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Car's outside.

Ready? See, don't you look nice.

Why haven't they let us go in?

It's just another service that overran.

Oh look, this is just your colour.

You're going to have to talk to me at some point, darling.

Now, Bianca Mimica?

Mimica.

Mimica, sorry.

If you'd like to follow me.

Darling.

Just this way.

And so, as we commit Christian's body to its end,

so do we also his memory to our hearts.

Right Bianca,

let's meet the new member of the family, shall we?

You wanted to say a few words?

Yes, thank you. Relax.

See this.

That's baby's hand.

And...here we've got the profile,

that's the forehead, little nose.

Yep. It's a good strong heartbeat.

You've got a nice healthy baby, Bianca.

Christian was...

Christian was born a year after Nick and I were married.

And from the moment he was born,

he was the light of my life.

I think there have been times

when he was the only person

who stood between me and utter darkness.

I thought I'd lost him once before when Nick and I were...

when, when we forgot to make him feel loved.

And, um, he went to prison.

He went to prison because of me.

But he found a way to forgive me because that's who he was.

A gentle, loving,

forgiving soul.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Now, I can't promise it'll be totally accurate at this stage.

We'd like to know.

Yeah.

It's a boy.

A boy.

Congratulations.

And the due date should be on

or around the 27th of November.

I'm sorry?

Um, 27th of November, yeah.

Excuse me.

Are you alright?

She's just a bit overcome.

Um, I know this is cheeky.

I don't suppose I could borrow your phone?

I stupidly left mine at home.

I'd love to send my boyfriend a picture.

Mum won't let you use hers?

She doesn't have one. She's old fashioned like that.

Smart lady.

Bane of my life this thing.

Uh...there.

Thank you. Um, that's really kind.

Hannah, we should probably talk to people.

Yeah, okay.

Billy.

How is she?

Major Crimes want to talk to her.

Can't you put them off?

Well, for day or two maybe, but not indefinitely.

I'll talk with them.

And tell them what?

That he was an NCA intelligence asset

whose cover was compromised

and we're investigating how and by whom.

Will you explain what his mother was doing at the murder scene?

Or why you conducted the operation

for his recovery without adequate backup?

Oh, and why the police force,

who was supposed to provide that backup,

were hopelessly compromised.

You provided no conclusive evidence that it was.

Oh, come on!

They knew about Marcus Byrne.

They knew about Christian.

There has to be someone else on the inside.

What can I do to help?

Is there someone you trust

to take a look at the notes we made on Marcus' service record?

Let me think about it.

Thanks, Chief.

Okay.

Everything alright?

Yeah. Uh, fine. I, I just wasn't sure

if I could remember the number.

-Thank you. -Any time.

Thank you. We have to go.

Thank you.

Take care.

Hey.

Penny for them?

I was, uh...

I was thinking about what I told Christian after Stefan was shot.

'Cause it was eating him up.

It was dragging him under.

Go on.

Well, I, I told him that the feeling would fade.

That he'd get over it.

That he was hardwired to survive.

Like mother, like son.

How did you find your way back, Billy.

Who says I have?

I do.

I can see it in you.

You numb yourself.

Hunker down.

Survive.

Then you wait,

and you wait,

and you wait and you wait some more.

And then if you're lucky enough,

you might just find a way

to let a little love back in your life.

Who sent those?

I don't know. There's a card.

Fucking bitch, that bitch, that fucking bitch!

The fucking bitch!

The fucking bitch!

She's taken him.

Argh! Argh!

Urgh, urgh.

Urgh!

In addition to the bespoke bouquet,

floral delivery records show an order was placed

for a personalised card addressed to Hannah Laing.

We visit now and then.

A son for a son.

What's the intended meaning here?

You've heard of an eye for an eye?

Oh.

So, it's biblical justice we're talking about?

Revenge.

Call it...

divine retribution.

You have no evidence against my client

other than a bunch of flowers and a card.

I suggest we leave it there, shall we?

Hmm?

Divine retribution.

You alright?

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm okay, Billy.

'Cause it's okay not to be okay.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Shouldn't you get going?

I can wait.

I'm sick of waiting.

Do what you need to do.

