Sorry to be a party poop, but
Countryman will keep me here longer.
D and C want a profile of the efficiency of this department.
Jim, let's call it snooping, eh?
'These are cases dating back to 1980.'
'All your grubby little secrets'
and malpractices waiting to be uncovered.
I'm going to unearth you, Hunt.
Stars? Why stars?
Join you? Is that what you're saying?
Well.
I hear Alex has been talking to Manchester. That's interesting.
I am not drunk.
But you have been drinking.
It's nearly dinner, of course I've had a drink.
Isn't that more reason to watch your speed? It's a drugs tip-off.
If I'm to lose my life, I'd like it to be for something more worthwhile.
Swing a right here, guv.
'Target down Tabernacle Street. Over. '
- There he is, there's the van. - I'm not bloody blind, Christopher, I CAN see it.
'What's going on, guv? Ma'am?'
Shaz, we've got a runner heading south down Tabernacle Street.
- Guv, she's got a gun. - What the hell's he doing?
What's the guv playing at?
Ray, check the van.
Chris. Ta.
Tip-off was right, guv. It's heroin.
You deliberately let her go.
A suspect. I saw you. What's going on?
You'll have to trust me on this one.
Sorry, guv, "trust me" isn't going to wash this time.
OK, you got me, Bols. It's a massive bleeding
conspiracy between me, Linda Lovelace and Shergar(!)
And you just rumbled us. So well done, you. Have a Smartie.
I am not going to be fobbed off.
What's the point anyway? It's not like I'm DCI of this district,
like anyone tells me about operations in my
- own back garden, is it? - I don't understand.
She's D16.
- Undercover? - Yeah, she's one of us. A copper.
Somebody is running a sting on my own patch,
and they don't even have the decency to tell me about it.
Look, you're annoyed.
Yes, I am annoyed, I'm very bloody annoyed!
Somebody's going to get my boot up their arse.
'My name is Alex Drake. I was shot, and found myself in 1983.
'Is it real, or in my mind?
'Either way, I have to solve the mystery of
what all this means, and fight to get home.
'Because time is running out.
Bollocks!
"Confidential. Cannot disclose details of said officer. "
Give enough red tape, and they'll try and hang you with it.
It's fair enough. Got to maintain the credibility of her cover.
My kingdom, Bolly.
A copper from another station wouldn't sneeze here without my permission.
But apparently some undercover dolly can do as she pleases.
The undercover dolly in question is Louise Gardiner.
Good morning.
She's with your neighbours, the Hanfield station, DCI Wilson.
He posted her undercover to one of the Stafford family fronts six months ago,
using the nom de plume of Sarah Huddersfield.
Impressive, aren't I? So. What else do you need to know?
When are you going to bugger off and let
the real police get on with some real work?
Rome wasn't built in a day, Gene, and an audit was never finished overnight.
Still, all the more reason why I can be of help.
Chris, if you could just pop those photos up there on the board for me.
Thanks, always helps to have a visual aid.
And while you're there, love, tea and two sugars, ta.
Who are the Staffords?
- Notorious crime family. - Bunch of bastards.
The father, Terry, was a bit of a name back in his day.
On first name terms with some of London's finest.
But don't let the image fool you, not many shits nastier than him.
Nearly went done for murder but weaseled out of it.
Unsolved crime list as long as you like.
That's Daniel, the son.
- Served three years for attempted murder. - Business deal gone wrong.
Slashed his rival across both cheeks, then gave
him a gentle shove out a window, 15 stories high.
Bounced higher than Dolly Parton's funbags.
Daniel was released from prison in January.
Far as I can remember, he's currently straight,
running a mannequin supply firm.
Good girl, Shaz. Take note, you lot. She'll soon be giving us the orders.
- Not soon enough, guv. - So, the undercover officer...
Louise... was assigned to the Staffords,
and was part of the attempted heroin heist?
Who did the van belong to?
Warren Johnstone. Small time dealer.
He's a Man City fan. We've sent uniform up to pick him up.
Do we think the Staffords are involved in the drugs business?
Well, we know who has the answers, don't we?
Maybe you should run with this? Think of it as an opportunity.
See how you do working with another station.
A modern police force needs to learn how to
work as one entity, as well as separate cells.
Good, right. In case you're wondering,
that's twatspeak for giving us the OK to speak to DCI Wilson.
Where do you get off running undercover operations on my patch?
The Staffords' influence stretches into our district as well.
- Your district? - For 15 years, Terry Stafford made my life a misery.
As a copper, as a DC, as a DCI.
