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I thought every vehicle was on the system.

They're undercover, son. Sneaky beakies.

Somebody mentions something in a phone call or...

Mentions they want to kill me?

Someone says one of your team's a cop. Which one is she?

Maybe it's time you left home.

- No pulse. - A-B-C. - What?

Airways, breathing, circulation. You know this. Do it.

One should pull through, thanks to you.

- The other one, he didn't make it, I'm afraid. - Which one was it?

You have no idea what I go through day after day, after day.

Cal! Cal!

I want to ask for compassionate leave.

This guy Annie and Jen arrested...

Annie, get in the car!

...he wants to make a formal complaint.

She's using you, Jonty.

She's not meant to be a cop.

She's here because it's what her mother does.

End it. And from now on, she takes all of her orders only from me.

Didn't he say it was OOB?

Whatever they were doing, it's done. Next time.

You do this with me under the radar...

When you say big payday, how big?

Mo is doing a side deal with the Ginley organisation.

- A what? - We're going to track those weapons.

They're going to take us right to the heart of the Ginley operation.

After this deal is done, we're winding down Operation Farset.

Your life will be your own again.

Let the deal happen.

Then you'll be free.

- Where's these from? - Libya.

Holy shit!

Whoo!

Gordy! Gordy, did you see?

That's how we do it, son!

Holy shit.

They're good as new.

They're unused. The serial numbers were scrubbed

before they were even shipped.

- Are you sure your da's not going to miss these? - Nah.

James hasn't been here in years.

Looks like somebody's going to get to use these after all.

Suppose aul Colonel Gaddafi would be happy about that.

Who?

Really?

Two morons.

Wee baldy bastard.

Did you see that?

- Come on, let's go! - Holy shit.

Charlie 1 is on the move.

I'm sending you a list of OOBs.

Today, they are sacrosanct.

Are we clear?

Sacrosanct.

So, today's the day?

Today's the day.

Oh, that's not good.

No, no, no, that's not good at all.

What's not good?

That slimy prick McAllister's right up the coroner's hole.

He's after something.

They're going to go for us on this one.

Wh-Why would they do that?

McAllister doesn't care about the dead kid.

He just wants to take attention off where the drugs come from.

Stick to the script, like we talked about, OK?

Number one?

- I am well-trained. - Number two?

- I followed my training. - Number three?

If I had to...

I wouldn't do anything differently if I had to do it again.

Now say it like you mean it, son,

or those bastards will skin you alive.

Mum?

Are you out of your mind?

Please, just hear me out.

Jen, there's nothing to hear.

You're not resigning from this police force.

- Not after only two years of service. - No way.

Why not?

Because, Jen, it's not a good look.

For who?

Me? Or you?

For either of us.

Since the day you applied for this job, you've expected

special treatment from me.

And when you don't get it, this is your response.

You threaten to quit.

No, Mum, you don't understand.

I can't work there any more.

Not another shift. Not another minute.

Why? What's happened?

Nothing.

Nothing's happened.

Go to work today and do your shift as normal.

Do not, under any circumstances, hand in that letter.

We'll talk about this tonight.

Come over to the house, OK?

Yeah.

OK.

Bye.

Oh, I've missed you!

Missed you, too.

Ohh. How are you?

I'm grand.

How are you?

Well, it's fierce quiet in there without you.

- You wouldn't just consider... - Ma.

It has to be this way.

Even when you were a wee girl,

you were stubborn as a mountain goat.

Right.

- Let's get this over with, yeah? - Yeah.

Kilo 1. Comms check. Over.

You're loud and clear, Kilo 1.

ETA for live feed.

Received. Over.

- Hey. - Hey.

Keeping well?

Yeah, er, fine.

Listen, mate, I'm sorry about the other night.

- What happened, it should never have got that... - She's in the kitchen.

All right. No worries.

- Good to see you. - Mm-hm.

Where in the name of God have you been?

