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It's called Operation Pear Tree.

Our brief was to embed
an undercover officer

within an organised crime group.

Detective Sergeant John Corbett.

- [Tyres burst]
- Go, go, go!

[Rapid gunfire]

- Drinks are on me, lads.
- [Laughter and cheering]

- Who am I talking to?
- Just answer.

We're tooled up, ready for
a raid. I want to plan it.

He believed
he was on to the top man.

- Who?
- It was just a code name.

H?

Hilton.
He was the senior police officer

who was running the show
for organised crime.

H, finally.

Well done, everybody.

My senior legal counsel,
Gill Biggeloe.

You don't mind if she sits in?

I'm here to ask you one more
time to sign the papers.

I've joined a mate's
property development business.

And one of our new projects
is the Kettle Bell Complex.

Our terms of business include

compensating
the original investors.

Detective Chief Superintendent
Hargreaves.

Gaffer thinks he knows the magic
words to make them talk.

Don't they all?

I'll call you.

By the hairs
on your chinny-chin-chin.

I'm just trying
to get to the truth.

The top brass,
they don't want me to succeed.

There's a bent copper running
organised crime, I'm sure of it.

Everything I've said is God's
honest truth. And I'll prove it.

But that depends if you've got
the guts to listen.

Or are you just another lap dog
for Hastings and the rest?

I've been developing a CHIS
who hears things about the OCG.

- Someone I should know about?
- No.

Definitely not something
to bother a DI about.

We'll go after
the bent bastards.

But once you're in,
there's no turning back.

Are you in?

KATE: KF-1 to KF-6 are a series
of images of individuals

known to be part of a network
of corrupt police officers.

PS Cafferty, do you see
the person who recruited you?

Right, lads.

The Eastfield Depot,

used by three police forces
to store

all the good stuff
they use in evidence -

drugs, cash, jewels,
precious metals,

proceeds of robberies.

It's one of the most securely
guarded facilities in the area.

But since we acquired
a couple of dozen

automatic assault rifles
from the ballistics job,

we've got the firepower
to get inside.

This is a complicated job.

No disrespect.

None taken.

After I came out of Altcourse,

I knocked up some
false documents

to help my brother out
with a security job in Iraq.

We were guarding
high-security facilities.

I've seen what it takes
to defend them.

So I know what it takes
to raid them.

We've got these plans
plus some basic information

from the AFOs
we've been using.

There's a routine pickup.
We've got the driver.

Instead of the planned pickup,

we hijack the empty lorry
to do our job.

And higher levels
of our organisation

have bent coppers
in their pocket.

You just said
we had the firepower.

Yeah, but hopefully
that's just for show.

A big shootout will bring
every copper in the area

out on a blue light.

We need time to load the lorry.

Best way to do that
is to get in quietly.

That means inside men.

You make the necessary contacts.

Bent coppers.

We could call her back in,
show her a range of images

and try and make it evidential.

- Sir.
- Sir.

Yeah. You were saying?

We've been following up on
a possible ID by PS Cafferty.

I'm glad you're getting
around to that.

Last time I looked,
I was still in charge here.

- Sir.
- Sir.

To be fair, sir,
the ID wasn't evidential.

Cafferty claims she was
recruited by a corrupt officer

with established links
to organised crime.

I was pursuing a lead,
covering all the possibilities.

Such as Cafferty's mistaken, or
she's bargaining for immunity.

- Jesus Christ!
- Sorry, sir.

That's why we held back.

Look, Dot's a stick
for everyone to beat us with.

They know he undermines
our credibility.

Yeah, well,
no more skulking around, OK?

There's no secrets in AC-12.

Sir.

[Exhales]

[Low chatter]

[Door opens]

- Sorry I'm late.
- You're all right.

I'm early.

Another?

Well, let's wait and see

if we've something
to celebrate first.

- Yes, sir?
- Two more of those, please.

We can secure your investment
with a deposit payment.

I've got all the paperwork.

What's the deposit?

This is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

Yeah, I know. How much?

- 100 grand.
- [Scoffs]

- [Chuckles]
- Ted. Wait, wait, wait.

There's a way around it.

Part of the deal is to recoup
your original losses.

We can set up a loan facility
against credit you'll receive

when those losses are paid back.

