02x05 - Staying on Top

[bunniefuu]

[Protestors chanting]

All: g*ns don't k*ll people,
coppers do.

g*ns don't k*ll people,
coppers do.

Beardsmore: Whether he
regains consciousness or not,

I understand that
everything is in place

to charge Ravinder Mochani
with the murders

of Frank Chapman, Dave
Chapman, and Megan Parks.

The evidence connected
to Frank and Megan's murders

isn't conclusive, sir.

Oh, really?

Does it point
anywhere else? Hmm?

This is clearly a turf w*r

between two
rival crime families.

I'm afraid the investigation's
a little bit

more complex than that, sir.

Oh. I'll make it simpler

for you then, shall I, DI Ray?

You've seen the chaos out there.

We are being accused of racism

against a man who was
a violent criminal.

It is imperative that
we maintain public order,

and to do that
we need to close this case.

I understand and appreciate
the sense of urgency, sir, but...

Yet again,
your questionable loyalty

has got us in this mess.

If you can't put someone else

firmly in the frame very soon,

I'm naming Ravinder Mochani
as the only suspect.

♪

Before that lot make
a bloody martyr out of him.

The clock is ticking
for you, DI Ray.

Understood, sir.

♪

[Theme music playing]

♪

The surveillance
on Amara Dhawan's

home and vehicles is in place.

TSU worked through the night.

Thanks for sorting it
out so quickly.

The viewing gallery is where

Patrick and his team
used to work.

Let's hope it yields something.

I'd better get on.
- Uh, Ray.

We should talk about
the IOPC investigating

the police sh**ting
of Mr. Mochani.

Yeah, course.

They'll be wanting
someone to take the fall,

so, we should have each
other's backs today, Rachita.

Act like a team.

You know what these
things can be like.

I don't, actually.

Just be vigilant.
It's the optics

surrounding the sh**ting of Rav
that they'll be concerned about, so,

let's not give them any reason

to change the narrative, yeah?

What is the narrative, ma'am?

A violent triple m*rder
suspect was shot

as he reached
for a loaded weapon.

A weapon
he was about to surrender.

They didn't need
to sh**t him, ma'am.

Well, what if he shot you?

They were just doing their job.

There's a lot at stake here. - I know
what the stakes are, ma'am, for both of us.

All the more reason to
put aside any differences

we might have and be united.

For today at least, yeah?

Understood, ma'am.

[Indistinct chatter]

Oh. I just
popped by your office.

Yeah, we're pretty good at
missing each other, aren't we?

We are.
Um, big day ahead.

I just wanted to wish you luck.

Yeah, you, too.
- Um,

I know we're not supposed
to do this, but maybe

we should meet up later.
Get a bite and debrief,

if you want to?

These investigators
can be brutal,

so, if you need to vent...

Yeah, OK. Sure.

Great. Um,
I'll text you.

Yeah.

[Siren wails in distance]

Rachita: So, two days ago,
Suzie Chapman

was with Amara
in Council Chambers.

We don't know
what they were talking about,

but we know the day before,
Amara was on the phone

to Priya Mochani.

It's too much of a coincidence.

It has to be about the Council
bailiff contract, ma'am.

We know that both the
Chapmans and the Mochanis

were willing to pay
to secure it,

we just didn't know whose
palm they'd have to grease.

You can't get
much more influential

than the Mayor-in-waiting.

I know it looks like a neat
and tidy corruption case,

but all this is connected
to Frank and Megan's murders.

We just need to work out how.
- Sorry, ma'am.

I had to move my car.

Bloody protestors blocking
the car park this morning.

I parked on the side street.

We need to get to the truth,
before Rav is nailed for murders

he didn't commit,
so, let's try and keep

an open mind
about everything, OK?

No suspect is too unlikely,
no motive too obscure.

Speaking of which,

has Lou Kirkby resurfaced yet?

Haven't seen him since we
ambushed him at the snooker hall.

Rachita: We still need to find
the "toxic b*tch" Lou mentioned.

Because if she really was
a girlfriend of Frank's,

she could have
vital information,

especially about why
those two fell out.

We need a name.

Amara: Jas, will you pass me
my phone, please, darling?

Jasmin: But I wanna
finish watching...

Amara: You've had enough
screen time

this morning.
Thank you.

Man: What time shall
I do dinner for?

Amara: I've got a late meeting.
No idea when I'll be back,

so, don't wait for me.
Bye. See you later.

Jasmin: I'm tired.

