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It's called Operation Pear Tree.

Our brief was to embed
an undercover officer

within an organised crime group.

Detective Sergeant John Corbett.

Go, go, go!

Drinks are on me, lads.

[CHEERING]

- Who am I talking to?
- Just answer.

We're tooled up, ready for a raid.
I want to plan it.

He believed he was on to the top man.

- Who?
- Just a code name.

H?

Hilton.

He was the senior police officer
who was running

the show for organised crime.

H, finally.

Well done, everybody.

My senior legal counsel, Gill Biggeloe.

You don't mind if she sits in?

I'm here to ask you one more time
to sign the papers.

Since retiring, I've joined a mate's
property development business,

and one of our new projects
is the Kettle Bell Complex.

Our terms of business include
compensating the original investors.

Detective Chief
Superintendent Hargreaves.

Gaffer thinks he knows the
magic words to make them talk.

Don't they all?

- I'll call you.
- By the hairs on your chinny-chin-chin!

I'm just trying to get to the truth.

The top brass,
they don't want me to succeed.

There's a bent copper running
organised crime, I'm sure of it.

Everything I've said is
the God's honest truth,

and I'll prove it. But that depends
if you've got the guts to listen.

Or are you just another lap dog
for Hastings and the rest of them?

I've been developing a CHIS
who hears things about the OCG.

Someone I should know about?

No. Definitely not something
to bother a DI about.

We'll go after the bent bastards,
whatever it takes.

But once you're in,
there's no turning back.

Are you in?

KF-1 to KF-6 are a series of images
of individuals known to be part of

a clandestine network
of corrupt police officers.

PS Cafferty, do you see the person
who recruited you?

Right, lads.

The Eastfield Depot.

Used by three police forces to store all

the good stuff they use in evidence.

Drugs, cash, jewels, precious metals.

Proceeds of robberies.

It's one of the most securely
guarded facilities in the area.

But since we acquired a couple of
dozen automatic assault rifles from

the ballistics job, well, then we've
got the firepower to get inside.

This is a complicated job.

No disrespect.

None taken.

After I came out of Altcourse,
I knocked up some false documents

to help me brother out
with a security job in Iraq.

We were guarding
high security facilities.

I've seen what it takes to defend them,

so I know what it takes to raid them.

We've got these plans,
plus some basic information from

the AFOs we've been using.

There's a routine pick-up,
we've got the driver.

Instead of the planned pick-up,

we hijack the empty lorry to do our job.

And higher levels of our organisation

have bent coppers in their pocket.

You just said we had the firepower.

Yeah, but hopefully that's just for show.

A big shoot-out'll bring
every copper in the area

out on a blue light.

We need time to load the lorry.

Best way to do that is to get in quietly.

That means inside men.

You make the necessary contacts.

Bent coppers.

We could call her back in,
show her a range of images

and try and make it evidential.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Yeah, you were saying?

We've been following up on a possible ID

made by PS Jane Cafferty.

Yeah, well, I'm glad you're
getting round to that.

The last time I looked,
I was still in charge around here.

- Sir.
- Sir.

To be fair, sir,
the ID wasn't evidential.

Cafferty claims she was recruited
by a corrupt police officer

with established links
to organised crime.

I was pursuing a lead,
just covering all the possibilities.

Some possibilities
being Cafferty's mistaken,

or she's bargaining for immunity.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry, sir. That's why we held back.

Look, Dot's a stick
for everyone to beat us with.

They know he undermines our credibility.

Yeah, well, no more skulking around, OK?

- There's no secrets in AC-12.
- Sir.

Sorry I'm late.

You're all right. I'm early.

Another?

Well, let's wait and see if
we've something to celebrate first.

- Yes, sir?
- Two more of those, please.

We can secure your investment
with a deposit payment.

I've got all the paperwork.

What's the deposit?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Yeah, I know. How much?

100 grand.

[TED SCOFFS]

Ted, wait, wait, wait.
There's a way around it.

Part of the deal is to
recoup your original losses.

We can set up a loan facility
against the credit you'll receive

when those losses are paid back.

