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WOMAN: Units en route.

Flat 56, Regal Court.

MAN: Silver Command, copy.

[Radio static]

WOMAN: Bronze Command same,

Southern 156?

Southern 1 56, copy.

WOMAN: Forward units
on foot.

SERGEANT: Southern 156, copy.

MAN 2: I have Alpha team
coming in low,

Bravo team high.

SERGEANT: Southern 156,
copy that.

Bravo overlooking,
moving into position.

MAN: Waiting on Gold.
Order imminent.

Southern 1 56 standing by.

Bravo seconds away.

MAN: Alpha, sit rep.

We're in, going up.

Alpha in the building.

ETA less than a minute.
We need a decision.

Southern 1 56,

still waiting on the order.

Fifth floor.

Southern 1 56,

Bravo, are you visual?

Negative.

Where's that bloody order?!

MAN: Southern 156,
Gold has signed off

on Health and Safety.

We need you to complete
the Risk Assessment.

We need that paperwork.

It's done.

Fahrenheit.

Could you repeat
Fahrenheit?

Fahrenheit.

What the hell,
where's the...

SERGEANT: Just go.

Flat 56. Flat 56.

Go, go, go!

He's armed.

[Baby cries]

All units, shots fired!

Shots fired!

[Baby crying]

[Screaming]

Get down!

Don't move!

Jesus Christ!
There's no bomb, Col!

There's no bloody bomb!

[Crying continues]

It's all right.

With me, now!

[Door smashes]

It's clear, Sarge.

[Siren wailing]

Come on.

[Baby crying]

You got to the flat.

You shouted, "Armed police."

You heard something
going on inside, a struggle,

a fight, or something.

Southern 1 56
gave you the order to go in.

The suspect's there,
he's acting aggressive.

You shout,
"Surrender, armed police."

The suspect doesn't comply.

He comes for you.

You've got no choice.

MAN: I've got kids
of my own, sir.

If I could do anything
different --

I want those statements
copper-plated by noon.

Got it?

ALL: Yes, sir.

[Reporters shouting questions]

I take pride in the courage
and professionalism

of my counter-terrorism
officers.

To say any more
risks prejudicing the inquest.

Thank you.

[Shouting questions]

WOMAN: When Karim Ali
came to this country,

he told his wife that here
it would be different.

The police don't break
into your house

and hurt innocent people.

He told her that in England,
the police are good men.

[Reporters shouting]

MAN: This is a complex
and emotive case.

Following depositions
from legal representatives,

I grant a period of six weeks

to gather all relevant
evidence and statements.

This inquest
is hereby adjourned.

MAN: All rise for
Her Majesty's Coroner.

What the bloody hell
is this?

They misread the number
on the door.

They mistook a baby sling
for a bomb harness.

I ordered a statement
corroborating

that the firearms squad observed
threatening behavior.

Surveillance watched
the flat for two weeks,

then we got scrambled
with an hour's notice.

The op was well planned
and executed.

It was a runaway train.

Admit our mistake,

apologize, and get on
with the job

of finding
the actual terrorists.

You pointing the finger
at your own?

It took guts for our blokes
to go in there

thinking a suicide bomber was
going to blow them to pieces.

Then write the same bloody
statement they did.

An innocent man
was killed, sir.

I won't lie.

You passed on the order.

Where were your reservations
when it mattered?

You're finished.

You passed on the order.

[Crying]

Where were your reservations
when it mattered?

You're finished.

Is it Stephen or Steve?

Steve.

Thanks for accepting
the offer, Steve.

Welcome to Anti-Corruption.

As you can see,

we've got a number of active
investigations at present.

STEVE: Why are there
empty desks?

You should look on this
as a promotion, Steve.

If you want to get
anywhere in the job these days,

Anti-Corruption's a big tick
on the old CV.

This will be good for me.

That's the ticket.

Your shooting...

have you any idea
how many people

have died as a direct result

of police action in
the last 1 0 years, Steve?

No, I don't.

Well, as with all firearms
incidents,

it's gone upstairs
to the lPCC.

But Karim Ali,

the man who was
accidentally killed,

he's an illegal immigrant.

So is his missus.

It wasn't your fault, son.

A clean break.
Pastures new.

Come on.

I've a very special case
for you.

[Telephone ringing]

WOMAN: Hello.

Hey, it's me.

I'm on my way.

I will be there in...

five minutes, I promise.

