No Offence

This looks fantastic.

She needs a patrol car keeping an eye on her.

Why am I still hearing we're two officers down? Call them in. Now.

His alibi holds up. We don't want to alienate a star witness.

Princess Tessa with a Z and Handyman together

bring up one search result.

Alpha? It's not funny.

Dinah! He's here!

Ow! Argh!

We've been had.

Get off him! You're killing him! Get off him! Get off him!

It's not him! He's not the guy, Cathy! Cathy!

Look at me, Cathy!

~ The man who attacked you, where did he go? ~ That way.

Down there! Go!

We'll see him right, lovely. I promise! I promise!

~ Did you see his face? ~ That fucking cat!

~ What cat? What cat? ~ On his arm!

~ You mean a tattoo? ~ Yes, a tattoo.

Alpha!

Alpha!

~ You see him? ~ Not round that way.

Got blood here.

~ There's more this way. ~ That comes out at the canal. We'll go round.

~ With your key, in there? ~ Yeah.

Crime scene, Joy.

Set the cordon at 1K and squeeze it from there.

He's got a few minutes start but he's on foot.

I want the chopper, I want dogs and I want them now.

If I was him, I'd have a car waiting outside.

No, there's CCTV on the estate.

~ You seen a camera down this way? ~ No.

Tegan.

Echo 23969, found a key covered in blood on the path to the canal.

Continuing pursuit.

~ Follow the ambulance. ~ No way. I'm going to find him.

No, no, we need a proper description of him.

Get her on her own, she might give it you. Don't give me the face.

If we find him, I'll call you.

Give.

'All units, all units.

'Suspect's last known status is on foot and moving.'

Seal off the south exit of Rowsby Street.

'Echo 24796...'

.. we're heading west along the path towards the canal.

~ We're going to need the dogs... ~ Tegan. ~ One moment, ma'am.

What do you think you're doing?

Have you seen anyone come along here in the last couple minutes?

No!

Jesus! How old are you?

Out here! Now!

Have any of you seen or heard a man just run past here?

'Echo Tango 2 to control, no sign of suspect on northern approach.

Cutting back round to Bengal Street. Over.'

Bummer in the bushes saw a man run across the bridge

~ with his hand over his eye. ~ No sign of him now. ~ I'll do the pub.

Oh, bollocks! Hundreds of them!

Profile put him between 20 and 50.

It trims it a bit.

~ Step back now, please. ~ Cathy! Cathy, Cathy, Cathy!

They get paid to do this. Leave them to it.

Help me find him, right?

The black cat, the tattoo, what arm was it on?

~ I don't know! ~ When did you see it?

~ When I stabbed him. ~ OK, show me what he did with his hands.

He went sort of

like that.

It was this one.

Tell me you're right.

It's going to be all right, OK?

'Bunch of kids saw a man with blood pissing out his eye

'get in a silver car and drive north along Springfield Road.'

And she's sure, yeah?

Inside of his right forearm.

How's Alpha doing?

What?

We fucking had him.

You weasel bastard.

DI Deering to all units, suspect's name is Patrick Llewellyn...

'owner of a silver Seat Leon,

'index Mike Charlie 5 2 November Kilo Papa.'

We had him?

Look after your boy.

I'm going to crucify that piece of shit.

'Charlie 1 to DI Deering, visual on one silver hatchback

'driving erratically, west on Mill Road.'

DI Deering to Echo Tango 2...

'.. intercept vehicle at junction of Mill Road and Alfred Drive.'

Take a left. Take a left here.

Echo Tango 2, on way.

'All units converge

'at the intersection of Mill Road and Albert Drive.'

OK, we can block him off at the junction

by taking the next right along Albert Drive.

Shit!

Help! There's a man! He's been bleeding!

~ He's covered in blood! Over there! ~ Where is he? ~ He's covered in blood!

~ Down there! ~ Look, all right, love. Just calm down, OK? What happened?

I was out. I was out running. I found him there not moving.

Jesus! It's not Llewellyn.

Can you hear me, mate? Come on. Come on.

Echo 26511, ambulance call to Chisenhale Lane.

Echo Tango 2 to control, request current location, suspect vehicle.

~ That's him. ~ Oh, fuck!

'Taz? Stuart?

'Where are you? What is going on?

'Report!'

I have visual of suspect. I could cut him off on the next left.

Fuck.

Viv!

He's in there.

~ Is he alive? ~ Ma'am, I'm so sorry. Llewellyn. I should've looked harder

~ and I've took my eye off it. ~ We will worry about that

~ when we know he's our man. ~ Why else would he go after Cathy?

I need to be sure.

Is he alive?

I've given him morphine.

How long to get him out?

~ He's not getting out. ~ How d'you mean?

Steering column's crushed his chest, door's cut open his abdomen.

Moment they relieve the pressure, his guts'll spill out like a slaughtered pig.

~ He's dead. He just doesn't know it. ~ Can he talk? ~ His last conversation.

~ Give me five minutes. ~ OK.

Patrick, hello.

I'm Viv, remember? I'm a police officer.

Yes.

I know who you are.

I want to get out.

How do you think you're doing?

Bit poorly.

It's worse than that.

You're dying.

~ Thought so. ~ I don't know where you're going, none of us do,

but what I do know is

you're going to feel a lot better about it if you travel light.

You get me?

Do you mean the girls?

I mean the girls, Patrick.

What did you call yourself online when you talked to them?

Handyman.

Do you want the long story?

It's a bit late for that.

I want my mam!

I'm here.

I'll see you through.

It's all right.

You can go off now.

Fucker's dead.

Joy.

I know you're all excited, heart pounding, can't get your breath,

we are that close to ending this,

but close is not enough.

Calm, methodical, Sunday fucking best.

Hey, this is a night to remember.

Girl outside offered me a hand job just for a look around the place.

~ Take her up on it? ~ Considered it, you know, wipe clean and all.

Bit public, though. I think she was a journalist.

~ This laptop on the coffee table... ~ Get it to the geeks, quick as.

Even if it nails him as Handyman, he still has an alibi

for Lucy's murder. The Blue Anchor.

I'll check it out. I'll re-check it out.

~ I could go and do that. ~ I said I'll go, right, so I'll go.

Spike, when you brought Llewellyn in,

Cathy was talking about a real cat, not a tattoo.

Black cat tattoo. Ma'am,

it was right at the bottom of his PNC file, I just didn't see it.

Coulda, shoulda, don't matter.

Job in hand, Spike.

Viv!

He's got my address.

Bugger. Times Cathy left the house, places she went.

He was watching us.

He was watching the bloody house!

No. We're still freezing our tits and bollocks off here.

No sign of Miller's gang of freaks.

~ What have you got? ~ An ID, at least. Kieran Reilly. It's tragic, mate.

No fixed abode or next of kin and if he comes round at all,

he'll be pissing in a bag for the rest of his days.

What about that jogger?

Stuart's taking a statement, still.

I bet he is.

Lithe is the word I'd use.

Sounds like he'll need to make further enquiries.

Stuart's on the case. About time he got a result.

Piss off. He's on the shag every night.

So he says.

It's curdling in his balls.

~ Pining, isn't he? ~ What for?

Put someone on the door.

Stop serial killer groupies wanking on the front step.

I know. We should do doors, just in case anyone saw him

~ with the Downs girl. ~ Doors? Really?

Good idea. Get practical. Let her work it off.

Fuck a duck.

Hi, I'm Detective Serg...

Hi. Police.

~ Would you mind answering a...? ~ No.

~ We're from the police, sir. Would you mind...? ~ Piss off.

Rude.

Rude!