All language subtitles for Trigger Point 301

MAN ON RADIO:
'Control to all call signs.

'We have a suspected IED
on wasteland

'off Grayson Avenue, Southwark.'

WOMAN: 'Received, Control.
EXPOs en route.'

SIREN BLARES

OFFICER: 'Trojan 1 SE,
moving into position.'

SIREN BLARES

WHINING IN HEAD

Wash. Wash?

Lana.

You good?

Yeah.

All right, let's go.

What we got?

Call came in half an hour ago.

Witness saw the vehicle park,
driver get out, face covered.

And then he set something up.

We have good reason
to suspect it's a device.

Who's the driver?

We don't know. The owner
reported it stolen last night.

Anyone else in the vehicle?

Er, DS Morgan?

What's the latest
on inside the vehicle?

We've gone as far as we can
with the drone.

We can't see anyone, Sir. OK.

ECM good to go.
Great. Thanks, Danny.

Do you not want a search team?

Well, you've got
three operators here.

You might as well use us.

Plus, we need to break in
the new kid.

All right? Hey.

Richard Manning. DCI Amar Batra.

Rich, go easy on him.
He's just had a promotion.

Oh, congratulations
on the promotion, Sir.

Thank you.
Although I hear your predecessor

tried to blow up
the Home Secretary,

so, er... stiff competition, no?

He actually wasn't my predecessor.

SHE CHUCKLES Ignore him.

OFFICER:
'Trojan 1 to Bronze Command.

'EXPO team approaching vehicle.
Be on the lookout.'

Received.

So, EXPO 5, what's the plan?

Box out around the cab,
look for any wires or booby traps.

Try not to die.

Yeah, I like that plan.

Possible marker.

Trojan 1, EXPO 5.
You have the high ground here.

My location is southwest
of the suspect vehicle

from your position.

Can you see anything
we should be worried about, over?

EXPO 5, Trojan 1.
Nothing from my position, over.

'Keep moving.'

Clear.

Find. PIR.

Ten metres off the south side
of the cab, pointing towards it.

Keep moving.

'EXPO 8, proceed with caution.'

Find. Another one here.

About ten metres northeast
of the cab.

No attempt to hide it.

Bronze Command.
Two movement sensors.

It's a perimeter.

'We can't proceed
without triggering them.

'Explosive device highly likely.'

Confirm the presence
of a possible IED to HQ.

Hold positions.

EXPO 1, are you OK?

MAN: Hey!

CAT A, CAT A, someone's in the cab.
Help!

Help! Help!

Get me out!

Right, I couldn't hear
what he was saying,

and we weren't gonna open
any doors or windows, so...

OK, let's get a radio to him.

Is it not our priority
to get him out first?

Well, he could be on a watch list.
Yeah.

Or he could be trying to bring us
in closer before he detonates.

What are the CTSFO
vantage points on this? This...

I'm gonna go back out there,
and I'm gonna talk to him

while I look for the device
because that's the quickest way.

Unless you have a problem with that,
Sir.

Yeah. Yeah, great.

Lana. Test kit.

Oh, cheers. Right.

Batra has requested
you take a radio in the bag.

It's for an emergency.

Did you take a proper look
at the PIRs? No, not really.

Well, they look like cheap shit.
Well, I wouldn't trust them.

Just stay behind the tailgate
even if you neutralise the sensors.

Well, I might not have a choice.
Right, you're good.

BREATHES SHAKILY

MAN: Come on. Come on.

'Get on with it.'

MAN BREATHES DEEPLY

'What are you playing at?
Come on, get a move on.

'Hurry up.'

BEEP

'Live sensor confirmed.
Deactivating now.'

SHE SIGHS
Right, now for your mate.

'Perimeter neutralised.
Approaching rear of the vehicle.'

Get back.

Get back. OK.

OK. I need to access the rear
of the vehicle safely.

Yeah, yeah.

We should have sent a robot in.

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY

Right. Come on.

MAN GROANS

The doors are unlocked.
Do not leave the cab.

What's going on?
Can you get me out?