Look, you've told me
your situation.

You've sold the family home,
you're living in a hotel room,

your missus is in
a poky little flat.

This'll put all that in reverse.

We're both seasoned coppers,
we've risked our lives

then stood all the crap
they rain down.

Haven't we earned a payday?

What do I owe you?

That's £17.50, please, sir.

[Blows]

[Door opens]

- Any news?
- Yeah.

Things are falling into place.

I'm on to a bent copper
that can get us into Eastfield.

[Laptop bleeps]

OK.

It's me. It's John Clayton.

Can you hear me?

Yeah, definitely.

There's... drugs...
probably double figures.

Cash, bullion, jewellery,
another set of double figures.

Look, we're talking millions.

As far as the risk goes,
we can minimise that

by using your assets -
bent coppers.

Obviously, if you need anything
more from our end, well, then...

Great. Thanks.

Any new orders for me?

Who is it, Lise?

Who am I giving
all this info to?

H?

Truth is... I don't know, John.

For my own good,
I plan to keep it that way.

I've had enough of this game.

This is how he operates.
He's one of us.

Is he?

Or is he one of them?

It's the same thing...

...if you're bent enough.

This other copper you've got
on the Eastfield job,

he best be there on the night.

He's never gonna go for that.

He's got to be there,
in the same trench.

You know, for our security.

I'm not having
this bent bastard cross us.

OK.

Shit.

[Bleeping]

- All right, mate?
- All right.

It's a bit brass monkeys
tonight, in't it?

Right, no time for small talk.

There's a girl on the unit,
name's Lisa McQueen.

I've got her reaching out
to bent coppers.

She's also the one
that makes contact

with the higher levels
of the organisation.

- How?
- Laptop.

We talk via an audio link.
The replies come up as text.

Any username or IP address?

No, sorry, mate.

This is McQueen's burner number.

It's for surveillance only.

Don't make any kind of moves
without clearing it with me.

Got it.

Look, John...

...the stuff you've done,
we're after you.

Easiest would be for you to
come in and work with all of us.

No, no, no way. Look, the deal
we made, mate - it's for keeps.

Like, we go after the bent
bastards, no matter how high,

no matter what it takes.

We're in this together!

[Train rumbles past]

- Sarge?
- Yeah?

We've been provided
with the metadata

on the phone number you
gave me for Lisa McQueen.

The numbers the user's called
recently are of the same type -

unregistered,
pay-as-you-go devices.

- Burner phones.
- Some have gone out of service,

so they use them for only a few
days before disposing of them.

But while she remains
on this device,

we can identify her calls
and track her location.

Signal strength triangulation
was authorised by the Gaffer.

The user's current movements
place her

in the Moss Heath area.

- Good work.
- Sarge.

Liz, James.

Surveillance op, let's go.

Don't know how long I'll be.

[Camera clicking]

[Camera clicking]

This is a surveillance image
captured on the Borogrove Estate

that appears to show an OCG
nominal I encountered in 2012,

during our inquiry
into DCI Tony Gates.

Recognition software gives
a 99.5% probability

the image represents Miroslav
Minkowicz as he is today.

Minkowicz is a violent offender
considered extremely dangerous.

Surveillance of Lisa McQueen,
the female OCG nominal,

has identified two locations
of interest to our inquiry -

Pulton House
on the Borogrove Estate,

where McQueen
spent over an hour,

and Kingsgate Printing Services.

So what do we know about
this block on the Grove?

Six flats, all were a cash
purchase four months ago.

We're trying to trace
the owners.

But there's every chance
they're a front for the OCG.

Surveillance images.

Various visitors.

Recognition software
indicates a number of them

are on the sex
offenders' register.

We were particularly interested
in the period McQueen was there.

This image shows a figure
leaving via a back exit.

- Any recognition data?
- Unfortunately not, sir.

We've blown it up but we can't
visualise any features.

We're keeping the image on file

in case biometrics
match a suspect later.

Good.

There only two reasons
an OCG would use this house -

drugs and prostitution.

All the visitors were male
with the exception of McQueen.

No females seen entering
or exiting the property?

Correct.

Sir, DI Fleming's right.

But we still haven't
determined for certain

the nature of what occurs
at these premises.