Look, you've told me your situation.

You've sold the family home,
you're living out of a hotel room,

your missus is in a poky little flat.

This'll put all that in reverse.

We're both seasoned coppers.

We've risked our lives and
stood all the crap they rain down.

Haven't we earned a payday?

What do I owe you?

Any news?

Yeah. Things are falling into place.

I'm onto a bent copper
that can get us into Eastfield.

OK.

It's me. It's John Clayton.

Can you hear me?

_

_

Yeah, definitely.

There's drugs, probably double figures.

Cash, bullion, jewellery,
another set of double figures.

Look, we're talking millions.

As far as the risk goes, we can
minimise that by using your assets,

bent coppers.

Obviously, if you need anything
more from our end, well, then...

_

Great. Thanks.

Any new orders for me?

_

Who is it, Lise?
Who am I giving all this info to?

H?

Truth is...

...I don't know, John.

For my own good,
I plan to keep it that way.

I've had enough of this game.

This is how he operates. He's one of us.

Is he?

Or is he one of them?

Same thing...

...if you're bent enough.

This other copper you've got
on the Eastfield job,

he'd best be there on the night.

He's never going to go for that.

He's got to be there, in the same trench,

for our security.

I'm not having this bent bastard
cross us.

OK.

Shit.

- All right, mate?
- All right.

It's a bit brass monkeys tonight,
isn't it?

Right, no time for small talk.

There's a girl on the unit.

Name's Lisa McQueen.

I've got her reaching out
to bent coppers.

She's also the one that
makes contact with the

higher levels of the organisation.

- How?
- Laptop.

We talk via an audio link.
The replies come up as a text.

Any username or IP address?

No, sorry, mate.

This is McQueen's burner number.

It's for surveillance only.

Don't go making any kind of moves
without clearing it with me first.

Got it.

Look, John, the stuff you've done...

...we're after you.

It would be easier for you to
come in and work with all of us.

No, no, no, way.

Look, the deal we made, mate,
it's for keeps.

We go after the bent bastards,
no matter how high,

no matter what it takes.

Look, we're in this together!

_

- Sarge.
- Yeah?

We've been provided with the
metadata on the phone number

you gave me for Lisa McQueen.

All the numbers the user's
called recently

are of the same type.
Unregistered, pay-as-you-go devices.

Burner phones.

And some have already
gone out of service,

suggesting they use them for only
a few days at a time

before disposing of them. But while
she remains on this device,

we can identify her calls
and track her location.

I've had signal strength triangulation

authorised by the Gaffer.
The user's current movements

place her in the Moss Heath area.

- Good work.
- Sarge.

Liz, James. Surveillance op. Let's go.

Don't know how long I'll be.

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

This is a surveillance image
captured on the Borogrove Estate

that appears to show an OCG Nominal
I encountered in 2012

during our inquiry into DCI Tony Gates.

Recognition software gives
a 99.5% probability

the image represents
Miroslav Minkowicz, as he is today.

Minkowicz is a violent offender,
considered extremely dangerous.

Surveillance of Lisa McQueen,
the female OCG nominal,

has identified two locations
of interest to our inquiry.

Pulton House on the Borogrove Estate,

where McQueen spent over an hour,

and Kingsgate Printing Services.

So what do we know about
this block on the Grove?

Six flats. All were
a cash purchase four months ago.

Now, we're trying to trace the owners,

but there's every chance
they're a front for the OCG.

Surveillance images.

Various visitors.

Recognition software
indicates a number of them

are on the sex offenders' register.

Now, we were particularly interested
in the period McQueen was there.

This image shows a figure
leaving via a back exit.

Any recognition data?

Unfortunately not, sir.

We've blown it up, but we can't
visualise any features.

But we're keeping the image
on file in case biometrics match

- a suspect down the line.
- Good.

There are only two reasons
an OCG would use this house,

drugs and prostitution.

All the visitors were male,
with the exception of McQueen.

No females seen entering
or exiting the property?

Correct.

Sir, DI Fleming's right, but we
still haven't determined for certain

the nature of what occurs
at these premises.

