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Ah!

Daniel?

Please... Please don't...

Ah!

Urgh.

Felix.

Open it.

Do you know what they'll do to me
if I do that?

Do you know what I'll do to you
if you don't?

Now open it, Nicholson.

Hurry up.

Come on, move!

Armed police!

Armed police!

Hundreds of police officers raided
several addresses across London

and the Home Counties yesterday
in an operation aimed at smashing

one of Britain's most
notorious crime gangs.

Senior members of the Nicholson
Syndicate were among 15 people

arrested, including accountant
Felix Nicholson.

Almost £300,000 in cash,
a handgun, shotguns and

other weapons were recovered after
years of painstaking investigation.

Several... Morning. Hm... business
addresses were also raided...

Morning, babe.

Come here, you.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah?

All right?
Morning, trouble.

Hey, you all right?

All right, be honest - how
much sleep did you get last night?

Loads.

Oh, really,
cos it doesn't look like it.

I hope you weren't on your bloody
phone texting till all hours.

Now, here, have some of that.

What even is this?

Try it and see.

Go on, you'll love it.

What time did you get home?

Yeah, Dad.
How much sleep did you get?

Yeah, all right, cheeky.

Look, I've got to head back in a bit,
I just come home to shower and change.

You need sleep.
And I will get some.

Look, I'll sneak off later today,
I'll grab a few hours.

Don't you worry.

Yo, mate, what's up?

Why? What have you been doing?

No way...

No way, no way.

No, no, no, no. That's GCHQ, mate!
You don't do that!

You of all people, you know
not to mess...

They can lay a trace back,
get all "active response continuum",

bloodhound you down,
find you and fry you!

How big?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what does
that even mean, "hard sun"?

Morning, sir. Morning.

Hey. Morning, all.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning, governor. Guv. Boss.

What's new? Apart from
Keith's shirt, apparently.

That is a courageous
selection, Keith.

Yes. Thanks. So what've we
heard about the Nicholsons?

No, not a lot.

It was, er,
it was date night last night.

Massive raid - nicked the
entire firm, more or less.

Nice. Right, anything else?

We have a visitor.

Morning, Charlie boy.
Spare me a minute?

Yeah, of course, sir.
Absolutely.

Elaine Renko, DCI Charlie Hicks.

DCI Hicks, Elaine is joining us
as your new DI.

Oh, right.
Well, pleased to meet you.

And you.

So, you met everyone?

Well, I said a quick "hello."

You had breakfast?

Not really, no. I had a bit of
first day nerves, to be honest.

Oh, well, let's do that,
let's... let's get some breakfast.

Yeah.

Just leave me alone!

And go and do something useful!

Help! Help!

You're the Renko that got stabbed, right?
The house burnt down.

All that?

That'd be me, yeah.

Ooh!

Bad day.

Well, it was
definitely up there.

So, er, so where are you
living now?

Do you know
the Caliburn Hotel?

Blimey! Well, I hope you
brought your own bed sheets.

They actually look after me.
I did them a favour once.

And the guy who stabbed you,
they... they got him, right?

They got him.
And he's, er..?

Yeah. He is. Yeah.

So why are you here?

I'm sorry?

I mean, er,
why are you stuck here with me?

I don't know.

I have no idea.
I just go where they send me. Why?

Oh, no reason.

Well, it's just I'm sure there's
no secret we've had a vacancy.

Listen, if I may,
I know you've lost Alex Butler

and I know you were close.

We were, yeah.
We were very close.

It must've been
hard on everyone.

It still is.
He was a great man.

He was loved.

It's just that,
I want you to know

it's not my intention
to replace him.

Oh, good, cos I want you to know
that nobody could.

Morning.

Name's Lloyd Hammond.
Threw himself from the 15th floor.

What do we know about him?

Nothing much.
Long-term sickness beneficiary.

Oh, what's his problem?

Spectrum disorder.

What, Asperger's?

What, does that
square with suicide?

People at the milder end
are actually at an increased risk.

Yeah? Yeah. I've got an interest
in mental health issues.

Of course.

That makes sense.

But I'm not telling you anything
you don't already know, am I?

Hello again.

Hello again.
How's it going?

He, er, leave a note?

No.

What, and SOCO found what,
kiddie porn on a laptop?

They did.
But he's not on a register?

No previous offending
of any kind.