- Robbery, extortion, kidnapping. - Now it looks like they're involved in drugs.
Did your undercover officer tell you about that?
No. But it's been a few weeks since her last
debrief and info drop. Why did you put her in there?
Because I got to hear whispers from the prison floor.
When little Danny Stafford gets out, he's going to raise hell.
Bring the family back up to where it belongs.
A name to be feared.
Whispers aren't enough.
I needed someone on the inside.
Wasn't going to let the Staffords make a fool out of me again.
So you put a woman in there to do your dirty work,
while you sit on your fat arse, twiddling your thumbs?
1979. Looking into the Westminster Bank robbery.
Some bugger hits me full force with an Austin Allegro.
Never saw 'em, but I knew. Terry Stafford.
Let's see what Terry does when he's got me
breathing down his neck. I'll take over from here.
With the greatest of respect, I can't allow that.
With the greatest of respect, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.
I'd try and dissuade you,
but I'd just be wasting my breath, wouldn't I?
Keep an eye on that Terry. Daniel's a shit, but he's just the monkey.
Terry's the one grinding the organ.
If you do catch the bugger, tell him DCI Wilson says hello.
Nice tits, by the way.
- Did he just say...? - The man's a cripple, Bolly. Have a heart.
It's not fair Hanfield gets someone so tidy.
- We could do with a bird like that to brighten this place up. - Oi!
I mean a proper bird. You're like a bloke with tits.
- I am not! - I just mean I don't fancy you.
It's a good thing.
Bloody hell.
I heard she had a gun. But you still ran after her?
Well, the guv led the charge, but yeah.
- It's OK. She was one of us. - Yeah, but what if she hadn't been?
It's a bit risky, that, in the line of fire.
You almost sound like you care.
Course I do, Chris.
I meant as a mate.
♪ Golden brown
♪ Texture like sun
♪ Lays me down
♪ With my mind she runs
♪ Throughout the night
♪ No need to fight... ♪
If you want to know what's happening on the streets,
Bols, you have to get your boots a bit dirty.
Afternoon, Shorty. How's life in the fast lane?
Shorty here has a bit of a problem.
He likes the brown stuff. Can't stop sticking it in his veins.
- What's going on out there? Any new players on the street? - Oh, yeah.
That's why I'm sitting in an alley, shivering, puking!
Is there a drought?
- Ain't talking without no cash in hand. - Yes, you will.
Because if you don't, I will do to you what I did to you last time.
- Do you want to tell the lady what that was? - He shoved my head down the toilet.
You don't want to see his bathroom. Mr Muscle would have a heart attack.
DI Drake asked you a question. Is there a drought out there?
Most dealers have either shut up shop or buggered off.
- When did the dealers start backing off? - Couple of months ago.
All me normal blokes gone. It's not right. It's not fair.
I'm welling up here! If you hear of anything, you call me, understood?
You belong here.
You look like you're visiting, but you're not, are you? You're staying.
What did you say?
Bolly!
Droughts don't just happen without a reason.
If the dealers are giving up, there must be something in it.
It would help if we could actually speak with Wilson's undercover cop.
What's this?
There you go. That's her, with young Daniel and Terry.
- All looks very cosy. - They definitely look very comfortable with her.
They're blokes. When a girl like that wiggles up to you,
you'll tell her anything to get her knickers off.
- Guv, uniform picked up Johnstone. - Right, where is the filthy little pusher?
He's having a little lie down.
- Overdose. - Bollocks. - Guv?
He was a dealer, not a dipper.
He wouldn't try his own supply, let alone somebody else's.
- Might have been tempted, guv. - There's a distinct lack of track marks.
So this was beginner's luck then, eh?
And the bruising left where the needle went in was very severe.
- Somebody forced the needle into him? - Possibly, yes.
Quite clever. Well, if I wanted to wipe out a bunch of dealers,
I'd grab' em, shoot 'em up, and overdose 'em. Then they're just another statistic.
We wouldn't have noticed the death if the guv hadn't wanted to talk to him.
Which makes you wonder, doesn't it, how many times
this has happened before. Because this is murder.
Thank you, Quincy.
May 28th, Steve Rankin, dealer, dead from an overdose.
June 3rd, Tiny Tim Burns, Dealer, dead from an overdose.
June 12th, Bobby Cashton, dealer...
Dead from an overdose. Yeah, we get the picture, Bolly.
So, someone's been bumping them off.
It doesn't justify contacting an undercover officer, guv.
- No law against visiting. What do they sell anyway? - Mannequins, guv.
