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WOMAN: Units en route.

Flat 56, Regal Court.

MAN: Silver Command, copy.

[Radio static]

WOMAN: Bronze Command same,

Southern 156?

Southern 1 56, copy.

WOMAN: Forward units on foot.

SERGEANT: Southern 156, copy.

MAN 2: I have Alpha team coming in low,

Bravo team high.

SERGEANT: Southern 156, copy that.

Bravo overlooking, moving into position.

MAN: Waiting on Gold. Order imminent.

Southern 1 56 standing by.

Bravo seconds away.

MAN: Alpha, sit rep.

We're in, going up.

Alpha in the building.

ETA less than a minute. We need a decision.

Southern 1 56,

still waiting on the order.

Fifth floor.

Southern 1 56,

Bravo, are you visual?

Negative.

Where's that bloody order?!

MAN: Southern 156, Gold has signed off

on Health and Safety.

We need you to complete the Risk Assessment.

We need that paperwork.

It's done.

Fahrenheit.

Could you repeat Fahrenheit?

Fahrenheit.

What the hell, where's the...

SERGEANT: Just go.

Flat 56. Flat 56.

Go, go, go!

He's armed.

[Baby cries]

All units, shots fired!

Shots fired!

[Baby crying]

[Screaming]

Get down!

Don't move!

Jesus Christ! There's no bomb, Col!

There's no bloody bomb!

[Crying continues]

It's all right.

With me, now!

[Door smashes]

It's clear, Sarge.

[Siren wailing]

Come on.

[Baby crying]

You got to the flat.

You shouted, "Armed police."

You heard something going on inside, a struggle,

a fight, or something.

Southern 1 56 gave you the order to go in.

The suspect's there, he's acting aggressive.

You shout, "Surrender, armed police."

The suspect doesn't comply.

He comes for you.

You've got no choice.

MAN: I've got kids of my own, sir.

If I could do anything different --

I want those statements copper-plated by noon.

Got it?

ALL: Yes, sir.

[Reporters shouting questions]

I take pride in the courage and professionalism

of my counter-terrorism officers.

To say any more risks prejudicing the inquest.

Thank you.

[Shouting questions]

WOMAN: When Karim Ali came to this country,

he told his wife that here it would be different.

The police don't break into your house

and hurt innocent people.

He told her that in England, the police are good men.

[Reporters shouting]

MAN: This is a complex and emotive case.

Following depositions from legal representatives,

I grant a period of six weeks

to gather all relevant evidence and statements.

This inquest is hereby adjourned.

MAN: All rise for Her Majesty's Coroner.

What the bloody hell is this?

They misread the number on the door.

They mistook a baby sling for a bomb harness.

I ordered a statement corroborating

that the firearms squad observed threatening behavior.

Surveillance watched the flat for two weeks,

then we got scrambled with an hour's notice.

The op was well planned and executed.

It was a runaway train.

Admit our mistake,

apologize, and get on with the job

of finding the actual terrorists.

You pointing the finger at your own?

It took guts for our blokes to go in there

thinking a suicide bomber was going to blow them to pieces.

Then write the same bloody statement they did.

An innocent man was killed, sir.

I won't lie.

You passed on the order.

Where were your reservations when it mattered?

You're finished.

You passed on the order.

[Crying]

Where were your reservations when it mattered?

You're finished.

Is it Stephen or Steve?

Steve.

Thanks for accepting the offer, Steve.

Welcome to Anti-Corruption.

As you can see,

we've got a number of active investigations at present.

STEVE: Why are there empty desks?

You should look on this as a promotion, Steve.

If you want to get anywhere in the job these days,

Anti-Corruption's a big tick on the old CV.

This will be good for me.

That's the ticket.

Your shooting...

have you any idea how many people

have died as a direct result

of police action in the last 1 0 years, Steve?

No, I don't.

Well, as with all firearms incidents,

it's gone upstairs to the lPCC.

But Karim Ali,

the man who was accidentally killed,

he's an illegal immigrant.

So is his missus.

It wasn't your fault, son.

A clean break. Pastures new.

Come on.

I've a very special case for you.

[Telephone ringing]

WOMAN: Hello.

Hey, it's me.

I'm on my way.