Right. So what're we thinking?

What? He finally gives in
to curiosity, temptation,

can't live with the guilt,
takes a running jump?

What do you think, DI Renko?
Any thoughts?

How did we get into this?

It was on.

It was on?
No password?

No password.

Does that not seem
a bit off to you?

Possibly. Possibly not.
He did live alone.

Absolutely, yeah.

But he does give off
a kind of paranoid vibe, though.

Get the new girl!

I'm sorry. Am I not allowed
to play in the sandpit?

You should've mentioned.

They were just taking your measure,
that's all.

You should take it
as a compliment.

And you?
Is that what you're doing?

Nah. No need.

Listen, you couldn't give me
a lift somewhere, could you?

It's just I've got an errand to run.
Won't take long.

Yeah.

Hi. Hello.

Cup of tea or something?

No, no, I can't stop long.

I just, er...
Well, I popped by on the off-chance.

So, did you get in?

Well, today's the day, isn't it?

Yeah, I got in.

I knew it!

I can't believe I did it.

I can.

Well, the good news is, you can't
have too many psychologists.

Ha-ha ha!

Yeah, there's a shortage, apparently.

Anyway, how's... how's Owen?

Bumping along.

Is he talking about his dad yet?

I keep thinking counselling
might help. I don't know.

Open him up or something?

Yeah, right.

I mean, when he was this age,
he used to tell me everything.

I mean, literally everything, like
"Mum, where does wind come from?

"Can we get a fish?
Do dogs lay eggs?"

Do you want me
to talk to him?

I know
he'd love to see you.

Yeah. Well, me, too.

Anyway, look, reason I, er,
stopped by... cos, well...

We don't need
your money, Charlie.

Well, then, you're laughing,
because it's not mine. I nicked it.

Honestly, I don't need
taking care of.

I know that. I need to feel
like I'm doing something.

So you do me a favour,
help me out.

So, how are we doing?

Well, Elaine thought it might be
an idea to check out

sealed records, so we did and it
turns out the victim's got a teenage

conviction for hacking -
sealed cos he was a minor.

Yeah?
Well, who did he hack?

- NASA.
- NASA! Who hacks NASA?!

Well, he wanted to expose the global
conspiracy to hush up

the existence of
extra-terrestrial life.

The point is, Hammond knew his way
around computer security.

So the last thing he's going to do
is leave incriminating material

just lying around waiting
for us to find.

Even if he's got a proclivity
in that direction, which he doesn't.

Time of death's about 10.30am.

Tech forensics say the porn
was downloaded at 10.27am.

There's no trace of semen,

no secondary signs of
recent sexual activity.

So we're supposed to believe
that he downloaded, masturbated,

cleaned up, was burnt up by guilt
and topped himself off,

all in about five minutes flat.

Which suggests somebody actually
did throw him out the window,

then did a bodged
job of covering up.

No sign of forced entry,

so Hammond most likely knew
and trusted his killer.

Right...

So, motive?

Thing is, none of the
classic motives seems to apply.

Hammond's got no money to speak of.
He's a near hermit.

Never seems to have hurt anyone,
which excludes revenge.

So I'm thinking,
a man like that,

how many actual human beings
does he even know and trust?

One name keeps coming up.

Sunny Ramachandran.

Hacktivist. Kill the bankers.
End capitalism.

Starbucks is genocide
and all that.

Hammond and Ramachandran
have history - common causes.

Say Hammond's been sniffing
around his old haunts -

GCHQ, NASA, wherever -

looking for ET,

he finds something and he tells
his friend Ramachandran.

Who kills him for it.
Why?

Maybe Hammond wants to
keep it between mates,

but Ramachandran doesn't.

He wants to go all
Wikileaks on it.

Or maybe the opposite.

How does that work?

It turns out Ramachandran's
not exactly the purest of pure.

His name came up in an insider
trading investigation

a few years ago.
For doing what?

Corporate hacking. Accessing
insider information to order.

For money?
For money.

All right, so the dead bloke
is doing his hacking,

whilst looking for
little green men.

So what are you saying?

What, he stumbles
across something accidentally?

Yeah. Something so valuable that
Sunny Ramachandran kills him for it.

Well, any offers on
what sort of thing?

I don't know, but if Ramachandran
was going to sell this information,

he's not going to do it
from a computer.

