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♪♪

[ Wind gusting ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Slurps ]

♪♪

What the hell
are you doing with that?

- You left it lying around
in the bathroom.

Jesus Christ, Cal.

- What?
- Mum, you're gonna get the sack

before you've even
properly started.

- Sweetheart, you could
kill yourself with this.

- You never even load it.
- That's not the point.

Just promise me, you'll never,
ever touch it again, okay?

- Well, don't leave it lying
around in the bathroom, then.

[ Exhales sharply ]

- What do you want
for your dinner?

Gin.

♪♪

[ Car chirps ]

[ Vehicle beeping,
engine rumbling in distance ]

♪♪

♪♪

Hey.

[ Siren wailing ]

- Call it in.
- Uniform, Uniform.

Lima Seven Two southbound
approaching Cairntown Road --

Just say we need backup.

- What?
- Just say we need backup.

Uh, backup, backup, over.

- Bravo Lima Seven Two
from Uniform.

The vehicle is
Op Gulliver nominal, over.

- Shit.
- Does that mean...?

What about that backup, Barney?

I'm all over it, mate.

[ Wailing continues ]

[ Tyres squeal ]

- [ Gasps ]
[ Tyres screech ]

Jesus.

Remember your training, Grace.
Get the rifle.

No.

You cover. Yeah?

[ Grunts ] Hey. Help me.

Help, for fuck's sake.

Get me out of here.

I'm stuck.

Please.

Get me out of here.

- Look who it is.
- Get me out of here.

[ Chuckles ]

Come on. Get me of the car.

[ Grunts ]

Get me out of this car.

- Gordy Mackle.
As I live and breathe.

- Get me out.
- It's grand.

Uniform, uniform.

Bravo Lima Seven Two,
stand down backup, over.

- Roger that.
- Well?

Fuck's sake. Get me out.

- First of all, I have to ask
you, do you have a head injury?

- No. I don't think so.
- No?

- [ Grunts ]
- How's about now?

- [ Grunting ]
- [ Chuckles ]

Wanker.

[ Breathing heavily ]

- Sir, I am arresting you under
suspicion of taking a vehicle

without consent of the owner.
You do not have to say anything.

But I must caution you,
that if you do not mention

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court,

it may harm your defence.

If you do say anything
it may be given in evidence.

Do you understand the caution?

Suck my cock.

- Hang on a second till I get
that verbatim for the judge.

- S-U-C-K --
- Fuck off.

- Do you have any idea
whose car you stole?

You're in deep shit, Gordy.
Deep shit.

- No comment.
- Dickhead.

Uniform, uniform,
er, Bravo Lima Seven Two,

can you task recovery,

we've got one arrest,
a Mr. Mackle,

- heading back to custody, over.
- Roger that, Stevie.

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Tommy, I heard you have to do
the firearms test again.

Who told you that?

I hated my probation period.

That feeling
you could just screw up

and be chucked out on your ear
at any given moment.

- You'll be fine.
- Well, let's hope so, huh?

Thirsty?

- Very.
- Mm.

Out drinking the night
before a shift?

- [ Belches ]
- Ugh.

- S-So, er, Colin's Code.

Tell us, Jen.

I mean, who actually
was Colin?

Did he serve here?
Like, i-i-in this section?

Was he, like...

- I mean, was he...
- [ Giggles ]

You'll find out.

When the time's right.

- See you at midday briefing.
- "When the time is right."

Jesus, she actually
makes me wanna throw up.

If I get through probation,
right,

without punching her
in the frigging face,

it'll be a flipping miracle.

I mean, you do know, right,

she is only on
the fast-track programme

because of who her ma is?

Like, what sort
of arrogant dickhead

applies for the fast-track
programme anyway?

- Honestly.
- Yeah. I know.

Totally.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

No.

Don't tell me you're fast track?

Are you?

Seriously?

Fucking hell.

Unbelievable.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

That car.

Huh?

What do you notice about it?

Uh, it's black.

- Ah, I'm not asking
for a description

for the partially sighted.

Come on.
What make and model is it?

It's, erm, Volkswagen?

Passat.

2009, 2010.

Like 12 years old at least.

But look at the plates.

- Oh yeah.
It's a newer plate.