WOMAN: Okay.

Whoa.

Plod.

Better make that 1 0.

[Chuckles]

I brought my business trip
forward to today.

-I'm sorry about tonight.
-No.

-It's your night.
-Ha.

Only the most glamorous
night of the year.

Yeah, hardly.

What are you going to do
to make it up to me?

Fancy a bacon bap?

[Both chuckle]

Next, you'll be trying to get me

on the back seat of
your Ford Capri.

Man, those were the days, eh?

God, I miss that car.

[Smacks leg]

[Chuckles]

I'll call you if I get back
before it's too late.

Okay.

I think...

we could just dash
back to yours

before you have to go.

-[Woman screams]
-MAN: Shut up!

WOMAN: My baby!
Get away!

Tony!

WOMAN: Help! Help!

MAN: Shut up!

Hey, hey!

[Grunting]

You okay, darling?

You okay?

Stay there!

-ls the baby okay?
-Yeah.

The police are coming.

They're already here.

On the house.

Thank you.

MAN: Officer of the year

Detective Chief lnspector
Anthony Gates.

[Applause]

Tony Gates returns the best
crime figures in the job.

No one's that good.

What's his secret, Steve?

[Cheering]

MAN: He'll be after your
job next, Derek.

-Or yours, sir!
-Oh, I don't think so.

I think I've
reached my level, sir.

Any higher and I'll actually
have to

read those Home Office
e-mails, eh?

[Laughter]

Would you excuse me, please?

Sir.

[Mobile buzzing]

Jackie.

Hey, hey, hey.
Calm down.

What's going on?

Oh, Tony, thank God.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry I've ruined
your night,

I'm really sorry...

Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no.

We are going to be calm
and clear-headed

and then maybe I'll be able
to help you.

[Sobbing quietly]

As soon as we agreed
the deal,

someone cracked open
a bottle of champagne.

Okay, how much did you have?

We went on to a wine bar.

Oh, Christ, Jackie.

[Sobs]

I've been a bloody idiot.

Just tell me what happened.

I hit something.

What?

Well, the road was dark,

I don't know,

I thought it was a sign
or a bollard or something.

Jackie...

what did you hit?

A dog.

A -- a dog?

Yeah.

You'll be fine.

People round here,
they report everything.

What if someone saw my car?
I'm known.

You're overreacting,
that's all.

I was drinking all night.

The bar staff, they saw what
I was putting away.

Where's your car?

Tony...

I've already got
a conviction for drink driving.

One more
and I go to prison.

Where's your car?

I called you,

and you didn't answer.

Jackie!

I reported it stolen.

It's an 80-grand motor with
an immobilizer, Jackie.

They'd need the keys.

-Where are the keys?
-I'm sorry, I panicked.

-Where are the keys?!
-Okay, oh!

I don't know.

Here.

Okay.

What are you going to do?

Thank you.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to wake you.

That's okay.

How'd it go?

It was brilliant.

I'm so proud of you.

[Horns honking]

Mr. Butterfield,

I'm Detective Constable
Kate Fleming, Central ClD.

Oh, pleased to meet you.

First, let me say

how bad I feel
for what's happened to you.

It must have been a very
frightening experience.

How are you feeling?

Well, l...

I just want
something done.

It would help us empathize

with your experience,
sir, if we heard it firsthand.

BUTTERFlELD: What?

Well, I came in today
because I thought you'd

made some progress.

I'm sorry, Mr. Butterfield,

but unless we have hard physical
evidence that leads us

to an offender,
it's very difficult --

Well, I've been burgled
three times

this year already.

Every time, it's someone new,

who's been given the file
and who wants to "empathize"

all over again.

[Mutters in disgust]

Mr. Butterfield,

just wait.

If you can just take my number,

you can call me
day or night.

Let's see what we can do
to get them this time.

Yeah.
Thank you.

[Door opens]

[Knock on door]

[Knock on door]

DC Kate Fleming
to see you, sir.

Thank you.

[Door closes]

You wanted to see me, sir?

Uh, there's
a crime number,

DCl Gates' double-arrest

outside a cafe
in Kingsgate.

Yeah, I processed
the arrests, sir.

"Robbery, assault with weapon
with intent to rob,

possession of prohibited weapon,

resisting arrest,
all times two."

Yes, sir.

Two offenders,

but only one knife.

You see my point, Kate?

They didn't both use a knife.

