(sirens wailing) ♪ (brakes screech) CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT KANE: Anyone in there?

(car doors opening and closing) ♪ Is he all right?

POLICE OFFICER: Sorry, Sir.

There's no sign of him.

(police radio, indistinct) POLICE OFFICER 2: Sir, I've found a phone.

Bag that up.

♪ (speed-dialing) (line ringing) (ringing and vibrating) ♪ (distorted clangs echoing) ♪ (coughs) (groans) (panting) (footsteps approaching) NICKY: Billy Murdoch.

As I live and breathe.

Did you think... that I wouldn't realize my phone had been tampered with, hmm?

Kane must be wise to me.

Is he?

NICKY: I need to know what you know.

You've been waterboarded before, right, Billy?

As part of the resistance- to-interrogation training that the army put us both through.

Well, out in Helmand...

I developed a little variation.

♪ This... will put your heart into an unstable rhythm, stop it...ultimately.

This should put it back to normal if it's administered in time.

♪ Change of heart, Billy?

♪ Strong and silent type, eh?

♪ I do love a challenge.

♪ (theme music playing) ♪ (woman vocalizing) ♪ KANE: I want the heli up and every available officer scrambled.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, and-- hold on a second.

You got something?

INVESTIGATOR: Paint scrapes.

The vehicle that hit him, it was white.

-Good.

Anything else?

-Tire marks.

Possibly a light lorry.

Three to five tons, I would say.

(distant sirens chirping) Did you get that?

Then get going.

Someone must have seen something.

Hasn't even been half an hour.

All right.

(line ringing) Come on.

(birds chirping) (engine turns over, revs) ♪ BILLY: I love what you've done with the place.

NICKY: Ah.

It speaks.

BILLY: Your file says your father owned a factory.

Is it this #*#*#*#* hole?

(scoffing) No, no, no.

Couldn't be.

He was declared bankrupt.

(chuckling) Took his own life.

♪ Poor little Daddy's girl.

Mm.

(Billy retches) Oh.

Ouch.

NICKY: Playing the psychologist, Billy, or you just playing for time?

Well, I'm afraid time's up.

(shouting) What have you got on me?!

(echoes) I need details, Billy.

BILLY: You'll find out soon enough.

I can't wait that long.

♪ (groaning) ♪ Oh!

(exhales sharply) Oh...

Anything you want to tell me?

(Billy panting) Aye.

(chuckling) You're going to jail.

NICKY: Ha ha ha!

I don't think so.

I have fallback options.

I just need to know which one to deploy.

Just tell me what I need to know, Billy.

(sighs) Well... this second dose will probably kill you, Billy, although I don't imagine your colleague, Hannah Laing, will withstand more than one.

♪ Him.

-Say again, Billy?

-Him.

(panting) We have him on CCTV at Sangita's, and you with him.

Ever heard of a CHIS?

Oh, yeah, nice try.

(Billy panting) Look.

(chuckling) Ah.

We know about you and Marcus.

Tsk.

♪ Thank you.

Really clarified things for me.

♪ Aah!

(groaning) ♪ (parking brake engages) (distant police siren wailing) (cellphone ringing, vibrating) (whispers) #*#*#*#*.

Hello?

-Thank God, at last.

-Sorry.

I didn't see your missed calls.

What's happened?

It's Billy.

They rammed him off the road.

-Is he hurt?

-I don't know.

There's no sign of him.

Look, Hannah, I am sorry.

I've got everyone I can out looking for him.

HANNAH: Hang on, hang on.

There's that tracker thing, you know, the gizmo that he's got sewn into his belt loop?

Hold on.

(pinging) Okay.

Found his location.

Sent it.

I'm on my way.

(engine turns over) ♪ (groaning loudly) ♪ (wood snaps) (gasping) ♪ HANNAH: Kane, any updates?

What's going on?

KANE: I'm scrambling everything I can, but you may get there first, so... HANNAH: Air ambulance?

KANE: Unavailable.

Pile up on the M5.

Regular ambulance and armed response will be on-site ASAP.

-They'd better be.

-Hannah, I need you to promise me that you'll wait for backup before you go in.

Hannah!

(phone hangs up) (GPS beeping) ♪ (distant sirens approaching) ♪ (running footsteps approaching) (pole clangs on floor) Billy!

Billy!

