Good Cop

Andy! Get up, pig!

We kicked the shit out of him.

You haven't got the balls.

He's admitted to finding Finch dead. Did he see anyone?

He went, "No comment". I'll be in touch.

'You murdering bastard!'

Cassie! You look nice.

I have a life and I like it, I don't need you in it.

I know where you live, I know where your bird lives.

I'm worried about you.

You think about being a copper locked up.

I'm heading home, why? Let's meet there in an hour.

Argh! I haven't told anyone. I swear to God!

Andy Stockwell was more than a colleague, more than a friend,

to me he was the perfect copper.

Taking everything in his stride... everyone at face value.

No sides, no agendas, no preconceptions.

Remember, whatever notes you put on the back of the forms, you duplicate in your notebooks.

A bit of attention, a bit of hush.

OK.

Callum Rose. Callum Rose. Callum Rose.

Beaten. Shot dead. Executed.

Take a good look.

36 years of age.

Yes, he was known to us. Yes, he was an associate of Noel Finch,

and therefore, yes, he may or may not have taken part in the murder of police constable Andy Stockwell.

That doesn't mean we do nothing.

Doesn't mean we sit here, rejoice and treat his murder like a non-event.

We cannot... we do not tolerate gobshites who think that putting a bullet into somebody's head

is in some way acceptable.

What, even if that person's another gobshite, sir?

That's right, Mr Davenport, at best that would be unprofessional, would it not?

Correct, sir. Right, your sergeant has given you the questionnaires,

they are important, they must be completed, but they are NOT your bible.

If you think an answer or a comment is worth pursuing, then pursue it.

Any questions?

Sir, you said Callum Rose was an associate of Noel Finch, who was also shot.

No, we're not linking the two murders, not yet.

Well, was it the same gun? No comment.

Is that a yes? No. That's an I know but you don't need to.

Anyone else? Good. Thank you. Be thorough, be professional.

How come you never tell us to be professional, Sarge?

Cos I know you're never anything but, Philip.

Are you being facetious, Sarge? You tell me.

Any joy with Cassandra? No, nothing. Nada.

Write a letter. I mean it. Letters are kept.

Sav, let's do our job, shall we?

Who's Cassandra? That's a nice name.

She's an ex, I suppose. A long time ago.

Oh! Is she trying to play hard to get back?

She's exercising her right to blank me.

Sav?

Ten seconds.

It's brutal!

It's getting a bit claustrophobic in here.

How old are you, Mr Frazier? 46.

A hard life. How tall are you?

5'8" in the winter. Why? It's elimination. Do you live alone?

It's worse than that, I've got a cat somewhere.

Do you like cats? I don't mind.

Bastards they are, selfish.

Can I make a cup of tea? No, we're fine.

No, can I make myself a cup of tea?

He didn't play much music, but when he did it was loud, kinda bass heavy, know what I mean?

What time was this? I'd just got in from work, so it was just before one.

I was going to bang on my floor, his ceiling, when it all went quiet.

And then what?

Well, nothing. I could lower the telly. What was he in to?

You heard or saw nothing else?

I heard the front door go, the front door to the building.

Looked out the window and saw some guy walking away.

Can you describe this guy? Dark clothing. That's it.

How tall was he? I've no idea.

Was he... taller than me? Smaller than me?

I don't know. Taller. I've no idea.

Was he white, black, Asian?

He was wearing a hat, I can tell you that much.

What kind of hat?

A black, woolly-type hat.

Well, he was white. I've just saw him, mind's eye. He was white.

Anything else? What was his build?

Normal. Medium. Average. Take your pick.

Was he your killer?

We don't know. Oh... trainers.

Trainers, yeah. He was wearing... trainers with white edges to the soles.

You've... not spoken to our detectives?

No, no-one. Then, just tell them what you told us.

If you can't describe this man, then don't even try, just say what you know.

What you have given us is a time. Thank you.

I'm trying to see his face, I can't. Then that's what you say.

What we don't want is the wrong information. OK?

Erm... our numbers... in case you remember anything else.

Thanks very much for your time.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

I'm sorry but I think there's someone hiding in my shop.

There's a room upstairs and I heard a noise.

