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(tense music)

(timer rings)

- [Danny] Come on!

(explosion booms)

- We have eye witness reports

of John Hudson
fleeing the scene.

- It is imperative that
we locate and detain him

as soon as possible.

- I'm pretty sure my
luck is about to run out.

- Tell you what, mate, she's
used up so many of her nine lives

she's started nicking mine.

- [Lana] What do
you think that is?

- Stay back.

Have you got my snips, mate?

(explosion booms)

- Lana, please, don't go.

- You've gotta trust me.

My job is to keep people safe,
and I haven't been able to.

So is that what we
are, then? Mates?

I was with someone else.

- Does that mean
its over between us?

- I don't know.

- I double checked
with Porton Down

about the HMX we found.

- There's nothing
there. Just 661142.

- That was all that
was in the file.

It's been wiped clean.

- Get a hold of the Labour
candidate and their security.

Tell them we're on our way.

It's the Progressive Alliance
campaign headquarters.

Miss Campbell-Khan?
- What's going on?

- We've had intelligence
of a potential attack.

- There's an open gas
cover under the boot.

They want this car
moved. This is a set-up.

- We need to immediately
evacuate the area.

- When the car is
lifted onto the ramp,

it sets off a charge.

In this case, it's one
that fires a projectile.

It's strong enough to go
straight through the boot

and into the gas pipes.

I need to get into
all of these buildings

and we need to check
all the gas metres.

Shit.

He's set up a gas explosion in
every building on the street.

I need EXPO support now.

(suspenseful music)
(footsteps stomping)

- This way, sir.

- Can you come this way?

We'll get you back in your
home as soon as possible.

We need to remove your
gas metre for safety.

(tense music)

We need to work faster.

- [Officer] All residents
are leaving their houses.

(tense music)

- Ma'am.

- Ma'am.

- Sitrep?

- We've evacuated everyone
within a two-mile radius.

Lana and her team are
dealing with each device now.

Sending in the robot to perform

a controlled
explosion on the car.

- Campbell-Khan?

- Moved to a secure location.

- So these devices
would have taken out

the entire neighbourhood,

all by us moving an
illegally parked car.

- Ma'am.

Footage from the video
doorbell of campaign HQ.

Progressive Alliance
staff said they saw him

working all the
way up the street.

- Positive ID on John Hudson?

- He wore a mask the entire
time to avoid recognition.

- Even when he went inside
to change the gas metres?

- He told them it was
council regulations

on entering property.

(tense music)
- [Officer] Central One Four.

The evacuation is
complete, over.

(tense music)

- Nice and steady. There.

- Right, that's all
the gas metres removed.

- [Danny] Good.
We're almost ready.

- Central Eight Five,
this is EXPO Two.

Buildings are clear, we're
just gonna neutralise the EFP.

- [Pete] Right.
I'll be at the van.

- [Lana] Nice and slow.

(tense music)

- Stand by.

Firing!

(explosion booms)

(dramatic theme music)

(debris clattering)

- Great work.

This is EXPO Two. All
devices neutralised.

Site secure.

- [Woman] Central
One Five, received.

- Think we've earned
a drink, boss.

No?

- Yeah. I think you're right.

(melancholic music)

- I'm knackered.

- Great work, Hass.

- You know, me and John,
we served together,

but we never became mates.

You'd think after going
through all that shit

there'd be a bond, you know?

But look at you and Nut, you're
practically family, right?

- Yeah.

- John never made me
feel part of the team.

Always making a snide
comment about Muslims.

"Oh, it's just banter.
It's just banter, Hass."

Should have kicked
his racist ass then.

- Hass, I'm so sorry.

It must have been awful, mate.

- It's life, innit?

Face this shit all around us.

I don't know why
people just don't

open their eyes, you know?

- Yeah, you're right.

I wished I'd have seen it too.

Wished I could have
said the same to Billy.

Put him straight.

- Yeah, you would have.

Well, that was a horrible,
horrible set-up with the metres.

I really don't know if I
would have worked that out.

You know, Nut would
have been proud of you.

We all are.

- Come here. Soppy git.

- Ah!

(Lana laughs)

(dramatic music)

- Lana, I wanted to say
how helpful you've been.