McQueen's still carrying out
contacts,

possibly with
corrupt police officers.

If we go in, we risk missing out
on future leads.

Same applies to raiding the
print shop to arrest the UCO.

We might miss out
on apprehending

every member of the OCG.

Look, Steve, I know Minkowicz
is the guy that tortured you

and we all want him behind bars.

But Kate raised a vulnerability
issue here we cannot ignore.

There's a strong suggestion
women in that block are being

kept in modern-day slavery
to provide sexual services.

Our duty is to protect them.

So we will carry out that duty.

And we will raid the house
and raid the print shop.

- Sir.
- Sir.

HASTINGS: Good.

Now we're sucking diesel.

MIROSLAV: This is the lorry.

Payload three and a half tonne.

We can't take everything.
We've got to be selective.

What about the security guards?

These are our guys.

They've organised to be on
when the lorries arrive.

[Phone buzzing]

[Mutters] This bird's been
on my case for days.

Best just give her
what's she's gagging for, huh?

- That'd take all of us.
- [Laughter]

- Including her.
- [Laughter]

Hi, love.
Yeah, what are you wearing?

We're gonna hit Pulton House
and Kingsgate Printing Services.

You sound
a bit overdressed to me.

This was out of my hands, mate,
you've got to understand.

Do you think you could sort
your sex life out another time?

Yeah, all right. All right.

Look, I'm in work.
I've got to go.

I'll er... I'll bell you later.

All right. Ta-ra.

OK, so we're getting an
inventory of what's in there.

Cash in there from
the Nottingham bank job,

bullion from
the A5 security van hold-up

and jewels off the safe
deposit job in Wolverhampton...

[Dialogue fades]

- Armed police!
- Armed police!

Armed police!
Do not move!

- Armed police! Don't move!
- Don't move!

- Hands above your head!
- Armed police!

- Armed police! Don't move!
- Hands above your head!

- Keep still!
- Hands behind your back!

Face the wall!

On your knees! Now!
Keep your hands on your head!

All clear.

- Face the wall!
- 6-2. Entry secured.

3-7. Received.

Hands behind your back!

Shit.

Cuff him. Get them out.

You're OK, miss, all right?
No one's gonna hurt you.

Christ, these have all got locks
on the outside.

[Clamouring]

Armed Police. Whoever's in
there, stand clear of the door.

We're gonna break in.
No one's gonna hurt you.

Do it.

OFFICER: Clear!

Oh, Christ. How old is she?

[Sirens approaching]

It's all right. You're safe now.

It's OK.

Take care of her.

DS Arnott.
Superintendent Hastings.

Carry on.

The OCG had vacated the
premises, only the workers left.

How the hell did they know?

Any other notable findings
in the safe?

KATE: No. Not yet, sir.
- [Hastings tuts]

What are you playing at?
We had an agreement.

I know.

Hitting the print shop,
I couldn't let it happen.

Any idea how many potential
leads have gone up the spout?

The risks I take.

I know you do.
You're right to be pissed off.

You know?
You're Anti Corruption.

But you go on like
you haven't got a clue

about the damage
bent coppers cause.

Look, I'm the last one to defend
what they do to the livestock.

And if them girls are free,
then, good luck to them.

It all comes down to politics.

No one wants it coming out
that organised crime

depends on bent coppers,
and for all I know,

a bent copper's at the top of
the tree pulling the strings.

Powell lost her bottle.
Maybe you have too?

No. I'm in.

Whatever it takes, I'm in.

Who gave the order?

Hastings?

Look, there's a reason we had
to pull out of the print shop.

There's a big job
Thursday night.

What's the plan?
Who's involved?

After last time?
You get the bare bones.

There's a routine transport.

We've paid the driver off
and the security guards as well.

But they're just small fry,
there's gonna be a big fish -

a senior police officer
who's been pulling strings

to make sure we don't have
half the force descending on us.

Wait. What place
are you on about?

Eastfield Depot.

- You're kidding?
- No.

Look, I need
more info than that.

Look, you'll get the OCG
but most importantly,

you get to nick a high-ranking
corrupt police officer.

H?

Just make sure you're in place
with the surveillance

and the firepower
to take them on.