Can't we read "Paddington"
again?

Switching to vehicle
feed, ma'am.

So, these will be
our golden hours,

when Amara's leaving
to and from work each day.

She's alone, she's secure,
and no-one's eavesdropping

on her conversation,
except for us.

Of course, take shifts,
work it out amongst yourselves,

but I want someone
listening and watching

Amara Dhawan at all times.

Ma'am.

♪

Clive: Ma'am,
I think I've found something.

What is it?

It's not what. Who.

It's a woman called Claire Doyle.
Runs a swimming academy.

There's another one here
from around the time

Lou Kirkby went inside.

If Claire Doyle's dating Frank
in this picture,

I mean, she could be the woman
that Lou was talking about.

Hang on a minute.

OK.

Yeah, I knew I'd seen her.

Lou must have, too,
at Frank's wake.

That's how come he knew
she was still around.

Well, it's definitely her.

Worth checking out, ma'am?
- Yeah.

And well done.

Give her a call so
we can pay her a visit.

[Siren wails]
[Car horns honk]

Clive: Thanks again for letting
me stay the other night, ma'am.

Don't mention it.

Did I do something
to upset you that night?

You've just been a bit off
with me ever since.

I've just got a lot
on my mind, that's all.

Think this is it.

Claire: I still can't
believe he's dead.

And that poor young girl.
- Megan Parks.

Yeah. And then
Dave Chapman, too.

We've stepped up security
around the Academy since.

We need our students to know
that this is a safe place.

It's an incredible building.
- Yeah.

It was the Council pool
earmarked for closure.

Frank bought it from them

and asked me
to start the Academy.

Woman: OK, keep your floats
out straight.

Rachita: I understand you and Frank
were involved once. Is that right?

Claire: For a couple of
years, yeah.

But that was a long time ago.

You knew he was married?

Sorry, it's not a judgement.

Just trying to understand
your relationship.

Yes, I knew.

And what happened between you?

It was a mutual agreement
to end it.

Last time we had contact
was on his birthday

about 4 or 5 years ago.

People move on, don't they?

Is there a reason why
there's photos missing

from that wall?

Um,

the rest are in another box,
I think.

Clive: There's no money
in swimming, so,

what did Frank
get out of all this?

[Sighs] Frank came from nothing,

just like most of the kids
that used the Council pool,

and he didn't want it
taken away from them.

Do you know anyone
that held a grudge

or threatened Frank in any way?

Sorry, I don't.

Does the name Lou
Kirkby ring any bells?

Yeah, I've heard of Lou.
He was a friend of Frank's.

Clive:
We heard they fell out badly

not long before
Lou went to prison,

around the time
you were seeing Frank.

Don't know anything about that.

Lou was released
last month, actually.

Oh.

Claire, I'm sorry
to have to ask you this,

but we've asked everybody
who knew Frank...

You want my alibi?

Yeah.

One of our girls
won this in a competition

in Dudley on that same night.

I was there.

I dropped her and her mum home
around midnight.

I'll get their details for you.

Clive: Thank you.

♪

Rachita:
Will you check the alibi?

As soon as we're back, ma'am.

Did you see inside that cabinet?

Yeah, the decanter.

Claire Doyle could be
the one that Frank poured

that whisky for
just before he was shot.

There are no prints
on the glass to compare.

No. And those missing

class photos are bothering me.

Clive: Yeah, in a box my arse.

Ma'am, do you think
we should've warned Claire

about Lou Kirkby?
- If Lou really did

have a grudge against her,
he'd have done something

about it at the wake.

Right now, I'm more concerned

about what Claire Doyle's
hiding from us.

Keep digging.
Try and find those missing photos.

♪

All: g*ns don't k*ll people,
coppers do!

Bloody hell,
there's more of 'em.

Maybe they know
the IOPC are here.

That's today?
Why didn't you say anything, ma'am?

Man: Here's two more
with blood on their hands!

[All shouting indistinctly]

Rachita:
Let's go through the back.

[Protestors
shouting indistinctly]

Well, that's the formalities
out of the way.

So, let's dive in.

Due to the focus of this
investigation shifting somewhat...

I'm sorry,
what do you mean "shifting"?

Rav Mochani died in hospital
a short while ago.

This is now an investigation
into a fatal police sh**ting.

♪

So, you went
to meet Ravinder Mochani,

the prime suspect
in your m*rder inquiry.

You'll understand
my confusion, DI Ray.

