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Control to all patrols involved in this operation.

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

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.

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.

Stop! My baby!

My baby!

Right, back up. Back up.

7-5, stop.

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!

Control. Charlie Zulu 5-5.

Request IR to Brown Lane RTC.

My baby!

Please! Please!

Can you help my baby?

Agh!

1-5, please make towards Brown Lane,

re: reported RTC.

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

two minutes.

Two minutes! Take the lorry!

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!

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.

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!

Job done.

Nice work, lads.

Let's get this lot shifted.

- 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.

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.

What is it?

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

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?

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...

Now, the funny thing is,

I ended up in a lap-dancing bar.

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.

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.

All right, Maneet?

- How's the little 'un? - Aw.

Talking all the time now. He never shuts up.

Let's have a look.

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

- Mummy! - Yeah, Mummy's here. What?

Aw, bless him.

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?

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.

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.

Sorry, Lise. We're loading up.

I'll be right out.

Right, don't move.

Lights off, keep the engine running.

Just do it.

You made his night there, Lise.

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.

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.

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!

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

Now the celebrations can really begin!

A pair of crackers! Look at them!

I'll have the two of you. Chill out.

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

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.

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?

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

Tatleen, is Maneet around?

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

OK, thanks.

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?

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.

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

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.

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.

Sir.

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.

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.

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?

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.

I know. Hands.

Help me, Maneet.

I ain't up to this.

Tell me how I can help.

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.

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.

- 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.

Christ sake, this gonna happen or what?

Armed police!

- Armed police! - On your knees!

On your knees! On the ground!

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.

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?

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.

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."

Sorry. Sorry, no idea where my head was.

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

Emergency. Which service do you require?

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.

It's the truth.

She got her burner on her?

It's the one we gave her.

Yeah.

Get me a screwdriver.

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.

No, please.

No, no...

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.

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"?

Detective Sergeant John Corbett.

Thank you.

Come on! Come on!

No!

No! No!

Shut up! This ain't helping.