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If you want to talk, Arnott, call me into AC-12.

Why go to all that bother when I'm only after a minor detail,

the reason you took over a hit and run.

Gates was with a woman in the cafe.

FLEMlNG: You think she's his girlfriend?

Well, she doesn't appear in his statement.

FLEMlNG: She came to the station, they talked.

Something felt odd.

Inspector Tony Gates,

do you know him?

I met him briefly at the police station.

ARNOTT: That's the extent of your relationship?

HASTlNGS: The coroner's set the date

to reopen the inquest in the Karim Ali shooting.

You're going to be asked to testify.

The firearms officers

are saying you sent them to the wrong flat.

I am the senior investigating officer

on a double murder.

That is proper policing, son!

MORTON: Tony gave me back the motivation.

He's a good man.

You remember that.

-Arnott's on to you. -I don't know how!

The hairdressers, Jackie.

You might as well have hung up a sign saying,

"Launder your drug money here!"

No, please don't do this.

Hey, this is happening, Jackie.

FLEMlNG: I think Dot and Morton are covering for Gates.

He's got to be at Jackie's right now.

-Get over there. -I'm on my way.

-I'm a police-- -No!

Agh!

[Groaning]

[Siren wails]

[Horn honks]

[Tires squeal]

Gotcha.

All right, son.

Calm down.

What's going on?

I've checked all of the ground floor.

I got here a few minutes ago to arrest her.

Front door was open and...

there's blood everywhere.

We should look upstairs.

What are you waiting for, Arnott?

She's not up here -- there'd be a blood trail.

[Telephone buzzes]

GATES: My team.

[Buzzer]

Well?

What?

Did you want to check the bedrooms or not?

Yeah.

You should check the rest of these.

I'm going to have a look around the back.

COTTAN: Everything okay, sir?

GATES: Yeah.

Round the back, quick as you can,

see if you can find her.

Right, boss.

ARNOTT: Gates?

Where is she?

I know as much as you do.

This was a kidnapping or a robbery,

a meeting, whatever, it went tits-up.

We're going to start the door-to-door

and get the dogs out.

No.

You don't get to lead this investigation.

You don't tell me what I can and I can't investigate,

all right, son?!

COTTAN: No sign of her outside, Tone.

GATES: All right.

Get door-stepping, Dot.

Nige, lock off the house and set up a cordon.

[Zipper unzips]

[Urinating]

[Mobile rings]

DS Cottan.

No, where are you?

No, you're breaking up.

Can I help you, DS Arnott?

No, I think I can manage, thank you, DC Fleming.

Do this now, please.

Dabs and DNA.

MAN: Yes, sir.

Oi, this is my crime scene, not yours.

Log him out, Deepak,

and don't let him back in.

Please.

Sorry, sir.

So tell us, Steve, what have you got?

Jackie Laverty went missing this morning.

Missing?

She was attacked in her home,

and now there's no sign of her.

She wasn't just hiding a hit and run.

I've got a strong reason to believe

she was involved in money laundering.

What, do you think you can connect Gates with all this?

Call him in for interview, sir --

before he has time to work out his story.

I need one hour.

Good morning, Rita.

Morning.

I need to talk to you about

a hit and run investigation that was taken over

by DCl Gates.

You're AC-1 2, aren't you?

Yeah.

See, um...

my union protects civilian support staff

from talking to you

in case it causes undue stress and anxiety.

Sorry.

Well, I could always arrest you

for perverting the course of justice.

Take a seat.

When exactly did DCl Gates take over the case?

When the...

information came through from County ClD.

What information?

From Missing Persons...

about Mr. Patel.

The victim?

When DCl Gates heard that Mr. Patel

had been Jackie Laverty's accountant,

that's when he took over the...

case.

AC-1 2 interview.

Present -- Superintendent Hastings,

DS Arnott, DCl Gates,

the Police Federation representative DCl Alice Prior.

May l, sir?

Perhaps we could postpone this interview?

DCl Gates has only

just learned that a personal acquaintance

is missing, presumed dead.

