Dennett: Detective Inspector John Major,
the most decorated officer
in the history of SIU.
Instrumental in the most daring undercover sting
in SIU history, Operation Blue Finch,
where his life was cut short by a senseless, criminal act.
[Recording of automatic gunfire]
D.I. Major's record made him the only candidate
for our pioneering A.I.
and bio-cyber engineering
regeneration initiative.
Humanity and technology
in hot pursuit
of the final horizon of policing.
[Click]
Chalmers: Ahem.
Clearly, we're witnessing a significant breakthrough
in technology here.
Dennett: Thank you, Commissioner Chalmers.
I actually made it on my phone.
Chalmers: I meant the A.I. project.
- Indeed. - It's the duty
of this committee to decide whether the A.I. project
should continue or whether it should be retired.
Major: No pressure then, eh? Ha ha!
Carver: Try and remember what we said about you staying quiet.
Woman: How much did this project cost the British taxpayer?
Parfit: Uh, we made every efficiency possible,
while remaining true to the integrity of--
Woman: I'll rephrase.
How many human police officers
could have been employed with that money?
Major: I am a human police officer.
Woman: Really? So, no X-ray eyes, no laser beams?
Major: No, just good, old-fashioned police skills,
same as any other copper. Heh!
Then why are we spending all this money on you?
Major: It's...
[Sighs]
Carver: Well, that's why it's best to shush.
Priest: What about the moral implications?
- Eh? - This rampant
scientism will invite a heavy reckoning.
For all we know, this is the dawn of a new era
of unmitigated super-intelligence
with no ethical dimension whatsoever.
Parfit: Thank you very much. Obviously, that is the dream.
Chalmers: Let us the sidekick, shall we?
Uh, D.I. Carter?
- Carver. - Sorry?
Major: Press your button, Roy.
Carver: Carver! Ahem. [Microphone feedback]
Chalmers: Based on your experience with D.I. Major,
are you worried about the threat of super-intelligent A.I.?
Carver: Not really, no.
Major: Cheers, mate.
Carver: Look,
I've worked with D.I. Major for over 10 years.
The best cop I've ever met.
And in my opinion,
damn lucky to have him on the force,
whatever the cost.
Chalmers: If he's such a paragon,
he'll be able to quote Section 12,
sub-paragraph 5a of the new peace regulations.
Parfit: Uh, that's not the kind of thing that he's programmed--
Major: "Officers shall not, in the pursuance of their duties,
"act in such a way as to jeopardize
the well-being of the general public."
Impressive.
Word for word, D.I. Major.
Thank you, ma'am.
Carver: How'd you do that?
Major: Like you said, best cop that ever lived.
Carver: Don't think I said that.
Major: I'm the one with the perfect memory.
- Best cop I ever met. - I'm the one
with the perfect memory. Carver: Met.
Major: Lived.
- Met. - Don't.
Carver: That went well. Good work, mate.
Major: Thanks. It's all down to intelligence,
instinct, and having it written down on this bit of paper.
Chalmers: I'll see you next week. Bye.
So how did I do? Major: Thank you, ma'am.
Very helpful.
Chalmers: I'm strictly impartial, obviously, but, uh,
entre nous, let's not let the luddites prevail.
- Right. - Heh heh!
Major: No, didn't understand any of that, ma'am.
Chalmers: Any progress on finding
the pond life that shot him?
Carver: It's difficult, since the case
has been assigned to other officers.
- Shit ones. - They're looking
for an informant to interview.
Chalmers: Liam Cleasby and a red Jeep?
Carver: Yeah.
Chalmers: Seen driving into
an industrial estate.
The address is on the back.
Major: Where'd you find this?
Chalmers: I'm a retired commissioner
of the Greater London Police Force, John.
Can still pull the odd string, you know,
but this is strictly sub rosa and on the Q.T.
Anybody asks, you play dumb.
Carver: Shouldn't be a problem, ma'am.
Carver: Shit.
Major: There's what's left of the Jeep.
Carver: Since when were you
busy mates with Commissioner Chalmers?
Major: She was my first boss.
Always had a soft spot for me.
Carver: Did you, uh...
- What? - You know.
You seem close.
Major: So? You and me are close.
Doesn't mean we had sex on a trestle table
at the department summer picnic.
Carver: Very specific.
Major: This won't tell us anything.
Carver: Telling us something already.
They waited a whole year to toss these wheels,
so they must know we're looking into it again.
Major: Yeah, but this is off the books.
Who'd know we were looking?
Ryle: Look who it is.
"Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased)."
Carver: What are you two doing here?
Gilbert: We could ask you the same question.
Major: Why would you ask us what you're doing here?
Gilbert: No, I mean,
we could ask you what you're doing here.
