
but thanks for looking out for me, mate.
- John, listen, about earlier,
back at your house, what you think you saw--
- [John] Shut it, he's coming back.
- Mossberg 500 12-gauge pump action shotgun.
[shotgun clacks]
This is your all-American classic.
- [Roy] Keep your cool, John.
If we crack this, we're one step closer to the top.
- [Kristof] 14-inch barrel--
[cellphone buzzes] Six chamber capacity,
six-pound in weight,
giving you an effective firing range up to 40 metres.
[computer beeping]
Since I like you, I got a bargain for you.
Tactical red dot sight on-hand.
Oh, and cheese.
- Did you say cheese?
- Yeah, I said cheese.
For your camera.
Detective Inspector Major.
- Carver, cover's blown, it's a setup!
[computer beeping]
- Shit, Major, move!
John, move!
[thrilling music]
- I ain't leaving without answers!
Who set me up?!
- Don't know! - Major, they're coming!
Get out from there! - Give me a name!
- Abort, move!
[Kristof whispering]
[tyres screeches]
[gun firing]
[gasps]
[machine beeping]
[machine humming]
- I'm sorry, DI Carver.
Your partner was an excellent officer.
You two were the best team on the force.
In a way, it's like you've both died.
- Yes, boss.
- We'll name something after him, something important,
like a helicopter or a canteen.
A birdbath, whatever.
[door hisses]
- [Roy] Kelly.
[sombre music]
- John. - I'm sorry, Mrs. Major.
Your husband was an excellent officer.
- I think she just wants to be left alone, boss.
- Of course.
Can someone get rid of this corpse?!
[gurney squeaking]
What are the stats?
- 84% suitability.
- Do it!
[static crackling]
[gentle music]
- All right, mate?
From Judy in the office.
She was too upset to bring them, so she asked me to.
I mean, I paid for them, so technically they're from me.
Sorry, John.
[ominous music]
You know, I should have come sooner.
[sighs]
I just felt so guilty about [groans].
[thrilling music]
[both grunting]
Fucking hell!
- Hello, Roy!
[Roy yelping]
- What the fuck?
- Oh, I thought you'd say Jesus, so I could go,
"No, but we both came back from the dead!"
- Jesus!
- The moment's gone now.
- But I saw you die, John.
I gave you CPR, I felt your blood running through me fingers
when I tried to get your heart going.
- I'm the best cop in the unit, mate.
They had to bring me back.
- They?
Who are they? - The geeks.
The techie bods.
[remote squealing]
- Oh, my god!
- No, not him, you tool, he's flying a plane.
[plane whirring]
Her.
They rebuilt me, with computers.
Yeah, she'll explain all the science bit.
- So are you like a robot?
- I'm the same DI Major who's been saving your arse
for the last 10 years.
I've just been augmented.
- What's that mean? - What, the word augmented?
I don't know, they all keep using it,
I should probably check.
- Does your wife know?
- What augmented means?
- No, that you're back from the dead, you dickhead!
- I thought you could help me tell her.
You two always got along.
Anyway, the boss wants to see us.
[hisses]
[John mimics buzzing]
- Fucking hell.
- I'm only kidding.
[laughs]
So why do you feel guilty?
- Hey? - Well, back there,
you said you felt guilty.
What for?
- Oh, nothin'.
- You feel guilty about nothing?
- Well, it's a normal psychological reaction,
isn't it, when someone dies?
- Is it?
- [Roy] Yeah.
Yeah. - Oh.
What's with the birdbath?
[upbeat music]
[clapping]
[group clapping]
[upbeat music]
[group cheering]
Appreciate the flowers, Judy.
But I'm not dead.
- I'm not Judy.
- John Major.
It's good to have you back.
- Thank you, boss.
- This place was nothing without you.
You're the best cop in the unit.
Compared to you, the rest of the people in here
are worse than shit.
- Boss, I still don't get any of this.
I saw this man die.
I was chief pallbearer at his funeral.
- We had to stage a funeral for cover.
It was Gracie in the coffin.
- What, I buried a sniffer dog?
- Full police honours.
- It's what she would have wanted, Roy.
- But why didn't you tell me this was happening?
You must have at least needed permission from his wife?
- The only permission we need is this guy's.
Do we have your permission, John?
- Hell yeah! - Hell yeah!
Look, it's the first time this procedure's been tried.
We had to keep it under wraps in case it went tit-shaped.
- Procedure, what procedure?
What did you do?
- Dr. Parfit will explain.
