Criminal Record

Uh, I heard an absolute classic the other day.

Fella says to me, um...

"Did you hear Paul McCartney's dead?"

I'm like, "What? No. When?"

He goes, "Oh,

US tour, Cow Palace, 31st of August, 1965. Yeah.

Murdered by the CIA." Kid you not.

"Government hushed it up, swapped him for a double."

And I'm like, "Ah, nah, nah. Fatal flaw there, mate,

because if that is true, then who wrote 'Let It Be'?

J. Edgar Hoover? I don't fucking think so.

Some of that Wings shit, possibly."

But... Well, it just goes to show, doesn't it,

that it pays to follow the facts.

Are you all right? Are you okay? JP, are you okay?

Is he...

Don't move.

JP, you okay? Are you okay? You all right? What?

I slipped.

He fell in. I got him out.

You shut up. Understand? Shut up.

You're all right. You're okay.

Yeah. Other side. Yeah.

All right, final question. How many fingers?

It's all right! Panic over! He's not concussed!

Okay. Get back as soon as you can.

Hey, Finn. You good?

- June. - Sir.

- You got the message? - Yeah, yeah. Kim, he called me.

- Told me to come over. - Good.

- No problem. - Kim, let's get the scene clear.

Come on, let's get it gone. I want the scene clear.

All right. Got it.

Sir, what about the-the handover crew from the prison?

Do I give 'em a call? Tell 'em we got him?

You called the handover crew, right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, no problem.

Okay. All right. Vamoose.

- All right. - Let's go, let's go.

- June. Do us a favor, yeah? - Yeah.

Can you drive boy wonder up to St. Katherine's?

Check his clock's still ticking.

Are we not gonna wait for the paramedics?

No, no, no. We're better off taking him up ourselves.

Ask for Dr. Chakravarthi.

- Chakravarthi? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's a locum, but he's thorough.

- - And what about... And what about him?

- The bolter? - Yeah, I mean, are you gonna...

- you gonna talk to him? - Yeah.

I'll sit with him. I'll have a word while we're waiting for the handover crew.

Call you as soon as we're done, okay?

I just wanted you to know where we're at.

Okay.

Thanks.

All right, come on. I'm your designated driver.

- Get us down to William Street. - Sure. You getting in, sir?

No, no, no.

Go up front.

Hello, Billy.

Hey, try to stay awake.

Do you want me to put some music on or something?

Nah.

Sing to me, though, if you like.

- Yeah, right. -

- If you wanna walk, keep going. - Come on.

- Own. - Hey! See? You're at party central now.

Is there, like, a off switch for this, like, flirty chirpsey bullshit?

Wow. Burn.

And I thought I was on a roll there.

You do know I fell in, right?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's fine.

It was very slippy.

Slippy? Seriously? Wow. Thanks, Mum.

- What? - First Saturday, and now this.

Don't act like there's not a little...

Not a little what?

- Suffolk Square. - Suffolk Square? As in?

Oh, what, you don't remember?

I was there on Nailsworth Street.

Drafted in for the day. Extra boots on the ground.

- I thought I knew your voice. - Yeah, that was me.

Eye of the fucking storm. "Urgent tactical support required."

That was you? You-You gave the warning?

Yeah, when it was too fucking late

and they were already halfway up the fucking street.

JP...

Fuck it. I waited too long. Bottled it.

Slipped up again, didn't I? Like tonight.

There's a kid dead, and it's because of me.

And I have to live with that.

None of this is your fault.

All I had to do was say the warning though. No?

All I had to do was give the warning. Why didn't I just give it?

You know what?

I liked you better when you were singing.

What? What now?

We're moving.

- Where? - Where do you think?

Prison.

- Wait... - What have we got here, okay?

Six years left on your sentence,

plus, off the top of my head, that poor girl's mother.

- That's breaking and entering. - I didn't do a fucking thing to her.

- Public Order offense at Suffolk Square. - I didn't!

Assault on my officer on the canal.

- That's not what happened! - That's your word against his, Billy.

Look, this is your life, right?

All I'm saying is, by the time you're out, your hair will be as white as mine.

- Hi, love. - Hey. It's me.

Oh, hi.

Look, um, Zac called.

Uh, is it okay if they take Jake next Tuesday?

'Cause Leah's got this circus skills thing apparently,

and she... she really wants Jake to be there, so...

Yeah, yeah. If that's, uh... If that's what he wants to do.

Didn't we already talk about this?

- Uh, I don't kn... Did we? -

Yeah. Maybe just, um... Look, do you know...

do you know what time you're getting back in tonight? Or...

No, I don't know yet. I'm just...

I'm not sure.

- Look. I'll see you later. - Okay. Yeah. See you.

You didn't tell her.

Jake, look, some things you don't talk about on...

- W-We'll tell her later, okay? -

It's, um, Leo, my partner.

Hate that word.

Oh, yeah. Me too.

He does this thing where he calls me on my son's phone

'cause he knows that I will pick up.

- Oh, that's sneaky. - I know.

- Now look who's flirting. -

- Oh, dream on, buddy. - I'm just...

I do need to get home.

Gotta break the news I've been seconded to your lot.

- And is that a problem? - Might be.

Me and your boss, we worked together before.

Did he say?

No.

- No, but I hear things. - Oh, yeah? Like what?

Like the fact that you gave him a hard time,

but it all worked out in the end.

- Yeah, something like that. - Mm-hmm.

John-Paul Brownlee?

Yep.

All right, come on then. Show me what you got.

You wish.

I do wish, actually.

- Hello. - How is he? Is he okay?

Frighteningly normal, I would assume.

Good, good. Listen. I need you.

I'm gonna drop you a pin. How soon can you get here?

What's up? Where's the handover crew?

- They're on their way. - Did you ask him?

Yes, about Suffolk Square? The stabbing? Yeah, absolutely.

- And? - Well, there's a couple of names,

we can check 'em out. No smoking gun yet, but here's the thing.

He's been hiding out with a gang

and he "gave."

He alluded to something else.

- What do you mean? - I need someone else to witness this.

- Okay, sure. - Good.

Billy. DI Lenker.

Okay. Showtime.

As you were saying.

Billy, tell me about Suffolk Square.

I saw you there.

Look, it's not like I had any choice, is it?

I had to go.

"Do 'em a favor," they said. Like a...

- Test? - Yes.

Were you carrying a knife?

No. Course not.

- They said it was a laugh. - A laugh?

Like, throw a punch, yeah?

- Teach 'em ragheads a lesson. - Who killed him, Billy?

- I don't know. - Who killed that boy?

I don't know.

Not yet.

Tell her, Billy, word for word what you told me.

Okay, um...

- One of the lads was t-talking... - Who?

I... I don't know. I don't know names, but-but he was...

- bragging. - What was he saying?

Said something about...