I will be there in...

five minutes, I promise.

WOMAN: Okay.

Whoa.

Plod.

Better make that 1 0.

[Chuckles]

I brought my business trip forward to today.

-I'm sorry about tonight. -No.

-It's your night. -Ha.

Only the most glamorous night of the year.

Yeah, hardly.

What are you going to do to make it up to me?

Fancy a bacon bap?

[Both chuckle]

Next, you'll be trying to get me

on the back seat of your Ford Capri.

Man, those were the days, eh?

God, I miss that car.

[Smacks leg]

[Chuckles]

I'll call you if I get back before it's too late.

Okay.

I think...

we could just dash back to yours

before you have to go.

-[Woman screams] -MAN: Shut up!

WOMAN: My baby! Get away!

Tony!

WOMAN: Help! Help!

MAN: Shut up!

Hey, hey!

[Grunting]

You okay, darling?

You okay?

Stay there!

-ls the baby okay? -Yeah.

The police are coming.

They're already here.

On the house.

Thank you.

MAN: Officer of the year

Detective Chief lnspector Anthony Gates.

[Applause]

Tony Gates returns the best crime figures in the job.

No one's that good.

What's his secret, Steve?

[Cheering]

MAN: He'll be after your job next, Derek.

-Or yours, sir! -Oh, I don't think so.

I think I've reached my level, sir.

Any higher and I'll actually have to

read those Home Office e-mails, eh?

[Laughter]

Would you excuse me, please?

Sir.

[Mobile buzzing]

Jackie.

Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.

What's going on?

Oh, Tony, thank God.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry I've ruined your night,

I'm really sorry...

Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no.

We are going to be calm and clear-headed

and then maybe I'll be able to help you.

[Sobbing quietly]

As soon as we agreed the deal,

someone cracked open a bottle of champagne.

Okay, how much did you have?

We went on to a wine bar.

Oh, Christ, Jackie.

[Sobs]

I've been a bloody idiot.

Just tell me what happened.

I hit something.

What?

Well, the road was dark,

I don't know,

I thought it was a sign or a bollard or something.

Jackie...

what did you hit?

A dog.

A -- a dog?

Yeah.

You'll be fine.

People round here, they report everything.

What if someone saw my car? I'm known.

You're overreacting, that's all.

I was drinking all night.

The bar staff, they saw what I was putting away.

Where's your car?

Tony...

I've already got a conviction for drink driving.

One more and I go to prison.

Where's your car?

I called you,

and you didn't answer.

Jackie!

I reported it stolen.

It's an 80-grand motor with an immobilizer, Jackie.

They'd need the keys.

-Where are the keys? -I'm sorry, I panicked.

-Where are the keys?! -Okay, oh!

I don't know.

Here.

Okay.

What are you going to do?

Thank you.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

That's okay.

How'd it go?

It was brilliant.

I'm so proud of you.

[Horns honking]

Mr. Butterfield,

I'm Detective Constable Kate Fleming, Central ClD.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

First, let me say

how bad I feel for what's happened to you.

It must have been a very frightening experience.

How are you feeling?

Well, l...

I just want something done.

It would help us empathize

with your experience, sir, if we heard it firsthand.

BUTTERFlELD: What?

Well, I came in today because I thought you'd

made some progress.

I'm sorry, Mr. Butterfield,

but unless we have hard physical evidence that leads us

to an offender, it's very difficult --

Well, I've been burgled three times

this year already.

Every time, it's someone new,

who's been given the file and who wants to "empathize"

all over again.

[Mutters in disgust]

Mr. Butterfield,

just wait.

If you can just take my number,

you can call me day or night.

Let's see what we can do to get them this time.

Yeah. Thank you.

[Door opens]

[Knock on door]

[Knock on door]

DC Kate Fleming to see you, sir.

Thank you.

[Door closes]

You wanted to see me, sir?

Uh, there's a crime number,

DCl Gates' double-arrest

outside a cafe in Kingsgate.

Yeah, I processed the arrests, sir.

"Robbery, assault with weapon with intent to rob,

possession of prohibited weapon,

resisting arrest, all times two."

Yes, sir.

Two offenders,

but only one knife.

You see my point, Kate?

They didn't both use a knife.