There was an opportunity here
with one of the offenders

to miss out the knife
altogether.

Well, I took the view
they were both involved, sir.

Divisional commanders
are on notice

to reduce knife crime.

They say Hillside Lane
have already achieved 5%.

Do you want me
to re-crime it, sir?

It's not my policy

to intercede
in individual offenses.

Now, ClD has an unacceptable
detection rate.

Your case this morning
is a prime example.

Multiple domestic burglaries?

We pursue two out of three
reported crimes.

We down-process anything

that won't quickly lead
to an offender.

Are you ordering me

to put it on
the back burner?

You're not the new girl
anymore, Kate.

Thank you, sir.

MAN: Officer of the Year

isn't good enough
for the boss.

He's after
the middleweight title.

Oh, I heard they gave you more
than a free breakfast.

[Moaning]

Steady there, son.

-Ta, Deepak.
-Down here, mate.

Right, cheers, mate.

Right, ABH.

Alcoholic lP...

Unh-unh!

Oh, can't remember
a thing about the offender

except he might've been
called Pete.

Brilliant.

No other witnesses.

Twist.

Uh, car-jacking.

CCTV
showing registration plates,

reliable witnesses.

That's aggravated
vehicle-taking,

going equipped to steal,

causing danger to other
road users,

criminal damage, affray,

and putting people
in fear of violence.

-Full house, boss.
-Nice one.

-Stick.
-Uh, yeah.

DOA...
found early this morning

by dog-walker,
side of the road.

Bound to be a hit and run.

Turf it to Traffic, boss?

GATES: Yeah, well, where
was the body found?

Uh, Edge Park.

Back road off
Millionaires' Row.

Twist it.

Is that it?

Yeah, for now.

Okay.

WOMAN: There was a Range Rover
abandoned in a lay-by

about half a mile down the road.

The owner reported
it stolen last night.

Signs at the property suggest

they put a rod through
the window

to fish up the keys.

Witnesses?

CCTV?

Not a dicky-bird, sir.

Just this woman
walking her dog.

What about the DOA?

No l.D. on his body.

Any reason
for the interest, sir?

We just got a tip-off
that it might be connected

to one of our investigations.

JACKlE: What's wrong?
What is it?

You didn't kill a dog,
Jackie.

You killed a man.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

You just go to the police.

You tell 'em exactly
what you told me.

-No, Tony, I can't.
-Oh, yes, you bloody can.

Jackie, a man is dead,
and that is a big problem,

but trying to cover it up
is an even bigger one.

Do you understand me?

-Jackie, have you got it?
-Yes, yes!

Okay, so you tell
the fewest lies possible.

You say that you panicked,

but now you want
to come clean.

You got it?
Jackie, have you got it?

Okay.

Don't call me,
and don't bottle it.

I've put the case where
I can keep an eye on it.

So, yeah, should be good --

[Mobile ringing]

Hang on.

Just give me a second,
Steve, all right?

Hello, yeah...

[Beeps]

You all right?

DS Arnott.

Can I help you?

Uh, we're here to see
DCl Gates...

Kate.

Okay.
Um, have you been posted?

You could say that.

Well, welcome to the Alamo.

Thank you very much.

FLEMlNG: They said they were
getting this fixed.

ARNOTT: Oh.

Sorry about that, Steve.

Oh, no problem.

Are you with AC-1 2?

Yeah.

Hmm.

[Telephone ringing]

-Sir.
-Sir.

[Ringing continues]

Sir?

AC-1 2 are in the building.

Hastings and some
snot-nosed DS.

Has a complaint been made
against one of my squad?

I'm afraid it's you
personally, Tony.

Huh.

Any idea why?

No, none at all, sir.

We'll call you in.

Thank you, sir.

Can I get someone to bring you
a tea or coffee, sir?

GATES: No, thank you.

I'm fine.

DCl Gates,
Superintendent Hastings --

Iike the battle.

I know who you are, sir.

[Chuckles]

And this is DS Steve Arnott.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

Likewise.

GATES: I recognize and respect
the importance of your mission,

and I'm very happy to help you
in any way I can.

HASTlNGS: Well, now,
that's very reassuring.

Can I call you Tony?

Whatever you feel
most comfortable with, sir.

Maybe I should call you
Officer of the Year, eh?

[Chuckles]

Shall we make a start?

Yes, please.

AC-1 2 interview.