Your instincts about this
case have been right,

from the beginning.

You seem to have an
understanding of John's process,

his methodology.

I'd like you to work with us.

See if we can predict
his next move.

- Yeah, anything I
can do to help, Ma'am.

- Thank you.

Okay, everyone.

I wanna look at the pattern

of the previous
Crusader attacks.

Now I know we're all
working flat out,

but I want to remind you that
we are running out of time

before the Commander goes public

with John Hudson as
our number one suspect.

Lana, any initial thoughts?

- Well, the device at the
HQ was very sophisticated.

I had to piece together
all of the elements

to see the final goal.

He relied again on
yet more trickery,

just like we saw at Westhaven

with the secondary light switch,

Amburiq Mosque with the
tilt switch in the bag,

and the pressure plate
under Billy's car seat.

The strategy is hard to predict,

but he does appear to
be leaving a trail.

1912.

Me and Nut saw
this at Westhaven.

- We've also investigated
that as a date.

We can't see any significance
to 1912 for the far-right.

- If we look at the pattern,

the last two attacks have
been directly related

to the by-election.

The radio debate and the
Progressive Alliance headquarters.

But neither was successful.

- Yeah, we messed
up his master plan.

I mean, the gas bomb, that
must have took some planning.

Gaining access to
each individual house,

prepping the charge for the car.

I know his mindset.

He's gonna be more
determined now than ever.

John's gonna want to
try and outwit us,

and he's gonna
strike again, soon,

and probably bigger than ever.

- It's gonna be the
by-election count tomorrow.

- Yeah, the election results.
I think that sounds right.

- Okay.

Let's send a team down to
Deptford Assembly Halls

to sweep ahead of time.

Let's step up security.

Cancel any leave. I want
people on the ground.

Okay. Thanks, everyone.

Thank you.

(tense music)

- It's John, he's texted.

- His phone's back online?

- [Lana] He's saying
we need to talk.

- Okay, let's get
the Security Service

to put a geolocation trace
on Hudson's phone, now.

- Ma'am, what do you
want me to do? Reply?

- Yes. Ask him where he is.

Try to keep him online.

- [Samira] We have an
urgent trace, 587...

I'm sending it to you now.

- Call him.

Okay, confirmation
phone is back online.

(cell phone rings)

Okay, put you
through to location.

- [John] You've
reached John Hudson.

Please leave a message.

- Nothing. I'll text him again.

- [Thom] Right. We
need that location.

If you can get on
with that, please.

- [Lana] Hang on,
he's responding.

He's just sent a number through.

66-11-42.

- [Thom] 66...

- 66-11-42.

Let's run that number,
see what comes up.

- [Thom] Yeah, okay, yeah.

- Yeah, I've heard of
that number before.

66-11-42 is the number
from a redacted HMX file.

Sonya called in a favour
from a mate at Porton Down.

- Nothing is coming up.
We need that file, Lana.

- Yeah. I'll get it.

- Okay, Ma'am, here we go.

We've got him located
outside, MoD Steepholm.

What the hell is that?

- Okay, I'm just getting it.

It's a military
ordinance facility

associated with Porton Down.

Looks like a dark site.

- Christ, what's he up to?

- Screenshot those texts.

- Yeah.

- [Hamilton] Let's move.

(dramatic music)

(sirens blaring)

- Well, I've never
heard of this place.

- Neither have I.

- Is this the only
means of entrance?

- Yes, sir.

DI Youngblood, DI Desai, SO15.

- Inspector Paul
Kirby, Thames Valley.

My team is searching
the entire perimeter.

- [Thom] Okay, thank you.

- We're attempting
to locate a suspect,

and we have evidence that
he might be on the premises.

- Ma'am, this is a
highly secure MoD base.

We've had no reports
of any breach.

You'll have to wait for
the duty officer to arrive.

- That's unacceptable.

We need to enter and carry
out a search urgently.

- He will be with
you momentarily.

- You're wasting my time!

(tense music)

- I'm Major Shalfleet.

I'm in charge of
security for the base.

Look, I appreciate the urgency,

but it is virtually impossible
for anyone without clearance

to get inside this compound.