McQueen's still carrying out contacts,

possibly with corrupt police officers.

If we go in, we risk missing out
on future leads.

Same applies to raiding the
print shop to arrest the UCO.

We might miss out on apprehending
every member of the OCG.

Look, Steve,

I know this Minkowicz guy
is the guy that tortured you,

and we all want him behind bars,

but Kate has raised a vulnerability
issue here we cannot ignore.

There's a strong suggestion
women in that block are being

kept in modern-day slavery
to provide sexual services.

Our duty is to protect them.

So we will carry out that duty,

and we will raid the house,
and raid the print shop.

Sir.

Good. Now we're sucking diesel.

This is the lorry.

Payload, 3.5 tonne.

We can't take everything.
We've got to be selective.

What about the security guards?

These are our guys.

They've already organised their shifts

so they'll be on when the lorries arrive.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

Bird's been on my case for days.

Best just give her
what's she's gagging for, huh?

That'd take all of us.

- [SNIGGERING]
- Including her!

Hi, love. What are you wearing?

We're going to hit Pulton House
and Kingsgate Printing Services.

You sound a bit overdressed to me.

This was out of my hands, mate,
you've got to understand.

Do you think you could sort
your sex life out another time?

Yeah, all right, all right.

All right. Look, I'm in work.

I've got to go.

I'll bell you later.

All right, ta-ra.

OK, so we're getting
an inventory of what's in there.

Cash in there from
the Nottingham bank job,

bullion from the A5 security van hold-up,

and jewels off of the safe
deposit job in Wolverhampton.

[LISA'S VOICE FADES OUT]

- Armed police!
- Armed police!

Armed police! Do not move!

Armed police! Don't move!

- Don't move!
- Hands above your head!

- Armed police!
- Armed police! Don't move!

Hands on your head!
Hands on your head! Over here!

Keep still!

Put your hands behind your back!
Face the wall!

On your knees! Now!
Keep your hands on your head!

All clear.

Face the wall!

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Hands behind your back!

Shit.

Cuff him. Get them out.

You're OK, Miss, all right?
No-one's going to hurt you.

Christ, these have all got locks
on the outside.

Armed police. Whoever's in there,
please stand clear of the door.

We've going to break in.
No-one's going to hurt you.

Do it.

Clear!

Oh, Christ, how old is she?

It's all right.

You're safe now. It's OK.

Take care of her.

DS Arnott. Superintendent Hastings.

Carry on.

The OCG had vacated the premises,
only the workers left.

How the hell did they know?

Any other notable findings in the safe?

No. Not yet, sir.

[TYRES SCREECH]

What are you playing at?!

- We had an agreement!
- I know.

Hitting the print shop like that,
I couldn't let that happen.

Have you any idea how many potential
leads have gone up the spout?

The risks I take!

John, I know you do.
But you're right to be pissed off.

You know? You're anti-corruption,
but yet you go on like

you haven't got the first clue
about the damage bent coppers cause.

Look, I'm the last one to defend
what they do to the livestock.

Right, and if them girls are free,
then good luck to them.

Look, it all comes down to politics.

No-one wants it coming out
that organised crime depends on

bent coppers, and for all I know,
there could be a bent copper

at the top of the tree
pulling all the strings.

Powell lost her bottle.
Maybe you have, too.

No. I'm in. Whatever it takes, I'm in.

Who gave the order?

Hastings?!

Look, there's a reason we had
to pull out of the print shop.

There's a big job Thursday night.

What's the plan? Who's involved?

After last time? You get the bare bones.

There's a routine transport.

We've paid the driver off,
and the security guards as well.

But they're just small fry.
There's going to be a big fish.

A senior police officer
who's been pulling strings to

make sure that we don't have
half the force descending on us.

Wait. What place are you on about?

Eastfield Depot.

You're kidding.

No.

I need more info than that.

Look, you'll get the OCG.
But, most importantly, you'll get to

nick a high-ranking
corrupt police officer.

H?

Just make sure you're in place
with the surveillance

- and the firepower to take them on.
- Look, John!

