No Offence

I still have not buried my son.

Push his Herbie buttons, hard.

When that bomb went off, her first thought was for Herbie's corpse,

- not you. - Shut up! You don't know...

- She was a kid. - You did your best.

I'm so sorry.

Can't imagine what it must be like being on your own with a baby.

Neither can she.

Manni isn't Upjohn's biological son.

You didn't know.

My offer still stands, soldier boy.

Is he coming back?

- Why? - He's one of them.

They put me in that room.

Amazing Grace

How sweet his sound

That saved a wretch

Like me

I once was lost

But now I'm found

Was blind

But now I see.

They had to use some proper scrubbers.

If this nugget's selling drugs, he's hardly inconspicuous.

Have you never heard of "Pabloon Escobar"?

.. Oh.

We've got a likely punter heading your way.

Yeah, I can hear him rattling from here.

There's a skanky bird blocking the view.

Bet she thinks she's clever.

- Was that the gear? - Had to be.

Police! Come here.

Move!

The gear's on the balloons!

Grab him. Sit down there.

Donna!

- Donna. - Shh!

What you shouting my name for?

That's a nice jacket. Is it supposed to be reversible? Come here.

Are you off your head, you, working for Nora Attah?

Are you on drugs?

Get in the back. Get in there.

Watch where you put your hands!

- Shut up. - Isn't that Cathy's sister?

I know who's not telling Dinah.

In your brother's honour and for your own sake, don't waste this one.

We've just hit on your mother's grafters,

from Withington to Wythenshawe.

You don't have to go down with her.

Well, I can't carry on living like this.

Come and talk to me, Manni.

We need to be listening for names, places.

Is he chucking money around?

If he is, is it new currency or recycled cash?

Any 50 notes?

- Anything else? - Yeah, count his credit cards

for any we can't match up.

- None of this compromises you. - You talk such shit sometimes, Dinah.

It's just trained observation.

- You're always at it. - You're on a witch-hunt.

- Me? - The both of you,

based on a child's complaint of a relocation of care homes.

Hayley Blunt has mixed up her agencies. He's not even a social worker.

I just dropped her off at the foster family who are looking after

her sister. She's convinced Ewan's influential.

Somehow, Nora knew we had the Fowleys.

- No, I'm not doing it. - No, Joy, don't...

All right?

Forget Hayley.

You're not prepared to go through with it,

if only to help us rule him out?

Hiya.

Hi.

If you know what files you're looking for, this one's fine.

If you're ripping his whole laptop, you'll need this.

Mercy buckets.

.. His password.

It's case sensitive.

Gimp! Sh!

Can he access all our computers?

He can access cheese on toast.

- That's Carly. - Oh, wow!

What a stunner!

- Do you see her much? - Yeah, more recently.

That's good. You're doing something right.

I'm just paying for horse riding lessons on Tuesdays.

I'm still under the ethics committee, so...

What, for the affair?

- Never had an affair. - What about Christine Lickberg?

- We're just colleagues. - So your wife

- didn't cite her in your divorce, then? - She did, yeah. Well done.

She also cited three other women I knew only in passing,

and apologised to them all, eventually.

So what ethics are under scrutiny, then?

That... is personal.

Oh.

Shit. Sorry!

Sorry, mate, can I have the bag I came with?

Not the coat, just the bag.

- Of course, sir. - Sorry.

I've got some sports gear with me.

Back in a minute.

It's a five-year-old laptop, not WikiLeaks.

What are you doing?

Shit. Dinah, hang on.

Don't be silly.

I'm not used to being as blunt as this, but...

it's not that you're not right for me, it's just...

Cheerio.

Oh, dear.

- Social life? - Half-life.

Oh, I hear custody's full of Nora's infantry.

Well done.

Sorry?

Dinah? Come on.

Give us the stick.

Mug shot raffle time, everyone.

Come on, get your mugshots copied.

You're going to miss out.

Actually, there's a bit of a problem with that.

No, no, no, Spike.

Gloating is compulsory.

Names on the back, scrotes in the bin.

So far, I've got three unlicensed drivers, two cocaine dealers,

one weed grower.

And I've just got the partridge in a pear tree.

The lad wants to meet.

Manni Attah.

Really? Well done.

Decommissioning this number of wet farts will seriously

impact on Nora Attah, make no mistake.

Go on, Spike. I've been hearing all about your big bust today.

Are you shitting me?

You back on the game?

Because that's the natural assumption when you share a bag of chips with a man selling balloons.

Any needles lying around that house? Amy's going to be crawling soon.

I haven't even bought Rizlas in five months.

Get that checked, Detective.

- That'll prove it. - Don't you worry.

I need you focused.

I'll take care of Donna.

Laters, Dinah.

Do you know how much this is going to hurt her?

Nobody asked Dinah to walk into our lives.

Hey, mouth! As I recall, she didn't walk into your sister's life,

she saved it.

I was in rehab when Arthur walked out.

I waited nearly a year to get into hospital and I weren't fit to leave,

but I did, because Cathy needed me.

Cathy rang only me.

What... a... crying... shame.

You can lock her up again.

Listen, I think I was overcompensating earlier.

On the way here, I was like, "Don't talk work, don't talk work",

and then I just hit you with a full personal inventory.

You've Nora Attah to thank for that.

She just seems to be all we're working on.

She's been more in my dreams than not, recently.

How about you?

I've higher priorities.

Yeah. So have I,

but 85% of them somehow just trace back to the bloody Attahs.

Look, we'll still be sweeping up Nora Attah's shit

- when we're all dead. - Mm.

So, you're the kid from over there who decided to polish up and serve

the realm. I'm good at this.

No.

I come from that way.

I'm the posher-than-shit kid trying to put it to good use.

No, you're kidding me!

I could check. You know I will!

My dad died well off, but Mum earned her own money.

And what does your mum think of you slumming it with us lot, then?

She's put me back together, stuck me back at my desk many a time.

She knows that's where I'm supposed to be.

I like the sound of your mum.

She'll be sick of hearing about you.

- Have we enough to charge her? - Where are her samples?

Are you asking me for favours with Donna?

No, I am not. Be my guest, sling the book at her.

CPS reckon it's 50-50 for conspiracy to supply to stick.

Why risk the funds?

- Custody? - 'Yes, ma'am?'

Can you release Donna Calvert?

But not till the morning.

Let her suffer.

Look what I just got off Ewan's laptop.

Lauren McGee, burned to death above Nora Attah's vape shop,

was living in Forest Walk Care Home

even though she had an auntie in Rhyl

who said she could live with her.

Well, makes sense, she wanted to be close to her dad.

He's a war veteran. He was vulnerable...

But according to a social worker, Lauren did want to go.

Check out this e-mail from a very persuasive Ewan Murray.

This is me.

- Right. - Afraid I'm low on coffee.

I'm not that presumptuous.

I've really enjoyed myself.

Mmm.