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Officer of the Year,

Detective Chief lnspector
Anthony Gates.

Flat 56.

[Woman screaming]

-Welcome to Anti-Corruption.
-This will be good for me.

Wasn't your fault, son.

Hit and run?
Why us?

'Cause we've got a big sign
over our heads

saying,
"ClD -- dump your crap here."

I'm sick of ClD.
I want to join TO-20, Sir.

I hit something.

-What did you hit?
-A dog.

GATES: You killed a man.

JACKlE: Oh, my God!

The finger amputations
are clean.

It was 1 0 minutes --

1 5 tops before the next turn
clocked on.

It's big.
It's sexy.

Makes it mine, Kate.

MAN: We're going to get Gates

with or without you, Steve.

Looks like you've found
your level, Arnott.

Nobody plays me!

Didn't know AC-1 2
used undercover officers.

I wouldn't be risking
what I'm risking

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

RlTA: Mr. Patel
was an accountant

for Laverty Holdings.

ARNOTT:
I thought maybe you were clean.

Looks like you're
dirty, after all.

GATES:
You take a shot at the king...

make sure you kill him, son.

Looks like there's still a turd
on the driver's seat.

Best tell the boss he's here.

COTTAN: In a minute.

DS Arnott.

DCl Gates asked me to escort
you into the building.

Arsehole.

Fine.

Tony Gates --

best detective in the city.

You?

You see someone getting results
and you have to bring him down.

You're safe, then.

I never worked hard enough.

Tony Gates has.

'Cause he cares
about solving crime.

You done?

Haven't finished me smoke yet.

Shall we get
a move on?

Bollocks!

Having a bit of a bad time.

All right, mate.

ARNOTT: DCl Gates,
I bear a signed action

assigning me access
to TO-20 files.

You're a bean counter.

How does that feel?

Briefing room, please.

Okay, Greek Lane.

Two unidentified lC-6 males.

Amputated fingers.

Fingers were cut off while
these lads were still alive.

Most likely with bolt cutters,

and most likely
to extract information.

But given the finger count,

Iooks like they didn't
have very much to say.

They gave the murderer
the finger.

Yeah, 20 times! [Laughs]

Maybe it was a warning?

FLEMlNG:
Well, it worked on these two.

Right.

Known dealer, Wesley Duke,
seen ingressing and egressing

the dwelling.

The house became the subject
of a surveillance op.

We're assuming

that the offenders
broke in via the window --

the 1 5-minute window between

Deepak and Dot leaving
and the next shift arriving.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that,
Tone.

Very sorry, sir.

COTTAN: If we'd have stayed,
we'd have gone over the hour.

MORTON: They're all over us
about overtime, boss.

So, we make it up by nicking
whoever did it, right?

Cheers, Tone.

Well, all this
makes Wesley Duke

our principal lead.

Worth bringing him in?

Oh, I've already had uniform
pick him up.

Interview Room 1.

Sir, I hope it's okay,

but I'm just going
to go over our case load.

Knock yourself out.

I'll just be a minute, Nige.

Oh, don't mind me.

[Mobile beeping]

Interview under caution
of Wesley Duke

by Detective Chief lnspector
Anthony Gates

in the presence of Wesley's

solicitor, Lis Burton.

You've both had the benefit

of disclosure, so you're aware

that we have evidence that
Wesley was a frequent visitor

of the house on Greek Lane.

Tell me what you were buying.

Hard food?

White boy?

No, I was just borrowing
some DVDs.

I see.

So, you would take
some DVDs, and then

come back the next night
and, what, borrow some more?

That's correct.

You have disclosure of evidence
and four hours,

and this is the story
you've cooked up?

All right.

I would be very disappointed
if you couldn't tell me

the titles
of some of those DVDs.

"Iron Man 2. "
"Kick-Ass. "

"Piranha 3D,"

except not in 3D.

GATES: Yeah, all right, Wesley.
Well done.

But what I really want
to know is,

those lads who were
lending the DVDs,

who were they and where were
they getting their DVDs from?

They were just some lads
that was into DVDs, innit?

Thing is, Wesley,

those lads were brutally
murdered, and you are

the only person that
we can connect to that house.