You agree that the
Operational Firearms Commander

and all team members
attended a briefing

conducted by the officer
in charge, DCI Henderson.

That's correct, yes.

And yet when you give us

the account of
the operation itself,

you claim to have had no idea

that the firearms unit
was there.

I meant I knew
they were in the vicinity.

I just thought they were
much further back,

with DCI Henderson and DI Holden

in a monitoring capacity.
- For what purpose?

To meet the protocols
so the operation could proceed,

but DCI Henderson
and I had agreed

that they weren't to be active.

Mr. Mochani had asked
that I come alone.

Which does make us
question your decision

to meet with the suspect
in the first place.

I didn't consider the suspect
to be a personal threat.

I never felt
like I was in danger.

But it was the only viable opportunity
we had to apprehend him safely

and to elicit
vital information from him

relating to our investigation.

What information?

I don't know. He was shot
before he could tell me.

I see.

I'd like to touch now, just
briefly, on this complaint

that's been made against you.

Woman: I'm sorry, but what
relevance does that have here?

Well, there's a suggestion
that when considered in light

of the fatal police sh**ting
of Mr. Mochani,

the nature of this complaint

could point towards
a pattern of behaviour

regarding DI Ray's ability

to make clear
and objective decisions.

I don't think
it was my decision,

clear, objective, or otherwise,
to sh**t Rav Mochani.

I'm not the first person to flag
these reckless methods of yours.

DCI Henderson, for example,

has expressed similar concerns.

DCI Henderson?
- Among others.

You mean
Superintendent Beardsmore?

Do you wish to respond, DI Ray?

I know what I saw.
It was a sh**t to k*ll.

Rav was about
to surrender his weapon

and they shot him anyway.

I will remind you
that your statement

will be entered into the record.

I know.
But the narrative's

already been written, hasn't it?

It was from the moment

that officer discharged
his weapon.

This investigation is not over.

We shall be continuing
our interviews this week.

Thanks.

Hiroka,
everything Henderson said

this morning was...

She just wants me
to stay in my box.

No, she wants you
to take the fall.

As does Beardsmore.

The police shot dead
an Asian man.

The only way they're gonna
avoid a race argument

is to make
an Asian officer culpable.

It's racial scapegoating.

You're in real danger, Rachita.

I have to go, but call me.

♪

This morning, you told me
we should have each other's back

and work as a team.

Kerry: Yes.
Rachita: You lied to me.

You didn't have my back
and you didn't support me.

In fact, it felt
like the complete opposite.

I'm sorry you felt that way.
They have an agenda.

That's all it is.
- And what's your agenda, ma'am?

And that complaint
that you told me about

that was off the record?
The IOPC knew all about it.

Why was it leaked?

This is hardly the time
or the place.

They made me out to be some sort
of maverick in there, a hothead

that can't be trusted
to do the right thing.

I told you, they twist things.
- No. You gave them that.

Why? To deflect
from the spotlight?

You know I'm close.

We have leads on Amara Dhawan
and Lou Kirkby,

but you wanted Rav Mochani
at any cost.

And not only
did you get your man,

but you're able to frame
an Asian officer

for causing his fatal sh**ting.

I'm sure the promotion panel
will be suitably impressed,

headed by Beardsmore, of course.

I am your case study, right?

[Sighs]

You know what, ma'am?

...you.

♪

Clive: Ma'am?

Claire Doyle's
alibi checked out.

We knew it probably would.

She was over-prepared.
Frank was a saint

and they had a lovely
time together.

Something isn't right.
- Yeah, I agree.

I found those missing photos.

This was on a web archive
for Academy alumni.

Is that Frank Chapman?
- Yeah.

These are the only ones he's in.

Checked every year
just to be sure.

Wonder why Claire didn't want
us to see them.

I'll see if I can
find out who they are.

♪

[Dog barking]

Hammond: Do call me
with any further questions

about the will.

Yeah, I definitely will.

Thank you,
Mr. Hammond.

I'll see you out.

[Text notification]

Lucy: I think I will give you a
call next week, if you don't mind.

Hammond: Of course.
I'm always available. Anytime.

Lucy: Thanks again.

♪

Lucy: Did you know?
Suzie: Know what?

That you'd get the business
if anything happened to Dave.

I'll take care of things, Luce.

I'm gonna start by cleaning up.

You and the girls will be fine.

I'll nip up and see Amy,

give you some time on your own.

♪

Where the... is the g*n, Dave?

