No Offence

There's another Down's girl missing.

Jocelyn Wade and Lucy Cooke both turned up drowned, within 10 days of vanishing.

As far as we know, Cathy Calvert shared no social contacts with the other two.

This fella moves like a dart.

Dinah!

I didn't drag her out of the river just to put her in the system.

How long's she going to be staying?

The minute she's fit to speak, I'll be the closest one listening.

There's a guy out there killing Down's syndrome girls

who's not quite as patient as you.

'999, what's your emergency?'

'Fire!

'My house is on fire!

'Fire!'

Let it haunt you,

but we're in,

so focus.

~ That's good! That's good! ~ That's a belter!

We'll go back here.

Boogie.

~ Don't you look ace in that dress! ~ Yeah, look at you. Very pretty.

No visual. Repeat, no visual on Jimmy Webb.

It's his own bloody wedding. He can't have done a runner already.

'Shelf life's almost up, Viv.'

We're getting looks.

I've got him. Caught him.

He looks like he just snuck off for a quick consummation.

Right, boys, what we doing? Shotting it?

'How many guests, Dinah?'

At least 40.

'Won't be easy to yank him out of his own wedding.

If he stopped frying Asian birds with petrol,

~ we wouldn't have to, would we? ~ 'Can you isolate him?'

Negative. We need to make a decision.

This isn't going to get any prettier.

Shit.

Kerry Mandrake. Sent her down for spousal GBH.

We've been spotted.

Stall for 60 seconds.

Joy, in 60 seconds, they'll have stamped our heads into the floor.

Come on, boys.

All right, let me know if they're coming, yeah?

~ They're coming. ~ OK, just follow my lead, all right?

~ Hey! Massive congratulations, pal. ~ You both having a good time, yeah?

~ Yeah, great. Yeah. ~ Amazing. This is Frank. I'm Becky.

It's just me and the wife can't work out how we know you.

Well, you don't, actually. We've just moved back from Australia.

Australia, yeah.

~ Oh, Katie said we could gate-crash. ~ Is that all right?

Fucking cops.

Back off! Back off! Take it easy, right?

You're going to regret anything you do.

Anything we do we're not even going to remember.

Congratulations to Jimmy and Michelle from all of us

at the Frithey Street nick.

Now, you two don't spoil a pair, do you?

But what I'm really looking for is the father of the bride.

Where are you, Vinny?

Oh, now, Vinny, I'm only a little bit miffed not to get an invite

to this little shindig after our families' history.

Deerings have put every twig of your family tree in the clink,

but I'm so, so thrilled to be able to nip in the bud yet another union

because your new son-in-law, Jimmy Webb, is under arrest

on suspicion of the murder of Samina Hassan.

Go quietly

so you can all wake up in the morning with nothing but a hangover.

Get the fuck off me!

Pig!

You all right, Vinny?

I didn't torch her. I was on my stag night.

Yeah, but you went dark, didn't you?

Just in time to nip off and get a few bits like petrol and matches.

So, onto the Down's syndrome case,

and I gather we have another promising lead

which you so graciously texted me at 4am.

Oh, it's a bit more than promising, sir.

Lucy Cooke was a member of the Stage Wings drama company

who were devising a play at her day centre.

Now, we've toothcombed her belongings and discovered this.

A copy of the play and, on the front page,

"Elsie loves Captain Brown Bread."

We're sending a detective to interview the group,

keeping an eye out for anybody who matches up

to Dr Peep's criminal profile which I'm sure you've all digested by now.

Ma'am, I'm not having a go but...

It's a profile. It's not a 3D printer.

Now, as for why, well, I'm afraid it can only be speculation

at this stage but, for me,

he picks these girls because of a severe sexual trauma,

likely in his adolescence. You'd be smart to do a search

of any suspicious deaths of Down's syndrome girls

~ up to their early 20s. ~ We've covered that, Doctor.

You've covered 15 years. I'm telling you to do the last 50

and I'd hurry.

The gap between Jocelyn Wade and Cathy Calvert's abduction

is a massive acceleration.