He's calling her an acquaintance now?

Let's do this.

HASTlNGS: As it happens, DS Arnott's point

was a good place to start.

DCl Gates,

how would you describe your relationship

with Jacqueline Laverty?

Jackie and I knew each other 20 years ago.

She was Jackie O'Connor back then

and we were engaged,

but she broke it off to marry a businessman

called Andrew Laverty

and we lost touch.

We were reacquainted some five months ago.

She told me about her property business

and that she was after a head of security.

She wondered if I might recommend

some recently retired officers,

and I made the mistake of giving her my card.

Mistake?

Yeah, she called me the next day.

And the day after, and the day after, and the day after.

She wasn't interested in ex-officers.

Jackie was recently divorced from Andrew Laverty,

and she made no bones about wanting to pursue

a sexual relationship with me.

And how did you respond?

I told her that I was now a happily married man

with two young daughters.

She wouldn't take no for an answer.

And over the course of the next few months,

Jackie Laverty became my stalker.

And did you report this?

No, sir.

Why not, DCl Gates?

Because she's a good-looking woman, sir.

And we had a past.

And there's no smoke without fire, is there?

So...

can you tell me how you became involved

in the hit and run incident that Ms. Laverty reported?

Well, actually, sir, initially,

it was reported as a stolen vehicle.

It was only afterwards that the vehicle

was linked to the hit and run.

Are you aware the victim of the hit and run

was Jackie Laverty's accountant?

PRlOR: DCl Gates is entitled to be questioned

by an officer at least one rank superior.

HASTlNGS: Are you aware

that the victim of the hit and run was

Jackie Laverty's accountant?

Yes, sir.

When did you act on it?

HASTlNGS: And when did you act on it?

What is this, Keith Harris and Orville?

It's all right, Alice.

Let them fire away.

As soon as I became aware of that information,

I acted on it.

So straightaway?

Not straightaway?

I was concerned about Jackie's manipulative behavior.

But once I set that aside, I acted properly

by attempting to arrest her for manslaughter.

She had a large house,

Iuxury cars, expensive offices.

Didn't you ever wonder where the money was coming from?

She appeared to be a successful businesswoman,

and she received a substantial settlement in her divorce.

You had no inkling at all

that there might be some financial irregularity?

Absolutely none at all, sir.

ARNOTT: DCl Gates,

how did you come by the information

that Jackie had killed her accountant?

This is the critical piece of evidence against your stalker.

Surely you remember

exactly how you found out.

PRlOR: DCl Gates was not prepared

for this line of questions.

I request them in writing

with the statutory 10 days to respond.

Rita Bennett informed me --

the civvy support.

I took a statement from Rita prior to this interview.

I wonder if her recollection

matches yours.

DCl Gates?

The information came in from County ClD

regarding the identity of the victim.

That was three days after Ms. Laverty

informed me about her stolen car.

You should have a copy of that statement.

Yeah, I'll see to that, Alice, yeah.

The information you've just given...

why isn't it in the computer file?

-Why -- -Your answers match

what Rita said and what she claims she entered in the file,

but it's not there.

Why not?

She must be mistaken.

You deleted it.

PRlOR: Stop right there.

We're all aware of l.T. problems

as a day-to-day reality.

Have you any proof that this file was deleted?

We could impound the hard drive.

The database can be accessed

by any computer from the mainframe.

Do you intend to impound them all, DS Arnott --

send the whole station back to bikes and whistles?

DCl Gates's relationship with Jackie Laverty

clearly affected his handling of the hit and run.

It's inappropriate for him

to remain S.I.O. on her disappearance.

I was not the problem. She was.

I went to arrest her.

PRlOR: It's something that you should put

to Tony's superior officer.

HASTlNGS: Well, I certainly will, Alice...

if he'll deign to respond.

Can we go, please?

DCl Gates, I have mobile phone records

relating to your account and Jackie Laverty's account.

HASTlNGS: Sit down, please.

DCl Gates...

sit down.

