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It's called Operation Pear Tree.

Our brief was to embed
an undercover officer

within an organised crime group.

Detective Sergeant John Corbett.

His files were erased
from the police database,

his phone number
and email deleted.

Corbett was given
a new identity.

It's the Eastfield Depot,

where the police forces in the
region store seized contraband -

drugs, cash, jewels,
precious metals.

This could be bigger
than the Brink's-Mat.

There's a suggestion
women in that block are being kept

in modern-day slavery

to provide sexual services.

Our duty is to protect them.

And we will raid the house
and raid the print shop.

Do it.

Christ, how old is she?

Who is it, Lise?

Who am I giving all this info to?

H?

There's a girl on the unit.
Her name's Lisa McQueen.

She makes contact with the high
levels of the organisation.

- How?
- Laptop.

We talk via an audio link.

The replies come up as text.

As far as the risk goes,

we can minimise that by using
your assets - bent coppers.

The CHIS who's been giving me
Intel on the OCG.

It's Corbett.

He's relayed intelligence

on a planned armed robbery
of the Eastfield Depot.

Eastfield? What's he got backing
him up there, a Panzer Division?

Detective Chief Superintendent
Hargreaves

was pronounced dead
a short while ago.

First duty: preservation of life.

Divert the AFOs to respond
to the Status Zero.

Hastings?

He pulled you out so we could
get away with the gear.

He's the one calling
all the shots! He's H!

I'm arresting you for the murder
of Lester Hargreaves.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

Yeah, I know. How much?

100 grand.

I don't want the fiasco of
Operation Pear Tree,

which was not of your making,

add a disastrous coda to an
otherwise distinguished career.

It's only temporary, obviously.

I'm sorry to bother you at such
a late hour, Mrs. Hastings.

I'm Detective Sergeant
Steve Arnott, AC-12.

Sir.

The doctors say she'll be fine.
She'll make a good recovery.

Thank you.
I just need to see my wife.

Between us, Mrs. Hastings didn't
want your gaffer involved.

That's why it came to us.

- All right, love?
- Ted.

Jesus Christ.

Are you in any pain?

Not any more.

They have me
doped up to the eyeballs.

How did it happen?

A man called at the house
saying he was from AC-12.

So of course I told him
I'd better ask you first.

Before I could
make the phone call,

a man broke in wearing
a balaclava over his face.

What, you think
there were two men?

The man at the door
gave the name Steve Arnott.

But you've met Steve Arnott.

I've been through all this
with the other detective.

I know, darling, I know, but...

The man that broke in,
I never saw his face.

And he was from back home.

What... What do you mean?

They haven't told you?

He spoke with a Belfast accent.

He said you'd know
why he'd done it.

He said you'd know
what you've cost him.

No, no, no. No.

No, these people,
they're just thugs.

Don't believe a word. They're
just trying to get to me.

And trying to stop my team from
beating a path to their door.

Who?

There's any number of on-going
inquiries, of course.

- I'm not allowed to disclose.
- Your precious regulations.

He's only been to my home,

only tortured me
and put me in hospital.

I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry.

If I'd have been there, I'd have
been able to protect you.

So now you're trying to make out
it was my fault?

No, no, no.

- We should've been together?
- Course not.

Is that your game, Ted?

No.

Get out.

She's in a terrible state.
A terrible state.

Anything you need for your
investigation, you just ask.

- You understand? Just ask.
- Thank you, sir.

Given the victim is your wife,
you appreciate

why Serious Crime needs to
handle this independently?

Yeah, well,
it's just as well I'm out of it.

Because I can tell you,
whoever is responsible for this,

he'd better pray
he's up in front of a judge

before I get my hands on him.

Sorry, sir.

For my report,
any significance you know of

regarding the pattern of injuries

to your wife's wrists,
knees and ankles?

No.

Cheers, Sam.

Any new leads on Hargreaves?

We're working on it.

I'm learning the hard way
how people react

when they find out
you've had a bent boss.

The insinuation
you must have known.

Ma'am.

Call me, yeah?

Sam told us Mrs. Hastings claimed

her attacker had
a Northern Irish accent.

And we all know her injuries

are classic paramilitary
punishment wounds.

Look. The Gaffer's had
the shock of his life.

Your family,
that's a whole other level.

Let's hope the Gaffer opens up...

...before we have to start asking.

