Criminal

They messed with my brain.

Thought they knew what they'd get.

But they were wrong.

They don't know me.

I don't know what happens next, but this I do know.

You hurt me, I hurt you worse.

Excuse me.

Hi there. My wife was in last week

and she ordered a brown duffle in leather.

We were only able to locate in black, sir.

Well, she'll be very disappointed.

Right.

Okay, thank you very much.

- Hey, Jillie. - No, Daddy, it's Emma.

I can't find my Elly.

Hey, baby, we'll find it. Put Mommy on.

Mommy, it's Daddy.

- Hey, Billy. - Hey, Jillie.

When are you coming home?

That depends really. What are you wearing?

Lingerie.

Same thing I always wear when I pick up Emma from school.

That explains the good grades she's been getting.

Hello? Billy?

Um, listen, I gotta go. I'm gonna call you back a little bit later.

All right, baby. Love you.

Hey! That's my bike!

So we lost him off the bridge,

but he has three options at the roundabout.

Waterloo Road, Stamford Street, and Waterloo Bridge.

He's been off the grid for 20 minutes.

I want two by twos out from the roundabout.

- Hey, Charlie, re-wreck every screen. - Sir.

Found him. Bank two.

Duffle's gone. Money's gone.

- Time stamp? - It's now.

Hey.

- Where to, mate? - Just drive.

Please, thank you. Not too fast.

It's a black cab.

License number S-I-5-2-J-G-N. I'm on him.

I-5-2...

J-G-N.

Boyd,

William.

Can I borrow your mobile, mate? 20 quid extra.

- Borrow me phone? - Yeah.

20 quid? One call, yeah?

It's Billy.

They're all over him.

Get him to the cement factory in Deptford. We used it before.

Get a laundry team rolling, now.

We're going to a cement factory. Hornlink Way, Deptford docks.

I put it in your GPS, so just follow that.

All right.

Road to destination has been calculated.

The docks at Deptford.

Very romantic.

Turn left at the next roundabout.

Move, move, move.

Outside cement factory, sir.

- This isn't a cement factory. - Eh?

This isn't a cement factory!

Hornlink Way, Deptford. I mean, the GPS don't lie, mate.

Turn around.

Fuck!

- Do we have him? - We got nothing, sir.

Nobody here.

Do a GPS on that phone number.

Find him now.

If you've never been to a slaughterhouse,

you have to go.

To see what we do to those poor animals.

They use this...

A picana.

Nasty way to push them towards their doom.

Now where is our friend?

- Billy... -

I respect your silence.

I really do.

The problem is, I need the Dutchman.

Last chance.

Fuck you, psycho!

Left. Go, go, go, move.

Going silent.

Point established. Just arrived on site, sir.

Check right. Check right.

North perimeter is clear.

Bravo, copy.

Go. Go. Go.

Go.

- Action required. - We need a medic.

Agent Pope.

Perimeter secure.

Agent not responsive. Repeat, agent not responsive.

Respiration negative.

Ready for defib.

- Charging paddles. - Clear.

Clear!

He's dead, sir.

Fuck!

Doctor, I'm so sorry, but this man says he's with the government.

Dr. Franks, I have one job at the moment,

which is to get you onto a A400 airbus sitting on a tarmac at Dover ASAP.

Your memory program is going live.

We have an officer down and we need what only he knew.

You're going to retrieve it for us.

Does he have any brain activity?

That was taken a few hours ago.

I am five years away from human trials.

You have 48 hours to make this work.

National security threat, highest level.

Can you or can you not transfer memories

from a dead mammal to a live one?

Yeah.

What do you need?

I'll need my equipment, I'll need my staff,

I'll need a suitable, uh, recipient.

D'you have any candidates?

Um, they're not gonna like him.

Just so wherever you're taking him knows...

Jerico Stewart. He's in and out of prison more than half his life.

He's got no impulse control, no sense of proportion.

He's unable to calculate

the potential negative consequences of his actions.

He has a total lack of empathy for anybody or anything.

Through.

He feels nothing. No hatred, no love.

It gets worse.

This is what was left of a gang member who tried to recruit him.

Truth is, I have no way to discipline him.

You can't punish someone who doesn't know they did anything wrong.

He does not understand society

or how people are supposed to behave.

Come on.

- Hey, Jerico. - Come on.

These men are here to see you.

They're taking you out.

I haven't had my lunch.

That's right. Get Jerico his lunch.

- Yeah. - Send in the lunch.

That's right, get Jerico his lunch.

Lunch in the hole.

Come on. Yeah.

Yeah.

All right, enough of this shit. Lunch is over.

You're coming with us now. Let's go.

I can't.

I got a chain around my neck.

Oh!

You know you're gonna have to use two of those.

Oh!

Yeah!

You fuckers.

Oh, you fuckers.

Got him.

That's it. Open the cell.

Go!

Chopper Gamma EMHG special,

you are clear for approach on runway 2-2-Lima.

You better wake him up.

Give this to the doctor.

Any allergies, Jerico?

- What? - Anything you're allergic to?

- Yeah, luck. - Ha!

Good kind or the bad kind?

You tell me.

We're all set, doctor.

Any previous surgeries?

Previous?

I don't need no surgery...

All right, hit him with 150 mg of hydroxyzine.

- That's enough of this. - 150. Yes, sir.

- - What are you doing to me?

Ooh.