And that, as they say,
makes you the prime suspect.

Mr. Duke had nothing to do

with the murder,
and you know it.

Wesley, where were you between
the hours of 1 1 :00 P M.

on Wednesday the 4th
and 6:00 A.M.

on Thursday the 5th?

WESLEY: No comment.

GATES: No alibi offered
at first interview.

My line of inquiries?

They're going to hit you

Iike a steam roller
if you don't stop feeding me

this pack of porkies.

My client strenuously
denies the allegation.

You have no forensic evidence
as per disclosure.

This is going to be

a compensation claim
for wrongful arrest.

Have him, Tone.

Okay.

Interview terminated.

Thank you very much, Wesley.

You have been a great help.

What you mean by that?

And as a token of our gratitude

for the information
you've provided,

I'm going to have you returned
home in a marked police car.

And he's going
to thank you warmly

in front of the whole estate.

Then I'm going to get our
community policing operations

to make a blatant point

of turning a blind eye

to all of your activities.

He's just turned
a ferret into a rat.

BURTON: Whoa, whoa!

My client is absolutely
not a police informer.

So?

Interview continued.

How long were they operating
out of that house?

Not long.
A month, tops.

And where were they from?

Some Arabs or Muslims
or something.

Yeah, what were
their names, Wesley?

Ali...Ahmed...
How am I supposed to know?

Do you know where were
they getting their supply?

Of DVDs?

[Scoffs]

They never said.
They had loads.

Good quality.
Not mixed up or nothing.

All right.
Now we're getting somewhere.

But I'm going
to need one more fact.

Anything, Wesley.

Help me to help you out here.

It came in some white sacks.

-They!
-They came in some white sacks.

-Can I go now?
-GATES: No.

Not without paperwork.

Interview terminated.

Cheers.

You'll be fine.

This week, they're
only into burglaries.

Rita?

Rita?

Jackie Laverty.

Oh!

All yours.

Thanks.

Um, has DCl Gates
called you in?

DCl Gates?

He's, uh, taken over your case.

If you come with me,

I'll see if he's available.

Officer of the Year.

It's Ms. Laverty, isn't it?

Would you like to come
into my office, please?

I'd be happy to.

Thank you, Rita.

You're welcome, sir.

Thanks.

Can you leave the door open,
please?

Thank you.

Have a seat.

So, I welcome this opportunity

to bring you up to speed,
Ms. Laverty.

We're satisfied there was
a break-in at your home

that enabled the thieves
to steal your vehicle.

The vehicle that
was subsequently involved

in a fatal hit-and-run
with a pedestrian.

And we've looked at identifying

the victim
through Missing Persons.

There was an individual
who appeared

to match the deceased.

However, that is no longer
an active line of inquiry.

Your case remains
open and unsolved.

Just in case you think

of contacting me again.

I hope that clarifies
the situation, Ms. Laverty.

I see.

Rita?

Could you show
Ms. Laverty out, please?

Steve?

I just had a call from Kate.

I skimmed
the hit-and-run file, sir.

It's a red herring.

Don't you think it's curious

that the Officer of the Year
should be involving himself

in a hit-and-run incident?

He knows were on to him
and he's deliberately

taken on a low-profile case
with virtually zero chance

of clean-up.

What I do have, sir,

is a pattern of laddering
going back years.

Gates selects
an open-and-shut case

and bumps up
additional charges.

He's clearing four crimes

for every one that's
actually committed.

Tony Gates, eh?

He's your bent copper
for the 21 st century.

Steve, when I first came over
here, there was 1 0 bent coppers

to every station, minimum.

We didn't put
our house in order.

These new procedures,
we brought them on ourselves.

And Gates is using
this messed-up system

to get to the top.

But why, Steve?

Why is he doing it?

What's in this for him, hmm?

[Horn honks]

-Hiya.
-Hey.

Hi, there, how you doing?

The performance is just there
on the left.

[Piano plays]

[Applause]

Medium latte?

Thank you.

-What's your name?
-Nadzia.

Hawaii Five-O.

Could I ask you some questions,
please, Nadzia?

Should I ask for a lawyer first?