Hang on a sec, I can't hear you.

There we go.

I... I can't die here. Please.
You're not gonna die, OK?

If you listen to me,
listen to my instructions,

you'll be fine, OK? OK, OK.

OK, what's your name? I'm Ned.

Ned, I'm Lana.
Is this device your idea?

What? No.

No, I...

I was out for a walk, and he...
he must have come up behind me.

Who's he? I... I don't know.

I woke up and saw you lot.
I can't explain it.

Shit. It's the weight.

OK, Ned? Yeah.

Are you really still? Yeah.

Stay like that.

OK. You're moving!

CREAKING Sorry. Sorry.

That's great. Ned, please,

if you can just stay as still as you
can for me so I can work, OK? OK.

OK. You're sitting on
a very sensitive set of scales.

Have you got any family, Ned?

Er, no, no. No family at all?

Er, no immediate.

No immediate family.

Keep staying still.

DEVICE BEEPS

You're doing great.

BEEPING STOPS

Oh, my God.

Ned. Yeah.

I need to step away
from the vehicle for a minute.

You need to stay still.
That's the deal.

What? Hey!

No! Where are you going?

Hey! Why? Hey!

Bronze Command, EXPO 1.

OFFICER: 'Go ahead, EXPO 1.'
We have a grey flag.

'A what? You broke up, EXPO 1.'

Chemical weapon. There is
a chemical weapon in the cab.

OFFICER: 'Anyone who doesn't need
to be here,

'move back to two-zero-zero!'

WHINING IN HEAD

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

OFFICER: 'Trojan 1, Bronze 2.

'Witness has reported seeing
a suspicious individual

'enter fourth floor
of office block to the northeast

'30 minutes ago.'

Received. Trojan 2, move to engage.

OFFICER: 'Copy that.'

Armed police! Police!

Nobody move!

Moving out. Armed police!

Clear! Two clear!

Hallway clear!

Room clear.

OFFICER:
'Trojan 2, no visual on suspect.

'Fourth floor is clear.'

Trojan 1, received, over.

NED: Why'd you get rid of your suit?

Look, I'm gonna level with you,
Ned, OK?

Part of the device is designed
to release gas into the cab.

Gas?

Right. And the other part?

That's the bomb, which will trigger
if you get out of the cab.

Let's just say the lighter I am,
the quicker I work,

and the bomb suit wouldn't
protect me from the gas anyway.

Jesus Christ.

Right.

The bomb was wired to the PIRs.

It can still be triggered
by the weight of the cab.

My money's on the chemical weapon
being powered by the cab,

but I won't be able to manual it.

So what triggers the gas?

'What are you saying?

'There is something you can do,
right?'

Why won't you answer me?

Ned, listen to me.
I'm having a shit day, OK?

I have done way too much work
in that bomb suit

for someone on the wrong side of 40,
I've got a banging headache,

and I'm trying to focus
on getting you out of here alive.

So just... just shut the fuck up.

How long is it gonna take?!

I'm sorry, Ned,
do you have somewhere to be?

Ned, is there a time pressure
you're not telling me about?

He said he'd blow it up at midday
if I don't...

If you don't what?

Ned, if he has control,

then there needs to be
some sort of remote

that would allow him
to detonate at midday.

The clock. Shit.

The clock must be the timer.

What does he want from you, Ned?
What do you know? Tell me.

There's no-one else coming?

Ned, what are you not telling me?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I told him I was sorry.

He wouldn't believe me.

'After everything I did,
he said I deserved it.

'Wasn't my fault.'

I did a terrible thing.

'I knew.

'I didn't care
about the consequences.'

Right, the weight can go up
but can't go below.

How heavy are you?

What?
I need to increase the weight.

Do you know how much you weigh?

Oh, 12, 12-and-a-half stone.

OK, so just under 80 kilos?

Yeah, I think, yes.

Three, five, four plus eight.

What are you doing?

The device is designed to stop
you leaving, so I'm adding 80 kilos.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Not enough.

Wait! No! You said you were
12-and-a-half stone.

