No Offence

Quick! Get somebody!

- She was under my care, Ma'am. - This was never your fault, bonnie lass.

There's more people on the first floor.

Just keep going... go, go!

The family you pulled out the fire, the key to the padlock's been found,

in their flat.

You have just made me feel like the luckiest mum on earth.

Thank you.

They've already discharged themselves.

They went as soon as you left. They must have been working for Nora.

I don't use children.

Whoever locked them in that room better hope you find them before me.

- Ma'am, could you...? - I haven't got time, Gavin.

Fake it. - You told me never to do that again, Ma'am.

- That was then. - Ma'am, over here... we've got something.

This is Jason Fowley, stepping off the boat... in Belfast.

Let me get onto the PSNI.

Oh, that's 12 hours ago. They could be halfway to Guadeloupe by now.

We can still get him, I'm confident.

Look, Ma'am, we left those kids to die.

Don't tell me not to take this personally.

Jason has got a 36-hour head start.

We can still find Kerry.

When did she leave the hospital?

- 14 hours ago. - She'll be getting desperate.

She's shit out of money, she's dragging a sick kid behind her.

If we can catch her, then we can get her to give evidence against Nora.

- Yeah. - Ma'am?

Taz. - Possible hostage situation at the Exchequer pub.

PC Thompson and PC Mitchell are en route.

Patch me in.

Echo 24796... we've got shots fired at the Exchequer pub.

- How many gunmen, mate? - Just the one, carrying a sawn-off, 70-odd,

Caucasian. - We've got a gunmen with a sawn-off, 70s, white.

Where's that firearms unit?

I'm going to need a name for the report. - Kev Daniels.

Jonah, there'll be a trade door round the back... come on.

Stay still, and that goes for you too.

Now, where's the vault?

- What vault? - What's the combination?

- We don't have a vault. - Tell me, or I'll shoot.

Echo 24796, talk to me.

Gunman is 70s, big glasses.

Where's the sodding vault?

Where's Peggy?

Where, where, where... Where's Peggy?

He keeps asking for a Peggy.

Jonah, his name is Eddie Tierney.

He still thinks it's a bank.

Get that gun off of him.

He's senile, and dangerous.

- Open the vault. I'll shoot. - Listen, there isn't a vault.

Eddie? Stop... wait, don't.

You bastards.

Now, don't move!

I know you think it's a bank.

It was a bank, but now it's a pub... Even better, eh?

I said don't...

Echo 223969... suspect has collapsed, and has been disarmed.

- Yeah, show me where. - Step back from him!

Do not move him, please.

Do not move him. Just step back.

Hello? Hello, can you hear me?

Yeah, he's in a bit of trouble.

How many volts has that thing got?

50,000. Why?

- OK, draw it. - What, are you mad?

Look, it's all we've got. He's dying here.

Trust me... I know what I'm doing.

- OK, aim it. - Are you sure?

Right, I'm going to say clear, you're going to fire.

Ready?

Clear.

Is he dead? Did I kill him?

Where's Peggy?

Come on!

Yep, just one minute.

I'll be with you as soon as I can.

Young man?

Nora Attah. For Inspector Deering.

- She is expecting me. - Oh, good.

Take a pew.

Are you Peggy? Peggy Tierney?

- Have you found Eddie? - Do you mind if we come in?

We're not going to charge Eddie.

His GP's confirmed he has Alzheimer's, but I'm afraid...

I'm sorry, but he's too dangerous to be out.

We're going to have to put him in a dementia ward.

Oh, God. Daft bugger.

It's supposed to be our 50th next week.

I mean, totted up, that's 36 in the clink for armed robbery,

and ten out of his fucking mind.

I'm home!

Oh.

Hey, you'll never guess what I've got... sushi and wasabi.

It'll blow your head off.

Bloody hell, it's like the tropics in here, Peg.

Are you going to turn that thermostat down?

Oh, you've got company, Peg. Have you been breaking the law?