I need the name of the corrupt officer.

Like I'd take the risk of telling you.

There's people in high places
who don't want this coming out.

Come on, mate.

I need more.

All right?

All right.

- How'd you know?
- Know what?

To clear out the print shop.

I didn't.

It's common sense.

When you're planning a big job,
you keep moving on.

I wish I HAD known. Then I could've
warned about the brothel, as well.

Just lucky, then?

Yeah. Yeah, that's me, Lise.

I've always been a lucky lad.

Gill. I wasn't expecting you.

I had a meeting
with the PCC this morning.

Oh?

What can I say?

We're throwing
a lot of resources at the problem,

but Corbett's still at large.

The PCC's anxious for a breakthrough.

You know, don't worry, we're close.

We're going to get our man.

I also had to talk Rohan down
after we found out

that Deputy Chief Constable Wise
had agreed to suppress the

red notice against Maneet Bindra.

DCC Wise accepted the evidence

that Maneet Bindra was acting undercover.

Andrea was only appointed
because she's a woman.

The DCC oversees anti-corruption.

Being female, she can't be a Mason.

Speaking of which, I understand
that you have finally promoted

a female inspector, DI Fleming?

Kate.

Yeah, yeah, great wee girl,
doing a bang-up job.

Mind you, that is exactly what a
sexist would do to cover his tracks.

What?

I'm just pulling your leg!

Find Corbett, Ted,

and then all this other bullshit
will vanish like the bullshit it is.

Mariana, can you tell me
about anyone who came

to the house yesterday?

We're particularly
interested in a woman who visited.

[WOMAN TRANSLATES]

[MARIANA SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE]

Normally, they only bring
men into the house,

but there was a woman,
and she spoke with one of the men.

Can you tell us more about this man?

Boss, might have got something
out of the brothel.

Great.

Through the interpreter,
one of the girls said

she glimpsed a woman matching
Lisa McQueen's description,

around the time we know McQueen
was in there.

She, McQueen, was seen taking
one of the Johns into a bedroom.

She wasn't providing sexual services?

The girl said the John
appeared surprised by McQueen,

maybe even intimidated,
but about what, she doesn't know.

Description?

Middle-aged, average height, or just
above, heavy-ish build, light hair.

She believes this could be him.

Any distinguishing features?

The girl doesn't know enough English
to identify a specific region,

but she thinks he had a
strong accent, definitely not local.

- OK.
- Kate...

...we need to talk.

What's up, mate?

The CHIS who's been giving me
intel on the OCG...

...it's Corbett.

Look, I should have told you earlier.

No, really?

I didn't know how it
was going to play out.

I was protecting you.

What? Because I'm a DI?
That's bullshit, Steve.

You'd have never have held out on me
when we were both DSs.

- It's the truth.
- Christ's sake, Steve!

Corbett's insisted we met
on the DL because he's convinced

there's a high-level conspiracy
to suppress his investigation.

Who? Who at high level?

He reckoned DSU Powell sabotaged
his efforts to gather intelligence

on senior police officers
colluding with organised crime.

He also expressed suspicions about
the Gaffer.

Right.

What's he got to back it up?

The raids on the print shop
and the brothel.

There is no way, in this day and
age, the Gaffer would have ignored

the vulnerability of the women
in that brothel.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

This is the reason
I had to tell you about Corbett.

Oh, Jesus.

Let's go.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Yep?

What's going on?
You look like a couple of kids

who've been caught robbing an orchard.

Sir, I've made contact
with DS John Corbett.

Dear God. How?

Corbett reached out
to Steve directly, sir.

Well, that's the ticket. Do you
think we can lure him to a meeting?

Steve's already had one, sir.

You have?

Four.

And who was with you?

No-one.

Oh, for Christ's sake, son, you've
just broken every rule in the book!

Sir, it's not what you might think.

A couple of times, he ambushed me.

The others wouldn't have happened
if I wasn't on my own.

Yeah, for good reason!
For your own safety,

- and for proper authorisation!
- I thought it best not to jeopardise

the contact, to try and develop
a supply line of intelligence.

