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Before Danny died he tried to say something.

Now I reckon what he said was "list".

What was Danny onto that meant you had to kill him?

The report states these findings are consistent

with a blood-stained note.

And this is just between us for now?

I'm innocent. The question is, are you?

You lied in court, you lied to your partner and you lied to me!

I did not plant evidence.

The people decided she didn't do it, because you couldn't

- keep it in your pants. - That's not what happened.

There's seconds, if you fancy.

Any more and I won't get off this sofa.

I had intended that meeting in a more social setting

would make this less confrontational between us.

- I'm a married man. - Separated.

I'm sorry, Gill.

Oliver Stephens-Lloyd, a registered social worker

with responsibility at Sands View.

Chief Superintendent Fairbank had nothing to do with the case.

He ran Vice.

Stephens-Lloyd claimed he had a list of authority figures

who systematically abused boys at Sands View.

I've never even heard of this "Stands View" place.

Hope I'm not too late.

I saw the handshake at the door. It was Masonic.

I'm putting you in for a commendation.

Ronan Murphy was interviewed

about the conspiracy Denton was convicted of.

None of this was in the file.

And who gave us that file?

Hastings.

The Caddy is male, under 35.

A detective. A London or Southeast accent.

Sorry, gaffer, but the finger's pointing at one of our own.

Detective Inspector Matthew Cottan...

..has distinguished not only himself...

but the entire anti-corruption division.

Detective Inspector Matthew Cottan.

It's an honour to present DI Cottan with this award

for Outstanding Bravery.

The commendation reads: "For courageous conduct

in apprehending a dangerous suspect,

with commendable disregard for personal safety."

- Well done, Cottan. - Thank you, sir.

Smile!

- Congratulations, Matthew. - Ah, thanks, Gill.

You need a drink. There you go.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Have you thought about going in front of

the DCI promotion board?

- Right. Coffee? - Yeah. Lovely.

Don't be going to any trouble on my account. I'll have instant.

Special occasion, though.

Actually, it's good to be able to talk outside the office.

Is everything OK?

No. Not really.

Steve's been ordering more forensics on evidence

seized from Danny Waldron's flat.

Why?

He'll be making out I missed a lead.

I know what he's up to.

It's classic classroom tactics.

If you've farted, you hold your nose and point at someone else.

What do you mean?

- He's hiding summat. - What?

I shouldn't say until there's evidence.

I hope I'm wrong. I really do.

But if I'm not...

..I need to know you've got my back.

God, yeah.

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

I know you two go back a-ways.

No, you had to.

Glock 17.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

..I will fear no evil.

For You are with me; Your rod and staff, they comfort me.

We now commit Daniel's body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

..in the sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life.

- Is there a problem, sir? - Why do you ask?

There was a briefing, inspectors and above,

and no-one's letting me in on it.

Hence "inspectors and above".

So, what's that about, then?

I went to Danny Waldron's funeral.

There's still a threat to anyone associated with Danny.

And was anyone there?

- No. - No.

Well, that's good to know, eh?

And you shouldn't be bringing that round here.

This isn't the Bronx.

Feeling better?

Er... yeah, thanks. Just a stomach bug.

Well, I was hoping to get those forensics I requested.

What's the hold-up?

I don't want to get caught between you and DI Cottan.

What do you mean?

He knew forensics hadn't tested the envelope?

I'll be right back.

17. Serial number and number and type of rounds.

Cheers.

G-36 carbine, plus rounds.

You wanted me to see something?

Yeah. I've been reviewing CCTV of Danny Waldron

from the murder time-line of Linus Murphy.

Here's Danny arriving. Note the direction of travel.

It matches the route from Linus's residence,

so we assume Danny's come directly from killing Linus.

Formal ID - it's Danny Waldron.

The images tally with the paperwork we got

from the storage facility.

Our assumption is that the rucksack contains Linus's head,

wrapped in a bin-liner.

In the bag must be a cold-storage container

he bought en route.

Now the rucksack's empty,

presumably after Danny stored Linus's head.

He leaves, and we pick him up on an exterior camera again.

Danny jogging away.

Note the different direction of travel from his arrival.

I just want to get the job done, Kate.

And we've always done a good one together.

The job. That I can do. Where do you think he's going?