And it's all right for me to leave you?

I don't need a babysitter. So...

Are you ready to move the product now?

You got everything you wanted.

Bianca, the boy.

Don't tell me it doesn't feel good.

What?

Revenge.

I did what I had to.

The first is always the hardest.

Come.

Good job, boys.

Clever.

We should stop meeting like this.

Jesus that's ancient, even for me.

Here.

Isn't that Hannah Laing's boy?

Aye. Christian.

Christian Radic.

-And this one? -We don't know.

Shot while impersonating a police officer.

Tried to abduct Christian.

I need to know everything about her.

Shoe size, parking fines, unreturned library books.

And I need it quick.

Here's more of the files on Marcus Byrne

you requested, Sir.

That's all of them, Sir.

How are you feeling?

This is going to be hard for you,

but I thought you should know.

No.

No.

No!

No, no!

You said you'd never do anything to hurt me!

Hannah?

Hannah?

Hannah?

You left your door open.

Where the bloody hell are you?

Not her restaurant.

Oh, bollocks!

-Excuse me. -I want to see Dubravka.

She's not here.

Dubravka!

Dubravka!

Yes?

Jesus Christ, Hannah, no.

Sorry, pal.

No, Hannah, not there.

Dubravka?

Dubravka!

We stay right here, and enjoy her pain.

Dubravka!

Dubravka! Open the door!

Dubravka!

Come out here, Dubravka!

Hannah!

Dubravka!

Come on, I know you're in there.

-Don't do this, Hannah. Hannah! -Open the fucking door!

Hannah! Don't do this.

Billy, what the fuck are you doing here?

I'm saving you from yourself.

Oh, Billy, fuck off!

-Argh! -Argh! Let me go.

Let go of me, Billy. Let go of me, Billy.

Down with the knife, Hannah. Put down the knife.

Argh! You leave me alone.

Hannah!

Hannah.

It's too late, it's too late.

-No. -Billy, it's too late.

No, no, no. no.

No, no, no.

Here, Hannah, look at this.

It's from Bianca.

It's Bianca.

It's your grandchild.

It's Christian's baby.

Where is this?

Sangita's place.

And what is it I'm looking for, exactly?

The bastards who trashed it.

-Stole her files. -Hm.

The proof that'll link to the Mimicas.

Quality's not very good.

What about those notes that we made on Marcus?

Kane is finding someone to look at them.

Where are you going?

To meet my contact.

I'm sorry.

You keep saying that.

I know.

-It's just your mum. -She is not my mother anymore.

I thought you'd forgotten about me.

Perhaps I should.

I warned you it wouldn't be straightforward.

Was it the Saint Christopher?

The necklace?

No, it was another complication beyond my control.

I hope the rest of our business

will be conducted more efficiently.

You ready to deal?

Yes.

Good. Let's meet. I know a place.

Hey, here we go.

Who are you?

So?

Your woman from the airport.

That was quick.

Julie Tompkins. Ex-military.

Now a private contractor. You know the type.

That's her phone log.

She took a call from an unregistered mobile

just after our boy landed.

Traced it to police headquarters.

Good luck.

Bingo.

Jovan. Jovan, you there?

Yes.

I can't keep eating the food you're bringing. It's, um...

The smell is making me sick.

Jovan?

Yeah.

Could you, um...

do mind...?

Bianca, what is it?

Christian...used to get us fruit...

Every morning from the market.

And I miss it.

I miss him...like hell.

I'll get you some.

Thank you.

I think you're the only one who cares.

Billy? Billy, come here.

You've got to see this.

Do you recognise him.

-Should I? -The system does.

Thomas Fordham.

Eight years plus with the British Army

and failed try-out for the SAS.

Hmm, I know the type.

Dishonourable discharge for glassing a civilian in a bar,

served three years.

Been linked to armed robbery since,

but nothing proven.

So now he's in private security, you know, body guarding,

driving services, that kind of a thing.

Anyway, I ran his reg through ANPR and look what just came up.

Oh, my good God.

That's Nicky Harris.

I bloody knew it.

Might be a coincidence.

Bollocks, Billy.

Do you think Kane's covering for her.

He might be in on it.

Julie Tompkins' phone record.