Taking the piss. Can't be bothered with a decent front.
Give me the days of "shipping companies" and warehouses full of boxes.
Right. You've seen where she's placed. Start the car. Move on.
Eh up.
There she is, Miss Undercover 1983.
- Leave this one to me, guv. - No. Nobody is going anywhere.
The first rule of undercover. You do not
approach them, especially at their placement.
No clothes, no hair, boobs like crash helmets. It's no life for them, is it?
I told you, we're putting her in jeopardy just...
Hi. Customs and Excise.
Just thought we'd have a chat.
I didn't realise we had a visit scheduled for today.
- Or at all. - Well, we just need to know if there's
anything our department should be aware of?
- I can't talk here. - It's just that you haven't phoned home for a while.
Thought it might be nice to catch up. Find out what's been going on.
Westburn Estate. Five o'clock. I'll be there. Now, please.
Thank you for dropping by. I'm sure you'll find
- everything here meets current regulations. - Hunt!
- Gene bloody Hunt. - Terry bloody Stafford.
- Great. - Thought you bastards had forgotten all about me.
Routine enquiries, Terence.
Nothing you ever did was routine, Gene.
I'm touched you'd stop by, though.
When you retire, you start to wonder what it was all about.
Wife buggered off years ago, kid doesn't listen to a word you say.
You start to wonder if it was all worth it.
And then Mr Hunt here pops up just to remind you that your name lives on.
That's very heart-warming.
Even if it isn't true.
I never lie to beautiful women.
What are you doing here if you're retired?
Oh this? Little Daniel's business.
I just stop by on my daily walk.
Nice to get out of the flat, see a pretty face.
You should know all about that, Gene. Of course you do.
I saw you, chatting away to her.
The old Hunt charm.
Enjoy your "walk".
Soon you'll just be allowed an hour round the yard, then back to your cell.
- Highlight of the day, unless you drop the soap in the shower. - Oh, dear.
Almost sounds like you've got a problem with me.
Oh, by the way.
A certain DCI Wilson sends his regards.
He said you ran over him in an Austin Allegro.
Shouldn't believe half what you see, and none of what you hear, Mr Hunt.
Tell him I said hello back.
- She won't make it with Terry sniffing around. - He's quite a character, isn't he?
He certainly knows how to wind you up.
That murder charge that he squirmed his way out of.
He got involved in an argument with a taxi driver over the fare.
The driver didn't show Terry the necessary "respect".
12 hours later, the poor bastard's body was found in a lay-by.
It didn't go to court?
No, it got thrown out.
Inadmissible evidence.
Our Terence walks away laughing.
Ray? Any sign of life from the mannequin store?
Shut up for the day, guv. No sign of the bird.
We could be here till the sun goes down and the shirt-lifters come out.
I am telling you she ain't going to show.
First thing tomorrow we go back there.
And put her at risk even more? Think about it, guv.
Thinking's overrated.
We need answers, Bols, and little Louise has got 'em.
What gave you the right to contact
- an undercover officer? - It was deemed... It's OK.
We don't have to answer pencil-neck's questions.
Oh, believe me, you do.
Maybe I was wrong to give you the leeway.
Hoped to see you rise to the occasion.
Knew it. Out of the closet, he's all over me.
- What's happened? - She says she'll only speak to you two. God knows why.
Was it our fault? Did it happen because we showed up?
They were bound to work it out sooner or later.
- You're avoiding the question. - Was it Terry?
No, it was Daniel, his son.
Maybe he heard about you coming to see me,
put two and two together. Maybe he suspected for a while. Either way...
he wanted a little chat about it.
What did you tell him?
I didn't blow my cover.
At least he apologised. Like it was just one of those things.
I couldn't, um...
I couldn't stay there after that.
How bad does it look?
It's all right. A couple of days, it'll be fine.
Louise, I know that this is very hard,
but we have to know what the Staffords are planning.
Are they getting involved in the heroin trade?
Big time.
Ripping off other dealers.
Closing down the market.
Bumping folk off, like Warren Johnstone.
He's a dealer.
Showed up with a nasty case of the blue balls.
Overdosed. Him and four others, over the space of a month.
Don't know anything about that. It would make sense,
if Daniel was looking to close down the networks.
I'll have a look over the picture profiles, just in case.
Louise, I know just how difficult it is to
come straight from one world into another.
Right, so you've talked about Daniel.
But what about a big bastard?
What about Terry Stafford?
- He's yesterday's man. - Don't write him off.
Daniel's the driving force.
Terry... just seems a bit scared of him.
He's quite sweet actually.
