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[Child screams]

Oi!
I'm a policeman!

FLEMlNG:
I've been up all night

weighing up my career
against helping you out.

No, Kate,
that's not what I --

You bastard, sir!

So, you're going to take
all of us down with you?

Are you, sir?

Sorry, what was that about
something going down the drain?

You all right?

GATES: That'll
be your investigation.

GATES:
Our focus shifts completely

to the double murder
on Greek Lane,

and the killing of Wesley Duke.

Tony, you know Dl Buckells

has taken over the Laverty
disappearance?

Yeah.

We're developing her money
laundering as a lead.

If Gates had solved
the triple murder,

he could have shaken off
these allegations.

Now,
he's a dead man walking.

Why keep digging?

He's here.

TOMMY: Do you want her body
being found

with your dirty business
all over her?

Right, uh, Aidan, Kelvin,
I want you to focus

on Jackie's links
to organized crime.

Tina, Richie, we need to expand
the search for the body, yeah?

Whoever we can connect

to that body
is our prime suspect.

Dl Buckells, a word, please?

Now.

Richie? You lot were crap
at the weekend.

[Laughter]

You need a new center-half,
mate. [Laughs]

How's the, um, money laundering
investigation coming?

Still early days, sir.

What do you know about
financial irregularities?

Enough.

Well, it's a very specialized
area, you know?

Nervous about something, sir?

AC-1 2 have been trying
to stick me for weeks, son.

If you think you can do better,
be my guest.

You go after a fellow officer,
you'll see

how those lot feel about you.

My advice is to dump it

on Fraud Squad.

Yeah?

Phone.

Bent bastard.

[Mobile rings]

Hello.

TOMMY: What news?

The money laundering part

of the investigation is being
transferred to the Fraud Squad.

I told you to shut it down!

Hey!
I am being watched.

I can't do that.

Nobody could do that!

I've done the next best thing.

It's a complicated
white-collar crime,

and the offender's missing,
presumed dead.

The CPS won't touch it
with a barge pole.

They better not.
For your sake.

I've held up my side.

I want Jackie's body

and the murder weapon
disposed of now.

Och, away!

Hey!

Hey!

[Grunts]

[Girls laughing]

Glad you could make it.

-Sir, I want to call him.
-I'm winding down the operation.

-Sir, please!
-I had a word with Hilton.

He was willing to sideline Gates
so long as we back off.

But that was
before we lost Steve.

Well, assign another officer.

Haven't got the manpower, Kate.

I'm 10% down already

on me budget
to counter-terrorism.

Why throw good money after bad?

Listen, we've got him for
what we wanted originally --

professional conduct
and general duties.

Laddering?

We don't have him for perverting
the course of justice,

for complicity in murder
and manslaughter.

Listen, his career is over.
Job done. Right?

I've spent months
on this operation, sir.

I'm calling you in, Kate.

No way, sir.

I can nail him myself.

[Knock on door]

Yeah?

You wanted a statement from me.

About the text message

from Jackie Laverty's phone
to DCl Gates' phone.

It's a dead end.

Any other leads?

I know what
you're up to, Fleming.

If DCl Gates wants any of this,
he can put a request

in writing,
via the Chief Super.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

GATES: Yeah?

Dl Buckells might be looking
into Jackie's money laundering.

I know.

Well, I'm worried it might
connect to you, sir.

Well, it doesn't.

Arnott was the problem.

And now he's bottled it,
I can get back to doing my job.

Well, that's great, sir.

Nige, Dot,
back to Greek Lane.

Work to do.

I take it this means
I'm forgiven, Kate?

Not quite, sir.

I reckon you're still short
by a box of Milk Tray.

[Both laugh]

Morning, sir.

So, the search team's
completed operations.

GATES: Fleming, Nige?

What was
the final forensic report

on the chemical residues?

Traces of hydrogen peroxide
in the kitchen,

in areas consistent
with household bleach.

What about those
Arabic books we found?

I'll chase up
the translators, boss.

GATES: Thanks, Nige.

FLEMlNG: Steady, Nige.