John! I need the name
of the corrupt officer.

Like I'd take the risk
of telling you?

People in high places
don't want this coming out.

Come on, mate.

I need more.

[Electronic music playing]

- All right?
- All right.

- How'd you know?
- Know what?

To clear out the print shop.

I didn't.

It's common sense,
when you're planning a big job.

You keep moving on.

I wish I had known.

Then I could've warned
about the brothel as well.

Just lucky, then?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's me, Lise.

I've always been a lucky lad.

[Bleeping]

Gill. I wasn't expecting you.

I had a meeting
with the PCC this morning.

Oh?

What can I say?

We're throwing a lot of
resources at the problem

but Corbett's still at large.

The PCC's anxious
for a breakthrough.

You know, don't worry.
We're close. We'll get our man.

I also had to talk Rohan down
after we found out

that Deputy Chief Constable Wise
had agreed to suppress

the Red Notice
against Maneet Bindra.

DCC Wise accepted the evidence

that Maneet Bindra
was acting undercover.

Andrea was only appointed
because she's a woman.

The DCC oversees
Anti Corruption -

being female,
she can't be a Mason.

Speaking of which, I understand
that you have finally promoted

a female Inspector - DI Fleming?

Kate? Yeah, yeah, great
wee girl, doing a bang-up job.

Mind you, that is exactly
what a sexist would do

to cover his tracks.

What?

I'm just pulling your leg.
[Chuckles]

Find Corbett, Ted.

Then all the other bullshit will
vanish like the bullshit it is.

[Door closes]

[Bleeping]

DETECTIVE: Mariana,
tell me about anyone

who came to the house
yesterday.

We're particularly interested
in a woman who visited.

[Translator translates question]

[Mariana replies
in her native language]

Normally they only bring men
into the house.

But there was a woman and
she spoke with one of the men.

DETECTIVE: Can you tell us more
about this man?

Boss, might have got something
out of the brothel.

Great.

Through the interpreter,
one of the girls said

she glimpsed a woman matching
McQueen's description

around the time
we know McQueen was there.

She - McQueen - was seen taking
one of the Johns into a bedroom.

She wasn't providing
sexual services?

The girl said the John appeared
surprised by McQueen,

maybe even intimidated, but
about what, she doesn't know.

Description?

Middle-aged. Average height
or just above, heavyish build.

Light hair.
She believes this could be him.

Any distinguishing features?

The girl doesn't know enough
English to identify a region

but she thinks he had a strong
accent, definitely not local.

OK.

Kate...

...we need to talk.

What's up, mate?

The CHIS who's been
giving me intel on the OCG.

It's Corbett.

[She sighs]

Look, I should have
told you earlier...

No, really?

I didn't know how it was gonna
play out. I was protecting you.

What? Because I'm a DI?
That's bullshit, Steve.

You'd have never have held out
on me when we were both DS's.

- It's the truth.
- Christ's sake, Steve!

Corbett insisted we met
on the DL. He's convinced

there's a high-level conspiracy
to suppress his investigation.

Who? Who at high level?

He reckoned DSU Powell

sabotaged his efforts
to gather intelligence

on senior police officers
colluding with organised crime.

He also expressed suspicions
about the Gaffer.

Right.

What's he got to back it up?

The raids on the print shop
and brothel.

There is no way in this day
and age the Gaffer would ignore

the vulnerability of the women
in that brothel.

- [She sighs]
- Yeah?

Yeah.

This is the reason
I had to tell you about Corbett.

Oh, Jesus.

Let's go.

- [Knocks]
- Yeah?

What's going on?

You look like kids who've been
caught robbing an orchard.

Sir, I've made contact
with DS John Corbett.

Dear God, how?

Corbett reached out
to Steve directly, sir.

Well, that's the ticket. Think
we can lure him to a meeting?

Steve's already had one, sir.

You have?

- Four.
- And who was with you?

No one.

For Christ's sake, you've just
broken every rule in the book!

It's not what you might think. A
couple of times he ambushed me.

The others wouldn't have
happened if I wasn't on my own.

For your own safety
and for proper authorisation!

I thought it best
not to jeopardise the contact,

to develop
a supply line of intelligence.

- Did you know about this?
- Yes, I did.