- Our suspect has
military experience.

He might have used
that to gain access.

What might he be
looking for here?

- I'm afraid that's
classified information.

- Listen, we believe our suspect

is behind the
London bomb attacks.

Okay?

We're dealing with a
time-sensitive situation.

- MoD Steepholm is
a storage facility

for high-grade
military explosives.

You are, of course,
free to search

the perimeter of the
base for your suspect,

but any search of
the base itself

will have to be undertaken
by the military police.

- In that case, I'll
need a list of everything

that's stored here.

We can't take the chance that
anything has gone missing.

- Everything inside
this building

is kept under strict conditions,

and at the highest possible
MoD security classification.

Your application for a search
warrant has been received,

but as yet, no official approval

has been given by the MoD.

Corporal.

- Sir.

- Right.

So, John must have
a reason to be here.

Have we found out any more about
the numbers that he texted?

- We've cross-checked
with the Security Service,

but 66-11-42 doesn't
mean anything to them.

Whatever he's planning,
we're still in the dark.

(tense music)

(doorbell rings)

- Hey.

- [Lana] Hey.

- What time is it?

- Uh, late. Early?

I don't know, I
haven't been to bed.

Can I come in?

- Yeah.

We need to have a serious chat
about your caffeine intake.

- Yeah, I know.

(door slams)

Look, Sonya, I'm so
sorry for waking you,

but I got this text off John
Hudson with this number on.

- 66-11-42.

- Yeah, same number we found
on the deleted HMX file.

- Uh huh.

- Look, I'm sorry, Sonya,
but I had to tell SO15

that we used back
channels to get it.

- Wash.

- I know, but it'll be fine.

They've got more than
enough on their plate.

I'm telling you, John
is sending us signals.

We traced his phone
to MoD Steepholm.

It's a storage facility for
high-grade military explosives.

Wouldn't tell us
what they stored,

but my guess is
some of it is HMX.

- Well, it makes sense.

- The security is
so tight there,

I don't know how John could
have nicked HMX from there.

But now SO15 know that
we used back channels,

I'm thinking-

- You want me to dig out
my Porton Down contact

and see if he can help.

- Yeah.

- I'll look into it.

- [Lana] Thank you.

- Unless Steepholm
itself is a lead?

- Yeah, maybe.

- 66-11-42.

Is it a code?

- I don't know. It's
gotta be important.

Why text it to me otherwise?

- I'll look into that as well.

- [Lana] Cheers. Thanks, Sonya.

- Mate, are you alright?

- I don't know.

I just can't believe everything
that's happening to me.

I've not even grieved,
for Billy, or Nut.

I just keep working, because
I've got to make this stop.

I was thinking the other day,

I don't remember ever
telling either of them

how much they meant to me.

- Don't do that.

They knew.

Billy knew. Nutkins knew.

- I never told them.

We never had them
kind of conversations.

- Don't have to, it was obvious.

Picking Billy up when he was
too drunk to get himself home,

that's love.

Putting up with Joel's
dodgy music in the van,

that was love too.

- Yeah, that is true.

- Mm.

Opening the door to your mate

at three o'clock in the morning

when you're working double
shifts, that's love.

- And I'm sorry.

- Mate, kip on the sofa.

- You doing a full
English, then?

- You wish.

(mysterious music)

- [Officer] All units on
patrol, active message.

Count about to commence.

- [Samira] Central
Seven Four, received.

Security teams
have been briefed.

- Okay.

There's been no planned
works here in the past week.

Spoke to the
election supervisors,

nothing's scheduled either.

- He won't try the
same trick twice.

We've checked and double
checked the interior.

The Polsa team have
checked the exterior.

Just got a feeling
we're missing something.

- Look, there's a coffee
shop across the road,

if you want me to
get you anything.

- No, I'm good, ta.

- Okay.

(cell phone rings)
- Oh, I've just got this-

- Yup.

- Hey. Have you found something?

- My contact looked
into Steepholm.

HMX-319 was distributed from
there. Your hunch was right.

The last occasion was July 2009,

an operation codenamed Dynamo.

- [Lana] Dynamo?

- Still nothing on those
numbers. I'll keep digging.