What's through there? Toilet, wash basin.

Oh, my God! It only locks from the inside.

Hello. Police. Would you like to come out?

Hello!

I really don't want to force the door, so could you open up, please?

Oh, my God! What the bloody hell are you doing here?!

I have to sleep somewhere. You know each other?

I want him out. Whose name's on the lease?

Who shags the hired help? I'll tell you both what's going to happen.

Miss? Emma. If you'd like to go back downstairs with Constable Morgan.

Sir, if you'd like to put your point of view to me.

I want him out of here. Emma, don't say another word, it won't help.

Just so long as you know, I want him out. She said not another word!

Swivel!

I'm not leaving.

And I don't want to sound confrontational, but you can't make me. I'm going nowhere.

OK.

I'm John Paul.

Bradley... Pearson.

How long have you been staying here... above the shop?

Three nights.

You were here last night? Yeah.

All night? All night.

We're in this street making door-to-door enquiries.

Some guy was shot just across the road. Sometime after ten.

It wasn't me. Did you see anyone? Hear anything?

No. Do you want to think about that? It's important.

It's got nothing to do with me! And this has got nothing to do with you!

This is my shop! I've got every right to be here!

Still, I would like you to take a moment and think.

Did you see anyone last night in that street? Anyone at all?

I don't want to take a moment. With respect, I want you out of here!

'Sav?' Yeah?

'She's on the phone arranging to change the locks.'

For God's sake, Emma!

Don't you ever take a step back! Shouting and screaming isn't going to help.

We'll talk to her. I'm sick of it! I'm sick of her! I'm sick of it!

Bradley don't! What's going on?

He took exception to changing the locks. Just...

30 minute break and no more, then we get on with our proper job.

Why only 30, Sarge? I need to eat. Because we're busy and crime won't crack itself.

No, no, no! No! No!

No!

'Tomorrow will be mainly clear skies...'

No!

'The outlook for the weekend is a little brighter,

'with temperatures...'

Do you mind if I step inside, Bradley?

How are you feeling? Is she happy now?

Did she change the locks?

I think so, yeah. Sorry about that.

Regarding your arrest, you won't be charged.

You'll be cautioned and released. I won't be cos there's nothing to charge me with.

It WAS my bathroom.

I'd like you to think a little bit harder about last night.

Bradley, will you look at me, please? I saw nothing!

You had fresh food and drink.

You must have left the flat to buy it. Keep looking at me!

What time did you leave the flat? What time last night?

Between 12 and 1.

Do you remember seeing anything in the street, anyone?

I practically bumped into some guy.

This is between 12 and 1, yeah? Yeah. Outside the shop. Our shop.

Do you remember what this guy looked like?

Can you remember anything about him at all?

Keep looking at me! The only face I can see is you! Your face!

You keep telling me to look at you!

It's not helping? No, it's not helping! I'm tired!

And for the record...

I didn't shag the hired help.

I kissed the hired help. Is that the same?

Is it worse? And suddenly it's all over.

If she won't listen, maybe you could write a letter.

Letters are kept, re-read.

I haven't seen my boy for ten days.

Do you know how long ten days is in a kid's life?

A long time.

Keep thinking about that face.

But not this face.

What?

What?

I hope you're not upsetting my prisoner.

Where did you find him? We didn't.

He found us. He gave himself up.

With his mates being shot, he seems genuinely scared.

Yeah, but you are going to charge him?

Sav, it's early days. He was there.

Yes, and he's been formally arrested for it. On suspicion.

Costello wants to hear what he's got to say, that's all.

With a view to what? He can't deal.

He hasn't said a word yet.

Once you're finished, can I see the tapes?

Costello's call, mate. Not mine.

I've just given Bradley Pearson a cup of tea.

He's still got nothing to say. Anyone else find a witness?

Nothing. You going to write it up?

Why me? Pearson spoke to you.

You need the practice.

Hey, I was saving that until last! It's all right, Amanda.

You can share my biscuit if you want.

We can start at both ends, work our way into the middle.

Oh, Philly! You are gross! What?

Can you state your name clearly, please? Jonathan Joseph Heinz.

Can you identify the men in this picture, please?