Sir,
I didn't tell Kate at first.

Soon as I did, she took
the decision to include you.

I should report you, DS Arnott,

if it wouldn't cause a bigger
stink than we have already!

Did you think of reporting
to your seniors?

Arresting John Corbett -
did that occur to you?

He claims he had to commit the
offences to maintain his cover.

Sir, Steve's built a rapport.

Corbett's the CHIS
he's been using.

He's enabled us to detect
Jane Cafferty's corruption,

apprehend Lee Banks, identify
Minkowicz and Lisa McQueen

and break up an element of
their sex-trafficking operation.

It does appear Corbett's still
on an undercover operation.

Appear?

And now he's relayed
intelligence

on a planned armed robbery
of the Eastfield Depot.

Eastfield? What's he got backing
him up there, a Panzer Division?

Communications with
the higher levels of the OCG

have been carried out
via a computer link.

Corbett disclosed
the robbery's been planned

with the collusion of
a corrupt senior police officer.

Any details on this officer?

No, sir, I've not been provided
with an ID.

Sir, this is a chance to crack
the highest-level link

between corrupt officers
and organised crime,

possibly even the top man.

Look...

if we are contemplating
collaborating with John Corbett,

and that's a big if...

...we cannot allow this
to blow up in our faces.

He will go to jail come what
may, I can promise you that.

I'm gonna have to
run this past the DCC.

But look...

...you're my best team.

If this is how
you want to call it...

...I will back you to the hilt.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Off you go.

- One thing.
- Yeah?

The raid on the print shop. Any
reason they knew to clear out?

No.

Christ's sake, Steve.

Alpha Charlie 8-2.
Sit rep, no obs.

Alpha Charlie 9-6.
Sit rep, no obs.

[Bleep]

Eastfield from Transport.
ETA five minutes.

- Copy that.
- John!

Where's your man? I thought you
said promises had been made!

- They have.
- I want that bent bastard

here with us,
taking the same risk.

How do we know
he's not gonna set us up?

- You wanna call it off?
- No way.

How's it gonna look
when we say we bottled it?

Right. Come on, let's go.

Let's go.
Let's get these cars going.

- Come on, let's move!
- [Engines start]

Let's go!

That's the planned transport.

Alpha Charlie 9-6.
Obs on LGV.

Bravo Echo 6-5 India.

One of these security guards
looks at us the wrong way,

no beating around the bush,
we're out of here.

- Eh? Yeah?
- Got it.

Alpha Charlie 8-2. Obs on
three SUVs entering main gate.

- Right. Game on.
STEVE: Corbett was right.

Security's definitely in on it.

Sharon, snap
those security guards.

KATE: 3-7. 8-2,
snap those security guards.

- [Camera shutter clicking]
- 8-2. Received.

[Camera shutter clicking]

[Bleeping]

Right, weapons.

I've got four times M4's.
Four times SA80's.

Right, everyone stay calm,

and no one gets hurt,
it's just for show.

Hands above your heads!

Don't even think about it,
dickhead!

Move! Hands behind your back.

KATE: They're going for
the CCTV.

CORBETT:
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- [Reverse warning beeps]
- Back it up!

Keep coming. Come on.

[Reverse warning beeps]

[Bleeping]

Sharon, get as much as you can.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Get the cars turned round!

Keep going! Come on!

We can't tell if there's
a corrupt officer in among them.

[Camera shutter clicking]

Good lad.
Good lad. Well done.

Come on!
Everybody keep moving!

Go! Keep moving!

KATE: We got a signal?
STEVE: Yeah.

All trackers active.

The bent copper's a no-show.

We've got a good haul.
I say we get the hell out.

John, let's not push our luck.

No. Let's keep going.

Keep loading! Keep loading!

Alpha Charlie 3-7. Sit rep.

HASTINGS:
Alpha Charlie 1-0. Receiving.

Sir, OCG have entered the depot.

Currently all going as planned.

Received. Standing by.

- [Sirens wailing]
- Ah, Shit!

[Sirens continue]

The bent bastard's crossed us!

What the hell's going on?

Turn your radios up.

Who's got the pool radio?

Come on!

Charlie Yankee 3-5.

Status Zero, Farmers Lane.

