All language subtitles for Line.of.Duty.S05E01.Me

[Vehicle warning beep]

Control to all patrols
involved in this operation.

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

OFFICER:
Charlie Zulu 5-5, sit rep.

Charlie Zulu 5-5, loaded up.

- Five minutes to depart.
- Proceed, 5-5.

Control to Charlie Zulu 5-5.

Please confirm
enclosure secured

and you'’re ready to go
to State Five.

Charlie Zulu 5-5,
en route with transport,

Echo Delta 9-0-5.

Control, Charlie Zulu 5-5,
from Duty Officer.

All clear on primary route.

Control from 5-5,
possible contact.

Stand by for sit rep.

Control. Standing by, 5-5.

All clear.

Received.

OFFICER: 7-5, 5-5.
Active message on two.

RTC up ahead.

Keep going.

Charlie Zulu 5-5, Control.

Road traffic collision
on Brown Lane,

request local units attend.

WOMAN: Stop! My baby!

My baby!

Right, back up. Back up.

7-5, stop.

OFFICER: 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!

[Woman sobs and yells]

Control. Charlie Zulu 5-5.

Request IR to Brown Lane RTC.

WOMAN: My baby!

[Sobbing] Please! Please!

Can you help my baby?

Agh!

[Rapid gunfire]

CONTROL: 1-5, please make
towards Brown Lane,

re: reported RTC.

Echo Delta 6-4,
State Five to Brown Lane, RTC.

ETA: two minutes.

Two minutes! Take the lorry!

[Indistinct radio comms]

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 that lorry!

Let'’s move, let's move!

Control to Charlie Zulu 5-5,
are you receiving?

If she'’s alive, finish her!

[Whimpers]

CONTROL:
Can I slow patrols down?

5-5, receiving?

- She'’s a goner!
- Come on, let'’s go!

Control to Charlie Zulu 5-5,
request sit rep.

Control, Charlie Zulu 5-5.

Status Zero, Brown Lane.

ED-905 hijacked
by armed suspects.

CONTROL: All units, transport
ED-905 has been hijacked.

Request units to Brown Lane

for assist with officers, State Zero and all units obs on...

Give.

My favourite! [Laughs]

Job done.

Nice work, lads.

- [Laughter]
- Let'’s get this lot shifted.

[Lift doors rumbling closed]

- 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 fit
with established OCG activity.

As you were.

The transport contained heroin

with a street value
of £10 million.

The drugs themselves
were code number ED-905,

originally seized
about 18 months ago.

Chances are, the OCG
that paid for it wanted it back.

Or maybe a rival OCG did.

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

One thing'’s for sure, they had
access to inside information.

OK, Steve, Kate.

Consider yourselves assigned.
Find that leak.

BOTH: Sir.

- You OK to open a case number?
- Ma'’am.

Maneet?

Sarge?

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

Evening.

Cheers, mate.

PS Cafferty.

DI Fleming, AC-12.

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

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 gonna do?

It must have 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.

I'’m not telling you anything
you don'’t already know, sarge.

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

He didn'’t get told the itinerary

till a few minutes
before you all set off.

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.

[She exhales]

What is it?

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

KATE: Come on.

I wasspared.

I didn'’t say cos 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, but...

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

She saved my life.

Can you describe this woman?

TV: 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 difficult time.

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

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

[Laughter from next room]

CORBETT:
Now, the funny thing is,

I ended up in a lap-dancing bar.

MIROSLAV: Sparkles.
- Yeah. I met this worldy.

- Oh, yeah?
- She had some bangers on her.

- Really?
- Yeah, proper.

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

- 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.

[Keyboard clacks]

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.

KATE: All right, Maneet?

- How'’s the little 'un?
- Aw.

Talking all the time now.
He never shuts up.

- Let'’s have a look.
- [Baby chatters]

- Aww, bless him!
- What'’s wrong, baby?

- Mummy!
- Yeah, Mummy'’s here. What?

Aw, bless him.

[Video continues on phone]

Sarge.

Re: the Nominal. I think
I might have got something.

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?

[Keyboard clacking]

[Computer bleeps]

KATE: 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.

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 youmight know.

DI Fleming, DS Arnott, AC-12.

We'’ve got an appointment
with DSU Powell.

RECEPTIONIST: 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 trip wire.

I was prepared to overlook that.

And 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.

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 you 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
that saved Cafferty'’s life?

It makes sense.
She couldn'’t stop the hijack

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

Christ. I'’ve been there.

The lies, the fear. God only
knows what she'’s going through.

[Engine starts]

[Women laughing]

Sorry, Lise. We'’re loading up.

I'’ll be right out.

CORBETT: Right, don'’t move.

Lights off,
keep the engine running.

Just do it.

You made his night there, Lise.

SLATER: 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?

A bit personal.

Is he yours?

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

No business to talk.

You'’ve got our merchandise.

Ours, bought and paid for.

CORBETT: 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 gonna try
putting it on the street?

Our gear?

That'’s why we should
make a deal.

Avoid any conflict of ownership.

I'’ve got no problem
with conflicts.

No, me neither.

Three dead coppers
tell you that.

Fight over the merchandise,
we both lose.

Make a deal...

we both win.

Is 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 gonna 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.

[Dance music pounding]

Cheers, lads. Ta.

I thought we'’d lost you
for the night.

I 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?

It'’ll be fine.

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

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

No point talking to you
when you'’re off your face.

We'’re getting into business
with bad people.

We'’re bad people!

MIROSLAV: Whoa, look at this!
- Now, '’ere we go.

Now the celebrations
can really begin!

