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What the hell are you doing?!

I'm sorry I cut you up!
Lesson learned, yeah?

We can't leave him here
like that, not now he's seen us.

Yeah, all right, all right. Maybe
the lasagna was a bit burnt...

Next time, I'll cook.

Oh, next time? You're
pushing your luck!

You know, Tracy's
out for the night.

Mum's staying over with Isla.

So... game of Scrabble?

Dad? I'm home.

Hey, Tracy. You're back.

You're not a DCI for nothing!

I thought you had a date.

Clearly.

Uh... don't let
me spoil your fun.

I'm just gonna go upstairs
and listen to some proper music.

It's fine, I was leaving anyway.

No, you... Stay.

You have my room.
I'll sleep on the sofa.

It's fine, I'm not 12.

I know you two are shagging.

Hey.

Chance would be a fine thing!

Come on, stay.
She's fine with it.

She's been stood up. Now she feels
like a gooseberry. She's pissed off.

Trust me.

Talk to her.

See you later.

Tracy, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You're probably
better off without...

Late night, was it?

Hardly slept a wink.

She means with the baby.

What else could she mean?

There's a Mrs. Juliet
Doyle here to see you.

Your old neighbor.
She's very upset.

So I've put her in
your office, out the way.

That was nice of you.

If I'd been blessed with a bedside
manner, I'd have become a nurse.

The NHS was spared.

Juliet, what's wrong?

- It's Erin.
- What's happened?

We brought her
up well, didn't we?

Of course, put us to shame.

Tracy used to want you and Peter
to adopt her, do you remember?

Now, come on. I can't help unless
you tell me what the problem is.

I was cleaning her
bedroom this morning,

when something fell off
the top of the wardrobe.

A shoebox, wrapped.

With a tag on it. Well, it's
her birthday in two weeks.

Right.

I know she's been
seeing someone.

The paper had torn...

so I thought, "Well...

there's no harm in having a
peek to see what he's bought her."

What was in the box?

A gun.

OK. Where is it now?

Peter's put it back on
top of the wardrobe.

Does Erin know
that you found it?

No.

She was in the shower.

I told Peter not to mention it.

J... Juliet, who is it
that she's been seeing?

I don't know.

She won't tell me.

She doesn't tell me anything.

Hey. It's gonna be fine.

I told you not to call me.

Have you changed my locks?

- First you take my bar, and now...
- I had nothing to do with that.

You know why I'm doing
this, Jaff. I told you yesterday.

You don't work for me anymore,
so why should I pay your rent?

Where's all my stuff?

Where the hell
am I meant to live?

Not round here, if you
know what's good for you.

Al, please, I'm...

Too clever for his
own good in the end.

So, are you ready
to fill his shoes?

It's a big leap for a dole bum
from... where were you brought up?

Deptford. Look, if you
don't think I'm up to the job...

Beggars can't be choosers.

You seriously think you
can just pop round there

and saunter out with a
potentially loaded gun?

The majority of allegations
regarding firearms

turn out to be either
imitations or air guns.

That might not be the case here.

The property needs to be secured
and the rogue weapon shut down.

It's just easier if I deal with
it. I'll defuse any tension.

- Especially as they're old friends.
- No, it's too dangerous.

Erin might not even
know the gun's there.

Helen, she's not a criminal. I lived
next door to the Doyles for years.

I won't be diverted from the
standard operating procedure

because of your sentimentality.

You can't be certain
Erin isn't involved.

If she is, her dad's
life could be at risk.

You do understand the scale of
a response like this, don't you?

Do you really want to
inflict that on the Doyles?

We'd be doing this
to protect the Doyles.

I suggest you sit with Mrs. Doyle,
make sure she doesn't warn Erin

and let me monitor
the raid, please.

OK.

Ken, log the incident, call
in an armed response team,

and we'll need a plan of
the interior of the house.

Could you run a check
on the Doyle family?

Erin in particular.
I'd better go.

Right... Oh.

Here we go, folks. Excuse me.

Hello. Superintendent
Mike Trethowan.

DI Helen Morton.

Plans of the interior and aerial
images of the surrounding area.

- You managed to alert the occupants?
- I just called the landline.

It's engaged. I've got another
number for the daughter Erin Doyle.

Best not to contact her directly.
She's technically a suspect.

Our overriding
priority is her safety.

In which case, maybe we
should raise the risk assessment.

Yeah. I'll call the
landline again.

Folks.

My colleague, Helen, will
get Erin out of harm's way.

Then we can take
care of the gun.

Promise me she won't
get into any more trouble.

That all depends on whether or
not she knew the gun was there.

No, she can't have.

Who does she spend
time with these days?

Well, she's out drinking all
hours with God knows who.

She's out of control.

Do you have any idea what
you're putting your mother through?

With the drinking and the lads!

You don't know what
you're talking about!

You're not going to your room!

Get out of my way!

I'm your father, you'll
do as you're told!

Listen to yourself!

Arguing with a possible section five
firearm in the mix. We should go in.

What are you
going to do? Hit me?

I don't want to
aggravate the situation.

Don't tempt me, young lady!

Touch me again,
you'll be sorry...

Don't you dare...

This could develop into a hostage
situation. At worst, fatal shooting.

It's your call.

Erin, get back here!
I've had it with you!

OK, go ahead. Carefully.

You don't scare me.

Go.

- Open up!
- What the hell?

- Erin, stay there!
- What's going on?

Stay there!

Hit the light, Erin!

- Armed police!
- Armed police!

- Tasers!
- Help! Help!

- Dad, help me!
- Stay back, sir!

Warburton, give me an update.

Man down! Man down!
I need medical support!

I need an ambulance at 30
Laburnum Way. It's urgent.

- They've shot him! They've shot him!
- Shit.

Help! Help! Get off me!

He had a weapon, a
sword or something.

He collapsed. Alice thinks
he had a heart attack.

Yes, suspected cardiac arrest.

What, is that it?
Is that the weapon?

I think your officers might have
some serious explaining to do.

DI Morton, I need a
scene of crime team

at 30 Laburnam Way as
soon as possible, please.

Firearm secured, sir.

Hurry up!

Hey.

How is he?

They hit him in the chest.
They electrocuted him, Alan.

I'm so sorry.

I came to you as a friend!

- We had to follow procedure.
- He'd just had a knee operation.

- You didn't tell me that.
- I didn't expect him to be attacked!

I mean, you promised me your
colleagues would sort it out calmly.

Now... he's here.

- Erin's in jail.
- We just wanna talk to her.

Yeah, well, wish
I'd talked to her,

instead of trusting you.

Nine millimeter, semi-automatic,
Smith and Wesson.

Looks about 20 years old.

As you can see, the serial
number has been filed down.

"To my darling Erin, not to
be opened until your birthday.

Lots of love and three kisses."

And they say romance is dead!

What?

Helen, what the hell happened?

They were fighting. They
wouldn't answer the door.

Our aim was to preserve life.

Try telling that to
Juliet Doyle, huh?

Just been to see her husband,
Peter. He might not make it.

- I'm not saying it was your fault.
- Good, because it really wasn't.

- You did overrule Alan.
- No surprise you're backing him up.

I'm backing him up
because he's right.

I'm not gonna apologize
for following the rules,

especially in the light
of some new information.

What new information?
The gun's been fired recently.

What's happened to
Peter Doyle is unfortunate,

but it's better that he was
Tasered than shot dead.

Unfortunate's putting
it mildly, Helen.

Ken, check out all
recent reported shootings.

Annie?

Is my dad gonna be OK?

We hope so, Erin.

Do you know why you're here?

The policeman said something
about firearms offences.

Why didn't you answer the door?

We were fighting. He wouldn't
let me go up to my room.

That's because... he
knew that this was there.

Nine millimeter, Smith and
Wesson, semi-automatic.

Hidden on top of your wardrobe,
wrapped up as a present.

Your mum found it this morning.

Did you know what was inside?

No.

No.

Why would he give me a gun?

Who, Erin? Who gave it to you?

It's important,
because it's been used.

Fired, maybe by
whoever gave it to you.

Who gave the gun to you, Erin?

Jaff. Jaff Kitson.

Has he killed somebody?

Our returns on our
initial investment

have exceeded
even my expectations.

Have I ever steered
you wrong before?

It's a good site with
a strong grid network.

Morning, gents. I see
you've started without me.

Mr. Channing will
take care of you.

I told you to stay away.

You can't just cut me off, Al. I
helped you build up this business.

You betrayed my family. Move on
and pray that body never gets found.

- Or what, I'll be joining it?
- You haven't dumped the car yet?

Do you wanna get caught?

- I've retained the gun.
- What?

You sign over what I'm due,
half your assets, you get it back.

Is everything all right?

You put this idiot in charge,
you'll be a laughing stock.

If you're so clever, how come
you ended up with sod all?

Mitchell!

And I want my bar back, as well.

You haven't got
the balls to do this.

Oh, yeah?

Excuse me, now.

Annie! I hear you've had a baby.

Did someone make a complaint?

What brings you here, sir?

The fiasco that led to an
innocent person being Tasered.

There's gonna be
an internal inquiry.

- Oh, shit.
- I'm overseeing it.

I could do with your help on it.
You know your way around the MCU.

Yeah, but I'd be investigating one
of my own team, amongst others.

If DI Morton did nothing
wrong, you'd be doing her,

and us, a favor by
keeping it in-house.

What if she is to blame?

Does the fact that she's a colleague
mean she should get away with it?

You'd be doing us a huge
favor that wouldn't go unnoticed.

Jaffar Kitson, AKA "Jaff",

moved to Leeds from
London five years ago.

Previously worked
as a city banker.

Left under a cloud after
misappropriating funds.

No charges were pressed. Now
works primarily as a financial adviser.

Grew up in Peckham.

No dad in the picture,
mum died seven years ago.

Excelled at school. He's
done well for himself.

According to the database,

he drives a smoking
hot silver MG TF.

Erin Doyle said he was
driving a black Audi TT

when he picked her
up on Monday night.

Tariq, check CCTV
around Market Street.

See if you can
get a registration.

We found a clear set of prints
on the gun. They're not on file.

The number he gave Erin Doyle is
a Pay-As-You-Go, can't be traced.

They'd only been seeing each
other for a couple of months.

Apparently, Jaff would
turn up out of the blue,

take her clubbing, she was so
dazzled by the champagne lifestyle,

she never asked any questions.

Classic good girl meets bad boy.

We've all been there.

Oh.

The gun had been fired and then
wrapped up as a present. Why?

- When's her birthday?
- Not for a couple of weeks.

Maybe it was a safe hiding
place. He was buying time.

I'm going to release Erin
Doyle, tell her to contact us

if and when Jaff
Kitson gets in touch.

How do we know they're
not in this together?

I'm pretty sure she's innocent.

We need to find Jaff Kitson before
he knows that we're on to him.

Find out his friends,
his work colleagues,

who he hangs around wi... Sir.

Could we talk in your office?

Right. I'll hand you over to
Chief Superintendent Chambers,

Head of Professional Standards.

I don't think you
need me to explain

why this debacle
necessitates an internal inquiry.

Superintendent Chambers has
requested Annie's services on his inquiry.

- She has kindly agreed.
- What?

DS Cabbot is
familiar with the unit.

No offence, but how can
she possibly be objective?

Because she also has experience
in professional standards.

We're overstretched and under
resourced. Makes perfect sense.

- Not to me.
- It's a done deal.

- Annie.
- Right.

Firstly, I'll need statements
from Superintendent Trethowan

and the team involved
in the operation.

Same goes for the Major
Crimes Unit and DCI Banks.

You have my full cooperation.
I'm confident my officers acted

in accordance with the
law and their training.

- Same here.
- Well...

What?

I'm not convinced
that the intelligence

provided by DI Morton
was wholly reliable.

DI Morton is nothing if
not pathologically thorough.

I'll second that.

The damage happened in the house,
caused by your Taser-happy officers.

Damage which key information
could have prevented.

If you're trying to shift the blame
for the incompetency of your unit

on to DI Morton, you're a
bigger prick than I thought.

Sorry... sir.

But our priority is an investigation
into the provenance of the gun.

It's been used recently.

Do what you have to. I
haven't got time for this bullshit.

Boss, there's no news on any
reported shootings matching the gun.

So with a bit of luck, it was
just used for target practice.

Helen, listen.

There's gonna be an internal inquiry
about what happened this morning.

The Doyle family, the press
and senior management

simply won't accept
this as an accident.

But that's Superintendent
Trethowan's problem, surely.

He's making noises that he
didn't receive the full intelligence.

What? But he did.
What did I miss?

Knowing you, not much.

But don't worry. I'm gonna
support you all the way on this.

I've never been the subject
of an investigation before.

I know. There's one more
thing you should know...

Annie's leading the
investigation. Don't ask me why.

It's gonna be fine.

Yeah.

I know you disapprove, but
Chambers is my old boss,

and he wanted me,
needed me for the job.

What did he offer you? Promotion?
Ambitious to a fault, eh, Annie?

- I've never made a secret of that.
- But at Helen's expense?

She should have let you
take the sodding gun, Alan.

So what, now you're
gonna teach her a lesson?

You think I said yes to get at
her? You think I'm that shallow?

So why did you, when we're
all working so well together?

You, Helen, you're part of a
team, now she's under attack

and you're firing the bullets.
What the hell were you thinking?

If she's done nothing wrong, she's
got nothing to worry about, has she?

You know this kind of thing
is Helen's worst nightmare.

The least we could've done
is given her our full support.

I had no idea she
meant that much to you.

I'm sorry, I ate on the
way home. Force of habit.

You need looking after.

Used to my own company, I guess.

Oh, well. I'll pack
my bags then, shall I?

You don't wanna
be stuck with me.

Married to the job,
you know what it's like.

You should be with
people your own age.

Having fun.

If you like, I can...

sub you rent for a
while, till you find a job.

Yeah, but I don't
want any old job.

I wanna do something exciting.

Actually, I know a guy who's got
contacts in events management.

Or I could try stripping!

Yeah.

Did you bring the present? I
thought we could open it together.

What the hell do you think you're
doing, giving me a gun as a gift?

- Who have you told?
- My mum found it.

- She went to the police.
- Shit!

- Why didn't you stop her?
- I didn't know she found it!

- Did you shoot someone, Jaff?
- No, of course I didn't.

I was just keeping it
for a friend. That's all.

He needed a safe hiding place.

Now, tell me, Erin...

where is the gun now?

The police have got it.
They raided the house.

They Tasered my dad.

- They gave him a heart attack!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby.

But did you tell them
that I gave it to you?

I had to. But I didn't tell
them you called tonight.

Not like you deserved
it! You used me.

What's she ringing
you for, Jaff?

If you're cheating on me after
everything you've put me through,

I might as well go
to the police now...

You do that...
and I will kill you.

Morning!

- Good night, was it?
- Yeah.

Amazing.

That guy I mentioned is gonna
help me get into events management.

The events management
guy. How old is this guy?

I don't know. Thirties.

Are you sure
that's all he wants?

'Cause God forbid he
thought I had any actual talent.

You're the one that wanted
me to get the job and move out.

- I only said that...
- It's fine, I get it.

You've got Annie and the baby.

- Maybe you want one of your own.
- Whoa, whoa. Where's all this...

And then there's Mum
and her new family.

Maybe I should open a crèche.

Tracy, what's this really about?

I came here to sort my head out.

And... you don't
even talk to me.

And when you do,
all you do is lecture.

I lecture you?

So, I don't have the
right to an opinion?

No.

No, you lost that right
when you walked out on us.

Just because we've had no
reported shootings matching this gun,

that doesn't mean that
there isn't a victim out there

that we've yet to find.

And as I'm already
one officer down,

it means we have to
pick up the pace on this.

Tariq.

Uh, no report on any
stolen black Audi TTs as yet.

Ken, the search warrant
for Jaff Kitson's flat?

The CPS are presenting
the report this morning.

Come on. He
networks, he schmoozes.

There must be plenty of
people out there who know him.

We could try Mitchell's Bar on
Bridge Street. Jaff used to own it.

An application was made last
month to transfer the license

to the new owner,
Mitchell Channing.

It seems Jaff Kitson refused
to sign the consent form,

but they granted it anyway.

Right. Fancy a pint?

- We're not open yet.
- Mitchell Channing?

- Yeah?
- DCI Banks.

DI Morton.

We understand you bought this
place from Jaff Kitson a few months ago.

- You still in touch?
- No.

We know he refused to transfer
the license of this place over to you.

Why was that?

He needed the money,
then he changed his mind.

How much did you pay for it?

We can find out.

I paid in cash. What's he done?

Have you any idea where he
might be? Who his friends are?

Nah. I don't hang
out with wankers.

That was some
outburst yesterday.

- Banks should try anger management.
- Worked for you, did it?

Constable Warburton, DS Cabbot.

- How's Peter Doyle?
- Still on life support.

I'd just like you to walk
us through what happened.

Well, no-one answered the door.

They were arguing.
It was escalating.

So, DI Morton decided to
raise the risk assessment.

Myself and Constable Alice Craig
entered through the front door.

Constables Gemmill
and Miles, behind us,

were tasked with
securing the weapon.

It was dark, like this.

Yeah, the electricity was off.

Looks like Doyle was
re-wiring the house.

We weren't informed
that the power was off.

It was a bloody obstacle course.
One of the officers fell over.

- The door slammed shut, it was chaos.
- You didn't have a torch?

Before I could get to it, the girl
came running out, screaming.

Constable Clarke was
bringing her under control here

when the father appeared
in the doorway, shouting.

- Threatening.
- Threatening?

- Wielding what looked like a weapon.
- But was, in fact, a walking stick.

In the dark, it could've been
anything. A baseball bat, a sword.

Constable Warburton,
the light, please?

- Like this?
- Yeah.

He appeared to be about
to attack Constable Clarke,

so I discharged my Taser.

And where were you, exactly?

Constable Warburton reacted precisely
as standard operating procedure.

I'm not aware of
anything in the SOP

that specifies a Taser
should be aimed at the chest.

I aimed for the right arm, the
one holding the stick... but I missed.

The lad's owned
up to his mistake.

So I trust, in your report,
you'll take into account

the mitigating
circumstances of his error.

Basically, they went in blind,

thanks to DI Morton.

After Warby,

Constable Warburton, after
he discharged the Taser,

the old guy collapsed,
so I gave him CPR.

Did you believe Peter Doyle was
brandishing some sort of weapon?

Yeah, definitely. We
couldn't see anything.

So in your opinion, Constable
Warburton was right to Taser him?

I know you guys
are tight-knit, Alice.

Your lives depend on it.

I'm the youngest on the unit.

You know, a fast-tracked
female officer...

- Doesn't always go down too well.
- Exactly.

You've got two choices. Either be
one of the boys or you shag around.

So which one did you go for?

What will happen if Constable
Warburton's held accountable?

There'll be a
misconduct hearing.

No, you have to understand.
In the dark, it was bedlam...

It must have been, for him
to miss Peter Doyle's arm.

Hey, you.

Yeah, well, that
could be a bit tricky.

I don't know. I'm thinking
of leaving town for a while.

Don't know. London, maybe.

Hey, listen. Listen, I
don't suppose you fancy

coming on a bit of a
road trip with me, do you?

Cool. Uh-huh.

I'll give you a
call later, yeah?

All right.

And you know what, look, I
can show you my new ride.

All right, babe. Bye.

We could hear Erin Doyle
inside, issuing threats.

She sounded hysterical.

We believed her to
be a very real threat.

Superintendent Trethowan was keen
to raise the risk assessment at once.

Yet ultimately, it was
your decision, DI Morton.

Yes, and I stand by it.

Even though you neglected
to tell the armed response team

that the Doyle house
was being re-wired?

- How could I have known that?
- By talking to Juliet Doyle.

It was me that
talked to Juliet Doyle.

I was more concerned
with keeping her calm

than grilling her about her
husband's latest DIY project.

You also failed to inform
the unit that Peter Doyle

was using a walking stick,
following a recent knee operation.

Again, a detail that's
only relevant in hindsight.

The damage was
done inside the house.

Damage that could have been avoided
had the officer who fired the Taser

known that Peter Doyle
wasn't in the best of health.

He was using a walking stick, as
opposed to brandishing a weapon.

- Did you do all the necessary checks?
- Of course I did.

Including Peter Doyle's
medical records?

No. I honestly didn't think to.

That's not necessarily
standard practice.

The officer who fired the Taser
is merely trying to pass the buck

because their incompetence
caused a near-fatality.

I can see how
I'm an easy target.

However, I didn't check
Peter Doyle's medical records,

and I take full
responsibility for that.

OK, interview is over.

I'll expect a full report on the
ACC's desk in the morning.

Well, that's precisely why I
didn't want you to get involved.

Well, I can't back
down now, can I?

Can we do something tonight?
Take our minds off all this.

What? I can't just switch off

when I know that Helen's
reputation is on the line.

We've found a missing person's
case relating to a black TT.

Richard Martin, 33, a club DJ.

He was last seen leaving a
gig in Redcar last Saturday,

around 2:15am,
heading home to Byford.

His car reg was picked
up on the system twice.

First, leaving the motorway on to
the A672, 3:00am, Sunday morning.

That's the last sighting
of Richard Martin's car,

until here, about an hour ago.

Guess who's driving?

Jaff Kitson. Nice work, Ken.

Any records of him
boarding any flights?

No. I've informed
airport security

and Tariq's gone over
to impound the car.

OK, 3:00am, Sunday morning,
Richard Martin goes missing.

Monday night, Jaff Kitson,
driving Richard Martin's black TT,

drops Erin Doyle at home,
leaving a gun with her.

Then today, Jaff Kitson dumps
the black TT at the airport.

If the gun was used
on Richard Martin...

Why would he hold on to the gun?

If Jaff Kitson killed
Richard Martin,

then why not just
get rid of the weapon?

- Why leave it with your girlfriend?
- So he could go back and get it?

To what end?

Kill someone else?

What the hell is Jaff
Kitson mixed up in?

Something else I
don't understand...

Why did you cave in
so easily down there?

Because I should have
asked more questions.

Uh... Maybe it is my fault.

Boss. This is new.

White BMW. Looks like he's trying
to run Richard Martin off the road.

Looks like there's two of them.

Look who's in the
passenger seat.

Jaff Kitson had an accomplice?

"NL12 PNZ."

The BMW's registered
to Alistair Jenkins.

You're joking.

Who's Alistair Jenkins?

Millionaire property
developer, head of AJ Ltd.

All-round nasty piece of work,
destroys anyone who gets in his way.

Richard Martin wouldn't be
the first person to disappear

after running in to him.

DCI Banks.

Can't say I've missed
your surprise visits.

Do you know this man?

Never seen him
before in my life.

Mr. Jenkins, where were you
on Sunday night at 3:00am?

In bed.

Can anybody vouch for that?

My wife died last year.

No woman could ever replace her.

So who was driving your BMW
with Jaff Kitson in the passenger seat?

Jaff Kitson?

Your financial adviser
for the last five years.

- Not my car.
- Really?

It's got your number plate.

NL12 PNZ.

Richard Martin had his car
run off the road by your BMW.

Jaff Kitson then dumped
Richard Martin's stolen Audi TT

before attempting to hide a gun
which had been recently fired.

Now, we suspect that he, or you,

shot Richard Martin
and stole his car.

I'm really not into carjacking.

No. But you are into
violence and intimidation.

Whatever I was into,
none of which was proven...

Only because your victims
always withdrew evidence.

Usually from a hospital bed.

In fact, the last bloke who crossed
you vanished without a trace.

I'm a changed man. That's why
I gave Jaff the boot last week.

He'd become too
volatile, out of control.

He's got a spare set of
keys for the Beamer, too.

So seems I was
right to let him go.

If he gets in touch,
you'll be the first to know.

Would you mind if I took a
set of prints, Mr. Jenkins?

Yeah, I would, actually.

Why would they
run a DJ off the road

in the early hours
of the morning?

And why was Jaff
Kitson cocky enough

to swan around in his
stolen Audi TT until today?

- He thought he'd got away with it.
- So, what's changed?

Do you think someone tipped
him off that we'd found the gun?

Who knew, apart
from the Doyle family?

We need to talk to Erin Doyle.

I wanted Erin to answer the door
rather than go back to her room.

I thought it was Alan, you see.

Next thing, these
thugs are breaking in.

- Erin ran out. I went after her.
- Did you have your walking stick?

Eh?

One of the officers said that
you had it raised in the air.

Did you see anything, Erin?

No. They pushed me to the floor.

It's hard to remember.

Maybe.

He's not long come round.
He's still a bit confused.

I'm not surprised. Especially
when the lights were out.

What makes you say that?

You were re-wiring the house.

Yeah...

So you'd switched the power off.

I'd had a cuppa.

Whether I'd turned
the power off after that...

I really don't know.

He hit the wall here.

Was forced to stop.

Jaff Kitson nicked his car...

And rolled up in Eastvale with a
gun which had been recently used.

Call the support unit.

We need to search for a body.

There are more questions
to ask in this inquiry, sir.

- Do you have any evidence?
- No, but if you give me more time...

When you took this on, you assured
me you could be completely unbiased.

Anyway, I didn't form the
impression that DI Morton is someone

- you feel a personal loyalty to.
- No, no, I don't, but...

Well, then, you have to accept
that the results of our inquiry

will hold her entirely to blame.

What will happen to her?

Sadly, this could well be
the end of DI Morton's career.

Have you seen Jaff Kitson or
spoken to him since Monday night?

No.

Can I check your
phone, please, Erin?

- Why, do you not trust me?
- Trust works both ways.

If you're lying, it
may lead me to think

that you knew you were hiding
a potential murder weapon.

No, I didn't, I swear.

Jaff texted me last night.

We met up in the city center.

Did you tell him
we'd found the gun?

Yeah. I give him what for,
and then I just left him there.

- Do you know where he is now?
- No.

Jaff Kitson may have
shot and killed this man.

If you're lying to us
again, we'll have no choice

other than to arrest you for
perverting the course of justice.

We're trying to help you, Erin.
Jaff Kitson is a dangerous man.

Are you in love with him? Is
that why you're protecting him?

Because I don't think he
loves you. I think he's using you.

He did love me!

He told me, and that was
before he gave me the present.

And if he has gone off
me, it's your Tracy's fault.

Tracy? What's Tracy
got to do with it?

She stole him from me!

She rang him last night
when I was with him.

He probably shagged her right
after he threatened to kill me.

Hi, this is Tracy.
Leave a message.

If your luck's in,
I'll get back to you.

Tracy, love,

when you get this message,
will you call me, please?

I am so up for this.

- My dad's being such a dickhead.
- How come?

He keeps interrogating
me. Once a policeman...

- Your dad's a cop?
- He's a bloody DCI, no less.

So, where are you taking me?

On the ride of your life.

Hi, this is Tracy.
Leave a message.

If your luck's in,
I'll get back to you.

Tracy, this is Dad.
Just call me, please.

Banks.

Hi, Alan. 24/7 Speedy Cabs
picked up Tracy from your cottage

at 12:45 this afternoon,

and dropped her at Merrion
Street at around 1:15.

All CCTV coverage along the
street from one o'clock onwards.

- Yeah, she had an overnight bag.
- Did she say where she was going?

No.

Look, if you've had a row, might
she have gone to her mum's?

No. I checked.

- I need the boss.
- Ken wants you.

Tracy's phone is
somewhere in the city center.

She received a call from a Pay-As-
You-Go number at 10:46 this morning,

and a text message, same
number, an hour later, saying...

Say... Saying what, Ken?

"Pack something sexy. J."

Alan, where are you? Alan?

We've lost him now.

Mr. Kitson, open up.

Got the warrant to
search Jaff Kitson's flat.

Too late. Jaff Kitson's laptop. See
if there's a link to Richard Martin.

Richard Martin is a single DJ
from Byford. No connection as yet.

Jaff Kitson and Al Jenkins,

they're more than
just business partners.

They're close pals, but
they run a man off the road,

they shoot him and then
they stash the gun, why?

Tracy's phone's still live
somewhere near the Merrion Centre.

That doesn't mean she is.

Get uniform down there, Ken.

Sorry. Occupational hazard.

Thinking the worst because
of what we see at work.

It's what I fail to see,
that's what gets me.

We're not mind readers.

My son ended up in
the cells, remember?

I hate to bring this
up now, but you broke

into Jaff Kitson's
flat without a warrant,

which means evidence found on
that laptop could be inadmissible.

Do you think I give a shit?

Sorry, Helen.

Every parent of every missing child
that I've ever given assurances to,

I had no idea what
they were going through.

I need to talk
to you in private.

Alan, Helen,

could you come with us?

Peter Doyle has
taken out a civil suit

against the Chief
Constable for negligence.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you this,

but according to the
Professional Standards report,

the blame lies with you, Helen.

There's liability on the part
of Yorkshire Constabulary.

"Peter Doyle's unlawful
shooting was the result

of a failure of
intelligence support.

DI Morton sent the
Armed Response Unit

into an extremely
hazardous situation

without alerting them to the fact
that the house was being rewired,

and with the power cut off,
the hallway was in darkness,

and Peter Doyle was
using a walking stick."

And the officer who fired the Taser
is absolved of any responsibility?

No, I'm not having this!

I'm as unhappy
about this as you are.

I have the utmost respect for
you, Helen, but my hands are tied.

- Until this legal case is over...
- I'm on paid suspension.

Yeah, I'll clear my desk.

Helen, you can't
take this lying down.

- But if I'm to blame, what can I do?
- I don't think you are to blame.

This is all about Trethowan
protecting his team, lobbying the ACC

and using you as a scapegoat.

But why would an officer of his
caliber do that? It was an accident.

We've only got their version. You
didn't see what went on in the house.

- No, I didn't go in there.
- Well, neither did Trethowan.

Well, not until afterwards.

What?

Yeah, after I called the crime
scene team, I went to find Trethowan

and he came out of the house.
He did, yeah. I'm almost sure of it.

Excuse me, sir.

You might want to see this.

Helen, I'm sorry. I really am.

Is that Tracy?

- What's going on?
- She's been seeing Jaff Kitson.

- Now, the boss can't get hold of her.
- Shit.

Tariq, rewind that. I want
to see who the driver is.

Right, pass on the
car details to ANPR.

Helen, please don't go
anywhere. We're going to sort this.

Annie, come with me.

Tracy bumped into Erin and Jaff
in a bar about three weeks ago.

Jaff got Tracy's number. He
promised he could find her work.

Erin thought something was
going on, but Jaff talked her round.

He must've liked
Tracy to start with.

He liked Erin Doyle, but, last
night, he threatened to kill her.

He's an arch manipulator, Annie.

Tracy fell for him because
I took my eye off the ball.

- Alan...
- All I know is she was under my roof,

in my care. I should
have kept her safe.

What...?

What if he's taken
her because of me?

Where's Jaff Kitson?

- Haven't you found him?
- Don't piss me about.

- We know how close you two are.
- Sorry, I can't help you.

Jaff Kitson has taken my daughter
somewhere, and I've no idea where.

Now, this may be a game to
you, but she means the world to me

so you better tell me where
he is, or, I promise you,

I will do whatever it
takes to bring you down

because I'm not walking away from
this. And this time, neither are you.

Empty threats and
no real evidence.

Some things never change.

Now, you can arrest me or bugger
off before I sue you for harassment.

I don't blame you for bricking it.
The boy's not right in the head.

Come on.

Your little plan with the
gun backfired, didn't it?

Have you learnt nothing from me?

Yeah. Not to trust you.

See, the thing is...

you are in a hole.

And I'm the only one
who can get you out.

You need me, old man.

And you always have done.

Come on.

What are you up to?

- Is that...?
- Mm-hmm.

DCI Banks' daughter.

Now, you can exchange her for
the gun in return for the original deal,

which was half your assets.

I bet he'd do anything
to get her back.

I've just heard.

I'm so sorry. I can't imagine.

We'll do everything
we can to find her.

I don't want to pull rank,
Alan, but in view of the fact

that this case is so personal to
you now, you should step back.

- No, please, don't do this.
- It's for your own good.

If it were me, I'd be
going out of my mind...

You can't take me off.

I let this happen.

It's my job to find her
and bring her home.

How did I know you
were going to say that?

Look, I've got
Helen to worry about.

I can't afford for
you to go off the rails.

Just don't do anything stupid.

They've found Richard
Martin's body. I've got to go.

Why did you lie to us about
buying the bar from Jaff Kitson

when it was Al Jenkins
that sold it to you?

Why didn't you tell us that?

I should warn you that both
men are suspects in a gun crime,

possibly murder.

OK.

I bought the bar off Al, but the
money went into Jaff's pocket.

Al Jenkins isn't the kind of man to
give something away for nothing.

Yet you end up with the bar,
Jaff Kitson ends up with the cash.

Well, I think... that maybe
Jaff was blackmailing him.

It's you I'm interested in, Al
Jenkins' new flavor of the month.

I just work for him.

No offence, but
why would Al Jenkins

replace a skilled
businessman like Jaff Kitson

with an unemployed
amateur from Deptford?

He must have been pretty
desperate to put you in charge.

You better drop this!

Now I'm even more intrigued.

Ah, Superintendent Trethowan.

DI Morton. I'm sorry about
the outcome of the inquiry.

Why, when you got away with it?

Got away with what?
Whatever happened in there,

you went back into the
Doyle house after the event.

In the heat of the moment,
I'd forgotten, so I didn't say.

But there's no mention
of it in your statement.

- No, that's because it didn't happen.
- But I saw you come out.

Well, no one else did.

It's rather convenient for you to
start imagining such details now.

You've been under a lot of strain.
I'm not sure you should even be here.

Why would a policeman's
daughter get involved

with someone like Jaff Kitson?

Because she's a
policeman's daughter.

They're not Jaff Kitson's prints
on the cartridge of the gun.

So, whose are they?

Ken.

They aren't Jaff's fingerprints.

I'm checking Ident
One for a match.

OK. Sort out a warrant
for Al Jenkins' arrest.

Doc.

It looks like he
took quite a beating.

Punched and kicked and
shot twice in the chest here.

I'd say he's been dead
about three to four days.

Looks like a nine
millimeter to me.

Thanks.

- Tracy?
- It's Al Jenkins.

I'm standing at
Richard Martin's grave.

In Hazel Woods.

Who killed him?

Where's Jaff Kitson?

If he hurts my
daughter, I swear...

Oh, he won't. Not just yet.

He knows how much
she means to you.

If you want to see her
again, I suggest we meet up.

Yeah, I know it.

What the hell were
you playing at?

Verbally assaulting
a senior officer.

Trethowan's made a formal complaint,
and you've just made your situation

a whole lot worse
for the tribunal.

Tell me, Annie, when
you interviewed Trethowan,

did you give him as hard
a time as you gave me?

Did you know Trethowan
went back into the Doyle house

after the gun was recovered

and Peter Doyle had
been brought out?

'Cause there's mention
of that in your report.

- He didn't tell me.
- I saw him come out.

So why would a senior
officer go back into the house

and compromise the integrity
of a crime scene? Why?

- If there's an innocent explanation...
- Why did he hide it from me?

Trethowan knows I'm powerless
because I've been suspended.

He's relying on the fact
that no one will believe me.

- Jaff.
- You're OK.

- You fainted.
- Did I?

- Where are we?
- It's just a house I'm overseeing.

I can't remember anything.

Oh, my God.

- Did you drug me?
- I didn't do anything.

Well, you did, Jaff.
You must have.

- Why?
- Oh, come on.

Now, have some water.
It'll make you feel better.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! You
are not going anywhere,

so don't make me do
something I'll regret.

My dad, the police
will be looking for me.

They'll track the
GPS on my phone.

Well, unfortunately for you, I
ditched your phone in Leeds.

Oh, come on. You're the
one who wanted an adventure.

This is just a bit of business.

How do I fit in?

I'm hoping that your dad
will want his little girl back.

And preferably in one piece.

Ain't it beautiful here?

I used to bring Miranda, my
wife, up here towards the end.

She found it comforting that all
this was here before she was born,

- and would be long after she'd gone.
- What do you want from me?

I want to make a confession.

Sunday night on the motorway,

Richard Martin cut me
up and I wasn't having it.

- I killed him.
- Road rage?

Yeah, I lost it after
years of reigning it in.

Jaff was meant to clean up,
but he kept hold of the gun.

They're my prints
on the cartridge.

He wanted to exact concessions.

So, if you get me the gun, in
exchange for your daughter...

Jaff gets his concessions.

Why did you keep
your prints on the gun?

For God's sake, he's
got your daughter.

He drugged her and stuck
her in the boot of his car.

If you refuse or call back-up,

I'll take what's coming.

But once Jaff realizes
that she's of no use to him...

she won't be the
first body he's buried.

You've got till
tomorrow morning.

I'm all right.

According to his medical records,
Al Jenkins has got secondary cancer,

lung and abdomen.

He's got a couple
of months at best.

Boss, go home, get some rest.

There's nothing more you can do
here. We'll call if anything comes up.

We will find her.

'Night, Ken.

It was bad enough

when I thought Tracy
had gone with him willingly,

'cause part of me hoped she
wouldn't even realize she was in danger.

But he drugged her, Helen.

He threw her in
the boot of his car.

If I just tried to stay
with her this morning,

just tried to talk to her...

Blaming yourself won't help. You
need to think like a police officer.

What matters is that Al Jenkins
has admitted to killing Richard Martin.

We have a gun that may have
his prints on. You should arrest him.

And risk Tracy's life?

So, you trust Al
Jenkins over your team?

He gave me no choice.

Well, you can't go
back and take the gun.

Not now that I know about it.

What would you do if it
was one of your children?

God knows.

But there are Standard
Operating Procedures for a reason.

Look where they got you.

If you hadn't insisted
on following procedure,

your career wouldn't
be on the line right now.

Annie's right. I should
never have listened to you.

Because now you
wouldn't be in this mess.

I still think I did
the right thing.

You can't let a murderer
walk free, whatever's at stake.

Because you cross that
line, and it will destroy you.

And I'm truly sorry for
what you're going through.

But you need to
trust me on this.

I can think straight because
it's not my child that's out there.

Alan? Alan?

- What are you doing?
- I'm looking for...

something,

anything that might help.

I had to come. Whatever
shit's gone down at work,

I'm still your girlfriend...

Annie, I don't have
time for this right now.

I want to help.
Don't push me away.

Hey.

Alan.

Hey.

Y... You need to go.

- No.
- Please.

Is that what you want?

- Please.
- OK.

Al...

it's DCI Banks.

I need you all to understand
we treat this case like any other.

Our sole objective is
to get Tracy Banks back

and Jaff Kitson locked
up on a safe conviction.

OK?

Annie.

The gun we recovered
killed Richard Martin.

Al Jenkins and Jaff Kitson
were working together.

If Jenkins' prints match
the unidentified partials

on the gun cartridge,
we've nailed him.

If he's in league with Kitson,
we have a direct line to Tracy.

If Jaff Kitson is using
Tracy as leverage,

- why hasn't he issued demands?
- You think I need reminding, Ken?

Thanks, everyone.

Ken's right. There's been
no contact from Jaff Kitson.

He'll be in touch. I'm sure.

Annie, last night, I'm
sorry. I was in a bad place.

It's fine. I just
wanted to help.

I know.

I know the inquiry's
supposed to be over,

but I've dug out more background
on the Armed Response Unit,

and it puts things
in a new light.

I've had fingerprints taken
from the Doyle's hallway

to see if Trethowan went in
there. I'm waiting for the results.

Good. I need Helen
back on the team.

With grouping like that, why did
Trethowan fast-track you, Alice?

- Or is this just an off day?
- What's he said?

He didn't have
to. I had a hunch.

You found your best
option, sleep with your boss.

Hundred percent.

But then I'd expect no
less from an expert shot,

among the top five
percent in the country

with an exemplary record
and a glut of trophies.

And, yet, you missed a
man's arm from 15 feet.

The lights were off.

The power was disconnected.

You know, I've refused
firearms training five times.

Why? Because I don't
want to carry a gun.

I really don't want
to carry a gun.

- Why not?
- Because I might have to use it.

It must stick in your throat,

an officer previously renowned
for keeping a cool head,

now on record as a loose cannon.

How come you lost
your nerve, Mark?

Unless someone else did.

What did Trethowan promise you?

That I'd hold onto my career.

Now, you give me one good
reason why I should let that happen.

When did Constable
Alice Craig volunteer

to be part of the
Armed Response Unit?

Six months ago. Why?

And you approved her posting,
despite her lack of experience.

She had potential.

How many viable operations
had she been part of?

One.

I really don't see
the relevance.

Couple of months ago,
Constable Alice Craig

failed her refresher course.

Why didn't you revoke
her authorization card?

She deserved another chance.

Because you were
having an affair with her?

Is that why she was
over-promoted in the first place?

Why are Constable Craig's
skills being called into question?

According to DI Morton, you
went back into the Doyle house

after Peter Doyle
had been evacuated,

after the Armed Response Unit

had vacated the premises
with the rogue weapon.

DI Morton is
clutching at straws.

Constable Warburton said you
ordered him to take the blame.

- He's lying.
- It was Constable Alice Craig

that missed the light switch,
panicked and fired the Taser.

She failed to put on the light,
that's why the place was in the dark.

You have no evidence to
substantiate these allegations.

If you're telling the truth,

how did your fingerprints come to
be on the fuse box in the hallway?

You went back into the
Doyle house after the event,

realized the place
was being rewired,

switched off the electricity

and dumped your unit's
blunder on DI Morton.

I just wanted to...

protect Alice.

You were protecting yourself
because you knew damn well

your girlfriend
wasn't up to the job.

Well, this puts you in
the clear. Good work.

- I'm sorry...
- I should thank...

Sorry, you go ahead.

I should never
have taken the job.

I got my priorities
wrong. Let down the team.

But having accepted the job,
you did it to the best of your ability.

Saved the day, in fact,
despite our personal differences.

And I fully respect
you for that.

If I give you a hard time
for sticking to the rules,

it's only because you make
us lesser mortals look bad.

I've just had a
call from Exhibits.

- The gun's missing.
- What?

- What happened with Helen?
- She's in the clear.

The gun's gone missing
from the Exhibit Room.

Where are you? You're meant
to be bringing Al Jenkins in.

He's not at home. I'm there now.

The forensic accounting
report's come back.

Al Jenkins has given Mitchell
Channing everything he owns.

Tariq's bringing
Channing to the station.

We think he might
lead us to Jaff Kitson.

We need you back here
now, where you should be.

Call Jaff.

He's taken the gun, hasn't he?

No, no, no, no, no, I'll
meet you there at 8:00pm.

You hand over the documents
first, and then I'll hand over the girl.

We are gonna play
this my way for once, Al.

This plan won't work. If my
dad gets caught, everyone loses.

Well, no one more
than him, right?

Would you really kill me, Jaff?

Doesn't all this prove
I'm capable of anything?

Jaff will hand your
daughter over to me

in exchange for these documents,

which guarantee I'll give
him half of my assets.

He thinks I'm taking her elsewhere
to meet you in exchange for the gun.

So, you keep out of sight,
and, once we're clear,

arrest him.

Over the past month, Al
Jenkins has been withdrawing

from all his off-shore
accounts, and on Tuesday,

he transferred all his money,
property and assets to you.

- Why?
- You'll have to ask him.

Is it a money-laundering
scam? Is Al Jenkins using you?

No, he's not using me.

I know you're not long for this
world, good riddance, frankly,

but why are you so desperate to
save yourself from being caught

when you'll be lucky to see a
remand hearing, let alone do the time?

Why kill a man in cold blood

after years of getting
grunts to do your dirty work?

It was on my bucket list.

And was giving everything you've
got to Mitchell Channing on your list?

You said Jaff Kitson
was blackmailing him,

but it's you who's got his fortune
sitting in your bank account.

Al wanted someone to
take over the business.

Why would he trust his empire
to an inexperienced stranger?

- I'm not a stranger!
- Known him less than two months.

- He's terminally ill, Mitchell.
- I know!

I never asked for a penny.

I'd give it all back just
to spend time with him.

He may be a mean
old bastard, but...

he's my dad.

I thought I couldn't have kids.

Then my son tracks me down after a
somewhat forgotten one-night stand.

That's why you didn't want
to give us a set of your prints,

because they wouldn't
match the set on the gun.

They're Mitchell
Channing's prints on the gun.

But why would he
kill Richard Martin?

He was wound up
by that little prick

who was meant to
be looking after him.

Jaff Kitson?

See, he loved his wife. He...

He didn't want anyone to
know that he cheated on her.

I mean...

I mean, I'm not even
allowed to call him "Dad".

And he still loves me.

He'd do anything for me.

We'll need to take a
set of your fingerprints.

Mitchell had not long found me.

I didn't want to
tell him I was dying.

They were out in my car,
and Jaff told him out of spite,

knowing it would devastate him.

And right out of nowhere, this
guy cut Mitchell up and he saw red.

He gets out of
control, like I used to.

He'd just had the
worst news of his life.

He beat the guy up. Badly.

And that's where Jaff
saw an opportunity.

He told Mitchell to shoot
the guy, finish him off.

Mitchell just did as he was told?
He killed a complete stranger?

Mitchell isn't the brightest.

And no match for Jaff Kitson.

He knew he'd have
Mitchell's prints on the gun.

So he hid it in order
to blackmail you.

Knowing that if I
did anything to him,

the gun would surface
and go to the police.

On Erin Doyle's birthday.

Jaff never knew his father.

For five years, he'd
been like a son to me.

And then Mitchell showed
up, a chip off the old block.

All he had to do was
look after my son.

Instead, he turned
him into a killer!

Mitchell Channing,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the
murder of Richard Martin.

You'd better go.

There he is. Right, come here.

Why couldn't you have
looked after both of us, Al?

I would have.

Hand her over.

- This is the end, Jaff.
- Tracy!

Dad!

Major firearms
incident, Centenary Park!

Emergency services, now!

Dad?

Please!

- Dad?
- Tracy.

Are you OK?

I am so, so sorry.

Listen, I won't let you down
again. Not ever. I promise.

An unauthorized
firearms operation?

I had to win Al Jenkins'
trust to get my daughter back.

And Constable Mark Warburton
should get nothing more

- than a slap on the wrist?
- Yes, sir.

And, ultimately, it's
all about the outcome.

That sounds about right, sir.

Go home.

How did it go?

He's a pragmatist.

Well, I still don't approve.

I wouldn't expect anything less.

That's why I need
you on my team.

You and Annie.

She understands
how much I value you.

What about how
much you value her?

You do know she's
in love with you?

Is Tracy all right?

Yeah.

I wish you'd told me about the
gun. I would've let you take it.

That's why I couldn't tell you.

That's why I asked you to go.

I don't understand when I
stopped being your mate.

Someone you could confide in.

I love you, Annie.

I just need time to
think about my daughter,

think about you.

I just need more time.

I'm not a very
patient woman, Alan.

I'll understand if you
get tired of waiting.

- I hope with all my heart...
- Boss?

Major incident. They
want us to attend. I'll drive.

Bagsy front seat.