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INHALES DEEPLY,
SIGHS

GLENN: Hey, you.
Look, I'm sorry I had to run.

We've got a fatality at work,
and it's just me.

Roy has finally decided
to take a weekend off.

ARI SIGHS
'I'm glad.

'Cleo needs him around.'
Yeah. So, you're on lates again?

Yep.
SIGHS

Dreading it.

Down to two nurses on a ward of 20.

'That's breaking the safe ratio
right there.'

Er, look, Ari, sorry.
I've gotta go, OK?

All right.
See you in the morning. Bye.

Unidentified male,
approximately 20, 30 years old.

Stripped naked and washed up,
inside that barrel.

There's no ID.
So, cause of death?

Suspected broken neck.
Dead a couple of days.

But the plastic and the drum
have kept him reasonably intact,

away from predators.

But my guess is the gasses
from the body blew the lid.

Another thing, I can smell bleach.

Check out his eyelashes...
and his fingers.

All right. Let's get some lab work
on the body and the barrel.

And, er, let's find out
who supplied this.

Well done. Paula.

Leanna.

Carter.

Everybody into the van.

Laura.

You too. Let's move.

Don't worry, just stay close to me.

What's wrong with you?

Move. Not you.

Boss have something special for you.

Move.

For God's sakes, Poppy,

can you make sure the Champagne's
properly chilled this time?

Right, look, I've gotta go.

Where is he?
I've made pancakes.

I didn't think
he was going with you.

HE SIGHS
Nor did I.

I've got no time for pancakes.
Morning, sweetheart.

Is that what you're wearing?
It's my favourite shirt.

It's a corporate box, Frank.

It's a football match, Dad.

It'll be good.

We'll get to spend some time
together -

you, me, my VIP guests.

I would have killed for company
like that when I was 15.

I'm 16, Dad.

Frank.

DOOR SLAMS

Great start to the day (!)
You've outdone yourself.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

MARGOT SIGHS

Packed Bruno's bag.

He, er, likes the light left on
at night.

Helps with the bad dreams.

Thanks, Margot.

And thanks for letting me
have him this weekend.

How's Cleo?

Oh, you know.

Broken.
So sorry, Roy.

Nobody should have to lose a child.

Bruno! Come on.

That's it.

MARGOT CHUCKLES
You're OK.

Leave you to it.

Hey, Bruno.

Listen,
I've got a little surprise for you.

Just wait there,
I'll be back in a second.

OK, we're gonna go a little trip.

You're gonna love it. Follow me.

SIGHS

BABY CRYING DISTANTLY

MUFFLED CHATTER

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

OK.

Just tuck your shirt in,
for God's sakes.

Right, there it is again.
It's for your own good, Frank.

You don't speak to me, you don't
even look at me half the time,

but now you're stressing
about how I'm gonna look

in front of your posh mates?
We're here.

Look, you just don't get it, do you?

Look, I don't know why I thought
this was a good idea.

Frank, where are you going?
I've got good seats.

And there's no dress code.

You can't sit in the stand.
Yes, I can. I'll see you later.

Frank. Frank, just come back.

Hey.

DOORBELL BUZZES

HEAVY ROCK MUSIC
PLAYS DISTANTLY

What is this?

Take a seat.

INDISTINCT

Frank!

Noel.
Woi-oi.

You got away!
Come and join the cheap seats, dude.

He can totally shove
his corporate crap.

So, where are we going?

Let's go find someone
to buy us a pint.

Yeah?
Yeah.

NOEL CHUCKLES

'The train now arriving
at platform one

'is the 15:19 service to Brighton.'

DOORS BEEPING

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Morris.
'Mr Morris?'

I need you to listen
very, very carefully.

'Brighton Royal Football Club
will transfer £2 million

'into an agreed account
by the end of today's match.

'Otherwise, an explosive device
will detonate on the final whistle.'

Who is this?

Now, then - and this is
a really important detail -

do not evacuate the stadium
before the end of the match.

'Stopping play and evacuating

'will force us
to detonate the bomb early.

'Let the match play.'

Cheers, love.
'And pay the money.

'I'm quite sure that you will do
the right thing, Mr Morris.

'All those fans -
to lose just one...

'..would be such a tragedy.'

PHONE RINGS
DI Branson.

OK.

OK, right. Yeah, er, understood.

It's, er, reports
of a bomb threat at the stadium.

We need to go.

Nick, let upstairs know.
OK.

ANNOUNCER: 'Right, let's
all hear you and give a warm welcome

'to your home team,
the Brighton Royal!'

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Come on, Royals!

'And the starting 11 today...'

Let's go find the seats.
Mm.

FRANK BELCHES

'..Woodhouse.
Number four, Murray Smith...

'..and number seven, Wilson.'

Oh, it's about to start.
NOEL CHUCKLES

N4, N5. Sorry, guys.

Paramedics and fire brigade
are on standby.

Right. SO15?
On their way.

Say the whole thing could be a hoax.

There's zero intelligence on this,
no warning.

Where's Roy today?
At the match... with Bruno.

BREATHES SHAKILY

BREATHES DEEPLY

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

PHONE PINGS

PHONE PINGS

Oh, shit.

Patrick Morris,
head of stadium safety and security.

DI Branson. This is DS Bella Moy
and DC Nicholl.

Device in the stadium confirmed.

Looks like there's a Semtex
component, but I'm no expert.

How long will it take to evacuate?
Eight minutes.

But the caller
said she will detonate

the moment they see
the stadium clearing.

I can't risk it.
We have to let the match play.

