[woman] Listen to me, please.

Please, I can prove it... No!

No, I can prove it.

Please, Christian.

Someone listen to me, please!

No, no, please!

I can prove it.

Davor, listen to me!

-Please, no!

-[gunshot] [piano music] [voicemail] You have one new message.

[woman] I won't give up on you, Christian.

[phone beeps] I won't give up on you, Christian.

[phone rings on vibrate] [ringing continues] [voicemail] This person cannot be reached at the moment.

Please leave a message after the tone.

[phone ringing on vibrate] Should you even be here?

I'm still your mother.

Shouldn't you be at work?

-Christian?

-I called in sick.

And are you?

I can't sleep.

It's playing in my head on a loop.

It's just...there.

All the time.

I'll never be able to get away from it.

You will.

You will, you will.

You... You've... You've just got to give it time.

I don't think I can handle it.

Well... You shouldn't have to.

All this, you're not to blame.

This is my fuck-up, not yours.

I've...

I've made so many mistakes.

With your dad, with you.

Sean.

None of us ever really speaking the truth to one another.

And I'm so fucking sorry because you're the one that's paid the price.

But what was the alternative to killing Stefan?

Your own death?

You are hard wired to survive, and you did.

Killing Stefan was the right thing to do.

Now, I know that it's come at a terrible cost.

But that cost will make you a strong and a wise man.

[he sniffles] You will get through this.

Where did you get this?

Sean gave it to me when I was in prison.

He said it was to keep me safe.

You should take it.

No, no way.

That's got a bit of work to do yet.

It's time to decide.

Are you in or are you out?

What's the rush?

Krajina has started.

The ship has set sail?

It left Antwerp a couple of hours ago, with a very special cargo on board.

So what do you need from us?

A simple answer.

Are we going to be friends and make money together, or enemies, tear each other apart?

I won't ask again.

We're in.

And let's drink to that.

Christian?

Bianca... Bianca, please, why won't you answer my calls?

Leave me alone.

-What?

-Leave me alone.

Why can't we just talk?

I don't want to speak with you.

You said you wouldn't give up on me.

-Bianca... -Stay away from me, Christian.

I know what you did.

[door slams] [woman sighs] [door closes] This is getting tiresome.

For all of us.

Once again, for the record, you have no evidence to link my client to the weapon that was recovered.

Except that it was found in his garage.

Mr. Kabashi is adamant you won't find any of his DNA on the weapon.

You must know the game's up, Andri.

Or are you too dumb to realize it?

We know everything about you.

We know who you associate with, who supplies you and who you deal to.

We know where you keep your stash.

We know all about Leanne and the part she plays in your operation.

Florian's very young to be taken into care.

For the record... ...did you shoot Sean Hardacre?

Interview terminated, 11.45.

[woman hums tune] [woman continues humming] -I'm nearly finished.

-No rush.

That's weird.

What's that?

That woman.

Her?

Who is she?

Known associate of Stefan Vargic.

Who?

The guy found up in the woods.

Really?

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Why do you ask?

She came to the station last week.

Said she was worried about her missing boyfriend.

We got her to do a partial ID.

Stefan Vargic?

She swore blind it wasn't him.

-Bianca?

-Yeah?

Fran Kealey.

Do you have a moment?

I'm sorry.

I just want to talk.

I know it was you who helped us to identify Stefan.

That must have taken a lot of nerve.

The fact that he's dead... ...it's just so surreal.

Why did you come forward?

I just want it to stop.

You want who to stop?

Your family?

-Are you saying they killed-- -I'm not saying anything.

Do you know anything about the murder of Sean Hardacre?

I have to go.

I can help you, Bianca.

But to make it stop... [doorbell rings] Christian?

Chrissy?

I brought you a curry so that you don't need to cook.

Christian?

Christian, come on, wake up, wake up.

Shh.

OK...

Emergency.

What service do you require?

Ambulance, please.

What's the address?

It's 14B, Gloucester Court, Stokes Croft.

What's the reason for your call?

Yes, it's my son.

He's unconscious.

I think he's, er...

I think he's taken some pills and, um, alcohol.

I don't know what and I don't know how much.

How old is he?

He's 24.

Is he breathing?

Yes, he's breathing.

I checked his airways and he's breathing.

Please stay calm.

An ambulance is on its way.

Christian, come on... [siren wails] [Billy] How is he?