There was an opportunity here with one of the offenders

to miss out the knife altogether.

Well, I took the view they were both involved, sir.

Divisional commanders are on notice

to reduce knife crime.

They say Hillside Lane have already achieved 5%.

Do you want me to re-crime it, sir?

It's not my policy

to intercede in individual offenses.

Now, ClD has an unacceptable detection rate.

Your case this morning is a prime example.

Multiple domestic burglaries?

We pursue two out of three reported crimes.

We down-process anything

that won't quickly lead to an offender.

Are you ordering me

to put it on the back burner?

You're not the new girl anymore, Kate.

Thank you, sir.

MAN: Officer of the Year

isn't good enough for the boss.

He's after the middleweight title.

Oh, I heard they gave you more than a free breakfast.

[Moaning]

Steady there, son.

-Ta, Deepak. -Down here, mate.

Right, cheers, mate.

Right, ABH.

Alcoholic lP...

Unh-unh!

Oh, can't remember a thing about the offender

except he might've been called Pete.

Brilliant.

No other witnesses.

Twist.

Uh, car-jacking.

CCTV showing registration plates,

reliable witnesses.

That's aggravated vehicle-taking,

going equipped to steal,

causing danger to other road users,

criminal damage, affray,

and putting people in fear of violence.

-Full house, boss. -Nice one.

-Stick. -Uh, yeah.

DOA... found early this morning

by dog-walker, side of the road.

Bound to be a hit and run.

Turf it to Traffic, boss?

GATES: Yeah, well, where was the body found?

Uh, Edge Park.

Back road off Millionaires' Row.

Twist it.

Is that it?

Yeah, for now.

Okay.

WOMAN: There was a Range Rover abandoned in a lay-by

about half a mile down the road.

The owner reported it stolen last night.

Signs at the property suggest

they put a rod through the window

to fish up the keys.

Witnesses?

CCTV?

Not a dicky-bird, sir.

Just this woman walking her dog.

What about the DOA?

No l.D. on his body.

Any reason for the interest, sir?

We just got a tip-off that it might be connected

to one of our investigations.

JACKlE: What's wrong? What is it?

You didn't kill a dog, Jackie.

You killed a man.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

You just go to the police.

You tell 'em exactly what you told me.

-No, Tony, I can't. -Oh, yes, you bloody can.

Jackie, a man is dead, and that is a big problem,

but trying to cover it up is an even bigger one.

Do you understand me?

-Jackie, have you got it? -Yes, yes!

Okay, so you tell the fewest lies possible.

You say that you panicked,

but now you want to come clean.

You got it? Jackie, have you got it?

Okay.

Don't call me, and don't bottle it.

I've put the case where I can keep an eye on it.

So, yeah, should be good --

[Mobile ringing]

Hang on.

Just give me a second, Steve, all right?

Hello, yeah...

[Beeps]

You all right?

DS Arnott.

Can I help you?

Uh, we're here to see DCl Gates...

Kate.

Okay. Um, have you been posted?

You could say that.

Well, welcome to the Alamo.

Thank you very much.

FLEMlNG: They said they were getting this fixed.

ARNOTT: Oh.

Sorry about that, Steve.

Oh, no problem.

Are you with AC-1 2?

Yeah.

Hmm.

[Telephone ringing]

-Sir. -Sir.

[Ringing continues]

Sir?

AC-1 2 are in the building.

Hastings and some snot-nosed DS.

Has a complaint been made against one of my squad?

I'm afraid it's you personally, Tony.

Huh.

Any idea why?

No, none at all, sir.

We'll call you in.

Thank you, sir.

Can I get someone to bring you a tea or coffee, sir?

GATES: No, thank you.

I'm fine.

DCl Gates, Superintendent Hastings --

Iike the battle.

I know who you are, sir.

[Chuckles]

And this is DS Steve Arnott.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Likewise.

GATES: I recognize and respect the importance of your mission,

and I'm very happy to help you in any way I can.

HASTlNGS: Well, now, that's very reassuring.

Can I call you Tony?

Whatever you feel most comfortable with, sir.

Maybe I should call you Officer of the Year, eh?

[Chuckles]

Shall we make a start?

Yes, please.

AC-1 2 interview.