Come on, come on.

Roy, we're at the stadium. Call me.

Excuse me, Mr Kavinda,
could you come with me, please?

I'm on my way to see Morris now.

We might need the rest
of the shareholders.

Just heard.

This is Kipp Kavinda,
one of our investors.

DI Branson.

So, what did they ask for? Money?
Two million.

You think we should pay?
It's not that simple.

Look, you pay this now,

and they could come back
for more and more.

Bloody bomb's about to go off
in a stadium full of 20,000 people.

Right, and this is what they want -
to create maximum panic.

Please, look, try to stay calm,
and let us do our jobs.

These are our fans out there.

Look, I understand.

Just give us time
to find the device.

PHONE BUZZES

Glenn.
Cleo. Quick question.

Roy's season ticket -
do you know where he sits?

'West stand, I think.'

Upper, erm...

Near the end of the row on the right
as you're facing the pitch.

You're a life-saver.
'Glenn, what's happening?'

CHUCKLES
Come on, what is it?

SIGHS
There's a bomb in the stadium.

We need to find Roy.

Shit.

Hey, hey, listen, I've got
a full team here with me, OK?

We will find him, I promise you.

No, it's... it's not... Glenn?
DISCONNECT TONE

SIGHS

Shit.

'I'm sorry, but the person
you've called is not available.

'Please leave your message
after the tone.'

Roy, erm, it's me.

Can you...
call me straight away, please?

PHONE BUZZES

Here we go.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Come on! Yes!

Told you. Told you.
Yeah.

Thirty goals last season.
BRUNO CHUCKLES

ANNOUNCER: 'The goal scorer,
number nine, Adam Dean!'

The video came through
to Morris's phone from a burner.

We're working on triangulating
it now.

But, listen... a male body turned up
on the beach early this morning

in a barrel.

Tested positive for traces
of peroxide and acetone.

GLENN SCOFFS

There's also signs of bleach
on his face and hands,

and there's no ID.

TATP.

If he'd been working
in a lab or a bomb factory?

Exactly. I mean, look,
if TATP is confirmed

as part of the explosive device
today,

it's a bit of a co-incidence, no?

No such thing.

Er, Bruno, this is Nick. He's gonna
look after you for a while.

Why are we leaving?

There's a work thing I need to do.

But you go with Nick,
and I'll see you very soon, OK?

This is Patrick Morris.
Detective Superintendent Grace.

We've got audio standing by ready
in case she calls again.

Any idea who could be doing this?
No disgruntled employees?

Anyone sacked recently?
Any threats in recent weeks?

Nothing.

OK, let's keep our eyes peeled
for any unusual behaviour.

Yes, Brighton!
Come on, Brighton!

NOEL LAUGHS

Bruno.

Hi, I'm Cleo.

You're gonna come with me, OK?

POLICE OFFICER: Yep, on my way.

Come on, quick, quick.

Cleo.

What are you doing here?
I'm getting Bruno out.

You shouldn't be here.
Please. Let me do this.

You can't get him out ahead
of 20,000 other people,

but I can.

Look, are you gonna try and stop me?

No. No, of course not.

Roy?

Yeah, yeah.

25 minutes left.
Red zones and gantries look clear.

For God's sakes, we have the money.

We've already said
we can't just hand it over.

I've called around.
All the key shareholders here.

If that bomb goes off, we won't
even have a club to worry about.

There's thousands of people
out there, Morris.

My son is out there.

PHONE RINGS

'Mr Morris?

'It looks like we will have
very little injury time,

'so we expect the money
to be transferred

'within the next 25 minutes, yes?'

We need more time. Please.

ROY MOUTHS
I need to make calls,

speak to lawyers, shareholders.

I can't sign this off -

not on my own,
not without discussion.

'25 minutes.'
OK.

Different number this time,
most likely another burner.

Let's get that recording analysed.

Glenn, you need to get back
out there.

Why did I have to leave,
but he stays?

Well, it's... it's his job.

It'll be OK. Roy cares a lot.

He cares about you too.
Is there going to be an explosion?

I don't know.

Bruno.

Oh.

Come on, Bruno, let me in.

SHE SIGHS

Come on, people. 17 minutes.

Roy, we need more eyes down here.

Everyone's up on their feet.
I can't see a thing.

Look for empty seats where
someone could have left something.

PHONE RINGS

'All systems go.'

Plug in the connecting cable,
then get out.

I can't do this.

You are doing it.

This way, you and your brother
get your freedom.

BREATHES SHAKILY

There's a couple
of empty seats here.

Her. What's she doing?

She's got something in her hand.

Where is this?
West side, 103 block.

It's a cable.

You stay here.
Don't let her out of your sight.

Calling all units.
West side, 103 block.

Female. 20s, maybe -
dark hair, ponytail,

Brighton Royal football strip.

Six minutes of injury time.
I'm on my way.

She's on the move.
Location of suspect?

Middle of west side. 103 stand.

Copy that.

I want you to vacate this row.

Suspect is heading past
the upper bar.

Out of the way!

Move!
Clear!

Move!
Clear!

Keep going, thank you.
Thank you.

Keep them to the side.
Keep them to the side.

Got it. We need EOD.

It's a block, a lightning cable.

There's a battery.

Could be TATP as a detonator
on a Semtex block.

There's a phone attached.

Keep into the side.
Keep into the side.

Can you stand to the side, please?

LOCK BUZZES

How long, Bella?

33 seconds.

BLOWS WHISTLE,
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

EXPLOSION

EOD TECHNICIAN:
'Ignition of TATP successful.