Awake but very weak.

Has he said anything?

He claims it was an accident.

The doctors seem to believe him but they offered him counseling just in case.

Well, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.

He's alive, that's the main thing.

The ship's left port.

When will it dock?

Day after tomorrow, assuming it's heading for Bristol, although we can't be sure of anything.

Without Christian.

I was going to say without further intelligence, but it amounts to the same thing.

I'd better get back to him.

OK. You take care.

We never talk any more.

-We talk all the time.

-Not properly.

Speak to me.

What's wrong?

Are you thinking about Stefan?

You mustn't worry.

We heard from him last night.

He's doing fine.

And as for you... ...well... ...they're going to be queuing up to date you, my beautiful baby girl.

Now... ...be happy, duso.

We can't have you making everyone miserable at my birthday party.

Krajina.

Come on!

Show yourselves!

You fucking cowards!

[door opens] Hardly seems worth putting back.

It's amazing how much they can put away in these tiny little glasses.

[banging on window] What on earth are you doing?!

I've discharged myself.

You can't be serious!

I'm going to speak to someone.

You're wasting your time.

They can't stop me.

Christian, can't you at least talk to someone in there?

And say what?

What am I going to tell them?

Just stop worrying about me.

I'm fine.

-I have to get back.

-I'm not going to let you.

Mum, stop it!

I have to finish this.

[car horn blares] Yes, I can assure you, you won't need to go to anyone else from now on.

OK, listen, erm, we'll talk later, OK?

Bye.

What happened?

-They think I had a seizure.

-What?

It was a minor one.

-I'm fine now.

-Have you had it before?

So, what brought it on?

They think it's stress related.

OK, listen, you're going to take some time off.

No, no way.

We have a place in Croatia you can use.

We're almost done.

I want to be part of it.

Listen, there is nothing for you to do here.

-What about the consignment?

-Zvonomir will meet it.

It's one man job.

Have you decided where?

Now, if I told you that, I'd have to kill you.

[Zvonomir laughs] This is who you contact.

Tell him I will play ball.

But only if I get a guarantee that my family will be taken care of.

What kind of guarantee?

We're men of our words.

Just make the call to Davor.

[fork clangs on the floor] So Christian won't be involved with the exchange?

No, we don't think so.

And we've no way of tracking the sub?

Unfortunately, no.

Then we've no idea where the goods will come ashore.

But we know roughly when.

And we do know who's going to meet them.

If we can track him, then he should lead us to the drop off.

OK, so how do we do that?

We turn a blind eye and allow Christian to use his initiative.

He's done all right so far.

Look, is this the moment to brief Kane?

At best, we get drowned in paperwork and we're too slow.

At worst, he shuts the whole thing down.

And we lose our chance to tie the whole thing together.

-We'll need firearms clearance.

-You have operational authority.

And back-up.

You don't think we can handle this?

We've no idea what we'll be up against.

What about looping in Fran?

Marcus?

It's too risky.

There's someone I know.

I daren't ask.

It's better if you don't.

[Fran] Was it footage of someone being tortured?

I only saw it for a second.

Will you... ...copy it?

I don't know.

I can't help you if you don't help me.

Thank you.

And you said you had some photos?

Yeah.

Erm...

Hold on.

Er... That's my brother, Davor.

Er, that's my mum.

Oh, you can ignore that one.

You know this woman?

Um, yeah, she's a mum of a friend.

She's not involved.

Will you send me those?

Yeah.

My client wishes to make a statement for the record.

I want to confess.

To killing that cop.

Sean Hardacre?

I didn't ask his name.

Will you tell us what happened?

I knew he was keeping tabs on us.

Not you.

How did you know that?

I...

I don't remember.

Perhaps we might let Mr. Kabashi get to the end of his statement?

I fed him a tip-off, lured him to a remote spot.

Go on.

The plan was to rough him up.

Find out how much he knew.

And?

He escaped.

It was obvious he could identify me.

So I had to kill him.

And Michael Forrester?

-Hm?

-The farmer.

Whatever you say.

There's evidence that may link these murders to the killing of Stefan Vargic.

Andri Kabashi has confessed to Sean's murder.

What a crock of shite!

Is there any chance he's telling the truth?

No.

It's total bollocks.

But we don't have evidence that connects the Mimicas -to Sean's murder.

-You said it yourself.

