DI Harry Batt is called upon to stop a spate of illegal sofa bouncing, and cope with sweeping changes to the police force.

Jamie Johnson is a kid with a dream. A dream and a talent which could take him all the way to the very top. It’s a story about handling your parents (or lack of them) and getting through school with your friendships and soul intact. And it’s about football; the mud, the blood, the passion, the tears and the jumpers for goalposts on a Sunday in the park when you play with every fibre of your being and nothing else matters.

A kilo of cocaine. Hardly what two small-time crooks were expecting to find when they broke into TV director Harold Roy's shabby mansion. But nor was Harold's frustrated wife expecting to fall in love with one of the intruders. Now she's going to make a deal with him - for both her husband and the drugs. But the precious powder belongs to someone else. And he wants it back. So if he feels he's been double-crossed, there's no telling what might happen. Detective Inspector Resnick has a hunch that there's more to this story than meets the eye. And as his investigations lead him down the mean streets of the TV industry and an inner-city drugs ring, it's obvious that more than one person is dancing on thin ice.