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-Armed police!
-Armed police!

You set me up!

Granddad's been diagnosed
with dementia.

Have you seen this
phone before?

It contained text messages.

I think maybe

he slept with me to find
the McLennan safe house.

They were tracking it.

Who's capable of pulling
off these technical marvels?

Amanda Kelman.

Yourself
and Paul Brandice conspired

together in the murder
of the McLennans

at the behest of
Edward Crowther.

The last time I spoke to Paul,
he said he'd developed

feelings for someone else,
not his wife.

I don't know who
John Gibson is

but that's Nigel Frankton.

He works in intelligence.

You said they were
talking about insurance?

Dad had given
it away to the Irishman.

Is that what Frankton
was after

when he hit the safe house?

Eddie thinks
maybe you can

come to an understanding.

He's ready to tell
you everything.

Yeah, it's just here.

No problems.

Right, well, uh, thank you.

So, this is your dad's
place, is it?

Uh, yeah. He's been ill, so he's
been staying at mine.

From time to time I pop in and
collect the post and whatnot.

And then last time,
I left my purse.

And here I was thinking
that was an excuse

to get out of paying
for your round.

Right, well, I, um...

I better go in.

Uh, do you want me to wait

and then I can give
you a lift home?

I mean, I'd like to.

Well, do you want to come in?

To your dad's place?

It's not like he's here.

Sorry, that was a...

silly idea.
It's getting late.

I'd love to come in.

This is
Rezan Crowther.

Please leave a message,
and I will get back to you.

You ignoring my calls now?

How did you find me?

You're outside
Brandice's house.

Took a lucky punt, I guess.

Raj, I didn't want
to drag you into this.

Liz.

Crowther's dead.

-What?
-Found hanging in his cell.

Looked like suicide, but...

He was murdered?

Yeah.

I think maybe he was.

And that's why I came here.

I was worried about you.

You know, I thought you'd
lost the plot,

but when I heard the news...

You said there was something
big going on

that was more than
just Crowther.

And now he's dead, and --

His wife said he
was gonna call me,

that he was ready to talk.

So they shut him up.

Who?

Calls himself John Gibson,

but his real name
is Nigel Frankton,

and he's a senior British
intelligence officer.

That's not possible.

Raj, I'm sorry I lied
to you about the phone,

but right now, I am telling
you the truth.

So what are we gonna do?

I need to get into that house.

His house? How?

Liz, wait.

Look, I've been watching
this place,

there's no one home.

Gemma told me that she'd
taken the kids to her mum's

and I'm guessing she's
going to join them.

Well, what are you
even gonna find in there?

I mean, Wheatley's team have
already been through the place

with a fine-toothed comb.

They didn't know what
they were looking for.

Well, neither do we.
Do we?

Jimmy gave Brandice
his insurance policy.

If it's something incriminating,
something damaging to Frankton,

likelihood it's gonna
be in here.

Okay, well, that's
breaking and entering.

Look, aren't you in
enough trouble already?

Wheatley knows you blagged
your way in

and spoke to Crowther.
She's gonna arrest you on sight.

If you need to go, go now.
I'll never hold it against you.

But I need to figure
out what's going on,

no matter what it takes.

Let's look in his office
first, okay?

So this thing that
we're looking for,

this insurance, you think
Crowther was also chasing it

and that's why he hit
the safe house?

I don't think the hit
has got anything to do

with Crowther.

Frankton's been pulling
the strings all along.

Why?

Well, it's a cover up.

I don't know why he was
working with Crowther,

but whatever they were doing,

Frankton is desperate
to keep a lid on it.

Yeah, well, you need
to report this.

You know, take it up
the command chain.

Without evidence?

Frankton's a British
intelligence officer.

I don't know how high
this goes

or how far reaching his
influence is.

Liz?

Divorce papers?

He signed them,
but Gemma didn't.

It's got nothing
to do with us.

Why has he got this?

What is it?

That's not Brandice's
daughter, is it?

No, it's my sister.

What?

Why's he got a...

Jas?

Mum, I'm so sorry.

I thought it'd be okay,
but I screwed up

and he's gone.
-Listen.

It's all right, love, calm down.

Tell me exactly what's happened.

I took
Granddad out for a walk,

and I left him alone just
for a moment

and he disappeared.
-Disappeared?

-I don't know, he just...
-It'll be okay.

Where are you?
-Landsdown Park.

Okay, well you stay put,

and I will get there
as soon as I can.

All right, love?

My dad's gone missing.