That depends if you're
a criminal or not.

I'm a very good person.

Then you'll be fine.

Nadzia.

N-A-D-Z-l-A.

Surname?

Wojcik.
W-O-J-C-l-K.

Last week, a police officer
was having breakfast here.

There was a mugging outside,
and he intervened.

I remember.

Does he regularly receive
free meals?

No, he never came in before.

Some officers make sure everyone
knows they're in the job.

Fishing for special treatment.

They were quiet, no trouble.

He was with someone?

Yes.

Another police officer?

I don't know, but she didn't

do anything to stop
the mugging like he did.

A woman?

Yes.

Young? Old?
Attractive?

You mean do I think
she was his girlfriend?

Was she?

Is it a problem for policemen
in this country

to have girlfriends?

It depends who the girl is.

She mustn't be a criminal?

Exactly.

Or a witness?

Um...

Do you remember the woman well
enough to give me a description?

T all. Slim.

Dark hair.

Mid-40s.

Well dressed.

So, your new boyfriend's
ex-girlfriend's

been on Facebook,
calling you a slag?

I want her done.

I've got loads I could be doing.

[Knock on door]

Excuse me.

Control just picked up
a silent alarm

going off at
Kingsgate Canalside.

I haven't even done
her MG-1 1 yet.

Audit will be all over me.

-Where's Reynolds?
-Off sick.

-Peterson?
-On a course.

Well, this is a CS.
You'll have to take the new boy.

So, what's CS?

Control Strategy Crime.

This week
it's burglary -- dwellings.

Next week,
we'll be told to ignore them.

He's bound to have
legged it by now.

Yeah, but it's better to give it
the once-over, though.

For Christ's sake, Simon!

Risk assessment first!

Whoa, whoa!
Come on, mate.

Look, don't be a pillock.

Now, get back!
I'm warning you, get back!

The pair of you!
I'll do it!

-I'm warning you!
-He's on summat.

Just -- just stay calm, okay?

Look, you don't
need to do this!

Don't, don't --

That is so many more forms
to fill in.

[Music playing
through headphones]

You didn't break his jaw
as well, did you, Kaz?

Ha-ha!
Be my guest, Sarge.

Lee, I'm
Detective Sergeant Janson.

Lee.
Lee!

What do you want?

Your offense today took place

in one of our control strategy
hot spots.

Unfortunately for you that means
that when you're discharged,

we'll be obliged to charge you
with the full force of the law.

Oh, yeah, I'm having
a brilliant day, me, innit?

But what will help you
enormously

when it comes to sentencing,
is if you agree

for other offenses to be taken
into consideration.

TlC.

Oh, nice one.

Yeah, I don't want prison.
I've got Benidorm booked.

[Sighs]

There was a house burgled
in Edge Park.

Yeah, I did that.

Lock-up garages in Moss Heath.

Yeah, that was me, yeah.

A hairdresser's
in Moss Heath?

Did that, yeah.

-House burglary in Edge Park.
-Edge Park.

Burglary,
another one in Moss Heath.

-Moss Heath.
-Hotel in Borough Grove.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Shop in Borough Grove.

Shop Borough Grove, yeah.

Yeah.

Outstanding work, Janson.

Right, thank you, sir.

The Crime Audit Office
will be delighted.

I look forward
to that automated e-mail!

DC Fleming,

Interview Room 3,

when you're ready.

Mr. Butterfield,
please don't get up.

I'm devastated by what's
happened to you.

I know you're angry and upset.

And you're entirely
within your rights

to lodge a complaint.

Yeah, well,
I'm the last bloke

who'd want to say a bad word
against the police.

I believe you, sir.
And I've got some good news.

We've arrested a burglar
who confessed

to robbing your property.

What, the one who attacked me?

He didn't confess to that.

Oh, well, he'll be
the one from before --

the one that took me telly.

Well, I can certainly

Iook into it for you, sir.
Yeah?

Mr. Butterfield, I can see
that you don't want

frontline officers
tied to desks

while your attacker's
still out there.

You have no idea of the hours,
days, of admin required

to process a complaint.

Give us the chance to work
for you instead.

Thank you.