Unfortunately, there's no other CCTV of Danny, but...

Here's the storage facility.

Here's the direction we see him leaving.

Danny's flat is located here.

It appears he came directly from Linus Murphy's place,

so his only opportunity to conceal

any information he got from Linus

was when he was in his flat.

What information?

Ink and blood was detected on the inside of an envelope

found at Danny Waldron's flat.

Now, the blood matches to Linus Murphy.

So he must have put a message in the envelope

straight from killing Murphy...

..even before he washed the blood off.

It was definitely there in that envelope. For a time, at least.

Why are we only getting this information now?

Admin cock-up. Forensics' fault.

OK.

All right? Where are you off to?

..has to be authorised by Superintendent-rank or above

and meet the RIPA criteria. It's not rocket science.

Matthew.

- Anyway, get back to me. - Will do.

Hope you're not still hung-over

from all that taxpayers' champagne?

- Have you got a minute? - Yeah.

Look...

I'm the last person to go behind anyone's back,

but I've raised concerns about a colleague

with my commanding officer.

Well, if Ted's dealing with it, I shouldn't get involved.

Well, that's the problem. He's not.

Ah. I can guess who the colleague might be.

What worries me is,

he's wandering around this place with a firearm.

Oh, my God.

Sorry. Look, maybe I shouldn't have...

No. Leave it with me.

Thanks, Gill.

Got a lead on Fairbank.

Digging into his records,

there was a complaint made by someone called Wendy Rider.

The complaint wasn't pursued because Fairbank retired.

What was the complaint?

Where Chief Superintendent Fairbank's concerned,

the records are sketchy, to say the least.

But it was about her son.

He was a resident at Sands View Boys' Home.

He's overseas with the Army now, but she still lives in the area.

Nice work.

Just doing my job, mate.

Do you remember when he went to Sands View

and how long he was there?

He was 13. It was nearly a year till he come out.

It would help our inquiry if you could tell us

why you made a complaint about Chief Superintendent Fairbank.

Well, Greg would never talk about what had happened.

We never talked much, anyway, after he got took away from me.

He blamed me for what had happened.

What had happened?

He said he'd been... interfered with.

A big fat bloke, he said.

So I went to the police. They didn't want to know.

They said Greg wasn't a reliable witness.

So I told them if they didn't do nothing,

I was gonna write to the papers and my MP.

They just laughed in my face.

And that was that?

No.

A week after, one of them come round and said

this Chief Superintendent had sorted it.

Who came round? A uniformed officer?

Yeah.

He said the Chief Superintendent had got the bloke to confess

and that it was all all right,

so that Greg wouldn't have to go through a trial and that.

To be clear, Mrs Rider...

you were advised that the offender was going to prison?

Yeah.

But then there was this picture in the paper,

and Greg said it was the same bloke.

Mrs Rider, is this the man you saw in the paper?

Yeah.

And then you realised he hadn't been charged?

Huh. Well, I'd written down the name of the Chief Superintendent

who was supposed to have taken care of it all.

Yeah?

Sir, we've got a witness claiming

Fairbank suppressed a child rape allegation

against Dale Roach.

Ideally, sir, we'd put this to Fairbank

in the presence of a solicitor.

Well, I'll have to think about that.

- But... - Steve...

- Sir. - Kate.

Sir, with respect,

there's no operational reason to drag our feet over Fairbank.

I know how to conduct an anti-corruption case, Steve.

With respect again, I'm concerned

this inquiry's dragging its feet.

- I'm not the issue here, son. - Sir?

I can't have you interviewing Fairbank

because of the suspicions hanging over your head.

That's why we're dragging our feet here.

Still this crap about me planting evidence?

I can't have you in the room with Fairbank. I will not risk

jeopardising future prosecutions.

- You're taking me off the case? - Don't make this any harder.

What, harder than protecting a former Chief Super and Mason?

- You are way out of line. - I saw your handshake.

You do not know a thing...

I know you want me off a case

that involves officers covering up child abuse!

The suspicions against you are more than planting evidence.

As you were.

Superintendent Hastings and I have had a short discussion.

In the circumstances, we agree the best course of action,

to protect all parties and to abide by disciplinary procedure,

is for you to be served with a Regulation 15 notice

and to be suspended until these matters can be addressed

at a formal disciplinary hearing.

