Patience

(emergency sirens blaring) (people shouting) Officer: Right, get yourselves ready, suit up please.

(unclear) hold the public back!

Don't let anyone through.

(high tempo music) (loud shouting) (police radio chatter) (alarm continues blaring) (officer issuing orders) Sir, we weren't expecting you.

Gold Commander for Yorkshire's currently unavailable, so, you have me.

What's the situation?

Uh, buildings cleared and locked down.

-Any hostages?

-At least two, possibly more.

The suspect absconded from HMP Enmouth.

Any demands?

Not yet, we're trying to establish contact.

Why hold up a police station?

It's not a bank.

(radio chatter, shouting continues) sighs) (suspenseful music) Lance Miller, Tactical Firearms.

It's crowded in here, isn't it?

Who are they?

DS Hunter and DC Akbari, part of the Crime Squad.

We work closely with criminal records.

-Where's DI Monroe?

-We don't know, she wasn't amongst the evacuated workers.

I've sent her a message, she'll be here.

Right, get us a coffee, will you?

(background radio chatter) (whispers) That's Monroe's ex-boss.

Apparently, he's a right piece of work.

We're about to establish contact with the hostage taker.

Alright, everybody, shush, shush, shush, shush.

This is Chief Superintendent Callum Banks, we have the building surrounded.

Let's try and find a peaceful solution, shall we?

DI Monroe: Good idea.

Monroe?

(high tempo music) (intro music) (high tempo music) (siren blaring) God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.

The courage to change the things I can.

And the wisdom to know the difference.

(phone rings) Patience.

Is everything alright?

Yeah, I'm just here with a woman who says she's been a victim of a miscarriage of justice.

Well, she should speak to a solicitor.

Well, I told her she could speak to you.

What?

No, I don't have time to deal with some random off the streets right now.

Um... I don't think she's a random.

Can you just come, please?

(sighs) Okay, fine.

Come and meet me.

I'm at that new coffee place round the corner.

Just... This is Nicola Barclay.

Hi.

DI Monroe.

So, what's this all about?

(background chatter) I was wrongly convicted of murder.

Murder?

Fifteen years ago, my sponsor from an addiction support group who was found stabbed at his home.

(suspenseful music) No!

Oh no!

(wailing) But he was already dead when I got there, and... I was scared.

I had David's blood on me and I... I'd been drinking.

I was pretty out of it.

I ran.

The cops found me at home the next day.

No one believes an alcoholic.

Mm.

What did they think your motive was?

Well, they said that I was afraid that he'd report me to social services for relapsing, and being an unfit mother, and I was trying to silence him.

They thought your sponsor would break his confidence?

In my experience, confidentiality is a big deal in addiction support groups.

That's what I told the police.

I had nothing to do with it.

But I served 15 years all the same.

Christ.

Wow.

When did you get out?

A few days ago.

(pages rustling) (mysterious music) This is the police report.

Uh, this was in Manchester.

(suspenseful music) And Callum Banks was the DCI?

Yeah.

Um, there's something missing.

I mean, were there no other suspects?

Can you help?

Well, in my opinion, the police work done by the investigating team was uncorroborated and un-rigorous.

Sounds on brand for Callum Banks.

(background PA announcement) (sighs) Hey, take a seat.

We'll let you know when we've got something.

(bleeping) (suspenseful music) (bleep) That's Nicola.

Nicola, you can't be in here.

(gun cocks) (tense music) Okay.

Let's stay calm.

Okay.

Give me the gun, Nicola.

Give me the gun, Nicola.

(shot fired) Ah!

(panicked breathing) What are you doing, Nicola?

Nicola: Move.

There's work to be done.

Okay.

Okay.

Nice and easy.

(suspenseful music) (siren blaring) Officer: This is the way.

(confused chatter) Apparently, it's in Criminal Records.

Wait, this is for real?

Do we know where Patience is?

They're sealing the building off.