Someone will be along
to see you shortly.

Oh, hi, sir.

GATES: Hiya.

I'm going to talk to uniform.

Put a priority on this bloke

the next time he triple-9s.

Oh!
Would you, sir?

You're part of my team now,
Kate.

Means I don't stand by
and let you carry

something like this on your own.

Well, thank you, sir.

Well, let's see what

the highest detection rate
in the region buys you.

We'd better crack these murders

or I'll be trading
her in for a Reliant Robin.

[Laughs] Best job cars.

Best job phones and computers.

It must've been hard getting
on this squad.

For awhile it was touch-and-go

whether I'd ever get out
from behind a desk.

What happened, Nige,

if you don't mind me asking?

I took a bullet
for one of the lads.

Really?

Oh.

You think about

throwing in the towel,
retiring.

Tony gave me back
the motivation.

He's a good man.

You remember that.

Yeah.

Wesley referred
to a large supply of drugs

in little white sacks.

Whoever killed them appears
to have stolen the stash.

GATES: Or maybe it's
just really well hidden,

and no one's found it yet.

I never saw your motor outside.

It's parked
across the street, Nige.

Oh?

GATES: Are you seeing
what I'm seeing?

I am, sir.

Sir?

Nothing. Bollocks.

We'll find it.
Nige, get a search team in here.

What, now or --

Yeah, now, please.
Cheers, mate.

All right.

We're going
to need something sharp

to get the rest of these up.

Well, we won't be able to use
Nige then, will we, sir?

Slow but sure sometimes
wins the race, Kate.

Did you bring me into the squad
for the same reason?

I'm not following you.

Well, I'm more than just another
tick off the diversity box.

Somebody said something
they shouldn't?

It doesn't matter
what other people say.

It's what you say.

I say you're a good detective,

which is rare,

seeing as no one bothers
training you lot any more.

But that's not the whole reason
you appointed me, is it?

You're a good detective.

Hilton's the one who cares
about ticking boxes.

I care about cracking cases.

Yeah.
Me, too, sir.

I need copies of all
the original documentation

relating to a hit-and-run,
crime number G-89635.

Just get a photo, Dot.

[Laughter]

Oh, do you think AC-1 2
have targets, too?

'Cause that tosser's only going
to hit someone else's.

Oh!

[Laughter]

Good day at the office,
DCl Gates?

One call and you're
on a harassment charge.

Yeah, I could do the same
for your goons.

If you want to talk to me,
Arnott, call me in to AC-1 2,

we'll do it in front
of my federation rep.

Why go to all that bother when
I'm only after a minor detail?

The reason you
took over a hit-and-run.

I mean, it's hardly
Officer of the Year material.

It may harm your defense,

if you do not mention
when questioned...

I expect you know the rest.

I received information
that the incident in question

was connected to one of my
team's ongoing investigations.

Turned out
that information was wrong.

But you haven't bounced it
back to Traffic yet.

Hey! I am the senior
investigating officer

on a double murder!

That is proper policing, son!

Maybe you remember it.

I'll wait for those documents,
thank you.

"He could feel his grandfather's
spirit reaching out

across the years, urging him
to take the first big step.

Scott took a deep breath,

and then he said for all
to hear, 'I'm ready."'

[Laughs]

Okay, bedtime, please.

Can't we have another story?

No, no, I'll
be reading all night. Go.

Just one --

-No, darling, it's time for bed.
Let's go.

[Sighs]

GATES: Thank you.

-Daddy.
-Yeah?

Can I have a drink?

Well, you've brushed your teeth,
so it can only be water.

I don't like water.

[Laughs]
Go to sleep, please.

Good night, guys.

I'm sorry about having to go
along with the banter today.

I don't give a toss
about banter, Kate.

What pisses me off is going
to Hastings behind my back.

Every piece of information
I feed you

risks blowing my cover.

Well, I did get
into the hit-and-run,

in my own way.

The vehicle was reported stolen
by Jackie Laverty,

a property developer.

FLEMlNG:
She came to the station.

They talked.
Something felt odd.

During "Breakfastgate,"

Gates was with a woman

in the cafe, described as tall,

slim, dark hair.