Girls, er...

...there's something I have to tell yous.

Erm...

...I don't actually work in an insurance company in Belfast.

I'm a police officer.

Sure, we know that.

What?

You think you can keep a secret like that round here?

Sure your ma hangs your uniform out to dry!

- But yous didn't say anything? - What's there to say, love?

It's none of our business what you do for a living.

As long as you show up on match day sober,

- that's all I'm worried about. - That's right.

I can't play any more.

Why not?

There's a threat against me.

Er, somebody wants to kill me.

I can't stay here any more. It's not safe.

Bullshit.

There's no safer place for you than here.

We won't let anything happen to you, will we, girls?

No!

I have to go. Like, there's nothing else I can do.

We'll look after Bridie for you.

Thanks.

Thanks, girls.

Deanaigi ciorcal.

Go n-eiri an bothar leat.

Go raibh an ghaoth go brach ag do chul.

And what did you find when you entered the room?

Constable?

The casualty.

He was unresponsive.

I checked his airways, and it was clear.

Then I checked his breathing, and...

And he wasn't.

He wasn't breathing.

And what did you do?

I froze.

You froze? For how long?

Maybe a few seconds.

Maybe a little bit longer.

And then, my partner, Gerry, he shouted at me,

you know, shook me out of it, and then, I started CPR.

And your partner, Constable Gerard Cliff,

he didn't physically help you at all?

- He-He couldn't. - Why not?

Because he was busy working with his own casualty.

Constable, is this particular incident the first time

you had performed CPR outside of the training classroom?

Yes.

And do you believe you performed it to the best of your ability?

I don't know.

- You don't know? - Well, I didn't save him, did I?

I mean, Gerry's casualty's...

Gerry's casualty's still alive, and mine...

Mine isn't.

I think about that a lot.

I think about it all the time.

For God's sake, son.

It's a Coroner's Court, not a confession box.

I just told the truth, Gerry.

The truth?!

Tommy, there's the truth, then there's the truth.

Oh, here we go.

Constable Foster.

Thank you.

- What? - Thank you.

Christ the night.

I need a stuffed soda.

Come on.

How I did not see what he was going through?

I mean, I knew... I knew this place would be harder

for a mixed-race kid, but I didn't think I'd...

Well, I didn't, did I? I messed up.

You didn't mess up, Grace. That's a load of nonsense.

No, Stevie, it's more complicated than that.

You know, it was my decision to stay in Belfast.

And it was my decision to change my job, because I wanted...

I should've just been his mum.

So, why didn't you go back to...

...er, what do you call it?

- The Midlands. - Oh, the Midlands!

The Midlands.

Well, I suppose I fell in love with this place.

- Belfast? - Yeah.

You're a weirdo.

- I'm a weirdo? - Yeah.

I'M a weirdo?

- What about you? - What about me?

You know your nickname is "the Mystery Man".

You never go for a drink with the team. No social media.

And you never, ever, ever talk about home.

Yeah. I know it must come across a little bit strange.

Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't pry...

No! No, Grace, no. It's fine.

I...

I was married ten years ago.

To Sarah.

Er, we were married about a year.

One morning, she came out of the shower,

she said she'd found a lump.

A few days later, she was diagnosed, and, er...

...it had already spread. They couldn't do...

There was nothing they could do for her. So...

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

- No, no, it's fine. - No, I'm sorry. I sh...

No, honestly, it's fine. I'm fine.

Such a long time ago.

But, you know, I mean, I go to work, I walk the dogs,

I go and see my brothers and sisters.

I see my mum and dad. I mean, I'm not a hermit, like.

Grace, you've nothing to worry about with Cal.

He's going to have all sorts of troubles in his life -

about the colour of his skin, about all sorts of things.

You can't protect him from it all.

But he'll never, ever doubt

how much you love him.

And that's all that matters.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Come back to work.

Come back to work.

Shut up.

You haven't tasted that. Taste it.