♪

Amy: What are you doing
in Dad's things?

♪

I just miss him, chick.

♪

Me, too.

♪

Jasmin: Can't we read
"Paddington" again?

Man: Course we can, sweetheart,
when we finish this.

Just one more exercise.
- God, I'd hate to have been

home-schooled by my Dad.

I've already done this one.
- Pay attention.

You might learn something.

Granger Lane. Isn't that
where the Mochani shop is?

♪

Why?
- 'Cause Amara's car's been there

a few minutes.

She's on the move again.

Ma'am?

We've tracked Amara's car
to the Mochanis' jewellery shop

a short time ago.
She wasn't there long. A few minutes.

Where's she going now?
- Looks like Greenhills Hospital.

It's an NHS specialist centre.


gynae, eye unit, renal unit,

orthopaedics,
and a dedicated palliative care unit.

She must be visiting someone.
Sick relative, perhaps?

Or Amara could be
the one that's sick.

Liam:
Greenhills Hospital, ma'am.

I knew it rang a bell.

Parking ticket?
- From the week before

Frank and Megan's murders.
It's in Rav's name.

So, Rav Mochani and Amara Dhawan
have been to the same hospital

in the past two weeks.
Coincidence?

Or were they visiting
the same person?

I'm gonna go up there.
Can you call Kwesi

and tell him
to meet me there, please?

Ma'am.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Liam: Sorry, ma'am,
false alarm.

Looks like Amara's
heading back to work.

Thanks, Liam.
It's probably not a relative

if she's in and out of there
in 10 minutes.

Tell Kwesi to meet me
at the Council Chambers instead.

Uh, look, I'm a police officer.
My name...

I know exactly who you are
and what you do.

The Chapman murders.
That nurse.

You're gonna stop investigating

now that Mochani b*stard's dead.

The case is closed, yeah?

Don't make me come back.

[Panting]

♪

[Gasping]

♪

[Siren in distance]

♪

Don't make me come back.

♪

Are you all right, ma'am?

Yeah.

So sorry to keep you waiting.

And we're sorry just
to turn up like this,

but every second is crucial
in a m*rder investigation.

Amara: No problem
at all.

How can I help?

Well, we're pursuing
one of many leads,

and we're hoping that you can
help clear something up for us.

I'll certainly do my best.

Rachita: We understand that
Rav Mochani and Frank Chapman

are both vying
for the same Council contract,

supplying bailiff
and collection services

for the revenues department?

Were they? I heard
what happened to Mr. Mochani,

of course.

Just terrible.
His poor family.

Mmm. Were you aware

that he and Frank Chapman

were business rivals?

My mandate is
primarily community-based.

Residential, social,
that sort of thing.

I'm not really privy
to the machinations

of contract tenders.

I'm happy to point you
in the direction

of someone who is.
- Just to be clear,

are you saying that
you've never met

or spoken to any of the Mochanis

or the Chapmans?

Concerning Council business?

Concerning anything.

As it happens, I did pop by
the Mochani jewellery shop

earlier,
to offer my condolences.

The news about Rav
had just hit the radio

and, well, I was in the area.

I thought
it was the right thing to do.

My civic duty, if you like.

What made you think
she'd be there?

Sorry?

If someone in my family
had just died,

I'd be at home,

not at work.

You're exactly right.
There was no one there.

They'd closed the shop
for the day.

♪

I'm so sorry
I can't be more useful.

Thank you.
You've been very helpful.

♪

I'm sorry I'm late.
- No matter.

I don't think I can stay
for long, I'm afraid.

Well, in the middle of
a triple m*rder investigation,

I appreciate you
turning up at all,

especially with the IOPC
thrown on top.

How'd it go?

Actually, do we have to
talk about that?

No, course not.

Would you like some tea?
- Yes, please.

Rachita: Thank you.

Are you ready to order?
- A couple more minutes.

Are you OK?

I was...

approached by someone today

who's keen for me
to stop the investigation.

Do you know who it was?

IC1 male, dark hair,

around 6 foot.
I couldn't get a proper look.

They want Rav Mochani
to take the fall,

just like Beardsmore does.

So, Beardsmore said that?

I'm not gonna let it happen.

If I doubted Rav before,

I'm convinced
of his innocence now.

You haven't reported
the threat, have you?

What do your team think?
Have you told them?

One of them made a
complaint about me recently.

Until I know who...
- You can't trust any of them.

No.
- I get it.

What was the nature
of the complaint?