Present --
Superintendent Hastings,

DS Arnott, and DCl Gates.

Detective Chief lnspector Gates,

we have received an allegation

that you received a gratuity

in respect of one
free breakfast

from the Sunflower Cafe
in St. Anne's Place,

in the Kingsgate.

Now, whilst receiving
a gratuity

is not in itself a breach,

failure to declare
a said gratuity is a breach

of the police officer's
code of conduct

as laid down by the Home Office
guidelines.

And so, therefore,

I am serving you...

with the yellow notice.

And that's it?

Yes, that's it.

In which case, um...

I decline to make any written
or oral statement,

but I acknowledge the receipt
of the yellow notice,

and I inform
the investigating officer

that I will respond within
the regulation 1 0 working days.

Interview terminated.

This is coming from
the muggers, isn't it?

Ugh.

Those toe-rags.

They know every trick
in the book.

Ah, well,

we have to go through
the motions, Tony, you know.

It's not your fault, sir.

[Hastings chuckles]

He's an arrogant
so-and-so, isn't he?

I mean, a player like Gates,

he knows it's against rules
and regulations

not to declare a gratuity,

so what does it say about him
that he, you know,

doesn't even bother his arse
to fill in the form?

Well, with respect,

what's a free breakfast

got to do with investigating
Gates's crime figures?

Well, sooner or later,

he's going to know
we're on to him.

This way, he thinks it's just
a storm in a teacup.

Or should that be
a coffee cup?

I'll give him laughing
all over his face at us.

His guard's down.

That's how we're going to
get him, Steve.

ARNOTT: There's another
possibility.

Yeah?

Gates's figures are for real.

Oh, I see what
you're getting at.

You think he's Bob Beamon

and I think he's, what,
Ben Johnson?

I mean, admittedly an athlete

does come along
once in a while

who breaks the world record
by a mile.

And sometimes he's genuinely
superhuman,

but I will lay you odds
all day long

that more often than not,
that guy is a cheat.

ARNOTT: Sir...

DCl Gates appears to be
an exemplary officer.

Appears to be.

My point exactly.

Sorry.

Hit and run?

Why us?

Because we've got a big sign
over our heads

saying, "ClD,
dump your crap here."

We've got 1 0 unsolved burglaries
stinking up our figures.

Give the hit and run
to the civvy.

She's had the training.

Anyway, I'm out of here.

Gates has been given
a written warning

about his team's
gender balance.

I'm a shoo-in.

[Sighs]

If you would just like to take
a seat, please, Miss Laverty.

[Sighs]

[Beeps]

Hmm.

There we are.

Sorry about that.

You are Jacqueline Laverty,

date of birth
23rd of November, 1 967?

Yeah.

Right person.

That's a good start.

We don't have your
occupation listed.

JACKlE: I run my own business.

Laverty Holdings.

You could just
put down "self-employed."

I'm sorry,

are you one
of the detectives

Iooking into the theft
of my car?

Well, I carry out some forms
of police work,

but I'm not a police officer.

[Telephone rings]

Cut-backs.

You reported your car
stolen at 1 0:06 P M.,

the night before
it was found abandoned?

I got back from a business
trip around 9:00,

and I later remembered

I'd left something
in the car.

When I went to get the keys,

they were gone

and they'd broken part of
the window in my front door.

They hooked the keys
from the hall table?

You didn't hear anything?

I was in a back room
with music playing.

What the hell
are you playing at?

The woman seemed so convinced.

She made it impossible
to change the story.

You don't change,
do you?

You're just always
looking after number one.

No, no, no, T ony, no.

Look, I'll fix this.

I will, I'll find a way.

Yeah,
like you did today?

JACKlE: I'll take the blame!

I'll go to prison
if that's what you want.

HASTlNGS: Not so bad.

This'll cheer you up.
[Clears throat]

ARNOTT: Maybe this wasn't
the best place to come.

Not at all, not at all.

Young fellow like yourself,
new in town.

You get yourself
a girlfriend, eh?

Hmm.

I haven't put my big
un-PC foot in it, have l?

No.
No, I'm straight.

Right.

Two pints of larger, please.

[Door opens]

Hiya.

Good evening.

-Daddy!
-Daddy!

Whoa, whoa!

Hey! Wow!

That's a great welcome.

I got an "A" in piano today.
Do you want to hear?

Sweetheart, Daddy's just
walked in the door.

-Come on!
-Okay.