I mean, it couldn't have
anything to with this,

could it?
-I don't know.

Do you need my help?

If you want to help, go
and find out about Crowther.

Whether or not he said
anything before he died.

I'll call you, all right?

Yeah.

It's okay, love.
It's all right.

I should have known
something would happen.

He was getting kind of
confused, and I left him alone.

Okay, so where did
you last see him?

Here, sitting on that bench.

It was going fine, but then
Granddad got heartburn,

wanted milk,
so I went to the cafe,

and when I came back...

I swear I was only gone
like 10 minutes.

You didn't see anybody
hanging around,

watching you, following you?

No.

Mum, I'm scared.
Who would be following me?

No, no, it's okay.

Uh, we're gonna fix
this, I promise.

Why did you come to
this park, love?

Me and Granddad used to
come here when I was little,

walk over together
from his house.

Right, you stay here.

Dad?
Dad, are you here?

Dad?

Bloody hell, Dad.

Oh!

I'm all right.

I tried to open the window.

-- Yeah?
-- And I tripped.

Oh, my God.

Right, Jas, let's see if
we can get him up, yeah?

Come on, love. Okay.

All right, Dad, here we go.
Ready?

One, two, three.

Oh, God.

Shit.

Okay.

It's my leg.

Okay, okay, let's
just take a moment

and figure out what we're
gonna do, okay, Dad?

I think he might have
broken his hip.

Can you go call an ambulance?
9-9-9.

Good girl.
Right, Dad, let's get you, uh,

let's get you comfy.

Here's some pillows.

Okay, Dad.

Can you lift your head up, Dad?

There we go, one.

Let's try this one, too.

There we go, Dad.

Yeah? Yeah?

I don't know.

What happened?

Well, I went out for a walk.

I got a bit lost.

Then I...

Then I came home and...

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

-Okay.
-I don't know.

-It's okay.
-I'm glad you're here, love.

You always seem to
know what to do.

You've never said
that to me before, not once.

You know me.

I always fail to say
the things I should.

More fool me.

Hey.

Maybe we could look
after each other

through our troubles.

Oh, Dad.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

Oh, it's not your fault.

Oh, I'm just a clumsy old fool.

No, no, I mean

the house being searched and...

All I've ever wanted
is to impress you.

That's why I went
into the police.

I wanted to make you proud.

Well, I am.

I am.

I've been reckless, Dad.

At work.

Got myself involved with
somebody I shouldn't have done

and dropped my guard.

I-I told myself I deserve
something, something

just for me,
something selfish, but I...

Then it blew up in my face,
and I've tried to hide it,

but that just made
things much, much worse.

Everyone makes mistakes.

No, but this, it's bad.
This is really bad.

And it's gonna cause
trouble for all of us.

That's the last thing I wanted.

I don't know what you did.

But I do know this.

I could never stay angry
with you, Katherine.

Never.

Dad.

I'm Liz.

Mum's...

I'm gonna go and get you
another pillow.

Yeah?

I won't be a moment.

The ambulance
is on its way.

Okay.

Well done, love.
Um...

I need you to do something
more now,

uh, for Granddad.

You know how I got into
trouble at work?

Well, I need to go
and sort that out.

Now.

But what about Granddad?

I need you to stay with him
in the ambulance,

then at the hospital
until I get there.

Can I trust you to do that?

But I couldn't even
take him for a walk

without messing it up.
-No.

This mess and everything
that has happened,

that is my fault.

And it's up to me
to deal with it.

I know I can trust you
to handle this, Jasmine.

So stay by his bed,
whatever happens.

All right?

I'll do my best, Mum.

I know you will.

I know you will, love.

-It's a microchip.
-That much I know.

I've never
seen it before.

Could it be connected
to Crowther's operation

through Kurdistan?

The heroin trafficking.

Look, when you set up
things out there,

did it involve anything
high tech?

I was organisation.
Big picture.

I didn't get my hands dirty
with the day-to-day stuff.

Well, could you point
me at someone that did?

Look, you talked about
your family,

your children being in danger.

Well, I've got a family, too,

and I've dragged them
into this mess,

and they don't deserve it, so
unless I can sort this out...

Please?

-Yaran Nouri?
-No.

A different guy.

You know Sora Ahmadi.

He said you might be
able to help me.

With what?

Sora said I should tell you

that I'm trying to bring
down the people

who hijacked your movement,

to bring them to justice.

We can talk.

Not here.

I hear you served with

the Kurdish Independence
Movement.