'Semtex neutralised.'

BREATHES HEAVILY

ROY EXHALES DEEPLY

Not quite the day off I imagined.

BOTH CHUCKLE
Sir!

We were lucky today.
Yeah.

You all right?

He sees the ball,
and he aims, and he shoots.

He... misses!
NOEL LAUGHS

Lay it up for me. Tee it up.

Yeah?
Here.

All right, you got it?
Yeah.

BOTH LAUGH

FRANK GRUNTS
Stop!

GRUNTING
Get off him!

FRANK SCREECHES
Stop! What are you doing?

NOEL YELLS,
FRANK GRUNTS

PHONE RINGS

Frank, for God's sakes,
just call me, OK?

PHONE BUZZES

Roy?

We found it.
'Thank God.'

Everyone's fine. I'm fine.

Erm...
SHE CLEARS THROAT

Bruno?

Bruno, it's OK. Roy's OK.

He's... He's fine.
He's gonna be home later.

Listen,
thank you for getting him out.

Pop downstairs.
I'll see you in a sec.

I'm... I'm glad I could help.

'How are you doing?
Is everything OK?'

Yeah, erm... Yeah.

I'll see you later.

I... I love you.
'Love you too.'

There, see?

Nick and I follow,
and then... then she's gone.

But look.

Whoa. That was some quick change.

Right. So, on her way out

she's ditched
the Brighton Royal strip.

Let's check CCTV from all businesses
in the surrounding area

and transport routes
to and from the stadium.

And release this image to the press.

It's done.
Get in.

Let's get you somewhere safe.
There are police everywhere.

You need to lie low.

Our passports.

Now.

There was a deal.
Just get in the car.

You owe me.
You're not done yet.

HE BREATHES SHAKILY

THUDDING

Search them.

Where is your phone?
FRANK: I don't know.

Where is your phone?
I don't know!

I must have dropped it, I swear.
Nothing.

OK.

Three... nines.

Two tens.
HE CHUCKLES

Cheat.

HE CHUCKLES

BOTH LAUGH

God, you are now
officially thrashing me.

Unbelievable.
SHE CHUCKLES

Cleo?
Mm?

Are you a mum?

I was.

For a bit.

Where did the baby go?

One two.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

We got one sighting of our bomber
on East Park Street.

Nothing since.

Yeah, we're having to check
every single camera in the city,

so that's a lot of footage.

GLENN CHUCKLES

How did she bring the device
into the stadium?

I mean,
some of those component parts

might have made it through security,
but not the Semtex.

Maybe she didn't.

Nick, check the employee roster
for the stadium.

Look for staff
who had just started

or didn't last long.

If part of that explosive device
was in the stadium already...

..somebody helped her.

All right, everyone.

We've got patrols across the city
throughout the night.

Let's get some sleep.

I want everybody back out there
first thing.

Hey.

I'll give it another half hour.

ROY SIGHS

Listen, I know you've got
a lot going on at the moment.

I was thinking
of getting a new recruit in,

just to help with the workload.

Are you saying I need a distraction?

I wouldn't dream of it.

But I might need you
to show them the ropes.

OK.

Have you heard anything from Norman?
Nope.

Well, I'd like to say that was him

trying to protect you
from it all, but...

Yeah, well,
we both know that's bollocks.

Go on, I'm fine.

SIGHS

SOFTLY: Hey.
Hey.

Are you OK?
Yeah, fine.

SHE SIGHS

I didn't wake you, did I?
No.

Roy, how do we do this?

Hey.

If you want, I could call
Sandy's parents to get him...

to pick him up in the morning.

No. No. It's OK.

I want to be there for him. I do.

It's just...

..a reminder of what I don't have.

Don't worry. He'll be home soon.
You need to do more.

You're too hard on him.
He's only a teenager.

That's not an excuse for everything,
Zara.

He's all we've got,
and we're losing him.

He's doing what kids do.

He was out till three last Saturday.
With who?

Do you know these new friends?
Do you have their numbers?

No, I'm calling the police.

No. Zara, they're out looking
for a bomber.

You know, we... we just had
an explosive device in the stadium.

I would imagine
that's their priority

over some moody teenager
who's been missing for a few hours.

RINGING TONE

'Sunt Kona. Lasa un mesaj.'

BANGING

Look at me. Don't worry.

I'm sure it will not take your daddy
long to part with his cash, right?

You shouldn't even be here.

They're after my dad's money.
I'm sorry.

I couldn't just let them take you.

Your dad will pay up, won't he?

Go back.

It's just a couple of Brighton fans.
Wait.

There.

What was that?

First one's just here.

And the second one
is just in that corner over there.

OK. Thank you for your time.
No problem.

Over there.

Morris says that Kipp Kavinda
is famously loaded.

Drives his Aston Martin
past the fans at every game.

So, if someone tries and fails to
extort money from a football club,

what do they do next?

Well, plan B.

They snatch the child of one
of the richest shareholders.

Who are those men?
We don't know yet.

We're working on it.

Digital forensics
got into Frank's phone.

There was a text
from a contact saved as Dalek

around eleven thirty.

"Escaped the box earlier
than planned. Wanna sit together?"

We're assuming that this is him.

Do you know him?
I... I've never seen him before.

Frank keeps himself to himself.
He doesn't bring mates home.

So, Frank was supposed to go
with you and sit in the box,

but he changed seats.

Why the change of plan?

We just... We had a row and...
just before the match.

We've got season tickets,
I wasn't worried.