(sirens drawing closer) Billy... (brakes screech outside) Don't you dare die on me!

Billy?

Hurry up, for God's sake!

I can't feel a pulse!

WOMAN: We've got him now.

-His--his name's Billy.

-Let's untie him.

Billy?

Billy, can you hear me?

HANNAH: I'm sorry.

(sobbing) I'm sorry.

I should have had your back.

I should have had your back.

I'm sorry.

WOMAN: Okay, Billy, come on.

Can you hear me, Billy?

♪ (tape rips, phone ringing) ♪ (beep) You don't waste time.

I've no time to waste.

-Is it arranged?

- For tomorrow.

Great.

NICKY: The buyers approved the sample I gave them.

GORAN: And what about the rest of the product?

All safe and sound at a separate location, to be held there until the first cash payment is handed over to you and your aunt's happy.

You mean I am happy.

And you are happy, so give me the word, at which point I will release the location of the goods to the buyer, and once they are happy, they will hand over the rest of the cash payment through me to you.

-Great.

-Now, destroy the phone you're using, and I will use the other to let you know the location of the meeting.

Okay, but-- (phone hangs up) (beep) (hospital machines beeping) (ventilator hissing) Please, Billy.

Please.

Not you, too.

I'll never find my way back without you.

♪ You're s-- you're such a good man.

No matter what you've done... no matter how far you've fallen... whoever it is that you've lost along the way, you're... you're such a good man.

Christian... looked up to you.

He respected you.

He loved you.

♪ I--I love you.

♪ I...love you.

♪ I love you.

I wish I... (sobbing) I wish I'd said it to you every day.

♪ (whispers) Billy.

(grunting) (door clangs open) Got you some more.

-Thank you.

-Just put it here.

(sets down bowl) Did you hurt yourself?

It's nothing.

JOVAN: I can get you a plaster?

That would be good.

Okay.

(spoon clinks) -Jovan?

-Yeah?

Thank you for being kind.

(door clangs shut) KANE: Hannah.

(machines beeping) (ventilator hissing) (kiss) KANE: How's he doing?

HANNAH: His heart is severely damaged, and, uh, they don't expect him to come round.

He's tough.

Don't write him off.

Yeah, I-- I should have had his back.

This isn't your fault, Hannah.

This is on Nicky Harris.

And the Mimicas.

Let's finish this.

And you sitting in there, holding his hand, it might make you feel better, but it isn't helping him.

(knock on door, door opens) (crow cawing outside) Tsk.

You were looking for me.

DUBRAVKA: After the deal is done tomorrow, I presume you'll head home.

-That's the plan.

-What if you stayed?

You still need a driver?

(chuckles) I want you to take over the business.

It will be years before you work your way up back home.

You've proved your worth to me.

Oh.

♪ Will Zagreb allow it?

It's my decision, not theirs.

A-and you're sure?

I've become too much of a target for the police.

I'm a liability, and...

I'm tired, Goran.

This life, it's-- it's cost me too much.

All I want now is to go back home, live a quiet life, and... watch my son grow up.

Grandson.

Yes, that's what I said.

♪ KANE: A colleague from the NCA who's been investigating the Mimicas alongside us took this photo during a recent surveillance operation.

Our intel suggests they were meeting a contact, someone we believe is working with them to shift the drugs they've been sitting on these past few months.

Now...

I know some of you have been working on this for a long time, and progress has been painstakingly slow, but I am convinced that we are getting closer to a breakthrough.

150 kilos is a lot of product.

It's bound to make waves somewhere, so I need you to get out there, tap your sources, and get me a time and a place.

Now, I don't need to remind you that a number of our colleagues have lost their lives during the course of this... extended investigation.

But I do have to tell you that despite the findings of a recent inquiry, a serving police officer is amongst a list of potential suspects linked to this case.

The details are in the information pack, which will be circulated after this briefing.

I don't need to tell you that this information is on a strictly need-to-know basis.

Okay...go to it.

♪ (distant police siren blaring) ♪ (Bianca coughs) BIANCA: Jovan.

Are you there?

JOVAN: Yes.

BIANCA: Could you open the door, please?

Jovan.

-Are you all right?

-What do you think?

I need a shower, to clean myself properly, please.

Bianca, I can't.

Your mum.

Well, then ask her.

Please.