That's over, okay?

Now I drive Ubers.

You ever seen
this before?

I came to this country to
get away from all this shit.

And before you came here,

did you ever meet
Eddie Crowther?

I'll take that as a yes.

I'd heard
the name, okay?

But you met his people
in Kurdistan,

maybe even worked with them?

We were fighting
for freedom,

and we couldn't do it
with stones.

So your group sold
heroin to Crowther

to raise money for weapons?

At first.

What changed?

Crowther.

Leaders of my group, they
cut a new deal with him,

and all of a sudden, we were
getting these better weapons.

British weapons?

Like this one.

Comes from a handheld
missile launcher,

part of a guidance system.

So, better weapons, you
had to provide more heroin?

No.

Same as before.

I wouldn't complain,
except we changed tactics, too.

How?

My group started
doing crazy stuff.

Fighting battles that
weren't our problem.

Operations in Iraq that
didn't help us.

Like someone else was
giving the orders?

Crowther maybe?

But why would a gangster care
about Iraq?

-He wouldn't.
-That's why I left.

To die for freedom,
that's one thing.

To die for, uh,

a deal that someone
made with a gangster...

I'm not stupid, you know?

Thank you.

You've been a big help, Yaran.

-Where are you?
-Police HQ.

I've got it,
the insurance policy.

That photograph, I think

it was a clue Brandice
left for me.

Okay, but the insurance.
What is it?

Well, I need to get that
to someone to confirm it,

but right now, I think
I'm being followed,

so I'm gonna turn my phone off.
You should do the same.

But can you meet
me on the corner

of Cryer and Barclay Street?

I'll be there in 10.

Thanks, Raj.

-Oh, Raj!
-Back seat.

What the fuck?

Shut up, or she's dead.

Drive.

I saw you
at the hospital.

You killed Paul Brandice.

Shut your mouth.

-Where are we going?
-Just drive.

I'm sorry, Raj.
This is my fault.

You should have just gone home.
-You're not wrong.

We've been on his phone
since he was released.

Made you very easy to find.

How?

Kelman.

She gave you access.

Slow down.

Go left.

Keep going.

Stop.

Out, first you, then you.

Go on.

Move.

Now stop.

You there. You there.

Now, did you find something?

Something that belonged
to Jimmy McLennan?

You already know
the answer to that.

Right, nice and easy,
get it out,

put it on the ground
in front of you.

I hid it before
I got in the car.

-You're a liar.
-Put it away for safekeeping.

-Dead liar.
-No, don't!

You know, there are
worse things than dying.

Accidents, nasty
accidents happen

to people you love
after you've gone.

You think I'm bluffing?
So did Jock.

Right up until I put
a bullet in his side.

Ah-ah-ah!

I don't bluff.

Liz, run!

Oh.

9-9-9.
What service do you require?

I need to, um,

report a police officer
shot, maybe dead.

-Okay, love.
-Yeah, I need a --

I need an ambulance here
as soon as possible.

What's your location?

Oh, please.

Please stop.

It's, uh, Clayton Woods
off the M62,

right next to the lake on
the south side, I think.

Thank you.

Dead just before he
could stand up in court.

How inconvenient.

He used a bed sheet.

Some things you can't
guard against

if a prisoner's
determined enough.

So you really think that
this was suicide, then?

I don't know.

Could be the start
of a gang war.

Someone within his own
organisation coming after him.

Or it could be connected to
this business with Liz Nyles.

There'll be an inquiry.

Until that comes in,
speculation's pointless.

Ma'am.

Sorry to disturb,
but can I have a word?

Sure.

Emergency services got
a call about 30 minutes ago

reporting that a police
officer had been shot.

Okay.

They attended the scene and
there was a body, Raj Kohli.

Oh, God.
Is he alive?

Well, it's touch and go,
but the number the call

was made from was
Liz Nyles's phone.

This is
DI Rick Bewley's phone.

Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.

Rick, it's Liz.

I'm in trouble,
I need your help.

More than ever.

Uh, please, can you call me
back as soon as you get this?

Thanks.

What?

That video
was shot by my associate

a few moments ago.

He's still outside the ward,

keeping an eye on your
daughter.

I swear to God, if
he hurts Jasmine...

Please don't
be histrionic.

All I want to do is
come to an arrangement.

An arrangement?

You know what I want.

What?
And if I give it to you?

Then this is over.

You and your family are safe.

Why would I trust you?

Because I want this
to end, too.

It's all gone on far
too long for my liking.