This is Lisa, on with Clayton.

About that, yeah.

I have my moments.

We've just hit a few bumps

trying to fence
the Eastfield gear, that's all.

But nothing
we can't get over in time.

Maybe it'd help
speed things along

by fencing the gear
via other units.

We just need a bit of a leg-up,
that's all, you know.

That way we all get
to reap the rewards.

Shit.

This job, it was meant to make us.

- Call him back.
- That's not how this works.

Well, you tell me how it works.
Is he some kind of mind-reader?

I talk to someone who talks to
someone who talks to someone.

Tell me who and I'll get
the message through.

Time me and this prick had words.

- That's what I'm worried about.
- You protecting him?

Protecting him?

Jesus, John,
it ain't that way round!

No?

Hargreaves crossed us. So who's
he gonna have crossed us to?

Now we've got one load
of coppers on our tail

and another load on a payroll.

Someone's orchestrating all that.

So who do you think's
the best man for the job?

This prick's a copper.
I can feel it in my water.

No.

You're talking shite, John.

You can't know
that he's a copper.

I've met enough in my time, more
than enough, more than you.

H is a senior police officer.

Tell me I'm wrong.

What's happening?

We're rounding up officers
identified by semen deposits

being kept in cold storage at
the Borogrove Estate brothel.

Some were being blackmailed
into assisting the OCG.

One of the semen deposits
matched Hargreaves' DNA.

It was recent, as well.

- Suggesting the blackmail was also recent?
- It's looking that way, boss.

I've re-interviewed the officers
we know assisted the OCG -

Jane Cafferty,
Kieran Bloom and so on.

None had contact with Hargreaves
before a few months ago.

There's no way
he could have been H.

H goes back much further.

- Sorry, is this a bad time?
- It's fine. Thanks, Tatleen.

Ma'am, we've had a breakthrough
at Kingsgate Printing Services.

The search of the premises
yielded findings

we've passed on to Cyber Crime.

- Amanda Yao.
- Kate Fleming.

DS Arnott.

Corbett relayed Intel
on a laptop being used

to communicate with
the higher levels of the OCG.

Most likely the laptop
accessed mobile data services

via an encrypted dongle.

Unfortunately, that means we
can't access the conversations.

Inquiries to service providers
covering that location

led to a mobile data account
at Kingsgate Printing Services.

We've analysed the account
using various tools

and been able to access
the metadata.

Tracing the communication
between the device

at Kingsgate Printing Services
reveals another user

with internet protocol address
located in Spain.

That doesn't necessarily mean
the user's in Spain.

Correct. The user could have
concealed their true location,

connecting via multiple VPNs.

They may be in Spain or next door.

There's no way of knowing.

Have you harvested enough
information for us

to impersonate
the unknown user online?

Yes, given time, we can simulate
all the metadata.

We'd need to formulate some
characteristic statements

so users on the other end don't
think it's an impersonation.

This would all take a few days.

- Do it.
- Yes, ma'am.

How's she doing, Ted?

Anything I can do, anything.

Thank you, ma'am.

- We sent some flowers.
- Hospitals don't allow flowers.

Infection control.

Oh.

Still, it's a very generous
thought, ma'am.

We're very grateful.

Poor woman.

At her age.

I hate to turn the conversation
back to operational concerns

- at a time like this...
- Not at all, ma'am.

50 million quid's worth
of Seized Goods

stolen from a police facility

that was supposed to be
under AC-12's surveillance.

Yes, but we did succeed
in apprehending

the senior officer
who was in cahoots

with the organised crime group.

The head of Serious Crime,
no less,

and we will round up
his accomplices -

Corbett included - believe you me.

There's now a personal dimension
to your inquiry,

following the assault
on your wife.

Indeed, ma'am, but Serious Crime
are handling that investigation.

I am taking no part.

The reason they did it, ma'am,
was to pull me away

from the bigger inquiry.

I would ask you not to give them
the satisfaction.

But it's only natural
people will question

how it affects your judgment.

I can vouch for Superintendent
Hastings' personal integrity.

He won't mind my saying...

no one's a bigger stickler
for regulations.

He's still the best man
for the job.

Fine.

But let me put this
as plainly as possible.

Last chance, Ted.

Clear?

Completely, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you.

We need to cancel those flowers.

I'm veering towards muffins.

Ted?

Oh, look. Thanks for
backing me up in there, yeah?