It leaves a trail and it leaves it
open to other hackers.

He's going to use physical media -
CD, DVD, maybe.

But usually a USB memory stick,
a flash drive.

So, we need a search warrant...

Well, we've got no evidence.
It'd be a fishing expedition.

No, we need to assume that
Ramachandran's actually going

to meet the person
that he's selling it to.

It's his MO.
It's what he's done before.

Right, well, we need
all eyes on Ramachandran.

Catch him in the act.

All right, three teams.

Keith, Mishal, it's your lucky day,
you're up first.

Renko, get some rest,
we'll take the late watch.

Have you got a minute?

Absolutely.
Come in.

Kick off your shoes, loosen
your tie, have a drink.

So, how's Renko working out?

Yeah, great, yeah.

Is she working for you?

Absolutely not.

No, to the best of my knowledge,
this is a straightforward transfer.

No agenda.

No agenda?

The words, "It is not true.

"It is not" were overheard
by residents of houses

backing onto the canal
just before the gunshot was heard.

They're presumed to be
DCI Butler's last words,

or words spoken by his killer.

Cause of death -
single gunshot to the head,

fired from a distance
of perhaps five feet.

A good shot.

Which seems more indicative
of a professional assassination

than a crime of passion, but due to
the clandestine sexual nature

of DCI Hicks's relationship
with DCI Butler's wife,

we can assume that DCI Hicks
would've known he risked becoming

a suspect in DCI Butler's death
and staged the crime accordingly.

At times,
DCI Hicks seems anxious.

Scared, even.

He doesn't seem to me
like a man with nothing to hide.

But when he claimed to have
loved DCI Butler,

there's no question
that I believed him.

Actually, it might have been

the only true thing he said to me
all day.

Your name's Musa.
You're working here illegally.

Yeah.

See, I know
everything about you.

I know everything about your wife
and your daughters.

Now all I need from you
is a pass key

and for you to keep
your mouth shut.

You do that,
you never have to see me again.

Hello, Daniel.

Hello, Mum.

Is he ever coming out of there?

How've you been keeping?

So anyway,
I started a new job...

..which means
I can come and see you.

If you'd like that?

Do you like these?

I mean,
I-I assumed you like them.

I'm sorry, I...

..I don't know.

I suppose I should know, but I don't
know how I would know, you know?

Anyway...

It's OK.

I like them.

OK.

Can I have one?

Course you can.

DI Renko.

Mishal and Keith, checking in.

Hang on,
I've got the guvnor.

Boss, are you going to get
here any time soon?

All right, how are you getting on?
Any updates?

Nope, no movement.

Well, you can stop sulking now. We'll
be there in a bit to relieve you.

Good. Keith's busting for a wee.

Oi!

Well, tell him to hold it in.

What've you got?

The mother lode, bruv.

I'm going to make
you well-monied.

I'm already well-monied.

I ain't got time for you to be
a dick. Do you want it or not?

Where shall we meet?

Usual place.

DCI Hicks?

Hello, boss.

What's up?

You need to pull
the surveillance on Ramachandran.

Yeah?
Who's saying?

The Lord himself.
I'm just down from the top floor.

Did he say why?

He didn't need to.

He is your Lord and your Master and
you feel it a pleasure to serve him.

Fair enough. Well, we'll be
back at the shop in an hour.

What was all that about?

We have just been told
to withdraw the surveillance.

By who?

Oh, top brass.

Which means top brass will be
getting it from Whitehall.

What, MI5?

Yeah. See, the thing is,
Spooks hate to get embarrassed.

So if Ramachandran's been
rummaging around the government's

underwear drawer, they're going to
want to brush it under the carpet.

They'll write off their victim
as a suicide.

So what do we do?

Well, if our boy's been
going around throwing people

out of 15th-storey windows,
then I want him.

Oh, here we go.

What've you got?

Renko?

Are you there?

Yeah.

Why would you show me this?

I don't know why you would do that.
I've got children!

Renko! Arrgh!

Enough! Police!

That's enough!
That's enough!

So what's on here?

Hm? What, some insider information
that you were going to sell to him?

See, the thing is
that, no offence,

but I mean
you're looking a bit 1%.

So, if this is just some
insider information,

well, then why have you come over
all strangely? Eh?

Well, I can see that this must be
worth a lot.