These came over this morning, Alice.

You'll see last week's authority for the release of phone data.

The most recent records

are consistent with your testimony, DCl Gates --

calls and texts from Ms. Laverty

directed to your phone,

none of the calls answered by you --

one-way traffic.

Go back a little further,

and you're calling her.

T exting her.

Would you like me to read an example

of one of the text messages

sent by you to Ms. Laverty last month?

DCl Gates?

No.

HASTlNGS: So...

can you tell us

your true relationship...

with Jacqueline Laverty, please?

We had a one-night stand, for old times' sake.

I wanted to end it, but she used it against me.

Sir...

I was protecting my family.

HASTlNGS: Well, I think it's fair enough to say

that we have grounds to remove you from the case, DCl Gates.

Fine, sir.

HASTlNGS: Fine. Thank you, DCl Gates.

-Where were you last night? -Hold your horses.

It's a simple question.

You don't have to respond, DCl Gates,

if it's too short notice to come up with an alibi.

Let's leave it there, Tony.

I went home very late.

I didn't want to wake my wife,

so I slept in the spare room,

but I couldn't sleep for worrying about

the case against Jackie.

So that's when I decided to go and arrest her.

-Witnesses? -As I said,

I was careful not to wake my wife.

So you didn't spend the night with Jackie Laverty?

No, I did not.

Why didn't you call for backup?

Backup, when?

When you arrived,

alone, and found evidence of extreme violence.

Well, I knew that my team were en route.

And when you turned up,

I assumed between the two of us,

we were up to the task.

I had to climb over the gate.

How did you get in?

How...

Did you climb over the gate?

No, l, um...

Your car was parked on the drive.

Either you climbed over the gate

with it tucked under your arm,

or Jackie Laverty let you in.

I opened the gate.

What's the code?

Tell me the code!

It'll be on Jackie's contact information.

There.

2366.

I think we should call it a day there.

Yeah, I think so, too, yeah.

PRlOR: Sir, I sincerely hope you don't consider

you have enough grounds to press for suspension.

DCl Gates has been extraordinarily cooperative --

ARNOTT: The last number on Jackie's account.

A mobile phone she called last night...

07900024731.

Who did she call?

I got no idea.

You weren't present when she made that call?

-No. -That's enough, Steve.

PRlOR: Sir, DCl Gates

has no criminal case to --

Forensic scene investigators are currently harvesting

DNA and fibers from the house.

Yeah, and they are likely to find some of mine

you know, from a previous visit,

because I'm not denying I wasn't ever there.

And, of course, I was there this morning...

with you.

HASTlNGS: lnterview terminated.

No suspension.

Thank you, sir.

[Door opens]

[Grunts]

Tony?

COTTAN: Yeah, but you know AC are all over it.

COTTAN: Yeah, but you know AC are all over it.

MORTON: AC are all over everything at the moment.

Look, I've let you down.

I had a relationship

that's compromised me professionally.

But none of it, really, none of it

reflects on any of you.

In fact, it makes your loyalty all the more humbling.

But a woman's missing,

almost certainly deceased.

And Chief Superintendent Hilton is in the process

of appointing another officer to lead that investigation.

And we will render that officer every assistance, okay?

Hi. DS Arnott.

I called this morning.

The glass found at the scene is teeming with evidence.

It's very moist.

We sampled saliva from around the rim,

and we got two high-quality fingerprints

from the side.

The prints appear to be from the same person.

Initial assessment is they match

the control prints from the house.

-They're Jackie's? -Yeah.

What about the whiskey bottle?

Sorry...

[Blows nose]

No, nothing.

Just Jackie's prints again, you mean?

No, I mean nothing.

It's been wiped down.

Thank you.

I'll be back for the DNA reports.

GATES: From now, our focus shifts completely

to the double murder on Greek Lane

and the killing of Wesley Duke, so --

JANSON: Excuse me.

You better come quick, sir.

Can't keep his nose out, can he, eh?

GATES: Hey, DS Arnott --

kindly desist.