Well, what are friends for?

Oh, Gill, I can't,
I can't, I can't.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

My wife was attacked exactly
the same time as I was with you.

I mean, if that's not a sign,
I don't know what is.

Ted?

I'm sorry, I haven't had a
chance to look through anything

and my wife's in hospital so...

I'm sorry to hear.

Listen, I won't take up
any more of your time.

Just a little more background
on the proposal.

- All right.
- Just when you get a moment.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

You all right, Terry, mate?
How you doing?

We're best mates,
aren't we, Terry?

Then how come you
never warned us

about the coppers
breaking into our print shop?

I was er... scared.

That's why I'm your best mate,
Terry - to protect you.

Sorry, Ryan.

Beer's in the fridge.

Terry, maybe you could help us
by describing

any of the police
that raided the print shop?

I... er... don't... remember.

Sorry.

I forget things.

- No beers in fridge.
- Freezer, then.

Sorry, mate.
There was a fly on you.

Christ, I forgot.
How long's she been there?

At least Terry ain't mistook
her for a leg of lamb.

Little sheep.

Who was in charge of the police?
Can you remember that?

Er... no.

I...

I forget things.

Yeah.

You said.

That's why I take photos.

Where are they?

This is the copper
we've seen before?

Yes.

Works for the same outfit
as Maneet Bindra.

Yeah.

They've been onto us
since well before

we put Hargreaves
on the Eastfield job.

We never told Hargreaves
about the print shop.

The leak came from
somewhere else.

We've got a rat.

You risk your life
trying to nick bent coppers,

you make a deal with a fella
that's after the things you are.

You don't expect the lying
bastard to start laying traps.

What you on about, John?

I saw the new camera
and the targeted surveillance.

Following a recent incident,
we stepped up security

on all AC-12 staff
and their families.

Any idea what incident
I might be referring to?

You're Anti-Corruption.

You haven't got the budget
for that level of protection.

Never kid a kidder, son.

There was an assault
on Roisin Hastings.

Superintendent Hastings' wife.

Someone impersonated me
with a forged warrant card.

You're a forger.

They wore a balaclava.
The OCG wear balaclavas.

You should caution me
before you ask me them things.

Well, come into AC-12,
we'll go on the record.

One day I will.

The day I've got enough evidence

to put the top brass
bang to rights.

By assaulting their wives?

Did the OCG do it, yes or no?

To put the frighteners
on Hastings?

No comment.

Right, listen carefully.

This is why I came round
to yours tonight.

Some questions, Mrs. Hastings.

There's gonna be a bit of
suffering on your part.

Sorry about that
but it can't be helped.

I don't know what you want!

I can't help you!

Oh, my God!

Oh, no! No, no, no!

Superintendent Hastings
not at home this evening?

No. No, no!

Ted hasn't lived here
for a while.

Right, everybody out.
Out, please.

Give it to your gaffer.

He's got his missus well trained.

Or should I say ex-missus?

Is that your voice
on the recording?

Did you carry out the assault?

No comment.

And there's more.
It gets interesting.

...er... money.

Our life savings.

More.

Invested it in
some crackpot scheme.

I've told you now.

Now stop. Please stop.

Let me go!

Believe me, it could
be worse. Ask your husband.

Back to these money problems.

When was it your husband
got into debt?

No...!

Five years.

You get the idea.

Mrs. H wasn't too keen to hear

your gaffer's been spreading
a pack of lies for years,

kidding on
he was still happily married.

Well, the Gaffer doesn't want us
all knowing his private affairs.

Private affairs? He's bang
up to his eyes in debt!

This came up ages ago.
It was all sorted.

That's what he wants
everyone to think.

Except they've sold up
to make ends meet.

- They've got him by the balls.
- Who has?

Look, you know how the OCG works.

Hargreaves was a perv
into young girls.

Hastings is drowning in debt.

That doesn't make him bent.

Look, open your eyes, will you?

You of all people should know
the damage bent coppers do.

They don't care who they use,

- who they hurt...
- John!

...what they do
to people's families.

John!

There were other ways you could
have got this information.

Why the assault on his wife?

Why the injuries to her wrists,
knees and ankles?

No.

No, it's not gonna come from me.

Then it'll just be wrote off
as a lie, same as it always was.

No, it's gotta come from him.

All right.

I think it's best we discuss
this between ourselves.

