Line of Duty

It's called Operation Pear Tree.

Our brief was to embed an undercover officer

within an organised crime group.

Detective Sergeant John Corbett.

Go, go, go!

Drinks are on me, lads.

- 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? - 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.

Since retiring, 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 the 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 of them?

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, whatever it takes.

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

Are you in?

KF-1 to KF-6 are a series of images of individuals known to be part of

a clandestine 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, well, then 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 me 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 pick-up, we've got the driver.

Instead of the planned pick-up,

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 shoot-out'll 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

made by PS Jane Cafferty.

Yeah, well, I'm glad you're getting round to that.

The last time I looked, I was still in charge around here.

- Sir. - Sir.

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

Cafferty claims she was recruited by a corrupt police officer

with established links to organised crime.

I was pursuing a lead, just covering all the possibilities.

Some possibilities being 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.

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.

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 the 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 out of 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 and stood all the crap they rain down.

Haven't we earned a payday?

What do I owe you?

Any news?

Yeah. Things are falling into place.

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

OK.

It's me. It's John Clayton.

Can you hear me?

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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...

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Great. Thanks.

Any new orders for me?

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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?

Same thing...

...if you're bent enough.

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

he'd best be there on the night.

He's never going to go for that.

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

for our security.

I'm not having this bent bastard cross us.

OK.

Shit.

- All right, mate? - All right.

It's a bit brass monkeys tonight, isn'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 a text.

Any username or IP address?

No, sorry, mate.

This is McQueen's burner number.

It's for surveillance only.

Don't go making any kind of moves without clearing it with me first.

Got it.

Look, John, the stuff you've done...

...we're after you.

It would be easier 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.

We go after the bent bastards, no matter how high,

no matter what it takes.

Look, we're in this together!

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- Sarge. - Yeah?

We've been provided with the metadata on the phone number

you gave me for Lisa McQueen.

All the numbers the user's called recently

are of the same type. Unregistered, pay-as-you-go devices.

Burner phones.

And some have already gone out of service,

suggesting they use them for only a few days at a time

before disposing of them. But while she remains on this device,

we can identify her calls and track her location.

I've had signal strength triangulation

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.

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.