Yeah, I'll try.

BIANCA: Thank you.

(camera beeping) (keyboard keys clacking) ♪ (whispers) #*#*#*#*.

(mutters indistinctly) ♪ (knocks on door) You don't have to knock.

Did you want something?

JOVAN: I, um... Bianca, she--she wants to take a shower.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked.

DUBRAVKA: Of course she can.

What's good for Bianca is good for the baby.

But Luka will help.

JOVAN: Okay.

I'll tell her.

Thank you.

-Okay, you see there?

-Yep.

Wait a sec.

That--that's you.

HANNAH: Yeah.

It's a long story.

It's the van that matters.

KANE: Keynshaw Pool Service?

HANNAH: It was staring me in the face the whole time.

KANE: Okay, what am I looking at?

HANNAH: That is a hole at the bottom of an empty pool in the Mimica house.

Again, it's a long story.

See, I think that's where they hid the cocaine, and the van--that's what they used to transport it.

Keynshaw Pool Service is a legitimate company.

That number plate is registered to one of their vans.

-But I'm guessing that's not it.

-No.

On the day that was captured, the actual van was on a job in Portishead.

-Cloned plate.

-Mm-hmm.

Any idea where it is now?

HANNAH: I've got someone working on that.

(scoffs) (toilet flushing) Go ahead, Luka, I want a word with Jovan.

♪ Is Bianca getting in your head?

I understand she's your cousin.

You feel sorry for her.

But be careful, Jovan.

You don't want to make Dubravka angry again... or me.

♪ (footsteps receding) (keyboard keys clacking) SANGITA: I don't generally do my best work in close proximity to senior coppers.

HANNAH: Ahem.

KANE: Ah.

Sorry.

SANGITA: So, I tracked the van to this location on the edge of the city.

-How'd you manage that?

-I gave her my ANPR access.

Plus, I used a little algo of my own.

Right, I need to arrange surveillance.

SANGITA: Already in place.

This image is real time.

HANNAH: Sangita is not the only one of Billy's contacts who isn't happy about what's happened to him.

This feed is off a drone lent to me by one of the higher-end private intelligence agencies.

HANNAH: So that's the Mimica house.

She's tagged all of the Mimica cars and the van into the drone's memory, plus Nicky's driver, Tom Fordham's vehicle, so if any of them move, it'll follow.

It's a miniaturized, drone-based version of the U.S. K-STAR system.

The main unit loiters at 60,000 feet and controls three autonomous wingmen.

-Can you take this feed mobile?

-Of course.

I can link it to any tablet, laptop, or vehicle you want.

So you can follow them all the way to the meet.

♪ (door clangs open) ♪ BIANCA: You.

DUBRAVKA: Nice to see you, too, darling.

BIANCA: How long you gonna keep me like this?

-Until the baby's born.

-That's six months.

DUBRAVKA: Actions have consequences, Bianca.

And what then?

You expect things to go back to normal between us?

DUBRAVKA: No.

Then I will take the child to live with me in Croatia, and you will stay here.

BIANCA: What?

DUBRAVKA: People who betray their families don't deserve a family of their own.

-You can't do that.

-You'll find I can, when the time comes.

I know you won't believe this, Bianca, but this breaks my heart as well.

(scoffs) You don't have a heart to break.

♪ (door clangs shut) Ugh!

(breathing heavily) (door locking) ♪ Goran says you're going soft on her.

-No.

-Well, it ends now, unless you want to join her in there.

♪ (footsteps recede) KANE: Would you get Sangita a coffee, please?

-Of course.

Come on.

-Thank you.

You should go, get kitted up.

HANNAH: There's no need.

KANE: You know this doesn't mean anything without a letter of resignation.

♪ KANE: Are you sure you don't want to see this thing through... for Christian, for Sean... for Billy, for God's sake?

HANNAH: Of course I do, but there's something I need more, and a badge, well, that's not gonna help me get it.

You've come this far, suffered so much.

♪ Don't do something you'll regret.

There'll be no regrets.

♪ (footsteps recede, door opens) (door closes) ♪ (machines beeping) (ventilator hissing) ♪ This could be the last time, Billy Murdoch.

♪ I hope I see you on the other side.

♪ (footsteps recede) ♪ (footsteps approaching) ♪ DUBRAVKA: Are you ready?