And then... then the bomb threat
came in, I tried to call him.

Any recent threats,

any security risks?
PHONE CHIMES

Er, s-sorry, just excuse me.
I just...

Kipp? Kipp?

Kipp, please, is it Frank?

Mr Kavinda?

Er, it... er...

KIPP EXHALES

"Kipp, we have kidnapped your son.

"Pay £1 million
to this crypto account

"within two hours
if you want to see him again.

"Do not tell police."
SOFTLY: Christ almighty.

So we just pay them the money.

Listen, I strongly advise you
not to pay, OK?

It's crypto currency.
It's virtually impossible to trace.

You just won't get it back.
No.

No, no, no. Our money, our son.

It's a million pounds, Zara. I...

And I'd pay 10 million
if they asked for it!

SOFTLY:
I can't go through this again.

Sorry, excuse me.

SHE SNIFFLES

Sorry.
SHE SIGHS

No, no, not at all.

May I?

Do you have kids?

Er, a son.

Just a son.

It was a hit-and-run.

Kayleigh was 17.

Cycling up Lewiston Avenue,
and the motorist didn't stop.

TEARFULLY: The accident
has ripped this family in two.

I think losing Frank as well...

..would probably finish me off.

Oh, please find my son.

I will do everything I can.
I can promise you that.

Thank you.

SHE EXHALES SHAKILY

And?

DRITON SIGHS
Go and check again.

I keep going out there and checking.
It hasn't arrived.

You told them two hours, right?
Shut it.

They will pay.
Yeah.

The female who made the call
to the stadium was Albanian.

Both her calls came
from burner phones -

both dead now.

Forensic voice analysis
has also examined the call

for any background noise.

They've said
that there is zero evidence

that the caller
was inside the stadium.

So that means that the caller
and the bomber

were two different females.

So, we have our caller, our bomber,

our unidentified body
from the beach...

who, judging by signs of bleaching,

was somehow involved
in making of that bomb.

Yeah. Lab report's confirmed
analysis of the bomb's detonator

contained TATP
consistent with chemical traces

found on our unknown male.

Any ID?
No mispers matching his description.

DNA's not on the database.
Nothing on the prints. OK.

So, this is... ambitious stuff -

bombs, kidnapping.

It takes resources.

We need to find out
how these are connected.

Well, the Albanian community
can be tight-lipped,

but I'll check our intel.

And let's get a facial portrait

of our body from the beach mocked up
and circulating.

OK. Any more on how they might have
got the bomb into the stadium?

Yeah, employee records are back,

so I'm cross-referencing
all casual staff.

They hired a couple of new cleaners
in the last month or so,

but I'm still waiting
on some details.

Also, look into deliveries
of peroxide or acetone.

TATP is notoriously unstable.

That bomb did not travel far.

Excuse me.
Have you seen that person there?

Mm.
Sure?

Excuse me, sir. You don't recognise
this woman, do you?

Excuse me. Excuse me.
MAN: No, I don't know.

Do you recognise this woman?

Excuse me, sir. You don't recognise
this woman, do you?

No.
No? Not seen her around?

No.

Excuse me, madam. You don't
recognise this woman, do you?

Right, OK. Thank you.

BREATHES SHAKILY

PHONE RINGS,
BUZZES

Hey.

Dren, where are you?

'The whole country's
looking for you.'

Have you seen Kona?
He's not picking up.

'That's why I'm calling you.'

He didn't come back last night,
and people are asking questions.

Who's asking?
'Allegra.

'I don't know what to tell her.'

I can't talk about this
on the phone.

Can we meet?

Sure.

Why isn't your dad paying?

I don't know.

He's taking his time.
We don't have time.

You said Kipp Kavinda
would be an easy target.

Get out.
What now, huh?

Get out. That's enough.

I said that's enough. Come on.
Come on.

Stop. Hey!

No, get off him.
Stay there!

DRITON GRUNTS

Oi! I said stop hitting him!

DRITON GRUNTS
Stop hitting him!

I said stop!

In! In!
NOEL COUGHS

NOEL PANTS

What have you done?

NOEL SOBS

Laura?

Laura?

Here.

Laura, thank God.
Run.

MAN YELLS

DREN SCREAMS
Let me go!

Get off me!

DREN YELLS

Argh! Get off me.

DREN GRUNTS

Let me go.

There was a deal.

Our passports.

On and on about these passports.

If you leave with your brother now
for your fresh start...

..what do you think
is going to happen?

We've got her.

Come back! Come back!

We have an ID on Frank's mate.
So, his name is Noel Ludlow.

He's a new student
at Preston Grove College.

Now, apparently,
Noel and Frank have been inseparable

ever since Noel started.

Nickname - Dalek.

Noel texted me...

er... at five

to say he was staying over
with friends this weekend.

Can I see the message?

We know from CCTV that Frank
and your son were taken

before that text was sent.

So, either the message was sent
by Noel, under duress,

or by his kidnappers.

Do you recognise the boy Noel
was with, Frank Kavinda?

No. No. No.

Noel's moved school recently.

Made new friends.

We haven't...
We haven't met them yet.

Given you haven't received
a ransom demand,

there's a chance...

..that Noel was simply
in the wrong place at the wrong time

and the kidnappers didn't
originally intend to take him.

JOSEPH SOBS SOFTLY,
CLEARS THROAT

I... can't believe
this is happening.

We'll put you in touch
with a family liaison officer,

and they'll keep you posted
on all developments.

If you hear anything at all...
you must let us know.