He's missed his fix

so he's agitated,

volatile.

I've designated our assignments. Connie's got print-outs.

Move fast. Doctor's orders.

Wearing a skirt like that, doesn't count if you score.

You should be disqualified.

~ I can't compete. ~ Shut up.

And keep your eyes off that rear-view.

He's still staying with you?

~ I thought it was only supposed to be a few days. ~ Tell me about it.

Well, you tell him.

Right, yours is the only place

that we could play the volume at full tilt.

Boot him.

There are certain conversations that I can't have with him.

~ Like what? ~ Like any.

Oh, God, Jesus, Viv, you know, since one past,

I've cut right down on my carcinogens

but 24 hours cleaning this up might as well have sucked off a chimney.

So, it's looking like your fire starter, he's poured petrol

through the cat flap and whoosh.

Cat survived, Joy.

Poor kid. She's had zero warning,

organs too overdone to tell if the smoke got her first or the flames.

It's tragic. It's fucking tragic.

Press conference in five minutes, ma'am.

There's roadworks on Hadley Avenue. We're going to have to bomb it.

Choice of words, Jonah.

Right, I'm going to need a plus one. Any volunteers?

PC Ahmed.

My daughter-in-law saw the best in everyone,

even the Manchester Metropolitan Police,

despite the hardly surprising revelations of racism

in the very marrow of their institution.

I know there's been talk of reprisals.

Samina would not want any of us responding in kind

to what they did to her.

Anybody who knows anything,

please, please, tell us.

Thank you.

We are doing laps around the clock to find who did this.

Bad-mouthing us won't speed that up any.

I ring you lot three times a week when the shop gets vandalised.

You don't even bother coming any more.

Yeah, so, it's hard to be too thankful

that you've finally decided we're worth helping.

Clive, for your own safety, cease and desist, OK?

What are you? A nun now?

Come on, zip up Old Peculiar so I can ask you about the arson.

Seriously, Clive, you're practically pissing on a grave.

I wouldn't piss on that tight cow if she were on fire.

~ Nick him! ~ Nick him!

My dick's still out.

Very good.

Watch and copy every single movement the other's making

like you're looking in a mirror.

Adam!

Adam, take this seriously!

All right, everybody, we've got a visitor.

Detective Tanner's here to ask you a few more questions about Lucy.

It's Patrick! He did it!

Adam! Watch it! We've discussed this.

You never listen! What a noob!

How many times? It was my stag do.

I don't remember where I was at 3am.

Be a shit stag do if I did.

You're a known on member of the British Democratic Action Force

and you've just married into the family founders of the movement

and, well, you've done this before, to her father-in-law's mosque.

Yeah. An empty mosque.

Is this me, eh?

I want them out, not dead.

Then, you're released from prison one week before this happens.

Exactly, so I wouldn't be so thick to get caught on camera, would I?

We went to Half Moons for some lap dances, then blackout.

And, if all you've got is some skinhead, then I'm laughing,

and, frankly, why would we bother going after one Paki

when there's 15 of them five doors down?

Shut your mouth!

Done.

I got this off Majid Hassan's phone.

Clive Bradley reckons he found it in the alley behind the house

the night of the fire.

Right, and he was how pissed when he told you?

If Majid thinks we're questioning his statement,

everything'll go south. We just need to slip it in, simply, economically.

There's no point in dressing it up. We've every right to ask.

You've no idea how sensitive this culture can be.

Really? What about that time when me, you and Hadi went to that pub

at Christmas and we ordered a mulled wine

but you giggled when Hadi ordered a Red Bull and a dessert?

He dumped me for that.

No, he dumped you because you wouldn't give him a blow job

until he'd met your mum,

after two dates.

Salam.

I'm Detective Sergeant Joy Freers. My sincere condolences.

Can we just get on with it, please?

Certainly.

Adam and Lucy were both in the Romeo and Juliet take-off we did.

Adam can get fiction and reality a bit confused.

We found this

on a copy of your script.