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ANSWERPHONE:
Hi, this is Tracy.
Leave a message.

If your luck's in,
I'll get back to you.

Tracy, this is Dad.
Just call me, please.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

-Banks.
-Hi, Alan.

24/7 Speedy Cabs
picked up Tracy
from your cottage

at 12:45 this afternoon,

and dropped her
at Merrion Street
at around 1:15.

Yeah, all CCTV coverage
along the street
from 1:00 onwards.

Yeah, she had
an overnight bag.

Did she say
where she was going?

No.

Look, if you've had a row,
might she have gone
to her mum's?

No, I checked.

-I need the boss.
-Ken wants you.

Tracy's phone is somewhere
in the city centre.

She received a call
from a pay-as-you-go number

at 10:46 this morning,

and a text message,
same number,

an hour later, saying...

Saying what, Ken?

"Pack something sexy. J."

Alan, where are you?

Alan? (SIGHS)

We've lost him now.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Mr Kitson, open up.

(SIGHS)

Got the warrant to search
Jaff Kitson's flat.

Too late.

Jaff Kitson's laptop.
Go through it

and see if there's any link
to Richard Martin.

Richard Martin's
a single DJ from Byford.

-No connection as yet.
-(PHONE RINGS)

Jaff Kitson and Al Jenkins,

they're more than just
business partners.

They're close pals.

But they ran
a man off the road,
they shoot him

and then they
stash the gun. Why?

Tracy's phone
is still live somewhere
near the Merrion Centre.

That doesn't mean she is.

Get Uniform down there, Ken.

Sorry, occupational hazard.

Thinking the worst 'cause
of what we see at work.
Apologies.

It's what I fail to see,
that's what gets me.

We're not mind readers.

My son ended up
in the cells, remember?

And I hate
to bring this up now,

but you broke into
Jaff Kitson's flat
without a warrant,

which means any evidence
found on that laptop

-could be deemed inadmissible.
-Do you think I give a shit?

Sorry, Helen.

Every parent
of every missing child
I've ever given assurances
to,

I had no idea
what they were going through.

I need to talk
to you in private.

Alan, Helen...

Could you come with us?

Peter Doyle
has taken out a civil suit

against the Chief Constable
for negligence.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you this,

but according to the
Professional Standards report,

the blame
lies with you, Helen.

There's liability on the
part
of Yorkshire Constabulary.

"Peter Doyle's
unlawful shooting

"was the result of a failure
of intelligence support.

"DI Morton sent
the Armed Response Unit

"into an extremely
hazardous situation

"without alerting them
to the fact

"that the house
was being re-wired,

"and with the power cut off,
the hallway was in darkness,

"and Peter Doyle was using
a walking stick."

And I suppose the officer
who fired the taser

has been completely absolved
of any responsibility.

No, I'm not having this!

I'm as unhappy about this
as you are.

You know
I have the utmost respect
for you, Helen,

but my hands are tied.

Until this legal case
is over...

I'm on paid suspension.

Yeah. I'll clear my desk.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Helen, you can't
take this lying down.

But if I'm to blame,
what can I do?

I don't think
you are to blame.

This is all about Trethowan
protecting his team,

lobbying the ACC
and using you as a scapegoat.

But why would an officer
of his calibre do that?

It was an accident.

We've only got
their version of events.

You didn't see
what went on in the house.

No, I didn't go in there.

Well, neither did Trethowan
for that matter.

Well, not until afterwards.

What?

Yeah, after I called
the crime scene team,

I went to find Trethowan
and he came out of the house.

He did.

Yeah, I'm almost
sure of it.

TARIQ: Excuse me, sir.

You might want to see this.

Helen, I'm sorry. I really am.

(SIGHS)

Is that Tracy?

What's going on?

She's been seeing Jaff Kitson.

Now, the boss
can't get hold of her.

Shit.

Tariq, rewind that.
I want to see
who the driver is.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(SIGHS)

Right, pass on
the car details to ANPR.

Helen, please don't
go anywhere.

We're gonna sort this.

Annie, come with me.

We've got
vehicle registration.
Delta...s...

Tracy bumped into
Erin and Jaff in a bar

about three weeks ago.

Jaff got Tracy's number.

He promised
he could find her work.

Erin thought that
there was something going on,

but Jaff talked her round.

So he must have liked Tracy
to start with.

He liked Erin Doyle.
But last night,
he threatened to kill her.

He's an
arch manipulator, Annie.

Tracy fell for him because

-I took my eye off the ball.
-Alan...