We're doing everything we can
to bring your son home.

A van matching the black Vauxhall
was reported stolen three days ago

from a house in Lewes.

It's been given new plates.

See if we can track its route
before they switched the plates.

Guess what?
Kipp Kavinda's business?

He is on the verge of insolvency.

Now, his lawyer's
been encouraging him to file,

but he keeps ignoring their advice.

He's laid off six company staff
in the past few months,

and he's been in arrears
on Frank's school fees.

If he was struggling to stay afloat,
then why didn't he mention it?

Let's get a production order
on his company accounts,

and let's keep him
in the dark for now.

Report's just in
from the FLO at the Kavindas'.

Kipp's gone AWOL.

Get me a trace on his car.

PHONE CHIMES

Frank?

Frank?

They'll be here soon, all right?
Just stay with me.

"Your son will be so much bloodier.

"Pay up."

You could have jeopardised
the entire operation

by coming out here alone.

They told me to come alone.
Right? They said no police.

Try again.
You saw the state of that kid.

KIPP SIGHS
Every detail matters.

If you want us to find your son,
you have to tell us everything.

There's nothing. Right?

There's nothing to say,
I've got nothing.

Look, we know that you're
on the brink of insolvency.

KIPP SCOFFS

Swallow your pride, Mr Kavinda.

Your son has been kidnapped -
your son, your only child.

You want us to find him?

Then everything is relevant.
Everything is on the table.

You have to trust me,

but I also have to trust you,
Mr Kavinda.

You cannot lie about anything.

KIPP EXHALES DEEPLY

No-one knows.

All right? Not even Zara.

Since...
KIPP CHOKES A SOB

Since Kayleigh died,
I've not been at my best.

I've... I lost clients...
made bad investments.

I've... I've used my own money to
try and dig myself out of this hole

and borrowed more.

So now...

..I've... I've got no money left.

KIPP SOBS
I can't...

I can't save my own son
because I am completely broke!

Well, let's clone Kipp's phone.

I wanna see all his messages.

And let's put a rush
on his company records,

go through all his clients.

Anyone with the means of
orchestrating something like this.

FRANK BREATHES
SHAKILY

What have you done with him?

Drink.

There is still no money.

What about the boy?
He'll be fine.

One of us should go back
before we're missed.

You crossed a line.
Going back is risky.

And staying out here is risky.
Are you stupid?

Go.

Burn the van while you're at it.
There's petrol in the transit.

We probably drove for half an hour.

I was blindfolded at one point.

Couldn't see where we ended up.

Some kind of... barn.

They wore masks.

You didn't recognise their voices?

Did they speak
in any kind of overseas accent?

It was all about Frank.

Whether Frank's dad
was going to pay up.

One of them was getting
more and more stressed.

Then... just lost it.

Hit me.

Is there anything else
you can remember?

TEARFULLY: Mum, I can't.
I know.

I know. You're fine now.

Look, this, now, it's enough.
Please.

We appreciate how urgent this is,

but I think my son
really needs to rest.

Yeah, of course.
Thank you.

Thank you.

BREATHES SHAKILY

SOBS SOFTLY

OK, so, Noel Ludlow
was found at Hob's Dyke - here.

And the message they sent to Kipp
arranging the meeting

pinged phone masts in two areas -
here and here.

PHONE RINGS

Triangulation on the ransom texts
sent to Kipp Kavinda

correlates roughly
to an area around here.

DS Bella Moy.

Well, there's your search site.

Somewhere in there
is a very scared 16-year-old boy.

Get satellite searches of all farms
and derelict barns in that area.

We need to narrow it down.

Oh, OK, OK, calm down. Calm down.

The house is like hell.

We have to do things
to earn our keep...

..or families back home are harmed.

They know where my mother lives.

We are all trapped.

Zenith told me
that he'd been given a job to do.

He refused to do it.

What job?
I don't know.

Who asked him to do it?

We call him Baloz.

"Sea monster".

He's dead, isn't he?

Boss. I've got something.

OK, so, the satellite shows
two possible sites of interest

in the search radius -

one derelict barn,
one abandoned farm.

And get this,
within half a mile of both,

they found a burnt-out vehicle -
confirmed, black Vauxhall van.

Well, if they've ditched the van,
they'll need a back-up.

Search ANPR for vehicles travelling
in convoy with a black van.

We'll take the farm,

you get uniform out
to the other property.

If you just stand over there for me.

LAURA SNIFFLES

OK.

Do you wanna go?
Yeah.

Yeah.

'His name was Zenith Evangjeli,
fiance to Laura Kristo.'

Both live
in this modern slavery set-up.

She says
she doesn't know our bomber.

Do you believe her?

'Hm.
Well, she's petrified for sure.'

She told me Zenith was being forced
into a job that he didn't wanna do.

So, I'm thinking,

did Zenith refuse to plant the bomb,
and it got him killed?

Well, if our bomber
was under duress,

it might explain why she dropped
the gloves in the stadium.

But Laura says
there's someone at the very top.

They call him Baloz -
the sea monster.

PHONE BUZZES
Hang on.

The search warrant for the slave
house has just come through.

Take armed back-up.

Great.

Just heard from uniform.

Your barn's clear.
There's nothing there.

Is this helping?

I think
it's just re-traumatising him.

I don't want my son here any longer.

I understand this is an ordeal,

but your son
might have vital information.

Our priority
is to prevent loss of life.

KNOCKING AT DOOR
Armed police! Answer the door!

OFFICER OVER RADIO:
'Looks pretty quiet.