She's an American.
- Subject sustained irreparable damage to several organs.
These, we transplanted with replacements
cloned from stem cells.
Now, for the higher cortical areas,
we pioneered a technique of using
artificial intelligence modules
with the subject's pre-existing neural networks.
- Mm. - You put computers
in his head, so he is a robot?
- No. - Yes.
- So, well, is he like, what, part-robot?
- He's 90% human, 10% nonorganic matter--
- Let's just say I'm 150% human.
- Let's not say that.
- So does that mean he can't get hurt, he can't die?
- Damn right, it does.
- No, it does not mean that.
[taser crackling] - Oh, fuck!
- Yeah, thanks for clearing all that up.
- Look it's simple-- [John whimpers]
He was dead, she brought him back, now he's better.
It's not brain surgery.
- Well, technically, it is--
- Blah, blah, blah, listen,
I've got unfinished business out there,
so let's find the guy who shot me
and nail his head to his arse.
[taser crackling] - Easy, tiger.
That investigation's in the capable hands
of DIs Gilbert and Ryle.
- [Both] Yay!
- And we need to check you're in full working order
before we let you loose on the streets.
A trial period.
Besides, you've got other things to deal with.
- [John] Hm?
- Your wife?
- Kelly knows I'm alive.
They sent an officer.
- So she knows she attended the funeral
of an English Springer Spaniel?
- Yeah.
- You're right, then, nothing to worry about.
Probably baked you a cake.
- Look more nervous than me.
What's up?
- Nothin'.
[remote beeps]
[grunting]
Here.
Look, mate, it's really good to have you back.
You know, losing you, it was hard.
- Well, I'm back now, so everything's fine.
- Yeah, but it must be weird for you,
you know, dying and then coming back part AI.
I mean, how does it feel?
- It's like you know when you go to sleep
and then you wake up and you're awake again?
- Yeah. - It's kinda like that.
[sighs]
So listen, what happened to the case we were working on?
Operation Bluefinch.
- Got closed down after you got shot.
- But it's the reason I got shot.
Find my killer and we crack Bluefinch.
- Look, just before it happened,
Kristof, that dealer, he said something to you.
The wire went down and I couldn't catch it.
Do you remember what he said?
- I remember a name.
I don't know exactly where it came from,
but it's very clear in my mind.
- Okay, that's good, go on.
- Blumenthal.
Heston Blumenthal.
- That's a TV chef.
- Is it? Oh.
Maybe it's not him, then.
- Do you remember anything else from that night?
- The last thing I remember was earlier on.
You came round to our place, we had Chinese.
[static crackling]
- Not relevant. - I'd had a blazing row
with Kelly, stormed off to the pub.
[static crackling] [people yelling]
- But it's not important.
- I didn't come home for hours and when I did,
your car was still in the driveway and I remember thinking,
"I mean, that's weird, what's he still doing here?"
- John, John, John, John, John,
you're focusing on the wrong thing, focus on the shooting.
- Rick Stein!
- Also a TV chef.
- Gino D'Acampo? - Chef.
- Ken Hom!
- Look, maybe we should leave this for now, aye?
[gentle music]
[static crackling] - I mean, that's weird,
what's he still doing here?
[doorbell rings]
- Hi, honey, I'm home.
You look fantastic considering.
- Considering what?
- The grief. - The grief.
The grief.
Well, it's been a difficult year, so...
Oh, hey. - Oh.
- [Kelly] Hello, you.
- [John] Oh, I'm back now.
- I should go. - No, God, Roy.
- [Roy] You've got a lot to talk--
- No, please, stay.
I'll get some more wine.
- [John] Yeah.
- I'll go give her hand, yeah?
What the fuck are we gonna do?
- I don't know, Roy, I don't know.
Does he know about us?
Does he remember that night, the night?
- I think we'd know if he remembered.
- Is he the same as before?
- Yeah, honestly, he's a bit of a knob.
- And?
- Yeah, did you manage to hide all me stuff?
- [Kelly] Oh, God, yes, it's all bagged up,
it's in the shed.
Oh, my god.
- [Roy] What?
- Something's been going on here.
You've extended the kitchen.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
There was a payout after you got shot, so I, there was,
I did that and I also converted the loft as well, so.
- Oh, you have been keeping busy.
Where's the wine, then?
[refrigerator chimes] - You're running low
on butter and hummus.
- Oh, Pinot Grigio.
Got the same wine Roy always buys.
You see?
Augmented, nothing gets past me.