Tells a good story, doesn't stare at my arse when I walk past him.
DCI Wilson seems to think he's still active.
Well, with all due respect, DCI Wilson doesn't know what he's talking about.
He isn't the one that had to gain Daniel's trust.
Probably saw me as a waste of resources.
- I'm sure that wasn't the case. - He wanted a quick
and easy collar and I couldn't give it to him.
And when Daniel wanted me on his team, I didn't bottle it.
And if he'd bothered, he'd know that I have information worth having.
Daniel Stafford is looking to set up his own supply networks.
- Where does he keep his stock? - I don't know,
it was hard getting in on the van heist.
But I know this much. First thing tomorrow morning,
he's making a trial run,
sounding out potential dealers down to White City.
If he's got half a brain on him, he'll have a sample bag.
Good, right.
Looks like young Danny boy's going down faster than a five-pound prossie.
Not right, that. Scum.
Attacking a woman. Just wrong.
Undercover isn't exactly what I thought it would be.
Well, you've got balls though.
Not balls.
Um. Y'know?
The female version.
Like our Shaz. Not so long ago, she goes all out after this nutter.
Sticks herself out on the line. That's women for you. Scary.
Wasn't my choice to be in there alone. I thought I'd have more back-up.
Yeah.
When Shaz was out there, I felt I should've been by her side.
I wish you'd be running the op then, not Wilson.
Might have been easier on me.
I'll get you that cuppa.
So what happens now?
We'll need to keep you here, for protection.
I know it's not easy being somebody you're not.
I'm sure you want to get back to somewhere familiar.
It's just the pressure. I can't...
I can't keep playing this stupid game.
You want to run, don't you?
You want to leave.
Yes.
I don't blame you.
But the end of the road is in sight.
And I'm asking you, as a favour to me, don't stop now. Keep going.
See this through to the end. Otherwise...
Otherwise it's all been for nothing.
And I think you're worth much more than that.
Thank you, sir.
Tomorrow morning, bright and early,
you two are going to cast a beady eye over Daniel Stafford's house.
If he moves, you tell me.
What?
Just the guv asked me to come in early and look at some case files.
Who asked you to do that?
Keats. Jim Keats.
You see, because just for a second there, I thought you referred to him
as "the guv". But that's impossible, isn't it?
Yeah, I'm sorry. I meant...
Tomorrow morning. Bright and early.
Surveillance on Daniel Stafford.
Because Jim Keats isn't running this operation. I am. Don't forget it.
Yes, guv.
Twat.
Shaz.
Um, you know the other day when you talked to me about seeing stars.
- What exactly did you mean? - Why?
- I'm just interested. - Oh.
Did the guv ask you to do this?
- To do what? - Ask me questions.
Psychological stuff. See if I'm fit for a promotion.
- No. It's just me. I'm. just interested. - Right.
I don't really remember.
It's not a big deal.
- You won't say anything will you, ma'am? - No.
It's tough enough being a woman in here without them thinking I'm, you know.
Like me.
Everything has a pattern and a pattern to everything.
Find the connections.
Find a way out of this.
Half five in the morning. It's not right.
No-one should be around at half five in the morning. It's unnatural.
Hey, you should go easy on that Hai Karate, mate.
It's just a dab and a dash.
Wasting your time with that Louise bird.
I've seen the way she looks at me.
It's in the bag.
You've not even spoken to her.
Animal attraction.
Call of the wild.
What?
Nah, it's nothing.
Stupid, but... I thought I had a bit of a connection to her when I spoke to her.
Tell you what, mate, I wouldn't stand in your way.
- I wouldn't bother with one of those undercover plod anyway. - Why not?
All that pretending to be someone else?
Head cases, the lot of them.
Well, I just thought she was quite nice. That's all.
- You're up early? - Tragic side effects of an
empty social life and workaholic tendencies.
- Yourself? - Thanks to a tip-off from Louise, we're planning on
picking up Danny Stafford over in White City.
- Well out of your jurisdiction. - Mmm. Try telling that to the guv.
He's driven, I'll give him that.
I sometimes wake up in the middle of night, worried I've misjudged him.
That I'm in the wrong, not him.
Don't let him know that. You'll never hear the end of it.
Did you get those files from the storage room in the hallway?
No, Chris dragged these out the basement for me.
But you got some from there?
I haven't even started on this floor yet. Why?
Just something I was looking for has disappeared.
Eh-up, he's on the move already.
He's got a motor.
Guv, he's on the move and we're right on him.
You seem a little strung out.
Do I? I, er...