'No vehicles in sight.'

This is it.

Let's move in.
ARMED OFFICER: Strike! Strike!

Armed police!
POLICE YELL INDISTINCTLY

On to your knees, stay on the floor.
Stay. Stay where you are.

BABY CRIES
Get down on your knees. Hands up.

Clear!

Roy.

It's gotta be Frank's.

Hey.

These are fresh. Heavier than a car.

Someone got out of here fast.

I'll get some casts made up
of these tracks.

See if we can narrow down
the kidnappers' back-up vehicle.

Let's get this place sealed off,
get forensics down here.

PHONE RINGS

Bella?

Got multiple
Eastern European nationalities here

living undocumented.

And we found a number of fake IDs.

Residents also confirmed

that our bomber lives
at the address with her brother.

Any signs of bomb-making?

We're tracking all acetone
and peroxide purchases,

but nothing has been delivered
to this address.

OK. Let's see if we can get
a photograph of Zenith from Laura.

Show it to chemical suppliers,
wholesalers.

'See if we can jog
someone's memory.'

If we can find
where they made the bomb,

we may find Frank.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

PHONE CHIMES

PHONE CHIMES

We've been going through
Kipp's portfolios.

Now, one particular account
that Kipp was working with

was called Merida Blue.

The same company owns
the worker's house Bella raided.

So Baloz could be behind
Merida Blue? Yeah.

And Kipp Kavinda was investing
huge amounts of money for him?

Exactly. I mean, the question is
did Kipp do it knowingly?

Well, if Kipp was tangled up
in organised crime

and lost them a tonne of money,

it makes sense that Baloz
was behind the bomb threat

and then had Frank kidnapped.

We need to review
Kipp's communication.

Anything that gets us...

PHONE BUZZES
..closer to Baloz.

KNOCK AT DOOR
You need to see this.

We just received partial images
of two cleaners

who worked at the stadium
a few days before the bomb scare.

Both had started recently.

We sharpened up the images,
and look here. It's Laura.

Zenith's fiancee.

Bring her in.

I thought it was drugs.

Not part of a bomb.

I swear. I didn't look inside.

I never look inside.

And my work makes it possible
for some of the older people

to stay in the house.

It feeds them. Keeps them safe.

I cannot ask questions.

Ever.

Zenith made a part of the bomb
called TATP somewhere.

Was it out of town?
Was it somewhere he'd been before?

It wasn't far.

In Brighton, I think.

When he came home...

..his eyelashes were...

Laura, when you worked
at the stadium as a cleaner,

were you ever told
to bring peroxide home?

Who are these people?

We know they're brother and sister.
We know they lived at the house.

We need their real names.

That's Dren and Kona Dashvilli.

Where are they now, Laura?

Come on.

All I know is Kona is gone
since the day of the bomb.

No-one has seen him.

And Dren...

Baloz's people... they took her.

We suspect that Baloz might be
connected to the kidnap of two boys.

Do you know anything about this,
Laura?

You said Kona was missing.
Could he be involved?

What kidnap?

I don't know anything
about any kidnap.

Laura, a boy's life
is in danger here.

We need to know why
these two boys were taken.

Do you recognise them?

I know him.

That's Baloz's son.

What are you doing?

Joseph?
We're getting out of Brighton.

All of us.

I need you to be ready.

You're out of your mind,
coming here.

I've been trying to call you.
I dumped my phone after the bomb.

Obviously. We agreed no contact.

Where is he?
Where the hell is my son?

I don't have your son.

I've got the police
crawling all over me.

I am two million down thanks to you,

and there is serious dissent
in my ranks.

No, you're lying.
You lie about everything.

You told me the bomb would be fake.

It was never gonna be fake!

You told me
that bomb would pay me back.

"Club's got more money than sense,"
you said.

"They won't risk the lives
of their fans," you said.

Look, I am sorry they didn't pay up.
I tried everything. But...

Please, just...
just give me back my son.

Joseph, please, tell me where he is.

That bomb was your last hope.

And it failed.

If you don't have my money...

..it's over for you.

Now get out of my face,
or I swear to God I will end you.

So, we've been reviewing all
of his call logs and movements,

and look at this.

I've got Kipp on his phone
during the match on CCTV here.

1:41pm.

On his call logs,
he made calls at 1:25 and 1:55.

We couldn't find any hints of
threats or suspicious communication

on any of his emails or messages.

He's got a second phone.

And one guess who he was talking to.

He's been playing us
this whole time?

ROY EXHALES
You take Ludlow. I'll take Kipp.

KNOCK AT DOOR,
APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

We have a warrant
for your husband's arrest.

Joseph isn't here.

Well, we're gonna have to
search the property.

Please.
Haven't we been through enough?

We're not asking
for your permission.

I owe Joseph Ludlow £2 million.

At first, I... I thought he was a
property developer, but I was wrong.

You were investing funds
for a criminal

whose enterprise was built
on modern slavery.

I had no idea how corrupt he was.

But then my whole portfolio
collapsed, including his money.

I liquidated everything, but...

..it wasn't enough to pay him back.

And when he found out
his funds were gone,

and I had no way to get them back...

..he threatened my family.

So Ludlow... blackmailed your club,

planted the bomb in order to extort
the money he was owed,

is that correct?

He had help.

From the inside.

You knew about the bomb?

HE GRUNTS

We planned it together.

I was... I was convinced
the club would pay up, OK?

And you took our son
into that stadium?

He told me the device would be fake.
I-I...

I would never
have taken Frank to the stadium

if I thought it was real.