So, this is where you are.

Poor bastard's been
in the morgue for weeks.

Three post-mortems.

Wasn't your fault, Steve.

I should have done more to
challenge the Fahrenheit order.

He'd still be alive.

Fleming's still out there,
you know.

She's not given up.

Yeah, well, she can sit
in judgment on Gates.

Who am I to?

Well, that's a matter for
your own conscience, Steve.

All I know is, because of you,

Kate's been
left high and dry.

Boss never bought me choccies.

Yeah, you look more like
a flowers man, Dot.

[Laughter]

How long have
you been married, sir?

How long have
you been married, sir?

Just over 1 0 years.

And Jackie?

Sorry.

No.

It's just not going
to sound very good.

Well, I'm not going
to sit in judgment, sir,

if that's what you mean.

"Sir."
Come on, Kate, we're off duty.

It'd feel weird
calling you Tony.

Why?

Because you don't
look like a T ony.

[Both laughing]

Well, only my mum
gets to call me Anthony.

Look, you're right,
we don't have to talk

about difficult stuff.

No, it's all right, it's...

I knew her from years back.

I didn't realize.

Yeah, I was a DC.

She was the estate agent that
showed me round my first flat.

You're kidding.

And when I moved in,

I made this joke that now
she knows my address and, um...

MAN: Afternoon, sir.

How are you?

A couple of nights later,
she knocked on my door.

Then, six months down the line,
I'm doing the whole thing.

I bought a ring,

I'm down on one knee
in a restaurant like a mug.

And...

She pissed off
with a millionaire.

[Laughs]

I spent a couple of years
feeling sorry for myself,

and then I met my Jools.

-Mrs. Gates?
-Yeah.

And then, out of the blue,

Jackie's back in town,
newly divorced.

What happened?

It was like before.

It was like that night
when I was alone

in a bare flat
and she came knocking.

And now she's dead,

and it's probably because of me.

Don't torture yourself.

Look, I wanted to apologize.

I should never have used you

to help flush out
the rat in the squad.

But I was backed
into a corner --

I was just pissed off
at being manipulated, sir.

If you need my help, just ask.

As Buckells goes through
Jackie's finances,

there's going to be a link
to you, isn't there?

No, there's not.

I could make it disappear.

How?

Get to it before Buckells.

No, sorry, Kate.

Paranoid.

[Laughs]

[Sirens in distance]

I was missing the glamour.

And the operation's been
missing a blunt instrument.

Gates has hinted

there was a financial connection
from Jackie to him.

Well, I studied
his personal finances.

There was never anything.

No exotic holidays,
no house in the country.

If she cut him in
on the money laundering,

God knows what
he's spending it on.

Same as anyone -- the thing
he cares about most.

"She had no time to think about
it when it was happening,

but now she wondered if
she hadn't just been worried

about the expedition
losing its leader.

Holding him in her flippers,
she found herself imaging

what it would be
like if Scott wasn't around--"

[Doorbell rings]

-Jools: I'll get it!
-Okay.

Nige!
Come in.

-Hi, Jools, how you doing?
-Good.

MORTON: I'm not interrupting
anything, am l?

All right, mate?

Is there something wrong?

No, I was just passing by.

Wondered if you fancied coming
down the Arms for a swift pint?

[Laughs]

I would love to, mate,
but...

snowed under.

Well, that's why I thought you
could do with a night off.

Any other night.

You're in the middle
of a shit storm, Tone.

Why have you stopped
talking to me?

Of course I haven't.

You're my best mate.

Am l?

Friday night.

You, Mel, me, Jools,
we'll get a baby-sitter.

We'll have a balti.

Great.

Yeah.

I appreciate this, Nige.

[Scoffs]

Right.

Good night, Jools!

JOOLS: Night-night!

Night, Natalie, night, Chloe!

CHLOE: Night-night!

-Good night, man.
-MORTON: Yeah.

[Door closes]

WOMAN: Morning, girls!
Come along, now.

What are the fees here,
if you don't mind me asking?

-�3,500.
-Per year?

Per term.