My, er, methods

have been called reckless.

Reckless? You?

Mm-hmm.

Any idea who said that?

Maybe.

I saw something that
I wasn't supposed to see

and I don't know
what to do about it.

This is from Clive's phone.

Rachita, this is horrific.

I know, and they don't even
bother hiding their identities,

except for this one.

His comments
are always the worst.

Have you spoken
to Clive about it?

If I confront him,
he'll know that I've been...

Snooping.
- Yeah.

[Mobile rings]

..., it's Liam.
I've gotta go.

Go. Go.

[Sighs]

I feel like I've just
unloaded a ton of crap on you

and I'm running away. - No, that's
OK, and you're not running away, but

please be careful,
and you should report

what happened to you today.

Yeah.

[Sighs]

Charlene: Ma'am,
we've recorded Amara

phoning Priya Mochani.

I kept my end of the deal,
Priya. You need to keep yours.

Priya: Your deal was
with Rav, not me.

He died today, Amara.
It's over.

Amara: Maybe I'll start
remembering how Rav k*lled Frank.

Priya: He didn't do it.

Amara: Who are the police
gonna believe?

A respected councillor,
or the m*rder*r's sister?

Find the girl.

[Beep beep beep]

I want an officer stationed
outside Sajna's foster home.

I'll see to it, ma'am.

What would Amara
want with Sajna?

I don't know, but whatever this
is, it's bigger than

two families fighting over
a bailiff's contract.

[Door unlocks]
[Door opens]

Sorry.

That was my source.
Lou Kirkby says he'll meet.

Now?
- Tomorrow night.

I'll quiz him on Claire Doyle.

Good. We're finally
getting somewhere.

Kwesi, can you drop in
on Suzie Chapman tomorrow?

Find out what she knows

about this battle
for the bailiff contract.

Kwesi: Will do.

Thug: You're gonna
stop investigating.

The case is closed.

Don't make me come back.

♪

Kwesi: You sure,
you're all right, ma'am?

Yeah, I'm just a bit tired,
that's all.

Rachita: We all are.
Go on, go home,

and good work tonight.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Do you think DI Ray's all right?

Yeah. I'm sure she's fine.

Yeah. Yeah.

Do you fancy a drink?

Er, yeah, sure.

I don't wanna force you.

Er, no, no.
I'd love to.

Great. So,
where are you taking me?

♪

I thought it was you.
Dr. Patel, isn't it?

I'm afraid not.
- Oh.

You look just like my dentist.

[Laughs] Sorry, love.

♪

Clive: Morning.
Liam: Morning.

Get up to much last night?
- No, pretty quiet. You?

Yeah, same.

Ma'am, I think Amara's heading
to the hospital again.

Amara: Yeah, I know, Jasmin,

but sometimes we have to do

Jasmin: When will it be over?

Amara: It won't be too long now.

Jasmin: Promise?

Amara: I promise.

Jasmin: Mum?

[Amara sniffling]
- Mum, why are you crying?

[Amara sighs ]

Maybe there is a sick
relative she's visiting.

Let me know if
anything else develops.

Course, ma'am.

♪

Those medical tests you
ordered on Sajna, ma'am.

They came back clear,
every single one.

[Whispers] Who kept telling her
she was sick?

♪

Liam, what were those


at Greenhills again?

Um, orthopaedics,
obs and gynae, renal,

palliative care, and, er,
and an eye unit.

[Mouse clicking]

Liam: I wonder if Rav
was covertly meeting Amara

at the hospital.

What is it, ma'am?

♪

Ma'am.

♪

There is a sick child.

But it's not Sajna.

♪

Rachita: Amara.

DI Ray.
What brings you here?

I know about Jasmin and I
know what you're planning.

♪

We've waited 3 years
for a kidney.

I can't wait any longer.

I won't.

Are you trying to justify...
- But it's true.

Not for the 8-year-old

I found hiding in
a cupboard last week.

Her name is Sajna.

She was trafficked from
an orphanage in India.

Please don't.

What happens now?

Amara Dhawan,

I am arresting you on suspicion

of conspiring to traffic a child

for the purpose
of organ harvesting.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely upon
in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Can I have a minute?

♪

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sobbing]

Matthew says you'll get 6 years

for trafficking
if Amara goes down.

♪

Why didn't you come to me?

If you had,
he would still be alive.

You always were the stupid one.

♪

Kwesi: I'm still exploring
the relationship

between your father
and Mr. Mochani.