- [Refrigerator] Thank you, Roy.
Enjoy your wine.
- [John] You take this through.
I'll grab me bag from the car.
- Your bag?
- Yeah, it's just a few bits.
We'll have to do a proper clothes shop on the weekend.
Lost a little bit of weight getting shot.
- No, no, no, no, John.
You didn't think you were just gonna move
straight back in, did you?
- Well, it's my house.
- I know it is, sweetheart.
I think we just need a little bit more time.
- Time?!
I've been dead a year, how much more time do you need?
- I know exactly, you've been dead a year.
You know, it ripped my life apart,
and then, today, they tell me that you're alive,
but you're part computer.
It's a lot to take in.
- I understand.
How about tomorrow? - No.
- Day after? - No, John.
We just need to get to know each other again.
- We don't!
I'm still me, the same man that you married,
just with new wiring, improvements, really.
Think of me as like Oscar Pistorius.
- Probably not the reference
I would have gone for, personally.
- No?
[upbeat music]
[door clacks]
- [Dr. Parfit] What went wrong?
- Kelly doesn't want me back!
- She didn't say that, John.
What do you mean, "What went wrong?"
You're the Silicon Valley genius, he's meant to be perfect.
[suitcase clunks]
- But he's a work in progress, a prototype.
I need you to monitor him for abnormal behaviour,
subtle things that only you would notice.
[door clunking]
- Are you sure you didn't have any bits left over
when you finished rewiring him?
[suitcase thuds]
- Balls to this, Carver!
I've got no home, no wife!
Let's go and find the bastard who shot me!
- Is he gonna be okay?
- He better be.
We don't want this project shut down.
- What do you mean "shut down"?
- Just don't overstress him
and watch out for any unusual responses.
And try not to get him wet.
[upbeat music]
[device beeping]
- [John] Got him.
- Look, this fella's a small-time drug dealer.
He doesn't know nothing
about the shooting. - He was at the deal, right?
He's connected somehow, whether he knows it or not.
- He was questioned a year ago.
- Yeah, by Gilbert and Ryle, not by me.
- Right, but, look, this is unofficial, so tread softly.
- Roger that.
[loud thudding]
Open up, Cleasby, it's judgement day!
[door thuds] [John grunts]
- [Man] Get out of my flat!
- Oh, oh! - Are you fucking
the devil's glasses?! - Sorry.
[baby crying] - I'll tell the police!
- Wrong door.
- It's that one.
[loud thudding]
- Cleasby!
- Jesus! [John sighs]
- No, but we both came back from the dead!
[door thuds]
- But you were dead!
You got shot and you died.
- Don't believe everything you see on the news, Cleasby.
- It wasn't on the news.
- Oh. Wasn't it?
Well, in the papers, then.
- We got some questions for you, Cleasby.
- Or online, and let's face it,
that's where most people are getting their news these days.
- I answered your questions already.
I shouldn't have been there.
I'm drugs, not guns.
- Look, it's all connected, and you know it is.
Just tell us who's supplying the product these days.
- Amazon Prime.
[bag thuds]
- Answer the question, Cleasby, or live to regret it.
- Is that a threat?
- Oh, no, my friend, that's not a threat.
That's a promise.
- Except the promise to do harm is a threat.
That's what the word threat means, so technically it's--
- Yeah, I suppose.
Then yes!
It's a threat.
- Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi.
Look, we know you're just a low-level little scrote.
We want someone important.
Take us to your supplier.
- Sorry, I'm fully stocked. [sniffing loudly]
I don't need to, ho!
What the fuck?!
- Major, what are you doing?
- Well, I'm simply disposing of the drugs.
- Well, why don't you put them down the sink, then,
for Christ's sake?!
- Good one.
Yeah.
I was gonna do that, anyway.
[sniffing]
[loud clattering]
- What? - Oh, looks like
you're out of stock, Cleasby.
Time for a trip to the wholesaler.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
You're forgetting that narcotics don't affect me anymore.
- Are you sure?
- I'm pretty sure, yeah.
[sniffs] [wheezes]
- Pretty sure?
- 99.9%, which is 999, which is the number of the police,
which is the upside down of 666,
which is the number of the beast, which is the bad guys!
- Okay.
[upbeat music]
[panting]
- I don't like this, this is bad.
- [Roy] Okay, Cleasby, when the supplier turns up,
just act natural.
And stop touching your ear.
- This is a nice par cark.
[laughs]
I said par cark.
I meant to say par cark.
So why did I say par cark?
