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Where are you on

the food chain?

You got any clout?

Well, I'm a staff writer

in the crime department, yeah.

I can make you famous.

Yo there, copper!

Remember me?

Do you want something?

Thing.

What?

It's 'something'

not somethink.'

You should at least

be able to speak properly.

Look, get lost mate, yeah?

I've got a question, yeah?

What would you do...

if I was

to call you a c*nt?

Which do you prefer?

Seven or eight?

Eight.

Eight it is.

Hang on. What?

Eight what?

Eight more coppers

to kill. Bye.

What--

Cup of tea

and a biscuit.

Are you as black

as you're painted?

Are you as Nancy

as they say?

Thing is, Brant,

if there's a problem,

I'm gonna need to know about it.

There's a problem, all right.

Some sick f***

is killing policemen...

and he's only just started.

I meant between us.

I know what you meant.

Problem?

Not unless you

follow me into public toilets.

So I don't get to be

head boy. Big f***ing deal.

Less paperwork for me.

There's nothing, sir.

See if you

can get me a possible

match of the bullet.

Yes, sir.

Just keep it open

for me, for now.

Move your right and take your

f***ing left hand up and over.

Aw, f*** me.

Not you again, mate.

I'll keep coming back

until you get me

a knife.

Keep your

right hand up.

I keep telling ya.

You're getting

caught with your

left up.

No, that's not him.

Yeah, please.

That's quite important.

Want me to widen

the area for questioning?

Great, yeah.

Great idea.

The gun was a

A SIG or a Glock?

I'll go on

to forensics now.

No?

I don't f***ing know.

I don't know!

I wanna know

the name

of every punk

that you sold

a 9 mil semi-automatic

pistol to in the last

few months.

He's got his back

turned every time.

He knows where

the cameras are.

Don't make me

come back

and give me

the same

f***ing silly

answers, all right?

I'll ring

you when I've

got something.

I want the name, address

and f***ing postal code.

Sarge, come have

a look at this?

We've got no

footage of the killing

of the second officer.

There must be more.

Keep looking.

Sir.

You know what I want...

so spill.

Well, I need paying first.

What do you have in mind?

Serious.

Serious money.

Serious money?

Mmm-hmm.

What, like the time

of benefit?

Yeah.

Bony f***er, aren't ya?

You don't have the brains

of a chicken, do you?

I doubt you have any real

Irish blood in you, Radnor.

Me, I'm a wild streak

and a Celt.

Makes me unpredictable.

Them Irish. Did you know

they invented kneecap?

It's a nasty business.

They fix you up

as best they can...

but you'll

always have a limp.

How does that sound?

Radnor the gimp.

How does that go down

in your retirement package?

A brandy here, Paul.

And a large scotch.

Here's what we'll do.

We'll have a nice stiff drink.

Ought to fire us off.

Well, go on, Rad.

Pay the man.

Well, l-- I don't

drink brandy.

Yeah, keep

the change.

Okay, tell me.

There's this bloke

at the Peacock Gym.

He set fire

to a police dog.

YouTubed it.

Somebody asked him

why he did it. He said...

"Practice."

Well, that's it?

Seriously, he's a nutter.

F***, if we pulled in

every wanker who said that...

we'd be up to our

arse in suspects.

What's his name?

Well, I don't--

I don't-- I don't know.

But I'm meeting a guy

later who's gonna

get it for me.

Don't bother.

I'll go to the gym.

Ask the manager.

But you see, l--

Don't I get something?

I left you the rest of my

crisps, you greedy bugger.

What more do you want?

For f***'s sake.

Are you f***ing me?

Can I have

my change back, please?

F***, I can't walk.

Are you as black

as you're painted?

Disturbing you,

am l?

No, I was just

in the middle

of eating.

Go ahead.

That's your Tex Mex, isn't it?

Christ, what is that?

Hare Krishna food?

Better put some

meat in you, boy.

A big juicy steak.

Get the blood flowing.

You know,

the chaps had a word...

for this type of

bare look, didn't they?

Minimalist.

Shy is the word

I had in mind.

Can I get a drink, then?

Over there.

Help yourself.

Jesus, no wonder you

stay at home.

So what are you having?

I've got some

water, thanks.

Can I ask you

why you're here?

I need your advice.

Look, I don't give

a f*** about you

being a pillow biter.

I don't give a f***

what people do...

as long as they

keep it to themselves.

I respect you

and there's not many I do.

What's the problem?

I'm losing it.

In what way?

I'm blacking out.

Not often, but enough

to be worried.

Don't wanna talk, eat.

It's actually a huge effort

to drag myself outta bed.

I just stare at the wall.

Just do nothing, you know?

Absolutely nothing.

It's burnout.

What?

Your brain's on meltdown.

A couple of days

doing nothing...

and youll

start to come back.

You sound pretty sure.

Yeah, I am sure.

I've been there myself.

You?

Yeah. I could barely

work the microwave.

I was f***ed.

We got this pedophile

on the loose in Holland Park.

He was luring

children into his car.

We knew who he was

but we just couldn't

catch him in the act.

These kids were too

traumatized to identify him.

He was this big

showbiz agent, you know.

Major connections.

The guys back

at the nick...

they just about put me

on a par with him...

because I was

a queer, yeah?

Wanked off into condoms

and leave them

in my locker...

scratched the car,

sugar in the petrol tank.

All the usual sh*t.

It put me

under tremendous pressure.

I was knocking back

Valium, shots at breakfast...

two packs a day.

So I thought, f*** it.

I thought I'd take matters

into my own hands.

And I broke

into the pedophile's

house at 4:
00 in the morning...

and I smashed his bollocks

in with a baseball bat...

until they f***ing popped.

I took a leave

of absence after that.

I was burnt out.

Came back here,

I shut the curtains.

Pulled the phone out.

Just hid away.

I went back to work

expecting the axe...

but they ended up

transferring me.

Wanker.

Morning.

Want some breakfast?

A coffee,

two sugars.

You had an affair

with me?

I held back.

So any idea who

we're looking for?

A psycho.

Whistles while he works.

Showed up

at Peacock Gym yesterday.

I got the name

of a bloke in Nunhead.

Worth a visit?

You want me along?

Sure. See you there

in half an hour.

Oh, yeah. The other thing,

about you being a good cop.

I meant that.

Thank you.

For a poofter.

You replaced me.

You're on compassionate leave.

I 'm back.

Inspector Roberts,

losing a wife

is not easy.

You lost your wife?

Well, no--

How would you feel

about early retirement?

We'd miss you, sir.

You know who

else would miss you?

Olga, the 250-pound

call girl you see

every Wednesday.

Your wife thinks

you're playing squash.

Well, you are, in a way.

I don't need a fanfare.

I don't need an office.

I just wanna work.

Well, what are

you waiting for?

F*** off, Roberts.

Go solve some crimes.

F***.

Police! Open up!

Uh.

Oh!

Barry Weiss?

That is me.

Can we come in?

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