It's sparked something, but
I can't put my finger on it.

- We now know the HMX-319
used by the bomber

in many of the attacks

was last sent from
MoD Steepholm,

for an operation called Dynamo.

- It's been a difficult job
finding anything on Dynamo.

For obvious reasons,
military code names

aren't released to the public.

However, there was
something that happened

in Kandahar in July 2009.

A road traffic accident
outside a village in Khakjab

in which seven Allied
soldiers were killed.

- Christ, I remember
that happening.

- Well, official records
show that all the passengers

were reported
killed in the crash.

However, the families
of the soldiers believe

they were actually
killed in an explosion.

- This is the best fit
we have for Dynamo,

an accident involving
probable explosives.

- Was John Hudson involved?

- There are some
sections redacted

from John Hudson's military
file that we've inquired about.

Samira's now following up
with the MoD to get clearance.

- What were they doing
driving near Khakjab?

Was it a supply truck?

- That's what we're
trying to find out.

As are the victims' families,
who've been demanding answers

for over ten years.

In 2019, their request
for the government

to release the files was denied

by the Defence Select Committee
in a closed door hearing.

- Classic cover-up.

- And the chair of the
committee back then

was Ayesha Campbell-Khan.

- [Thom] Which suggests
to us that John Hudson

was doing more than just targeting
the Progressive Alliance.

- Yeah, he's after
Ayesha Campbell-Khan.

He thinks it's a cover-up.

- That's right.

- I've passed this
information on

to the Commissioner
and the Home Office.

It'll be up to them to
decide if the by-election

announcement takes place
behind closed doors or online.

For now, we'll increase
security on the ground

and around Ayesha Campbell-Khan.

Okay, everyone.

(tense music)

- Deploy two men to the
roof, give us overwatch.

- I'm on it.

- [Officer] All units, check
of Assembly Hall is complete.

All levels secure.

Prepare for arrivals to
election count at Gate B.

- The word's come
down from above

that the announcement of
the by-election results

must go ahead, or
"terror is winning".

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

(cell phone rings)

- Ma'am.

- [Hamilton] Any sign?

- No, nothing.

We've given Campbell-Khan
the Osman warning,

and reviewed her security.

- [Hamilton]
Alright, let me know.

- Yeah.

Okay, I'll call you back.

- [Karl] Lana! Lana!

- [Man] I'm sorry, you
can't come through.

- Oh, I'm just...

- [Lana] Just give me a sec.

- Alright, course.

- Alright?

- Karl.

- You didn't reply
to my messages.

- How did you know I'd be here?

- Where else would
an EXPO be right now?

I was nearby and I
wanted to talk to you.

Got you a brew.

Look, I know you're busy and
not in a good head space,

but I don't want
to give up on this.

I want to be with
you. I wanna help you.

- Yeah, Karl, I'm
not in a good place.

I've just lost my
brother, for fuck's sake.

It's been chaos since
we met, and I...

I do care about you,

but I just don't think I'm
in the same place and...

I'm sorry.

- Give me a chance then. Please.

- I just don't think we
should see each other anymore.

- Really? Just like that?

We've got something, Lana,
you've gotta see that.

- I've gotta go to work.

- Lana, wait.
- Sorry.

- Just a minute.

- Let's go.

- What was that about?

- Just an old mate. Let's
go and check round the back.

(tense music)

- Lana, the team have
already been around here.

They've double
checked everything.

- Yeah, I know, but
John's got a plan,

and I'm not missing a trick.

- This place is like Fort Knox.

It's impossible to
get anyone in or out.

- I know. It's been a long day.

It's been a long few weeks.

- I actually can't believe
everything that's happened.

- Yeah, you and me both.

- I'm sorry, I didn't
mean it like that.

- I know, I know.

- You know what?
(text message dings)

Who wants a quiet life anyway?

(Lana chuckles)

- Shit.

Thom! Had another
message from John.

- [Thom] Let me see.

- Hudson's phone is online.
I need geolocation now.

- "Endgame."

- What?
- What does that mean?

- He's playing with us.

- Christ.

Does anyone have eyes
on Ayesha Campbell-Khan?