All I know is she was
under my roof,

in my care.

I should have kept her safe.

I mean, what...

What if he's taken her
because of me?

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Where's Jaff Kitson?

-Haven't you found him?
-Don't piss me about.

We know how close you two are.

Sorry, I can't help you.

Jaff Kitson has taken
my daughter somewhere,

and I've no idea where.

Now, this may be
a game to you,

but she means the world to me,

so you'd better tell me
where he is,

or, I promise you,

I will do whatever it takes
to bring you down

because I'm not
walking away from this.

And this time,
neither are you.

Empty threats
and no real evidence.

Some things
never change.

Now, you can arrest me
or bugger off

before I sue you
for harassment.

I don't blame you
for bricking it.

The boy's not right
in the head.

Come on.

Your little plan with the
gun
backfired, didn't it?

Have you learnt
nothing from me?

Yeah. Not to trust you.

You see, the thing is...

...you are in a hole.

And I'm the only one
who can get you out.

You need me, old man.

And you always have done.

Come on.

(COUGHS)

What are you up to?

-Is that...
-Mmm-hmm.

DCI Banks' daughter.

Now, you can exchange her
for the gun

in return
for the original deal,

which was half your assets.

I bet he'd do anything
to get her back.

I've just heard.

I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine...

We'll do everything
we can to find her.

I don't want to have
to pull rank here, Alan,

but in view of the fact
that this case
is so personal to you now,

I think you should step back.

-No. Please don't do this.
-It's for your own good.

If it were me,
I'd be going out of my
mind...

You can't take me
off this, Ron.

I let this happen.

And it's my job to find her
and bring her home.

How did I know
you were gonna say that?

Look, I've got Helen
to worry about.

I can't afford for you
to go off the rails.

Just don't do anything stupid.

(MOBILE PHONE CHIMES)

They've found
Richard Martin's body.
I've got to go.

Why did you lie to us
about buying the bar
from Jaff Kitson

when it was Al Jenkins
that sold it to you?

Why didn't you tell us that?

I should warn you
that both men are suspects
in a gun crime,

possibly murder.

Okay.

I bought the bar off Al,
but the money went straight
into Jaff's pocket.

Al Jenkins
isn't the kind of man

to give something away
for nothing.

Yet you end up with the bar,

Jaff Kitson ends up
with the cash.

Well, I think that maybe
Jaff was blackmailing him.

It's you I'm interested in,

Al Jenkins' new flavour
of the month.

Well, I just work for him.

No offence, but...

Why would Al Jenkins replace
a skilled businessman
like Jaff Kitson

with an unemployed amateur
from Deptford?

He must have been
pretty desperate
to put you in charge.

You better drop this!

Now I'm even more intrigued.

Ah, Superintendent Trethowan.

DI Morton.

I'm sorry about the outcome
of the inquiry.

Why, when you got away
with it?

Got away with what?

Whatever happened in there,

you went back
into the Doyle house
after the event.

And in the heat
of the moment,

I'd forgotten,
so I didn't say.

But there's no mention of it
in your statement.

No, that's because
it didn't happen.

But I saw you come out.

Well, no one else did.

It's rather convenient for
you
to start imagining
such details now.

You've been under
a lot of strain.

In fact, I'm not entirely
sure
you should even be here.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Why would a policeman's
daughter get involved
with someone like Jaff Kitson?

Because she's
a policeman's daughter.

They're not Jaff Kitson's
prints on the cartridge
of the gun.

So whose are they?

(DIALLING)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

-Ken?
-They aren't
Jaff's fingerprints.

I'm checking
Ident One for a match.

Okay. Sort out a warrant
for Al Jenkins' arrest.

Doc.

It looks like he took
quite a beating.

Punched and kicked

and shot twice
in the chest here.

I'd say he's been dead
about three to four days.

Looks like a nine millimetre
to me.

-(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
-Thanks.

Tracy?

It's Al Jenkins.

I'm standing
at Richard Martin's grave.

In Hazel Woods.

Who killed him?

Where's Jaff Kitson?

If he hurts my daughter,
I swear...

Oh, he won't. Not just yet.

He knows how much
she means to you.

If you want to see her again,

I suggest we meet up.

Yeah, I know it.

ANNIE:What the hell
were you playing at?

Verbally assaulting
a senior officer?

Trethowan's made
a formal complaint,

and you've just made
your situation

a whole lot worse
for the tribunal.

Tell me, Annie, when you
interviewed Trethowan,

did you give him
as hard a time
as you gave me?