For new pupils, we also require

a deposit of �1,000 per pupil
to secure a place,

with the first term
paid in advance.

And the Gateses had no trouble
meeting the cost?

There was nothing improper.

That's not what I asked.

You'll understand,
our parents'

financial records
are confidential.

I'll be back with a court order.

I'll have to inform

the Head.

You don't tell anyone.

Okay?

You were right.

There's something.

I push from the outside,

you push from the inside.

Welcome back, Steve.

[Knock on door]

Yeah.

Buckells isn't the problem.

Arnott's on the case again.

He was at
your daughters' school.

Sir.

Sir?

Stop, sir!

This is what he wants you to do.

I'm not having it!
I'm not having it, Kate!

[Sighs]

As soon as I heard he was back,
I got worried.

I had uniform drive
past your house

and your daughters' school.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have said anything.

No.

No, l...

FLEMlNG: [Sighs]

GATES: It's my girls.

When they, um,
got into their school,

I got slapped
with a nine-grand bill.

I was trying to get a loan
to cover it,

'cause they were in danger
of losing their places.

Jackie paid it
without telling me.

She said it was a gift.

I should've said no.

I should...

My old man never did
anything for his kids,

and I swore I was
going to be different.

Well, I'll keep tabs on Arnott.

Whatever he finds,
you'll know about it.

Thank you.

All right?

Jackie Laverty paid the deposit
and first-term advance fees

for Gates' daughters
at Edge Park Prep.

Gates opened up to you?

How did you...?

You do your side,
I'll do mine.

Well, once we've gone through
all the records,

we'll have a financial trail

Ieading from organized crime
to Gates via Jackie.

The same crew that
killed Jackie Laverty

carried out
the Greek Lane murders.

Could Gates be involved
with them, too?

Well, we should target Cottan.

He was pulled off surveillance
the night of the murders.

Well, isn't Cottan too tight
with Gates to give him up?

I overheard a row
between Cottan and Morton

about loyalty to Gates.

Cottan was wavering.

Morton made a dig at Dot
about ticking boxes.

Sounded like
a sensitive subject.

Right.

Well, for appearances, we should
bring in the whole squad,

make the interviews
focus on laddering.

Makes sense.

You going to leave me
in the lurch again?

I had a wobble.

No more wobbles?

No more wobbles.

Good.

No comment, sir.

No comment, sir.

Oh, come on.

DCl Gates ladders offenses,
doesn't he, Morton? Hmm?

I mean, that's how he's returned

the best performance indicators
in the last three years, right?

No comment, sir.

On the night that
Wesley Duke was murdered,

DCl Gates failed to report
for duty -- where was he?

No comment, sir.

Oh, come on, you're his mate!

Don't tell me you didn't
try and contact him?

No comment, sir.

You'd just got yourself
a triple murder.

I mean, you can't seriously
defend Gates's conduct, can you,

DC Morton?

No comment, sir.

We've built a very damning case
against him, Morton.

Then you won't need
to turn me, sir.

When the bomb goes off,

there'll be a hell of a lot
of collateral damage.

I've been a DC for 20 years.

I'll still be one when I retire.

Ambitious blokes like you

get buffeted by every
little wind of change.

Me?

Just keep sailing on.

Interview terminated.

Go on, piss off!

Thank you, sir.
Pissing off, sir.

Welcome back, DS Arnott.

HASTlNGS: That's one down.

Sir.

Sir.

I thought we had a deal, Ted.

No, we had a discussion, sir.

I had the whole thing planned.

Restructuring of Tactical Ops,

TO-20 disbanded,
Gates sidelined.

My e-mail is sitting
in the Chief Constable's inbox.

The charge against Gates, sir,
that we discussed,

is in respect of laddering.

Now, I have got to substantiate

that allegation with some pretty
hard evidence; otherwise Gates

is at liberty to sue us
for constructive dismissal.

I appear to have misunderstood.

Well, if that is my fault,
I apologize, sir.

But I have to interview

all of Gates's team to ascertain

whether he was working alone.

Yes, of course!

And was he?

