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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.