I dismissed everyone.
They didn't hear much.

I did the same at mine.

Look, the Gaffer's always been
a very private bloke.

He's kept his marriage problems
to himself,

out of embarrassment,
shame, whatever.

If we need a reason
not to tell the Gaffer,

Corbett never actually admitted
assaulting Roisin.

And he didn't offer any evidence
to back up his allegations.

Corbett's talked bollocks before.

If the Gaffer was having such
massive money problems,

it would have been picked up
by Developed Vetting.

Unless he's found
a way of hiding it.

He's done his 30 years.

He could sail off
into the sunset on his pension.

We just found out
his marriage broke up.

There's all kinds of reasons
that he might want to stay on.

Maybe he feels
he's got a job to finish.

And what if we're wrong, Kate?

The assault on Roisin might be
a reminder from the OCG

that they've got the Gaffer
in their pocket.

Corbett's Northern Irish accent
was no amateur.

He sounded like a native.

Hastings had a chance to tell us
what this is all about

and he hasn't said a word,
not one.

How's it gonna look for us,
Anti-Corruption officers,

if we've served a bent boss?

He could take us off the case.

No way I'm authorising us
digging into the Gaffer's past.

But no one'll raise an eyebrow
if we look into Corbett's.

True.

Mrs. Corbett, we're seeking
information on John's past

which may be significant
to our inquiry.

What kind of information?

Does your husband have any
connection to Northern Ireland?

Like what?

To your knowledge,
did John ever serve with

the Royal Ulster Constabulary,
as it was called until 2001,

or the Police Service
of Northern Ireland?

I don't think so.

Or ever lived over there?
Any family connections?

This is John to a tee, this is.

Lying bastard's always said
he was Liverpool born and bred.

We'd appreciate it if you could
provide us with some documents.

Your husband's driving licence,
birth certificate.

John'd have them.

Do you have a marriage
certificate, by any chance?

We got wed all right,
and there's not a day goes by

where it ain't the biggest
mistake I ever made.

Could you find that
for us, please?

We're happy to wait.

The marriage certificate
checks out as genuine.

John Corbett was the name
he was using at the time.

Still no link to Northern Ireland.

Just to let you know,
the surveillance

on Corbett's wife's home
went live tonight.

We're monitoring her movements
and any phone numbers she uses.

- So far, nothing suspicious.
- Cheers, Tatleen.

Ryan, stay here, watch the car.

Here's the keys.

They're coming now. So when
they get here, pay attention.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Like celebrities, innit?

Love Island.

No disrespect.

Great Train Robbery...

or whatever.

We just want to talk business,
mate.

Definitely.
When things have calmed down.

What you've got
is too hot right now.

We've come here
and you're wasting our time.

- Idiot!
- You're wrong.

There's still a way
we can help each other out.

And what way's that?

Heard you lost your pop-up
on the Bog, innit.

No good for livestock no more.

We've still got our supply lines.

But you got no place to work 'em.

Maybe we can work something out.

We're fine, covered.

You wanna save face.

I get it.

But this ain't face,
this is just business.

Everybody wins.

No, we're not interested.

John.

Business is business.

See?

I knew you was the brains.

Yeah, let's talk.

So... how many girls?

- Six to ten.
- Right.

What happened?

The Eastfield job,
that's what happened.

Get in, lads. Give us a minute.

Look, I get it, OK? I screwed up.

The Eastfield goods are too hot.

But the brothel got raided,

so maybe we should avoid
the livestock trade.

Look, I'm not a fan either.

But, as I said,
business is business.

Like it or not,
this is what we do.

And do you?

Do I what?

Like it.

Don't ask yourself that.

It don't lead anywhere helpful.

I'm in, that's all.

No matter what?

I just do what's expected.

Them two shagging or what?

- How should I know?
- Mm.

No, what matters
is the Eastfield job.

We've got to pull together
to make it pay off.

- 'We'?
- You've got to go to the top.

Only the top man can get enough
coppers looking the other way

so we can move the goods on.

I've already set up a meet.

Nice one, Lise.
That's just what we need.

John?

Yeah, it's me, Steph.
I'm OK, love, I'm safe.

Thank God.
I've been worried sick.

John, they was here again,
them two from Anti-Corruption.

Eh?

I wanted to call you straight
after but I knew I shouldn't.

That's all right, you...
you did the right thing.

What did they want?