Did you know Trethowan
went back into the Doyle house

after the gun was recovered
and Peter Doyle
had been brought out?

Because there's
no mention of that
in your report.

He didn't tell me that.

I saw him come out.

So why would a senior officer
go back into the house

and compromise the integrity
of a crime scene? Why?

If there's
an innocent explanation...

Why did he hide it from me?

Trethowan knows I'm powerless
because I've been suspended.

He's relying on the fact
that no one will believe me.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

-Jaff?
-You okay?

-You fainted.
-Did I?

(EXHALES)

-Where are we?
-It's just a house
I'm overseeing.

I can't remember anything.

Oh, my God!

-Did you drug me?
-I didn't do anything.

Well, you did, Jaff.
You must have!

-Why?
-Oh, come on.

Now, have some water.

It'll make you feel better.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You are not going anywhere,

so don't make me do
something I'll regret.

(SNIFFLING)

My dad, the police
will be looking for me.

They'll track the GPS
on my phone.

Well, unfortunately for you,
I ditched your phone
in Leeds.

Oh, come on.

You're the one who wanted
an adventure.

This is just
a bit of business.

How do I fit in?

I'm hoping your dad will want
his little girl back.

And preferably in one piece.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(COUGHING)

AL: Ain't it beautiful here?

I used to bring
Miranda, my wife,

up here towards the end.

She found it comforting
that all this was here
before she was born,

and would be long
after she'd gone.

What do you want from me?

I want to make a confession.

Sunday night on the motorway,

Richard Martin cut me up
and I wasn't having it.

I killed him.

Road rage?

Yeah, I lost it
after years of reining it
in.

Jaff was meant to clean up,
but he kept hold of the gun.

They're my prints
on the cartridge.

He wanted
to exact concessions.

So if you get me the gun,

in exchange
for your daughter...

Jaff gets his concessions.

Why did you keep
your prints on the gun?

For God's sake,
he's got your daughter.

He drugged her and stuck her
in the boot of his car.

If you refuse or call back-up,

I'll take what's coming.

But once Jaff realises
that she's of no use to
him...

She won't be the first body
he's buried.

You've got
till tomorrow morning.

(COUGHING)

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

KEN: According to his
medical records,

Al Jenkins has got
secondary cancer,

lung and abdomen.

He's got a couple
of months at best.

Boss, go home,
get some rest.

There's nothing more
you can do here.

We'll call
if anything comes up.

We will find her.

Night, Ken.

ALAN: It was bad enough
when I thought that Tracy
had gone with him willingly,

'cause part of me hoped
she wouldn't even realise
she was in danger.

But he drugged her, Helen.
He threw her in the boot
of his car.

And if I'd just tried to
stay
with her this morning,

just tried to talk to her...

Blaming yourself won't help.
You need to think
like a police officer.

What matters here is that
Al Jenkins has admitted
to killing Richard Martin.

We've got a gun
that may have his prints on

and you should arrest him.

And risk Tracy's life?

So you trust Al Jenkins
over your team?

He gave me no choice.

Well, you can't go back
and take the gun.

Not now that I know about it.

What would you do if it was
one of your children?

God knows.

But there are standard
operating procedures
for a reason.

And look where they got you.

If you hadn't insisted
on following procedure,

your career wouldn't be
on the line right now.

Annie's right.

I should never have
listened to you.

Because now you wouldn't be
in this mess.

I still think
I did the right thing.

You can't let a murderer
walk free,

whatever's at stake.

Because you cross that line,

and it will destroy you.

And I'm truly sorry
for what you're going through,

but you need
to trust me on this.

I can think straight
because it's not my child

that's out there.

(SIGHS)

(SOBBING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Alan?

Alan?

-What are you doing?
-I'm looking for something.

Anything that might help.

I had to come.

Whatever shit's
gone down at work,

I'm still your
girlfriend and...

Listen, Annie, I don't have
time for this right...

I want to help.
Don't push me away.

Hey, Alan...

Hey...

You need to go.

-No.
-Please.

Is that what you want?

-Yes.
-Okay.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Al.

It's DCI Banks.

I need you all to understand
we treat this case
like any other.

Our sole objective
is to get Tracy Banks back

and Jaff Kitson locked up
on a safe conviction.

Okay?

Annie.

The gun
we recovered killed
Richard Martin.

Al Jenkins and Jaff Kitson
were working together.

If Jenkins' prints match
the unidentified partials

on the gun cartridge,
we've nailed him.

If he's in league
with Kitson,

we have a direct line
to Tracy.