Present -- Superintendent Hastings,

DS Arnott, and DCl Gates.

Detective Chief lnspector Gates,

we have received an allegation

that you received a gratuity

in respect of one free breakfast

from the Sunflower Cafe in St. Anne's Place,

in the Kingsgate.

Now, whilst receiving a gratuity

is not in itself a breach,

failure to declare a said gratuity is a breach

of the police officer's code of conduct

as laid down by the Home Office guidelines.

And so, therefore,

I am serving you...

with the yellow notice.

And that's it?

Yes, that's it.

In which case, um...

I decline to make any written or oral statement,

but I acknowledge the receipt of the yellow notice,

and I inform the investigating officer

that I will respond within the regulation 1 0 working days.

Interview terminated.

This is coming from the muggers, isn't it?

Ugh.

Those toe-rags.

They know every trick in the book.

Ah, well,

we have to go through the motions, Tony, you know.

It's not your fault, sir.

[Hastings chuckles]

He's an arrogant so-and-so, isn't he?

I mean, a player like Gates,

he knows it's against rules and regulations

not to declare a gratuity,

so what does it say about him that he, you know,

doesn't even bother his arse to fill in the form?

Well, with respect,

what's a free breakfast

got to do with investigating Gates's crime figures?

Well, sooner or later,

he's going to know we're on to him.

This way, he thinks it's just a storm in a teacup.

Or should that be a coffee cup?

I'll give him laughing all over his face at us.

His guard's down.

That's how we're going to get him, Steve.

ARNOTT: There's another possibility.

Yeah?

Gates's figures are for real.

Oh, I see what you're getting at.

You think he's Bob Beamon

and I think he's, what, Ben Johnson?

I mean, admittedly an athlete

does come along once in a while

who breaks the world record by a mile.

And sometimes he's genuinely superhuman,

but I will lay you odds all day long

that more often than not, that guy is a cheat.

ARNOTT: Sir...

DCl Gates appears to be an exemplary officer.

Appears to be.

My point exactly.

Sorry.

Hit and run?

Why us?

Because we've got a big sign over our heads

saying, "ClD, dump your crap here."

We've got 1 0 unsolved burglaries stinking up our figures.

Give the hit and run to the civvy.

She's had the training.

Anyway, I'm out of here.

Gates has been given a written warning

about his team's gender balance.

I'm a shoo-in.

[Sighs]

If you would just like to take a seat, please, Miss Laverty.

[Sighs]

[Beeps]

Hmm.

There we are.

Sorry about that.

You are Jacqueline Laverty,

date of birth 23rd of November, 1 967?

Yeah.

Right person.

That's a good start.

We don't have your occupation listed.

JACKlE: I run my own business.

Laverty Holdings.

You could just put down "self-employed."

I'm sorry,

are you one of the detectives

Iooking into the theft of my car?

Well, I carry out some forms of police work,

but I'm not a police officer.

[Telephone rings]

Cut-backs.

You reported your car stolen at 1 0:06 P M.,

the night before it was found abandoned?

I got back from a business trip around 9:00,

and I later remembered

I'd left something in the car.

When I went to get the keys,

they were gone

and they'd broken part of the window in my front door.

They hooked the keys from the hall table?

You didn't hear anything?

I was in a back room with music playing.

What the hell are you playing at?

The woman seemed so convinced.

She made it impossible to change the story.

You don't change, do you?

You're just always looking after number one.

No, no, no, T ony, no.

Look, I'll fix this.

I will, I'll find a way.

Yeah, like you did today?

JACKlE: I'll take the blame!

I'll go to prison if that's what you want.

HASTlNGS: Not so bad.

This'll cheer you up. [Clears throat]

ARNOTT: Maybe this wasn't the best place to come.

Not at all, not at all.

Young fellow like yourself, new in town.

You get yourself a girlfriend, eh?

Hmm.

I haven't put my big un-PC foot in it, have l?

No. No, I'm straight.

Right.

Two pints of larger, please.

[Door opens]

Hiya.

Good evening.

-Daddy! -Daddy!

Whoa, whoa!

Hey! Wow!

That's a great welcome.

I got an "A" in piano today. Do you want to hear?

Sweetheart, Daddy's just walked in the door.

