No Offence

It was Joy's wake and we were both so blind drunk.

Dinah, sorry.

Detective Chief Inspector Terry Taylor is just the man for the job.

She's asked him to be her eyes and ears on Friday Street.

Especially you two. Thinks you're up to summat.

I thought he'd shot you. I had to give the order.

- Dinah, we need him alive! - One, two, come on!

We arrested your sister Faye yesterday.

Eh, what?

You're about to be charged with the hate crime murder

- of Abel Lander. - Who?

I'm a woman of my word. I'll back you all the way.

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

CONTINUOUS BEEP

Caroline McCoy doesn't know what he just chose to tell us.

Better still, she doesn't need to know if he's dead at all.

Has he gone?

Far from it, Caroline.

We saw a crash team dive in!

They've identified a bleed

which they wouldn't otherwise have spotted, so... fingers crossed.

I'll show you out.

I'm with you, Caroline. I'm fuckin' gutted.

God bless you!

Call Miller for wetwork. I want Beckett's corpse shifted pronto.

Open up.

They say you're asking for a favour.

- Yeah, thanks, I was wondering... - No, no, no, no.

I just wanted to ask, who the fuck do you think you are,

asking for a favour from us?

Is Beckett dead or alive?

We working out how to spin our defence, Dennis?

I know Special Branch are involved,

so I know I probably won't even get a lawyer.

He's a friend. We go back.

Is he dead or alive?

That's the very least I deserve.

OK, for your information, I've just come from St Mark's.

I forget how they put it. "His body has a medical memory of survival."

He's gone back in to surgery.

They say they're less worried about him now than when he came in.

Respect for that.

Close it.

You know, we can't let you to talk to him, Bonnie.

What you just did in there was an act of cruelty.

We.

You're meant to be in the other building.

If DCI Taylor realises he's seen you somewhere before...

Mind you, he probably thinks you all look alike, the racist prick.

You can't be here, Bonnie.

RAISED VOICES

You total fucking piece of shit!

HE GRUNTS

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't protect people like him!

- Get off me! - We were called to a rape.

Aye, if he'd have been up to it, that's what it would've been,

but you met your match, didn't you, freak?! Get off me!

Get off!

- What do I do with that?! - What?!

I've got that shit's skin under me fingernails!

Out! Out!

I'd just got ready to go to a mate's party.

When the door goes,

I think it's the cab turning up early, so I open the door...

...and he just smiles and hovers, and says, "Hi, it's Dean."

I says I've no recollection of him, so I go to shut the door,

he blocks it with his foot and he pushes me back.

I try screaming, but he shoves a sock in my mouth,

and it's a dirty sock and all so all I can taste is feet.

Then he tries ripping me top off,

so I grab a ballpoint from the table, I smack it in his ear

and he goes down screaming and he doesn't get up again.

I couldn't let him.

They're going to need to take some samples from you.

You do know he didn't get to stick anything in, don't you?

Er... But it says his genitals were exposed during the fight.

Oh, yeah. I got that with my shoe an' all.

That won't see the light of day again for a while.

I'm glad I paid what I did for my shoes now, though.

You never know, do you?

Rapist introduces himself with his full name? Dean Wayne?

How's that smart if you don't want catching?

Unless he was planning to kill her.

66...

HE SPLUTTERS

...St Stephen's Crescent...

...Salford, S65...

...7SC.

What's your special story, Dean?

It were an invitation.

From Christine? Yeah.

- To rape her? - Yes!

And what did she do wrong, Dean? Say no?

Yes!

I am in the As You Like It, the club.

Being?

A membership-only rape fantasy forum, all right,

which is nearly 300 quid a year!

I got an introduction, do you know what I mean?

I had to sign all kinds of... bonds.

- "Bonds" being? - Terms of engagement.

You normally get a warning if you're in for a pasting,

do you know what I mean?

They are the rules.

DOOR OPENS

I'm giving the rape case to DCI Taylor.

Viv, no, he's not fit to deal...

Well, it's pointedly not a rape case, is it?

Thank God. But the interview I just observed makes it skewy enough

to keep him occupied.

We're activating your Operation Dead Beckett.

I'm about to break it to Terry.

- We're going to need him out the way. - Fair dos.

Oh, you'll be gutted when it's broken to you.

Brief the others.

Tell them anyone who wants to pull out, it's now or never.

Scratch that last bit, just say it's now.

Joe Beckett's pulling through, Sir.

We're unexpectedly hopeful.

Are you thinking death threats, Sir? We've all had 'em.

Not as many as me.

When the Diddums brothers went to jail and sent me threats,

I got drunk and wrote back to 'em.

"Get your facts right,

"Maisie Gillespie was in charge of that team. Pick on her."

And that's how I ended up back at the bottom.

Still, at least I don't have a death on my Christian conscience.

Oh, he's still pissing down his leg and slavering a grudge,

but given the original odds,

we still have good hands on big evidence.

Well, I appreciate the update, Inspector.

Terry, erm...

I know you must be up to your eyes in stuff,

but I've a favour to ask.

We've an odd case transpiring.

Now, it's going to require careful handling by a senior officer,

and I simply don't have the time.

What are we looking at?

It's an attempted rape case.

She was home alone, but she kicked seven bells out of him.

He was the only physical casualty,

but me laddo's a member of a rape fantasy introduction club.

He says he entered into a contract with the woman

for invasive rape fantasy protocol.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Recordings of the interview, ma'am.

Oh, yes. Erm...

Jonah, I'm asking DCI Taylor to take over this case.

- Ma'am? - Oh, Jonah, you'll still be attached,

but, Dinah, well, this case is going to require more patience and

wisdom than Sergeant Kowolska's got right now, quite frankly!

SHE CHUCKLES

Terry'll look after you. Watch and learn.

Oh, give me a minute to break it to Dinah.

No, don't sweat it, Viv.

She's doesn't like me anyway.

I'll do it.

So, did this lass strike you as some kind of head-the-ball?

Not in the least, Sir.

Well it's the "not in the least" club that always turn out to

be, at the very least, head-the-balls,

so let's start there and save us some taxes, eh?

- The rape case, you know the one? - Yeah.

Deering's asked me to do it.

Why has she asked you?

What's the face for, missus?

Can I buy another burner phone off you?

Mine got nicked out me bag last night, or I've lost it,

- cos my purse was still there. - Help yourself.

Offer a good reward and always take a gift.

Those are just the ones I had to confiscate from me mam.

Just stick it in me joy pot.

Come over here, this'll cheer you up!

Terry thinks that he's breaking bad news to Dinah over there.

Viv?!

- This is a joke! - Hey, hey, hey!

What the fuck?!

Ma'am, we're all unanimous in thinking that

Terry is feeding back to McCoy.

With respect, I'd like to hear that for myself.

THEY AGREE

If I'm going to pull this one off,

I'm going to need a covert credit line.

There's nothing I can do on my own active budgets

that won't alert Terry.

I've had an open dialogue with Special Branch

since before I resigned, it'll have to be on their tab.

Remind them, the last 40 grand he stumped up

yielded very good rewards. We got Beckett.

He's not a bank.

His biggest temptation is going to be wanting a share of the spoils.

It's going to be known as a joint operation.

Where did you just come from?!

- Come in the side. - It's locked!

- Beckett's trainers. - Oh, not on the granite island.

Soles of which are caked with layers of oil,

carbon monoxide and human urine.

So where does piss, oil and carbon monoxide like to hang out?

Car parks. There's over 1,000 car parks in Manchester.