Line of Duty

Urgent call for the Duty Inspector.

DI Denton.

DS Jayne Akers, calling with request for urgent assistance,

immediate and credible threat to life.

We need Gold to sign off.

Chief Super's gone home.

Well then, call him at home.

'This is Chief Superintendent Mallick...

'please leave your name and number and I will get back to you.'

ANSWER MACHINE TONE

He's not picking up his mobile either.

We really ought to give him another five minutes.

Ma'am...

HE SIGHS

There she goes...

RINGING TONE

'Deputy Chief Constable Dryden.'

Sir, this is DI Lindsay Denton.

Yes, Linda, how can I help you?

'Sir, I need Gold approval for an op.'

We allowed to know where we're going?

Suspect in a missing persons enquiry, need to get him in for questioning.

No, my car! What? Just...come on!

Come on!

SIREN WAILS

DS Akers. Thanks for stepping in, ma'am.

I need a safe and available destination ASAP.

Straight into town?

I'd take the back roads.

You lead. Have your men in my car, engine running, ready to go.

Yeah, I'm going to take the rest of your team...

It's just me. What?

Ma'am...

..please.

OK.

Keep the radio in the car on channel 1.

Personal radios back-to-back on 2.

Who's in the house? I don't know.

Just move. Please.

Wallis to Denton, it's straight on here, ma'am.

Yeah. I know the way to my own station.

TYRES SQUEAL

No!

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

RAPID GUNFIRE

SHE SCREAMS

Charlie Mike two-five, status zero, status zero, Long Lane and Crown Avenue!

Charlie Mike two-five, confirm message.

Status zero, status zero!

SHE SHRIEKS

SIRENS WAIL

OFFICE HUBBUB

ALARM RINGS

MACHINES BEEP

How are you, Lindsay?

Anything I can get you?

No, thanks.

Up to answering a couple of questions?

I'm just trying to get my head around what happened out there, sir.

But no-one seems to know what you were up to...

I'm not sure I do, either.

Wallis and Butler are dead.

The other two...

Get the next shot ready.

..they're still trying to save.

Who are they?

I'm not clear yet on whether that's something I should be divulging, sir.

SHE SNIFFS

It'd help to know!

I got your messages.

Instead of dropping me in it,

if you'd given me a minute to get back to you.

I gave you more than a minute.

I gave you 20.

DOCTOR COUNTS

MACHINE TONE CHANGES

Two more breaths, please.

No... I'm calling it, asystolic.

Pulse-less for 20 minutes.

Everyone OK with that?

OK, CPR discontinued at 23.12.

HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIR

SIREN BLARES

Everybody!

Evidence recovery's ongoing, so, guys,

please respect the limits of the cordon at all times.

Our forensic scene investigators have work lights.

Talk to me if you need any lighting changes

This way, sir.

Deputy Chief Constable Dryden.

There's been an attack on the police.

Three of our colleagues have lost their lives in the line of duty.

Our first thoughts are with their families.

But now the hunt begins for the people who committed

this brutal crime.

This way.

'Doors closing.'

Sir. As you were.

MONITORS BEEP

The transit convoy was ambushed.

The two 4th Street officers were shot dead.

The vehicle was set alight, and the witness

and the handler suffered critical burns and gunshot wounds.

The handler was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital.

We've been assigned to investigate the possibility that

a police officer or officers tipped somebody off.

Who is he?

Classified. He was under Witness Protection.

New identity, relocation, the WORKS.

And how is he, sir, the witness?

Critical but stable.

Can I ask you a question?

Depends on the question.

"Critical but stable" - what does that mean exactly?

Well, he's been lucky. His chances are good.

He doesn't look very lucky.

I'll set up an alert.

As soon as he comes round, we'll be banging on his door.

Thank you. Sir.

He said it was a convoy. Who was in the other vehicles?

Just one vehicle, driven by our only other survivor, DI Lindsay Denton.

When can we talk to her?

I'm chasing. But she's in counselling.

Are we allowed to know the names of the deceased officers?

From 4th Street Station - Sergeant Alex Wallis, PC Vincent Butler,

and...the third victim's name is being withheld from the public

because she was from Witness Protection - DS Jayne Akers.

Sorry, sir, I'll be down in five.

Sure.

You got a minute, sir?

See you back at the office.

This one's not for me, sir.

This is going to be a very high-profile case.

I need my best team.

I'm flattered, sir, but I knew Jayne Akers.

We went through Ryton together.

Half the job went through training together, and we're not investigating Akers.

Not yet.

There's three of our own in the morgue!

Am I meant to be angry, is that it, sir?

Well, you ought to be.

And if I find out a police officer's responsible,

even in the slightest, I'll be livid!

I'm not. That's the problem.

Problem?

I'd rather not investigate the death of a former colleague. I like keeping a distance.

What about Steve?

Well, I'll have to find him a new partner

and I expect he won't like it.

Away you go.

Sorry to keep you.

No problem, sir.

DC Georgina Trotman, meet DS Steven Arnott.

Steve, meet your new partner.

Actually, sir, it's Georgia.

Georgia. Sorry.

Pleased to meet you. Likewise.

I've just been given the operational parameters.

Witness Protection is off limits.

For Christ's sake.

Yeah. Major Violent Crime are going after the gunmen.

So, AC-12's brief is to investigate the suspicion that

information leakage by a police officer

is part of the set-up of the ambush.

Sir... Steve. I get it. I get it.

This is how Dryden wants it. We get the 4th Street officers.

Only one's still alive.

So, you go after Denton.

Very good, sir.

Thank you, you two.

Is she up to it?

Get you, the Big I Am.

HE CHUCKLES

Yes, I think so.

This investigation, sir...

Aye, aye. That's the spirit.

Welcome to AC-12.

BACKGROUND CHATTER

Morning, ma'am.

How you faring, ma'am?

OK. Thanks.

Anythin' I can do, don't hesitate. Cheers, sarge.

Welcome back, Lindsay.

Sir.

You've been through a lot. Just take it steady.

Thanks.

SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE

KNOCK ON DOOR

SHE SNIFFLES

This one's taken.

POUNDING ON DOOR

I said, "This one's taken."

SHE SCREAMS

TOILET FLUSHES

SHE SCREAMS

No firearms! No backup!

It should be you we're burying, you stupid bitch!

SHE SCREAMS

TOILET FLUSHES

SHE SOBS