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*Sigh*

between Agnes Raffner and Declan O'Kelly.

So it's DBN Construction.

No, no, no, no, no, my fucking car.

-No! -You should have confessed.

Okay, what's happening in there?

I knew one of them would come for me eventually.

I thought I could get away.

Fuck!

So he sent that message to a man called Ewan Knox.

What's his connection to DBN Construction?

He worked with them, and he specialized in demolition.

He's our bummer.

Well, so far, he's given us chemical weapons, drowning,

and now this.

He's sensing a thing.

I'm okay to return to work, aren't I?

You've got to go through the return to work protocols.

Tell them what they want to hear.

Be done with that.

I suppose if we all told them the truth,

none of us would be working here.

Knox's background means that he might have access

to manufactured munitions, possible chemical weapons.

It could be another trap.

Are you able to make the arrest?

Ah!

-No move! -Contact!

Contact!

I'm going in.

I found you in Nox.

He's not our bomber.

*Ding*

There's no sign of any devices.

The cylinder is oxygen like it was downstairs.

I've got some medication here.

Etoposide.

Ah!

Phil!

Phil!

- Oh, police got the record!

Don't let me get my leg!

Hey!

Fuck.

You okay?

Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey.

I shouldn't have put her in that situation.

Oh, DS Morgan.

Yeah.

She was up for it.

How's the hand?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Yeah, I'll be fine too.

You know, after being attacked by a madman and everything.

When you thought we had our bombing, you know?

Yeah, well, we're not far off.

He wouldn't fight like that if he didn't know something.

How can we tear the place apart?

We'll take any evidence we can get.

So.

All right, okay, let's just start with your name.

My name is Elena. Elena Calero.

Okay, what are you doing here?

Oh, I am a nurse, a residential nurse.

Mr. Knox?

Yes, what's wrong with him?

Cancer.

He is very sick.

Elena, we have reason to believe Mr. Knox might be connected to a series of attacks.

No.

No, it's not possible.

Maybe he's helping someone.

Nobody comes to the house.

Just me.

What about deliveries?

Parcels for Mr. Knox?

Medical supplies?

No.

Equipment.

Technology for making bombs.

The courier delivered a parcel here on the 18th of this month.

We have a picture of it on the doorstep.

The 18th?

Mr. Knox had a hospital appointment.

I took him myself.

We could not have seen this.

So then why did you try to run away from me?

I showed you my badge, and you tried to shut the front door in my face.

I have no visa.

That poor woman is scared shitless.

They know what they do.

I wish I had that confidence in it.

I could pull piss out of a bucket if the instructions were written on the bottom.

You know I want to be one of them, right?

What, want it back to us lot?

SL 15?

Yeah.

I want to be a detective.

Are you serious?

I've been meaning to talk to you about it for a while, but I just haven't got round to it.

I can't tell if you're having me on or not.

I'm not.

Look, this feels like the right time.

Me and Colin have got plans.

Oh, right.

Plans, what kind of plans you got?

What's going on?

Oh, just Danny telling me that he's going to become a detective.

Ah, you told her.

You know?

Yeah, he mentioned it in the pub.

I think he'd be really good.

Yeah, I'm not saying he wouldn't be good.

That's not my point.

Thanks.

I'm just saying you can have plans and be an EOD.

What, like everyone divorced, you mean?

Mate, don't knock it until you've tried it.

Hello. I don't know what to say.

I think you've said it.

What about good luck?

What?

What about saying good luck?

Giving me a blessing?

That would mean a lot to me, Lana.

Dummy.

I give you my blessing. It's just a bit of a shock.

I just want to make sure that we're good.

Yeah, we're good.

All right.

Right, who are you shagging?

I'm just going to do another quick little check with the kit bag.

I'm guessing you know about that.

Hey, leave me out a bit, yeah?

What is wrong with you two? You like a pair of fucking teenagers.

You have the IMS?

Yeah, it's in the truck.

Lon, are you helping or what?

Yes, come here, sir.

Okay, let's do a final sweep.

Clear it with the duty police officer, NSO 15.

Don't move.

Don't move!

-Habs? -Yeah?

-Do you see where Wash went? -No.

Stop getting in my way. Let justice be done.

Do you hear me? Let the truth come out.

And no one gets hurt.

What do you mean no one will get hurt?

Hey, you're proving my fucking point!

-Lana! -Danny!

Lana! Shit, are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, go, go, go.

Don't let him get away!

Hey!

I'm talking to him.

Go!

Next to one Bravo to control in pursuit of suspects vehicle heading west down Churchill Road attempting to get closer to provide full description of vehicle

Oh shit!

Expo 1 Bravo to control. Suspect vehicle is a blue proton.

VRN, Alpha Uniform. 05 Echo Yankee Sierra. Over.

You're getting a warning VRN now.