- 'Cause you're very high on drugs.
- I am not high on drugs!
- Okay, then something's been lost
in all this AI digital bullshit
and you've come back a really crap copper.
- Okay, it's the drugs, but I got us a result!
Cleasby's meeting his supplier and we are gonna nail him!
- [Cleasby] Okay, he's here.
Can you hear me?
He's coming.
- [Roy] We are nailing no one.
You-- - Mm.
[Roy groans]
Mm. - Fuck.
Are staying in the car.
- But I'll be sad in the car.
- Don't touch anything.
I fucking mean it.
[John whimpers]
- [John] Roy.
Oh, shit.
[men chattering]
- Aye, soft lad.
[thrilling music]
- Yes!
Get him!
Go, Roy!
- Listen, I don't wanna arrest you.
I'm working my way up the food chain here, okay?
- Why's he letting him go?
My, God, Carver, it's you.
You've been in on this from the start.
That's why you felt guilty!
You set me up!
It all makes sense!
[thrilling music]
[electricity crackles] [John screeches]
- [Car] Security mode activated.
[locks clack]
- Now, someone shot my partner,
and you're gonna help me find him.
- Roy!
I know it was you!
- [Man] Is this guy with you?
- Oh, don't worry about him, he's just confused.
Come on mate, talk to me.
What do you know? - Bastard!
- Look, don't worry, I won't let him lay a finger on you.
[punch thuds]
What did you do that for?!
[tyres screeching]
- I know it was you that got me shot!
You set it up, the whole thing.
That's why you left me in the car just now.
That's why you let the suspect go!
- I left you in the car because you're off your head!
And I didn't let the suspects go, you did!
[panting]
Now, can you let me go, please?!
[tyres screeching]
You bell end!
- [John] Oh!
[Roy groans]
[car clunks] Oh, fucking hell!!
[screams]
- You all right, Roy?
[machine beeping]
[gentle music]
From Judy, in the office.
She was too upset to come.
How you doing, okay?
- No, I died, but luckily enough,
they brought me back to life
and replaced me brain with a ZX Spectrum.
- Was that a dig at me?
All right, fair enough.
I feel bad enough what's happened.
- It looks worse than what it is.
There's no internal--
- Yeah, I'm gonna stop you there, Roy.
That's not the thing I feel bad about.
The thing I feel bad about
is a thing I haven't told you yet.
Clearly, we acted without authorization
and caused a public disturbance.
- We did that?
- Dennett wanted answers and...
I blamed you.
- What? - Yeah.
I said you took a load of drugs,
let the suspect go, and jumped off the car park.
- Why would you do that?
- Well, you heard what Dennett said, this is a trial period.
I'm on probation, Roy, I can't tell him I screwed up.
- So you told her I screwed up?!
- No, well, yes, but I explained it.
You should have heard me, I really defended you.
- Oh, thanks for that.
- You're welcome. - Well, just so you know,
when I file my own report,
I'll be giving a truthful account of exactly what happened.
- You can't. - Watch me!
- Carver, I'm serious.
They'll switch me off.
You know, if they think I've failed, I'll be--
- Aw, terminated. - No, don't take the piss,
I'm desperate.
This is your chance to make it up to me.
- Make what up?
- At the birdbath, you said you felt guilty.
Do you remember when I got shot?
You tried to save my life.
You did CPR and felt my blood on your fingers,
well, here's your second chance,
and this time, you can save my life.
You'll say it was you?
- Just this once.
[John sighs] But never again.
- Thank you.
Ooh.
Well, I'll love you and leave you.
- Just leave me is fine.
- Yeah, couple more quick things.
I broke your car trying to hot-wire it
and I was also sick on the seat.
And you should probably get it out that car park
'cause it's like 30 quid a day in there.
Oh, and Carver?
It's good to be back.
[knocking]
- Oh, Jesus.
[gentle music]
[alarm beeps]
- He's leaving the hospital now.
I played dumb just like you said.
No, he never even mentioned your name, boss.
I don't think he remembers.
No, if anything, he's come back a bit shit.
[chuckles]
I'll keep tabs.
Let you know if we need to finish him, again.
[cellphone clacking]
[cellphone cracks]
[upbeat music]
- You said you wanted to get back on serious crimes!
- Not by committing one!
[gun fires]
- Have you tried switching yourself off and on again?
- Like a computer!
[truck horn honking]
- Oh, shit!
- I thought you had your own place.
- I do have my own place, Kelly.
You just won't let me live in it.
Holy shit, a foot!