And you think
she's his girlfriend?

Well, she doesn't appear
in his statement.

She isn't named as a witness.

Well, let's suppose
Jackie Laverty

is Gates' bit on the side.

She goes to him,

damsel in distress
about this hit-and-run --

And needs him to make sure
no one challenges her alibi.

Well, minimum, that's perverting
the course of justice.

Anything on the victim?

No, no lD yet.

I'm going to start
working on it.

And getting everything on her.

Okay.

Night.

Yeah.
See you.

JOOLS: [Whispering]
Is everything okay?

Yeah.
She just had a bad dream.

But she's over now.

I was so proud of you today.

Well done, sweetheart.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah.
Just, give me five.

Okay.

[Mobile vibrates]

[Mobile vibrates]

[Mobile vibrates]

Hello.

JACKIE:
I didn't think you'd pick up.

I had a message all prepared.

I was I was going to say
how sorry I was

about coming to the station.

I had to see you, Tony.

That bloke, the one that jumped
out in front of your car

on the dark country lane,

he just happened to be
your bloody accountant, did he?

Jesus,
For Christ's sake, Jackie!

Let me explain, please.

Yeah.
What do you take me for?

Having you back in my life
after all these years...

Now I'm losing you
all over again.

You're all I think about.

I'm thinking
about you now, Tony.

I'm thinking about what
I let you do to me.

Are you thinking about
what I let you do?

You know I'd
do anything you ask.

Anything.

Nothing's off limits
for you and me, Tony. Nothing.

I know what we do is wrong.

I wish you were here,
inside me right now.

Nothing else compares.

I'd die
if we ever had to stop.

Oh, I wish you were
here now, Tony.

I am.

I was giving Gurjit
a lift home.

I started telling him
about my plans to expand

and that he wasn't
in those plans.

He flipped.

I thought
he was going to attack me.

I-I panicked, Tony.

I-I never meant to hurt him.

Why would l?

Tony, please.

This is why I came to see you.

No one else would believe me.

Only you.

Only my love.

I'm being investigated.

Because of me?

Maybe.

No one knows, do they?

No.

Not even your wife?

No.

T ony...the last thing I want

is for this to hurt
you or your family.

I understand
if I can never see you again.

Whoa!

Welcome to the Borogrove Estate.

Why aren't
these kids in school?

Where have you been
the last 20 years?

What, we've surrendered
the streets?

For once, we're on 'em.
Try and enjoy it, mate.

BOY #1 : You want a coffee,
coffin dodger?!

-BOY #2: Show your face!
-BOY #3: Stupid old wanker!

Fuck off!

Oh!
That's disgusting!

Go on, Ryan.
Do it!

You said I could call and you'd
send someone round straightaway.

Agh!

Jesus.

Whoa, where'd you get those
trainers, blud?

Go get lost, rude boy.

Whoa, Wesley.

Have some blud clot respect!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, chill, man.

Tom wants to speak to you.

Hello.

-Arsehole!
-Yo, T ommy.

Dealing with them Arabs.

Yo, T om,
I'd never disrespect you, don.

Them Arabs
lost their fingers!

You give the kid your score.

If it doesn't get to me
by tonight,

you'll go
the same way they did.

Wanker!

I phoned them!
They'll have the lot of you!

Your house smells better

now that it don't smell of piss,
you old bastard.

Hey!

[Grunting]

BOY: You're a waste of space!

Enough!
Enough!

Oi, get off him!

Get back!
Calm down!

Oi, calm down.

-He fucking whacked me!
-He got what was coming!

I want him done
for whacking me

and for fucking swearing
and that!

I never assaulted him.

I just walloped him,
that's all!

Ah! You stupid old bastard.

Shut up, you!

Mr. Butterfield, I'm very sorry,
but I've no choice,

but under guidelines stipulated

in the Public Order Act,
I have no choice,

but to arrest you for assault.

Turn your pockets out.
Kaz, really?

-Oi!
-Oi!

PRlOR:
Get back to the vehicle!

What the hell are you
playing at, Simon?!

This is the Bog.

We don't ever leave the vehicle.

[Doorbell rings]

Early!
Idiot!