- Ah, but it's only
registered two years.

Which is just a wee bit off.

[ Siren wails ]

Alright. [ Sighs ]
[ Gear shift clicks ]

All yours, Columbo.

Well, go on.

Okay.

You look lovely.

[ Bodycam beeps ]

Come on, you piece of shit.

Good morning, sir.

Can I see your
driving licence, please?

I forgot my wallet.

- Well, do you have another form
of I.D. please, sir?

No. I don't.

Come on. Bastard thing.

- Ma'am, could I see
your I.D. please?

Come on.

Ah, shit.

- Can I ask you both to step
out of the car now, please?

No.

Sorry about that.

It's, er --
It's his first time.

- Get your act together,
will you?

[ Engine starts ]

Come on.

What was that?

- No records found?
- Hm.

- I thought every vehicle
was on the system.

Not every vehicle, no.

They're undercover, son.

Sneaky beakies.

Sneaky fucking beakies.

[ Engine starts ]

[ The Strypes'
"Blue Collar Jane" plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Blue-collar Jane ♪

♪ Lives in 54 ♪

♪ Always got a teacup ♪

♪ When she knocks upon my door ♪

[ Woman vocalizing ]

My turn.

[ Cellphone clicks ]

[ The Bonnevilles'
"Dirty Photographs" plays ]

- ♪♪
- ♪♪ You got your red shorts on

♪♪ And with that,
there's nothing wrong ♪♪

♪♪ Think I'll get myself
another drink ♪♪

What?

Nothing. Nothing.

- ♪♪ Looks so good
it's just not fair ♪♪

♪♪ Pretty girls who do
that sort of thing ♪♪

♪♪ It's gotten hot in here ♪♪

♪♪ It's took the chill
off my beer ♪♪

[ Sings indistinctly ]

♪♪ I like the way you move ♪♪

[ Sighs ] God.

Flapjack?

Honey and oatmeal.

People think these
are easy to make.

See, the consistency
is the thing.

You need to put in
the right amount of honey

- so that they don't --
- No.

No, thanks.

♪♪ My eyes have seen ♪♪

- Four weeks. You haven't
eaten a thing I've made yer.

I've got these.

♪♪ Yeah ♪♪

♪♪
♪♪ You got your hair done today

Mmm.

♪♪ Only you can pull off ♪♪

♪♪ Let's go for a drive ♪♪

What you doing?

- You don't want to be wearing
your name badge around here.

Are you serious?

Cover's here.

[ Music stops ]

[ Cellphone clicks ]

[ Bap Kennedy's
"Nothing Can Stand in the Way of Love" plays ]

- Here, make this quick,
will you?

In and out?

10 minutes. In and out.

Everything okay, mate?

- Well, I had a run-in
with the sneakies.

C4?

- Nah, they're English.
I'm thinking Det. Maybe Box.

Either way.

♪♪ Just like the blue moon ♪♪

- Alright,
we'll make this quick.

[ Engine starts ]

♪ Just like the lightning ♪

♪ That never strikes twice ♪

♪ Baby,
if I don't jump aboard ♪

♪ This train is gone ♪

[ Dog barking,
car alarm blaring in distance ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

Don't fuck this up.

Hello.

He's dead, isn't he?

- No, Angela. If he was dead,
I'd have my hat on.

Then what? What then?

Can we come in?

Thanks.

- You're a brave wee peeler,
aren't yer?

- Mrs. Mackle, Gordy's been
in a car accident,

but he's not injured.

Physically, he's fine.

However, the car
he was driving --

Which he stole.

Do you know James McIntyre?

Why are you asking me that?

- Well, I just -- I'm just asking
if you know him.

- Everybody knows
who James McIntyre is.

- Okay, well, the car
that he was driving,

it was James McIntyre's.

He's on the terrorism
and organised crime watch list.

Mrs. Mackle, do you know
what I'm saying to you?

Gordy could now be under threat
from an extremely dangerous man.

Angela.

Angela, is there something
you want to tell us?

No.

No.

[ Indistinct shouting,
laughter ]

Okay, well...

if you notice
anything suspicious,

or if you and Gordy
need any help, you call me.

Help?

Yeah. Help.

Just call me.

[ Clears throat ]

Right, okay.

I'll be off, then.