-We've got to go get Pa... -Armed response are on their way.

Come on, let's go.

Officer: That's it, keep moving, please.

(keyboard clacking) (bleeping) I can't access the external server.

They've isolated Criminal Records.

So?

Um, well, it means that I can't communicate with Manchester.

There must be another way.

Find it.

Uh, I've... I... Um... (phones ringing) (panicking) Um... You need to answer that.

It's a good sign.

It means they want to negotiate.

Nicola: Just, um... Hmm.

Just need time to think.

I just... (exhales frantically) You...you... (phones continue ringing) This is Chief Superintendent Callum Banks.

We have the building surrounded.

Let's try and find a peaceful solution, shall we?

Good idea.

Monroe?

Uh, cut the loudspeaker, yeah?

(tense music) What the hell are you playing at, Monroe?

(high tempo music) You might remember Nicola Barclay.

She's a murderer and a fugitive.

You sure about that?

What does she want?

Her case re-examined.

We don't bargain with criminals.

Haven't you attempted to neutralize her?

She's one woman.

A woman with a gun can do just as much harm as a man with a gun.

Alright, Monroe, enough chat.

We're coming in.

Can you wait?

Give me one hour, and I will resolve this peacefully.

No.

No way.

I assume you don't want fatalities reported on the news?

(sighs) Fine.

You've got one hour.

After that, we're launching an assault.

(suspenseful music) (panics) Start finding a way in.

You've said an hour.

(scoffs) Surely, you've learned by now not to trust her.

I don't know what you mean.

You will do.

(high tempo music continues) (phone ringing) Patience, you okay?

I...I need you to get into HQ.

The whole place is locked down.

I know.

It's just the only way to access Criminal Records in Manchester.

I can't do it from here.

Alright, alright.

We have to get inside.

Come on.

(officers shouting) (radio chatter) (high tempo music intensifies) One, two, three.

Uh... Right, we're all finished up in there.

Radio: ...situation reported in Criminal Records Department City of York Police Station.

All other stations... -Can you turn it up?

(suspenseful music) (breathing hard) (keyboard clacking) Come on, come on, come on, come on.

(sighs) (computer pings) (gasps) -He's sent it.

-Yeah, um... (clears throat) your... sponsor was a professor.

Chemistry.

(clears throat) Shall I print it?

Yeah.

(whirring) What's that?

Um... uh, it...it looks like some sort of code.

Can you decipher it?

I will...I'll need some time.

(whirring, clacking) Can I...?

-Yeah.

(suspenseful music continues) I've...I have to... (clattering) -Stop.

-What?

Um...it's just that I always work alone in here.

Not today.

(mice squeaking) She's trying to prove your innocence, Nicola.

You need to trust her.

(clattering) (high tempo music) (whispering to herself) (squeaking) (high tempo music intensifies) (inaudible radio chatter) (high tempo music continues) (timer beeping) We've found a way in, but... it's not risk-free.

We're wasting time.

We're waiting for thermal imaging.

We need a clearer picture.

Get a move on, then.

Come on.

(background radio chatter) What's his problem?

He's a knob.

Stellar arrest rate, and now he's up for a top job.

(police radio chatter) Baxter: Isn't that the lad from SOCO?

-Yeah.

-What's he doing here?

He's um... Patience's boyfriend.

Or was.

(police radio bleeps) (sitting in silence) Have you got family?

Kids?

A daughter.

Gemma.

She's the most important thing in my life.

That's why I want to clear my name.

Tell me about her.

(sighs) How did you know Patience worked with me?

I didn't, I was looking for her.

Oh.

There was stuff online about her.

Said she was a genius at solving difficult cases.

Yeah, she is.

(sighs, scoffs) If you were on day release, you must be close to finishing your sentence?

Just under a year.

(dramatic music) Under a year?

Why didn't you wait, get a solicitor, appeal your case?

Because I don't trust the law.

Yeah, Callum Banks will do that to you.