Yeah, I will taste it.

Constable Robinson? A word.

I'm sorry about this.

You're sorry?

Do you have any idea what's going to happen to me now?

Helen is going to ruin my fucking life.

The worst patrols, the worst shift patterns, every crappy call.

Look, Jen, listen to me.

Please.

I love you.

I want to be with you.

I want to build a life with you, and I think you feel the same.

I'm going to tell Abigail, and then, we can make this work.

Will Helen tell anyone about us?

No. She said she wouldn't, and I believe her.

As long as this ends now. But... Jen...

...I don't want this to end.

OK. Well, we just need to think about this.

You know... take it slow.

You know, firstly, we can't be together

if we work in the same place.

If you're my direct supervisor, we can't be in a relationship.

Those are the rules, right?

So, I'll have to go and work somewhere else.

- It's not... - Look, we want to do this properly, right?

So, if this is going to happen,

you need to transfer me out of here.

I'm fast track. I've done my two years.

I want out of response. Out of uniform.

I can't... have you promoted just like...

Find a way!

This is important to me.

To us.

I suppose I could...

I could write you a reference, and then...

And then, we could talk about...

Yes.

Then we can talk about everything else.

- Constable Conlon. - You wanted to see me, Sarge?

Er, this complaint.

Breaking the nose of an arrestee.

Yeah.

So, about that. Er...

It's going nowhere.

Jen Robinson says it never happened.

He sustained his injuries in the bar brawl.

Investigation discontinued.

I thought you should know.

Ohh!

Look at that.

Absolutely mingin'.

You know eating that every single day's actually going to kill you.

I'm here for a good time, not a long time.

Mm!

Ops Planning just called.

They've moved your shooting test up to this afternoon.

Can you report to the range for 1300?

What? But it...

- It's in a fortnight. - They want to do it today.

What, is it a problem?

Sure it is a problem.

He's just back from the Coroner's Court.

- He was in the stand, for God's sake. He's in no state... - It's fine.

You what?

I'd rather get it over and done with.

No, no, no, no. No. Hold on a minute, now.

You need at least another two sessions at the firing range.

Gerry.

I want to do it now.

OK.

I'll find you another body until end of shift.

Do you like it?

All this?

Do you actually like it?

I think so, yeah.

I mean, I think it's important.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Great.

Yeah, I... think I'll go ahead and apply for a new position.

Move up the ladder, you know?

I think I've done my time on the front line.

Aye, right.

Of course, yeah.

Yeah, well, let's see how you feel when you're two years in.

I need someone to cover 76 with Gerry.

No. She means me.

Livestream activated.

You should have eyes on the pass. Over.

Affirmative, Kilo 1. We have eyes on.

All quiet on the ground.

No movement, nothing to report at Red 17. Over.

Roger that, Kilo 1. Over.

Hey.

Where are you going?

I've got an appointment.

Who with?

- With the doctor. - Why? What's wrong with you?

I've got headaches.

Maybe you're on your way out.

A terminal case.

Better run on, then.

Fucking strangle him!

What?!

- What happened to you? - What happened to me?

You walk around all day, every day, with a scowl on your face.

I haven't seen you smile in years.

Oh, fuck off. Fuck off!

Do you fancy a ride?

Do I what?

Do you fancy...

...a ride?

For old times' sake.

Stand by.

Stand by.

I need to go to the toilet.

What?

I need to go to the toilet.

Finish your clip.

I need to go, all right? It's putting me off.

For God's sake.

Unload, safety protocols.

You have three minutes.

Fuck's sake, Tommy, come on!

Come on.

God. You're making me nervous just watching you.

Ah, he'll be grand.

He'll be fine, won't he?

Of course he will.

He'll be grand.

You know what you need?

I do, yeah.

No, not that. A holiday.

- A holiday? - Yeah.

- Go on. - I don't know.

A long, warm, sunny afternoon lying in a cabana.