I want this car impounded as evidence.

I want it cordoned off, and I want him

kept away from it!

Then get yourself a warrant.

[Car alarm blares]

[Laughter]

[Alarm stops]

MORTON: What are you looking for --

Shergar?

[Laughter]

You wiped down the whiskey bottle,

but I know there's a glass missing from the crime scene.

He took it 'cause it's the only thing that proves he was there.

[Car door opens]

COTTAN: Oh, now you're screwed, Tone.

He's on to your George Michael CDs.

[Laughter]

We done?

[Alarm chirps]

MAN: Find anything, Sherlock?

MAN 2: You're wasting your time, mate.

A thorough search of the property

revealed no clues to Jackie Laverty's whereabouts.

We did a ring-around of local hospitals.

No one matching her description has been admitted.

We established a track

on her mobile phone -- nothing.

It's been switched off all day.

That's as far as we got

when Gates was brought off the case.

He fought tooth and nail to keep it.

He knows what the forensics are going to sound like

in front of a jury when the body's found.

Whoever killed Jackie did it quickly

and moved the body without leaving a trace.

It sounds like a professional job.

Maybe she won't be found.

That whiskey glass is the only physical evidence

that can place Gates at the crime scene.

What?

[Sighs]

The search on Gates's car --

it came over as desperate.

He's the one who's desperate.

I push him from the outside,

you push from the inside.

He'll crack.

Make him lead us to that whiskey glass, Kate.

COTTAN: Forensics never found anyone's DNA --

except the two victims'.

Professional crew then, gloves -- the works.

MORTON: The search never found any sacks

of drugs stashed under the floorboards,

but there was residue.

Very pure crack cocaine.

Well, maybe they weren't just muscling in

on somebody else's territory.

They were out-trading on quality.

I want to get over to the alleyway,

I want to familiarize myself with Wesley's murder.

Do you mind if I tag along, sir?

[Phone buzzing]

Just give me a minute.

DCl Gates.

Well, what do forensics say?

COTTAN: Jesus bloody Christ,

we could all go down the pan with him.

Hey, he stood by you.

Don't make out he's some kind of saint.

We all tick a box for Tony in front of the top brass.

Yeah, and we all know which box you tick.

Screw you, Nige.

Wondering if you backed the wrong horse, are you, Dot?

FLEMlNG: Whoever committed the murders at Greek Lane

knows we're after them.

They couldn't have been more blatant

in showing they're behind this one, too.

So you think this was a warning?

Well, maybe they're taunting us.

A double murder behind closed doors is one thing.

This is a triple now,

and they hung Wesley up there for everyone to see.

[Phone beeping]

Sir, we've got CCTV in for Greek Lane.

There wasn't any CCTV on the street.

Footage from nearby traffic cams.

Get back to the station and go through it, please.

Yes, sir.

Sir,

who's taking over the Jackie Laverty case?

Dl lan Buckells.

Why?

Well, the whole station heard Arnott accuse you

of being with Jackie Laverty last night.

Arnott's got nothing on me.

That's not what I meant, sir.

You've lost someone close.

I'm here, if you need to talk.

T ony?

Hey, darling, I'm really sorry about --

I'm just glad you're okay.

One of your team's been telling me about last night.

Hello, sir.

Actually, Mrs. Gates,

I'm not on your husband's team.

I'm in another department that's taken an interest

in last night's events.

Where are the girls?

They're at clubs.

This is work, darling.

Come on, Sammy.

Go on.

GATES: Thanks.

Get out.

Mrs. G. was relieved to hear

you were working last night.

I wondered if you'd dropped in for a nap in the spare room,

Iike you stated in your interview.

She explained the bed hadn't been slept in.

Seems there's very strong circumstantial evidence

telling me your statement is false.

Circumstantial evidence --

that's the best you've got?

I know you wiped down the whiskey bottle

and removed the glass.

That glass is hard physical evidence

you're an accessory to the crime.

But it's evidence you don't have.

I'll find it.