Wait.

Just cos you're here,
erm,

do you know a place
called The Palace?

- The Palace, near The Heights.
What about it?

- Gordy's just spending an awful
lot of time there recently.

And?

I don't know.

I don't know. I-I don't know.

Okay.

Fuck you, Peeler!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Indistinct shouting
continues ]

[ Gasps ]

Jesus Christ.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Groans ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Enjoying yourself?

[ Glass shatters ]

What did you do that for?

- Do what?
- Give her your contact card.

- Well, I gave it her
because,

well, if she wants to contact
me, if she needs help --

- They're frequent flyers, Grace.
- What?

- The Mackles.
Angela and her kid.

We've been dealing with them
for years.

You can't solve
their problems for them.

Well, why not?

- Are you serious?
- Yeah, I am.

Explain to me
what the problem is.

Well, if she calls you,
looking for help,

what are you
going to do for her?

I'm gonna help her.

Grace...

we do what we can
on the day.

That's it. That's where
the job ends. On the day.

Now if you try and do
any more than that,

you're not gonna last a year.

You won't even make it
through probation.

I'm serious.

What age are you?

What?

It's none of your business...

No, I'm not been cheeky.
What age are you?

Late 30s?

- I'm 41.
- Alright.

So you had a job
before this one?

- What was it?
- Look, you're my tutor con.

- Did you not read my file?
- You think they pay me enough

to find out what my probationer
used to do for a living?

I was a social worker.

Of course you were.

Of course you fucking were.

[ Laughing ]
Oh, my God, of course you were.

Oh, my God,
of course you were.

- What?
- Nothing.

- I love social workers.
- Oh, yeah.

- Great. Great job.
- Yeah.

So, he's been released
from custody,

and -- and we haven't
charged him with anything?

There was no complaint.

- But we caught him
driving a stolen car.

- Did you? It's just,
the owner of the vehicle says

he was driving it
with his permission.

- Oh, shit.
[ Chuckling ] No way.

- Well, what about
the licence?

- [ Scoffs ] Gordon Mackle
passed his driving test

three weeks ago.

He's even on
the vehicle insurance.

Magnificent.

- So from my perspective, you've
caught him in the act of, what,

driving without "R" plates?

What do you reckon
we should do?

Solitary confinement?

Throw away the key?

C'mon.

- Maybe we should charge you
with wasting police time.

C'mon.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

- We had another domestic
on the early

at the Brennans' on Oldpark.

They own the butcher's shop
on the Waterville Road.

Wife went for the husband
with a knife.

- She heard he was doing
a special offer on his sausage.

[ Laughter ]

Yes, thank you.

Erm, he's not making
a complaint,

but let's keep an eye
on that situation.

- Maybe we could
do a steak out?

Right?

You know, like, "steak."

Because he's a butcher.

Okay, moving on.

Our main incident of interest
from the early shift

was that Gordon Mackle

was caught driving
the car of James McIntyre.

For our new recruits,
McIntyre and his entire family

are persons
of significant interest

to our colleagues in the
paramilitary crime task force,

and it's our job to keep tabs
on them as best we can.

Until now, Gordon Mackle
has been on our radar

only in terms of petty crime.

From this moment on,
please regard Gordon Mackle

as an Op Gulliver nominal,

same status as the rest
of the McIntyre gang.

Let's put him
on the stop-and-search list,

make his life uncomfortable.

Any spec on his movements?

- Erm, his mum says
he's spending time

at a place called The Palace?

- That place is a bit
out of the way

- for a wee lad from the view.
- That's what I thinking.

We could take
a drive over there.

Thank you.

Anything else?

- We came across
the sneaky beakies earlier.

Is there something
we should know?

Not that I'm aware of, no.

- Er, I have a file to prep
for Crown court.

Needs to be done today.

I was wondering if I could
stay behind to finish it...

- No, we're short-handed
as it is. Sorry.

- We are falling behind
on the court files.

Makes sense to get them done.

We'll stand you up in to the
shift pattern if we need you.

- Okay, everybody,
thank you very much.

Probationary Constable, Conlon,
Ellis and Foster, a word.

And those of you
on double shift today,

don't forget to log the hours.

Well, it's been a month.

Two more months
of probation left.