- A cabana! - Mm.

- Drinking cold beer after cold beer. - Mm, yes.

Listening to your country music.

Uh-huh.

Dinner by the sea as the sun sets.

Way too much to drink.

And then, back to the hotel for... whatever.

- Whatever. - Whatever.

- Ohh... - Mm-hm.

Hm.

He should be done by now.

Oh, go on.

Go on, go and start your shift.

- Ready. - Stand by.

Stoppage.

Oi, oi, oi.

You all right there?

You look a wee bit uncomfortable.

They're not as nice as the seats in the office.

Ha-ha. Very funny.

I'm only geggin' you.

Look, if we're going to see out the rest of the shift together,

we might as well have a bit of craic, yeah?

OK. Right.

You pick a song, and then, I'll pick a song, yeah?

- Nah. - C'mon, 'mon, 'mon, pick a song!

Erm...

...have you got any Ronan Keating?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

All right.

You asked for Ronan Keating.

- Got Roller-coaster? - Roller...

Now... I have to hand it to you, actually,

Roller-coaster's not a bad song.

- SONG PLAYS - It is a good song. - It's not bad.

It's not good. It's not bad.

- ♪ I found love - MIMICS RONAN: ♪ I found love

♪ Don't fight it... ♪

Probationary Constable Ellis.

Constable Neil.

Ready for another day of catching shit in a bucket, I see.

My bucket's at the ready.

Come on.

Did you miss me?

Well, that would be telling.

That's a yes, then. Right.

OK. If you're still here,

you've passed your static shooting test.

Congratulations.

Now we'll repeat our PSP test.

- What? - PSP?

Personal safety protocols and target shooting are

taken together on the same day.

You need to pass both in order to be signed off as safe and competent.

Prepare yourselves.

It's like they want us to fail.

Maybe they do.

- Sandra? - Mm?

Can I have a word?

Sure. What's up?

Do you think he was racially profiled?

If you do, you can make a complaint.

No.

He just wants to forget about it.

Fair enough.

Look, I'm sorry I'm sat here and I'm asking you all these questions.

It's just, er...

It's just, I don't know.

And I thought that maybe... you...

You're...

I'm the only Black person living in Northern Ireland that you know?

No!

No.

Well, yeah, maybe. Yeah.

Yeah. It's different for me than it is for Cal.

- How do you mean? - At the end of the day,

I'm a Londoner, no matter where I am.

But this is Cal's home.

And if it's your home, if it's part of who you are,

if you've never known it any different,

then if the people around you all your life

see you as not belonging...

...that hurts.

172-Delta-1482, arriving now.

Second vehicle just behind.

Kilo 1. We have visual contact with Charlie 1.

Video feed check. Over.

Visual is Lima Charlie, Kilo 1. Over.

Kilo 1. We have visual on Charlie 2. Over.

Well...

Story?

Kilo 1. They're entering the garage. Over.

Roger that. Over.

Kilo 1. Visual lost.

They're in the garage. Over.

- Anything else? - No, that's it.

And all the call signs have been briefed on the OOBs?

For the tenth time, yes, they all have the OOBs.

There can be no breaches today, OK? None.

And no fucking around.

We haven't had a blue-lights call all shift.

- Why is it so qui...? - Ba-ba-ba-ba!

Don't say it.

- Don't say that word. - What word?

How long have you been doing this job? Two years?

Nobody ever told you about the Q word?

- What? Qui...? - Uh-uh-uh!

Don't say it. Never use that word on a shift.

- You're joking. - It's bad luck.

- Come on! - I'm serious.

- That's ridiculous. - I'm serious.

How's your mother keeping?

We worked together back in the day.

Yeah. In Special Branch.

- She told you? - Mm-hm.

What'd she say about me?

Do you really want to know?

Mm, better not. Bad idea.

Sorry. Do you mind if we just...?

Can I just jump out here for a minute?

Hey, Jen.