You've got this one chance to call your solicitor.

Come to the station and change your statement,

before it's too late.

I'm not going to do your job for you, Arnott.

If you want to take me down,

you're going to have to do it yourself.

Now get the fuck out of my house!

When you're in a hole, stop digging --

for your wife's sake,

for your daughters'.

Get out.

Nice house.

Shame.

Have a good day, sir.

Thank you again, Mrs. Gates.

What the hell were you up to last night?

I'm handling a triple murder.

He's AC-1 2.

It's, um, Anti-Corruption.

Anti-Corruption?

Oh, my God, T ony!

They've got nothing, which is why he's so desperate.

He's got something on you, though, hasn't he?

No, really nothing.

Why's he round our house?

Because he's a prick, darling.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to sort it.

Can you?

I can, and I will.

I promise.

Jools?

How dare you!

No one can ever come between me and my husband.

You keep away from this family.

Hey.

FLEMlNG: I've developed a rough timeline

FLEMlNG: I've developed a rough timeline

of the night of the Greek Lane murders.

Four hours before the murder.

That's the unmarked car carrying Dot and Deepak.

They went straight into position on Greek Lane.

Skip on two hours.

A Subaru is heading from Moss Heath

to Kingsgate.

1 0 minutes later,

the same Subaru takes the same route.

1 0 minutes later --

same again.

He's driving circuits.

While each circuit would allow him to swing by

-the Borogrove Estate. -Where the lads are parked.

I'll skip on two hours.

That's Dot and Deepak leaving the area.

Five minutes later,

here comes the Subaru,

round the junction again.

No more circuits.

In fact, we don't see it again.

And what have we got on the vehicle?

Registration belongs to an identical make and model.

They've cloned the plates.

They harvest the cars for the jobs

and then dump them.

Let's get Patrol

to be on the lookout for all vehicles with cloned plates.

Yeah, I've already done it, sir.

[Chuckles]

That's a good job, Kate.

I want everybody in on time tomorrow, please.

Yeah.

[Sighs]

[Moaning]

[Woman screams]

You dirty bastards!

Thanks, wanker!

Oi!

[Knock on door]

MAN: Mrs. Pilkington!

Ryan?

It's the police!

[Rock music playing]

Keely!

Mrs. Pilkington, it's PC Bannerjee from

Kingsgate station!

Ryan was meant to come in

to give a statement this morning.

What this time?

We intervened in a street altercation, Mrs. Pilkington.

Ryan alleges he was assaulted by an elderly neighbor --

Mr. Alf Butterfield.

Can I come in, please, Keely?

I checked at his school.

They said he hadn't been in all week.

Keely, where's Ryan?

How should I know?

This is serious, Keely.

Ryan's failed to attend for his interview.

What's it got to do with me?

Well, he needs to be accompanied

by a responsible adult.

That's his social worker, isn't it?

Well, if the little bugger's not here,

there's no case to answer.

I'm sorry, Mr. Butterfield.

You've already generated a crime number.

There's no room for maneuver.

PC Larkin means either you accept the caution

or it goes to court.

LARKlN: Take the caution.

Home in time for "Bargain Hunt."

Yeah, but that will mean you have a criminal record

for a public order offense.

BUTTERFlELD: But... Criminal record?

Well, he -- he's the bloody criminal!

Fine.

Have it your own way.

Thank you.

There -- there was a detective.

Now, she said she'd take care of everything.

Yeah, I wrote down her name.

Ah, this is all her fault.

There...

There!

Fine, show him in.

Thank you.

Sorry, T ony, sorry, worst possible timing.

I've got to dash.

I only need a minute, sir.

The interview with AC-1 2 puts us in a delicate position.

I thought it best to come clean.

That's admirable, but really,

I'd rather let the dust settle

before we have a definitive conference.

I'll have Sheila put something in the diary for next week.

You weren't so shy about standing by me

when the Chief Constable was

hanging a medal around my neck, sir.

[Knock on door]

Yes!

Ah, ah, lan.