- Did you know about this?
- Yes, I did.

Sir, I didn't tell Kate at first.

Soon as I did, she took
the decision to include you.

I should report you, DS Arnott,

if it wouldn't cause a bigger stink
than we have already!

Did you think of reporting
to your seniors?

What about arresting John Corbett,
did that occur to you?

Corbett claims he was forced to
commit offences to maintain

- his cover.
- Sir, Steve's built a rapport.

Corbett's the CHIS he's been using.

He's enabled us to detect
Jane Cafferty's corruption,

apprehend Lee Banks, identify
Miroslav Minkowicz and Lisa McQueen,

and break up an important element
of their sex trafficking operation.

It does appear Corbett's still
carrying out

- an undercover operation.
- "Appear."

And now he's relayed intelligence
on a planned armed robbery of the

- Eastfield Depot.
- Eastfield?

What's he got backing him up there,
a Panzer division?

Communication with the higher
levels of the OCG have been

carried out via a computer link.

Corbett's disclosed the
robbery's been planned

with the collusion of a corrupt
senior police officer.

Any details on this officer?

No, sir,
I've not been provided with an ID.

Sir, this is a chance to crack
the highest-level link

between corrupt officers
and organised crime,

possibly even the top man.

Look, if we are contemplating
collaborating with John Corbett,

and that's a big if, we cannot
allow this to blow up in our faces.

He will go to jail, come what may,
I can promise you that.

I'm going to have to run this
past the DCC.

But, look...

...you're my best team.

If this is how you want to call it...

...I will back you to the hilt.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Off you go.

One thing.

Yeah?

The raid on the print shop,
any reason they knew to clear out?

No.

Christ's sake, Steve.

_

MALE ON RADIO: Alpha Charlie
Eight Two, sit rep, no obs.

FEMALE ON RADIO: Alpha Charlie
Nine Six, sit rep, no obs.

MALE ON RADIO: Eastfield from
Transport, ETA five minutes.

- RADIO: Copy that.
- John!

Where's your man? I thought
you said promises had been made!

They have.

I want that bent bastard here with
us, taking the same risk we are.

How do we know he's not going
to set us up?

- You want to call it off?
- No way.

How's it going to look
when we say we bottled it?

Right. Come on, let's go. Let's go.
Let's get these cars going.

- Come on, let's move!
- [ENGINES START]

Come on!

That's the planned transport.

FEMALE ON RADIO: Alpha Charlie
Nine Six, obs on LGV.

Bravo Echo Six Five India.

One of these security guards
looks at us the wrong way,

no beating around the bush,
we're straight out of here.

Yeah? Got it.

MALE ON RADIO: Alpha Charlie
Eight Two, obs on 3 SUVs

entering main gate.

Right, game on.

Corbett was right.

Security's definitely in on it.

Sharon, snap those security guards.

FEMALE ON RADIO: Three Seven Eight
Two, snap those security guards.

- MALE ON RADIO: Eight Two received.
- SHUTTER CLICKS

Right, weapons.

I've got four M4s...

Right, everyone stay calm,

and no-one gets hurt, it's just for show.

- Hands above your heads!
- Don't even think about it, dickhead!

Move. Hands behind your back.

KATE: They're going for the CCTV.

CORBETT: Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Back it up! Keep coming.

Come on.

Sharon, get as much as you can.

Get the cars turned round.

[ENGINES START]

Keep going. Come on!

We can't tell if there's
a corrupt officer in among them.

Good lad. Good lad. Well done.

Come on! Everybody, keep moving!

Keep moving!

We got a signal?

Yeah.

All trackers active.

The bent copper's a no-show.

We've got a good haul.
I say we get the hell out.

John, let's not push our luck.

No, let's keep going.

Keep loading! Keep loading!

Alpha Charlie Three Seven, sit rep.

HASTINGS: Alpha Charlie One Zero,
receiving.

Sir, OCG have entered the depot.
Currently all going as planned.

Received. Standing by.

[SIRENS BLARE IN DISTANCE]

Ah, shit!

The bent bastard's crossed us!

What the hell's going on?