A Reg 15? For what?

Certain allegations have been made against you.

- By who? - It wouldn't be appropriate

to discuss these outside the disciplinary framework.

But before you go, may I ask if you're bearing a firearm?

Did this come from Dot?

- I want him in here. - That's not a good idea.

Fine.

I really don't think that's a good idea.

My officer has asked for this, so I'm gonna give him this.

DI Cottan.

Sir. Gill.

- The floor is yours. - What's this all about?

DI Cottan.

I'm concerned about DS Arnott's professional conduct.

He's been bearing a firearm around the office.

In contravention of the 1968 Firearms Act.

I've signed the firearm back in.

He's accused of an improper relationship with a suspect,

of planting evidence against said suspect.

- I did not plant evidence! - He also fits the profile

of a suspect in a separate anti-corruption inquiry.

What? This is insane! What anti-corruption inquiry?

I don't think any more should be said about this matter.

For Christ's sake, I'm not the problem here!

What exactly are you saying?

Sir, I've got serious concerns

about DI Cottan's performance under Police Conduct regs.

That's why he's having a go at me.

Sir, this is completely out of order.

During a search of Danny Waldron's flat,

he failed to order the necessary forensics.

He then induced a junior rank to hide this from me

so I wouldn't find out he'd missed a crucial lead.

If there's any issues to be addressed by a review,

then trust me there certainly will be.

However, said issues are separate and distinct

from the ones before us now, DS Arnott.

Look. Please...

I know I've pissed you all off.

And I am sorry about the undercover on Denton.

But I am the only one trying to solve this case!

Oh, so only Steve can solve the case! All hail Steve.

I think we should stop this conversation now.

- Thank you, DI Cottan. - Sir.

Thanks for keeping your cool. Can't have been easy.

DS Arnott, regarding the Reg 15 notice...

You will return here for an interview

at a time specified by us.

But until then, you will be suspended. I'm sorry, son.

I know he's got his reasons, but you, sir?

What about my point about you and Fairbank and the Masons?

Come on. You're not doing yourself any favours.

It's one thing denying allegations,

but it's another thing slinging mud at superiors.

That's a different kettle of fish, fella. What can I say?

You've let me down, you've let yourself down.

Yeah. Well, you're the one

that fed us all a doctored file on Ronan Murphy.

What?

Ronan Murphy being a criminal associate of Tommy Hunter...

..not in the file.

Ronan Murphy being investigated

as a suspect in Hunter's murder...

not in the file.

Ronan Murphy and Tommy Hunter both being involved

in child sexual exploitation... not in the file.

And you say I'm the one that's letting you down.

Sir.

Are you OK?

Yeah. I'm not gonna jump to conclusions.

Let's see what comes out of his disciplinary hearing.

Look, just between us,

I've got a lead on him planting that money at Lindsay's.

I just wanted to let you know, so it didn't come as a shock.

And I know this is going to be difficult...

..but we've got to keep an eye on his every move.

Sorry.

All right?

Thought these might cheer you up.

Come in.

They're sweet, but you didn't need to.

No, you're all right.

Kate... I'd be gutted if this Steve stuff came between us.

This feels like a bit of a second chance for me...

..and I don't want to mess it up.

- Oh, OK. - No.

It's just... let's take it slow. You know.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

- With the regs and that. - Sure.

- But thanks. These are lovely. - I'm glad you like them.

- Well, I'd best be off. - All right. Night.

Night.

How can I help you?

I'm requesting authorisation on an undercover operation.

That's Ted Hastings' call, not mine.

Well, actually, ma'am, it'd be against a fellow AC-12 officer.

Ah.

The guidelines are that I should approach

an independent anti-corruption commander

for said authorisation.

Why me?

I'd rather not say, ma'am.

AC-9's nearer.

Like I say, I'd rather not say, ma'am.

Because I'm a woman. I can't be a Mason.

You kept me waiting.

I know.

I've been watching for an hour.

If you'll hang on for that long, then you must be desperate.

It's funny. The last time we met, I was the desperate one,

and you held all the cards.

Well, you don't hold them now.

Don't I? You know what, Steve?

I've deduced that you are so desperate

that you need help from some sad cow with no life.