Yeah, and for a kid like you,
bit of a dick,

but basically harmless,
to decide it's worth killing for.

What do you mean...

..killing for?

Oh, what?
You didn't know?

Oh, mate! Eh?

You are in such shit.

And this Lloyd Hammond?
I thought he was your mate.

He was a character, man,
but I loved him.

All right, so what happened?

He was so excited that
he'd found it.

He was... he was all wired, mental,
he was pacing the floor

back and forth and everything.

He couldn't wait to leak it,

but I didn't think
we should do that.

No, because you
wanted to sell it.

Because I wanted to think about it,
yeah.

So we had a ruckus.
Not even a ruckus, really.

He just went over.

Right, seriously,
this is doing my head in.

Don't look at it.

Boss, chain of evidence.

Christ, how long has
this light been red?

Drive! Drive!

MI5?

It's got to be.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, come, God,
I've got no signal! Come on!!

Damn it, there's nothing, come on!

Jesus. What is on that flash drive?

Shit!

The engine's flooding.

Keep trying!
Keep trying!

Drive! Drive! Drive!

We need to get
somewhere public!

Ditch your phone.

I'm not throwing this.

Stop!

Through here, through here.

My name is Charlie Hicks!
I am a police officer!

I am unarmed and
I am under attack!

Call the police!

Tell them officers Charlie Hicks
and Elaine Renko are under attack!

Take note of these people!

Photograph them if you can!

Commit their description
to your memory!

You need to hurry!
Boss, seriously!

I'm doing it!

What do you think it is?

Don't look.

Yeah, but what is it... Don't!

Come on, what we got to lose?
Don't you need to know?

Cos I do.

I need to know.

That can't be real.
It can't be.

It's real enough to kill for.

Yeah, but how long does it say
we've got?

Five years.

Where are you going?

It's MI5, they don't give up.

Look, I need to talk to my wife,

tell her to get somewhere safe.

You should do the same.

Hicks residence.

Charlie?

Charlie, is that you?

Who is this?

Who are you?

I think you know
who we are.

Is it true?

What I saw. Is it true?

Look, this is an awful mess.

Last night was...
very badly handled on our part.

But is it true?

But to be fair, you should've pulled
the surveillance

when you were asked to,
so there's blame on both sides.

Is... it... true?!

Yes.

Which is why I'm reaching out
to you, Charlie.

I'm asking you to help me.

Where's Simone?
Where's Hailey?

They're safe.
For the moment.

And you can keep them that way.

You can keep them safe.

All you have to do is come in.

Come home.

Bring me the flash drive.

We both have daughters, Charlie.

How is knowing about this
going to help them?

How's it going to help anyone?

I need that flash drive.

They, er,
they threatened my family,

Elaine, my wife and...

..and my daughter.

So you give them what they ask for
and suddenly your family's safe?

Yeah.

That's not how this plays out.
You know that.

I can make it work.

No, you can't.
You don't know me.

You can't game these people!

You're not listening to me, all right?
They threatened my daughter!

And my wife! I mean, Christ,
she's... she's pregnant.

If you do what they want,
we're dead.

So is your wife,

and so is your daughter.

You'd know that,
if you were thinking straight.

They'll be on to your boy next.

What, Daniel, is it?

I mean, how old were you
when you had him?

What, 13? 14?

What was it? Incest?

Rape?

OK. Rape.

You are not listening!

They're going to keep this secret,
no matter what.

Why does he hate you so much?

So all we can do is
stop it being a secret.

Go public. Take it somewhere,
a newspaper or something.

How many times
did he stab you?

Christ! What does it take for a boy
to do that to his own mother?

Once that's happened,
their hands are tied.

I mean, they can prosecute us
if they want.

They can send us to prison.

But they cannot kill us to keep
a secret that isn't secret any more!

Give it to me, Elaine.

Look, this is my family.

And I need them to be safe.

No.

Come on, just give it to m...

Aargh! Damn!

Have you been watching the news?

The Hard Sun.

I mean, all you want to do is
protect the people that you love.

So how are you supposed to deal
with it, knowing that you can't?

Right, knowing that no-one can?

Ever?

Are you still friends
with Charlie Hicks?

I wonder, could you give him
a message from me?

I'm saying that we do this.

Me and you.

What, with no backup?

It's either me and you,
or it's everyone,

and if it's everyone,

we might as well kill

those kids ourselves.