Crossing Lines

- Are we nearly there? - I think so.

What do you mean "think so"? You don't know how far away we are?

Only because...

I don't know where we're going, I don't remember.

Oh, my God. I don't either!

I'm so knackered!

The club!

The club! We're going to the club!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the club. Which club?

Wendy, you're bleeding!

I am?

- Oh, my God, Nigel! - I'm bleeding.

I think I'm going to be...

Shit!

Make a wish.

- What did you wish for? - If you say, it won't come true.

Too late, you lot are all still here.

Only because it's working hours.

We were going to use 30 candles,

but the fire department has rules against that much open fire.

Yeah, they'd have to be waiting with a hose

in case you couldn't get the job done.

No McConnell's ever had any trouble getting a job done.

Why does everything you say sound dirty?

Your mind makes it that way. It's the way you think about me.

Yeah, you wish.

This better be good, Dougie.

I just left a woman with questionable morals and an astounding imagination.

We were called to investigate a traffic accident.

Did you say "traffic accident"?

Yes, sir. Three fatalities.

Well, I assume there's more to the story than that?

The accident didn't kill them.

Lead on.

Can you send them all home now, please?

You are not having fun?

My people aren't big birthday folk.

You do not celebrate your birthday?

More like counted them down.

When we were kids, my Da would remind us

that every birthday brought us closer to being charged as adults.

You are serious?

When theft is the family business,

knowing when you "come of age" is an important fact.

So can you send them home? Please?

Could you wait long enough for this?

Everybody pitched in.

You got me a gift?

It's heavy.

Come on, open it up.

Oh, you're not one of those, are you?

Come on, tear it, tear it.

Ta-da.

Fresh off the Heckler and Koch factory floor.

Hand engraved. What do you say?

She's, uh...

beautiful.

The Germans do know their weaponry.

They also make an excellent grenade launcher,

but we thought that was more a Christmas thing.

It's perfect.

I'll show you how to use it later.

I wanted to teach you a few things on the range, anyway, so...

There's one more thing.

It's not new, it's used.

It's been mine for years, but I checked,

and it fits your new pistol. Happy birthday.

Just...

just excuse me for a minute, I'm just going to go to the...

go to the bathroom...

Is he reallyy?

Is he... ? I think so.

Ah, damn, we should have taken a picture.

We still can.

- I've got my phone. - I'll hold the door.

- You want to do it? - Yeah, yeah, I wanna do it.

This is gonna go on the bulletin board.

It's gonna go everywhere.

They all ingested drugs,

and there are five more cases just in this E.R.

- Dead? - One.

Two knocking on the door,

and across the city,

we're hearing there may be as many as a hundred kids sick.

Very sick.

This blood,

it doesn't look like overdose.

It looks like poison.

Right, I want autopsies immediately on all these kids,

toxicology at triple-time.

Imogen?

Get hold of Metro Narcotics, will you,

and tell them to start spreading the word.

There's a bad batch of something that just hit the streets.

We have four fatalities, and God knows how many more to come.

Oh, and connect me with the Mayor, will you?

Yeah, I know, I know.

Tell him I'm sorry it's late, but we have a situation.

A very, very serious situation.

All told, there are 16 dead,

10 that are extremely critical,

and 40 more are still in hospital.

66 victims?

There was a time when I feared that it would actually be more.

And you don't know what it is?

We know it's cocaine based.

The victims that would admit to taking it

said that's what they bought,

but as for the toxin, no.

So, how can we help you?

Our narcotics boys found that there was a new shipment

dumped on the street last week.

It came from the Balkans

via a smuggling route through Paris, and ultimately Calais,

before crossing the channel to Dover.

There's a new shipment on its way now.

There's... there's no telling how many more would die.

Ongoing, cross-border, and organized.

I believe we can get authorization.

I also hoped McConnell could come over and help us here in the U.K.

For what?

A number of the victims were Irish.

Some of them are hesitant to talk.

Tommy might put them at ease.

If the Major doesn't mind, I don't.

It's a good idea.

Right. So, we're a go then?

I will need to talk to your narcotics team

and get the information on Calais.

I don't want to go in blind.

We will do our own investigation.

Complete autonomy.

Can we start with a list of all the victims, living and dead?

Of course. Anything else?

Not at the moment.

I'll see you soon, McConnell.

So, Tommy, chopper to London,

the rest of us, on a train to Calais.

That sounds like a musical. "The Train to Calais."

Tommy...

Hold on a second, Louis.

All of a sudden, Lennon's talking to you like you guys are best friends.

I mean, am I the only one whose bullshit meter is going up here?

Maybe he's come around. We've been through a few things now.

He strike you as the kind of guy who can change on a dime?

Well, even if he hasn't changed, I can handle myself.

I have no doubt about that,

but I still think you should go with back-up.

I appreciate it, mate, but you were at the party.

I'm 30 now. I'm all grown up.

Hickman wants to protect me.

From what?

The evil empire, the British one.

I told him I'd be just fine, thank you.

I'll meet you outside.

What's with her?

She baked the cupcakes for us.

And?

She found yours in the fridge this morning. Uneaten.

I told you I'm not much a birthday guy.

Well, you asked what was wrong with her.

You should apologize.

Why do I end up having to apologize for something

I didn't ask for or want?

Just eat the cupcake.

Now, that'd feel like giving in.

Eat the cupcake.

Chief Inspector?

Two more of the drug kids died this morning.

Time to get this sorted,

once and for all.

Nice office.

- Chief Inspector? - Thanks, Imogen.

- I'm not in it much. - Not much of a desk jockey, eh?

The field is where I feel more comfortable.

Yeah, well, you and I have that in common.

Well, if that's true, it's the only thing.

How's that?

I can't imagine having anything else in common with the likes of you.

- The likes of me? - Yeah,

a filthy pikey son of a bitch whose family flooded my streets

with poison and killed 18 young people.

You think my family did this?

And you're going to help me bring them down,

one way or another.

My family has nothing to do with drugs.

- Bollocks. - Never have and never will.

I've had that wanker brother of yours in my lock-up a dozen times,

higher than a kite. Real salt of the earth family man, that one.

I don't dispute he was pissed or on gear, but we don't deal drugs.

All it takes is needing a fix one night, and not having the money,

and you're a dealer. And that shite caravan camp your family calls home

is a perfect place to do it from, too.

Police don't even want to go there for fear of disease.

Maybe if you lot weren't so afraid, you'd start to see us as people.

Oh, not bloody likely.

Your brother killed 18 Brits, and he is gonna pay!

Spend as much time as you like on him, but Colin's not your man.

Can I count on you to act like a copper instead of a Traveller,

and help me?