Silly me.

Wait.

There's something I've never said, and I want to say it now.

I'm sorry.

I did take advantage of you.

You were grieving. You were alone.

And gaining your trust, albeit to solve a crime,

was callous and insensitive.

I'm sorry for what I did.

And you might not believe me, but that night...

That's what made me hold back.

Don't flatter yourself, Steve.

I might have been a complete emotional wreck,

but I didn't want you.

We were just two lonely people having a fumble.

It might have sounded convincing on tape,

but it was empty and it was pathetic.

Back to planting of evidence.

The accusation's been around so long, people think

they don't have to prove it.

Instead, it's down to me to disprove it.

You know the truth. You know I didn't do it.

Listen to me...

I've just spent a year and a half of my life in prison.

I've lost everything. My home.

My job.

My whole future.

Maybe now you've got a taste of what it's like

to know that you're innocent

and yet still have your whole life destroyed.

Look, I'll help you find the real criminals, Steve.

But I will never ever spend one more day in prison.

So, let me be clear.

That money was put in my house to frame me.

I am innocent.

I am the victim in all of this.

- You're unbelievable. - No.

No, I want justice.

And I don't care how unjustly I get it.

So, why don't you just tell me everything you know

about the case that you're working on

and how it connects to mine?

You must be joking.

Right now I'm the only person that can help you.

Hi, Ted. What's with all the cloak-and-dagger?

I wanted to ask, off the record, if I can count on your support

in investigating former Chief Superintendent Fairbank.

In respect of...?

In respect of not adequately investigating

complaints of child sexual exploitation.

- Absolutely. Absolutely. - Thanks.

Ted, doesn't it make much more sense

to hand over your files to the various authorities

carrying out official inquiries into historic sex abuse?

You can do it through me, if you like.

Yeah, that would be great. Thank you, Gill. Yeah, thanks.

Thanks, Ted.

We got seats at the Pavilion End,

behind the bowler's arm.

And I'm thinking, you know, "We're set for the day here."

And then what happened? Heavens opened.

Ted!

I'm sure there's no need for this,

over a little misunderstanding.

We can thrash this out, the pair of us.

I think it's best to continue as planned,

just to make sure that everything's above board.

- I'm in your hands. - Tea? Coffee?

- Very nice. Coffee. Thanks. - Great.

You are being interviewed

in respect of suspicion of misconduct in public office.

You don't have to say anything.

However, it may harm your defence

if you fail to mention something under questioning

that you later go on to rely on in court,

and anything you do say may be used in evidence.

- Been there, done that. - Thank you.

Document 2 in your folders.

Document 2 is a photocopy of a missing-persons report

relating to Oliver Stephens-Lloyd.

You were shown this photocopy in your interview on July 7th.

It's from near on 20 years ago.

- You don't recall the report? - I don't recall the report.

If you could go to the end of the report.

You were shown that some individuals were copied in

by the senior investigating officer.

I'll have to put my... glasses on.

Right...

You were shown that, according to the distribution list,

you were sent a copy of this report in November '98.

Yeah. Seems I was sent one.

God knows whether I got it or read it.

During this time, November '98, what was your position?

- I ran Vice. - Yeah.

And why were you sent a report on a missing social worker?

I have absolutely no idea. It sounds like an admin error.

An administrative error?

Well, I'm surmising. I've no idea. Sorry.

Document 3 in your folders.

Document 3 is a photocopy of a report dated 21 November '98,

on death by suicide of Oliver Stephens-Lloyd.

He claimed to have furnished you with a list of names

of abusers at Sands View.

Shortly afterwards, he was dismissed from his position,

and three months later he was found dead.

I don't know anything about a list or about this poor fella.

The Murder Squad have reopened the inquiry

into the death of Oliver Stephens-Lloyd.

Right.

Well, now, Ted, this is... getting serious.

This is also an opportunity to clarify

some issues that are causing some vexation.

- Well, you know I want to help. - And we're very grateful.

Document 5 is a recent postmortem examination

from the Home Office pathologist.

It's likely that Stephens-Lloyd was struck over the head

with a blunt instrument and then thrown into the river.

So, not suicide. Murder.

Well, I can see why you're troubled, Ted,

but my department was not involved in that investigation.