Well, I'm not at liberty
to say as yet, sir.

I thought we were working
together on this, Ted.

Yes, well, we are, sir, but
I think we'd both be gratified

to know Gates
is a lone gunman, sir,

and not the product

of institutionalized
malpractice.

Sir.

[Mobile vibrates]

Fleming?

Sir, I thought you should know,

we've all just been
called in by AC-1 2,

me, Dot and Nige.

What for?

They're not saying,
but they've pulled in copies

of all recent cases, including
the Greek Lane murders.

MAN: DC Fleming?

Sorry, sir.

Fleming?
Fleming?!

What's your understanding
of the term "laddering"?

I'll be guided by you, sir.

Well, laddering
is the amplification,

indeed the multiplication,
of charges against the offender

for the purpose of securing
administrative detections.

In short, it's the buffing up
of our figures

to make it look like more crimes
are being solved.

Does this ring any bells?

You've got a nerve, sir.

DCl Gates is the best detective
in this city.

Why don't
you do everyone a favor,

and go after
some proper criminals?

That your statement, Fleming?

It is, sir.

Interview terminated.

Off you go.

DS Cottan,

is it all right
if I call you Matthew?

Fine by me, sir.

I know you also go by Dot.

Matthew it is.

Appearances can be deceptive,
Matthew, can't they?

I mean, you look at DCl Gates,

and very admirable individual.

Devoted family man.

Officer of the Year.

I mean, you admire him,
don't you, Matthew?

I respect him, sir.

I like the bloke a lot, yeah.

And does he respect you?

I mean, does he like you?

I don't really go round thinking
like that, sir.

[Laughs] No.

That's it.

Emotional security.

I look at you
and that's what I see.

Yeah, a confident copper.

Someone who can handle himself.

But like I said, you know,

appearances can be deceptive.

You're the last person
I'd look at and think,

"mental health issue."

Hear you like the horses.

I used to.

In 2009, you were given
a final written warning

for dereliction of duty.

Why was that, Dot?

It's all in the file.

You couldn't go past a bookie's
without dropping in.

All-nighters at the casino.

Up to your eyes in debt.

Your missus walked out.

You had a breakdown.

Yeah, well, I was an addict.

What is it they say -- once
an addict, always an addict?

No, not everyone says that.

DCl Gates doesn't.

He scraped you off

the bottom of the barrel
and put you on his squad.

All that overtime, you soon
worked off those debts.

That's right, yeah.

ARNOTT: Yeah, well, there's one
debt you'll never work off.

To Gates.

[Scoffs]

And he knows it.

And that's why he counted
on you, Matthew,

to abandon the surveillance
operation in Greek Lane.

Anything you say in here,
Matthew, will be treated

with the strictest confidence.

DS Raser says anything, it's
his career, I can assure you.

We only want the truth.

HASTlNGS: You were supposed
to be watching the house.

Instead of waiting for the next
turn, you took an early swerve.

Come on now, Matthew.

Hmm?

That's when the murders
took place.

Look, we got a call saying
the next turn was on their way.

We'd had notices about
unnecessary overtime.

So, we decided to go.

Oh, "we decided, we decided."

Who decided, Matthew?

Huh?

Did you decide, Matthew?

A breach of police procedure

that resulted in the untimely
deaths of these two young men?

What?

Or did Gates order you to go,

knowing whatever happened
you'd stick by him?

There's two yellow notices

against your card already, son.

One more strike and you're out.

No job.
No pension.

You owe Gates for giving
you a second chance.

But you don't owe him
your future.

The red notice
is only the start, son.

I'll go for
the criminal conviction,

you know I will.

You don't owe him a cover-up
for a double murder.

It was Tony.

He was the one
that gave the order.

Interview terminated.

Thank you, Matthew.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you.

It all fits.

The gang that committed
the Greek Lane murders

was laundering money via Jackie,

money that was paying for
Gates's daughters' education.

He facilitated the hit
to protect his income.

I think we've got the bastard!

I'll see you
in the pub for a pint.

Well, do yourself
a favor, mate.

What's the story?

They're going after us
for laddering.