(inhales sharply) 25 minutes.

She's got 25 minutes to solve this.

She will.

She will.

God, I could do with a drink.

I'm sorry.

No, don't be, don't be.

So could I. You said that, um... you knew about addiction support groups.

Yeah, I've... worked on cases in that world, but what led you there?

My son was killed.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

It was a hit and run.

Noah.

He was six.

He was the sweetest, smartest kid.

Everybody loved him.

(dramatic music) (high tempo music) (whispering) (papers rustling) I'm ready.

(suspenseful high tempo music) (radio chatter) (timer beeping) Right, we're going in.

Now?

It's not time.

She still has 15 minutes.

Yeah, exactly, it'll be a surprise.

Chief Superintendent, if DI Monroe is not ready, it'll put her and Patience in serious danger.

(scoffs) (suspenseful music intensifies) This has to end now.

Do whatever it takes.

Go!

We're going in.

(sinister music) Officer: Bear right, bear left.

Go!

Okay, let's move.

(mice squeaking) So, the day that he was murdered, your sponsor, David Exeter, was chairing an addiction support meeting.

He kept a register.

-Really?

It's supposed to be anonymous.

Well, he used a code.

And you cracked it?

There was an interesting photo on his wall.

A gathering of eminent scientists in 1860 at the Karlsruhe Conference.

-Yeah.

Well, it was a crucial moment in the conception of the periodic table.

I'm sorry, I'm getting a GCSE chemistry flashback.

Move on.

It was the key to his code.

So, the numbers in his notebook, they're atomic numbers.

And so, I matched them with their corresponding symbols.

-And?

-They're names.

(papers rustling) (suspenseful music) (lights clang loudly) What's going on?

Um... Okay, we need to get out of here.

-Okay, okay.

-Now.

Move.

-Well, uh... -Move, move, move.

-Okay.

Radio: Control, control entry made.

Visibility's low, you be careful, over.

(radio static) (suspenseful music) Control (unclear) heading down to basement.

Control, this is team leader, signal is breaking up.

(high tempo music) DI Monroe: This way.

(stun grenade sizzles, bangs) (women scream) I'm police.

She's with me.

-Get down!

Stay down!

(police shouting) Stay as you are!

Officer: Officers have been recovered, Sir.

The suspect has not been located.

-Oh.

- Over.

Christ's sake.

(dramatic music) (whimpering) (distant siren wailing) Aiding and abetting a fugitive, you've outdone yourself, Monroe.

(scoffs) You're likely to lose your job for this.

DI Monroe: This all comes back to you, and you know it.

Careful.

You know what happens when you let your mouth run.

Any word out of you in there and I'll make sure this time you can't just transfer your way out of trouble.

I'm going to ask you again.

Why did you bring an armed civilian into the Criminal Records Department?

Do you realize how serious this is?

You're central in an internal investigation.

Your job is on the line.

What's he doing here?

I'm waiting for an answer.

May I have a word with DI Monroe in private?

(whispers) Yeah.

(door opens) (door closes) Pfffffft... She's a tricky one, isn't she?

She was in my department in Manchester for a couple of years.

(chuckles) I know you have a history with Banks, but you can't make this personal.

Oh, not make it personal, right.

(scoffs) You know, Banks said you couldn't be trusted.

From what I've seen today, I think he might be right.

He tried to frame me, Sir.

What?

(suspenseful music) He's bent.

And I saw it time and again.

Corner cutting, massaging evidence to fit the narrative, cherry-picking cases.

And when I called him on it, he made life very... difficult for me.

That's why you left.

(sighs) (sniffs) Look... I don't like the guy.

If you don't play a ball now, it could cost you your job.

And I don't want to lose a valued officer.

That's a very long-winded compliment, Sir, but thank you.

(scoffs) So... will you cooperate?

I can't.

His connection with Nicola Barclay isn't just to do with the prison break.

What?

(door opens) (door closes) Ma'am.