I did, but...
The trigger's not the door.

It's your weight.

Now isn't the time to shave off
a few pounds. You are or you're not.

Get out of the cab.

I can't. It won't trigger the device
getting out of the cab,

but I can't stop the timer.

Can't. Ned, get out!

57! Fall back, fall back!

58!

ELECTRICAL WHINING

BEEPING

Gas! Gas!

Up, sir!

Get up! Move. Go. Cover your face.
Come on. That's it, here we go.

OFFICER: Wash, resi!

No-one's claimed responsibility yet.

They've got a PIR on each door

and a weight-controlled device
connected to the explosives.

Is that right? Yeah.

EOD neutralised
the weight-controlled device

about an hour ago.

What do you think?
Improvised or commercial explosives?

Just looks like slurry to us.

It's sophisticated.
They knew what they were doing.

The chemical weapon
ran off the EV clock. Hm.

Well, Porton Down
have got the samples,

so we should know what it is soon.

He didn't want the passenger
to get out,

and he didn't want anyone
saving him.

Well, that's love for you.

SHE CHUCKLES

Have you spoken to Wash yet?
No, that's where I'm headed next.

I'll come.

Whoever's behind this,
they were listening via that radio.

They used a clear channel
to bypass our ECM.

What were they listening for?

Thanks.

Oh.

POP MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

HE LAUGHS

Did you have to put up with this
in Afghan?

Thankfully not as much
as Wash had to.

Wash and me did two tours together.

And she still gave you the job
after seeing all of this?

Well, what can I say?

Voice of an angel,
arse of a gymnast.

RICHARD LAUGHS

MUSIC STOPS Ladies.

Oh, it's your boss we're after,
mate.

You can let your tummy out.

LAUGHTER

How can it be "Confess or die"?

I couldn't see any way
for the bomber

to control the device remotely.

That's cos there wasn't one.

Right, so he wanted him dead
no matter what.

The bomber would have been close.

The radio he was using to listen in
on had a range of three kilometres.

And have you spoken to Ned?

I mean, he won't say a word.

As soon as we got him
to the hospital,

he completely shut up shop.

He won't even talk
with a solicitor present.

But who's to say he even knows?

What if he's just the victim
of some crackpot...

No. He said
he'd done something terrible.

He knew the killer, I'm telling you.

Well, the gas was
a non-persistent chemical weapon.

It's a blood agent
called cyclochloride.

And is that easy to get hold of?
I think he made it himself.

Does that fit with what you saw?
Yeah.

The style was home-made, but smart.

Well, I'll head to CTHQ,
update DCI Batra.

All right. Cheers. See you in a bit.
Yeah.

I'm gonna head back to the lab,

get a look at the device
as it comes in.

Are you going now?
Yeah, why? Is there something else?

Erm, yeah, I just want you
to talk me through this gas.

Erm, well, it's got a cyanide base,

so you could extract it
from natural sources.

Cherries, plums, apricot stones,
that sort of thing.

Grind it down, boil it,
evaporate it.

It's GCSE stuff, really.

Oh, is it?
Where did you go to school?

Oh, I was taught by nuns, mate.
They're basically unionised witches.

THEY CHUCKLE

Erm, Sonya, I need my kit bag back.

Do you know when I'm gonna get it?

No. Haven't they given it to you?
No.

Oh, well, I'll get Forensics
to send it over.

Cheers. You all right, though?

Yeah. Yeah, good.

Look, I saw how you
got that guy out.

Not many people
could have done that.

Hmm. Not many?

Oh, my God. Not many?

The head on you.
Well, I'm just saying.

LAUGHTER

Easy. Oh, no, no.

Is that it?
I think I'm gonna puke.

And that is an Irish car bomb.

I hate you. I love you.

See, the thing about divorce is...

Oh, God, here we go.
No, listen, hear me out!

Look, what you get is freedom.

You know, for years,
I had to check in every day.

But now I'm the boss.

Not at work you're not. Granted.

Don't you have
two teenage daughters?

Yeah, ours are militant,
and they're seven and five.

