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Control to all call signs.

We have a suspected IED on wasteland off Grayson Avenue, Southwark.

Received, Control. EXPO's en route.

Trojan One SE, moving into position.

Boss.

Boss?

Lana.

You good? - Yeah.

Alright. 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.

Alright?

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.

Ignore him.

Trojan One to Bronze Command.

EXPO team approaching vehicle. Be on the lookout.

Received.

So, EXPO Five, 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 One, EXPO Five. 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 Five, Trojan One. 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 Eight, 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 One, are you OK?

Hey!

someone's in the cab.

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.

Isn't our priority to get him out first?

Well, he could be on a watchlist. - Yeah.

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

What are the CTSFO vantage points on this?

Right, 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.

Come on... Come on.

Get on with it.

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

Hurry up.

Live sensor confirmed.

Deactivating now.

Right, now for your mate.

Perimeter neutralised. Approaching rear of the vehicle.

Get back!

Get back! - OK.

I need to access the rear of the vehicle safely.

Yeah, yeah.

We should have sent a robot in.

Right... Come on.

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, 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! - Sorry. Sorry.

That's great. Ned, please, if you can just stay as still as you can for me

so I can work, 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.

You're doing great.

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 One.

Go ahead, EXPO One.

We have a grey flag.

A... a what? You broke up, EXPO One.

Chemical weapon.

There is a chemical weapon in the cab.

Anyone who doesn't need to be here, move back to two, zero, zero.

Trojan One, Bronze Two.

Witness has reported seeing suspicious individual

enter fourth floor of office block to the northeast, 30 minutes ago.

Received. Trojan Two, move to engage.

Copy that.

Armed police!

Nobody move!

Moving out. - Armed police!

Clear!

Two, clear.

Hallway clear!

Room clear!

Trojan Two, no visual on suspect.

Fourth floor is clear. - Trojan One, received, over.

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 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.

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, er, twelve... twelve and a half stone.

OK, so just under 80 kilos?

Yeah, I think, yes.

OK. Two-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 twelve 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 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!

Fifty-seven!

Fall back, fall back!

Fifty-eight!

Gas! Gas!

Officer! Get up! Move!

Go, go, go. - Cover your face.

Come on. That's it, here we go.

Wash, resi!

No one's claimed responsibility yet.

We've got a PIR on each door and a weight- controlled device

connected to the explosive. 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.

Huh. Well, Portland 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.

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.

♪ I need neon, a honky tonk song ♪

♪ A little boot scootin', two steppin', till the heartbreak's gone ♪

Did you have to put up with this in Afghan?

Thankfully not as much as Wash had to.

Well, 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.

Ladies.

Oh, it's your boss we're after, mate. You can let your tummy out.

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?

Nah.

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 it's that easy to get hold of?

I think he made it himself. Does that fit with what you saw?

Yeah.

The style was homemade, but smart.

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

Alright. - 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?

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

Um, 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.

Um, 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 alright, though?

Yeah. Yeah, good.

Look, I saw how you got that guy out. Not many people could've done that.

Hmm... not many?

Oh, my God. - Not many?

The head on you. - I'm just saying.

Easy.

Oh, no, no... - Is that it?

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, right?

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

But now, I'm the boss.

Not at work you're not. - Granted.

Er, 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, um, 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.

Hey, I'm happy...

No, don't lie.

We can see the misery behind your eyes.

What's Jenny drinking? - Oh, don't worry, I'll get these.

It's fine. It's my round.

Are you good? - Yeah.

Just... 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.

I told him I was sorry.

He wouldn't believe me.

After everything I did, he said I deserved it.

It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't my fault!

You're not gonna die, OK?

If you listen to me, listen to my instructions, you'll be fine.

OK?

OK. What's your name?

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

Are you pissed?

No. Ended up on water.

Can I come in? - Yeah.

I was able to cover for you, but I thought I'd give you the 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?

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.

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.

And we don't think the bomber's more likely to be buying 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.

No, 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.

So Sonya mentioned your re-licensing is 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.

Right. 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 callout?

Still waiting on confirmation.

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.

Well, 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... 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.

EXPO One, this is Bronze Command.

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

EXPO One, received.

Danny, put your foot down.

Lana. - Sir.

This is Tessa Cullen, a private security contractor.

Hi. - Hi.

And Roscoe.

Alright?

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 he's trained for.

OK. Well, tell me where.

OK, so the sweep was 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 inside.

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.

OK so far?

So far.

EXPO One, EXPO Five. Lower area clear. Moving on.

Understood, EXPO Five. Where are you going next?

Final sweep and then RV outside.

Coming up on lecture theatre.

Contact located. Testing 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.

If there is a device

it's somewhere else.

Hello?

What the hell?

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

What's your name?

Agnes.

OK, Agnes. Stay calm.

EXPO One, EXPO Five.

There's someone here.

She's tied up.

But she's OK.

Just gonna assess the situation.

Give me a couple of minutes.

PIR detected.

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

Phil, we've gotta move.

Trojan One, exfil now.

Thank God.

Looks like the bomber got spooked.

The PIR is not attached to anything.

EXPO Five, confirm your location.

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

EXPO Five, EXPO One.

What is your loca...

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

Fucking radio.

Please!

Please, get me out! - Alright, we're nearly there.

Let's get you out.

EXPO One, EXPO Five.

Con... presence of two- way...

Someone's listening.

ECM bypass suspected.

Removing power source.

It's gonna be alright.

It's alright.

It's alright.

There we are.

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

Do you know who did this to you?

No.

It's gonna be OK.

Let's have a little look.

That... should be it.

Here...

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

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

Alright?

EXPO One, EXPO Five. Do you copy?

EXPO One, EXPO Five. 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?

We need to calm down, OK? Take a step back--

For fuck's sake, Batra. - Lana!

He's holding a hostage.

What?

EXPO One, EXPO F...

I have...

the letter, confess... die.

Confess or die.

He's here.

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

Lana!

EXPO Five, confirm your location.

EXPO Five, I need to know where you are.

It's alright, Agnes. I'm going to get some help.

I promise I will be back.

No, please!

No... please, please!

Call it in.

All callsigns, this is Bronze Command.

EXPO Eight, EXPO Five, what's going on?

EXPO One, EXPO Five. It was a trap.

Wash, do you copy?

EXPO Eight. Contact heard but no visual.

EXPO Five. EXPO Five.

Fuck this.

Lana! Lana!

Help me!

I'm coming, Agnes.

Help me! Help!

Help! - I'm coming.

Just... a bit stuck!

Help me!

Help me!

Are you hurt?

Are you hurt? - I'm going to die.

No. I need to find a weak link.

I'm going to die...

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, fuck's sake.

Fuck!

I'm sorry!

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

No, no!

No, please, please!

Come on!

Fuck! Fuck!

No!

No!

Help!

Help!

Wash!

Help!

Wash!

Wash!

Fucking help!

Lana!