Thank you.

(paper unfolding) I understand there's a conflict of interest with a previous case involving Nicola Barclay.

I'm afraid, Chief Superintendent, you're going to have to step off this investigation.

(laughs) Don't be ridiculous.

(tense music) This is my division, this is my case.

If you could step out, please.

(door opens) (door closes) It might be diplomatic if you left us to it.

(door opens) (door closes) Did you make any attempt to stop Miss Barclay from fleeing?

What?

When I was being pinned to the floor by the AR team?

No.

(soft music) So, you have no idea where she is now?

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Ma'am, uh... I just want to say that the buck stops with me.

I'm the police officer here.

(up tempo music) You work with DI Monroe on criminal investigations, but you aren't officially in her department?

Um, no, I'm employed in cl... um, Criminal Records.

Sorry.

But, um... the Crime Squad often requests my help.

In what capacity?

Um... well, I'm autistic, so... I can help them see things in a different way.

(soft music) Um, so, uh, these documents tell the order of the events, but I'm looking for the story.

So, when I lay everything out, I can see the patterns that start to emerge, and then I follow the path that they present and more evidence appears, and then it's like reconfiguring a kaleidoscope of the pattern, and then I know how the case unfolds.

Hm.

Traces of silica and sodium carbonate were found at the crime scene.

So, uh, 15 years ago, the victim, David Exeter, was chairing an addiction support meeting, and it was held at a disused glass factory.

Hence the traces of silica and sodium carbonate.

Yeah, exactly.

So, Miss Barclay claimed that she wasn't at the meeting.

But traces were found on her shoes and on the crime scene.

-Making her a suspect.

-Mm.

But couldn't the victim have left them there?

He was at the factory chairing the meeting.

Well, David Exeter, he was a wheelchair user, and so that means that the residue and the pattern distribution are completely different.

So, investigators concluded that it was Miss Barclay who left the traces there.

Yes.

There's another way of looking at it, though.

Miss Barclay didn't deposit traces of silica and sodium carbonate on her shoes in the victim's home.

She picked it up there.

So, you're saying someone else from the addiction support meeting was at the crime scene?

Yes.

Why were the police so stuck on Nicola Barclay?

Uh, was everyone else ruled out?

They weren't even looked into.

Attendees are anonymous, but it wasn't impossible to find who else was there.

How do you mean?

Well, David Exeter, he kept notes in code about everyone that attended the meeting.

So, I compiled a list.

Why didn't the team in Manchester do this?

I don't know.

Too focused on their golden conviction rates.

They also didn't think it relevant.

Why?

Well, the phone records here.

Um, Miss Barclay was the last person David Exeter called.

Investigators assumed, uh, he was threatening to report her to Child Protection Services for relapsing.

So, she killed him to silence him.

That's...quite the supposition.

Well, when they found her the next day inebriated, they took that as proof.

(suspenseful music) And she paid for it for the next 15 years.

(door closes) Boss... I thought you might like to go to your cell.

-What?

-Yeah, we've been asked to keep you in the station, so, you know, but at least you've got a bed.

-Christ's sake.

-Yeah, I'm sorry.

It's okay, you're only doing your job.

-What are you doing?

-Let's try in here first.

Hey, thanks, but for God's sake, make sure Baxter doesn't find out, 'cause you'll get disciplined for this.

It was Baxter's idea.

(button presses) (footsteps receding) (mysterious music) (door closes) Patience.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

What?

We're not supposed to be talking.

Well, sod that.

Are you okay?

Um... Well, yeah, they took my headphones and my backpack, but I'm... yeah, I'm fine.

-Hey, look, we haven't got much time, and God knows what Banks is cooking up, but it's pretty clear we both think that Nicola is innocent, yeah?

-Yeah.

-And I'm sure that she knows that we think that, so, why did she disappear?

We were gonna help her explain the whole thing.

Like, where did she go?

I don't get it.

Well... Well, maybe she got what she wanted already.