I'm ready.

Luka will drive you.

I have a chauffeur now?

Tell him to keep his eyes open.

You, too.

I don't trust that woman.

GORAN: Neither do I.

Don't worry.

I have my backup plan.

If anything goes wrong, we're covered.

(footsteps receding) SANGITA: Okay.

Looks like the Mimicas are about to move.

KANE: Fordham?

SANGITA: Mm.

(beeps) In transit.

(distant police sirens wailing) What about the van?

Still static.

Then we'll just have to wait.

♪ (vehicle approaching) ♪ (inhales sharply) ♪ (distant door opens) ♪ Brought you some cake.

♪ -Argh!

-Sorry!

I'm sorry.

JOVAN: Bianca!

Don't!

Bianca, I wanted to let you out!

I wanted to!

BIANCA: But you didn't.

-She'll #*#*#*#*ing kill me!

-I'm sorry, Jovan!

JOVAN: Bianca!

Don't!

Open the #*#*#*#*ing door!

Bianca, please!

(banging) Open the door!

♪ SANGITA: The van's still static, and Fordham's car is just arriving at the same location.

What about the Mimicas?

(keyboard keys clack) Heading the same way.

♪ (sighs) Right.

I'm calling it.

We're going in.

Come on!

Let's move!

(car door slams) ♪ (engines turn over) (sirens blaring) ♪ (banging on door) JOVAN: Bianca!

BIANCA: No, no, no.

Let me out.

(key turns in lock) Not for another six months.

I'll--I'll throw myself down the stairs.

No, you won't.

(gate rattles) Aah!

(footsteps recede) (sirens blaring) ♪ Here.

Remember, Luka, just stick to the plan.

(parking brake engages) ♪ (footsteps approaching) GORAN: Where is she?

KIERAN CROSBY: Hello to you, too.

GORAN: Where's Nicky Harris?

Where is she?

KIERAN: I'm told she'll meet us at the next location to hand over the product, all right?

-That's not what we agreed.

-Look mate, all I know is I hand over half the money, you phone Harris to say we're good, she sends a text message to a phone under the seat in that van with details of the next location, and Mr. Talkative over here gives me the keys to the van.

He follows me in his car to finish off the handover.

We all live happily ever after, yeah?

That's not what we agreed.

KIERAN: Do you want to do a deal?!

Or do you want to bleat about it?

♪ (tires squealing) (brakes screech) ♪ Get the #*#*#*#* out of here!

HANNAH: Put your hands in the air!

HANNAH: Hands up where I can see them!

Kneel!

Where are you keeping the girl?

HANNAH: I said where are you keeping the girl?

No?

♪ (door handle rattles) Bianca!

Bianca!

Where are you?

Are you in there?

It's Hannah!

Bianca!

It's Hannah!

Are you here?

Bianca!

I'm--I'm--I'm--I'm here!

I'm locked in the basement!

Through the garage!

♪ Take cover!

(gunfire) ♪ (sirens blaring) POLICE OFFICER: Armed police!

#*#*#*#*, we got to go, man, we got to go.

GORAN: No, stay here.

stay calm.

I have a plan.

We're doing a deal to buy and develop this site.

KIERAN: What about the money, you idiot?

-It's clean, isn't it?

-Of course it is.

Then we are paying cash.

Here are the plans for the development.

Just follow my lead.

KANE: Search and secure that van!

The rest of you, with me.

(dog barking) MAN: Get the dog.

WOMAN: In you go.

GORAN: What is this?

What's going on?

OFFICER: Armed police!

Hands where we can see them!

KANE: Secure the area!

Make sure we haven't missed anybody.

OFFICER: Clear!

OFFICER 2: Up against the car.

(zip ties tighten) ♪ (gunfire) #*#*#*#*!

♪ (breathing heavily) ♪ The van appears to be clean, Sir.

KANE: Clean?

Dog couldn't find anything.

There's no sign of the drugs or DCI Harris, either, Sir.

(police radio, indistinct) Where is she?

-Who?

-DCI Harris.

We are businessmen doing a property deal.

(dog panting) (barking) Search it.

(trunk opens) (barking frantically) (whines) ♪ Businessmen?

♪ GORAN: Wait.

You've got this wrong!

We've been set up!

It's Nicky Harris you need!

Get off me!

She must have planted it!