Control to Expo 1 Bravo. Vehicle description does not match VRN.

You are not authorized to continue the pursuit.

Fuck the fuck!

Come on.

I don't know.

What did he say?

Suspended from driving.

At least until the traffic sergeant files his report.

Oh, Dunno, I'm so sorry.

Are you?

Because at this point, I'll probably never get to join SL15.

What? Don't be like that.

I'm not being like anything.

This is what I get from listening to you, Lana.

You know what? Forget it.

This is ridiculous.

What am I supposed to do without a unit driver?

So we've actually been able to accelerate the arrival of Haas' new number two?

This is Danny we're talking about, sir.

Come on.

No, it's beyond my control, I'm afraid.

God, it is never your fault, is it?

He was chasing the bomber.

Lana!

We need to talk.

T.S. Morgan said that you've refused support from occupational health after your encounter.

Yeah. I don't need it.

Right. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I think we were just wondering what it is that you do to manage stress.

Er, well, I meditate. Go for a run.

Watch cat videos on YouTube. I mean, what does it fucking matter?

Do you want to ask me about the bomber?

Yeah, well, he told you to keep out of it.

Yeah.

Yeah, let the truth come out.

Yeah, he doesn't want to see innocent people getting killed,

but he might not have a choice.

So why was he at you and Knox's house?

Well, he saw the radio. He's been following our communications.

So that's what he wants?

He was there to communicate with us, to send us a message?

No, he only challenged me because I was following him.

We just need to get to the truth of what this bomber's about.

That's how we're going to find him.

Then we'll speak to you and Knox.

Well, I'll come with you.

Lana, how many times... Right, you have got to stop pushing me out, OK?

You two fucked it up with Declan O'Kelly.

You can't track down the bomber because he's using fake plays.

I've got a team out there dealing with these devices.

It's their lives at risk, not yours.

I'm coming with you.

OK.

What's going on?

Tie my laces and I'll tell you.

What?

Yeah.

Go on.

Jenny, please.

Tell me then.

Hmm?

Hmm?

Oh, is nothing?

Come here.

Right, gallows!

Last me off!

Bye, Daddy!

Be good!

Bye, Dad, see you later!

*thud*

We weren't expecting you back so soon.

You all right?

Yeah.

Just need to grab something from my room.

I see.

You staying for dinner?

Is she cooking?

No, I'm out tonight.

Anything fun?

Just meeting up with friends.

Well, you know you're always welcome.

Thanks.

You're in a lot of trouble, Ewan.

You need to start cooperating now.

You work for a company called DBN Construction.

Two people who work for that same company have been murdered.

Their names are Agnes Raffner and Declan O'Kelly.

You knew Mr O'Kelly, didn't you?

Before he died, he sent a message to your phone.

It's been read, so you know what it says.

It's quite the message history between the two of you, in fact.

Two months ago, you wrote,

we know what you did, and we're coming for you.

Not long after that, Mr O'Kelly changed his name.

So who's we, Ewan?

You know the doctors have said you can't be the bomber

You're not physically capable of it

But you know who's doing this

He was at your house earlier today

He got away this time but it won't happen again

DCI Batra

All right, you're on time. I'll buy her some time. Sorry, can I have a word?

I'm ex-forcers, aren't you?

I'm seeing stuff you learned with the commandos.

Rigging a charge using demolition explosives,

knowledge of chemical and biological weapons.

The way these people are being murdered, nobody deserves to die like that.

They do.

Why? Why do they?

Cold blood.

Right, now tell me what that is.

Coldmarsh was the name given to a company contract in the 90s.

It was part of a wider government initiative to knock down municipal buildings,

schools, hospitals, that kind of thing.

That's why we couldn't find anything on it.

The name of the contract would have been mothballed with the company records.

Where would those records be now?

Presumably with the Yakimark Group.

I mean, they were the ones who bought DBN Construction.

I'll pay them a visit.

So Ewan Knox told me he's got something called mesothelioma.

It's a type of cancer caused by exposure to asbestos.

Ewan Knox was the site manager.

Declan O'Kelly was his boss.

Knox blames O'Kelly for his disease

and for allowing him into harmful environments,

especially when he knew the risks.

Yeah, but this is 30 years ago.

Yeah, well, apparently this type of cancer

doesn't appear until long after exposure,

and when it hits, it's fast.

So he had someone kill him in revenge?

Well, he said not.

He just wanted to scare O'Kelly.

Empty threats.

Well, do you believe him?

I don't know, sir. I don't think he's totally innocent.

Mesothelioma destroys the lungs and the victims are being suffocated.

What goes around comes around, maybe.

Yeah.

OK, so, um, can we question him again?

No. The doctor says condition's worsening. He's too weak.

Yeah, he was barely conscious when I left.

We need to go public.

What?

We have to prevent a further loss of life.

