About halfway through the first episode ("Aftermath"), I decided that I had to see ALL four episodes. I hoped that the plotting, acting, directions, pacing, etc., would improve. Regrettably, that decision was yet another victory of hope over experience.
The plots of all four of the first season's episodes hover on a spectrum covering the mediocre, the implausible, the absurd, the grotesque, the ludicrous, the embarrassing, and the simpleminded. Feel free to insert ANY negative adjective into the above list-the producers certainly left plenty of room for unlimited severe criticisms.
Beyond the god-awful plotting, the dialog is stilted and contrived. It is as awkward as a version of Hamlet presented by self-conscious 8- and 9-year-olds. It is frequently and embarrassingly cringeworthy.
The acting is not nearly as good as the dialog. Stephen Tompkinson simply doesn't have the chops to interpret DCI Banks and Andrea Lowe doesn't have the chops to interpret a traffic signal. They combined lack of talent is compounded by their lousy chemistry, which is suggestive of an impatient, misogynistic auto mechanic trying to deal with a dotty woman whose car "makes a noise like a lot of safety pins in a jar." I have to assume that the episodes' directors hampered the talents of these actors, because it's unimaginable that they could have gotten as bad as they were on their own.
Do not waste time or electricity streaming or watching this very, very, very poor excuse for a British crime procedural. It's hard to believe that the same nation that produced "Prime Suspect," "Morse," and even "Endeavour" had the nerve to boil the tablecloth on which those superb crime dishes were served and then try to feed it to us a soup.