How do you feel it's going?

Well, good.

- Yeah.
- Alright.

Fine, ma'am.

- Sarge, not ma'am.
- Sorry, ma-- Sarge.

- Do you wanna know how I think
it's going for the three of you?

Not very well.
To put it mildly.

Your marksmanship is terrible.

If you don't fix it,
you're not gonna make it.

You arrested someone
this morning for a crime

they didn't commit.

And the word is you came
in this morning hungover.

- No I -- I was.
- It's not good enough.

From any of you.
Not even nearly.

Don't think I won't fail all
three of you if I have to.

And at least try to act
like police officers.

Constable Conlon,
you're with me today.

- Jen.
The wee bitch.

- The man in the red ski jacket
that just walked past.

Did he have a backpack?

- Er, backpack?
- I'm the driver.

You're the observer.
Were you observing?

Er...

No.

[ Turn signal clicking ]

- What is
an Op Gulliver nominal?

- An individual suspected
of being involved

in paramilitary activities
and crime

and also
terrorist-related offences.

- When we stop and search
an Op Gulliver nominal,

what legislative powers
do we use?

- The Justice and Security Act
of Northern Ireland 2007.

[ Gear shift clicks ]
Why?

Because you're about to use it.

[ Bodycam beeps ]

The one on the left
is Gordy Mackle.

All yours.

Be careful. The other one's
the son of James McIntyre.

Gordon.

Gordon Mackle.

Bravo Lima Seven Four,

we are at two
three five Limestone Way,

engaged in a stop and search
with an Op Gulliver nominal...

- Under schedule two of the
Justice and Security Act 2007,

you have been selected
for a stop-and-search.

I.D., over?

- Mo McIntyre.
He's with Gordy Mackle.

- You're detained
for the purposes of said search.

Do you intend to comply
with this request?

Okay, I'm going to
have to ask you

to put your hands up,
please.

Right, okay.

- Put your hands down.
- What?

- I said put your hands down
by your side.

- Uniform, Uniform,
Bravo Lima Seven Four,

we need that backup now,
over.

- Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you
to step back, please.

Annie, wait.

[ Grunts ]

Stay. Stay down.

- I can't -- get off me.

Get the fuck...

[ Vomits ]

- Stupid.
- Annie! Annie!

You stupid bitch.

Annie, help me.

- Mo. Mo.
- Fucking what?

Aah!

[ Grunts ]

Aah, in my eyes!
Aah!

Aah, it's in my eyes!

Oh, shut up.

- Ah, I can't see!
- Annie.

Aah!

Shut up.

[ Grunting ]

Shut up. Shut up.

- Let go.
[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Handcuffs click ]
Ah, it's too tight.

The Palace.

What a shithole.

- Yeah. Assisted pathway living.
- Huh?

- It's a steppingstone
for kids coming out of care.

Helps them make the
transition into the real world.

Although a lot of them
never really make it.

They just fall
through the cracks.

Tell me about it.

Hiyah. You alright?

I'm Grace.

This is Stevie.
Do you mind if we come in?

- Oh, I'm not, erm --
I'm not sure I --

- We just want to have
a quick look around.

♪♪

[ Door beeps, buzzes ]

- [ Door closes ]
- So how long

you been living here, then?

- Erm, sorry, I've --
erm, I'm sorry.

I'm just gonna...

Oh, visitors' book.

Is that...Shakespeare?

Come on.

- Constable Conlon, you need to
turn on your bodycam every time.

- I'm too far back
to pick up sound.

- And now his solicitor's
down there.

Giving Sandra
all the shite of the day.

- Look at it.
Just please look at it.

He assaulted me.
And her.

Do you want the bones of it?

"I was approached
by a police officer

who did not verbally provide
her shoulder number." Did you?

- I-I quoted the legislation
right.

I quoted the legislation --

- "The Officer then misidentified
the legislation..."

- No, I fucking didn't. I --
- Excuse me?

- I'm sorry. I didn't,
I didn't qu--

I'm sorry, right.
[ Sighs ] I didn't --

- "The officer then
misidentified the legislation

under which
she was stopping me..."

- No I did--
"...citing schedule two

of the Justice and Security Act
of Northern Ireland

instead of schedule three."