Hey, Happy.

What you doing up here?

Took a wrong turn.

Was on my way home, so...

It's a bit of a walk, huh?

Just hang on there a wee sec.

Do you mind if we drop him home?

He's no money for the bus.

Seeing as it's quiet.

Hey, Gerry!

What's the craic?

You two know each other?

Aye, we do.

We do.

- Right, lad? - You all right?

- Yeah. - Seat belt?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, er, how do you two know each other?

She's a lovely girl, this one.

She's full of surprises.

So where are you based, then?

Derry.

What's it like up there?

Bit mad.

- You? - Belfast.

Bit mad?

Bit mad.

OK. Good to go, yeah?

All right, listen up.

Welcome, remedial class, to the last chance saloon.

You will enter the kill houses in twos,

armed only with your batons.

Inside each kill house,

you'll be met with a different dynamic situation.

These situations will turn violent.

You'll be graded on how well you protect yourself,

your partner, and the extent to which you can restrain

the violent individual through the judicious but dominant

application of force.

We'll be watching on the cameras.

You fail this part of the assessment,

you fail the entire exam.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

First two.

Go.

- Thanks, Jen. - No problem, Happy.

- Good to see you. - You, too.

Will yous come in for a wee cup of tea?

Och, no, we should probably get...

Ah, sure. Why not?

We've nothing else to do.

Sure.

Thanks, Happy. We'd love to.

Oh, don't tell anybody I said this,

but we might make a peeler of you yet.

Do you mind if I, er, pull over here?

Just...

...for a second.

What?

What?!

- Yes! - You got it!

Stevie, you got it! Oh!

Close protection!

- Aww. - Hey.

- Well done. - Thank you.

You take milk, Jen?

Yeah, wee bit of milk, Happy, thanks.

- Sugar? - No, thank you.

- There we go. - Lovely.

- Madame. - Thank you.

Gerry.

Cheers.

Do you ever think maybe you should take some of this down?

Oh, no.

You know me, Gerry - I like to remember things.

There's such a thing as too much remembering, though.

Well... I suppose you're right, Gerry.

I can't.

I just can't.

I know.

I think it's nice.

You know?

History.

Good to see the... the southern cars coming up, isn't it?

- Mm. - Yeah.

Changed days, them fellas coming up here.

- Not a bother on them. - Hm!

Not much to see over at that aul Palace, all the same.

Hardly a tourist attraction.

- Where? - The Palace.

Dublin cars?

- At the Palace? You sure? - Yeah.

172-D-1482.

191-D-10375.

Again?

172-D-1482,

191-D-10375.

I'm just going to make a wee call outside.

Sure why don't yous finish your tea?

- Stay still! - Hands behind your back!

Let me go...!

Should we make a plan?

A plan?

My partner, the guy I work with,

he has a saying.

"Take a beat.

"Always look before you commit."

Take a beat?

- Hey, Barney, it's me. - Hiya, Gerry.

Do you still know that fella from Garda Special Branch?

- I do, yeah. - Aye. Good.

Could you run some southern plates for me?

- Can do, Gerry. - Good man.

You really think your man meant it?

Who?

Joseph.

That it's all over after this?

Sounded that way.

Well, so now what?

- I don't know. - Well, you've enough money saved.

You could get out of here once and for all.

Place in Spain.

Maybe you could buy a wee bar.

Sit in it all day, get blootered.

That'd be nice.

You'd get sick of me soon enough anyway.

Besides...

...if I leave the lad here on his own,

he'll be dead in six months.

You know why he did it, don't you?

Because he's a sneaky wee shite.

Cos he wants to be like you.

What? Seriously?

You're going to check every gun?

Can never be too careful, lads.

Hundred large would buy you three jokers a lot of plane tickets.

Next site over. Off you go.

That's a fail.

Another two bite the dust.

Next!

Help me!

Help me. I'm bleeding.

Take a beat.

He's in there.