It's scary, John.

They was asking about
Northern Ireland and that.

They was even asking
about family over there.

Did they know anything?

Anything about my mum or anything?

- No, nothing.
- So what did you say?

You know I'd never say nothing.

No, it's all right.
No, I know you wouldn't.

What's this all about?

Do they know about Anne-Marie?

No, you know
I can't talk about the job.

John, what's wrong?

John?

No, I'm j...

I'm just missing you and
the girls loads, that's all.

We 're missing you loads an' all.

I can't wait for this job to be
done and I can come home.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Right...

So... what have we got?

We've had a breakthrough
by our cybercrime team.

Corbett's been communicating
with the organised crime group

- via a computer link.
- Great.

- Have we traced it?
- Not conclusively,

but we're aiming to be
in a position to simulate it

so we can exploit Corbett's
desire to fence the goods

- by luring him to a meeting.
- Good.

We've got surveillance in place

at Corbett's family home
on Merseyside.

Last night, an incoming call
was made by a burner phone

that we've triangulated to
premises in the Edge Park area,

a development of apartments -
one may be Corbett's residence.

Great. We've got his location.
We've got him.

Sir, Corbett's crossed a line,
nobody's arguing he hasn't.

But he's our best chance

of apprehending
other corrupt officers.

Corbett's convinced he's
in contact with the top man.

Well, that's as may be, son,

but we cannot have him out
there for another day longer.

What if he commits another crime?

What if - God forbid -
he takes another life?

Sir, there is
a threat-to-life risk

if Corbett won't come quietly.

Well, that's his lookout.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

Sir.

I'll do everything I can

to make him
give himself up peacefully.

No, no, son.

You hang on to that.
We're not gonna take any chances here.

Sir.

It won't come to that.

Sierra Zulu 2-5.

Contact. Standing by
for confirmation of ID.

Received, 2-5.

TFC, visual.

Confirming target ID.

Heading west on Harnest Street.

TFC. Do you copy, 6-4?

6-4. Standing by.

TFC. 4-5, clear to approach.

4-5. Received.

John.

Well...

Guess I underestimated
your powers of detection.

You know why I'm here, mate.

Let's bring an end
to this whole thing.

- Listen to me, John.
- No, you listen to me.

It's on for today. The top man.

I'm meeting him.

Look, this is it, Steve -

the bent copper
pulling the strings.

And not just the top man.

Lisa McQueen, she's gonna turn,
I'm sure of it.

And she's got contacts
going back years -

the whole organisation.

You nick me now and we'll never
get this chance again.

4-5, this is 1-0.
Apprehend the subject...

right now!

Where's the meeting taking place?

No. No way. I know your game.

I tell, and this
gets taken out my hands.

And you know why
I can't let that happen.

This corrupt network
goes right to the top

and today I'll prove
how close to home.

Come and work with us
not against us.

Is that the best you can say?
I assaulted your gaffer's wife.

He'll make sure I go down.
There's no two ways about it.

Mother of God.

Let's work together, John.
We want the same thing.

I believe you, mate,
I honestly do.

But only one of us is prepared
to go the distance on this job.

You've got blind loyalty
which stops you seeing

what's plain as day -
the person this trail leads to.

1-0. 4-5, apprehend
the subject at once.

Sir, is it not worth letting
this play out another 24 hours?

Look, Kate, we do not
trust Corbett one inch.

He's already battered
a defenceless woman

in her own home.
For Christ's sake, Kate!

- What are you waiting for?
- Sir. TFC.

4-5, arrest the subject.

DS Arnott, you are in receipt
of a lawful order

from a commanding officer
and you will carry it out.

John, I need you
to accompany me to AC-12.

You need you to back off
and let me finish this job.

DS John Corbett,
you're under arrest.

Snipers, maintain cover.

6-4, prepare to move forward.

Yeah, sure I am.

John...

John!

7-5. Target blocked,
no visual on subject.

4-5, 1-0. Active message.
Critical shot blocked.

Put the gun down.

John, put the gun down.

1-0 to 4-5.
The order is Fahrenheit.

Sir, we'll lose
all of Corbett's Intel.

Lethal force is authorised

when there's
an immediate threat to life.

We know that Corbett is
a cold-blooded killer.

- The order is Fahrenheit.
- Give yourself up, mate.

Repeat - the order is Fahrenheit.

Give yourself up!