-Hi.
-I really don't mind.

Kate.

DS Arnott.

Even in AC we have
first names.

Steve.

Right.

We seem to have got off
on the wrong foot.

Oh, maybe we should get to know
each other better, then,

over a pizza and a glass
of Rioja.

Sorry.

Look...

[Sighs]

Tony Gates is the best detective
in this city.

He saved a mum from being mugged
at knife point

and you lot have stuck him

for forgetting to fill in
the right bloody form.

I mean, maybe there's
more to you,

but, so far, that's
all I've seen.

[Piano tune plays]

Good morning, sir.

Sir!
Wait.

Sir, listen.

GATES: I can have a harassment
charge thrown down

just like that, son.

ARNOTT: A minute of
your time, please.

Some of us have
proper work to do.

Look, I can't believe
you're stuck on for this.

Hastings gives a toss about you
having a free egg and bacon.

I don't.

I just want to make
the yellow notice go away

so we can both get on
with investigating real crime.

Hastings has got you
playing mind games, son.

A few weeks ago, I was running
counter-terror ops.

I'm a proper copper,

and I know another
when I see one.

And you think you can
make Hastings back off?

I can certainly try, sir --

off the record.

Well, that won't be easy, mate,

'cause the man's a zealot.

[Chuckles]

Don't I bloody know it!

Why didn't you
log the gratuity, sir?

I forgot.

Yeah, I know it's
a crap excuse,

but it's the truth.

Rita, isn't it?

Sir?

I'm DCl Gates.

I know who you are, sir.

There's...
a hit and run, Rita.

Oh, yes, sir.

I'm still trying
to match the victim

to the missing persons report.

Well, it might connect
to something

that my team
are looking into.

So if you get anywhere,

you'll come straight to me,
won't you,

no one else?

Oh, yes, sir,
absolutely.

You're a star, Rita.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

It's not a problem.

I thought you should
know I've been looking

back over the arrest reports
over the last couple of days.

I've noticed an upsurge

in Class A detections
on the Bog.

Thanks for the tip.

It's Fleming,
isn't it?

Yeah.

That's good work.

Thanks.

I want to join TO-20, sir.

Anyone with any sense
would steer clear right now.

AC-1 2?

You'll piss
all over them, sir.

I'm sick of ClD, sir.

We get all the crap
that no one else wants.

I'm better than that.

I want to be on the squad.

Join the queue.

Well, check out my CV.

I've got five years.

I've been kicked, punched,
spat on, pissed on,

but, my social life aside...

[Chuckles]

Every week it's a new initiative

or a new audit.

I want to work for a unit
that actually fights crime.

The big part of the job
description is surveillance.

Yeah.

Well, men are going to
notice you.

What, and women
don't notice you?

Come for a drink this week.

It's not a date.

You're breaking
my heart, sir.

It'll just be a good way

for you to get to know
the lads a bit.

And...

And then we'll see.

Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

What the bloody hell was that?

Nothing.

I'm next in line for a squad.

Yeah, if you
say so, Leah.

I'm one-quarter Romany.

HASTlNGS: Steve.

The very man.

So...

what can you tell me
about T ony Gates?

Well, uh...

Uh, nothing?

Oh, come on, Steve.
What can I say?

I'm disappointed.

Sir, I'm committed
to Anti-Corruption 100% -

That's what I need
to know, son.

Come on.

One of our team has made
a breakthrough.

What's going on, sir?

All will be revealed, Steve,

all will be revealed.

Oh!

Alice, what a pleasant surprise.

I'll have to be
on me toes today.

You've always been
a lovely mover, sir.

Tony, make yourself at home.

I was surprised to be called
back so quickly, sir.

I hope it's good news.

AC-1 2 interview
with DCl Gates,

Police Federation representation
DCl Alice Prior.

I've been authorized
to notify you

that we have grounds to widen

our investigation
into DCl Gates's

performance
of professional duties.

Widen the investigation?

What?!

We have grounds

under Professional Duties
and General Conduct.

Specifically the practice
of laddering...

which is
the amplification, indeed,

the multiplication of charges
against an offender --

I know what laddering
is, sir.

That's right, Tony, you do.

Here's the yellow notice.

You've got
the regulation 1 0 days.

PRlOR: DCl Gates strenuously
denies any wrongdoing.

Nevertheless,

he offers the investigation
his full cooperation.

Thank you, that's much
appreciated.