Are you the proprietor of this
hairdressing business, sir?

Manager.

Not chief stylist?

What do you want?

I'm following up on a burglary
that occurred some weeks ago.

I understand these premises
are owned by Laverty Holdings.

Sure.

Do you know Ms. Laverty?

She's the owner?

Yeah. Blonde.

Big lady.

That's her.

Anything else?

No.

Deepak.

So, what's the twat been up to?

Deepak?

I'm a little bit nervous
about spying, sir, on AC.

Of course, you are.

That's why I really appreciate
you doing this for me.

'Cause we're
all in this together.

Not exactly, sir.

You mean, he's my problem
and mine alone?

I mean --

'Cause we're a team, Deepak,

and that should mean
something to you.

Of course, it does, sir.

'Cause if you want out, son,
there's plenty in line.

He was checking out
a hairdresser's on the Bog, sir.

It's a burglary TlC.

That's it?

Yeah.

Is something wrong, sir?

No, it's all good.

Cheers, mate.

These units are available
right now, yes?

Absolutely, yes.

We've got the cash flow

for immediate uptake for
15% off the asking price.

MAN: 1 5?

Mark, could you find out

what that gentleman
in the suit wants?

You already have

four units
at a discounted price.

Can I help you, mate?

JACKlE: Yes, but don't
you think that

gives me a bit more leverage
for some understanding?

Excuse me, could you just give
me a moment, please?

Mark, it's okay.
It's all right.

Ms. Laverty?

Yes.

Detective Sergeant Steve Arnott.

You're here to declare
an interest in commercial units?

How can I help you?

You must be doing well
for yourself,

given the economic climate.

[Scoffs]

We've made shrewd investments.

60 billion quid.

Excuse me?

Estimated annual revenue
from white-collar crime.

20 times the cost
of conventional robbery.

Am I being accused of something?

A month ago, your hairdressing
business in Moss Heath

was burgled.

We only own those premises.

The business operating there

is an independent
commercial entity.

Well, when I questioned him
earlier today,

the manager
of the salon indicated there was

a direct business relationship
with you personally.

Unfortunately, he didn't seem
to know you from Adam.

Why should he know me?

That's true, you have dozens
of these places, don't you?

And today you appear
to be taking an interest

in market units.

Maybe you'd like to discuss
this somewhere less public?

I'm very happy to cooperate
with your investigation,

but as this is a commercially
sensitive area,

I'd prefer my solicitor
was present

to verify all the small details.

Are you familiar with the term
"captive business"?

Services paid for in cash
with no paper trail or lD.

Earnings from illegal activities
can be hidden

through the books of salons,
market stalls and so forth.

All the money goes to the bank,

and bingo, it's clean.

I'm in the middle
of an important meeting.

Laundered money finds its way
back to criminal interests

while the launderer
takes his cut,

or hers.

Like I said, I'm happy
to cooperate.

As you were when
your stolen vehicle

was used in a hit-and-run.

Yes.

The officer in charge
of that case,

Detective Chief lnspector
Tony Gates.

Do you know him?

I met him briefly
at the police station.

That's the extent
of your relationship?

See, I have a witness
to your breakfast in Kingsgate

the morning before
your car was stolen.

Ms. Laverty, you'll attend
Anti-Corruption Unit 1 2,

Iocated at this address,

with your solicitor

at 9:00 AM. tomorrow
to be interviewed

under police caution by myself
and my superior,

Superintendent Hastings.

If you do not have a solicitor,
one will be appointed for you.

I'm not arresting you at this
time, but if you fail to attend,

a warrant will be issued
for your arrest.

Do you understand, Ms. Laverty?

What's going on?

Let's talk outside.

The coroner's set the date
to reopen the inquest

in the Karim Ali shooting.

You're going
to be asked to testify.

Only to be expected.

But the firearms officers are
revisiting their statements.

They're saying you sent them
to the wrong flat.

I'm fighting your corner,

but this can't not affect
your position here, Steve.

[Mobile vibrating]

[Knock on door]

I thought we were going over

the Greek Lane files again, sir?

We'll do it tomorrow, okay?