A pair of crackers!
Look at them! [Cackles]

I'’ll have the two of you.
Chill out.

- Oh, what about me?
- Get your own.

[Music pounding]

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 timekeeping

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 worth investigating.

She knows what she'’s doing.

Sorry. You'’re right.

Sit down, Vihaan.

DS Arnott, DI Fleming.

We'’d 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.

You were responsible
for the paperwork on ED-905.

Not just that one.
I'’m across lots of er...

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 er...

I need a glass of water.

Agh!

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.

KATE: Steve, are you all right?

- Steve, are 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?

Something smells good.
Proper treat.

You all right?

[He exhales]

[Message alert pings]

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

Tatleen, is Maneet around?

No, ma'’am. Called in sick.
Stomach bug.

OK, thanks.

STEVE: Document 9
in your folders.

Document 9 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.

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
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 would get killed.

- Who did?
- Who contacted you, Vihaan?

Her 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'’d tell my whole family.

Can you describe this woman,
Vihaan?

I...

Er...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 had 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.

After that, how did you maintain
contact with this woman?

No way.

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

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

Shorten my sentence, yeah?

More like
shorten my life expectancy.

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 gonna
get worse for you.

We'’re throwing you a lifeline
here, mate.

I know what you'’m up to.
Don'’t act like I don't.

What are we up to, Vihaan?

Protecting one of your own.

Her'’s the one
pointing the finger at me.

And everyone'’s acting like
her never done nothing.

We don'’t know
what you'’re talking about.

Bollocks.

Her'’s as much to blame as me.

Who? Who'’s as much to blame?

[Dance music playing]

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.

Then prove it.

I want to put Slater
out of business.

Show me you'’re still worth
some value.

Or that little voice...

is gonna start telling me I'’ve
given you enough second chances.

[Tyres screech]

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

SLATER: 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 is 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.

[Music playing]

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.

Well, he'’s already
shitting bricks, John.

Let'’s not go falling out again,
eh, Lise?

Cheers.

PC Paul Harris and PC Bindra.

- I can'’t bear this.
- Me neither.

Get set up.

KATE AND STEVE: Sir.

[Digital interview recorder
tone starts]

[Tone continues]

[DIR tone stops]

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 8.

Document 8 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-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 2 in your folders.

Document 2 is a summary
of an internal investigation

into information leakage
that occurred following

the disciplinary proceedings
against DC Jamie Desford.

On screen, Video 1 -

an AV recording of
PC Bindra'’s statement

in respect of the foregoing.

HASTINGS: 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.

REP: No evidence puts
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 8.

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.

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 have 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 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 gonna end up facing!

Superintendent Hastings
leaving the room

before I say something
I'’m gonna regret.

Thank you, everybody.
Your attention, please.

Thank you.

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

And there'’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 gonna 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?

MAN: True, yeah.
- Carry on. Thank you very much.

- Thanks, sir.
- Thanks, 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 erm...
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 do 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 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.

No, I won'’t talk.

I'’d never talk.

You always looked after me.

MANEET: I know.
GUARD: Hands.

Help me, Maneet.

I ain'’t up to this.

[He sobs quietly]

Tell me how I can help.

[Coin rattles inside phone]

[Keypad bleeping]

[Ringing tone]

MAN: 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.
- [Call ends]

[Coin rattles in phone]

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 didtalk.
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.

[Raised voices nearby]

[Women calling out]

[Phone rings]

[Ringing tone]

- Good evening, Mr Hastings.
- Yeah, evening.

Erm...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. 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.

[Hastings chuckles]

[Keyboard clacks]

[Toilet fails to flush]

[Muffled shouting
from behind wall]

Christ sake,
this gonna happen or what?

- [Shouting]
- Armed police!

- Armed police!
- On your knees!

On your knees! On the ground!

[Shouting]

[Police radio chatter]

SLATER: 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.

[Tapping on table]

[Digital interview recorder
start tone]

[Knocking at door]

[DIR tone stops]

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?

SLATER: 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 arrest
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

to incriminate the rival OCG.

Sir.

It'’s been alleged
it 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.

HASTINGS: Right.

Well, let'’s see what
Detective Superintendent Powell

has to say for herself
this time.

- All right.
- All right.

- What'’s up?
- Well, 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."

[Door closes]

[Van hits car]

Sorry. Sorry, no idea
where my head was.

I'’m in a rush. Let's just swap
insurance details.

[She shrieks]

Emergency.
Which service do you require?

[Panting]

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.

No, that'’s not true.

Every one of you
is so keen to believe

this is all about protecting
her idiot cousin.

MANEET: It'’s the truth.

She got her burner on her?

[Pocket is unzipped]

It'’s the one we gave her.

Yeah.

Get me a screwdriver.

[Door clatters]

[Door bangs shut]

[Cover clicks off phone]

Christ.

Believe me, it weren'’t there
when we gave it to her.

I'’ll deal with you later.

Get out of my sight.

What'’s gonna happen?

There'’s only one thing
worse than a bent copper.

That'’s a bent copper
who pretends she isn'’t.

[Whimpering] No, please.

No, no...

[Muffled shrieks from Maneet]

[Door closes]

[Stifled, fearful sobbing]

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 gonna shut down
this operation

and serve you, your COM
and your UCO with Reg 15s.

[She exhales]

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"?

[Keyboard clacking]

Detective Sergeant John Corbett.

Thank you.

[Muffled shrieking]

Come on! Come on!

[Muffled screaming]

[Muffled protests]

No! [Muffled scream]

No! No!

Shut up! This ain'’t helping.

- [Knife slices]
- [She wheezes]