"That's the problem with corruption enquiries. There's always the danger you'll find some" - Gill Biggeloe.
When AC-12 are asked to investigate a deadly hijack of a police convoy resulting in the interception and theft of a large amount of heroin on its way to be incinerated we, the regular viewers, know that will be just the beginning of the story.
Series 5 of Line of Duty (BBC1/iPlayer - originally aired in March/April/May 2019), remarkably, ups the ante on the four previous seasons when Superintendent Ted Hastings (Adrian Dunbar), DI Kate Fleming (Vicky McClure), and DS Steve Arnott (Martin Compston) find themselves stumbling into a major, and highly confidential, undercover operation headed up by DS John Corbett (Stephen Graham).
Corbett, it appears, has either gone rogue or gone native (and Graham, of course, is an absolute master when it comes to playing men with troubled pasts dealing with their demons, he gives very good furrowed brow) and his introduction to the ongoing story of AC-12's mission to rid the police force of corrupt officers, and this seems almost beyond belief, manages to sew yet more confusion and obfuscation, intentionally, in the viewer's mind.
While, at the same time - and this shows just how clever the writing of Jed Mercurio and the direction of John Strickland and Sue Tully (yes, Michelle Fowler from Eastenders/Suzanne Ross from Grange Hill) is, ever so slowly enlightening us as to the true intentions of many of the people we have got to know over nearly an entire day's viewing of Line of Duty!
They're not all who you think they are. Corbett has won the trust of, and infiltrated, an organised crime group and is working with, or against, Lisa McQueen (Rochenda Sandall), Miroslav Minkowicz (Tomi May), and, hasn't he grown?, Ryan Pilkington (Gregory Piper) in a world of nightclubs, cocaine, gambling debts, automatic weapons, cliched biker gangs, black Range Rovers, and sex trafficking young women.
Maxwell Martin plays her brilliantly but, as ever, nobody can quite compete with Dunbar. It's hard to keep your eyes off him as he spars with various opponents both in and out of the office. He's even more compelling when events from his past come back to haunt him. He's the heart of a drama whose tentacle grip reaches out ever further in every direction as we wait, enthralled, for all these disparate strands to be neatly, or - more likely - very messily, tied up.
As the architecture of the story becomes ever more baroque we are unsure how to interpret even the most simple of gestures. When somebody leans back in their chair is that lean one of guilt, one intended to feign guilt, or one of celebration? Is a misspelt word intentional, is it an honest mistake, or is it a clue to a person's identity?
There are several moments in Line of Duty that genuinely chill the bone. The score hits a power chord when an H bomb is dropped, there's an impromptu medical visit that has dark ulterior motives, there's an eerie bedtime story of Chicken Licken read to children still unaware their father has been murdered, and there's an opening scene which involves a particularly imaginative and horrific act of duplicity.
There is sadness too, the look on a man's face when his wife of several decades tells him she's met someone else is heartbreaking, but it is for the unsettling revelations and the complex yet taut plot, now as labyrinthine as one of the maps that adorns the walls of an AC-12 interview room, that we keep returning. One more series to go. Now we're sucking diesel.
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