-Come on! -Okay.

-Hi. -I really don't mind.

Kate.

DS Arnott.

Even in AC we have first names.

Steve.

Right.

We seem to have got off on the wrong foot.

Oh, maybe we should get to know each other better, then,

over a pizza and a glass of Rioja.

Sorry.

Look...

[Sighs]

Tony Gates is the best detective in this city.

He saved a mum from being mugged at knife point

and you lot have stuck him

for forgetting to fill in the right bloody form.

I mean, maybe there's more to you,

but, so far, that's all I've seen.

[Piano tune plays]

Good morning, sir.

Sir! Wait.

Sir, listen.

GATES: I can have a harassment charge thrown down

just like that, son.

ARNOTT: A minute of your time, please.

Some of us have proper work to do.

Look, I can't believe you're stuck on for this.

Hastings gives a toss about you having a free egg and bacon.

I don't.

I just want to make the yellow notice go away

so we can both get on with investigating real crime.

Hastings has got you playing mind games, son.

A few weeks ago, I was running counter-terror ops.

I'm a proper copper,

and I know another when I see one.

And you think you can make Hastings back off?

I can certainly try, sir --

off the record.

Well, that won't be easy, mate,

'cause the man's a zealot.

[Chuckles]

Don't I bloody know it!

Why didn't you log the gratuity, sir?

I forgot.

Yeah, I know it's a crap excuse,

but it's the truth.

Rita, isn't it?

Sir?

I'm DCl Gates.

I know who you are, sir.

There's... a hit and run, Rita.

Oh, yes, sir.

I'm still trying to match the victim

to the missing persons report.

Well, it might connect to something

that my team are looking into.

So if you get anywhere,

you'll come straight to me, won't you,

no one else?

Oh, yes, sir, absolutely.

You're a star, Rita.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

It's not a problem.

I thought you should know I've been looking

back over the arrest reports over the last couple of days.

I've noticed an upsurge

in Class A detections on the Bog.

Thanks for the tip.

It's Fleming, isn't it?

Yeah.

That's good work.

Thanks.

I want to join TO-20, sir.

Anyone with any sense would steer clear right now.

AC-1 2?

You'll piss all over them, sir.

I'm sick of ClD, sir.

We get all the crap that no one else wants.

I'm better than that.

I want to be on the squad.

Join the queue.

Well, check out my CV.

I've got five years.

I've been kicked, punched, spat on, pissed on,

but, my social life aside...

[Chuckles]

Every week it's a new initiative

or a new audit.

I want to work for a unit that actually fights crime.

The big part of the job description is surveillance.

Yeah.

Well, men are going to notice you.

What, and women don't notice you?

Come for a drink this week.

It's not a date.

You're breaking my heart, sir.

It'll just be a good way

for you to get to know the lads a bit.

And...

And then we'll see.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

What the bloody hell was that?

Nothing.

I'm next in line for a squad.

Yeah, if you say so, Leah.

I'm one-quarter Romany.

HASTlNGS: Steve.

The very man.

So...

what can you tell me about T ony Gates?

Well, uh...

Uh, nothing?

Oh, come on, Steve. What can I say?

I'm disappointed.

Sir, I'm committed to Anti-Corruption 100% -

That's what I need to know, son.

Come on.

One of our team has made a breakthrough.

What's going on, sir?

All will be revealed, Steve,

all will be revealed.

Oh!

Alice, what a pleasant surprise.

I'll have to be on me toes today.

You've always been a lovely mover, sir.

Tony, make yourself at home.

I was surprised to be called back so quickly, sir.

I hope it's good news.

AC-1 2 interview with DCl Gates,

Police Federation representation DCl Alice Prior.

I've been authorized to notify you

that we have grounds to widen

our investigation into DCl Gates's

performance of professional duties.

Widen the investigation?

What?!

We have grounds

under Professional Duties and General Conduct.

Specifically the practice of laddering...

which is the amplification, indeed,

the multiplication of charges against an offender --

I know what laddering is, sir.

That's right, Tony, you do.

Here's the yellow notice.

You've got the regulation 1 0 days.

PRlOR: DCl Gates strenuously denies any wrongdoing.

Nevertheless,

he offers the investigation his full cooperation.