Tony, you know Dl Buckells has taken over

-the Laverty disappearance? -Yeah.

Any news?

We've got the dogs out, sir,

but there's no trace of the body yet.

That's disappointing.

We're developing her money laundering as a lead.

And?

Sir,

we've had a major breakthrough on the triple murders.

-You have? -Yes.

We shall have it cracked...

two, maybe three days.

I can take that to the Chief Constable?

Absolutely, sir.

Well, that's excellent.

Well done, Tony.

We should --

Don't make any assumptions about Jackie Laverty's fate.

She was facing a manslaughter charge.

She could've faked this whole thing.

Right...

She had the cash and the connections

to get herself out of the country.

Maybe her ex is involved.

Okay...

AC are talking crap about that whiskey glass.

Don't make a tit out of yourself chasing shadows.

I've seen too many ambitious young Dls

Iooking up the ladder without realizing

they've stepped on a big slippery snake.

Do you know what I mean?

Good to see you.

Sir.

[Mobile buzzes]

Message from dispatch.

Patrol sighted a vehicle

with cloned plates on Moss Heath Road.

Backup's ready to roll.

Okay.

Mobilize Tactical Ops, full armor.

We'll do risk assessment en route -- let's go!

-I'll call Dot. -Let's go, let's go!

[Mobile rings]

Okay, mate.

Dot's meeting us there, boss.

MAN: TO-20 joining. DCI Gates joining.

[Rapping on hood]

Stand down.

DC Fleming, stand down.

What?! We're on a job!

Do I have to arrest you? Stand down, Kate.

Fleming's been restricted to desk duties, sir.

Christ, sir, do something!

I don't have time for this now, Kate.

There's been activity on Jackie Laverty's phone.

Get a triangulation and phone it through.

[Siren wails]

What's going on with Kate?

Ain't got a scooby.

Something's been bugging me, boss.

Arnott was totally convinced

you were with Jackie the night she disappeared.

Only people who knew you weren't answering your job phone

was me, Dot, and Kate.

[Mobile buzzes]

MAN: Target vehicle not sighted.

DCl Gates' phone.

Nige, it's Kate.

MAN: Triangulation will take some time,

but I can give you the nearest base station.

DC Fleming, standing by.

Stand by for base station.

What the hell's going on, Leah?

There's a complaint about you

from some old boy called Alf Butterfield.

Oh, Christ!

-DC Fleming, come in. -Fleming.

T-Mobile base station

93016, macrocell.

9301 6.

Corner of Goswell Road and Spedmore Avenue.

Corner of Goswell Road and Spedmore Avenue.

-Corner of -- -I heard.

MAN: Target vehicle sighted.

A black four-wheel drive.

DCl Gates to backup.

Continue as directed.

I'm going on another call.

MORTON: Boss, what are you doing?

Jackie's alive, Nige.

Alexander Avenue.

100 meters southwest

of intersection with Prince Charles Avenue.

Alexander Avenue.

1 00 meters. Repeat, 1-0-0 meters.

Southwest of intersection

with Prince Charles Avenue.

MORTON: Got it.

Thanks, Kate.

[Siren wailing]

Next should be Alexander Avenue.

Here it is -- Alexander. Left, left, left, left!

MAN: In pursuit,

black four-wheel drive,

traveling southbound on Prince Charles Avenue.

Target's turning,

he's turning!

We've lost him.

Not visual, repeat, not visual.

GATES: Nige, get in, we're going after them!

Health and safety.

This is not a designated pursuit vehicle.

Whatever!

[Siren wailing]

Where?

Haven't a clue.

Get out on the road after them,

I'm going to guide in the backup.

Tone?!

DCl Gates to backup.

I'm visual with the target vehicle

heading north on Prince Charles Avenue.

Tone! Tone!

Still visual -- north on Prince Charles.

MAN: Received.

Bloody hell, Tone!

Still visual. North on Prince Charles,

-Still visual. -Received.

DCI Gates?

Where's Jackie?

Is she still alive?