Yeah, well,
what about the duty super?

Did you get her to sign off
on the extra forensics?

[Doorbell rings]

You're a lying bitch.

Arnott's onto you.

JACKlE:
I don't know how.

The hairdresser's, Jackie.

The flea-pit over at Moss Heath.

You might as well
have hung up a sign saying,

"Launder your drug money here."

You stupid bloody bitch.

Tony, please, listen to me.

The accountant found out
about it, didn't he?

Tony, please --

No, he saw the dirty money
going through the books,

and he decided to talk.

So you lured him
out to the country,

and then you ran the poor bugger
over, didn't you?

Tony, please, listen --

I'm not some 25-year-old,
all right,

that's wet behind the ears!

That was the sap that
fell for all your lies.

They weren't lies.
I loved Andrew.

No.
You loved his money, Jackie.

Look, I know
that I've hurt you.

But haven't I made it up to you?

Jacqueline Laverty,

I'm arresting you
for manslaughter.

No, Tony --

And you do not
have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense,

if you do not mention
when questioned --

You're hurting me!

Something that
you later rely on in court.

Don't do this, please.

No, no, no.

Anything you do say may be used
as evidence against you.

No, please don't do this!
Please don't do this.

No, please don't do this.

This is happening, Jackie, okay?

Please don't do this,
please don't -- ah!

[Knock on door]

[Jackie kicking seat]

I never told you.

He questioned me today.

DS Arnott.
He's putting it all together,

but it's you he's after,
Tony, not me.

I was on a dark lane
in fear of my life.

I'll be acquitted,
I'll be free but, you,

you'll go to prison.

What's that like, Tony,
for a policeman?

On the special wing, with all
the psychos and the pedophiles.

It's never going to happen.

Your wife will know about us.

Your daughters.

What will they think
of their daddy?

[Crying]
Don't talk about my kids.

It's not your future or mine --
it's theirs.

Tony --

Poor baby.

I can fix this.

I'll fix it.
Leave it to me.

[Sighs]

ARNOTT ON MACHINE: DS Arnott,
please leave a number

and a message
and I'll call you back.

Steve, it's me.
Something's happened.

Gates went off
in a weird mood earlier.

No one knows where he is.

I can't track him down
without raising suspicions.

Call me when you get this,
Steve.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

That's the wanker.

He's the one who wouldn't
give over his score!

MAN: Oi!

[Laughs]
Wanker!

PRlOR: Right,
let's clear the area.

Home now, girls.

These kids shouldn't
be looking at this.

BANNERJEE:
They should be in bed.

Jesus, it's a school night.

-Keely?
-What?

You never came in for
that follow-up interview.

Ain't bothered 'bout
that slag any more.

You're dropping the charges?

Hey, result.

Result, my arse.

It's a six-page form to convert
it to a non-crime crime number.

Home, now!

He must've
made one hell of a racket.

Any of you lot see anything?

ALL: No.

Yeah, thought not.

Well,
we know who killed him.

The same outfit that killed
the two dealers.

Have you called Tony?

Left a message on his mobile.

-I'll call him at home.
-Easy.

We don't want to go waking
his missus now, do we?

-Are you kidding?
-No, I'm not.

Right, let's just
break these lot up.

They're more likely
to talk on the QT.

Jonesy, you give us a hand.

Get this lot off to bed.

Come on, everyone, that's
about enough for one night.

WOMAN: This is the most
entertainment we have.

BANNERJEE: Don't do that.

[Mobile rings]

Arnott.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Steve,
where are you?

I think Dot and Morton
are covering for Gates.

He's got to be
at Jackie Laverty's right now.

Get over there.

I'm sorry.

I -- I can't do this.

You're a witness.

I'm sorry.

[Siren wailing]

This is for the best, T ony.

We get to keep
seeing each other.

Maybe you shouldn't
have any more.

It'll be morning soon.

Let's go back upstairs.

[Knock on door]

Did you hear
the security gate?

[Knock on door]

[Whispering]
You should see who it is.

Keep them busy.

I'm going to head out the back.

Oh, no, no, Tony, Tony!

Oi!
I'm a police --

Oh, no, no, please!

No!