“A little less conversation, a little more action, please,” sang Elvis Presley, even though he probably hadn’t spent the evening watching Netflix crime thriller Stranger . The shoot-’em-up police procedural is all very well, but might not always reflect real life too accurately. So if dour, long-faced reality is your bag, you can always depend on the latest Scandi-noir offering – or this, its South Korean cousin. Now in its second series, Stranger is still playing the long game with its audience, going down the intriguing plot route to justice rather than rushing to judgment via a handy shootout, car chase or firebombed courthouse. Which is fine, as long as you have the patience to follow the sometimes glacial narrative as it slides imperceptibly towards a conclusion. Is it worth investing an hour every Saturday and another on Sunday all the way into October? If your bag also embraces police-on-police murder made to look like suicide, sexual tension simmering on a low heat while trying to break through sedimentary layers of stereotypical national reserve and embarrassment, and beat cops taking bribes from the owners of squalid dive bars, then yes, indubitably. This time round the story begins on a fittingly foggy, damp night with the drownings of a couple of drunken students. “Beach closed” signs have been removed, but because they’ve been tampered with by a repulsively greasy, rich and well-connected couple no prosecution follows. After these relative fireworks, the lid of a whole oil drum of worms is slowly peeled back, while a new Police-Prosecution Council is convened to sort out who has jurisdiction over what. The can opener is wielded by that police show standard-bearer of truth, honesty, sobriety and other good habits, the socially awkward semi-hick disliked by all those with something to hide, especially his superiors. Bringing a perfectly judged, 40-watt charm to this leading role is bland-looking, raincoat-sporting Cho Seung-woo as taciturn prosecutor Hwang Si-mok, who can’t help but miss his own parties in pursuance of the perpetrator of the day. His arm’s-length admirer is senior inspector Han Yeo-jin (Bae Doona), who seems to be his only friend in this treacherous world of information leaks from police headquarters, thorny internal affairs and corruption reaching up (or down) to Seoul’s powerful family-run chaebol and ultimately the National Assembly. Their smiling enemies are many and every veiled threat and political minefield makes it seem unlikely they’ll ever be able to mete out justice … but, well, stranger things have happened. The Last Narc: Amazon Prime docuseries explores a casualty of US ‘war on drugs’ Meanwhile, back in the real world of the good guys and the seriously bad, Amazon Prime presents The Last Narc (series one now streaming), a fresh investigation into one of the most notorious episodes in the United States’ perennial “war on drugs”. In 1985, DEA agent Kiki Camarena, cover identity blown, was abducted, tortured and murdered on the orders of Mexico’s most ruthless drugs barons. But the story is incomplete because, according to documentary maker Tiller Russell, Camarena was killed at the overall behest of US intelligence operatives. This chilling, grimly fascinating four-parter proves just how difficult it was for those trying to beat back the tide of corruption when, according to one witness, a serving and a former Mexican president were seen “drinking and smoking freebase cocaine” with a drugs baron – between photo ops with US presidents, that is. For this tale of staggering human depravity Russell and his team have put together a cast of witnesses from both sides of an often fuzzy divide, all courageously speaking out despite personal mortal danger. Because the cartels are not going away anytime soon.