A press conference is the best way to find anyone who can help us identify the bomber.

You heard what he said. He wants us out the way.

Yeah? And since when do we listen to murderers?

Okay, well, when he hears that you go in public,

it will only accelerate his plans

and make the whole situation way more volatile.

I have to agree with Larnasar.

Well, we don't have a choice.

We don't know how many more people he's holding accountable for Nox's cancer,

or even if it is just Nox's cancer.

But whoever they are, he's not going to give them all I out.

We appreciate your cooperation in locating the files.

Of course, the Ackermark group is happy to help in any way we can.

We store all of our historical files at this facility,

so if it's of relevance to your investigation,

it should be here.

Right.

Well, we're after anything to do with the Coldmarsh contract.

Of course.

I hope you didn't have any weekend plans.

I do, Neil.

I'm spending it with you.

Right, grab who you can.

We're going to find everyone who ran the Coldmarsh contract.

Before the bomber does.

I would like to take this opportunity to emphasize

that we do not believe that there is a wider threat to the public.

However, the specific nature of each attack

does lead us to believe that these attacks are related.

All we are asking for at this time

time is the former employees of DBN construction employed between 1992 and

1995 particularly those who worked on the company knew as a cold marsh contract

which oversaw the destruction of municipal buildings please come forward

with any information thank you

*Loud noise*

Yeah?

Hello?

Hello?

Have you been cleared?

Aye, finally, thank God, because the girls are driving me mad.

I'm sure you're driving them mad as well.

Yeah. Or, er, bring a new driver.

I'm a fully trained RV operator.

It's run Cheshire, isn't it?

Yep. I'm Lana. I run the unit.

You try.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Bravo Squadron returns!

Bravo Squadron?

Yeah, you know, just the underwater bomb disposal guy here.

He nearly drowned.

Oh.

That's a bit unfair, isn't it?

That's not...

Sorry, I just mean, shouldn't we be a bit more sensitive to potential PTSD?

The only potential PTSD I'm anticipating is working with you.

Alright, let's leave it there.

Do you want to show her where the locks are and your manners and make her feel welcome?

She's cheery.

She's not Danny.

What the fuck is that?

It's the Green Goblin with matcha.

What I thought.

Fucking hell.

Lana, Washington.

Lana, it's Helen.

We know who ran Cold Marsh.

*Loud noise*

*Loud noise*

*Sounds of

What the hell are you doing in my house?

I'm a police!

What is this?

What's going on?

Michael, Adyemi.

Yes?

Okay, the door was open.

We were concerned for the occupants.

We're looking for your wife, Joe.

Where is she?

These are the six people we found who ran the Cold Marsh contract.

Declan O'Kelly and Agnes Raffner we know.

But add to that Joe Adeyemi, Maggie Kelsey, Peter Howard and Dean West.

HR, legal, project management and demolition management.

They've all disappeared in the last six hours.

Since the press conference, you mean?

Well, he was quicker than us.

Well, there's got to be a trail on one of them, at least.

Yeah, well, CCTV team are on it, search team are on it

and nothing's been found so far.

But we keep going. We'll find them, whatever it takes.

I'm guessing you've run background checks.

Was anybody sent to court?

Yes, we have. And no, no one's been tried from DBN Construction.

No, but they were sent to a government hearing a few years ago.

Who were?

Representatives from DBN Construction, and that includes Joe Adeyemi.

It was part of an industry-wide series of commissions that looked into accountability,

specifically asbestos poisoning.

Let me guess. No one was accountable.

Oh, but I mean, it's almost impossible to pin it on anyone.

You know, the illness takes so long to develop that the records are either

destroyed or lost by the time you actually need them.

So how can you prove that a company willfully and knowingly sent people to their deaths?

You get them to confess.

Confess or die.

I'm sorry.

I had to move faster than anticipated.

Can't have the police control the message, can we?

You should have come forward.

You should have said something.

But you didn't, did you?

You didn't move a muscle.

So.

Everyone is gonna find out what you did.

Everyone is gonna see what happens to people like you.

Shall we start with the lawyer?

*Piano music*

*Scoffs*

Oi.

Yeah. Yeah. I.

Brucie.

What are we sayin'?

What's going on tonight, my jeez?

No excuse.

If you don't like me, you can beat it Got a little taste and now she won't eat it

Waiting for the high but man, I can't feel it Took another try, oh damn I feel C-set

The wave too strong, hurry up darling you take too long Sad world but she wanna be a happy girl

Guaranteed tonight I can make you one No excuses, we be going out tonight

No excuses, drum and bass boy, a five to that music.

If I carry on tonight, I might lose it.

Oh, justice.

Hurry up, darling, you'll take too long.

Sad world, but she wanna be a happy girl.

Guarantee tonight I could make you...

Lana.