Well, we interviewed the officers

who carried out this investigation.

Murder Squad obtained a statement

from an officer who was a DC at the time,

stating that the senior investigating officer,

DI Marcus Thurwell,

advised him the death was suicide

and anything that didn't fit should be kept to themselves.

Now, why would Thurwell be so eager

to prove that it was a suicide?

I haven't the foggiest.

Do you recall the name Wendy Rider?

Well, I think we all know by now that I'm hopeless with names.

Wendy Rider lodged a complaint against you

in respect of her son, Gregory Rider.

Gregory was a resident at Sands View Boys' Home

and was allegedly abused by your best mate Dale Roach.

Right, Ted. Now, this was meant to be a friendly conversation.

But your DC, whatever her name is, has just struck a tone

that I don't warm to.

DC Fleming.

My apologies if I've caused offence.

We are most grateful for your cooperation, sir.

I knew Councillor Roach from a distance,

a very great distance.

Going back to your interview with us on July 7th, you stated,

"These things would have been looked into."

Do you stand by that statement?

Well, I must've said it if you've written it down.

Can you inform us how you investigated the allegations

made by Mrs Rider against Dale Roach?

- It'll be in the files. - We looked. It's not.

I was Chief Superintendent, not the office boy.

If records are missing, that's nothing to do with me.

Mrs Rider says that she was informed

that you carried out this interview yourself,

and that no charge resulted.

Well, that must be because

the allegations against Dale proved groundless.

- "Dale"? - Councillor Roach.

Why did you not keep any records of this?

Here we go again. I was Chief...

Superintendent. Yeah, I know, but this was your department,

and this was a very serious allegation

against a prominent, you know, public individual.

I can't think of any reason in the world

why you wouldn't have wanted to be across this yourself,

and why there is no record of the investigation.

Unless there was no investigation.

Unless you were sweeping all this under the carpet

to protect your friend.

Did any of the boys at Sands View

complain about sexual abuse

to you or any of the officers you knew of?

God, no. Absolutely not.

- You would have investigated? - Correct. 100% correct.

You and your solicitor have a written request

from a police inspector, independent of this inquiry,

and prior to this voluntary interview,

requesting your participation in a video identification process.

Mr Fairbank is reluctant to submit himself to a process

dependent on what must by now be extremely unreliable memories.

OK.

DC Fleming.

Item reference ASJ-76

is a newspaper cutting dated 14 March, '97.

Do you recognise this image?

It's me and Councillor Roach.

What was your connection with the charity?

Well, I'd be there, at his invitation, if he thought

there was a crime-prevention angle.

Keeping young lads this side of the law... sort of thing.

Item reference ASJ-116.

ASJ-116 is a newspaper clipping dated 7 August, 1995.

For the tape, I am showing the interviewee a copy of this item.

Do you recognise the man in this photo

with you and Councillor Dale Roach?

I think we all do.

And was he involved in the charities, too?

I believe so. Some of them, yes.

So, in addition to the complaints

made about Councillor Dale Roach,

were there any other complaints about prominent individuals

involved in sexual assaults on young people?

Not that I recall.

Right. Because, according to our colleagues in Operation Yewtree,

there were numerous complaints,

and according to our colleagues in Operation Midland,

there were numerous complaints.

So, why did you not investigate any of these?

I don't recall any specific investigations.

We know there were complaints.

You were meant to investigate them,

and on 7 July you confessed that you investigated them.

I must sound like a stuck record,

but I honestly don't remember.

It's the honest truth.

Were you under pressure to turn a blind eye?

I don't know how you mean, Ted.

From executive officers or political interests?

What's put that idea in your head?

What we have here is Dale Roach interfering with young boys.

Now, call me a cynic, but he's a politician,

and they are all born liars.

Then we have this celebrity up here,

and we all know show business people have very low morals.

But you were a police officer.

A Chief Superintendent.

I really want to help, Ted, but I don't see what more I can say.

May I ask, how far are we going with this today?

Do you have any evidence to put to Mr Fairbank?

No, this is voluntary. He's just helping us with our inquiries.

I'm sorry that I can't fill in the blanks,

but I'm not as sharp as I was.

So you keep saying.

Interview terminated.

Anything else I can do... don't hesitate to ask.

