Murphy's Law

Murphy.

Have we had a call in from UC129?

What about 586?

No. No, no problem.

Got tied up probably.

Kim? Mitch?

Murphy for DCS Atwood.

I don't care what meeting he's in. Find him now.

So, what do we know?

You're all right. Tom's a mate.

'Kin' 'ell.

Look what t'cat's dragged in.

All right, darlin'?

All's good.

Here y'are, babes.

Mmm, ta.

What you got your Uncle Mitch, then?

Bank statements, mostly.

Visa bills, MasterCard, Amex.

All these, then? Womblin'?

Making good use.

What about the clones?

Bit of dope. Swaffham Road.

Cousin on tills, innit?

You er, local, Tom?

Is it the accent?

See t'door, babe.

All right, Bill?

I know he's in there, so don't tell me he ain't.

Well, ain't this nice?

What's the matter, Bill?

How about I smoke you here?

All right, Bill. Come on.

Sunday.

We'll have a drink, eh?

All mates.

We'll have a nice drink.

Go on, then.

Aagghh!

You thieving bastard.

Aarrgghh!

Get out, Billy!

Leave it out!

Stick at your own wagon!

What you playin' at, doin' me up?

He's not, actually.

Doing you up. Thought he'd save you the work.

Right, son?

Who the fuck are you?

Disinterested party.

For now.

It's true, Billy. I swear.

You were asleep.

I'd thought I'd save you the bother.

I saw the bag missing.

Sure you did, Bill. Sure you did.

But he's a good boy, eh?

My hand, Billy.

Get this round it.

Let's get him seen to, Bill. Sort this later.

No people like showpeople.

Who's the Beemer?

Ask Mitch.

I'll go and get ready.

So, Mitch, what's the latest?

Who was that in the Beemer?

Oh, nah.

He's nothin'.

Booze cruiser. Small fry.

Anything more on the kiddie porn?

No.

No?

No.

What?

Nothin'.

It's just...

From the phone...

It didn't happen. What can I say?

Job's played out.

Bollocks, it is.

Come on. They got their money's worth.

Four months on a bunch of low-rent neds?

Yeah, a bunch of low-rent neds

behind a third of all ID theft in Norfolk.

The gig was six months.

Law of diminishing.

We've done what we came for.

And we'll get more. I'm tellin' yer.

It's like Gateshead, Murph. Remember?

Harry Price and the shedload of disco biscuits.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

The joy patch you had. But did we walk away?

Same with this.

Hold up.

Danny's birthday.

It's all part of the service, come on.

Which is it?

402.

Daddy, Daddy!

Hi, Daddy.

Happy birthday, boy.

You're growin' such a big boy now.

And my beautiful princess.

There you go.

All right, let me say hello to your mum.

Here, come here, you.

Oh, Jesus, Bob. You're minging.

I'll run you a shower.

I can't, love.

I'm sorry.

Right, look.

I've squared it with the hotel manager.

Anything from the main menu,

they'll do it for you room service.

Oh, fantastic

Man's doing his best, Cal.

Can you take them an hour?

We ain't got the manpower, babe.

Murph...

All right, kids. Coats.

Think we'll go to the funfair, eh?

Go on some of the rides.

Say hello to your Aunt Kim.

Slight change of plan.

Go on, in you pop.

All right, belts on now.

How you finding it?

What do you think? It's the bollocks.

Look at me. I tell you, when this is over,

I'm gonna have the longest bath.

Well, if you're looking for someone

to scrub your back...

a cover officer's not just there

for the nasty things in life.

Watch I don't take you up on that.

I think I'd cope.

Let's get 'em fed.

So how's it going with you and Mitch?

Yeah, good. Yeah.

What was all that about in the car, then?

Look, if there's a problem, you have to tell me.

I'm cover officer. It's what I'm here for.

Mitch's last job went tits, didn't it?

There were some difficulties.

Not with Mitch. Upstairs. Local management.

Why?

No, nothin'. I...

Kim...

You two, I'm not gonna...

Kim...

All right.

All right, look.

Anything I pick up, any bit of intel, no matter

how small, is for general consumption, right?

Of course.

Only, it feels a bit like a one-way street

at the minute.

He won't share, Murph. I mean...

I know I'm junior partner here...

but, all the same, we're in this together.

For Christ's sake,

I share the guy's bed every night.

And you think he's holding out on you?

Think?

He buggers off from dawn till dusk.

When he gets back, all I get is some bollocks

about red diesel or...

or hookie MOTs-

stuff it's never taken him that long over.

None of it ever comes good.

Can't always back a winner.

Yeah, I know that.

If that's all it was, I could handle it.

And he's gettin' sloppy.

Making mistakes.

What kind of mistakes?

Page one stuff.

Not answering to his cover name for starters.

Happened one night

we were out with the Driscolls.

Billy's like, "Mitch..."

"Mitch?" And Mitch is just...

I had to make out his memory was shot off

with too much puff,

make a joke of it,

only it's not a joke.

Right, come on, here we go. That's it.

Here they are.

Mitch, can I have a word?

So...

how you doing?

I'm good.

Yeah? Anything I should know about?

Any problems or...

What's the girl been saying?

Hey...

What you been telling him?

It's not just your neck, Mitch, all right?

I've got an interest here.

I drop my cover name, you'd have me out.