He's in the bedroom.

He has a knife! You have to stop him.

Stand up.

Stand up!

Why are you sitting like that? Stand up now.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm bleeding!

Stand up. Hands above your head. Turn around.

Hands up!

Disarming suspect.

Checking adjacent room.

Adjacent room secure.

What the hell are we doing?

Chasing a hunch.

- Palace. - That's OOB!

We can't go into an OOB location! You'll get us both disciplined.

Oh, don't worry.

You can stay in the car, as per.

Do you know what my mum said about you?

She said you weren't a team player, and never would be.

She said you were a liability.

Listen.

Male.

Face down, semi-conscious.

OK, let's give him first aid.

Get on the floor!

Give me your arm!

Hold him. Hold him!

Yeah, OK!

OK, OK! Very good! Very good.

That's it. All right.

Well done, guys. Next!

Can never be too careful.

Right.

I'll walk from here.

You can, er... mind the car.

Can you at least tell me what you're doing?

OK. Here's the deal.

Those Dublin-reg car numbers?

They're all owned by a garage in north inner-city Dublin.

- So? - The garage is a front

for a criminal gang called the Ginleys.

Drug operations all over Europe,

and nobody's seen them up here in the north - until now.

What's that got to do with us?

Leave that to others to deal with.

People have been saying that to me for the last 30 years,

and to be honest with you,

I'm getting a wee bit fed up with it.

You sit there if you want.

But keep your wits about you.

Sharp eyes save lives.

Shit.

Kilo 1. No movement. They're still inside.

Two lookouts on the exterior. Over.

Received, Kilo 1.

Shit!

Fuck.

You stay here. OK?

You stay.

Kilo 1. We have visual

on vehicle one exiting the garage.

- Over. - Roger that, Kilo 1.

Kilo 1. Visual re-established.

- Over. - Received, Kilo 1.

Stand by.

Whenever it is you feel like stepping up, Mo...

Aye.

Well, we can talk about that next time.

Yeah.

We will. Right.

Let's get the fuck back to civilisation.

Kilo 1. Charlie 1 is 30 seconds from mobile. Over.

Received, Kilo 1. Stand by.

All right, lads?

Can I have a word?

Shit!

Kilo 1. We have uniform in theatre.

Repeat. We have uniform in theatre.

- Respond. Over. - What?

OK, fellas.

Take a beat.

Everybody just...

...take a beat.

No, no, no, no...

- Oh, fuck! - Go, go, go, go!

Shots fired. Shots fired.

The police officer is down.

Shots fired. Charlie 1 is down.

- Shit! Shit! - Charlie 1 is down.

Kilo 1. All nominals exiting.

Repeat. All nominals exiting. Over.

Gerry? Gerry!

Gerry, I've got you. I've got you. I've got you.

You're OK.

You're OK. You're OK.

Uniform, Uniform. Bravo Lima 76.

Contact at the garage, at the Palace.

Shots fired. Officer down.

Repeat. The garage at the Palace.

Shots fired. Officer down.

Requesting ambulance and backup immediately.

You're OK. They're coming.

I've got you, OK?

OK, OK.

OK.

You're OK. You're OK. They're coming.

Stay with me, Gerry. I've got you, OK?

Exfil authorised, Kilo 1. Over.

Operation aborted.

Repeat. Operation aborted.

Cease all comms traffic immediately.

Repeat. Cease all comms. Over and out.

All call signs. Emergency...

Who is it?

- Who is it? - 76.

76.

You're OK. They're coming.

You're OK.

Gerry...

Gerry, stay with me.

Gerry, Gerry, Gerry, Gerry!

Look at me. I've got you, OK?

I've got you. I've got you.

Gerry!

Gerry, stay. Stay with me.

I've got you. Gerry.

Barney, where are they?

Where is everyone?!

I can't do this on my own.

Barney!

Gerry, stay. Stay with me. Stay with me.

Hurry!