Blitz Page #4

I ain't your 'buddy.'

When I ask

for a drink, you say,

"Ice with that, sir?"

Now let's begin again.

A double Irish.

You want ice

with that, sir?

Don't be ridiculous.

Who needs ice?

Thatll be five quid, sir.

Like you said...

you're closed.

He went to the toilet.

When he hadn't come back...

I got concerned.

I thought he fell in.

He did.

Then what happened?

Well, I went in there,

didn't l? I found him.

Well, you didn't

exactly come rushing out

though, did you, Mr. Dunlop?

The man at the bar says

you was with him

for ten minutes.

Had you down as a couple

of George Michael fans.

Hey, I was looking

for the money.

Money?

The paper's money.

We were paying him

for an exclusive.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

Can I remind you

that people...

are being killed

here, Mr. Dunlop?

Ah, yeah?

Yeah. Human beings,

with families and children.

There's a car. Yeah.

Oh, God, I forgot.

Yeah. A car.

You're not gonna

believe what's inside.

Where is this car?

Weymouth Street car park.

It's a black Jaguar.

Bay 23!

Oy! Am I gonna get

police protection?

Oh, yeah.

We'll be all over you.

Should've been

the other guy

had him killed.

What now?

Murder inquiry.

I want the disc

for the last month.

Discs are full.

What do you mean

theyre full?

They haven't recorded

anything for six weeks.

It ran out of memory.

They'll fix it Monday.

I don't believe this.

The cameras are

really turned on.

It's psychological.

You don't give

a sh*t, do ya?

It's disgraceful.

So is you eating it.

Hey.

You look nice.

Thanks.

Can I take

your coat?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Have a seat.

You've gone quiet.

I like

listening to you.

Everything all right?

There's got to be

an easier way to do this.

F***, Brant.

So how does it feel

to actually need

us girls...

for more

than just cooking

and cleaning and shagging?

I was sorting a way

of listing all Weiss'

arresting officers.

I've seemed to pull up

the first one. It's

WPC Sandra Bates.

You're kidding.

I've had

a really nice time.

Yeah.

I'll call you.

When?

When are you

gonna call me?

Tomorrow.

I'll tell you what.

How about this summer...

we'll do a picnic?

Don't you think

I know how this goes?

Man says,

"I'll call you"...

and a woman's waiting

and hoping.

She's a slave

to her mobile...

while he's thinking,

"Well, I'll call her...

tomorrow, some day,

Monday. Doesn't matter.

Well, here's a hint, yeah?

It matters.

It matters a lot.

Tomorrow. I'll

call you tomorrow.

No, f*** off.

Hey!

Jesus. Look who else.

F***. That's Roberts.

And Falls.

Sh*t. How could l

be that stupid?

Send an armed response

unit round to her flat

straight away.

It's a 19.

Come on, Falls.

We're coming.

Oh.

Oh, sh*t.

I'm stupid.

I'm stupid.

What the f***?

What the f***?

Ugh!

Not--

Doctors have given her

a sedative. She should

be out for a while.

Did she get a look

at the attacker?

All she could say for sure

is that he's big and white.

Big and white.

So it's not

the black kid

from Different Strokes.

It's Barry Weiss.

I know him.

Should you be

taking her booze?

Well, she

won't notice.

Want one?

Yeah.

Is she all right?

Who are you?

DI Craig Stokes.

I heard someone

got killed.

It's not Falls.

Cop killer

took a run at her.

Some kid jumped in,

a hoodie.

He got his ticket punched.

Were you

with Falls this evening?

Yes. We went

for a drink and

I dropped her off.

You dropped her

in it, you mean.

Did it not occur

to you to walk her

to the door?

What agent.

Taxi!

Can you take me

to Bayswater?

It's gonna

cost you, mate.

Hey, Bronski Beat.

Do I look like

the kind of c*nt...

who thinks

Bayswater is just

around the corner?

Hey, stop here.

Stop here, mate.

There. Dean Court.

All right.

Yeah, all right.

There you go.

Keep it.

And question two.

We wanted to know the

post code for BIair Castle.

Don't know how many

of you ever visited

Blair Castle.

Is he dead?

What, the little skinhead?

It was a doornail.

What's the story

with you and him?

Him risking

his life for ya.

Oh, I've known him

since he was twelve.

He used to live

next door.

When I came out of rehab,

he was the only one around

here I wanted to know.

He made me tea.

I don't know.

I thought...

I could help him.

Oh, my God.

Brant.

He definitely

did a bunk.

Find anything?

Nothing incriminating, no.

Used to be

a good looking boy.

He let himself go a bit.

Let's go public

with Weiss.

Your call.

At least we'll flush

the f***er out.

Police today released

a picture of the suspect...

they would like to question

regarding The Blitz.

Yeah! I know him!

I dropped the guy off.

He was f***ing psycho.

Long time, no see.

Hey.

Jack, this is

Detective Brant.

Hello, mate.

Where's our boy?

Room 7.

Go, go, go.

F***!

He's on the move.

Let's go.

Ugh.

We have him on the Great

Western Road.

Head down to Harrow Road.

We 'Il put him off

at the underpass.

Now running west

on the Westway.

Heading towards Paddington.

Suspect entering

train depot...

north of Paddington.

Brant still in pursuit.

All units

head for train depot...

north of Paddington.

Do not let B rant engage.

Repeat. Do not let

Brant engage.

What the f***--

Leave it, Brant.

Brant, calm down.

We've got him.

Get the f***--

F***!

Get this piece

of sh*t out of here.

Just calm down.

Calm down.

Move! Now!

We've got him.

We've got

him, okay?

We've got him.

The Metropolitan Police

have just confirmed...

the arrest of Barry

Weiss, the prime suspect

in The Blitz killings...

in which three London Police

officers were murdered

in cold blood...

after a dramatic chase

through West London--

A t the Paddington

train depot.

Police are refusing

to comment any further--

Just selling

records, yeah?

We're going

to record this.

Okay, Barry?

I want a lawyer

and a sandwich.

Oh, and I want to update

my Facebook status.

You have exactly

forty-eight hours.

In that time,

you either charge

my client or release him.

And he'd like

a different sandwich.

He says the bread is stale.

Weiss might be crazy

but he's not stupid.

He's covered

his tracks.

The fire at Roberts'

flat destroyed any

forensic evidence...

we might have had.

Even the Peacock

Gym link is tenuous.

Well, he's admitted

the Jag belongs to him.

It's been

sitting in a car park

for at least six months.

Anyone could've

had access to it.

There's no CCTT.

I got ahold of the guy

with the dogs, the one that

saw the first murder.

Now he's saying he can't

make a positive I D.

All right, de 's too scared.

Same goes for the barman

at the Wellesley.

You didn't find

anything at the hotel?

Nothing.

What about Forensics?

Team stripped

it down, but no.

With what we've got,

he'll be out tomorrow

laughing his head off.

We need something solid.

We'd better come up

with something quick.

Otherwise, the killer

is gonna hop, skip

and jump out of here.

The only thing he's getting

so far is a caution.

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