Someone called her from inside police HQ.

Shit.

You summoned me.

There is an important gathering happening tomorrow...

about moving the product.

Right. And, uh, you want me to drive you?

You will lead the meeting.

You've earned it.

Okay.

Oh.

I was just coming to find you.

Sir?

Come in here.

What's this about, Sir.

This...supporting statement

for Marcus's exceptional service award.

Look at the signature.

Christ.

When Nicky Harris was appointed to lead the boathouse inquiry,

she signed a sworn affidavit

that there was no personal connection between her

and any of the officers she'd be interviewing.

Including Marcus Byrne?

We thought you were mixed up in this.

We thought you were covering for her.

Well, I have been in a way.

When I told you I only gave her five minutes' notice

about the CPS deal for Marcus,

I wasn't being truthful.

It was more like 30.

Why?

Because I've been sleeping with her.

Which means...

not only have I broken every rule

in the senior officer's handbook,

but I...

but I'm also indirectly responsible for...

Well, there's, uh...

there's no time for recriminations.

You need to look at these.

Grounds for reasonable suspicion.

But we need to catch her in the act.

This is nice.

Thanks for inviting me round.

Thanks for saying yes.

You know, you need to learn to loosen up a little, Leonard.

Watching Gogglebox is good for you.

Are you sure this is gonna work.

It's Israeli, it'll work.

Look, relax, Hannah.

All he has to do is find an opportunity

to put her phone on silent, then call using his phone.

The software should only take a...

a minute or so to download.

Easy peasy.

Nothing's that easy.

You ever put that thing down?

Oh, sorry.

I'll put it on charge for you.

Remove the temptation.

Okay.

Top up?

Sure.

Here we go.

Bollocks.

What do we do? What do we do now?

What do we do now?

I'm going in.

For fuck's sake.

What are you doing?

It's not working.

Shit.

Leonard? Where's my top up?

Sorry, I, uh...

I needed a breath of air.

Ah, have I got you all hot and bothered?

Watching TV?

Hardly.

I'm gonna use the bathroom.

Well, you know where it is.

Yeah.

Where are the phones?

Come on.

Okay.

Good girl.

Come on. Come on.

Here we go.

Great.

What am I looking at?

Nicky Harris's inbox.

Live?

Can this record her phone calls?

Not this version of the software,

but it does track a location.

Do we recognise this number that she texted?

Unregistered. I'd say it's a burner.

The Mimicas?

Whoever it is, we'll know when and where they're meeting.

Remember what I said.

I've earned it.

How do you want to handle this?

There is nothing to handle.

I will tell her this is the last time

she and I will be meeting.

And going forward

all our business with her will be conducted through you.

Okay.

Okay. Let's go or we'll be late.

Listen, I'm not coming.

Well...

so much for having each other's back.

There's, there's someone who needs me more, Billy.

They've taken her out and back in again twice

since we set up that camera.

So, I want to go and check out the lie of the land

while the rest of the Mimicas are at Nicky's meeting.

We don't know they will be.

Okay, I'll, um, I'll stay low.

I'll keep my distance.

I need to know Bianca's okay.

This is my grandchild, Billy.

Yeah, okay.

Please be careful.

Yeah, you be careful.

Hmm.

Are you seeing her location?

Yeah. Seeing both of you.

You enjoying that?

Hmm? Oh, sorry.

I missed my breakfast this morning.

She's moving.

Copy that.

Let's see if it is the Mimicas she's meeting.

She's here.

Are you seeing this?

All too clearly.

And now look who's turned up.

Is it them?

Aye.

All primped and ready to party.

-I'm going in. - Negative, Billy.

That's an order.

We got what we came for.

Billy?

Copy that.

Party's over.

I'm gonna go follow Harris.

Copy that.

Stay well back.

How far ahead are they?

About a mile or so.

Where the hell are they going?

Hello?

Yes.

You're on your way back?

Ten minutes.

I'll be ready.

You're getting closer, Billy.

Software says you're right on top of her, Billy.

I know, but no sign.

She must have ditched her phone.

I don't like this.

-Get back here. -Yeah, I'm on my way.

Billy?

Billy?

Billy?