Hi, I'm standing outside Crown Court

That government hearing you were talking about, where did they hold it?

Erm...

It was College Hall in Greenwich.

Why do you ask?

I'm heading there now.

Lana?

I'm sorry.

523, standing by for approach.

Waiting for the instructions.

Over.

Hey, here you go.

Thanks.

Do you think it's gas in them?

Maybe.

But they're conscious.

They're moving.

Looks like they're all sat in something too.

You can't do this alone.

It's always a single operator.

Aye, a single operator to one hostage.

There's three of them.

We're about five minutes away.

Can we make sure CBR aren't on standby?

Yeah, we're missing the head of legal.

Joe Adeyemi make sure all units are aware that Adeyemi still unaccounted for sir

What is wrong with that I

Don't know that's not really our concern right now

Okay, you ready the team I'll make sure there's eyes everywhere

Trojan one in position Trojan two in position

Trojan three in position

You alright?

Yeah.

He's fine.

Come on.

Rons Command to Cordon.

Please keep the public well back.

Expo's on the move.

I'm sorry.

Pass.

Rich.

My name's Lana.

It's going to be OK.

You may be sat on a weight-controlled device.

So you need to stay very still, OK?

It's going to be fine.

You're going to be fine, all right?

We'll put together.

First, I'm going to have a look and see what you might do.

mask is hooked up to. Just stay very still.

You've got to be joking.

For? What is it Wash?

Wash.

Wash what are you doing?

It's oxygen.

No, it's running out.

It's from your and Knox's house.

What the hell?

Oh, fucking hell.

He played us.

It's going to be alright, okay?

We need to work out how to get these masks off before they run out of oxygen, okay?

Wash, I've got cluster wiring. Have you?

Yeah, the wiring's all knotted.

Can either of you see any possible triggers?

Some sort of pressure sensor in the mask?

Yeah. It's rigged to a charge on the back of their heads.

They're going to have to deal with that before we remove the resin.

Can we cut a hole in the mask to allow them to breathe?

No. If we get it wrong, it could trigger the device

and we don't know how the sensor works.

What about cutting the tubes?

No, is it steel, which means vibrations, sparks, and we haven't got time.

Fuck.

You screwing with us.

Hey, hey, I need it to calm down.

Lean forward.

There we are, there.

There.

Stay.

Come on.

He's zip tied them.

Tell your head back.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Could be slurry explosives in the scales.

So either they suffocate or they come off the scales and explode?

No remote detonator.

Shit.

Confess or die.

So asking for a confession this time.

No radios. He's not last night.

Look.

Yeah.

He wanted people to pay attention.

It's a public execution.

This is Bombs Command.

We need to stop people filming this.

That is exactly what the bomber wants.

So we need to disarm the resi charges first if the oxygen runs out this lot gonna start dropping a loss

Yeah

Hey, it's gonna be fine, right?

Stop panicking.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wash, we're losing them.

How much oxygen have we got left?

Not a lot. We need to get these masks off quickly.

It doesn't look like the masks are connected to the scales. We should be fine to snip and remove.

Neutralised. Neutralised.

Right, Dean, I'm going to take your mask off now.

Yeah, I've snipped it, it's safe.

I'm going to take it off really gently.

I just need you to keep breathing.

That's it.

You're doing great.

I'm going to be out of here very soon.

Breathe in.

Keep breathing.

Well done.

Well done.

- I'm gonna take off your mask, okay?

- Yeah, really well.

- Reggie off.

- Rich, how you doing?

- Yeah, yeah, nearly there.

These wires are a pain in the arse.

- Okay.

Right, Mr. West, I know that you feel very sick,

you're very low on oxygen, but I just need you to sit tight

while I work on the scales that you sat on, okay?

You're doing great.

Neutralised.

Okay, I'm taking this off now, okay?

I'm going to saw into the scales to expose the wire and see what we're dealing with.

There we are.

No, no, no, no.

Look, don't get idle on me now, okay?

Yeah, it's Laurie wired into the dial.

No other trigger. It seems like a simple cut.

Same for you, Hass.

Yep, same.

Hang in there, nearly there.

Okay.

You're doing great, Dean.

Neutralised

Neutralised

Can you lean over just a little bit here for me?

Right

Let you out of here

Let me just cut these ties

Nearly there

Good lad

Alright?

Rich, I'm going to go down with these two

I'll come back and give you a hand, yeah?

Aye, I know good. She'll be right behind you.

No, no, no!

No!

-

I'm gonna ask you to move

Take your place

Move

Walk away walk away, please

What's he doing?

This way.

Take my hand.

There you go.

Here we go, Jenny.

Here we go.

Rich!

What are you playing at?

What's going on?

Eh, not just something with the widening.

I need to get out of the way.

Do you need a hand?

No.

Okay.

*sad breath*

Thank you.