Major: Well, I'm gonna ask the same thing of you.
Carver: It's called police work, Gilbert.
You should try it sometime.
Ryle: If you stop contaminating
our crime scene, maybe we will.
Major: You made any progress?
Any idea where Cleasby is?
Ryle: I have got one lead you might be interested in.
Major: Go on.
Ryle: You can use it to charge a phone off your head.
Gilbert: Heh!
Two uses of the word "lead."
Major: Ha ha! Yeah.
Carver: It's Dennett. She wants us in.
Major: [Snaps fingers] Wankers.
Major: Ah! Judy!
We need any available drone footage
of Stanley Park Industrial Estate.
Williams: Sorry. Can I just say Judy works on the first floor?
Major: Two Judys? Oy, don't you worry.
You're the only one for me.
- No, but-- - Enjoy your lunch.
Dennett: You heard the committee.
Half those bastards want to cancel this project.
Be in no doubt. That means switching you off.
They want to turn the lights out, pull the plug, take the
batteries out, put you back in the box where you came from,
restore factory settings--
Carver: Yeah, we know, boss. We were there.
Dennett: Well, I won't have it. I'd resign first.
Major: Thanks, boss.
[Sighs]
I mean, not resign, obviously,
but I'd kick up a stink,
send some very strongly worded emails.
I've actually drafted one if you--if you want to read it.
Carver: Oh, that won't be necessary.
John's gonna prove his worth.
Dennett: Well, here's your chance.
There's a very nasty target for you to bring in.
Major: That scumbag won't know what hit her!
I admire your attitude, Major, but she's not the target.
Meet her grandson, Paul Latimer,
a violent criminal currently at large.
Granny's on her deathbed, and we think he might pay her a visit.
Carver: And when he does, we pay him a visit.
Dennett: Exactly. I want
round-the-clock surveillance on the old dear's house.
- We'll take her down, guv. - Him. Take him down.
- We'll bring you both of them. - No,
I really only want the man.
Carver: You shouldn't have showed him
the old woman's face, boss. Sticks in his head.
Dennett: Um...
Carver: 1532 hours,
no sign of suspect.
[High-pitched squeaking]
Carver: What are you doing?
Major: New hobby.
It's meant to help my dexterity and motor skills,
and it helps me get through the nights.
Carver: How are you sleeping?
Major: Sleeping? Heh!
A.I.s don't sleep, Roy.
Waste of taxpayers' money.
Carver: Well, you don't sleep at all?
Major: Gives me time to think about stuff.
The future,
my so-called marriage.
Carver: How are things with Kelly?
Major: She was saying how she left her job
when I died, did a... college course or something.
- Counseling. - Eh?
Carver: I think. I mean...I don't know.
Major: It's like she... moved on.
Carver: Oh, look, be fair, John.
Now, in the year you were dead, she had to keep on living.
She had to get out of bed every morning,
eat her bowl of granola and her bananas
and blueberries, nice little yogurt,
little bit of honey-- or whatever she has.
I mean, I don't know what she has for breakfast,
you know what I mean, and face the day.
Major: Makes me wonder what else she likes, huh?
Carver: What you mean?
Major: I think she met someone new.
Carver: Why do you think that? What's she said?
- Nothing. - So why'd you think she's
sleeping with someone? - Sleeping? I never said that!
Jesus! You think she's sleeping with him?
Carver: No, no! I mean, I don't know! No! No!
[Sighs]
How about you?
Carver: Me?
Major: Have you ever seen her?
You know, I mean, have you ever seen her with anyone else?
Carver: No, no, I never saw her with anyone...else.
Major: Well... we'll find out soon.
Carver: What you mean?
We'll see what she's up to.
Carver: Well, this address you give me,
it is the old woman's house, isn't it?
Major: No, I put us
on the 5:00 shift for that.
Carver: And so where the fuck are we?!
Major: Kelly's on a home visit,
doing some of her so-called counseling.
Carver: What, we're spying on your wife?!
Major: Now, it's not spying
if she doesn't know we're here.
Carver: That's when it is spying!
Oh, I'm not doing this!
What are you doing? Now get off!
[Car horn honks] Major: Calm down!
Just--just relax.
Carver: Tit!
Major: 1534 hours,
suspect is walking towards car.
- John. - Yep.
Suspect is entering car.
[Car door closes]
Kelly: You following me?
What's going on?
Major: Have you been seeing someone?
Yes, I have, John, yeah.
Major: Behind my back?
Kelly: Well, it wasn't behind your back,
technically; it was over your dead body, but, John,
you asked, and it is important for me to be honest.
- Sometimes honesty isn't the-- - This has nothing to do
with you, Roy!