If Jaff Kitson
is using Tracy as leverage,

why hasn't he issued demands?

You think
I need reminding, Ken?

Thanks, everyone.

Ken's right. There's been
no contact from Jaff Kitson.

He'll be in touch. I'm sure.

Annie, last night, I'm sorry.

-I was in a bad place.
-It's fine.

-I just wanted to help.
-I know.

I know the inquiry's
supposed to be over,

but I've dug out
some more background

on the Armed Response Unit,

and it puts things
in a new light.

I've had fingerprints taken
from the Doyles' hallway

to see if Trethowan
went in there.

-I'm waiting for the
results.
-Good.

I need Helen back on the team.

With grouping like that,
why did Trethowan
fast-track you, Alice?

-Or is this just an off day?
-What's he said?

He didn't have to.
I had a hunch.

You found your best option,
sleep with your boss.

100%.

But then I'd expect no less
from an expert shot,

among the top 5%
in the country,

with an exemplary record
and a glut of trophies.

And yet, you missed
the man's arm
from 15 feet.

The lights were off.

The power was disconnected.

You know, I've refused
firearms training five
times.

Why? Because I don't want
to carry a gun.

I really don't want
to carry a gun.

-Why not?
-Because I might have
to use it.

It must stick in your throat.

An officer previously renowned
for keeping a cool head,

now on record
as a loose cannon.

How come you lost
your nerve, Mark?

Unless someone else did.

What did Trethowan
promise you?

That I'd hold onto my career.

Now you give me
one good reason
why I should let that happen.

When did
Constable Alice Craig

volunteer to be part of
the Armed Response Unit?

Six months ago. Why?

And you approved
her posting despite
her lack of experience.

She had potential.

How many viable operations
had she been part of?

One.

I really don't see
the relevance.

ANNIE:A couple of months ago,

Constable Alice Craig failed
her refresher course.

Why didn't you revoke
her authorisation card?

TRETHOWAN:I thought
she deserved another chance.

ANNIE:Because you were having
an affair with her?

Is that why
she was over-promoted
in the first place?

Why are Constable Craig's
skills being called
into question?

According to DI Morton,

you went back
into the Doyle house

after Peter Doyle
had been evacuated,

after the Armed Response Unit
had vacated the premises

with the rogue weapon.

DI Morton is clutching
at straws.

Constable Warburton said

you ordered him
to take the blame.

Well, he's lying.

It was Constable Alice Craig

that missed the light switch,
panicked and fired the taser.

She failed
to put on the light,

that's why the place
was in the dark.

You have no evidence

to substantiate
these allegations.

If you're telling the truth,

how did your fingerprints

come to be on the fuse box
in the hallway?

You went back
into the Doyle house
after the event,

realised the place
was being re-wired,

switched off the electricity

and dumped your unit's blunder
on DI Morton.

I just wanted
to protect Alice.

You were protecting yourself

because you knew
damn well your girlfriend

wasn't up to the job.

Well, this puts you
in the clear.

Good work.

-I'm sorry...
-I should think...

Sorry, you go ahead.

I should never
have taken the job.

I got my priorities wrong.
Let down the team.

But having accepted the job,
you did it to the best
of your ability.

Saved the day, in fact,
despite our
personal differences.

And I fully
respect you for that.

Helen, if I give you
a hard time
for sticking to the rules,

it's only because you make us
lesser mortals look bad.

(DOOR OPENS)

I've just
had a call from Exhibits.
The gun's missing.

What?

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

-What happened with Helen?
-She's in the clear.

The gun's gone missing
from the Exhibit Room.

Where are you? You're meant
to be bringing Al Jenkins in.

He's not at home.
I'm there now.

DI MORTON:
The forensic accounting
report's come back.

Al Jenkins has given
Mitchell Channing
everything he owns.

Tariq is bringing Channing
to the station.

DI MORTON:We think he might
lead us to Jaff Kitson.

We need you back here now,
where you should be.

ALAN: Call Jaff.

He's taken the gun, hasn't he?

JAFF: No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'll meet you there
at 8:00 p.m.

You hand over
the documents first,

and then I'll hand over
the girl.

We are gonna play this
my way for once, Al.

This plan won't work.
If my dad gets caught,
everyone loses.

Well, no one
more than him, right?

(FABRIC RIPPING)

Would you really
kill me, Jaff?

Doesn't all this prove
I'm capable of anything?

Jaff will hand your daughter
over to me

in exchange
for these documents,

which guarantee I'll give him
half of my assets.

He thinks I'm taking
her elsewhere

to meet you in exchange
for the gun.