Turn your radios up.

Who's got the pool radio? Come on!

MALE ON RADIO: Charlie Yankee Three
Five, status zero, Farmers Lane.

Status zero, Farmers Lane.

Farmers Lane,
that's only a few minutes from here.

FEMALE ON RADIO:
Local units state five, stand by.

KATE: Charlie Yankee Three Five,
request sit rep.

Control, Three Five, suspect...

We've been targeted for ambush.

Status zero!

HASTINGS: Alpha Charlie One Zero,
I'm picking up a Status Zero call.

You've got a whole firearms unit there.

Sir, this could be
a deliberate diversion.

That's as may be, Kate,
but regs are regs.

First duty, preservation of life.

Divert the AFOs to respond
to the Status Zero.

Three Seven, received.

FEMALE ON RADIO: All units,
status zero, Farmers Lane...

H hasn't showed. We've got
trackers on the goods.

MALE ON RADIO: Lima Oscar Three Six,
state five to Farmers Lane.

Shit.

- You go. Be as quick as you can.
- Ma'am. Kyle, let's go.

Deploy with me.

RADIO: Sierra Zulu Five Two.
State five to Farmers Lane.

Every copper and his dog's on his way!

- We've got to clear out.
- We can't stay here.

Now, come on. Keep loading! Keep going!

LISA: Go, move!

Get moving! Move! Faster!

Come on, lads. Let's go! Let's go!

Move, move, move, move!

Faster!

DS Arnott, AC-12.

We've got firearms cover.

Secure the officers.

Fan out! Secure the area.

Control. Alpha Charlie Four Five.
Status six, Farmers Lane.

Stand by for sit rep.

Received, Four Five. Standing by.

What happened?

We skidded off the road, Sarge.

- They must've put oil down or something.
- "They"?

We saw the OCG in the trees.

Guns and balaclavas.

Move. Everyone, take cover!

Alpha Charlie Four Five.

Armed OCG reported, Farmers Lane.

Received, Four Five.

- All right?
- Yeah.

RADIO: Alpha Charlie Eight Two,

obs on vehicle approaching gatehouse.

Take a reg.

This could be him.

Hey, John.

RADIO: Bravo Tango One Seven.

Hold your fire!

Here he is.

It's a friendly. It's a job car.

Shit!

[SHUTTER CLICKS]

You took your time!

FEMALE ON RADIO: Alpha Charlie
Nine Six, obs on male subject

wearing dark clothing and balaclava.

KATE: What the hell is he doing?

Alpha Charlie Nine Six,
male subject engaged with OCG,

appears to have passed them something,

could be an electronic device.

Christ's sake, he's telling them
about our trackers!

Three Seven to Four Five,
state 12 on three.

Four Five, receiving, state 12.

We have obs on high-ranking nominal
having joined the OCG operation.

I need the AFOs, state six ASAP.

Ma'am, we're in a lockdown here.
Possible firearms threat.

I'm sorry, mate, I'm pulling rank.
I'm making the decision as TFC.

Deploy me one vehicle
and three AFOs, ASAP.

Received.

We're moving out.
One vehicle, three AFOs with me!

- Kyle, stay here with them.
- Got it.

- You can't leave us here, Sarge.
- Sorry, mate.

Paul, Andy, deploy with DS Arnott.

LISA: Right, that's all the trackers.

Let's go!

What if this bent bastard
still does the dirty on us?

Come on, Steve.

Come on.

What you waiting for?!

John?

RAPID GUNFIRE, SCREAMS

Shit!

LISA: Bloody hell, John!

He crossed us! Come on! Let's go!

[ENGINE STARTS]

Control, Alpha Charlie Three Seven,
Status Zero at Eastfield Depot.

Urgent ambulance required,
serious casualty, gunshot wounds.

- Received, Three Seven.
- Shit.

Shit!

There's a disused service road
down the back.

Three Seven Four Five, status six.

Nominal's down. We're moving in.

[SIREN BLARES]

One Zero Three Seven, active message.

Alpha Charlie One Zero, do you copy?

Sir, do you copy?