Kelly: I'm not ashamed of...
what happened.
You were dead, and I--I--
I was trying to keep... being alive.
Major: Who is it? What's his name?
- His name's not important. - Roy.
Will you please stay out of this?
Kelly: Roy's right.
His name isn't important because...
it's over between me and him, so...
Major: Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Major: Does the bloke know that?
Kelly: He's an incredibly good and decent man.
He...understands the difficult situation that we're all in.
[Major scoffs] "Decent man."
Kelly: Right, well, I have a client, so...
[Car door closes]
Kelly: John, no more spying, yeah?
[Car door opens]
[Car door closes, binoculars whir]
[Car departs]
Major: I thought I saw a squirrel.
Carver: We're doing surveillance today in 8 hours.
Let's try and get some sleep.
Major: I told you I don't sleep!
Look, let's go and find the bastard
that's been seeing Kelly.
We're detectives, Roy!
We can do this! We can track him down!
Carver: No, Kelly's right, John. It's best to let it go,
like it never happened.
That's easy for you to say. You have got no idea
the way that I'm feeling right now!
Carver: Uh-huh, guess it feels like
the most precious thing you've ever had in your life
just slipping through your fingers,
and the tighter you hold on,
the faster it slips.
Major: I was just gonna say sad.
Carver: Well, there's only one person to blame for this mess.
So let's find the bastard that shot you.
Major: You're a decent man, Roy.
You understand.
[Engine turns over]
[Distant dog barks]
Major: I know he's our only lead,
but Cleasby's not gonna be here, is he?
He knows we're looking for him.
Carver: Never underestimate a suspect's stupidity.
[Distant creak]
[Door creaking]
[Cocks gun]
Carver: Jesus!
[Major panting]
I think he's got a knife.
Police! Drop your weapon!
Man: Sorry. I didn't know it was you.
Put your hands behind your head!
Major: You're under arrest. You do not have to say anything,
but we may harm you if called upon to do so.
- Major. - No, hang on. I've got it.
We do not have the right to harm you,
but we may do so-- no, that's not it.
Carver: Major, it's him! It's Kristof!
The dealer from the night you got shot!
I never carry guns and ammo together.
It's like taking a fox and a chicken across a river.
Major: You're the one that set me up!
No! I mean, yes,
but I didn't know they were gonna shoot you!
- Bollocks. - It's true!
Look, they're after me as well.
Why do you think I'm living like this?
- Where's Cleasby?! - I don't know,
although I heard you were back, and I came looking for you.
You're the only one that can help me.
Major: Oh, is that why you greeted us so warmly, is it?
Kristof: Sorry. It was a reflex action,
like a frog carrying a scorpion across a river.
Major: What?
Carver: The scorpion kills the frog
because it's in his nature.
Major: Yeah, I don't give a shit about scorpions
and frogs! Just tell us who's behind my shooting!
I already told you before you got shot.
[Sighs]
Give me a name!
- [Whispers] - [Sighing]
Kristof: What?
Carver: He can't remember what you told him.
Kristof: You can't remember?
Refresh my memory for me.
[Sighs]
The Juggler.
[Sighs]
The Juggler.
Carver: Major, who's The Juggler?
Major: I don't know. I've never heard of him.
Carver: Who the fuck's The Juggler?
Kristof: I don't know. I thought you'd know.
Major: Hang on! I think I've got it.
- Go on. - Well,
it's a nickname, isn't it?
Like a criminal alias.
Carver: As opposed to a man in a leotard,
throwing pineapples in the air?
'Course it's a fucking alias! Whose alias?!
Major: Well, the person behind the shooting!
Carver: Oh, Jesus fucking wept!
Kristof: Look, I can find out for you.
Look, give me a few hours, I'll get the name.
Carver: Oh, you think we're gonna let you go?
Kristof: I'm dead if you take me in.
Look...there's bent coppers in your unit.
Carver: Oh, let me guess.
The sword swallower and the bearded lady?
Kristof: Look, it's your choice. I'm offering to help.
Carver: Don't make us come looking for you.
Don't forget your gun.
Major: Get out.
Carver: "Juggler." All right, let's get back
to SIU, check out the aliases.
Oh, shit!
We're due on surveillance.
Major: Right. You do the surveillance,
I'll go to SIU. I'll put up a sign:
"Circus skills workshop."
Carver: Second thought, you do the surveillance.
Major: OK, then.
[Distant chatter]
Man: Yeah.
Yeah, that's the thing.
Parfit: Help you out with something?
- No, it's fine. - Where's Major?
- On surveillance. - Alone? Is that wise?
No, I'll tell you what's not wise.
You not letting the poor bastard get any sleep. It's cruel.
Parfit: Wait. What are you talking about?