So, you keep out of sight,

and once we're clear,

arrest him.

DI MORTON:
Over the past month,

Al Jenkins has been
withdrawing from all his
offshore accounts.

And on Tuesday,
he transferred
all his money,

property and assets to you.

-Why?
-You'll have to ask him.

Is it a money-laundering scam?

-Is Al Jenkins using you?
-No, he's not using me.

ALAN: Well, I know you're not
long for this world,

and good riddance, frankly,

but why are you so desperate
to save yourself
from being caught

when you'll be lucky
to see a remand hearing,

let alone do the time?

Why kill a man in cold blood

after years of getting grunts
to do your dirty work?

It was on my bucket list.

And was giving everything
you've got

to Mitchell Channing
on your list, too?

You said Jaff Kitson
was blackmailing him,

but it's you
who's got his fortune

sitting in your bank account.

Al wanted someone
to take over the business.

Why would he trust his empire
to an inexperienced stranger?

I'm not a stranger.

You've only known him
for less than two months.

He's terminally ill, Mitchell.

I know!

I never asked for a penny.

And I'll give it all back
just to spend time with him.

He may be a mean
old bastard, but...

He's my dad.

AL:I thought
I couldn't have kids.

Then my son tracks me down

after a somewhat forgotten
one-night stand.

That's why you didn't want to
give us a set of your prints,

because they
wouldn't match
the set on the gun.

They're
Mitchell Channing's
prints on the gun.

But why would he
kill Richard Martin?

He was wound up
by that little prick

who was meant to be
looking after him.

Jaff Kitson?

MITCHELL:
See, he loved his wife. He...

He didn't want anyone to know
that he'd cheated on her.

I mean, I'm not even
allowed to call him dad.

And he still loves me.

He'd do anything for me.

We'll need to take
a set of your fingerprints.

AL:Mitchell hadn't
long found me.

I didn't want to
tell him I was dying.

They were out in my car,
and Jaff told him
out of spite,

knowing it would
devastate him.

Then right out of nowhere,

this guy cut Mitchell up
and he saw red.

He gets out of control,
like I used to.

He'd just had
the worst news of his life.

He beat the guy up, badly.

And that's where
Jaff saw an opportunity.

He told Mitchell
to shoot the guy,
finish him off.

Well, Mitchell just did
as he was told?

He killed a complete stranger?

-Mitchell isn't the
brightest.
-No match for Jaff Kitson.

He knew he'd have
Mitchell's prints on the
gun.

So he hid it in order
to blackmail you.

Knowing that
if I did anything
to him,

the gun would surface

and go to the police.

On Erin Doyle's birthday.

AL:
Jaff never knew his father.

For five years,
he'd been like a son to me.

And then Mitchell showed up,
a chip off the old block.

All he had to do
was look after my son.

Instead, he turned him
into a killer.

Mitchell Channing,
I'm arresting you on
suspicion

of the murder
of Richard Martin.

AL: You'd better go.

There he is.

Right, come here.

Why couldn't you have
looked after both of us, Al?

I would have.

Hand her over.

-This is the end, Jaff!
-Tracy!

Major firearms incident.
Centenary Park.

Emergency services now.

(GROANING)

TRACY: Dad?

Please.

-Dad?
-Tracy.

Are you okay?

(GROANING)

I am so, so sorry.

I won't let you down again,
not ever.

I promise.

-(SOBBING)
-(SHUSHING)

An unauthorised
firearms operation?

ALAN: I had to win
Al Jenkins' trust
to get my daughter back.

And Constable Mark Warburton
should get

nothing more than a slap
on the wrist?

Yes, sir.

And ultimately,
it's all about the outcome.

That sounds about right, sir.

Go home.

How did it go?

He's a pragmatist.

Well, I still don't approve.

I wouldn't expect
anything less.

That's why I need you
on my team.

You and Annie.

She understands
how much I value you.

What about how much
you value her?

You do know
she's in love with you?

-Is Tracy all right?
-Yeah.

I wish you'd have
told me about the gun.

I would have let you take it.

That's why
I couldn't tell you.

That's why I asked you to go.

I don't understand when
I stopped being your mate,

someone you could confide in.

I love you, Annie.

I just need time

to think
about my daughter,

think about you.

I just need more time.

I'm not a very
patient woman, Alan.

I'll understand if you get
tired of waiting, but I
hope,

-I hope with all my heart...
-DI MORTON: Boss?

Major incident.
They want us to attend.
I'll drive.

Bagsy front seat.

(SIREN WAILING)