I haven't been sleeping very well, actually.
You know, this might sound a bit strange to you, but...
What?
I think I'm being haunted.
- Metaphorically or...? - No, literally.
Odd is probably underselling it a bit then.
Can't believe in that sort of thing.
No, nor do I. Not in the real world, I don't.
Who is haunting you? Old lady, a creepy child, King Edward II?
Sorry.
It's a policeman, actually.
Interesting.
Maybe it's a projection of my own subconscious. Maybe it's...
my fears.
Suspicions.
It's a little early in the morning to be doing this, isn't it?
Yeah.
Just had word from Ray.
Danny Stafford's on the move?
If Louise is right, we can catch him red-handed.
Sorry to interrupt your little coffee morning,
James, but some of us have real work to do.
It's the early bird that bags the bastard.
What the hell do you want?
Oh. Thank Christ, you're police.
- I thought I was in trouble. - Bit early for a drive, Daniel.
- Where you off to, church? - See my girlfriend.
- Spot of morning glory. - At 6am? Do I have "gullible" written on my forehead?
Here we go again.
I know you're lying because your lips move. Just like your old man.
Guv.
You'll want to see this.
A little pressie for the "girlfriend"?
Found this, guv. Smells like engine oil.
This stinks. I did not put that heroin in my car.
Course you didn't. Happens all the time.
Pop out and leave a couple of kilos in the glove compartment.
♪ What ever happened to the heroes?
♪ No more heroes any more
♪ No more heroes any more... ♪
Umph!
Would somebody like to give me a hand dragging this bastard back over?
Is there a garden in there?
Yes. Why?
'Vandals broke into the Blue Peter garden and caused rather a lot of damage.
'And one really cruel thing they did was to pour fuel oil into the fish pond.
'We've drained the pond, rescued some of the fish,
'but a few died and the oil itself has caused a lot of damage. '
'And if that wasn't enough, they then smashed our
sundial and then callously threw it into the pond. '
'We hope to repair the damage, but it's sad to think
'people take such pleasure from harming... '
It's only a bloody garden. Turn it off.
Such a shame. Those poor little fish.
- Off. - '.. Some good news. Just have a look at our appeal totaliser. '
'Yes, well done,
'as you can see, we've reached the 40,000 mark... '
Anything else we need to know about Daniel before we rattle his cage?
- Watch what he says. He's slippery. - Course he is.
He's a Stafford. Like father, like son.
Don't worry. We won't compromise your cover.
We won't tell him it was you who tipped us off.
Hopefully, we can find out where he's keeping his heroin supplies
before they hit the streets.
And then... can I go home?
Sorry, I still think this is the safest place for you to be.
I feel like I'm being punished.
- You're not. - I went in there, terrified that I'd be uncovered.
And when I was, I didn't back down.
- I understand. - No. You don't.
It was like I was pushed in there and abandoned.
And now I'm out, I want to leave it all behind me.
- Soon. I promise. - You promise?
Sorry.
Um. I didn't mean to, um...
Can I at least
call my mum?
Yeah, use my office.
Louise, please don't reveal any details about your whereabouts, will you?
Considering the lack of support she's had,
I think Louise has done a really good job.
She brought us Daniel Stafford.
Guv, I think at the end of this case we should bring her onto the team.
- No. - Well, at least consider it.
- She's a decent cop, but a liability. - Considering what she's been through...
I'm not a baby sitter, Bols.
I know. I don't want to send her back to Hanfield.
DCI Wilson, I don't think's handled her very well.
I want to give her a chance, somebody like you...
- Do I look like a slice of toast? - No.
Then stop buttering me up like some demented housewife.
By the time we leave this room, I want Stafford bagged and tagged.
Five dealers dead in two months.
A van load of heroin you tried to steal. A network of dealers you tried to set up.
Not to mention the party pack in the glove compartment.
What exactly are you charging me with here?
At the moment, you are helping us with our enquiries.
It's a quaint way of putting it.
OK. So you've got me on possession.
The rest is speculation otherwise you'd be kicking doors in.
Well, I don't want to get my shoes scuffed.
Be easier if you just tell us.
You do realise you're being used, don't you?
I know who tipped you off.
Incredible. He's playing you.
- It's almost beautiful. - Who?
- Who is playing us? - My dad,
Terry, obviously.
He planted the heroin. He must've given you the tip-off.
Your generation always blames it on Mummy and Daddy.
Why would your own father want to set you up?
We've never seen eye-to-eye.
But he always had the authority.
But then I come out of prison, I see him for what he really is.