You shoot me...
and the truth never comes out.

What kind of copper are you, eh?

One who cares about orders,
or one who cares about justice?

You wearing a wire?

Yeah.

Take it out.

And I'll tell you the where
and when for this meeting.

Steve, do not comply.
That's an order.

What the hell is he playing at?

- Shit!
- The wee gobshite.

Get the AFOs down there
on the double!

Sir. 6-4, move in urgently.

The Palisades -
the shopping centre.

This afternoon, four o'clock.

Be careful who you tell.

Because if it doesn't happen,
you know you've got a leak.

Thanks, mate.

6-4. Not yet visual with target.

- ETA ten seconds.
- TFC. Received.

Where is he?

Christ! Shit.

Where'd he go?

A search of the location
detected

a service door in the passageway

where the target
was last observed.

The service corridor leads to
an underground car park.

CCTV captured the subject
making his escape

via the underground car park.

There's a locked service door

which opens onto the far side
of the apartment block,

which we didn't have covered.

By the time my team got round
the back, he was long gone.

- I'm very sorry, sir.
- OK, thank you, Kyle.

Sir.

As a UCO, he will have identified

all the escape routes
at his residence.

The service door was locked.

Probably he found a means
of acquiring the key codes.

Yeah.

On the plus side, sir,

we have been able to identify
Corbett's apartment.

Search team and forensics
have been deployed.

Good.

I think I've let him stew
long enough, don't you?

Sir, I'd appreciate your guidance

on my report for the SFC.

Your Fahrenheit order
was irregular.

Now, listen.

The SFC authorised
the use of firearms

for this morning's operation.

The suspect was
a known armed criminal

with a history of violence

who was an immediate and
credible threat to the public.

Therefore,
lethal force is justified

according to Common Law Section 3

of the Criminal Law Act of 1967

and Section 117

of the Police and Criminal
Evidence Act of 1984.

Now, are we're done dotting the
I's and crossing the T's here?

Sir.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah. I am fine, Kate. Fine.

It's just...
now Corbett's confessed

- to assaulting your wife...
- Look, the guy is responsible

for killing five police officers,

Maneet Bindra being one of them.

This is the monster
we're dealing with,

for Christ's sake, Kate.

Remain standing.

Sir, can we do this
somewhere more private?

Absolutely not.

I'll hear your report.

My operational assessment was

that Corbett had
high-value intelligence

which overrode
the necessity for arrest.

My order was clear and lawful.

I'm not an assassin.

If loss of life can be avoided,
it should be avoided.

And with respect, sir,

I'd dispute the lawfulness
of your order.

You'd just learned Corbett
was responsible

for an vicious
attack on your wife.

What was the intelligence
that Corbett divulged?

Was that intelligence relating
to the senior police officer

complicit with the OCG?
Am I right?

Or person, or persons,

who were at the end of
that computer link, yes?

Yes?

- Yes.
- So what was the intelligence?

Corbett advised me
to limit my disclosure

as he fears there may be a leak.

Well, I am looking
round this room, son,

and I can only see me and you,

so I do not know where
this leak is gonna come from!

You're skating on thin ice
with me, DS Arnott...

...wafer thin.

So, what was
the bloody intelligence, son?

A meeting at 4pm today between
the OCG and the top man.

Palisades Shopping Mall.

Thank you.

As you were.

What's the time?

Oh, he hasn't shown up.

For Christ's sake!

Corbett's leaving.

Looks like
it's gonna be a no-show.

Shit.

3-7, 6-4. Priority message.

3-7.

Ma'am, we believe
the suspects are armed.

I'm concerned
about the risk assessment

re: threat to members of
the public if we go in.

Stand by.
We can't risk it.

3-7. 6-4,
risk assessment negative.

Do not approach.
Repeat, do not approach.

Received.

Shit.

Sierra Zulu 3-5.

Stand down.

Stand down.

- How'd it go?
- Don't ask.

Yeah.

Sit rep from the Palisades
surveillance, sir.

- They say H is a no-show.
- Damn.

- Any arrests?
- No.

They reported too many members
of the public at risk.

- Christ's sake!
- Sorry, sir.

Lee Banks?

- Who the hell are you?
- Superintendent Hastings.

My department, we're the ones
who put you inside.

I ain't saying a word
to this bastard.

Sit down, fella.

This bastard's got a thing
or two to say to you.