Are you sure I won't
be needing a brief?

I'm just gathering
and sharing information,

Miss Chapman, nothing more.

Well, don't look at me.

I'm just a tourist.

Not sticking around, then?

I don't know
what my plans are yet.

What about the family business?

Word is, you're selling up.

Don't believe everything
you hear, officer.

Actually, I've given everyone
two weeks' leave.

Paid, of course.

That's very generous.

Dad wasn't very good
at book-keeping.

I need to do
a full inventory, undisturbed.

Who knows what I might find?

And this bailiff contract
with the Council.

What about it?

Rav Mochani was tryna muscle in.

The Council told Frank
he'd have to reapply.

That can't have gone down well.
- Doesn't matter now, does it?

Rav Mochani is dead.

As are my father and brother.

But Sharan Mochani isn't.

That contract's worth
over 3 million a year.

Money doesn't interest me,
not in the same way

it did Dad and Dave.

So, you'd walk away from it?

Do I look like a bailiff to you?

Mochani k*lled my father and brother.
So, case closed.

♪

Thanks for your time,
Miss Chapman.

♪

Thanks, Kwesi.

Fast-track a search warrant
for the rest of the contents

of the bin, and do the same
for Pawn Haven

before Suzie has a chance
to remove everything.

I think she's much more
involved than we realised.

Let Charlene take the lead on that.
Keep me informed.

♪

[Indistinct chatter]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Text notification]

♪

[Ring tone]

Hi. It's Sam.

Sorry I can't take your call.
Leave me a message

and I'll get back to you.

♪

[Sighs]

♪

Time for the top shelf, mate.
Your best Irish, please.

Double, ta.

♪

Right little Aladdin's cave
in here.

♪

Policeman: Over here.

♪

[Mobile rings]

Charlene?
- We found a g*n part, ma'am.

Are you sure?

One of the guys
immediately ID'd it

as coming from a Taurus, ma'am.

So, yeah, looks like we found

part of the g*n
that first shot Frank.

On Chapman premises?
- Yeah.

This is huge. It could prove
Rav's innocence.

Yeah.
[Door buzzes]

You were right all along, ma'am.

♪

Just get ballistics on it, ASAP.

Charlene: Yes, ma'am.

What the...?

Everything OK, ma'am?

Rachita: Er, yeah.
You've done a really good job

on this, Charlene.

Bye.

[Clive panting]

[Buzzer ringing]

[Door opens]

Ma'am?
[Door closes]

Rachita?

[Clive falls]

Clive: Oh,...

[Groans]

[Sighs] Ma'am?

[Sniffs] Ahh.

Sit down.
I'll put some coffee on.

No, not for me, ta.
- All right, suit yourself.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Look, it's been
a couple of days now,

and you, you've just got,
you've had, you've got this...

Spit it out.
- pole up your arse.

I'm not talking to you
when you're like this.

Well, you're not
talking to me full stop.

You know why, Clive?
Because I've no... idea

what to say to you anymore.

What, what does that mean?

Ma'am, what do you mean?

Oh,... it.

I know about the group that you're in.
Midland Chiefs.

Have you been spying on me?

Well, that makes sense now.
- I've seen the messages, OK?

The threats to me.
The memes, the GIFs, the hilarious r*cist,

misogynistic,
need I go on?, banter,

that you lot infect
each other with.

But you haven't seen anything from
me, have you?

Have you?

No, 'cause there's
nothing there. Nothing.

Yeah, but you're still
a member of the group.

Well, I didn't join them,
you know. I was added.

And you don't leave
a group like that.

Believe me, I've tried.

You don't understand.

Sam didn't, either.

That's why she kicked me out.

She said either
I blow the whistle

on the whole thing
or we're done for good.

Well, then do it.
Report them.

I did, to Beardsmore.

Yeah, and what's he
gonna do about it?

Well,... all.

[Laughs]

'Cause I think he's one of them.

♪

He's 3 ranks above me.

What am I supposed to do?
- You should've come to me.

Likewise.

[Sighs] I can't believe
you thought I was like them.

[Sighs]

♪

I'm sorry.

♪

Look, Beardsmore's gonna be
watching me like a hawk.

I can't report him
to anyone else

or he'll know it was me.

It's career suicide.

I can't leave.

And I'm gonna lose Sam.

♪

No, you're not.

'Cause I'm gonna bring
that... down,

and you're gonna help me.

[Theme music playing]

♪