They're coming after me,
you mean?

We're in this together, mate.

FLEMlNG: The laddering
could be a smokescreen.

GATES:
You'd know, would you?

There's something else
they have on me.

What?

It doesn't matter.

She knows about it?

Nige.

Everyone knows she's been
stuck for a complaint,

but AC-1 2 don't seem
to give a toss.

What's all that about?

With all due modesty,
they've got bigger fish to fry.

Their case against you started

with the free breakfast
at the cafe.

Who was the one wrote up
the arrest report?

Yeah, that's right.
It was me.

We all know the complaint
came from the muggers.

-Oh, do we?!
-Yes.

Cut it out!
Cut it out!

Do you not see, Christ,

they're into me for everything.

The laddering, the breakfast,
Jackie,

fucking everything!

Who are those bastards

to come after you, boss?

They've forgot what
the job used to be.

All the crap
you took at Hendon.

Jesus, Nige, what the hell
did you tell them?

Boss...

Mate.

What do you think?

No comment to everything.

Kate?

I told them where to stick it.

Dot?

No comment.

You know me, Tone.

Right.

Nige, I'm sorry.

It's just, I've got to think.

It's late.

Go home.

Go home!

-Boss?
-GATES: All of you.

Please.

MAN: We're not open.

What do you want?
[Sighs]

Remember me?

I'm here to search the premises.

The lift stunk, blood.

Yeah, of your farts, cuz.

[Laughs]
No, that's your mum.

Every time I do her,
she gives me a kebab.

Freezing our nuts off out there,
waste man.

Sorry, Ryan.

You don't mind us popping in,
do you, Terry?

No.

Home away from home, this is.

GlRL: Have you got a problem?

I said, have you got a problem?

[Laughs]

BOY: Soz, mate.

I couldn't remember where
the bog was, innit?

I'm only messing about.

TERRY: Get off!

GlRL:
He's looking at my tits.

TERRY: I wasn't!

Oi, look what
the council give him!

Wish I was spasticated.

[Door opens]

Hey, Sammy, how are you?

[Sammy whines]

Hiya.

Hey.

The way you sounded
on the phone,

I didn't know what state
to expect you in.

This trouble at work, Jools...

It's pretty serious.

How serious?

There was a woman,
Jackie,

and she offered to help
with the girls' schooling.

What?!

What woman?

She's just somebody
I met at work.

She's a businesswoman.

Why would she want to do that?

GATES: She...

Was there something
going on between you?

No.

T ony?

Hey, I would never do that.
You know that.

She just let on that she could
pull strings to get the girls

into their school.

But that all worked out fine.

She paid the first set of fees.

What?

Listen, no, listen,

the girls would've
lost their places,

and I couldn't have that.

We didn't have the money,

so she offered.

I still don't get why
would she want to do that.

To get me in her pocket.

Is this why that Anti-Corruption
officer was round here?

Yeah.

You said you could fix it.

I've tried.

-No.
-I've --

There's got to be something.

Quickly, everyone,

gather round.

The Chief Constable

has ordered me
to take personal charge

of the operation
as Senior lnvestigating Officer.

Owing to his familiarity
with the investigation,

Deputy SlO will be DCl Gates.

-DCl Gates?
-GATES: Thank you, sir.

Greek Lane's been under
investigation as the scene

of a double homicide.

The lPs were two lC-6 males
in their 20s.

There were Arabic books
found at the scene.

They've been translated.

They were chemistry manuals.

Forensics also found evidence

of hydrogen peroxide use
at the scene,

and that's a well-recognized
chemical constituent of lEDs.

Look, the evidence points
very strongly to these men

being involved
in a terrorist operation.

Now, at this point, we have
no clear understanding

of why these men
were murdered or who by.

But their involvement

in terrorist planning raises
the possibility

that they were killed
for their silence,

and the wider terror group,

of which these men
formed a part,

poses an ongoing threat
to the public.

So, the objectives
of our investigation

are to work with
counter-terrorism officers

and the Security Services
to uncover the infrastructure

that supported this cell,

and to prevent
the remaining elements

from executing their plan.