Follow us. Keep following us.

I told you that bent bastard
grassed us up to cover his own arse!

I know a rat when I see one!

Keep on him!

Keep on him!

One Zero, are you receiving?

Oh, Christ!

Shit!

Shit!

HASTINGS: One Zero, what's your sit rep?

Hold on, there's an ambulance coming.

DCS Hargreaves, sir. Can you hear me?

Kate, what's going on?

One Zero, Three Seven, one
in custody, severe gunshot wounds.

He's bleeding out.

- Keep going straight!
- OK.

Go on! Go on!

Go on!

Shit!

Gunshot wounds to the lower limbs,
severe haemorrhaging.

Tourniquets are only
giving partial control,

looks like major arterial bleeds.

Patient has weak pulse with tachycardia,

needs 100% oxygen and rapid IVI.

Sir.

Right. Sir.

This is a right mess. What did they get?

We're estimating
they got away with seized goods

worth in the region of 50 million quid.

That's before you throw in
the evidential losses

- to ongoing inquiries.
- Mother of God.

We had trackers concealed in
every single consignment of value.

Hargreaves tipped them off.

They detected and disposed of them all.

We don't know how he knew.

Right. Who's in charge here?

Serious Crime. DCI Patel over there
with DS Railston.

All right.

We've got AFOs out searching,
but as yet, there's no sign of them.

Thanks.

Everyone's talking about
DCS Hargreaves going missing.

- What's the story?
- HASTINGS: Kate!

Steve?

You know I can't say a word, Sam.

Look, it's probably not the place, but...

Yeah, I'm sorry. I meant to call.

Well, if you were investigating
Hargreaves,

I'm guessing that's why you didn't
want to complicate things.

Yeah.

Sorry, Steve.

I'm telling you, this Corbett fella's

playing us for a bunch of mugs.

But that's OK, cos we can play
that game as well.

PC Bloom, in the early hours
of this morning, March 7th,

your police patrol vehicle left the road

and crashed into a ditch
alongside Farmers Lane.

Correct, Sarge.

In a remark made to me at the scene,

you suggested oil had
been put on the road.

That's right.

You also claimed to have observed
suspects wearing balaclavas,

equipped with firearms,

as a result of which, you
made a Status Zero call.

Yes.

Search of the area found no suspects.

They must have fled
when the cavalry arrived.

OK, makes sense.

And we DID find oil on the road.

Document 14 in your folder,
forensic chemical report.

Great. So everything checks out, then.

Please refer to
Document 15 in your folder.

This is a forensic report
on chemical samples

taken from PC Bloom's hands.

You'll see from Document 15
that minute traces of oil

were detected on PC Bloom's hands.

Document 16.

Chemical comparison of the oil
detected on the road,

and the oil detected on PC Bloom.

Spectrographic analysis gives
a 99.5% probability

that the oil detected on the road
and the oil detected

on PC Bloom's hands came from
the same original source.

You crashed the patrol car,

and then put oil on the road
to make it look like an ambush.

PC Bloom, I've been in consultation
with the Crown Prosecutor

regarding a charge of
conspiracy to commit armed robbery.

Your best option right now
is to tell us who put you up to it.

DCS Hargreaves.

What was the purpose of
the fake Status Zero call?

Hargreaves said that he had to
be in the area at a certain time.

The Status Zero call gave him an excuse.

Mariana, our forensic
investigators carried out

a search of the house
you were being kept in,

and they detected a small freezer
in the back.

Inside the freezer,
they found used condoms.

Can you tell me why that might be?

[WOMAN TRANSLATES]

[MARIANA SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE]

"Some of the men they made me
have sex with,

"they told us,
'Always keep the condoms'."

Did this order apply
to the man you told me

you saw with Lisa McQueen
on the 4th of March?

"Yes."

DS Arnott, AC-12.

I need a custody cell for
a police constable at a station

he isn't known at.

Decker Avenue.

Great. Thanks.

You call me back
when you've got confirmation?

Yeah, thanks.

I heard. Nice one.

Any explanation on where the leak
came from about the trackers?

No.