Sean was investigating the Mimicas, not Andri fucking Kabashi!

We know they have links.

Maybe Sean had intel on Andri too.

Kabashi is a total nobody.

He can't wipe his backside without someone's permission!

Well, we found a Russian Special Forces revolver in his garage.

Oh, how convenient!

And he happens to have confessed.

-Someone got to him!

-Someone's got to whom?

A contact of mine, sir.

We were talking about another investigation, sir.

You got lucky.

-You make your own luck, sir.

-Not in this case.

I'm sorry you think that.

I want a full account of every line of inquiry your team's been following on my desk by Friday.

-Friday?

-And it better be good.

[he gasps] -Hi.

-Hi.

How are you?

You look terrible.

They said at the hospital, you...

I don't wanna talk about it.

Listen, um, I'm afraid that I've got some bad news.

Andri Kabashi confessed to killing Sean.

Andri?

They found the murder weapon in his garage.

And you believe him?

Well, the top brass do, and that's all that matters.

Wait, if Andri's being charged...

He's dead.

A razor blade in his prison cell.

-They got to him.

-Yeah.

So they won't get done for killing Sean?

I could serve time for murder, but they won't?

Christian, Stefan was shot three times.

It's highly probable that you didn't kill him.

We have to keep going.

I don't know what to do.

We catch them in the act.

How?

I still have one of the trackers from the boat.

Mum?

What?

It's another plant.

I don't know what to do with it.

Mm.

Mother of God!

Christian, can you help Bianca, please?

On the terrace.

Take that down.

Davor told me to hang it here.

I'm 60, not 80.

Take it down.

Ah, Mum, the cakes.

Ah, in the storage cupboard in the basement.

Christian, we need more wine.

Follow me.

And bring that with you.

Keep up, Christian.

[engine revs] It's such a pity your mother can't come.

Do we know any more about him?

They served together in Bosnia, apparently.

But is he...police?

[Billy] Well done, you.

What else do we have?

[Billy] Great piece of kit.

How are you feeling?

Thankful that we've finally got a decent shot at nailing them.

Hm.

-Zlatko, ah!

-Dubravka!

Come in.

-Zivana!

-Ho-ho, Bianca!

Come in, come in!

-You have grown.

-Mm-hm.

-You can't escape now.

-I need to finish getting ready.

You look amazing.

Now... you go and get more drinks.

Organize them.

Enjoy.

Listen, ah, we're running low on champagne.

You want me to fetch some more?

Yeah, get a case, and get a bottle of Pelinkovac.

Ah, on the cupboard by the door.

[device beeps] [phone alert] We've got a signal.

[chatter] When we first came here, more than... ...ah, God, 25 years ago, we had nothing.

We'd lost our home, our business.

And we lost my father, Marco.

But you didn't come here to mourn, Mama.

You came here to build a better life for all of us.

And you've worked so hard to achieve that ever since, day and night.

[distant laughter and applause] [Davor] It's so great that we can share... Zivana, you found Mama her first job, cleaning at the surgery.

And Zlatko, you lent her the money to open our first restaurant.

The smallest pizzeria in Bristol!

[laughter] We're here today thanks to your hard work, Mama, but also thanks to you, our dear friends.

[door bangs open] [she sighs] Hi.

Hi, sweetie.

[phone alert] Today is a very special day.

A toast to you, dearest Mama.

Zivjeli!

[all] Zivjeli!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday, Dubravka ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you.

♪ -[cheering] -Where's Bianca?

-I'm here, Mama.

-Ah!

[applause and cheering] Thank you.

Thank you.

[engine revs] [tense music] [phone alert] Looks like we're on.

They're on the move.

You ever fired one when it counts?

You'll be asking to see my certificates next.

Just checking you're not gonna shoot me in the back.

Don't fucking tempt me, Billy.

[laughter and chatter] Anything else you want...

He will look after you.

And do you know what you're going to play today?

[speech drowned out by music] Everything all right?

Yeah.

No!

He's still heading south-west.

How far ahead is he?

It's a couple of miles.

He's turning off.

Heading for the coast.

[male voice] A name, we need name!

Give me name!

Who is mole?

Come on, who is mole?

A name, we need name!

This is close enough.

[band plays] [they sing] [motor whirs] Psst!

[singing in Croatian] Sit.

You have to watch this.

Press play.

Christian!

My source is Christian.

Christian is my source.

Christian.