I want all inspectors
and sergeants to attend

an operational overview
in the Briefing Room with me.

That's it, sir.

HlLTON: Thank you, DCl Gates.
Thank you, everybody.

This is bollocks,

and you know it.

You screwed up the op,

you killed an innocent man,
and now the real terrorists

are at large.

I'm just tidying up
your mess, son.

And if you're
too emotionally involved,

remove yourself.

Sir, sir,
do you have a minute?

DS Arnott.

Um, sir,

do you mind
if we talk through here?

Uh, coffee, tea?

T ed?
Steve?

Yes, sir, that'll be great.

Coffee for three, please,
Sheila.

Gates is playing you.

Those lads were using chemistry
to make crack, not bombs,

and bleach to scrub their sink.

They were selling drugs
to finance terrorist activity,

a recognized AQ modus operandi.

AQ?

Al-Qaeda? Jesus Christ.
You're loving this.

And if you get a promotion out
of it --

A little decorum,
please, DS Arnott.

Sir.

Terrorism is the single greatest
challenge in modern policing.

Not to take this matter
seriously could be catastrophic.

Who for?
You?

Steve!

Sir, we have reason to believe,
sir, that DCl Gates

suspended a surveillance
operation, thereby facilitating

the double homicide
at Greek Lane.

I'd like to hear the tape
of Gates's call.

He didn't make it
through Dispatch, sir.

We've got a witness.

So, it's his word
against Gates'?

Look, we have concrete evidence

of an improper
financial relationship

between DCl Gates
and Jackie Laverty.

When he brought me the evidence
against the terrorist cell,

DCl Gates was at pains

to point out the sensitivity

of his position regarding
your investigation.

He declared that Ms. Laverty

had made a one-off payment
to secure his daughters' places

at Edge Park Prep School --
a payment that was made

without his consent
or knowledge,

and that the money
was paid back.

Now, I have authorized

all available resources,
and DCl Gates,

with his intimate knowledge
of the case history,

is essential to the success
of this operation.

Well, at least we have
the laddering.

Come on, that's a drop
in the ocean, boss.

Look, we've been round
the houses, Steve.

Round the houses and down
the bloody drains.

So, what, you're throwing
in the towel?

That's rich.

Look, Hilton
blows with the wind.

I thought you were
better than that.

Now, listen, I would've thought
that if anybody understood

that counter-terrorism
can get you off,

it would've been you, Steve.

What's that supposed to mean?

You were involved in an
operation where an innocent man

got killed and you're running
round, free as a bird.

And it's all because all of our
senior officers and politicians

would rather see
ten innocents die

than let one terrorist succeed.

So, why'd you recruit me then?

Well, lately, I've been asking
meself the same bloody question.

Go on, my son.

Go on.

RYAN: Phone.

You bent bastard.

[Mobile rings]

Yeah?

TOMMY: There's a copper
poking his nose

into one of Jackie's
old salons.

What copper?

Some DS Arnott.

You were meant to have this
sorted, you bent bastard.

Hey, it -- it was sorted.

I've got to shut the place down
and clear it out by tonight.

Do you know how many
of these I've got?

Every place he knows about,
I've got to close.

Do you know how much
that's going to cost?

You should have done what
you were bloody told.

He's Anti-Corruption.

That means he's after me,
not you.

All I have to do --

He's all over my business!

All right!

Do you think he'll turn a blind
eye, you stupid twat?

If it's one bloke,

he can be fixed.

Hey -- Hey, could we...?

Could we maybe take a breath?

With him gone, you'll be free
to do what I tell you.

We'll say when and where.

Your job is to get him there.

I can't.

I'm out.

All right?

Gates --

Hey!

And, you, you little shit.

I see you again,

I'm going to arrest you.

Are you fucking mental?

Tommy's got your bird.

Your business all up her.

Your prints are on the knife.

You're fucked, waste man.

Any luck with the baby-sitter?

Friday night
curry with the girls?

I'm sorry, Nige.

[Sighs]

[Knock on door]

Yeah?