-What?

-Well, the list of names, everyone at the addiction support meeting.

Yeah, but we haven't figured out who the killer was yet.

Well, she can.

She's resourceful.

Yeah, and tough.

15 years in prison will do that for you, let alone what she went through before.

You mean the murder of her sponsor?

And losing her six-year-old son.

What?

He was killed in a hit-and-run 18 years ago.

What happened to the driver?

(footsteps approaching) Never found.

(door opens) (dramatic music) If you could take a seat, please.

I'd like to make a phone call, please.

Would you sit down?

I'm allowed one phone call.

(mysterious music) Thank you.

He's not picking up.

Oh, there's no answer.

Um, what time is it?

Uh...7:30.

Oh, Billy will be running the group now.

Um... Can I try one more number?

But you know her.

What, do you seriously think Patience would knowingly be guilty of assisting an escaped prisoner?

I'm doing what I can.

I can't say more than that.

(phone rings) Patience?

Elliot... Hey, I... Are you okay?

(soft music) Um, well, I've gotten myself into some trouble.

Yeah, I know.

Listen, I know we're not, um... dating anymore, but, um... I really need you to do something for me.

Okay.

Everything alright?

Yeah.

Yeah, uh, Sir?

(siren blaring) Any chance you can... pull any strings in Manchester?

(up tempo music) You picked this up in Manchester?

Yeah, she says she needs them tonight.

Yeah.

(knocking on door) Hello, do you mind if I...?

(door buzzing, unlocks) Thank you, mate.

You alright?

Got a little something for you.

(door closes) (door buzzing) (door opens) Miss Evans, you requested a medical professional.

(door closes) So... I understand there's something I can actually help you with, Miss Evans.

(door buzzes) (door opens) You alright, Boss?

How you doing?

Well, the linen could do with an iron, and the bellboy's a bit of a drag.

Well, I've brought you some room service, so... Oh, cheers.

Sorry, I can't drink that.

Well, maybe a fat rascal will help take the edge off.

I drove across town this morning to get those fresh, just how you like em.

-Oh, you good lad.

Oh.

(bag rustling) So, what's the news?

Banks is about to hold a press conference.

What?

Why?

Probably to craft some suitable narrative for himself.

Mm.

And throw me and Patience under the bus to cover his ass.

Yep.

Has Evans got all her facts lined up?

Well, she's gone through a whole packet of highlighters, so... Mm.

Then it's time to strike.

(keyboard tapping) (phone rings) What?

Uh, Chief Superintendent Banks, could you, uh, pop into the office, please, Sir?

It's about DI Monroe and Miss Evans.

No, absolutely not.

They had their chance, and it wasn't convincing as no doubt Wallace realized.

They'll get what's coming to them, and there's nothing they can do about it.

I, uh, I'm gonna have to insist.

You're gonna want to hear em out.

(sinister music) Fine.

This better not take long.

They really did all this?

Yep.

You and Will have got to find this man.

Sir.

(door opens) (door closes) (laughing) What's this?

If you want to intimidate me, you'll need more than numbers on your side.

You're in an embarrassing situation, Sir.

Losing an armed escaped prisoner from a building surrounded by police.

As my friend in PR would say, the optics aren't gonna play.

Hm, well, you can be sure I'll make the public very aware of what a fantastic job City of York Police did in establishing that situation in the first place.

We understand you're about to deliver a press conference, and obviously all this will come out.

But if you wait, we think we can deliver Nicola Barclay to you.

And you can look like you're doing your job.

(scoffs) Where is she then?

We're working on that, but we know where she's headed and we know what she wants.

What she wants?

(scoffs) It's hardly a revelation.

She wants to overturn her conviction.

No.

She isn't chasing exoneration, she's chasing revenge, Sir.

18 years ago, Nicola's son was killed in a hit-and-run.

The child was left for dead, and the driver was never found.

And it turns out the real reason that Nicola came to us is to learn the identity of the person who was driving that car.