The phone call I got at 2:21
was when I realised it was.

I had no idea how dangerous he is.

Why did he kidnap Frank
if he knew you had no money?

I don't know. But he...

he mentioned something
about a revolt in his ranks.

I'm telling you this.
If that man...

..feels wronged by anyone,
he is capable of terrible things.

And I know he has Frank, so...

BREATHES DEEPLY
..please, find our son.

Please, there... there's...
Zara, I...

I-I know this is all my fault but...

Zara?
Mr Kavinda.

You do not leave this house.

There is an officer
stationed outside.

Any more communication
from Joseph Ludlow,

I want to know about it,
you understand?

You're facing multiple charges
already. Don't make it worse.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

We searched the house.
Joseph Ludlow's gone.

But I've put out an all ports
and alerts on all his vehicles.

The bomb threat and the kidnap
are not connected

in the way
that we thought they were.

Ludlow knew
that Kipp Kavinda was skint,

so taking Frank
would have made no sense.

I don't think the kidnap
was part of his plan.

But someone tipped off
the kidnappers at the barn.

It's like they knew
that we were coming.

That had to have been Ludlow.

He was edgy at the barn, certainly.
He couldn't wait to get away.

But what if that was because he
realised that it was his property,

and the kidnap was an inside job?

Ludlow told Kipp
there was dissent in the ranks.

That his men had made mistakes.

So, if Ludlow's son was taken
and beaten by his own men,

what does he do next?

Be out for revenge.

I want every property
that Joseph Ludlow owns

turned upside down.

Personal effects, everything...

We need to find his men and Frank
before he does.

You've got some explaining to do.

Why's my son ended up
with stitches on his face?

How did he get dragged into this?
I-I-I don't know, that was Kona.

I didn't realise Noel
knew Kavinda's son.

It was Kona
that shoved him in the car.

He's-He's crazy. He lost it.

He dragged him out of the barn
and beat him.

I... I said
you would come after him.

The worker's house has been raided.

Dren's face is everywhere,

and that barrel should have been
on its way to Bruges by now.

I'm assuming that was Kona's
other little act of rebellion.

I think so.
I don't know, I don't know.

Please. Boss, I...

Where's he taking
Kipp Kavinda's boy?

They were still at the barn
when I left.

Try again. I was just there.
The police have raided it.

Of all places you use,
you use a barn that I used to own?

I'm sorry, boss.
I-I-I'm really... I...

All right. All right, shut up.
Yeah.

Here's what's gonna happen, right?

You're gonna help me
find that little shit Kona.

Nobody messes with my kid
and gets away with it.

I'll do anything, boss. Give me
your phone you've been using.

You help me clear up this mess...

..you might just save yourself.

Why are you doing this?
Stop asking questions.

PHONE CHIMES,
BUZZES

OK. We go.

PHONE CHIMES

Hey.

MAN: OK.

Where are we?

You're going to meet my sister,
Dren.

You have to tell her
I've being treating you well.

Don't worry. This will be over soon.

BOTH GRUNT

TOOL CLANGS

DRITON GRUNTS

Get him out.

FRANK GRUNTS
DRITON: Silence.

FRANK AND DRITON GRUNT

FRANK: Mr Ludlow, come on, please.
The water is gonna rise. Just...

Please. Please, Mr Ludlow.

YELLING: Help! Help!
Hey, hey. Hey!

Shh. Just relax, it's easier.
Just be easier.

Doesn't give a shit about me.
Just relax.

Just relax. Just relax. OK.
I tell you what, let's get a pic.

A pic for your dad.
Yeah, take the photo.

Then we get out,
and we go up, and...

Shh, shh, shh. That's it.
That's better. That's better.

Little smile for your dad.
Beautiful. OK.

Tell you, he's a piece of work,
your dad, isn't he?

FRANK GRUNTS
Isn't he? So weak.

You know, so vain.

FRANK GRUNTS,
GASPS

There you go.

We have our first photograph
of Frank.

The message was sent to Kipp

from the same phone
as the previous messages,

but without the request for money
this time.

It's a threat to life. It's revenge.

Ludlow's caught up
with the kidnappers.

Yeah.
And now he's got Frank Kavinda.

Where are we with triangulation?

The signal's been bouncing
between the towers.

If Ludlow's got that phone,
he's continuously on the move.

We're trying to pinpoint it. You
were right about the convoy, boss.

So, we've trawled
all traffic camera footage

of the black van
before it was torched.

Every time we see it on the night
before the kidnap, it's travelling

near a silver transit consistent
with the tyre prints at the farm.

It's stolen plates.
There's your back-up vehicle.

We need to track it down.
Find Frank.

HE GRUNTS,
BODY THUDS

DREN: Allegra, please, no.

I'll do whatever you want.

I won't say anything.

Allegra!

WHISPERS: Please.

Oh, no, no, no.

BREATHES HEAVILY,
WHIMPERS

SHE GRUNTS

SHE GRUNTS

SHE GRUNTS,
FLAMES ROAR

SHE COUGHS

STRAINED BREATHING,
COUGHING

SHE COUGHS

KONA YELLING: Help! Help! Help me!
I'm inside!

YELLING: Kona?
I'm alive! Please! Help!

Let me out! Let me out! Hey!
Kona!

HE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE,
SHE GRUNTS

SHE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

Dren! Dren!
HE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Dren!
SHOUTS IN OWN LANGUAGE

Dren!
CONTINUES SHOUTING

Dren!

SCREAMS: Kona!