Status Zero, Farmers Lane.

Farmers Lane? That's only
a few minutes from here.

CONTROL:
Local units State 5, stand by.

Charlie Yankee 3-5.
Request sit rep.

Control, 3-5.

Suspect we've been targeted
for ambush. Status Zero!

Alpha Charlie 1-0. I'm picking
up a Status Zero call.

You've got a whole
firearms unit there.

Sir, this could be
a deliberate diversion.

That's as may be, Kate,
but regs are regs.

First duty -
preservation of life.

Divert the AFOs
to respond to the Status Zero.

3-7. Received.

All units, Status Zero.
Farmers Lane, Status Zero.

H hasn't showed.
We've got trackers on the goods.

Lima Oscar 3-6.
State 5 to Farmers Lane.

Shit. You go.
Be as quick as you can.

- Ma'am. Kyle. Let's go.
- Deploy with me.

Sierra Zulu 5-2.
State 5 to Farmers Lane.

Every copper and his dog's
on his way!

- We've got to clear out!
- We can't stay here!

No, come on.
Keep loading! Keep going!

[Shouting]

Get moving! Move!
Faster!

Come on, lads. Let's go!
Let's go!

Move! Move! Move!

Move! Faster!

DS Arnott, AC-12.
We've got firearms cover.

Secure the officers!

Fan out. Secure the area!

Control, Alpha Charlie 4-5.
Status Six Farmers Lane,

- Stand by for sit rep.
- Received, 4-5, standing by.

What happened?

We skidded off the road, sarge.

- They must've put oil down.
- "They"?

We saw OCG in the trees -
guns and balaclavas.

Move! Everyone take cover!

Alpha Charlie 4-5.

Armed OCG reported
Farmers Lane!

Received, 4-5.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Alpha Charlie 8-2. Obs on
vehicle approaching gatehouse.

Take a reg.

This could be him.

Hey, John.

Repeat, Bravo Tango 1-7...

Hold your fire!

Here he is.

It's a friendly. It's a job car.

[Camera shutter clicking]

Shit!

[Camera shutter clicking]

You took your time.

Alpha Charlie 9-6.
Obs on male subject

wearing dark clothing
and balaclava.

KATE: What the hell's he doing?

[Camera shutter clicking]

Alpha Charlie 9-6.
Male subject engaged with OCG.

Appears to have
passed them something.

Could be an electronic device.

Christ's sake, he's telling them
about our trackers!

3-7 to 4-5. State 12 on 3.

4-5. Receiving. State 12.

We have obs
on high-ranking nominal

having joined the OCG operation.

I need the AFOs State 6 asap.

Ma'am, we're in lockdown here.
Possible firearms threat.

I'm sorry, mate,
I'm pulling rank.

I'm making the decision as TFC.

Deploy me one vehicle
and three AFOs asap.

Received. We're moving out.

One vehicle,
three AFOs with me.

- Kyle, stay here with them.
- Got it.

You can't leave us here, sarge!

Sorry, mate.

Paul, Adam, Andy,
deploy with DS Arnott.

McQUEEN: Right, that's
all the trackers. Let's go!

What if this bent bastard
still does the dirty on us?

Come on, Steve.

Come on.

[Muffled chatter]

MIROSLAV: What you waiting for?
- John!

Argh!

Shit!

- What the hell, John?
- He crossed us!

- Come on! Let's go!
- [Engines start]

Control, Alpha Charlie 3-7.
Status Zero at Eastfield Depot.

Urgent ambulance required.

Serious casualty.
Gunshot wounds.

- Received, 3-7.
- Shit.

[Tyres screeching]

[Siren wailing]

Shit!

There's a disused service road
round the back!

3-7, 4-5. Status Six.

Nominal's down.
We're moving in.

On Zero, 3-7, active message.

Alpha Charlie 1-0, do you copy?

Sir, do you copy?

Follow us.
Keep following us.

I told you that bent bastard
grassed us up -

to cover his own arse!

I know a rat when I see one.

[Siren wailing]

Keep on him.

Keep on him!

[Siren blaring]

[Siren off]

1-0, are you receiving?
[Repeats over radio]

Christ!

Shit.

[He struggles to breathe]

Shit.

HASTINGS: 1-0.
What's your sit rep?