CCTV showed Danny Waldron arriving here early,

the morning after he killed Linus Murphy.

He came in from that direction,

deposited evidence in a container

and then left in that direction.

- The way back to his flat? - Yeah.

He laid a trail for us to find if anything happened to him.

There was an envelope addressed to me, but it was empty.

Forensics suggest it contained a note

written immediately after the murder.

I believe Danny got information out of Linus Murphy

that enabled him to compile a list of abusers.

If Danny wrote the list when he was with Linus,

he must have had it when he left here.

If that was me,

I'd take the opportunity to recce a safe spot,

and then hide the list, or a backup copy,

that night, under the cover of darkness.

Trust me.

Well, you know all about concealing evidence.

I mean, you had to hide 50 grand.

That's not what happened at all.

My God. He's with Denton.

See, the pair of them are in it together.

See, I told you we had to watch his every move.

They're retracing Danny's steps. Why?

Danny's flat is just over on the next street.

Any further and he risked being spotted.

I think I know what he did.

Gill.

You decided to proceed with questioning Patrick Fairbank?

Yeah. I decided to put the man on the spot myself,

rather than turn it over to some other department.

- There's conflict of interest. - How, exactly?

Your affiliation with Fairbank.

I've never put my personal loyalties

above my professional duty.

You're being naive. I'm not referring

to any ordinary relationship.

What will it look like if Fairbank slips any inquiry

and then it's revealed that the senior investigating officer

is part of the same closed organisation?

What organisation are you talking about?

Secret handshakes, bare trouser legs.

Whatever you're alluding to, I am not at liberty to discuss it.

No doubt Dale Roach was part of the same lodge.

We can't have it appear that you're protecting Fairbank.

Protecting him?

I'm doing my level best to investigate him!

There's crossover with other inquiries.

Politically, it would be expedient to hand over our files

and let Midland and Yewtree run with it.

I have been informed of systematic depravity

against children who were wards of the state

by high-ranking officials of the state.

Now, how much money are we going to spend chasing clapped-out DJs

when the people who knew about this depravity

and/or turned a blind eye to it and/or were involved in it

are using that power to cover their tracks?

Individuals, I might add, Gill, who appointed you.

That's absurd.

Is it?

Is it, really?

Thank you for this file.

Perhaps you could help me understand why it was doctored.

I'm sorry?

Doctored.

And it was you, Gill...

..who brought me this file...

with crucial pieces of information omitted.

I can't explain how that happened.

Well, I can explain it to you.

It happened because it was known that behind

the seemingly lawful killing of a violent criminal

there lay a dark secret.

Probably the darkest secret in our society today.

So, are you going to advise me who provided you with that file?

Are you doing this on purpose, Ted?

- Doing what? - Sophisticated adults

are perfectly capable of working effectively,

despite personal intimacy,

but clearly you're not a sophisticated adult.

Clearly, I'm not.

I only see black and white, with no grey areas in between...

..and anything that happened between us...

Well, it was a mistake, and we just have to put it behind us.

You're right. It was a mistake. But not the biggest you've made.

All we found on our recce was a churchyard.

Quiet. Secluded. Plenty of places to hide something.

The only problem that Danny faced

was finding the exact spot that he had hidden his list,

days, weeks or possibly even months later.

What's going on here?

- We're... - Searching burial records.

- Her? - We needed a place to work.

- In our home? - We're searching for evidence.

- Really? - She's pieced together

how Danny Waldron's mind worked.

She's had experience of avoiding coppers.

I'm desperate.

I'm going to get petrol and some chocolate.

When I come back, she'd better be gone.

What was the name of the boys' home, again?

Sands View.

Plot 121: Lenora Sands.

- I'm going alone. - Steve, don't.

- Need a lift? - No.

I'll call you if I find anything.

They're splitting up.

You take Steve.

- DC Fleming. - Kate, it's me.

Look, Lindsay looked like she'd led Steve on a wild-goose chase.

Poor bastard.

Yeah, well, don't you feel too sorry for him.

Why?

That lead on Steve. It looks like it's gonna pan out.

He really did plant that money at Lindsay's.

I'm sorry.

I thought you'd want to know before it's common knowledge.

Yeah. Thanks.

Sorry.

Kate?

You were following me?

- What are you doing here? - Looking for the list.

