With shootings, raids and meltdowns galore, its all hotting up now and everyone is in too deep
Spoiler alert: this blog is for people watching series five of Line of Duty (it also contains spoilers from earlier series). Don’t read on unless you have watched episode three.
And breathe. I don’t know about you lot, but I found the final third of that episode – the raid on the Eastfield Depot, DS Corbett’s meltdown and his subsequent arrival at Mrs Hastings’ house, Arnott’s badge in hand – almost unbearably tense. As the series heads for its final three episodes, I’d say the foot will be firmly on the pedal.
The good guys
Oh Ted. Just when I was beginning to laugh at all the ways the good Superintendent was beginning to resemble a cheap pantomime villain – and thus clearly not the bad guy – he goes and bubblewraps the computer before hiding it in a repair shop. While I still doubt he’s the guy giving the instructions to the gang, I am curious as to what exactly he’s hiding.
Has he done a dodgy deal with the former cop? Or is there something even more nefarious going on here? Or – and I’m definitely reaching now – is Lisa McQueen AC-12 undercover (there would be a vacancy, now that Kate is DI) and is Ted communicating with her through the laptop, having kept it quiet from everyone except those who need to know?
If Ted’s work life isn’t exactly looking rosy, his personal life is even more problematic – and not only because Corbett has probably taken his wife hostage. The poisonous dinner with Gill Bigelow was a cleverly scripted dance in which Bigelow (the excellent Polly Walker) repeatedly stuck the stiletto in while poor Ted looked completely bamboozled, before going on to have her very wicked way with him.
If we know one thing about Hastings it’s that he’s not a political animal (another reason why he’s low on my list of suspects for kingpin). Bigelow, on the other hand, very much is and she’s clearly manoeuvring Ted round to the position where AC-12, and him in particular, will end up carrying the can.
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