[Grunts]

GATES: No!

BOY: You dirty bastard.

[Laughter]

You little shit!

[Grunts]

[Mobile rings]

Yeah, Tommy?

He's here.

TOMMY: Jackie was working for me.

Now you are,

unless you want her body being found

with your dirty business all over her

and your prints on the knife.

Keep the phone.

Don't call us -- we'll call you.

[Click]

You pig bastard!

You pig bastard!

Pig bastard!

Pig bastard!

ARNOTT: Any luck with the DNA on the whiskey glass?

Well, we sampled one set of DNA from the rim...

Don't tell me -- it matches Jackie's.

Well?

You said not to tell you.

Come here.

Thank you.

What's going on?

I'm chasing forensics

that place Gates at Jackie's murder.

Have we got any?

-No. -No.

But you've just made a spectacle of yourself

by searching Gates's car in front of the whole station.

Then you go and visit the man's wife --

at his house.

I'm trying to put pressure on him.

Play him at his own game.

Steve, are we expected to ask officers

to behave professionally

if we can't behave professionally ourselves?!

You're over the line here, son --

you're way over the line.

I'll tell you what --

you better come back with a result out of this...

for all our sakes.

GATES: Now they know we've l.D.ed the vehicle,

we can expect it to turn up

in a scrap yard any time soon.

I've got to go and tell Hilton.

You lot get home,

go and have something to eat.

Fancy a pint, boss?

Not tonight, matey.

What was that about desk duties today?

Oh. It's just some bollocks, sir.

It's been sorted.

All right.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Are you sure you're all right, sir?

Yeah.

Doctor says I'm fine.

It's just you was out of contact for over an hour.

What happened?

I was chasing around like an idiot,

and I made a tit out of myself.

And I'd quite like to drop it.

Well, maybe you need that pint after all.

Ha.

I just want to help, sir.

I'll be honest with you, Kate,

I'm not sure that anybody can.

How are things at home, sir?

[Chuckles]

Look, I'm no angel.

I've got involved with the wrong bloke --

on the job and outside.

Everyone has to let off a little bit of steam

now and then.

AC don't get it.

They're robots, them lot.

They don't get the difference between a corrupt copper

and a decent one who made a mistake.

I do.

Everyone knows there's a piece of evidence

that AC's after.

That doesn't exist!

Well, what if it did?

Give me the chance to prove myself to you, sir.

This is a conversation we shouldn't be having, Fleming.

Well, if Arnott finds it,

that's your career over, sir,

a genuinely talented officer, all for one silly mistake.

I'm not bent!

Okay, I'm not!

You know that, right?

Yeah.

Where is it, sir?

It's in a skip.

Who the bloody hell do you think you are?

Easy, Tone, that's not going to help, mate.

ARNOTT: See down the drain, Gates?

Kind of appropriate.

Oh, you're really loving this, ain't you, you bastard?

HASTlNGS: All right, everybody, just calm yourselves.

What's happening?

AC got a tip-off about the whiskey glass.

Anything?

No.

Sorry, what was that about something going down the drain?

Would that be your investigation?

-All right. -You're all right.

GATES: You're a tit.

And you, Buckells.

FLEMlNG: I don't get it, sir.

I made up a story about a phantom piece of evidence,

and I told you that it was in a skip,

Nige I told it was in a ditch,

and Dot that it was in a pond.

Deepak, he's the one I told

it was in that drain.

I've been up all night,

weighing up my career against helping you out.

No, Kate, that's not what l...

You bastard, sir.

Kate!

Kate!

ARNOTT: I was acting on apparently reliable information.

HASTlNGS: We've had a contact request from Colin Brackley.

He was the senior fire officer --

Screw him.

I wouldn't burn my bridges if I was you, son --

not now.

Let me buy you a drink.

I'm not staying.

Just say what you came here to say.

The lads are all getting twitchy.

We've all been suspended from active duty,

and we've heard you're going to accuse us of lying

to cover up breaking into the wrong flat.