For Christ's sake, Steve. Whatever's going on

between you and Lindsay, I don't give a shit any more.

Danny was onto something, and I'm trying to solve this case.

You're not solving anything. Lindsay's making a tit of you.

You and your new partner deserve each other.

- What's that supposed to mean? - There's no list here, Steve.

Then Lindsay's gonna get what's coming.

Well, she's not the only one.

I trusted you. We were partners.

He's on the first machine.

Thanks.

- Hi, Joe. DC Fleming. - Yeah, I remember.

I need you to look at some material

from our inquiry into Sands View -

photos of individuals of a certain age and appearance -

to see if one could be the police officer

you or the other lads made a complaint to.

OK. Well, show us them, then.

Sorry. There are strict rules on photographic identification.

You'll need to accompany me to a police station.

DI Denton. Did this man come in here, early one morning,

about two months ago?

- I'd have to check. - Great.

I'm looking at 7 June, around 8am.

Joe, what is it? Joe? It's OK.

It's OK.

OK.

- All right? - Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

Steve?

Only me. Lindsay Denton, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of impersonating a police officer.

As you're on licence, that means prison. What a crying shame.

No. Just wait. Wait.

Listen. Right?

Don't take me to a police station.

I request AC-12. I'm gonna make a statement.

No skin off my nose.

I thought it was Steve's car - till I saw the registration.

Yeah, well, my Ferrari's in the shop,

so I had to get a car-pool job with the rest of the rabble.

No back roads. Just stick to the main drag.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna put my hand on your knee,

if that's what you think.

So, what's all this big news you've got for us, then?

All in good time.

I said no back roads.

Change of plan. Nearest station's Polk Avenue.

They can charge you for impersonating a police officer.

That's you back inside. End of.

OK, listen.

I found Danny Waldron's list.

The VIPs who were abusing boys at Sands View.

How did you manage that?

It didn't make sense for Danny to make a hard copy of the list

that could be lost or destroyed. He'd make an on-line copy.

You'd have seized his computers.

Yeah, obviously.

He'd use a device that couldn't be traced to him,

and I spotted an internet café just off his route home.

He used a webcam on a computer

to capture an image of the original list.

So, how did you manage to crack his passwords and that?

You'd harvested his user-names and passwords on his phone,

computer and on-line accounts. They're on here.

Fortunately, people recycle user-names and passwords.

How did you manage to find his email? We looked everywhere.

Danny was smart enough to keep the email only as a draft.

If it isn't sent, it can't be traced.

Thought of everything, haven't you?

I have, indeed.

I deleted Danny's draft.

The only place that list exists

is as a draft in my email account.

So, you take me to AC-12 and I'll hand it over.

At a price, naturally.

What price would that be?

My convictions quashed. A full pardon.

A clean slate? A fresh start?

- Are you making fun of me? - Actually, I wasn't.

You just take me to AC-12. All right?

You know what? Don't worry. I'm gonna call them myself.

Look, AC-12 want nothing to do with you.

They just want you in prison.

What, you're different somehow, are you?

I know you took that bribe, Lindsay.

But you didn't do it for the money, did you?

You took it because you wanted to find a young girl...

who was being groomed by Hunter and his cronies.

- How do you know that? - 50 grand the first time.

100 grand this time?

- What? - Face facts, Lindsay.

Your old life?

No. That's a pipe dream.

It's gone.

Yeah, it's sad.

The only way you can get a fresh start...

Well, do I have to spell it out?

100 grand, and you forget about all of this. That list included.

All you have to do is forget about everything.

All of this.

Take the money, you mad bitch, and stay out of it!

What are you doing?

Why don't you just take the money?

Because I'm a police officer!

DI Cottan, we are two feet apart in a confined space.

Frankly, for you, this is a forensic ground-zero.

Don't do that.

You had four, five people killed, and me framed.

I expect you had Danny Waldron killed, too.

And never a single speck of blood on your hands.

You want to shoot me?

You go ahead.

If it sends you to prison, that is my job done.

Do not send that message.

You're just a go-between.

You're a weasel.

Other people do your dirty work for you.

Now, you put that gun away.

You take me to AC-12.

Let's see what they all think when I bring you in.

When I bring in the Caddy.

No.

No!