- No, I sw-- think -- I can't
remember what I done.

- "The same officer then entered
into an aggressive,

verbal altercation
with my friend."

- No, I did not.
I didn't.

I swear to God I didn't.

Did you hear what was said?

- Not clearly.
The traffic was heavy.

- No one is doubting your version
of events, Constable.

But these bastards know the law
better than we do half the time.

Now his arsehole solicitor's
down there pulling at threads,

and it's working.

Yeah.

- There's also a further
allegation here.

An allegation?

- "The officer took
three steps towards me,

putting me in fear
for my personal safety,

thus assaulting me..."

Assaulting him?

Assaulting him?

- By putting him in fear for his
personal safety, yes, assault.

- As the law defines it.
- Oh, Jesus.

- "After defending myself, I
turned to escape the situation,

only to be violently
tackled to the ground

by the second police officer,

in a second act of unwarranted
police brutality."

"I will be filing
a very serious complaint

to the police Ombudsman."

I need your statements
by the end of the day.

You make up a single detail,

you stretch a single fact,

you're out.

But you know what?

I can promise you this now.

We will get Mo McIntyre
in the long grass.

Not today or tomorrow...

...but we'll get him in the end.

- Alright?
- Yeah.

Get to it.

I froze.

It happens.

- No, but I literally
couldn't move.

Hey.

It happens.

Now.

- Colin's Code.
- What?

- The threat-rate chart
in the storage room.

Do you want to know
who Colin really is?

Do you play golf, Sandra?

No.

I meet enough arseholes
at work.

Likewise.

Wanker.

[ Door buzzes ]

[ Engine starts ]

- Alright, Dad?
- In the back.

♪♪

What?

Listen.

I don't hear anything.

Exactly.

I've worked in three places
like this,

and usually it's chaos.

Why's it so dead?

Maybe because...daytime?

They're sleeping, you know?

Like bats.

Bats.

♪♪

♪♪

This is her room.
The girl from downstairs.

How do you know it's her?

Her key fob.

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Clears throat ]

♪♪

Hiyah.

I can't talk to you.

Why not?

I just...

I can't. I'm busy.

Do you know Gordy Mackle?

- Bravo Lima Seven Two, we have
reports of a disturbance

on Northtown Parade
in Carrick View --

female brandishing
a knife, over.

Received, over.

Northtown Parade?
That's Angela's street.

- Listen, I don't know
what's going on here,

but I want you to know that
if you ever feel threatened,

or in danger, you call us.

And we'll come immediately.

[ Locks clicking ]

All call signs.

Reports of a female
on Carrick View Estate.

Armed with knives.

Any available call sign
come in to uniform, over.

Ah. Paperwork, eh?

Nightmare.

[ Siren wailing,
tyres squealing ]

- Bravo Lima Seven Two
responding, over.

Can you task
police seven-seven,

see if any top cover, over?

- They should wait for cover,
shouldn't they?

Seven Two from Uniform.

Be advised we have
reduced call signs.

- Shouldn't they?
- Police helicopter

seven-seven tasked elsewhere.

- No immediate backup.
- Okay, we're en route.

Try and get us that top
cover when available, over.

- Joseph,
what are you doing here?

We have a problem.

Or, rather,
a series of problems.

Today, your officers
have arrested not one,

but two Operation
Farset Principals.

We've had two of your officers

visit the home of a surveillance
target, Angela Mackle.

It's almost as if we'd not come
to an agreement on this.

- Look, I can't stop
every single police operation --

- Yes, you can.
And you must.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Great.
And now we have a call sign

heading straight back
into the middle of it.

Call them off.

Call them off.

[ Siren wailing,
tyres squealing ]

Oh, geez, yeah.

It's Angela.

- Get them out of there --
now.

- What? Who?
- The call sign

going into Carrick View.
It's a setup.

It's double O.B.,
as of this minute.

Out of bounds.
Get them out of there.

- Barney tell Bravo
Lima Seven Two,

to withdraw immediately,

their location
is double O.B., over.

Roger that, Helen.

- I will fucking cut Bernie.
I will fucking cut Bernie!

Put that down.
Put that fucking down!

Angela?!

- Bravo Lima Seven Two,
withdraw immediately.

You're location is
double O.B., over.