♪ ♪ #*#*#*#*!

Oh!

(both breathing heavily) ♪ #*#*#*#*.

BIANCA: Hannah!

♪ Bianca?

BIANCA: Hannah?

Hannah, I'm in here.

HANNAH: Okay, stand back.

Okay, Bianca, come on.

I have to do something first.

Bianca, come on!

There's no time!

(door clangs) BIANCA: Come on.

It's me.

Come on.

Come on.

-Seriously?

-I'm not leaving without him.

-#*#*#*#*'s sake.

-Come on.

Get a move on.

We've got to go.

♪ HANNAH: Bianca, can you use one of these?

-I can try.

-Good.

Run.

Keep yourself and the baby safe.

Stick to the edges, go out the back, and you, help her.

-You're not coming with us?

-Not just yet.

Go on.

Go on!

(distant crow cawing) (sirens chirp) (cellphone ringing) -Yes?

-You looking for me, Superintendent Kane?

KANE: I won't stop until you're behind bars.

(chuckling) Oh, well, that's not very nice, seeing as I've just given you the biggest bust of your career.

You can thank me later.

Seems like some of it's missing.

Well, then good luck finding it, Leonard... -Nicky.

-And me.

(phone hangs up) (woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.

system) (plane flying overhead) BIANCA: Run!

Jovan!

JOVAN: Bianca!

BIANCA: Quick!

Let's go!

♪ JOVAN: Through there!

Oh!

BIANCA: Oh!

-Oh!

-Jovan.

(speaks Croatian) (gunfire) ♪ Jovan, Jovan.

Jovan, please.

Please come, come.

Look at me, look at me.

Look at me.

No, no, no, look at me.

HANNAH: Dubravka?

I want to talk to you.

♪ Dubravka!

♪ I just want to talk to you.

Dubravka!

DUBRAVKA: No need to shout.

I'm right here.

♪ We don't have to do this.

-Oh, I think we do.

-We don't.

There's a peaceful way out of this.

Let me take you in.

You can watch your grandchild... our grandchild grow up.

I'm not sharing him, not with you.

And I'm not watching him grow up from behind bars.

HANNAH: So what, then, we die here?

DUBRAVKA: No.

You do.

And I take him away and let him grow up in peace.

That's never gonna happen, not after everything you've done.

I had to protect my family.

HANNAH: What, by destroying mine?

There's always a choice, Dubravka.

You dare say that when you're the reason that my Davor is dead!

Christian is dead because of you.

A son for a son.

Divine retribution.

It's time to end it now.

♪ (grunts) ♪ (Hannah breathing heavily) (groaning) ♪ DUBRAVKA: So weak... trying to negotiate.

(Hannah gasping) I took this gun from a Serbian soldier who tried to-- ♪ Was the first person I ever killed.

♪ And I hope you will be the last.

You still have a choice, Dubravka.

DUBRAVKA: No.

I never really did.

♪ (gunshot echoes) Oh!

(distant, heavy breathing) (sobbing) ♪ (hospital machines beeping) ♪ (knocks on door) KANE: Hey.

HANNAH: So, you're stepping down?

Wow.

How long has it been?

-In here?

-Mm.

-Too long.

-Hmm.

You'll miss it, though.

(Kane scoffs) I'm just glad to be getting out with my pension rights and... what's left of my dignity.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

KANE: Maybe, but I need to take responsibility for what happened-- Marcus and... you know.

We did our best.

They'll find her, you know-- Interpol, the Mimicas.

Someone will find her.

Her driver isn't happy she duped him into bringing the cocaine to the handover, finally started talking.

Seems she played us all.

See you at the enquiry.

♪ (footsteps receding) ♪ DR. SEHWAG: Well, it's taken a while, but I think we're really making progress.

Well, a friend of mine once told me you really have to process this #*#*#*#* properly, so...thank you.

DR. SEHWAG: Heh!

See you next week?

HANNAH: Mm.

♪ I love you.

♪ I miss you.

He knows.

♪ Want to spend a bit of time on your own with him?

Do you mind?

I want to tell this little one all about his daddy.

(kiss) ♪ (kiss) ♪ Are you stalking me, Billy Murdoch?

♪ Is that the thanks I get, is it?

♪ A little bit of hope.

♪ (theme music playing) ♪ (clicking) ♪