Thank you, that's much appreciated.

I'd like to determine the conditions

of Tony's suspension from duty.

Oh, no, no, we're not asking

for a suspension at this particular time.

We don't think he's a threat to his fellow officers

or, indeed, the public in general.

Now, why should the citizens of this country be denied

his selfless service?

Interview terminated.

That's very generous of you, sir.

Looks like you've found your level, Arnott.

PRlOR: Tony, let's not descend to --

Nobody plays me.

Sir.

You never detected the laddering

because you didn't even look.

I recruited you because you took a moral stand

against your colleagues despite the personal cost.

You're a born AC-1 2 officer.

Why don't you just start acting like one?

You've dropped me into an ongoing investigation.

Now, you could test me or you could actually brief me.

Okay.

Tony Gates cherry-picks the crimes

that are easy to solve, then he dumps the rest.

Then he invents a whole series of additional charges

that never make it to the courtroom

but boost his clean-up rates.

Laddering.

That's how Tony Gates got where he is.

He got there 'cause he had to be twice as good as the next bloke.

What, so what are you saying?

To be corrupt, he's got to be twice as bad?

No, sir, victimization of a black officer --

Oh, hang on a second.

Don't you talk to me about victimization.

What are you saying?

Let me tell you something, son.

Me and my best mate,

we went through basic training together, okay.

First year out, they sent us on this particular job --

the two Catholics, are you with me?

We go straight over a pipe bomb.

I end up in intensive care, him they bury.

The Log Book goes missing, nobody says a word.

Don't you talk to me about victimization.

Nobody's blacker than me, son!

GATES: Kate!

Hi, you all right?

I like the look of the recruitment policy, Tony.

GATES: Hey, nothing sexist.

Oh, I'm off, then. Good night.

No, it's just HR will be down on me like a ton of bricks.

Big appointment for me, boys.

Yeah.

-Kate. -Hi.

-DC Morton. -Nige.

-Yeah, all right? -DS Matt Cottan.

-All right. -Hi.

Oh, Dot. Dot.

Oh, okay.

Tone says you want to be with the in-crowd.

The in-crowd?

Where?

Very good.

I just want to work for the best, sir.

Oh, we're off duty now, Kate.

-You can call me -- -Tina.

Call him Tina.

And last...

And definitely least.

-You met Deepak. -Yep.

I'm sorry, Kate, I didn't know whether you wanted

a half or a pint, so I just got you two halves.

[Laughter]

Well, see, you send a boy to do a man's job.

-This is it. -Thanks, Deepak.

You're welcome.

Oh, and I've got something for you here, boss, as well.

There you go!

How about that?

[Laughter]

Now, that is stuck on!

Drink to that.

-Cheers! -Thanks.

Come with me.

We're going to get Gates

with or without you, Steve.

So you can either help us,

or be just another prick who lost his bottle.

It's your choice, son.

[Siren wails distantly]

I didn't know AC-1 2 used undercover officers.

Hence the term.

You're the one that gave us the information

about the laddering.

I'm on the inside at last, Steve.

All this just to bring down Gates?

You know, instead of spending all this time and money

policing the police,

it'd make more sense to assign us to cases

that aren't being investigated.

TO-20's been nicknamed the Big Sexy Crime Unit.

Gates has been awarded the highest budget

three years running.

His squad has the best kit in the station.

Meanwhile, victims of crime miss out on justice

because he only tackles cases that score points.

Who doesn't?

It's the system.

I wouldn't be risking what I'm risking

if I didn't believe Gates was a special case.

I thought Anti-Corruption was about

getting blokes on the take,

the ones in the pockets of the criminals.

You took a stand,

and it put you out on your own.

You're not on your own anymore...

unless you want to be.

[Siren wails nearby]

Kate's been tracking arrests on the Bog.

Over the last month,

there's been a three-fold increase

in the supply and demand

of Class A narcotics.

I've talked to the fifth floor.

We've gotten the go-ahead for a surveillance op.

-We start -- -DCl Gates.

DS Arnott, can I help you?

My car...

That your doing?

You shat on the boss.

Yeah, maybe someone just returned the compliment.

I want to talk to you alone.

Now.

Fire away.

[Laughter]

Pow!

I thought maybe you were clean.