Central Eight Five,
sitrep on Ayesha?

- [Office] Central
Three Eight, no change.

All in control.

- Central Eight Five,
received. Thank you.

- Soldier's Chapel, St. Jude's.

Yeah.

Scramble Blue Team
and an EXPO crew.

I'll meet them there.

He's a mile away, an
old military chapel.

- [Lana] Right.

- Yeah, alright, let's go.
- No.

This could be another diversion.

We need to be careful.

It may be a trick to
get us away from here.

I'll take Blue Team to check.

We'll go to the
Soldier's Chapel.

You stay near Ayesha Campbell-Khan
for the announcement.

Okay?

- [Thom] I'll brief
Hamilton on CTO.

- Yeah.

- Now what?

- Sit tight.

(sirens blaring)

(tense music)

- Sitrep?

- Sir.

John Hudson's phone
has been geolocated

to St. Jude's Soldier's Chapel.

Firearms just gave an update.

DI Desai on bodycam will be
coming in on a live feed.

- Good work. Let's get him.

- Central One Five, this
is Central Seven Four.

Blue Team are
entering the building.

(tense music)

- Clear. We're clear.

Bravo Three Nine to CTR.

No obs on John Hudson.

- [Hamilton] Central
One Five received.

- [Officer] All units on
patrol, active message,

by-election results imminent.

(tense music)

- If the candidates would like

to make their way
onto the stage.

I, Malcolm Fernshaw,
returning officer

for the Deptford
South constituency,

declare that the
total number of votes

given to each candidate
was as follows.

(dramatic music)

- Bravo Three Nine, we
have eyes on suspect.

It's John Hudson.

EXPO on me now.

I need EMT.

Suspected overdose.

- Ayesha Campbell-Khan,
Labour Party.

The Progressive Alliance.

17,454.

(crowd cheers)

Roger Gordon, Conservative.

8,430 votes.

Agatha Jack, English Flag.

3,361.

(tense music)

- Sam?

- [Samira] Thom, I'm at the
chapel. We've found him.

- [Officer] EMT is five minutes
away. Report to DI Desai.

- Torch.

John, fuck.

(dramatic music)

Got a pulse.

- Okay, alright.

- [Samira] I'll keep
you updated, Thom.

- No, yeah, thanks.

- Therefore, I give public
notice that Ayesha Campbell-Khan

is duly elected as the
Member of Parliament

for the Deptford South...

(crowd cheers)

- Sam's got him. She's got John.

He's not in a good way,
looks like an overdose.

- Oh my God.

(crowd boos)

- St. Jude's Chapel is where
they held the memorial service

for all the soldiers killed
in the RTA and Khakjab.

- Right, well, that place
obviously means something to him.

- Yeah.

- What's he trying
to tell us, then?

Did he leave a note?

- We didn't find one.

Sorry, sorry. Wait here.

(crowd cheers)
- Hey.

Wow. We did it.

(crowd cheers)

Thank you, everyone. Thank you.

It's a privilege to have
been elected as your MP.

I am honoured to
have represented

this alliance of
like-minded parties,

and I thank my colleagues in
the Lib Dems and the Greens

for supporting my candidacy.

Thanks, Hillary.
Thanks, Yolanda.

This shows the
value of solidarity.

I will be your
voice in Parliament.

I will tell them how we feel,

tell them we are not going
to be ignored any longer.

(crowd claps)

(cell phone rings)
(tense music)

(Sonya speaks indistinctly)

- Say it again, Sonya.

- The numbers that John
texted us from Steepholm,

66-11-42.

Dynamo.

I wrote them down, the
number next to the name.

And then I saw it.

When you put them next
to each other, 11 is Na.

- You're not making
any sense. Slow down.

- We are all Londoners.

- Wash.

It's the periodic
table of elements.

It's the atomic numbers.

So, 11 is sodium,
and the symbol is-

- [Lana] Na.

- Exactly.

So once I had that, I went
back and checked the rest.

66 is dysprosium, Dy.

42, molybdenum, Mo.

Dy-Na-Mo. That's
how the code works.

- 1912 is code too.

- [Sonya] 19-12, 1912.

That's potassium and
magnesium. