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Control to all
patrols involved in this operation.

I can confirm that this is
a covert channel at this time.

Charlie Zulu Five Five, sit rep.

Charlie Zulu Five Five, loading up.

Five minutes to depart.

Received, Five Five.

Control, Charlie Zulu Five Five.

Please confirm enclosure
secured and you're ready to go

to State Five.

Charlie Zulu Five Five,

en route with Transport Echo
Delta Nine Zero Five.

Control, Charlie Zulu Five Five,
from Duty Officer.

All clear on primary route.

Control from Five Five, possible contact.

Stand by for sit rep.

Control standing by, Five Five.

All clear.

Received.

Seven Five, Five Five.

Active message on two.

RTC up ahead.

Keep going.

Charlie Zulu Five Five, Control,

road traffic collision on Brown Lane,

request local units attend.

Help! My baby!

Control received,
Charlie Zulu Five Five. Standing by.

My baby!

Back up, back up!

Seven Five, stop.

Copy.

Cover target vehicle.

We're giving assistance
until locals attend then we'll TL.

- Copy all, skip.
- My baby!

I can't get her out!

Control, Charlie Zulu Five Five,
request IR

to Brown Lane RTC.

My baby!

Please! Please!

Please can you help my baby?!

One Five, please make towards Brown Lane.

Re-report of RTC.

Echo Delta Six Four, State Five
to Brown Lane RTC.

ETA two minutes.

Two minutes! Take the lorry!

No time for that soft lad. Let him go!

Come on!

Come on, let's go.

We need to get the gear out of here!

Move the lorry.

Let's move! Let's move!

Control, Charlie Zulu Five Five,
are you receiving?

If she's alive, finish her!

Can I slow
patrols down? Five Five, receiving?

She's a goner!

Come on! Let's go!

Control Charlie Zulu Five Five,
request sit rep?

Control Charlie Zulu Five Five,

Status Zero, Brown Lane,

ED-905 hijacked by armed suspects.

All units, transport
ED-905 has been hijacked.

Request units to Brown Lane
to assist with officers.

State Zero and all units obs on.

Give.

My favourite!

Job done.

Nice work, lads.

Now let's get this lot shifted.

Sir.

What have we got?

Hijack of a transport by
armed men wearing dark balaclavas.

Three AFOs pronounced dead at the scene.

Fourth critically wounded.

Mother of God.

The convoy was transporting
drugs from Eastfield Depot to the

incineration facility.

The firearms and balaclavas all fit
with the established OCG activity.

As you were.

The transport contained heroin
with a street value of ten million.

Now the drugs themselves were
code number ED-905,

originally seized about 18 months ago.

So the chances are the OCG that
paid for it in the first place

wanted it back, or maybe a rival OCG did.

Either way, ED-905's back
in the hands of organised crime.

Yeah, well, one thing's for sure,
they certainly had access

to inside information. OK.

Steve, Kate,
consider yourselves assigned.

Find that leak.

- Sir.
- Sir.

- Steve, are you OK to open a case number?
- Ma'am.

Maneet.

Sarge.

We need to open a case file
on the Eastfield hijack.

Evening.

Cheers.

PS Cafferty, DI Fleming, AC-12.

DS Arnott. We're sorry about what
happened to your team this morning.

The doctor said you might be
up for answering some questions

about the hijack.

No-one said AC-12 were on this.

We've just opened our inquiry.

We've listened to recordings
of your RT with Control.

This is the transcript.

Now, initially you decided
to follow procedure

and continue the convoy,
and then you changed your mind

and attended the alleged
road traffic collision.

There's no "alleged", ma'am.

I saw a mother fighting to save her baby.

I've got kids of my own.
What else was I going to do?

It must've been very distressing for you.

There was immediate
threat to life, ma'am.

I did my duty as a police officer.

No-one's accusing you of anything, Jane.

Yet.

The OCG didn't look into a crystal ball.

The hijack required inside information.

Anyone spared immediately
becomes a person of interest.

And I'm not telling you anything
you don't already know, Sarge.

The lorry driver got away
without so much as a scratch.

We've learned he didn't get told
the itinerary till a few minutes

before you all set off, and there's
no activity on his phone.

I never said a word to anyone outside

the chain of command about ED-905.

I was lucky, that's all.

You were the only female officer.

- So?
- The only parent.

Yeah.

It wasn't just knowing the itinerary.

The hijackers needed the convoy to stop.

They were counting on
someone ordering your team

back to the burning car
to rescue a child.

Whoever was leaking information
to the OCG, they knew about you.

What, is it?

I haven't told you
the whole truth, ma'am.

- Go on.
- I was spared.

I didn't say, because
I knew you'd be suspicious.

The woman in the car,
the woman who set the trap...

...maybe she didn't want to
leave my kids without a mum.

I don't know.

Whatever the reason, she told
the others that I was dead.

She saved my life.

Can you describe this woman?

The three officers were
PC Kevin Greysham, PC Ray Randhawa

and PC Carl Waldhouse.

All highly trained, authorised
firearms officers.

Our thoughts are with their families
at this very difficult time.

The fourth officer, whose name
and location we're withholding

for her own protection,
is expected to make a complete...

I ended up in a lap-dancing bar.

- Sparkles.
- Yeah.

- I met this worldy.
- Oh, yeah.

She had some bangers on her. Proper.

She's jumping up and down
and that and the room's shaking

and everything, but they didn't move!

Sorry. John, you got a minute?

Yeah, go ahead.

Lise.

I need to tell you something
so that it comes from me first.

The fourth copper...

...she survived.

But you said she was a goner.

I'm not a doctor.

She can ID you.

I'll make it up.

Tell me how.

Not late am I, Sarge?

I'm early.

- Any leads yet?
- Sorry, Sarge.

We're looking at everyone
with knowledge of ED-905.

Nothing yet.

We'll keep working on it.

All right. Cheers.

All right, Maneet. How's the little 'un?

Oh, he's talking all the time now.

- He never shuts up.
- Let's have a look.

Aw! Bless him.

- What's wrong, baby?
- Mummy!

Yeah. Mummy's here.

- What? What?
- Ah, bless him.

- No, Mummy!
- What?

Your feet are so sticky!
I think it's bath time.

Sarge, re the nominal,
I think I might've got something.

Oh, sorry, Maneet.

A betting shop robbery three months ago.

Armed men wearing dark balaclavas.

A female accomplice diverted
staff by claiming her baby had

stopped breathing.

The baby turned out to be a doll.

- Is there a description of the nominal?
- CCTV?

That's the thing, ma'am.

The CCTV's been sequestered.

I tried to access the
details and I was blocked.

Blocked?

What's the case number?

Thanks, Tatleen.

You all right?

All right.

There was a code associated with
the MOPI Notice, C-1601.

C-1601 blocks access to
aspects of a number of cases

and one name kept coming up
as the authorising officer.

Detective Superintendent Alison Powell.

- Never heard of her.
- No. Me neither.

What is this place?

I thought you might know.

DI Fleming, DS Arnott, AC-12.

We've got an appointment with DSU Powell.

They're here.

Alison Powell.

Sir?

- Sir?
- Kate, Steve.

Management of Police Information
exists for a reason.

When you encountered the MOPI Notice,

you set off an electronic tripwire.
I was prepared to overlook that.

And then when your office
requested a meeting, I thought

it best to consult
with Superintendent Hastings.

They are my best team.

They'll get to the root of anything.

The root being what, sir?

Access to certain case
files has been restricted due

to their sensitivity.

I'm not at liberty
to disclose the details,

not even to Superintendent Hastings.

He's here to assure you that there
is nothing unlawful going on.

AC-12 have stumbled on an extremely
sensitive undercover operation.

Is there a UCO embedded in the OCG
that carried out the heroin hijack?

As a former UCO yourself,
DI Fleming, you know

I can't confirm or deny.

I'm a bit baffled here

because I've no idea what
this place is or what you do.

I've been brought in from an
outside force to lead on

a specific operation,
authorised at the highest level,

and we've done a good
job of keeping it hidden.

Till now.

Three police officers
were killed in that hijack.

I can assure you our UCO has not
been authorised to encourage,

enable or commit criminal offences.

Nonetheless, you might
want to extract your officer

and submit some evidence
against the murderers.

Our operation's at a critical stage.

Best served by leaving
our asset in place.

Ma'am, did your UCO provide
intelligence that facilitated

arrests following
the betting shop robbery?

As I said, AC-12 have
stumbled on an undercover operation.

And now I need you all to stumble away.

Ted.

Alison.

What the hell are you playing at,
not keeping me informed?

Sir, it's my job as DI
to take on responsibility.

I wanted to know we were definitely
onto something before I came

knocking at your door.

Sir, an undercover officer involved
in the hijack had a duty to warn

their Covert Ops Manager
officers were in danger.

Same goes for identifying
the betting-shop robber.

Maybe she couldn't make contact
without breaking cover.

She?

You think the UCO's the nominal,
the one that saved Cafferty's life?

Makes sense, sir.
She couldn't stop the hijack

but the best she could do
was limit the loss of life.

Oh, Christ. I've been there.
The lies, the fear.

God only knows what she's going through.

Sorry, Lise, we're loading up.

I'll be right out.

Right. Don't move, lights off,
keep the engine running.

Just do it.

You made his night there, Lise.

Be right with you.

You're all right, Slater.

You take your time.
Shake off all the drips.

You the guys?

Yeah. Yeah, we're the guys.

This your bird?

Bit personal.

Is he yours?

Now the pissing contest's over
with maybe we can talk business.

No business to talk.

You got our merchandise.

Ours, bought and paid for.

Except you lost it and we ventured
some resources into recovering it.

You want a finder's fee.

Call it what you want, mate.

I'd call it half.

What you got is ours.

The filth seizing it way back
when don't make no difference.

Are you going to try putting
it on the street? Our gear?

That's why we should make a deal.

Avoid any conflict of ownership.

I got no problem with conflicts.

Me neither.

Three dead coppers tell you that.

Fight over the merchandise, we both lose.

Make a deal...

...we both win.

She your bird or what?

This is a professional meeting.

I'm here in a professional capacity.

Look at him, not me.

- He's talking sense.
- 50-50.

Half the merchandise

or half the street value.

Makes no difference to us.

50-50 ain't going to happen.

10%.

No, we're facing life for
murdering three coppers, Slater.

That ain't 10%.

We both know you can shift that gear
for ten times what you paid for it.

The numbers work.

Everyone wins.

- Cheers, lad.
- Ta.

I thought we'd lost you for the night.

Just needed a minute
in private, that's all.

Here you are.

Not in the mood, mate.

Come on, Lise.

Don't be stupid. Have a little bump.

Celebrations are a bit
premature, aren't they?

I'll be fine.

We can't trust them, John.
We don't know them.

Look. You don't need to know
someone to play a game.

There's no point talking to
you when you're off your face.

We're getting into business
with bad people.

We're bad people!

Whoa! Look at this.

Now, here we go.

Now the celebrations can really begin!

A pair of crackers! Look at them.

I'll have the two of you.

- Oi, oi!
- Chill out.

What about me?

Get your own.

Sorry, Sarge, have you got a minute?

Yeah.

We've been checking out
officers that were aware

of transport ED-905.

As per instructions, I've been
searching for officers with

any kind of disciplinary record.

Vihaan Malhotra.

Civilian Administrator.

He's one of the staff involved
in organising the processing

and disposal of controlled substances.

Repeated minor disciplinary offences,

mainly for poor time keeping
and irregularities with expenses.

So, what's the problem?

His name came up early on.

I showed the file to Maneet.

I'm not sure why she didn't
think it was worth investigating.

She knows what she's doing.

Sorry.

You're right.

Sit down, Vihaan.

DS Arnott, DI Fleming.

Like to ask you some
questions about the hijack

of seized goods transport ED-905.

Sure, yeah.

Your job here is to
sign off on Seized Goods

when they're no longer
required in evidence.

Our inquiries show you
were responsible for some

- of the paperwork on ED-905.
- Not just that one.

I'm across lots of...

You seem nervous, Vihaan.

Why are you nervous?

Has someone been talking about me?

We did some basic background
checks on you, Vihaan, that's all.

Anything you want to confide?

No.

Vihaan?

I...

I need a glass of water.

Down! Stay down! Down!

Down! Stay down!

Vihaan Malhotra, you're under arrest
for conspiracy to commit robbery.

You do not have to say anything
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention, when questioned,

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Steve, are you all right?

Steve? You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Do you need your back looking at?

- Are you sure?
- I'm fine.

Come on, up. Move!

- Hiya!
- Hey.

Look who's back. How are you doing?

Oh, something smells good!

Proper treat.

You all right?

- Good to go, boss?
- Yeah, let's do this.

Tatleen, is Maneet around?

No, ma'am, called in sick today.
Stomach bug.

OK, thanks.

Document nine in your folders.

Document nine shows calls
made from an unregistered

pay-as-you-go phone,
a so-called burner phone,

to contact other burner phones.

Location triangulation
places your phone near your

home address at the time of the calls.

One of the phones you
were contacting has been

retrospectively placed at the
hijack of transport ED-905.

Did you make this call, Mr Malhotra?

No comment.

At your home, our search
team made a discovery

under your floorboards, submitted
in evidence as item JLM-5.

JLM-5 can be viewed in image 11...

...and image 12.

Used banknotes in the sum of £25,000.

How do you account for
this finding, Mr Malhotra?

- No comment.
- Mr Malhotra,

have you been receiving bribes
from an organised crime group

as an inducement to disclose
sensitive information regarding

police operations, specifically
with respect to transport ED-905?

No comment.

OK, Mr Malhotra, whichever
way you want to play this,

it makes no odds to me.

I've consulted with the
Crown Prosecutor in respect

of conspiracy to commit robbery
and malfeasance in a public office.

And I'm satisfied she'll
agree that the threshold has been

reached to charge you
with these offences.

Also, given the loss of life,
I will be seeking authority to

charge you with conspiracy to murder.

And as you may know,
if convicted, conspiracy to murder

carries a life sentence.

No. No, wait.

Come on, Vihaan.

They never said people'd get killed.

- Who did?
- Who contacted you, Vihaan?

They said her was from
the betting company.

A woman?

Her said they had
a policy of offering people

with big debts
a structured repayment programme.

Her took details off me, everything.

Her used the personal information

I'd given her to find out
all about my private life

and, if I don't do what her say,
her tell my whole family.

Can you describe this woman, Vihaan?

Young.

Dark hair, mixed race.

Pausing interview.

The UCO recruited him
and then she never told anyone.

Maybe she had to find
an informant as part of

ingratiating herself into the OCG.

Giving up Malhotra
risked blowing her cover.

If she'd reported Malhotra,

three coppers wouldn't be
in the morgue right now.

No, this UCO, she's crossed the line.

Powell stonewalled us.

Let's see if Malhotra's more forthcoming.

Resuming interview.

Right. This woman,
how many times did you meet her?

Just a couple of times,
first when her pretended

to be from the betting company
and then when her blackmailed me.

So, after that, how did you
maintain contact with this woman?

No way.

Any leads you can give us
tracing this woman, Vihaan,

that would allow us to show the
court you've assisted our inquiry.

Shorten my sentence, yeah?

More like shorten my life expectancy.

Vihaan, this is an urgent
investigation seeking

hardened criminals.

Three police officers
murdered in cold blood.

We need to find these criminals
and put them behind bars.

If you know names and you
aren't giving them to us,

this is only going to
get worse for you, Vihaan.

We're throwing you a lifeline here, mate.

I know what you're up to.

Don't act like I don't.

What are we up to, Vihaan?

Protecting one of your own.

Her's the one pointed the finger at me

and everyone's acting
like her never done nothing.

We really don't know what
you're talking about, Vihaan.

Bollocks.

Her's as much to blame as me.

Who? Who's as much to blame?

We're good to go with Slater for a trade.

- When?
- Tonight.

Nice one.

Is it?

What do you mean?

I look at you.

There's a little voice telling me,
"She's soft. She's a bottler.

"She'll drag us all down."

- That's bollocks, John.
- Well, prove it.

I want to put Slater out of business.

Show me you're still worth some value.

Or that little voice is
going to start telling me that

I've gave you enough second chances.

Right, it's all yours. I won't be far.

Where's your boss?

Tonight, I'm the boss.

Bullshit.

At most, you take care of the livestock.

We're not selling livestock,
we're selling gear.

Half the street value.

Here's proof of our end.

The rest's in the van outside.

Half was what I agreed with your boss.

Me and you...

...we need to make a new deal.

25%.

25%.

That works.

What's in the van's all yours.

But what's in the van's half the gear.

My boss delivers the rest
once you stump up the other 25%.

Or we could just piss around
all night playing games, Slater.

You seem to like that.

Hey. We're minted!

- Lise!
- Never in doubt, eh.

One last thing before we're even.

Mark Malhotra's card.

Make sure he's 100%
acquainted with the consequences

if he talks about the hijack.

He's already shitting bricks, John.

Now let's not go falling
out again, eh, Lise?

Cheers.

PC Paul Harris and PC Bindra.

Could you just sign in, please?

I can't bear this.

Me neither.

Get set up.

Sir. Sir.

AC-12 interview of Police Constable
Maneet Bindra, in the presence

of her Police Federation rep,

by Superintendent Hastings,
DI Fleming, DS Arnott.

PC Bindra, you do not
have to say anything

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention

when questioned something
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Document eight.

Document eight is a statement
by a member of civilian staff,

Vihaan Malhotra, confessing to disclosing

confidential information
about police operations

to an organised crime group.

What is your relationship
with Vihaan Malhotra?

He's my cousin, ma'am.

Did you deliberately suppress a lead
that would have led us to Malhotra?

A person instrumental in the
hijacking of dangerous narcotics.

I'm sorry.

So you were aware of Malhotra's offences?

PC Bindra?

No, sir, I wasn't aware Vihaan
was passing information to an OCG.

Information that put
three officers in the morgue

and one but for the grace of God!

Document two in your folders.

Document two is a summary of
an internal investigation

into information leakage
that occurred following

the disciplinary proceedings
against DC Jamie Desford.

On screen, video one, an AV
recording of PC Bindra's statement

in respect of the foregoing.

Desford's already
been served a red notice

for his activities in collusion

with Assistant Chief
Constable Derek Hilton.

Yet Desford denies
disclosing sensitive AC-12 files

to Hilton.

Desford claims to have been
deceived in disclosing his username

and password by you.

You've got no evidence
to put her fingers on that keyboard.

Look. Let's stop beating
about the bush, PC Bindra.

Did you use Desford's log-in information

to download confidential files,
which you then passed on

to Assistant Chief Constable Hilton?

Yes, or no?

No, sir, absolutely not.

You work with someone...

...you take them at their word.

More fool me.

Continuing with document eight.

Vihaan Malhotra alleges you
supplied confidential AC-12 files

to Assistant Chief Constable Hilton
in return for Hilton's silence

regarding Malhotra's offences.

No.

No?

I never knew it was so bad,
what Vihaan was doing,

otherwise I'd never have
gone along with it.

Along with what?

It's true ACC Hilton
used Vihaan to blackmail me.

Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

You've got to believe me, sir,
when I tell you Hilton never said

anything about Vihaan
leaking information to an OCG.

He only told me

Vihaan was in danger of dismissal
over his personal problems.

I wanted Vihaan to have a chance
of kicking his gambling addiction.

Hilton said that
he'd pull strings for Vihaan

if I agreed to keep him
in the loop on AC-12 operations.

You were spying on us!

Sir, he was the ACC.

I honestly believed it was lawful.

Then he put more pressure on me,

to reveal more
and more sensitive material.

You could've come to me!

I stopped, sir.

I took early maternity leave.

I couldn't bear what I was doing.

Nothing I can say can
make up for what I did.

Yeah, you're not wrong there.

Sir, there's no evidence Maneet
knew Malhotra was

leaking information to an OCG.

And apart from this, sir, she
has got a spotless service history.

Do you hear that, do you?
Do you hear that?

That's good people.

Honest people.

Sticking up for one of their own.

But you have made a mockery of that.

You are finished here, Constable,

you are finished with the force
and that's only the start of it.

Christ knows what criminal charges
you're going to end up facing!

Superintendent Hastings leaving the room

before I say something
I'm going to regret.

Thank you, everybody, can I have
your attention, please? Thanks.

Well, it's been one hell of a
journey to this point, hasn't it?

And it's been a right few ups
and downs along the way.

We've even had to suffer corrupt
police officers in our midst.

But small mercies.

Maneet's confession has put
the final nail in Hilton's coffin.

Hilton knew about Malhotra.
Oh, yeah, he was the one.

He was the senior
police officer who was running

the show for organised crime.

Killing himself was the only
decent thing that man ever did.

H.

Finally.

Well done, everybody.

Well done.

And to celebrate, I am going to put
a few bob behind the bar

in the Red Lion tonight so you can
all have a drink on the gaffer.

And that is something that does
not happen every day. Correct?

That's true, yeah!

So carry on. Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Sir.

Maneet links to Hilton.

Hilton to Malhotra. Malhotra to the OCG.

And now there's a UCO inside the OCG.

If anyone can prove the gaffer right,

that Hilton was the one pulling
the strings, it's her.

Or prove him wrong.

We need to find her.

Oh, my God.

I fell down the stairs.

Vihaan.

You shouldn't be here.

It's OK, I used a false name on the VO.

Prison Liaison don't know
I'm a police officer.

You can't do nothing.

I can talk some sense into you.

Why'd you even want to help me?

I dobbed you in.

You did the right thing.

I've been living a lie.

Keeping secrets from people
that I care about.

I'm sorry, Maneet, for all of it.

I know you are.

Vihaan, come clean to AC-12.

Tell them everything you know
and you'll be out of here sooner.

Look at me.

This is when I don't say nothing.

I won't talk. I'd never talk.

You always looked after me.

I know.

Hands!

Help me, Maneet.

I ain't up to this.

Tell me how I can help.

Nikki's phone.

I've got a betting tip.

Wrong number.

Odds at 100 to 30.

You sure?

100 to 30.

OK, don't move.

You checked her over?

No weapons, no recording devices.

She's clean.

So, what's all this about?

Vihaan Malhotra.

- He won't talk.
- He did talk.

Told you how to get hold of us.

And that's all.

I want a guarantee he's safe inside.

This is family.

No, this is business.

In return for information.

About what?

Police operations.

Investigations that could
damage your business.

I passed information to ACC Hilton.

I could do the same for you.

I've got an idea how we
could help each other out.

Evening, Mr Hastings.

Yeah. Evening.

I just wanted to ask, is that
problem with the toilet fixed?

All sorted, sir.

Good. Good.

Sorry, sir.
There's a reminder on your account.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I think there
was some issue with that.

I mean, I'll make sure
it gets paid next week.

You know, banks!

Screw everything up.

_

Christ sake, this
going to happen or what?

Armed police!

Armed police!

- On your knees!
- On your knees!

Where'd that come from?

That weren't there before!

What's the game, man?

What's the game?

Bastards!

Sir, this way.

Open it.

Jackpot.

All right.

All right.

What's AC-12's interest in this?

Sorry, Sam.

Detective Chief
Superintendent Hargreaves.

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

Don't they all?

What were you all up to tonight?

No comment.

That van full of H.

Bit careless, to leave it there
for us to catch you red-handed.

Not us.

Are you trying to tell me
you didn't hijack the transport?

Not us.

Who then?

Ask the bitch.

A woman?

One that set us up.

Set you up how?

Following the arrests made last night,

the first round of interviews have
been completed by Serious Crime.

The following allegations
have been made relating to

controlled drugs seized by an OCG
in the hijack of transport ED-905.

A portion of the heroin
was traded to a rival OCG

for an extremely large amount of cash.

A further trade was
arranged and the heroin

planted at the scene in a van
to incriminate the rival OCG.

Sir.

It's been alleged the whole
thing was orchestrated by

a female OCG member matching
the description of the nominal.

Well, it sounds like the
UCO is finally getting some

dangerous drugs off the street and
some hardened criminals behind bars.

Except, sir, I looked into the tip-off

and the caller used none of the code
words issued to undercover officers.

We don't believe it was her, sir.

Right.

Well, let's see what
Detective Superintendent Powell

has to say for herself this time.

- All right.
- All right.

What's up?

You tell me.

All went as planned.

We set up the exchange
for the rest of the gear.

The copper did her part, made a call.

They're out of business.
You've got what you wanted.

And this copper? Apart from
make a call, what's she done?

- She's working on it.
- Working on it.

Let's give her time to pan out,
one way or another.

One way.

Or another.

Sorry, sorry. No idea where my head was.

I'm in a rush,
let's just swap insurance details.

Emergency, which service do you require?

What have you got for us?

I haven't had time to
work with my contacts.

What contacts are these?

They don't want anyone knowing.

- You're full of shit.
- John.

My men were following you.

You were on your way to AC-12.

That's not true.

Every one of you is so
keen to believe this is all

about protecting her idiot cousin.

It's the truth!

She got her burner on her?

It's the one we gave her.

Get me a screwdriver.

Christ.

You've got to believe me. It wasn't
there when we gave it to her, John.

I'll deal with you later.

Get out of my sight.

What's going to happen?

There's only one thing
worse than a bent copper,

that's a bent copper
who pretends she isn't.

No!

No!

No! Please!

Right.

So, we have a betting shop robbery,
we have the recruitment

and blackmail of a civilian
administrator, we have a hijack,

we have narcotics traded, we have a
rival organised crime gang framed.

We have three police officers murdered,

one seriously injured, and the
whole time, your UCO has failed to

pass on any intelligence that would
have prevented these offences?

I've already told you,

I'm not at liberty to discuss
any ongoing undercover operation.

I'll give you, "At liberty,"
Detective Superintendent Powell.

If a UCO is committing crimes,
that's the business of AC-12.

And if you have any doubts, you just
watch how fast I'm going to

shut down this operation
and serve you, your COM

and your UCO with Reg 15s.

It's called Operation Pear Tree.

Our brief was to embed
an undercover officer

within an organised crime group.

Now we're getting somewhere.

So here's a simple question.

Are you in contact
with your UCO or aren't you?

Now listen, Alison.

I didn't float up the Lagan on a bubble.

Are you or aren't you?

No.

Right. So your COM's lost contact,
your cover officers, too?

We're trying our best.

- Christ.
- How long?

How long has your Covert Operations
Manager not been in contact

with your UCO?

Days?

Weeks?

Mother of God, don't tell me it's months!

We can't be certain what's happened.
It's a deep cover operation.

He may still be acquiring intelligence

on organised criminal activity.

He?

Detective Sergeant John Corbett.

Come on! Come on, you!

Please! No, please!

- No, no!
- Shut up!

This ain't helping.