What?

Everybody, step back please!

- Stay back, please!
- [ Shouts indistinctly ]

Stevie, you're double O.B.

Withdraw immediately, over.

- Ah, you called the police,
did yer?

Angela, listen to me.

Angela!

- You really think I'd be
bringing them here? Do yer?

- Step back, alright, Angela.
Angela, listen to me.

Angela! Angela!

[ Indistinct shouting ]
Get back!

Okay, sir, just get on
the pavement. Alright?

Angela, it's Grace. It's Grace
from earlier today, sweetheart.

Can you put the knives down?
Okay.

- Fuck.
- Just put the knives down.

- Angela, put the knife down.
- Grace.

- Fuck off!
- Angela, please.

- Grace.
- Grace from earlier today.

- [ Shouts indistinctly ]
- Angela!

- Oh, you're protecting your wee
police woman, are yer?

Yeah, get her in the car there.
Get her in the car.

- Angela, just put
the knives down, okay?

- Don't fucking tell me what to
do. Take her back with you!

- You need to put the knife down.
- Yeah, go on!

Grace, we've gotta go now.

Let's go.
We're out of bounds.

It's double O.B.
It's a credible imminent threat.

We need to go now. Let's go.
Come on.

No. I'm not leaving.

No, it's -- it's real.

- Grace, this is not real.
It's fake.

It's a setup.
She's doing this to lure us in.

We need to go -- now.

- Let's go. Come on.
- What?

- How long have we lived
beside each other?

- Years. Years, we have lived
beside each other.

No.

- No, it's real.
- You called them,

and you said that I bring
problems to this estate.

- Grace, this isn't real.
It's a fucking setup.

- Look, we need to go now.
- Stevie, it is real, okay?

Grace?

Gr...

Angela.

Angela, sweetheart,
you need to listen to me, okay?

Fuck.

Uniform, Uniform, Seven Two,
over. That is a negative.

You're gonna have to
override the double O.B.

and get us some backup, over.

Working on it, Stevie.

- Look, I was with you.
I was with you this morning.

We were sitting in your kitchen.

- Step back.
- I am not a threat.

I promise you.
I am not a threat.

[ Indistinct talking ]

Fucking tired of this.

Maybe it's time
you listen to me.

- Angela, you need
to put the knife down.

[ Sighs ]

Who called her?

Out now. Tell 'em again.

- They can't leave now.
It's article two. Right to life.

They need backup.

It's double O.B.

- We can't just
leave them there alone.

[ Sighs ]

Go get them.

Er, I need to finish this.

- Okay, er, yeah, Constable
Robinson, you stay here.

- No, we need every driver
we can get,

and that means you, too.

Yeah. Fucking go!

[ Sighs ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

Fuck's sake.

Multiple Op Gulliver nominals.

The entire McIntyre gang
just showed up, over.

Backup on the way.

[ Cheers, indistinct shouting ]

♪♪

[ Siren wailing ]

Name badge.

- James McIntyre.
Mo. The son. Both here.

- Shit.
You okay with this?

Yeah. Yeah, it's fine.

Fuck him.

♪♪

I have a son.

I have a son, and he is
the same age as Gordy.

- You don't know what i's
fucking like around here!

- I promise you, I'll help you.
I promise you, I will help you.

- Bullshit.
You can't fucking help me.

- It's not bullshit.
- Tell him to back off!

Okay. Alright. Okay.

- Just back off, Stevie.
- I'm backing off.

- I'm backing off.
- I promise you, just back off.

Listen, it's not bullshit.
I promise you.

I can help you.
What's happened?

- They're taking him away
from me.

- They're taking him away?
Who?

Who's taking him?
Who's taking him?

What?

- You can't help me.
No one can help me.

You don't understand.
They are all fucking together,

- and there's nothing I can do.
- You are a mummy, okay?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Tyres screech ]

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[ Brakes squeak ]

[ Gear shift clicks ]

♪♪

No. Hold on.

Helen, it's my job.

I can do this.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Bodycam beeps ]

I'm going to have to
ask you to step back.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Back for more, are yer?

See, you must be the type
that likes it rough.

- Somebody's gettin' shot
the day.

[ Laughter ]

Whoa!

[ Indistinct talking ]

♪♪

Is that all you can do?