But remember, if you bring
in the police, I will know,

and my man will act.

I'll see you at the McLennan
safe house now. Alone.

Were you always planning
to kill Paul

once he'd done what you needed?

When McLennan turned
on Crowther,

I knew our arrangement was over.

Problem was McLennan
knew a lot more

than he'd led onto police

and I couldn't risk
him revealing it.

All I asked of Paul was
to ascertain exactly

where Jim McLennan was
so I could deal with him.

When Paul realised what I had
to do to maintain security,

he got squeamish.

He decided to save
the McLennans.

And sleeping with me?
To find the McLennan safe house.

Well, I just told him
to do what he had to do

to get close to the family.

Now, please, give me
what I came for.

This circuit board
and storage file.

Slow and steady.

Good.

Now just put them on
the counter to your left,

then step back.

This gun can be traced to
the Crowther organisation,

so it will prove you
were working with him.

And no wonder you wanted
to end it all,

right here, in the exact spot
where your corrupt lover died.

You're a psychopath.

No, I'm a patriot.

Is that why you had
to hide behind a drug dealer?

The UK has foreign
policy goals

that can't be openly pursued.

I help further those goals.

I do things the government
is too weak to do.

You handed over weapons
illegally.

Strategically to the
enemies of our enemies.

Of course, I have to stay
at arm's length,

hence my partnership
with Crowther.

He got money,

I got his distribution network
and him as a front man.

Plausible deniability.

The files on that USB are
downloaded on to my phone,

so you back away,
or I press send

and they go straight to
my colleague Arun Kapoor.

But the files are encrypted.

And even if someone
did decode them,

they're essentially just
accountancy records.

On their own, they're worthless.

No, you've been desperate
to get your hands on them.

Because they contain
an inventory

and the exact serial number
of this circuit board

appears on it.

Taken together, they can
be very damaging,

but without this...

Well, I think
I'll take my chances.

Open up! Police!
Open this door!

Drop the gun!

-Wait.
-Drop the gun, or we will shoot!

Hands behind your head!

All clear.

Pass the zip tie.

Put him in the van.

You're finished.

In the van.

Liz?

Liz?

My daughter's at
Norris Green Hospital.

One of his men's standing
over her.

-Armed?
-I think so.

Right, tell Jardine
we need a team there

as a matter of urgency.

I'm on it.

-Detain her.
-No.

See that she gets
medical attention.

Liz Nyles, I'm arresting you

for breach of your
bail conditions.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention,

when questioned, something which
you later rely on in court.

It's the new bail undertaking.

Sign it and you can go.

-Is Jasmine all right?
-Yeah.

She's at home with your sister.

We also picked up the guy
that was standing over her.

Elliot Hughes.

And Nigel Frankton?

Yeah, we had them both
here ready to charge.

But then the ACC came
down and took custody.

I'm not sure what happened
after that,

but they're gone anyway.

Frankton's
an intelligence officer.

He was smuggling weapons
from the UK,

arming Kurdish separatists
and God knows who else,

using Crowther as cover.

No, that's not possible.

No?
How do you account for all this?

For what you've seen tonight?

I got a call from
Sue Beardsley

saying that the alarm at
the McLennan safe house

had gone off, even though it
previously had been deactivated.

So, given what happened
to Raj Kohli,

I thought it was best
to assume the worst, so,

hence firearms.

You saw what Frankton
was doing.

You must know I'm telling
the truth.

Liz...

I'm just a police officer.

I chase criminals, but I'm...

This is all...

I charged you because
if I hadn't done it,

the ACC would have
and as the arresting officer,

I can release you on
your own recognisance.

But that's all I can do
for you right now, Liz.

I'm sorry.

'Cause you're a brilliant
detective.

But if what you're digging
up is true, it's...

It scares me.

You all right?

You care now, do you,
whether I'm all right or not?

I'm just a liaison.

When a police investigation has
a national security dimension,

I step in to facilitate
communication

between the agencies,
and that's all I did here.

You leaked the location
of Amy McLennan's interview.

You put that girl's
life in danger.

I wasn't leaking.

I was passing on information,
as requested

by a senior British
intelligence officer.

You helped them murder
Paul in his hospital bed.

Scrubbing
the hospital CCTV,

framing DS Kohli,

the death of DS Brandice,

Frankton and Hughes
did those things.

Not me.

And you never suspected
what was going on?

What they were doing with
the information you provided?

If it's any consolation,
I'm also under investigation.

I'll be lucky to keep my job.