And you're saying I screwed up the orders,

sent you in the wrong door?

This has got out of hand.

That's why I'm here.

It took guts for you lot to go in there,

thinking he was a bomber.

All I know is, we've all been asked to lie,

and I'm the only one not going along with it.

We both know there was a massive failure of intel.

The op was thrown together without proper prep.

No one responsible wants to cop for that.

That's why they're laying it on us.

There's no us.

There is if we all tell the same story.

And in return,

none of the lads put any blame in my direction?

We're in this together, Steve.

An innocent man is dead.

There's not a day goes by I don't think about that.

I was the one who pulled the trigger.

I'm sick with it, man.

I can't sleep at night.

I can't look any other copper in the eye.

I'm...

bouncing my little boy on my knee,

and I'm just...

bursting out crying for no reason.

You feel it, too, don't you --

the guilt?

You knew the kill order was suspect.

If you hadn't passed it on...

Let me get you another drink.

Nothing's going to bring him back.

So what good does it do

for us to be thrown on the scrap heap?

Isn't it better?

Isn't it a better service

for us to put this behind us

and be the cleanest, most dedicated officers

on the job?

You've already figured that out, haven't you?

That's why you joined Anti-Corruption.

A half a pint, please.

You're finished!

You're over the line here, son,

you're way over the line!

You take a shot at the king,

make sure you kill him, son.

So you're going to take all of us down with you,

are you, sir?

You arrogant wanker.

What do you want?

I'd like to speak to DC Fleming,

if I may, sir?

How can I help, sir?

Yeah, you were involved in the trace

on Jackie Laverty's phone.

Um, it's our best lead on her possible whereabouts.

Okay.

It would be great to get your --

You want to speak to my team,

put in a request, in writing, to me!

RlTA: Uh, excuse me, sir.

I've been meaning to talk to you.

Um, all this Anti-Corruption.

It's, uh, bad for me nerves.

I'm sorry to hear that, Rita.

I'll have to go on the sick.

You'll be missed.

[Sighs] I don't know.

In three months, my migraines have got worse.

I'm sure my union will have something to say about it.

I'm sorry, Ted, I know you've been chasing me.

It occurred to me that neutral ground

often makes for more productive conversations.

It's always nice to get out of the office, sir.

Frankly, I've been avoiding this conversation.

I was beginning to feel a wee bit

Iike the ginger stepchild, there.

[Chuckles]

I spent two years in AC myself.

I see this situation from both sides.

If Gates had solved the triple murder,

he could've shaken off these allegations.

Now, he's a dead man walking.

So why keep digging?

Well, for proof, sir,

proof that Tony Gates was at a murder scene.

There are only so many drains you can look down

before AC-1 2 becomes a laughing stock.

We've followed procedure to the letter, sir.

I don't doubt it for a minute,

but Tony Gates is...

from the south.

I'm sure you'd be mortified, T ed,

mortified, if anyone formed the opinion

that AC-1 2 makes a point

of pressing charges against officers from the south.

Everyone receives the exact same treatment.

Of course! Of course.

it's a delicate balance,

but no one would welcome the accusation

that the case against an officer from the south

was being pursued with unusual alacrity.

[Tommy's Mobile rings]

[Ringing continues]

Yeah, I'm here.

Your bird's money laundering

is going to lead your lot to me.

You better get it sorted out.

Look, um...

I can't make a move without being watched.

That's your problem, you bent bastard.

[Click]

Dad!

Hey, darling.

We love it when you pick us up.

Do you?

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought I'd surprise you, munchkin,

is that all right?

Yeah.

Give me a hug.

On a separate note, sir,

we've had a complaint against DC Fleming

from Alfred Butterfield --

failure to assiduously investigate

burglary and assault.

That's small fry, station level.

Yeah, it's all to do with her time at the ClD.

I've had a look at the facts again,

I think DC Fleming really should

return to normal duties at TO-20.

Yeah, it's your call.

-Excuse me. -Yeah.

[Mobile beeps]

[Sighs]