Yeah, there is that.

Yeah, I thought
you were seeing someone.

Well, didn't like what I did.
Professionally, not sexually.

Obviously, that was amazing.

For you or for her?
Very funny, Wash.

So what you're saying is
your life is exactly the same, then.

Yeah, it is, except I am sober,
I am not married.

It was a terrible idea.
No offence.

WHINING IN HEAD, MUFFLED SPEECH

GLASS CLINKS, WHINING STOPS

What's Jenny drinking?

Oh, don't worry, I'll get these.
It's fine. It's my round.

Are you good?

Yeah. Just been a mad day.

Mad bomber. Yeah.

Who left a note which made it
sound like he had a choice,

"Confess or die".

So he wanted the confession,
but he wasn't gonna let him live.

So there was no choice.

That's dark. Yeah.

Makes you think of some
of the shite we saw in Afghan.

Here.

Nothing worse
than a self-righteous bastard.

Or a slow bartender.

HE CHUCKLES

NED: 'I told him I was sorry.
He wouldn't believe me.

'After everything I did,
he said I deserved it.

'Wasn't my fault.

'It wasn't my fault!'

LANA: 'You're not gonna die, OK?

'If you listen to me,
listen to my instructions,

'you'll be fine, OK?'

'OK, OK.'
'OK. What's your name?'

'I'm Ned.' 'Ned, I'm Lana.'

DOORBELL RINGS

Are you pissed? LANA LAUGHS

No. Ended up on water.

Can I come in? Yeah.

I was able to cover for you,

but I thought I'd give you
a chance to explain.

Explain what? The large amount
of co-codamol in your kit bag.

It's a painkiller.

Are you in pain?

Well, no, but I do get headaches.

That's a lot of headaches.

And they help me sleep.

So, what, you're sleeping
on the job?

LANA CHUCKLES

I thought you said you'd call me
if you needed help.

How long?

I don't know.
A couple of months, maybe more.

You're not meant to take this stuff
for more than three days.

Sonya, I'm not taking them
every day.

Well, it really doesn't
look like it.

SHE EXHALES DEEPLY
Isn't your re-licensing coming up?

Yeah. Well, what's that got
to do with it?

And your psych test.

Oh, right. They're not trying
to piss you off, Lana.

They just need to know
if you need help.

And this says otherwise.

Large amounts of co-codamol does
affect your ability to do your job.

Oh, does it (?)

Right.
I'm assuming no-one else knows.

No, nobody knows, because it's
over-the-counter medication,

I'm not taking them every day,
and I am good at my job.

It is the only place that
I can actually function properly.

And at the minute, Sonya, they help.

Right.

Well, be careful.

OK. OK.

Thank you.

Good.

PIR stands for
passive infrared sensor.

They detect radiant heat
coming off objects.

Any changes act like a switch,
triggering the circuit.

Danny. Cheers, Wash.

Sir. PIRs are commonly found
in automated lighting,

security systems,
that kind of thing,

anything that's triggered
by movement.

The ones that Lana worked on

were off-the-shelf
wall-mounted tilt and swivels.

Amazon make and sell this product
for £5 less

than the average retailer.

So what sense would it make
anybody going elsewhere, right?

Why do I feel like I'm watching
an ad, Constable Markham?

Sir.

Does this mean we've narrowed down
a list of buyers?

Yeah, we raised it with the NCA,
Sir.

The company came back to them saying
that it's the most popular brand,

so over 400 were delivered in the
London area alone in the last month.

400. Yeah.

And we know the bomber
bought at least two.

Yeah, so if you discount
all the single-unit purchases,

then you're left with this.

168 bulk orders to Greater London
in the past month.

Of these,
no-one bought fewer than four.

We don't think
the bomber's more likely to buy

from different suppliers?

Well, yeah, it is possible,
but as far as I can see,

this is the best lead you've got.

Yeah, it's true we don't yet know
who the bomber is,

but grasping at tenuous
supply chain links

isn't the best way to go about it.

Well, it's right in front of you.

Well, we do not have the resources

to efficiently go after
168 different addresses.