We, um, managed to obtain the car accident report pertaining to the death of Miss Barclay's son in Manchester.

We have a witness who stated after the car smashed into the wall, the driver quickly fled the scene.

With that small bit of information, I was able to work out the identity of the driver, but for the rest I needed the help of Dr.

Parsons.

I have a contact at Manchester Royal Infirmary A&E.

Uh, me...me ex-husband, actually.

Anyway, Tim found a traumatology case that was logged in A&E the day after the accident.

Uh, the patient's name, Andrew Montague.

And Andrew Montague attended his first addiction support meeting the same day that David Exeter, Nicola's sponsor, was killed.

How do you know?

It's impossible to find out who's in those rooms, their, um, anonymity is protected.

And yet Miss Evans managed to put together a list in 20 minutes.

We didn't need a list.

We had a guilty suspect, she had traces of silica in her shoes.

All that was disproved, Chief Superintendent, by Miss Evans.

(high tempo music) We believe that Andrew Montague confided in his new AA sponsor that he killed Nicola's son in a hit-and-run.

David tried to persuade Andrew to confess in person.

So, he rang Nicola to say that he was with someone who wanted to own up to the hit-and-run.

But Andrew wasn't ready to accept responsibility for his crimes, so, he killed David and fled the scene.

When Nicola turned up, he was already dead.

If you're telling me that Nicola Barkley wants revenge on Andrew Montague, then why are we stood round here wasting time?

My team are looking for her now.

DI Monroe, Miss Evans, you're free to go pending a decision.

Given the irregularities that have come to light regarding the David Exeter case, I'll be opening an investigation with Manchester Police.

You might want to cancel that press conference.

(sneers) (fist bangs) Frankie.

Hi, uh, Elliot.

Sorry.

Um... (melancholic music) -Hi.

-(clears throat) Seems like that was a success.

Uh, yeah.

Um... sorry, I just wanted to say, um, thank you for helping us.

Um, and that we couldn't have done it without you.

So, how are you?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm great.

-Good.

-Yeah.

-Well, I'd better be off.

-Okay.

Jake: Yeah, we've got an address for Andrew Montague, but the traffic's a nightmare and our blue lights ain't helping.

Backup's on the way.

(door closes) (door bleeps) Um, Elliot, um... I'm not fine.

-What?

-Or good.

I...I messed up.

Oh, uh... (soft music) Uh, I got in my head.

And I know you're with that woman from the SOCO team now, and I understand but I just needed to tell you... Wait, wait ha...hang on.

What?

What, Sarah?

Well, no, no, I mean, like, yeah, we did go on a couple of dates, but I...it wasn't right.

It wasn't?

-No.

-Why?

'Cause I like someone else.

(door bleeps, swishes open) We've found Andrew Montague.

-Um, I... -Yeah, go.

Okay.

DI Monroe, can I come with you?

No.

(siren blaring) (up tempo music) I solved this case.

The hit and run.

David Exeter's murder.

Without me, you would've been... -Fine.

-What?

-Well, get on then.

-Uh... -But hold on tight 'cause I'm not gonna slow down for you.

Uh, o...kay.

(engine revs) (high tempo music) Hello, Andrew.

You killed my son.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, you do, get up the stairs.

-Somebody!

Help!

You keep your voice down or I'll kill you now!

(inaudible shouting) (high tempo music intensifies) They're on the roof!

Wha...what do we...?

Okay, put this on.

What?

Uh, no, what about you?

I'll be fine.

-Really?

-Yes.

Uh... Uh... Right, let's go.

Okay.

Um... I'm not gonna jump if that's what you want.

You're gonna have to shoot me.

(gun cocks) Okay, okay.

(sinister music) Okay, okay.

Honestly, I didn't know he was dead until I heard.

I'm sorry.

You could have taken responsibility.

Well, you're gonna take responsibility now.

For David and for my boy!