GLASS SHATTERS

SCREAMS: No!

GRUNT

STRAINED GRUNT

This was found in Noel's room.
It's tucked inside a book.

It's a selfie of Noel with a guy.

Now, we've compared it

to the fake IDs of Kona's
from the workers' house.

It's him.

That's Kona.

At the barn,
we thought Noel was traumatised.

He was stalling.
He must have tipped them off.

Noel was the only person

who knew where Frank would be
after that game.

I mean, it's Noel.
He led him into a trap.

We've got a fire at an old factory
on Collingdean Lane.

Emergency services are on site.
People are trapped inside.

Did you say Collingdean Lane?

That's one of Ludlow's places.

Dren. Dren.

We are at Newhaven Pier,
but listen to me,

do not come here,
he's destroying everything.

My brother is dead because of him.
'Dren, he has a boy. Do not...'

Boss, please.

I-I did everything you asked!
Please. I... I... Boss.

I-I just... I don't know.

DRITON WHIMPERS

DRITON GASPS

CHOKES

PHONE RINGS,
BUZZES

Bella.
We've got an ID. It's Kona.

No other bodies.

We've found evidence
of explosive material.

I think we've found
our bomb factory.

'Any sign of Frank,
or the other kidnapper?'

No.

A woman matching Dren's description

just took off
on a stolen motorbike.

We're working on the location.
OK. Keep me posted.

Will do.

He can't be dead.

I'm sorry.
Kona drove me everywhere.

We became friends.
He told me about his life.

How my dad terrorised him
and all the other workers.

Was your plan to help them escape?

NOEL BREATHES HEAVILY
It's OK.

We was only going to be gone
for one night.

Long enough to get the money.

My dad was never
supposed to know I was there.

That's why
we sent the text to my parents.

You let us believe that you
were in grave danger, Noel.

They beat you up.
That wasn't part of the plan!

Everyone knows Frank's dad is rich.

We thought he'd pay up quickly,
but he didn't.

That's when Driton
completely lost it.

You had your friend kidnapped.
You put him through hell.

Now you need to tell me
everything you know, right now.

It's OK.
You tipped off the kidnappers.

There must've been a plan.

Look, we think your dad has caught
up to the kidnappers and has Frank.

So, where were they taking him?

YELLING: I swear,
I don't know where Frank is!

Noel, Frank's life
is in real danger now.

OK? We've just pulled Kona's body

from a burning building
that your father owned,

and we think
Dren has only just come out alive.

Dren was with him?
NOEL BREATHES SHAKILY

She might know where he is.
Call her. Now.

PHONE CHIMES

Noel?

NOEL: 'Dren. So sorry.'

So sorry. I just wanted to help.
I didn't think anyone would be hurt.

What are you saying?

'What happened to Kona.'

It's my fault.

I made him do it.

We were trying to get you both out.

'Your father did this to Kona,
not you.'

Kona adored you.

Called you his little brother.

Where are you?

Are you safe?
You don't need to worry about me.

We've got a location.
She's at Newhaven Port, East Pier.

COUGHS,
SPLUTTERS

SIREN BLARING

FRANK COUGHS

GUNSHOT,
BOTH GRUNT

TOOL THUDS,
HE GROANS

SHE GRUNTS,
HE GROANS

I've got him. You go.

He's got a pulse.

Come on. Come on!

BOTH GRUNT,
HE MOANS

Dren, no!
I need you to throw the gun.

That boy down there, Frank.
He's gonna drown.

FRANK SPLUTTERS
He needs me to help him.

I can't do that
if you've got a gun in your hand.

Please. Just throw the gun.

GUN CLICKS
He killed my brother.

I know.

I know. But think.

That boy is somebody's son.

Nobody else needs to die.

Please.

Just throw the gun.

SPLUTTERING

FRANK COUGHS

SIRENS APPROACHING

Nick, quickly, come on.

Stay with him.
YELLING: We need a paramedic.

Have you got him?
I've got Ludlow. No sign of Dren.

NICHOLL: Here. Quick.

ROY PANTS

EXHAUSTED BREATHING

TYRE SCREECHES,
SIREN BLARES

OFFICER: Armed police! Armed police!
Get out of the car!

Turn around,
put your hands on the car.

Hands on the car.

Frank! Oh!

Are you OK? Are you OK?

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.
KIPP: Hi.

Hi...

CUFFS CLICK

I'm sorry. I am...
I'm so sorry for everything. OK?

It's OK, Dad. It's OK.

What's going on?
It's OK. You're OK.

Wait, no. What's...? What's...?
It's gonna be fine. OK?

CUFFS CLICK

It's OK.

I had to do something, Mum.

For the people in that house.

For you.

SHE MOUTHS

Come on.
POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Your mum loved that fish.
She won him at a fair.

She called him Marlon.
Marlon?

Hm.

He doesn't have many friends,
but he seems to like you.

You can look after him if you want.

Needs feeding. Wanna do it?

MARGOT: Come on.

SIGNAL CROSSING CLANGS

I feel like I've been operating
from behind a pane of glass.

But having Bruno to stay,
I... don't know... felt useful.

More than useful.
You were a friend to him.

He's a friend to me.

He held my hand yesterday.

He hasn't done that to me yet.

I... I don't want to hide
from what's happened.

Never do that.

But...

..this... void, this loss.

Losing our baby.

The reminders are everywhere.

And you're back at work.
Saving lives.

I feel stuck.

I miss having a purpose.
Something I can fix.

You're ready to go back?

Yeah.

Good.

Good.

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