We need to exhaust
our search for area CCTV

and then focus everything
we have on the cab theft. Sir.

You need to speak to Ned Cole.

The victim?

Yeah. He had a confession.
Go and ask him what it was.

We'd all have something to confess
if we had a bomb strapped to us.

Listen, this is clearly a one-off,

and there's no evidence
to suggest otherwise.

So if he does know the bomber,
this is just a personal vendetta.

Yeah. You're talking about somebody
who prepared a complex weapon,

who has the means and patience
to create poisonous gas, OK?

He is going to do this again.

OK, well, we can't run
an investigation off a hunch, Lana.

This isn't a hunch.
We're giving you the facts.

Is there anything else?

No, Sir. OK.

Er, DS Morgan, we need
to prepare the briefing for COBRA.

Sir.

That went well.

And equitable growth
will be achieved

in the built environment

by delivering sustainable,
accessible buildings

that enhance, rather than hinder,
their local environment.

Right, that's all for today.
Thank you all very much.

I will see you on Thursday.

Two weeks for your assignment,
please.

Two weeks.

BEEP, DOOR CLOSES

So, Sonya mentioned
your re-licensing's coming up.

Yeah. Why's she telling you?

She's got a big mouth.

Is it true that they want
a psych test?

Jesus Christ. Yeah, it is. Oh.

Well, what's the problem?

Well, I feel like my ability
to do the job

is being called into question.

Ah, that's why you're going
ten rounds with Batra.

Danny, any news on that call out?

DANNY: Still waiting
on confirmation.

LANA SIGHS Why do we do it?

Cos I'm good at it.

Well, that's questionable. Yeah.

But you have got a hefty divorce
to pay for, I guess.

True. But the...

the life-or-death situations make
everything else feel dull, right?

Mm, yeah. Been doing it a long time.

Yeah.
Although not as long as you.

I mean, when did you start?
The Blitz?

Very funny (!) Why do you do it?

I enjoy bossing you around. Ah.

It's just who I am, it's all I know.
Unhinged as that is.

Well, er, I'm not sure
that's a good thing, Wash.

Danny? Yeah. They need us.

Good to go? Good to go.

I'll grab Rich. You all set?
All set.

Yeah? Yeah.

See you there.

OFFICER:
'EXPO 1, this is Bronze Command.

'You're heading for
the university's south entrance.'

EXPO 1, received.
Danny, put your foot down.

SIREN BLARES

Lana. Sir.

This is Tessa Cullen,
a private security contractor.

Hi. Hi. And Roscoe.

ROSCOE BARKS All right?

There's a VIP visit planned here
in two days.

The politics around it
are sensitive.

Tessa and her team
came in this morning

to conduct a sweep, and they came
into contact with a possible threat.

So you're sure it's explosives?

Well, that's what
you're trained for.

OK. Well, tell me where.

OK, so, the sweep is divided
into three search areas,

red, amber and green.

Red being the path
that the VIP was due to take.

Contact was made
in the lecture theatre.

That's where the dog
picked something up.

Are we all in on this? Yeah.

Including you, Rich. Good to go.

I'll confirm explosives.
You sweep for a device.

I'll take the contact in red
with CTSFO support.

Hass, you're on surrounding
offices in amber. Copy.

Rich, you're on green search area.
OK? Let's go.

Right, door passes.
You know where you're going.

If you run into any trouble,
you call for help. Understood?

Copy. Yes, Mummy.

Go on, fuck off.

Go.

HUMS SOFTLY

HE SIGHS

WHISTLES

ON RADIO: 'OK so far?'

'So far.'

EXPO 1, EXPO 5.
Lower area clear. Moving on.

Understood, EXPO 5.
Where are you going next?

'Final sweep and then RV outside.'

Coming up on lecture theatre.

DOOR CLOSES

ZIPPING

'Contact located. Checking now.

'Looks like
there's been a struggle.'

Control, positive result.
Ammonium nitrate base.

'High chance it's explosives.'

Yeah, dog was on the money.