An old man, past it, a fossil.
He knows that every time he looks at me... his time is up. I'm the future.
You've a high opinion of yourself.
People react when they feel threatened.
How would you feel if someone younger came in?
Smarter, better looking than you?
They'd melt in my shadow, son.
Yeah, sure, course they would.
Meanwhile, they'd be nipping round the back and
giving your bird a good seeing to, proper satisfaction.
- I apologise for my DCI's behaviour. - Don't.
That's all right. I deserved that one.
Edward Hampton.
- Remember him? - Of course I do.
He was the taxi driver that Terry bumped off.
What if I told you that I witnessed it?
That I'm willing to sign a full statement.
Anything you want to bang up my old man, charge of murder.
That one's been hanging round you lot for a while.
- You want to make a deal with us? - I tried prison.
Didn't like it much. Not planning on going back.
So yeah, love. I want to make a deal.
Me for him.
You'd be a hero, right?
The man who finally brought Terry Stafford to his knees.
And I'm the fella that can help you.
Right, Skip, would you kindly escort Mr Daniel
- Stafford back to his luxury suite. - Right you are, guv.
You think about it, Hunt.
Deal's only good for so long.
Interview room through here, quite cosy, really. Thank you.
What, you? Here?
No, no, no. No way. Nobody does that to me. Nobody sells me out!
Get him out of here! Nobody sells me out.
Out! I'll miss you, baby. But it won't be long.
I promise you that. Come on.
Nobody sells me out!
- We need to get her out of here. - Sorry, I was giving her a tour.
Too late to worry now. Daniel's got connections.
The longer she stays here, the more danger she'll be in.
We need to find somewhere safe.
That place that serves cheap plonk?
Fancy another?
OK.
He's well in over there.
- Shut up, Ray. - You can't tell me to shut up. I'm your superior.
Only in rank. And only for the moment. So shut up.
Don't worry. Guv won't let anything happen to you.
I won't.
Police are big on that "we'll look after you" thing.
Can't have been easy for you out there.
Only way to survive really is just to...
.. become who you're meant to be.
Think like them.
Like what they'd like.
Be how they'd be until...
until you don't where you start and they end.
A bit like Batman and Bruce Wayne.
I mean, is he a bloke in a cape pretending to be a millionaire playboy?
Or is it the other way round?
Guv, even if you do go back on this deal with Daniel,
he's going to want something first. A show of faith. Bail.
And once he's out, he'll sell up and we'll be back to square one.
A load of heroin out there and us having no idea where it is.
I want you to stop talking so that I can enjoy my drink in peace.
And I want you to promise there will be no deal with Daniel Stafford.
I find you quite interesting.
And, you know, if ever you wanted to...
If you fancied a pint or anything... Not a date. Look, it could be...
I'd like to, but...
...The person that you're sat here with now isn't really me.
I don't understand.
Not sure I can go back to normal.
- Do you think they'll take Daniel up on his offer? - Dunno.
Guv wants one thing, ma'am wants another.
Usually they just shout and chuck stuff at one another till one of them gives up.
He can't walk free. Not after what he did to me.
Something else happened, didn't it?
- What? - There was... There was... no-one there.
No-one there...
...to protect me, to stop him.
What? What did he do?
Keys to the cells.
Now!
All right, dickhead?
Chris, that's enough. I said, enough!
- He raped her, the bastard raped her. - Viv! Ambulance.
Yes.
He raped her.
Attacking a suspect in a cell.
Beating him to within an inch of his life. They have a word for that.
- Justice. - Assault.
Police brutality
of the lowest, nastiest kind.
I expected better from you, Chris.
He had no right to do that to her.
And you had no right to take the law into your own hands.
This isn't the Wild West.
Still, this solves one problem.
We won't be getting evidence against Terry now.
Any self-respecting lawyer will take one look
at his face and think we got it through coercion.
Bugger. Hadn't thought of that.
It's not like the old days when you could haul them up in traction
- and the judge wouldn't give them a second look. - Oh, it gets worse.
You see, he cries police brutality. Sympathetic judge lets him go.
Who do you think his first port of call is going to be, Chris?
- Louise. - Exactly.
I didn't mean that to happen, ma'am. I was just trying to protect her.
She was told before that she'd be all right undercover.
And they let her down. We let her down.
The police.
And that's not right. It's just...
It's not right.
Your mum all right?
As much as she can be.
Parents worry, don't they? More than kids ever realise they do.
I'm sorry.
- What for? - Because I think you were let down.
I think DCI Wilson failed you.
And I think you paid a heavy price for it.