(sirens blaring) Nicola.

Hey!

Nicola, Patience did it.

She found the proof to clear your name.

If you let him go, we're gonna arrest him and charge him.

Okay?

Trust me.

You're too late.

I've waited years for this.

You're not gonna take it away from me now.

You don't want to do this, Nicola.

You don't want to do this.

Think about your daughter.

I've not been a mother to Gemma for a long time.

She's her own person now.

But Noah will never grow up!

Never!

Just stay back!

I will kill him!

No, no, Miss Barclay!

(tense music) Hi.

Sorry.

DI Monroe she always tells me I... I focus too much on the numbers and statistics, but... she's taught me to really look at the person, and... when I look at you, I don't see a killer.

(poignant music) DI Monroe: She's right, Nicola.

She's right.

Put the gun down, Nicola.

Just put the gun down.

-Ah!

-Urgh.

Aaargh!

(fighting, struggling) (gunshot) No!

Ah!

Aah!

Will: Get down!

– Andrew: It wasn't me!

-Get down!

Get on the floor, get down!

(gasping for air) Yeah, I'm fine.

(gasping in horror) (gasping in pain) (melancholic music) Every morning in prison I woke up knowing my son was dead.

And that he was still out there walking around like nothing happened.

Well, rest assured, he won't be walking around like that anymore.

You paid the price and you shouldn't have.

I'm sorry.

Hi, Boss.

How you feeling?

Peachy.

Anything we can do?

Yeah, don't cock it up before I get back.

Yeah, she's fine.

I underestimated you.

You crazy badass.

(laughs) Thank...thank you.

I... Well... you're dangerously unpredictable and chaotic, but... I'm glad you came to York.

(dramatic music) (applause) Thank you.

Thank you.

Welcome back, Ma'am.

-Oh, we tidied up your office.

-What?

-(laughing) -Only joking.

Oh.

(laughter) What happened with Nicola's case?

Good news, her conviction's been overturned.

And what about the stuff she pulled last week?

Well, there'll be repercussions, but she's already served 15 years, so, there's likely to be some leniency.

Have you heard about Banks?

I'm guessing he's out for revenge.

Well, luckily, this whole hostage thing hasn't played.

-No kidding.

-Word is he's a sinking ship and the rats are running.

Wow.

Wow, I never thought...yeah.

(gentle music) Well, I'm glad I didn't mess up my career for nothing.

(door opens) Monroe, a word?

It's good to see you on the mend.

(door closes) Please, take a seat.

Oh, no, I'm... okay, yeah.

I wanted you both to know I handed in my report this morning.

I found you guilty of breaking protocol and breaching police security.

I'm sorry, Miss Evans, but my job is to make sure everything is done by the book.

No, uh, yeah, I... I understand completely and, and, so... What I did was unacceptable and irresponsible, but I'd, I'd like to hand in my resignation.

I haven't finished.

What you both managed to achieve on such a short space of time, and with little resources, is staggering.

So, I want to recommend that you be allowed to resume your duties without delay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(dramatic music) Great, well, yeah, good decision Ma'am.

Yeah, apparently a cold case like this is media relations gold.

Zinzi's asked me to do a spread for her Sunday supplement, you know, a day in the life, et cetera.

Oh, congratulations, Sir.

When does that come out?

Oh, when pigs fly.

(laughter) (up tempo music) (cheering) Right, now that the boring bit's over, let's get to the pub!

(cheering) Shall we head off?

You know, it'll probably be pretty loud at the pub.

No, I think it should be fun.

-Really?

-Yeah.

I'll have you know, I'm one crazy badass.

Yes, you are.

And I've had fun, so... Perfect.

(people chattering happily) -Uh, you're, uh... -Joy.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Um, are you...here for the wedding, or...?

No.

I was told you were here, and I wanted to see you.

Um, me?

Why...why?

When you came to my house, I wasn't completely honest with you.

What do you mean?

(poignant music) You're my sister.