Hold on,
there's an ambulance coming.

DCS Hargreaves, sir.
Can you hear me?

Kate, what's going on?

1-0, 3-7. One in custody,
severe gunshot wounds...

He's bleeding out.

- Keep going straight!
- OK.

- [Siren wailing]
- Go on! Go on!

Go on!

[Siren wailing]

Shit!

[Tyres screech]

[Vapour hissing]

Gunshot wounds to the lower
limbs, severe haemorrhaging.

Tourniquets are only giving
partial control.

Looks like
major arterial bleeds.

Patient has a weak pulse
with tachycardia.

Needs 100% oxygen...

KATE: Sir.
HASTINGS: All right.

STEVE: Sir.
- This is a right mess.

What did they get?

We're estimating
they took Seized Goods

worth in the region
of 50 million quid.

That's before the evidential
losses to on-going inquiries.

- Mother of God.
- We had trackers concealed

in every single consignment
of value.

Hargreaves tipped them off.

STEVE: They detected
and disposed of them all.

We don't know how he knew.

Right.

- Who's in charge here?
- Serious Crime.

DCI Patel over there
with DS Railston.

All right.

We've got AFOs out searching

but as yet
there's no sign of them.

Thanks.

Everyone's talking about
DCS Hargreaves going missing.

- What's the story?
HASTINGS: Kate!

Steve?

You know I can't say a word,
Sam.

Look, its probably
not the place but...

Yeah, look... I'm sorry.

- I meant to call.
- [Camera shutter clicking]

If you were investigating
Hargreaves, I'm guessing

you didn't want
to complicate things.

Yeah.

Sorry, Steve.

I'm telling you this Corbett's
playing us for a bunch of mugs.

But that's OK. Cos we can play
that game as well.

PC Bloom, in the early hours
of this morning, March 7th,

your police patrol vehicle
left the road

and crashed into a ditch
alongside Farmers Lane.

- Correct, sarge.
- In a remark made to me,

you suggested
oil had been put on the road.

That's right.

You also claimed to have
observed suspects

wearing balaclavas,
equipped with firearms,

as a result of which
you made a Status Zero call.

Yes.

A search of the area
found no suspects.

They must have fled
when the cavalry arrived.

OK, makes sense.

And we didfind oil on the road.

Document 14 in your folder,
forensic chemical report.

Great. So everything
checks out, then.

Please refer to Document 15
in your folder.

This is a forensic report
on chemical samples

taken from PC Bloom's hands.

You'll see from Document 15

that minute traces of oil were
detected on PC Bloom's hands.

Document 16.

Chemical comparison
of the oil detected on the road

and the oil
detected on PC Bloom.

Spectrographic analysis
gives a 99.5% probability

that the oil
detected on the road

and the oil detected
on PC Bloom's hands

came from the same
original source.

You crashed the patrol car,

then put oil on the road
to make it look like an ambush.

PC Bloom,
I've been in consultation

with the Crown Prosecutor
regarding a charge

of Conspiracy to Commit
Armed Robbery.

Your best option right now is
to tell us who put you up to it.

[Whispers] I'm afraid
you don't have any choice.

DCS Hargreaves.

What was the purpose
of the fake Status Zero call?

Hargreaves said
that he had to be in the area

at a certain time.

The Status Zero call
gave him an excuse.

Mariana, our forensic
investigators carried out

a search of the house
you were being kept in

and they detected
a small freezer in the back.

Inside the freezer,
they found used condoms.

Can you tell me
why that might be?

[Translates
into Mariana's language]

[She speaks her native language]

Some of the men
they made me have sex with,

they told us
always keep the condoms.

Did this order apply to the man

you told me you saw with Lisa
McQueen on 4th March?

[Translator asks question]

TRANSLATOR: Yes.

DS Arnott, AC-12.

I need a custody cell
for a police constable

at a station he isn't known at.

Decker Avenue.

Great. Thanks.

You call me back
when you've got confirmation?

Yeah, thanks.

I heard. Nice one.

Any explanation on
where the leak came from

- about the trackers?
- No.

Looks like Hargreaves
made an educated guess.

How's yours gone?

The trafficked girl alleges
they were ordered

to harvest DNA
with certain clients -

used condoms
kept in cold storage.