I'd like to determine
the conditions

of Tony's suspension from duty.

Oh, no, no, we're not asking

for a suspension at this
particular time.

We don't think he's a threat
to his fellow officers

or, indeed, the public
in general.

Now, why should the citizens of
this country be denied

his selfless service?

Interview terminated.

That's very generous
of you, sir.

Looks like you've
found your level, Arnott.

PRlOR: Tony, let's not
descend to --

Nobody plays me.

Sir.

You never detected
the laddering

because you didn't
even look.

I recruited you because
you took a moral stand

against your colleagues
despite the personal cost.

You're a born AC-1 2 officer.

Why don't you just start
acting like one?

You've dropped me
into an ongoing investigation.

Now, you could test me
or you could actually brief me.

Okay.

Tony Gates cherry-picks
the crimes

that are easy to solve,
then he dumps the rest.

Then he invents a whole series
of additional charges

that never make it
to the courtroom

but boost his clean-up rates.

Laddering.

That's how Tony Gates
got where he is.

He got there 'cause he had to be
twice as good as the next bloke.

What, so what are you saying?

To be corrupt, he's got
to be twice as bad?

No, sir, victimization
of a black officer --

Oh, hang on a second.

Don't you talk to me
about victimization.

What are you saying?

Let me tell you
something, son.

Me and my best mate,

we went through basic training
together, okay.

First year out, they sent us on
this particular job --

the two Catholics,
are you with me?

We go straight over a pipe bomb.

I end up in intensive care,
him they bury.

The Log Book goes missing,
nobody says a word.

Don't you talk to me
about victimization.

Nobody's blacker
than me, son!

GATES: Kate!

Hi, you all right?

I like the look of
the recruitment policy, Tony.

GATES: Hey, nothing sexist.

Oh, I'm off, then.
Good night.

No, it's just HR will be
down on me like a ton of bricks.

Big appointment for me, boys.

Yeah.

-Kate.
-Hi.

-DC Morton.
-Nige.

-Yeah, all right?
-DS Matt Cottan.

-All right.
-Hi.

Oh, Dot. Dot.

Oh, okay.

Tone says you want to be
with the in-crowd.

The in-crowd?

Where?

Very good.

I just want to work
for the best, sir.

Oh, we're off duty now, Kate.

-You can call me --
-Tina.

Call him Tina.

And last...

And definitely least.

-You met Deepak.
-Yep.

I'm sorry, Kate, I didn't
know whether you wanted

a half or a pint,
so I just got you two halves.

[Laughter]

Well, see, you send a boy
to do a man's job.

-This is it.
-Thanks, Deepak.

You're welcome.

Oh, and I've got something
for you here, boss, as well.

There you go!

How about that?

[Laughter]

Now, that is stuck on!

Drink to that.

-Cheers!
-Thanks.

Come with me.

We're going to get Gates

with or without you, Steve.

So you can either help us,

or be just another prick
who lost his bottle.

It's your choice, son.

[Siren wails distantly]

I didn't know AC-1 2
used undercover officers.

Hence the term.

You're the one that gave us
the information

about the laddering.

I'm on the inside
at last, Steve.

All this just
to bring down Gates?

You know, instead of spending
all this time and money

policing the police,

it'd make more sense
to assign us to cases

that aren't being
investigated.

TO-20's been nicknamed
the Big Sexy Crime Unit.

Gates has been awarded
the highest budget

three years running.

His squad has the best kit
in the station.

Meanwhile, victims of crime
miss out on justice

because he only tackles
cases that score points.

Who doesn't?

It's the system.

I wouldn't be risking what
I'm risking

if I didn't believe Gates
was a special case.

I thought Anti-Corruption
was about

getting blokes on the take,

the ones in the pockets
of the criminals.

You took a stand,

and it put you
out on your own.

You're not on your own
anymore...

unless you want to be.

[Siren wails nearby]

Kate's been tracking
arrests on the Bog.

Over the last month,

there's been
a three-fold increase

in the supply and demand

of Class A narcotics.

I've talked to the fifth floor.

We've gotten the go-ahead
for a surveillance op.

-We start --
-DCl Gates.

DS Arnott,
can I help you?

My car...

That your doing?

You shat on the boss.

Yeah, maybe someone just
returned the compliment.

I want to talk to you alone.

Now.

Fire away.

[Laughter]

Pow!

I thought maybe
you were clean.