'Yeah...'

RADIO STATIC

If there is a device,
it's somewhere else.

DOOR CLOSING

JANGLING

WOMAN: Hello?

SHE WHIMPERS

What the hell?

Er, my name's Richard.
I'm gonna help you out.

What's your name? Agnes.

OK, Agnes. Stay calm.

EXPO 1, EXPO 5.

'There's someone here.
She's tied up.'

RADIO SIGNAL CRACKLES
'But she's OK.'

Just gonna assess the situation.

Give me a couple of minutes.

PIR detected.

EXPO 5, go again. I can't hear you.

'P-I-R.'

Phil, we've gotta move.

Trojan 1, exfil now.

Thank God.

Looks like the bomber got spooked.
The PIR is not attached to anything.

EXPO 5, confirm your location.

Is it just me who's got bad signal?
No, mine's fucking crap too.

EXPO 5, EXPO 1.

'What is your loca...'
RADIO SIGNAL CRACKLES

EXPO 1, you're breaking up.
I can't hear you.

Fucking radio.

Please. Please, get me out!
All right, we're nearly there.

HE GROANS

Let's... get you out.

AGNES CRIES

EXPO 1, EXPO 5.

RADIO SIGNAL CRACKLES
'..presence of two-way...

'Someone's listening.'

ECM bypass suspected.
Removing power source.

AGNES WHIMPERS

It's gonna be all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

There we are.

RADIO SIGNAL CRACKLES

RINGS OUT, BUSY TONE

HE GROANS

Right, Agnes, we'll have these
off you in no time, OK?

Do you know who did this to you?

No.

SHE WHIMPERS It's gonna be OK.

Let's have a little look.

Should be it.

SHE WHIMPERS

No.

I'm afraid
I haven't had my Weetabix.

I'm gonna need something bigger
to get through these chains.

All right? SHE WHIMPERS

EXPO 1, EXPO 5. Do you copy?

EXPO 1, EXPO 5. Do you copy?

Nope.

I promise you I will come back
and get you out.

I just need to get the right tools.
Please, please, please don't go!

Don't go, please!

It's the same fucking bomber.
Lana.

The same one as the cab. I told you.

We don't know that. Yes, we do.

The PIRs, the radios.
Are you listening to me?

You need to calm down, OK?
Take a step back.

For fuck's sake, Batra! Lana!

He's holding a hostage. What?

RADIO SIGNAL CRACKLES
'EXPO 1, EXPO... I have, er...

'the letter, "Confess... die.
"Confess or die." '

He's here.

If he's listening,
he's gotta be close.

Lana!

EXPO 5, confirm your location.

EXPO 5,
I need to know where you are.

Sorry, Agnes.
I'm going to get some help.

I promise I will be back.

No, please!

No, please, please!

SHE CRIES, ELECTRICAL WHINING

GASPING

Call it in. All call signs,
this is Bomb Command.

EXPO 8, EXPO 5, what's going on?

EXPO 1, EXPO 5. It was a trap.

Wash, do you copy?

RADIO SIGNAL CRACKLES

HASS: 'EXPO 8. Contact heard
but no visual.'

EXPO 5. EXPO 5.

Fuck this.

Lana! Lana!

Help me! I'm coming, Agnes.

Help me! Help! Help!

I'm coming. It's stuck.

CRYING: Help me.

Help me.

Help me.

SHE SCREAMS

Are you hurt?

Are you hurt? I'm going to die.

No. I need to find a weak link.

SHE WHIMPERS I'm going to die.

HE GROANS

I did a terrible thing.

Give me a sec. I'll get you out.
Stop.

Just stop. You need to listen to me.

What did you do?

We all knew.

Knew what?

Just listen. Just listen to me.

This is because of Coldmarsh.

Coldmarsh? What's Coldmarsh?

Ah, for fuck's sake.

Fuck! I'm sorry!

No, no, no, no, no, no! No, no!

Please, please.

Come on! Fuck! Fuck!

No!

Help! Help! Wash!

Help!

Wash! Wash! Fucking help!

Wash!

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