Sir, everyone's ready
in the briefing room.

Right.

I, um...

Put it back
a couple of hours, please.

Boss.

Boss!

[Knock on door]

[Mobile rings]

Yeah.

TOMMY: I am giving
you one last chance,

ya bent bastard.

[Hangs up]

[Mobile rings]

Hello.

MAN:
You came to the salon.

How did you get this number?

I know about the money.

I can give you the information
you want.

Yeah?

Well, how do I know this
isn't a load of crap?

There was a woman, Jackie.

She got her throat slashed
in the hall of her house.

There was a policeman
with her.

Gates.

He's in on all of it.

Only information.

No police station,
no police.

No one but you.

Where?

[Mobile beeps]

COTTAN: Yeah?
Great.

We'll come right now.

We've got
Wesley's stepbrother

in lnterview Room 1.

What?

Well, shouldn't we wait
for the boss to get back?

COTTAN: No.

Kate?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Mr. Boyle?
It's the police.

You called us, sir.

Can we come in, Terry?

Yes.
Come in.

You said there'd been
a break-in?

Yes.

I called 9-9-9, and they said
they wrote it all down.

Well, how'd they get in?

I let them in.

Right.

Uh, what did they take, Terry?

Crisps.
Fi-- fizzy drinks.

They stole them?

No, I gave them to them.

Right.

Well, what did they look like?

Just a moment, please.

[Static buzzes]

I'm very sorry,
but that's the secret signal

that we've got

a very, very serious emergency
to go to.

If they come back,

get their names
and contact the station.

Thanks for your call.

That ain't a crime,
for Christ's sake.

It's a social problem.

Wesley was receiving a supply

from two men who resided
at Greek Lane.

MAN: No comment.

Look, we're not trying to pin
anything on Wesley.

We're trying to find out
who killed him.

Did he ever say

there was anything unusual
about these two blokes?

Sorry, Nige, I'm busting.

I'll be back in a minute.

Look, those lads that were
found dead in that flat,

did they have any other mates?

Arabs, maybe?
Pakistanis?

That you?

FLEMING:
What's happening?

I've seen how Jackie's business
laundered drug money.

500 quid
for a bunch of bananas.

Look, I'm on my way to meet
an informant

to Gates' being in on it.

No, Steve, wait.
Gates has gone AWOL.

I saw him setting something up
with Morton earlier.

I don't know
what it was but --

Look, I need to move
right now, Kate.

No more wobbles.

Two identical phones.

Don't bother saying there's
an innocent explanation.

Where's Gates?

What's he up to?

Tony's shut me out.

Because of you.

Do you have
any idea how that's felt?

I couldn't give a shit.

Aah!

DC Fleming, are you all right?

Don't worry about me --
get him!

I wouldn't.

This is pointless, Gates.

It isn't about me
versus you anymore.

The people that Jackie

was involved with,
they're all over me.

Then get in the car.

Turn yourself in.

I wish it was that simple.

I'm sorry.

For Christ's sake,
what are you playing at?!

Bloody hell!
Fleming?

I'm AC-1 2!

Call lT now and get them to
unlock this bloody computer!

Now!

[Gasps]

TOMMY: You were poking
your nose into my business.

This is how it's going
to work.

You tell my lads
what you know.

I'll be listening.

[Sighs]

I can't.

Speak up, you div.

I don't...

What?

RYAN: Aah!

[Coughing]

This is Gates.

ARNOTT: [Screams]

Look, it's happening.

What you wanted,
it's happening.

Now, you've got to give me
Jackie's body.

TOMMY: What, and ruin
our relationship?

Just give --
[Tommy hangs up]

[Sighs]

Give it!
Give it!

Open his hand out!

Get me that fucking finger!

MAN:
Who knows about our business?!

More police?!

ARNOTT: [Screaming]

MAN: Phone.

MAN: Who knows
about our business?

Who?
Who knows?

Ah!

What's wrong
with these things?

You bastards!

You big bastard,
what you got to say now?

I'm arresting you
for grievous bodily harm

and false imprisonment.

[Screams]