Just all feels so pointless. Even if we take the Staffords down,
some else will spring up in their place.
It's natural to feel disillusioned.
And that's why I'd like you to join us.
At Fenchurch.
You don't want someone like me.
No. Don't do that. Don't put yourself down.
I'd like to help you, Louise.
Why?
Because maybe that's why I'm here.
To help coppers like you.
So, here's what we're going to do. We are going to go through all your reports.
And we are going to find something, we are going to find something
to bring down the Staffords the right way.
You're not going to stop until you bring them down, are you?
It's what we do, isn't it? I know you might find it strange...
...but outside of this,
for me, there's nothing.
Very pretty pictures.
The cuts in particular come out nicely.
- Please. Look at them. - I don't need to. I was there.
That's something you might want to think twice about
before admitting, Gene. Do you know the real tragedy?
Christopher Skelton could have made a decent copper.
Better than decent. Instead, he ended up getting roped in with you.
Danny Stafford had it coming to him.
It doesn't look good for Chris.
At all.
His time in the force is over.
But I could pull some strings.
Have him transferred over to my team.
A personal guarantee to rehabilitate him, keep an eye on his progress...
No.
- I'm sorry, I thought you said no? - You heard me.
You want to throw away his career, make him sacrifice
everything just because of your stubborn pride?
What are you going to do, Gene, when your team abandon you?
Because they will,
one by one,
when they realise what you really are.
Typical. Yeah, when the pressure is on, you revert to teenage behaviour.
A spoilt kid in his dirty sandpit.
I'm not the one who's going to have to change his trousers.
- Guv? - Where's Drake?
Don't know, guv. Not bothered turning in yet.
Probably a protest against certain people's thuggish behaviour.
He had it coming to him for what he did. What if it had been you?
Don't you compare me to her.
Both birds. Both coppers.
Didn't mean it that way, Shaz.
- Guv? - What?
I'm going to be OK? I mean, you sorted everything, didn't you?
It's just, I can't lose this job.
Yeah, you'll be fine. Listen, if her nibs thinks she can sit at home in a bath
full of righteous indignation over what happened
yesterday, she's got another bloody thing coming.
Alex!
Drake, are you in there?
Bolly?
Come on, wake up. Bugger.
Bolly!
What happened? Oh, God. Where's Louise?
I couldn't breathe.
Louise, where is she?
- I don't know. They must have taken her. - Did you see anyone?
No, no, it happened too quickly. My head.
Terry Stafford, it's got to be.
Right, listen. I know you're having one of your turns,
but a fellow officer is in grave danger here.
Come on, get your arse in gear. Now.
You.
What's going on here?
- Shut down. Staffords have sold the place. - Wherever they've taken her,
it's not there. I can't believe this is happening.
It gets worse. Daniel Stafford never made it to the hospital.
He escaped from the ambulance. I've only just this minute had the call.
Well, if he escaped and they've got Louise...
It's not good enough, Gene, is it? An officer out there in danger.
A man with a grudge set free, thanks to your leadership.
You better hope to God that you find her because the clock is ticking.
Guv. This report from Louise, from March, it
refers back to an earlier one dated February.
- And? - There isn't one for that date.
And it ain't the first time it's happened.
She's right. Some of the reports are missing.
- Good work, Shaz. - Promotion. Date it. Stick to it.
- So they've definitely been tampered with? - Yeah, and who'd be able to do that?
- What the hell do you think you're...? - How much did the Staffords pay you?
- I have no idea what you're talking about. - You play golf? Course you do.
Like all the other useless bastards. Like Keats, I bet he plays an' all.
You've got five seconds.
I swear to God.
You better start talking because I've got the bit between my teeth.
- Guv, just think about what Keats is going to say... - It's your last chance.
Daniel Stafford.
- He paid me to look the other way. - What?
He said he'd clocked Louise was working undercover.
- Why didn't you get her out of there? - It was too late. But he promised.
He promised he wouldn't do anything as long as some of the reports,
the most incriminating ones, disappeared.
- So she's been in there risking her life for nothing! - No, no. See, it made sense.
Said he'd keep Terry in line.
Said he'd sort out the other dealers. I mean, that's better, isn't it?
Better? What do you mean better?
Don't have the resources to police all of them.
Far better just to have one bugger to worry about. Safer.
Sometimes you have to shake hands with the devil for the greater good!
The Staffords have taken Louise.
We need to know where. Where was their base of operations?
Daniel... Daniel had bought the old Armstrong department stores.
That's where you'll find the heroin.