Trust me...
you'll be glad you did.

- Sarge.
- Yeah?

Forensics were able to detect
DNA and fingerprints

at Corbett's apartment.

Great.

Boss. We've got Corbett's prints.

As you've both deduced, like
everyone joining the police,

Corbett provided
elimination prints

to exclude
crime scene contamination.

These haven't been erased
from the IDENT1 system,

which gives us access to
identity records he submitted

when he first joined the force
in 1999.

'John Corbett'
was the name he was given

when he was adopted by
the Corbett family in 1989,

at the age of ten.

His adoptive mother's
maiden name was McGillis.

I believe she was
a close relative,

as Corbett's birth name
was John McGillis.

He was born in Belfast.

His father was
Anthony Patrick McGillis,

deceased 1984,

and his mother Anne-Marie McGillis,
deceased 1989.

Hence Corbett's move
to Liverpool and the adoption.

Good work.

This is completely confidential.

You don't discuss with anybody
except myself and DS Arnott.

Find out as much as you can
on the McGillis family,

- however long it takes.
- Ma'am.

We've got contact.

It doesn't normally
happen this way.

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying let's be careful.

Things are getting um... strained.

We're both here now.

- Can you hear us?
- It's him. It's Corbett.

Is that why you didn't make
the meeting?

Did you get a tip-off?

Are you going to acknowledge
that the meeting was arranged?

It's one of the pre-composed
responses we've constructed

to convince them they're
talking to the right person.

Yeah. OK. Come on. Get up.

That's it. Up.
Up, up. Thank you.

You're making a meal of this.

We all know what Corbett wants.

So let's just cut to the chase,
shall we?

Sir, are you sure?

Yeah, definitely.

Are you proposing a plan?

Ah... Yep.

Well, that'd be great
if it's possible.

OK.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

- OK, ladies.
- Why are we stopping?

We need to stop here to make
sure everyone's documents

are in order
for the Employment Agency

before we carry on to the hostel.

Sorry it's not nice,

but we won't be here
for very long.

- Miroslav will look after you.
- This way, please, ladies.

This way, please.

Thank you.

Hold there, please.

One second.
OK, follow me, please, ladies.

This way.

Come on. Keep Moving.

Won't be long.

Come on.
This way, please. Hurry up.

You know we don't have to stay.

We're the ones who made the deal.

It'll look suspicious
if we ain't here for the trade.

OK, down here, please.
Come on, this way, please.

- No!
- Get them in! Get them in!

- Get them in there!
- Do as you're told!

- In!
- Do as you're told!

- Lisa, let's go.
- There's no way out.

- There is a way.
- Get that bitch in here!

- Get in the room!
- No!

- Not from people like this.
- Shut up!

Lisa, I can help.

We can go together.
You just have to trust me.

I trust you.

So, Ryan, this is how you spend
your student loan, huh?

Come on, let's see your cards.

Hey, John.
Come over here. Join us.

- I want to win your money too.
- You're all right, mate.

You're a smart guy, John.
Not like these other mugs, huh?

It'll be fine. It'll be fine.
Not long till the trade.

Help!

You've tried
talking sense to them.

Now it's time
to do things our way.

- I've got this.
- Take.

I got this pistol.

- Ryan.
- Chill, Lise.

Shut up!

- Take your clothes off!
- No!

Do as you're told!

OK. So...

All right. Deal me in.

Hey, now we're playing poker.

Take it all off!

- Bend Over!
- Leave her alone!

Two.

Leave her alone!

No, no!

OK.

Everyone stay calm.

You two, over there.

Move!

I'm gonna let the girls go.

What are you talking about?

They're not girls.
They're livestock.

We're here to make a trade.

I'm gonna let them go...
and you're gonna let me.

John, let's talk about this...

Lisa, get the door.

Ahh.

Shut your mouth!

'Once upon a time
there was a little chicken

called Chicken Licken
who went to the woods,

where an acorn fell upon
her poor bald pate,

and she thought the sky
had fallen.'

You're a rat, John.

A rat.

'I will take you to see the king, '
said Fox Lox.

But Fox Lox took Chicken Licken
and ate her all up,

and Chicken Licken
never did see the king

and tell him the sky had fallen.

- Good work, Ryan.
- Nice one.

Let's get this mess cleaned up
before we trade the livestock.

Mummy loves you.

Daddy loves you.