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]
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.
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.