Spit in my face?

Oi.

[ Indistinct talking ]

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- Put them on the ground
and follow me.

You can.

We're just gonna
put them on the floor.

I promise you.

It's gonna be fine, alright?

Don't worry about him.
He's just here to help.

Okay?

You just need
to put them on the ground.

Okay?

Just place them on the ground.
That's it.

That's it.

Okay? Nicely.

[ Crying ]

There we go.

[ Crying ]

Okay.

It's okay.

♪♪

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What are you doing?

Cover.

What?

- The rules of cover are
you have a driver

in the vehicle at all times.

Get out of the car, Jen.

[ Clears throat ]

No.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

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[ Crying ]

You're under arrest

for possession
of an offensive weapon.

Stevie, what are you doing?

Let's go. Let's go.

Aah! What is he doing?

- Let's go. Get her to the car.
- Ah.

Ah. You are hurting me.
Stop it.

[ Crying ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

- No, no, no. No. No. No.
- Let's go. Come on.

Get in the car.
Let's go, Grace. Go.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Engine starts, siren wailing ]

[ Tyres squeal ]

[ Breathing rapidly ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Engine revs ]

- Were you scared?
- Of course, I was scared.

- You didn't look scared.
Did I look scared?

- [ Chuckles ]
You looked fucking terrified.

[ Sighs ]

You did well, mate.

So do you want to know
who Colin is?

- From Colin's Code?
- What? You know?

- Mm-hmm.

He was a new recruit.
Three years ago.

Three years? Is that all?

- Three months into
his probation, he's doing okay.

No major issues.

He's on patrol
on Halloween night

out on the edge of Carrick View
with Gerry.

- What Gerry Gerry?
- Your Gerry, yes.

Erm, Gerry is the driver,
and Caldwell is observing.

So, some kids manage
to sneak up behind the car

and throw fireworks
underneath it.

They think it's a gun attack,
obviously.

Gerry puts the foot down,

but he looks
in the rear-view mirror

- and sees the kids running away.
- Right.

- Works out pretty quickly
what's just happened.

It's just a prank.

But then there's this smell.

Smell?

Colin shat himself.

- No.
- Colin shat himself...

- [ Laughs ]
- ...because of a firework.

- [ Laughs ] What?
And Gerry told everybody, or --

- Nah, Gerry kept schtum.
Partner's rules.

But, er, Colin had to get new
trousers back at the station.

Word got out.
It always does.

Colin, well, he doesn't show up
for work the next day.

Or the day after.

- Or the day after that.
- [ Laughing ] No.

- He resigned.
- No.

Then he moved to Australia.

[ Laughs ] No.

- They never heard
from him again.

That's why it's called
Colin's Code.

And that's why the highest
alert level isn't red.

Oh, no.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Angela?

Angela.

What you doing?

- I'm going home.
- Angela, get in the car.

Wise up.

- Oh, come on.
It's lashing.

Just get in.

- Lough Point.
That must be nice up there.

- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So what happened?

What, did they
just release you?

They didn't give you
a mental health assessment?

And they didn't charge you
with anything?

No.

[ Sighs ] Look, I am sorry.

Because I know you should be
getting some practical help.

Support.

I don't know
what's gone on here,

but I promise you
that I will look into it, okay?

[ Chuckles ]

I'm gonna drive you home.

Are you mad?

- Well, you're not
walking home in this.

Not after today.

Look, we'll make it quick.
[ Engine starts ]

Come on.

- Just stop here. It's fine.
- What?

- Just stop here. Here. Here.
- No, I'll take you further.

- It's fine.
No, no. Here, please.

Okay. Alright. Okay.

[ Brakes squeak ]

Thank you.

Okay.

I will make some calls, okay?

♪♪

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♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Thunder rumbles, car chirps ]

Hiyah.

You alright?

Cal?

Cal?

[ Oven opens ]

Oh, my God.

Amazing.

Come here. Mwah.

Ooh, yes, please.

Hm-hm.

I am starving.

Mmm.

Mmm. It's good.

Your wish is my command.

Cal Ellis. You legend.

So, how was your day?

Oh, well, you know.

The usual.

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[ Camera shutter clicking ]

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[ Thunder crashes ]

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