Same blackmail MO
they've used before -

capturing DNA
to plant at a crime scene.

Mm. Possibly Hargreaves
was being blackmailed

into conspiring in the robbery,
and he was forced to be there

as security against
double-crossing the OCG.

Hence the Status Zero call.

A cover story
in case he was spotted

and had to explain
why he was near the robbery.

The only problem
with the Status Zero call,

meant we couldn't
apprehend the OCG.

The Gaffer had no choice.

Preservation of life.

Yeah, he had no choice.

Sir, we've reached threshold
on Hargreaves.

We need the trafficked girl
to ID him

as soon as he's well enough.

Sir?

The hospital just called.

Detective Chief Superintendent
Hargreaves

was pronounced dead
a short while ago.

[Phone ringing in background]

[Low chatter]

Hi, Gill.

I was worried
I was being stood up.

Yeah. No, I'm sorry about that.

Sorry.

I found a way to pass the time.

- [He chuckles]
- Join me?

Yeah, erm... Oh, thanks.

Can I have a whisky, please?
One piece of ice.

Yes, of course, sir.

Yeah.

How would you characterise
AC-12's endeavours

to apprehend
a dangerously unpredictable UCO?

I would say
that we've been unlucky.

Yeah.

And we're failing.

Well, not everyone agrees.

No?

Some say
it's just you that's failing.

I'm not one of them, obviously.

Right.

Ted, I'm on your side.

I don't want this
to end badly for you.

I don't want the fiasco
of Operation Pear Tree,

which was not of your making,

add a disastrous coda to an
otherwise distinguished career.

What are you saying?

You've always put your team,
your department,

your principles, first.

Maybe the time's come
to look after number one.

How come I've got
the sneaking suspicion

that we're talking about
early retirement here?

You're flattering yourself,
using the adjective "early".

[She laughs]

Thank you.

I'm glad you said yes to this.

But also a teeny bit surprised.

Yeah, well...

It's like you said,
we're both on the same side.

I meant your erm...

personal situation.

Yeah, well...

that's personal, isn't it?

So nothing's changed?

Honestly?

[She chuckles]

Hence you said yes to tonight.

Yeah, well, it's only dinner.

Yeah.

It's only dinner.

[Car bleeps]

You screwed me over!
I trusted you!

You were meant to be there
to nick the bent bastard!

Is that why you murdered him?

- What? He's dead?
- What do you expect

when you unload
an automatic rifle at someone?

No, I... I aimed low,

to wound...
so he wouldn't get away...

so you'd have him
for questioning.

Where were you
when I needed you?

The Status Zero
gave us no choice.

First duty - preserve life.

What kind of mug wouldn't
realise that was a diversion?

Eh? Hastings?

Look, Steve, don't you get it?

He pulled you out so we could
get away with the gear.

He's the one
calling all the shots. He's H!

I've had it with your bullshit!

John Corbett, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Lester Har...

I... I didn't mean
to kill Hargreaves...

...but now I have,
I've crossed the line.

John, you crossed the line
a long while back.

Police! Get back!

No, that was always
to keep my cover...

...and it was always someone
else who pulled the trigger.

It wasn't me.

It was their choice.

But this time it wasme.

It was my choice.

I'm on my own.

And there's no way back.

I couldn't give myself up
even if I wanted to.

No, I'll get this job done
my way.

My rules.

We had a deal
and you sold me out.

I trusted you.

This is on you.

It's all on you.

What is?

John, wait.

What is?

John!

HASTINGS: There we go.

Erm... [Clears throat]

So it's only...
It's only temporary, obviously.

Temporary, you know.
[Clears throat]

I'm just gonna
use your bathroom.

- [Chain rattles]
- Hello?

MAN: Mrs Hastings?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry to bother you at such
a late hour, Mrs Hastings.

I'm Detective Sergeant
Steve Arnott, AC-12.

Have we...
Have we met before?

I... I think once.

It was a fair while ago.
Sorry...

How can I help you, Sergeant?

It's a...
It's a sensitive matter.

Would it be possible
to talk inside?

Mm, maybe I should phone
my husband first?

Of course, ma'am.
Yeah. I'll wait.

OK.