Oh, Freddie, don't joke.

They've got some bad news about our Eddie.

Freddie? Wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. We met this morning.

You said your name was Kev Daniels.

Peggy, you won't mind putting this sushi in the fridge, would you,

before it starts cooking?

Come on, pet.

There we go. We won't be a sec, pet, all right?

What was all that 70-odd shotgun shit you spouted?

Why didn't you just give us his name and tell us that he had Alzheimer's?

Well, you never asked.

"Never asked"!

I have done nothing wrong.

We'll see about that, pal.

Echo 23969...

requesting name and ambulance check from the Health and Care Registry.

Ma'am, we're going to need a strategy.

Nora's brought her lawyers in.

I don't need a strategy.

I've got a weapon of mass destruction.

... where I draw the line.

- I don't use children... - Peep. How's the triplets?

Don't ask. Marcus has shipped his mother over to help me cope.

She's Greek. It isn't pretty.

I need to sink my teeth into a criminal mind

that's not me mother-in-law, fast. What've we got?

Spike, turn the air con off in the interview room, would you?

Ma'am.

Does doctor-patient confidentiality still hold on maternity?

Yeah.

Nora Attah's got me on the ropes.

Those kids are dead. She did it.

No-one's talking, and I can't find a single chink in her armour.

I'm dying here, Peep. I need an in.

So let me at her.

Hi, Nora.

Hey, Manni. Oh, sorry to keep you, it's all kicking off.

Do you mind if I sit on this?

It's for me back.

- Well, who are these two? Lackeys? - My solicitors.

A family outfit. He is the brain, she's the mouth.

How do you do?

Don't tell me... you two finish off each other's sentences.

Do either of you ever say sentences?

Are they on?

Viv, are you lucky in love these days?

I only ask cause it doesn't look as if you're getting any.

And where did you grieve your husband?

- The Bahamas? - Spike, hit the tape.

This interview is to be conducted under caution.

You have the right to legal advice...

Our clients are here of their own volition.

At your request.

They are categorically not here as suspects.

Can I just get a word in?

Nora, you promised not to hit Earl Kennedy.

Viv, I kept my word. Neither me nor my son

have any acquaintance with Earl Kennedy's assassin.

It was a tragic incident.

A lone wolf cub.

Brian Parkwood, Brightney Holland,

Damon McKenzie,

Carrie Blackwood,

Laura McGee. These all went up in smoke above that vape shop.

May God give them rest.

Do you have any financial ownership of the building?

No.

Why'd you even bother turning up?

I still have not buried my son.

I want you to release his remains.

I have already said that I cannot release Herbie's body

until I get the nod from the coroner.

What about me dad? He's still in the morgue too.

I'll put in a word.

Hiya. Er, sorry, can I borrow you for a quick squiggle, Ma'am?

Manni's showing classic signs of non-verbal leakage.

- Leakage? What? - Micro-twitches, yeah.

She mentions Herbie... he blinked six times, rapid-fire.

Then you mention Herbie... Manni flinches.

Herbie cues a panic he's trying to repress.

Push his Herbie buttons, hard.

Why, just cause he's blinking?

It could be anything... grit, pollen count, he fancies me.

Expose him. I want to see how he reacts in front of mummy dearest.

Phew. Today just keeps coming.

How's it hanging, Immanuel?

Oh, I never got the chance to thank you

for helping me broker the deal between your mum and Earl Kennedy.

Shame how that panned out, but you tried your best, to prevent a war,

and I'm grateful.

Tell me,

when your mum changed her mind and decided to hit Earl Kennedy...

My client did no such thing.

- You will desist from implying... - Save your gabble tunnel.

.. did she even listen to a word you said?

How many gangsters live with their mum, making raspberry leaf tea?

At Herbie's funeral, were you a chief mourner?

No, she made you a car park attendant, and

when that bomb went off her first thought was for Herbie's corpse,

not you. - Shut up! You don't know what the fuck you're talking about!