And Paul Brandice,
was he a liaison, too?

I was only told what
I needed to know.

Which was precious little.

My best guess is

Frankton needed a serving
police officer

inside protected persons

to infiltrate the McLennan
safe house.

So he gave his ex-army
mate a tap on the shoulder.

Brandice would have assumed
he was participating

in an officially sanctioned
intelligence operation.

Just as I did.

I'll go to the papers.

With what evidence?

They'll shut it down so fast
it'll make your head spin.

Anyway, you think anyone
credible will believe you?

If you backed me, they might.

I've been given one last task.

And that's to convey
the agency's gratitude.

Frankton may have
believed he was

furthering the UK's
foreign policy goals,

but what he did was completely
beyond his authority.

You recovered evidence
of his activities.

So thanks to you,
Frankton and Hughes

will be appropriately
dealt with.

Discretely, in house.

People deserve to
know the truth.

Liz, what Frankton did to
cover his tracks was criminal.

But it worked.

Everything that's happened
will be blamed on Crowther.

And your bosses are
happy with that?

What good would it do
now to expose the truth?

It'll only hurt
the national interest.

And you think I care about
the national bloody interest?

People died.

You're being asked to
hide a bad man's crimes

in order to secure
the greater good.

Isn't that exactly what you did
every day in Protected Persons?

Let this go.

The withholding evidence
charges against you disappear.

Your career restarts.

You think
I care about that?

Well, do you care
about your family?

Do you have any idea what
it would mean for them

if you continue down this path?

Think about the offer.

But not for too long.

Because in the end, they will
put the national interest first.

Even if you don't.

Well, don't you look smart?

Jasmine shaved me.

More than you ever did.

He wanted to look
good to meet the carer.

I hope that means you're
gonna be polite with him, Dad.

I don't want a carer,
I don't need a carer,

and that's what I'll tell him.

If that's rude, then so be it.

He's super excited.

He just doesn't want
to admit it.

You are gonna hang
around, aren't you,

make sure he behaves?

'Course. I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

If things get out of control
or you can't handle it...

I can.

I know.

Right, I'm gonna go, Dad.

No one will blame
you if you stayed home.

I wouldn't.

I want to go.

I need to, all right?

I love you, Mum.

I love you too, darling.

Liz.

Hi.

I didn't think you'd be here.

Yeah, well neither
did my doctor.

I won't tell him if you don't.

You'll be back at
work before you know it.

Don't even joke about that.

I've got six months
of leave coming,

and I aim to enjoy every
minute of it.

When I do get back, though,
I've been offered a promotion.

Plum job with the Met.

As long as you keep
your mouth shut.

I mean, I didn't really
know much about

what was going on anyway.

If it'll make a difference,
I'll speak up,

but I thought for
my family's sake,

maybe it's just better
if we put this behind us.

Fresh start, you know?

You deserve good things.

We both do.

Don't we?

There can be no greater
commitment to duty

than for a police officer
to give his life

in defence of the vulnerable.

Since the terrible
events at Hedgwick Road,

evidence has emerged that
DS Brandice did just that.

Attending the address

to save the family who
were housed there

from an organised crime attack.

To the Brandice family,

I offer my heartfelt
condolences,

and also this promise --

that Paul Brandice's sacrifice
will not be forgotten.

It's quite a turnaround.

One minute he's the villain
of the piece,

next he's the hero.

Whereas you...

I'm glad for them.

For Gemma.

Wheatley put together
a timeline

tracking Brandice's movements,

correlating it with
the surveillance pictures

that he took of you.

Lined it up with the
statements that you made

regarding the affair.

Wheatley's very thorough,
I'm sure.

She started with the assumption
that he slept with you

for information.

Find out where
the safe house was.

That didn't hold up.

Looks like he had all
the information he needed

before you two even
started sleeping together.

Why are you telling me this?

Thought you deserved to know.

What's that look about?

I'm just thinking how
beautiful you are.

Well, that's a line
if ever heard one.

No, it's not.

It's really not.

Hi, love. Everything
all right there?

It's amazing.

This carer guy's
a Rangers fanatic.

Even more than Granddad,
if that's possible.

And right now they're playing
some weird old card game

Granddad learned in the army.

He's not gonna sack him, then?

More likely
ask him to move in.

How about you?
Is it all okay there?

You believe in fresh
starts, Jas?

Um, I guess so.

So do I.

I think everything's
gonna be okay.

I love you, Mum.

I love you too, sweetheart.