Looks like you're dirty,
after all.

You take a shot at the king,

make sure you
kill him, son.

MORTON: "Fire away."

That's priceless, boss.

That's MasterCard.

[Laughter]

Which one of
you muppets did it?

I'm Spartacus.

No, I'm Spartacus!

[Laughter]

[Hip hop playing]

[Dog barking]

Our old friend Wesley Duke,

with a big fat rucksack

full of crack cocaine.

Now, when you was all
tucked up

in your warm beds
last night --

You were tucked up
with Dot.

He's only jealous.

Dot and me traced the source
to this address

in Greek Lane.

Now, Wesley's been small-time,

but this appears to be

a new, large-scale supply
he's tapped into.

Next stage would be
to pick Wesley up and turn him.

FLEMlNG: And what if he blabs?

We don't want to alert
the Greek Lane mob

that we're watching them.

That's a good point.

Let's keep up
the surveillance for now, Nige.

See who else comes and goes
from this address.

Well done, matey.

Um, let it roll.

-Fleming.
-Yeah?

I'm going to talk
to the fifth floor,

get them to formally approve
your transfer to TO-20.

Oh, thanks, sir.

I won't let you down.

Any news?

No, nothing.

They're not suspicious?

It's been filed as
an unexplained hit and run.

That's good, isn't it?

I shouldn't...
I shouldn't be here.

But you are.

I have it on good authority

that it was Gates himself
who soiled your car.

[Mobile ringing]

Deepak.

MAN: Relief should be there
in 10 minutes.

Okay...

Cheers, mate.

Next turn's on the way, Dot.

They're pulling us off
for the night.

Pulling us off?

Ah, best thing I got
at Hillside Lane

was a pint after work.

Right, come on.

What, shouldn't we wait for
the next turn at least?

Come on,

you've had the memo
about overtime, Deepak.

They'll be here
in 1 0 minutes.

Make a move.

[Starts engine]

Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

Morning, sir.

Let's get the pond life
moved much further away,

and they'll soon go back
to watching Jeremy kyle.

Yes, sir.

See all these kids,

get them back in school,

unless they're
being excluded.

OFFlCER: Can you move back,
please.

Move back, please.

Christ's sake, Dot.

How many times, mate?

It was 1 0 minutes,

1 5 tops before
the next turn clocked on.

Damned if you do,

damned if you don't
in this job.

Morning, boss.

Tone, I don't know what
to say, mate...

Later, Dot,
all right?

From the blood spatter,
both men were alive

when their fingers
were amputated.

Looks like whoever
killed them

wanted to know something
and didn't find out.

The finger amputations
are clean.

Each one done with
a single stroke.

Most likely...

bolt-cutter.

Dot, I want you to go
through the files

back at the station,

see if there's a similar
M.O. here

or at any other force's
case history.

Right, okay.

Nige, I want entry control
front and back,

all the dabs
in the downstairs rooms

and, if there's a bathroom
upstairs, there, too.

And when forensics have got
all their samples,

I want you to go through
everything.

Let's find out who these
two boys were, please.

Aye-aye, skipper.

Fleming,
you do the door-to-door.

You see what I've bloody
got to deal with.

We're trying to get
a job done here

and some pen pusher bans
overtime.

There were 1 5 minutes
for someone to break in.

The lads in there are
the new kids on the block.

And someone doesn't want them
muscling in on their territory.

You not tempted to dump
this one on ClD, sir?

No chance.

It's big, it's sexy...

and that makes it mine.

What goes around comes around.

Mr. Butterfield,
I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

This time I was home
when they broke in.

Just give me a minute.

He's going to make
a complaint!

Sir, with respect,

you told me to put the case
on the back burner.

I told you to prioritize.

This missing
persons report

came through from County ClD.

Mr. Gurjit Patel.

Reported missing the day
after the hit and run.

Mr. Patel was an accountant
for Laverty Holdings.

Laverty Holdings

is owned by
Jacqueline Laverty,

the woman whose vehicle
was reported stolen.

He was her accountant
when --

Thank you, Rita.

My squad is going
to be taking over

this case from now on.

And you can leave it to me

to tell County that
we've got an l.D.

This is a very
sensitive case, Rita,

so I'm going to need to shoot
those files over to my computer.

May l?

Yes, sir, of course.

Thank you.

Um,

milk, no sugar
would be nice.

Yes, right.

You're a star.