Looks like Hargreaves
made an educated guess.

How's yours gone?

Well, the trafficked girl alleges
they were under orders to

harvest DNA with certain clients,
used condoms kept in cold storage.

Same blackmail MO they've used before,

capturing DNA to plant at a crime scene.

Possibly Hargreaves WAS being
blackmailed into conspiring

in the robbery,
and he was forced to be there

as security against
double crossing the OCG.

Hence the Status Zero call.

A cover story in case he was
spotted, and had to explain

what he was doing in the vicinity
of the robbery.

The only problem with the
Status Zero call

meant we couldn't apprehend the OCG.

The Gaffer had no choice.

Preservation of life.

Yeah, he had no choice.

Sir, we've reached
threshold on Hargreaves.

We need the trafficked girl to
ID him as soon as he's well enough.

Sir?

The hospital just called.

Detective Chief Superintendent
Hargreaves was pronounced dead

a short while ago.

Hi, Gill.

I was worried I was being stood up.

Yeah. No, I'm sorry about that.

Sorry.

I found a way to pass the time.

Join me?

Yeah. Oh, thanks.

Can I have a whiskey, please?
One piece of ice.

Yes, of course, sir.

Yeah.

How would you characterise
AC-12's endeavours to apprehend

a dangerously unpredictable UCO?

I would say that we've been unlucky.

Yeah.

And we're failing.

Well, not everyone agrees.

- No?
- Some say it's just you that's failing.

I'm not one of them, obviously.

Right.

Ted, I'm on your side.

I don't want this to end badly for you.

I don't want the fiasco of
Operation Pear Tree,

which was not of your making,

to add a disastrous coda to an
otherwise distinguished career.

What are you saying?

You've always put your team, your
department, your principles first.

Maybe the time's come
to look after number one.

How come I've got the sneaking
suspicion that we're

talking about early retirement here?

You're flattering yourself
using the adjective "early"!

Thank you.

I'm glad you said yes to this.

But also a teeny bit surprised.

Yeah, well...

It's like you said,
we're both on the same side.

I meant your...

...personal situation.

Yeah, well, that's personal, isn't it?

So nothing's changed?

Honestly?

Hence you said yes to tonight.

Yeah, well, it's only dinner.

Yeah.

It's only dinner.

You screwed me over! I trusted you.

You were meant to be there
to nick the bent bastard!

Is that why you murdered him?!

He's dead?

What do you expect when you unload
an automatic rifle at someone?!

No, I aimed low, to wound,

so he wouldn't get away,
so you'd have him for questioning.

Where were you when I needed you?

The Status Zero gave us no choice.
First duty, preserve life.

What kind of mug wouldn't realise
that that was a diversion, eh?

Hastings?

Look, Steve, don't you get it?

He pulled you out of there
so we could get away with the gear.

He's the one calling all the shots.
He's H!

Look, I've had it with your bullshit!

John Corbett, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Lester Har...

[GUNSHOT]

I didn't mean to kill Hargreaves.

But now I have, I've crossed the line.

John, you crossed the line
a long while back.

Police! Get back!

No, that was always to keep my cover,

and it was always someone else
who pulled the trigger.

It wasn't me.

It was their choice.

But this time, it WAS me.

It was MY choice.

I'm on my own...

...and there's no way back.

I couldn't give myself up
even if I wanted to.

No, I'll get this job done my way.

My rules.

We had a deal, and you sold me out.

I trusted you.

This is on you.

It's all on you.

What is?

John, wait.

What is? John!

So it's only...
It's only temporary, obviously.

Temporary, you know.

I'm just going to use your bathroom.

- Hello?
- Mrs Hastings?

Yeah?

I'm sorry to bother you at
such a late hour, Mrs Hastings.

I'm Detective Sergeant
Steve Arnott, AC-12.

Have we... Have we met before?

I think once.

It was a fair while ago. Sorry...

How can I help you, Sergeant?

It's a... It's a sensitive matter.

Would it be possible to talk inside?

Maybe I should phone my husband first.

Of course, ma'am. Yeah. I'll wait.

OK.