Not letting him sleep?
[Snoring]
[Knocks on door]
Major!
[Horn honks]
Carver: Major!
Major! [Beating on window]
Open the fucking door!
Don't just stand there. You'll attract attention.
How long you been asleep?
I wasn't asleep.
Yes, I briefly closed my eyes so as to appear inconspicuous.
And banging your head on the horn?
It's so people wouldn't notice
me being inconspicuous.
[Major scoffs]
Carver: All right, well, if you
wasn't asleep, what have you seen?
Very quiet, minimal activity.
One incident where Mrs. Latimer appeared
at the window, holding an armful of snakes...
which I'm aware sounds like a dream,
but if I was asleep,
how did I make this giant balloon rabbit?
In other words, you was asleep.
I wasn't aware of it.
How can you not be aware?
That's what asleep means!
Carver: Yeah, but it's good practice for when
they switch you off altogether
for being shite!
You f...
Oh, bin it!
Are you men watching my house?
Carver: No, love.
Major, shouting: Nothing for you
to worry about, Mrs. Latimer!
- Oh... - How'd you know my name?
Carver: Look, it's all right. Go back inside, love.
Major: Honesty is the best policy, Roy, like Kelly said.
It's not right to spy on people.
Carver: That's not what she was talking about.
Major, shouting: We're police officers, Mrs. Latimer!
We're looking for your grandson,
an escaped criminal!
Now, I've been honest with you!
What do you have to say to me?!
Fuck off, copper!
Carver: I'm on her side.
Major: OK,
let's do this the hard way.
Not screwing off, Mrs. Latimer.
We want to know where he is,
and you're gonna tell us,
you horrible little scumbag!
Carver: Take it easy, John.
Major: No, Roy! She's pissing me off!
Mrs. Latimer: Is that all you got?
[Cell phone vibrates] Major: Don't be giving it...
Carver: Kristof, you have a name for us?
Mrs. Latimer: Fuck off! Kristof: You've got to help me.
Carver: You first. What have you got for us?
Kristof: It goes deep. Major: Do the right thing!
Carver: Who's The Juggler? Major: Let's have it!
Kristof: I need protection.
Look, I'm at Cleasby's.
Come and get me. I'll tell you everything I know.
Quickly!
Carver: Yeah, wait there.
Computer voice; Warning, warning...
[Flat-line tone] Carver: What are you doing?
Major: Uh, y-you're right. Um, let's go.
- What are you doing? - No, I never touched her.
Carver: Mrs. Latimer, can you hear me, love?
Major: We knew she was dying.
Latimer: Hey!
Computer voice: Assistance needed.
Latimer: What are you doing to my nan?!
Get off her!
Major: Latimer! Aah...
Latimer: Ohh!
Major: Give me your hands!
Latimer: Get off me!
Computer voice: Warning, and I can't get up.
Assistance needed. [Shouting continues]
Kristof: Hello? You coming?
Carver: Yeah, just give us another 5 minutes.
Computer voice: Your heart is stopped.
[Latimer shouting] Major: I got him, Roy!
[Birds chirping]
Kelly: I mean, the first thing is,
you know, you're not going mad.
Often in life, we don't know the best thing to do.
You know, for example, when your husband comes back from the dead
with an augmented brain, just as you're becoming intimate
with his partner. That's....
that's a good example of one of those times.
You need to be kind to yourself and try to find ways
to release the immense frustration, stress
you are holding in.
[Sighs]
[Popping]
No, that didn't work.
Major: So, that turned out all right in the end.
She was very old.
Carver: Kristof?
[Door creaks]
Shit. We're too late.
Major: Oh, shit. [Panting]
Carver: Leave it, mate. He's dead.
Major: So was I, remember?
They brought me back, got my brain working again.
Carver: Yeah, I don't see your point.
Major, shouting: Who did this to you?!
Carver: I think the murder weapon answers that question.
Major: You're saying there's a ten-pin bowler
involved in this now?
Carver: It's a juggling club.
It's The Juggler.
Yeah, obviously.
Ten-pin bowler would use the ball.
Ryle: This is interesting.
Carver: This isn't what it looks like.
Major: Isn't it?
Major: I say we take this to
Dennett, walk in there,
lay our balls on the table.
Carver: Can you think of anyone
who may have a grudge
against you, ma'am?
Major: Shit!
Major: She won't be honest with me,
in case it hurts me feelings.
I mean, with you, feelings aren't a problem.
Carver: Fucking hell.
I assumed it was because you were sleeping with Major's wife.
Eh?
- Get down! - Aah!
[Bullet whistles]
Major: Just doing my job.
Carver: Are you talking to your sleeve there?
- I don't know. - Stop it!