And you better pray that's where we'll also find Louise.
Chris, Ray, you go round the front.
Me and Bols will head round the back.
Oh, joy, Jim's here.
It's all right, Bols. I'm not going to shoot you again.
Him, on the other hand...
If anything moves, whack it!
Now, that's what I call undercover.
- Well, I've seen some slappers in my time, but you take it to a new low. - Hunt.
- Drugs in the van, Terry? - Back away, please.
My colleague here, she reckons you've got the makings of a good cop.
She's got faith in you.
I hope you're going to be smart enough to drop that before someone gets hurt.
Sorry, love!
We know you've been let down.
We know Daniel Stafford found out about you.
- Wilson didn't protect you. - Didn't need to. I was there for her.
Regular little Bonnie and Clyde.
Daniel was right, wasn't he?
- You did set him up. - Thought he could take over the business.
- Not while there's a breath left in my body. - That could be arranged.
Just put the gun down.
Listen to Alex, Louise.
Listen to her.
You cut your own face.
- What happened, Louise? Broken home? Bad family? - Don't.
He isn't the answer.
I swear, if you come any closer, I'll...
You know, you really have got to stop all
- this psychological bollocks, Bolly. - Good shot.
I was aiming for her leg.
Daniel! Guv, it's Daniel!
- Stay back! - Louise!
Louise?
Tell me she's going to be OK?
Don't move, don't move.
Just be still, be still.
Sshh. Sshh.
Sshh. It's all right.
Don't try and speak.
Sshh.
Don't be scared.
I'm here, DC Gardiner.
I'm here.
Ssh, sshh.
Louise...
- Signorina. - What is that?
- It's cocktail hour. - Is there any chance I
could get a drink that looks like it hasn't
- minced its way over from Mayfair? - Eh... Si.
A girl can't help who she falls in love with, Chris.
Even so...
it was her own fault.
- She didn't deserve that. - I know.
But you gave her every chance.
How's your bruises, mate?
I don't even feel them. I had him, that Daniel Stafford.
I can't believe I trusted her.
- Shagging Terry Stafford. - She was right though.
Police did let her down.
You can't just put somebody in undercover and
expect them to make sense of things by themselves.
Tough titty.
That's the job.
You get dirt on your hands, crap in your pants.
- Of course, I knew you'd be a beacon of sensitivity. - I'm cheering you up.
- You're not really, are you? - I'm saying you were right to believe her.
The bottom line is, we trust each other.
It's not that easy though, is it?
How could you tell if somebody was hiding a deep dark secret?
Um...
I just wanted to say...
...I know you all tried your best today.
And to lose a fellow officer...
Words aren't enough.
You're still talking.
Chris, I've been asked to file a report about your assault on Daniel Stafford.
As far as I'm concerned, it was accidental.
He attacked you, you defended yourself.
Really?
We lost a good copper today.
I don't want to make it two.
If it comes back to bite me on the arse
somewhere down the line, I'll take the flak.
- You just keep doing what you do best. - Thanks gu...
Jim, sir.
Sir, Jim. Thank you.
- You know, you should be thanking him as well. - Yeah, right!
- You're serious? - Chris's career was over.
He's been given a second chance, and it's thanks to Jim.
So yes, guv, I am serious.
Thank you, Jim, for what you did.
And thank you for gracing us with your presence,
for coming down from your ivory tower
to poke and prod us mere mortals, and for giving me
the chance to work with such a fine figure of a man.
- Oh, for God's sake. - Sometimes, I'm surprised I can even look at you,
such is the brightness of the sun that shines from your arse.
Thank you, Jim. Thank you.
Right. Who'd like a bloody drink?
♪ She is watching the detectives
♪ Ooh, it's so cute
♪ She is watching the detectives
♪ When they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
♪ They beat him up until the teardrops start
♪ But he can't be wounded cos he's got no heart. ♪
- Who are you? - Detective Chief Inspector Bastard Litton.
Frank Hardwick. Stand-up comic. You heard of him?
This parasite swans into the club house, nicks two
grand from the pot, and scarpers down to your patch.
- Stole the police widows' collection? - Bastard.
Do you buy any of this police widows stuff?
No, stinks like a month old chinky.
Booked the gym, dance rehearsal.
- Dance rehearsal? - Police gala. Opportunity Cops this Friday.
Me and Ray are body popping.
- Oh, sweet Jesus, I thought I'd seen everything. - I'd be careful.
- A pretty woman like yourself, things can happen. - Are you threatening me?
You give up Frank Hardwick, and I'll give you the story on Sam and Gene.
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