If Ted Hastings, that great adversary of police corruption, turns out to be a bent copper, I don’t know what I’ll do. Forgive him probably. Or simply refuse to believe it.
I was a bit late to the Line of Duty party, only arriving on the crime scene at the start of series four. Immediately after it ended, we went back and binged on seasons one to three. The show’s brilliance hardly needs repeating: great premise, marvellously convoluted plots, sofa-grabbing set-pieces and terrific characters.
And for me, Hastings is the king; the character I root for, whose authority and integrity cannot be dimmed however often they are challenged. Keep Arnott and Fleming; I’m with the boss.
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