Looks like you're dirty, after all.

You take a shot at the king,

make sure you kill him, son.

MORTON: "Fire away."

That's priceless, boss.

That's MasterCard.

[Laughter]

Which one of you muppets did it?

I'm Spartacus.

No, I'm Spartacus!

[Laughter]

[Hip hop playing]

[Dog barking]

Our old friend Wesley Duke,

with a big fat rucksack

full of crack cocaine.

Now, when you was all tucked up

in your warm beds last night --

You were tucked up with Dot.

He's only jealous.

Dot and me traced the source to this address

in Greek Lane.

Now, Wesley's been small-time,

but this appears to be

a new, large-scale supply he's tapped into.

Next stage would be to pick Wesley up and turn him.

FLEMlNG: And what if he blabs?

We don't want to alert the Greek Lane mob

that we're watching them.

That's a good point.

Let's keep up the surveillance for now, Nige.

See who else comes and goes from this address.

Well done, matey.

Um, let it roll.

-Fleming. -Yeah?

I'm going to talk to the fifth floor,

get them to formally approve your transfer to TO-20.

Oh, thanks, sir.

I won't let you down.

Any news?

No, nothing.

They're not suspicious?

It's been filed as an unexplained hit and run.

That's good, isn't it?

I shouldn't... I shouldn't be here.

But you are.

I have it on good authority

that it was Gates himself who soiled your car.

[Mobile ringing]

Deepak.

MAN: Relief should be there in 10 minutes.

Okay...

Cheers, mate.

Next turn's on the way, Dot.

They're pulling us off for the night.

Pulling us off?

Ah, best thing I got at Hillside Lane

was a pint after work.

Right, come on.

What, shouldn't we wait for the next turn at least?

Come on,

you've had the memo about overtime, Deepak.

They'll be here in 1 0 minutes.

Make a move.

[Starts engine]

Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

Morning, sir.

Let's get the pond life moved much further away,

and they'll soon go back to watching Jeremy kyle.

Yes, sir.

See all these kids,

get them back in school,

unless they're being excluded.

OFFlCER: Can you move back, please.

Move back, please.

Christ's sake, Dot.

How many times, mate?

It was 1 0 minutes,

1 5 tops before the next turn clocked on.

Damned if you do,

damned if you don't in this job.

Morning, boss.

Tone, I don't know what to say, mate...

Later, Dot, all right?

From the blood spatter, both men were alive

when their fingers were amputated.

Looks like whoever killed them

wanted to know something and didn't find out.

The finger amputations are clean.

Each one done with a single stroke.

Most likely...

bolt-cutter.

Dot, I want you to go through the files

back at the station,

see if there's a similar M.O. here

or at any other force's case history.

Right, okay.

Nige, I want entry control front and back,

all the dabs in the downstairs rooms

and, if there's a bathroom upstairs, there, too.

And when forensics have got all their samples,

I want you to go through everything.

Let's find out who these two boys were, please.

Aye-aye, skipper.

Fleming, you do the door-to-door.

You see what I've bloody got to deal with.

We're trying to get a job done here

and some pen pusher bans overtime.

There were 1 5 minutes for someone to break in.

The lads in there are the new kids on the block.

And someone doesn't want them muscling in on their territory.

You not tempted to dump this one on ClD, sir?

No chance.

It's big, it's sexy...

and that makes it mine.

What goes around comes around.

Mr. Butterfield, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

This time I was home when they broke in.

Just give me a minute.

He's going to make a complaint!

Sir, with respect,

you told me to put the case on the back burner.

I told you to prioritize.

This missing persons report

came through from County ClD.

Mr. Gurjit Patel.

Reported missing the day after the hit and run.

Mr. Patel was an accountant for Laverty Holdings.

Laverty Holdings

is owned by Jacqueline Laverty,

the woman whose vehicle was reported stolen.

He was her accountant when --

Thank you, Rita.

My squad is going to be taking over

this case from now on.

And you can leave it to me

to tell County that we've got an l.D.

This is a very sensitive case, Rita,

so I'm going to need to shoot those files over to my computer.

May l?

Yes, sir, of course.

Thank you.

Um,

milk, no sugar would be nice.

Yes, right.

You're a star.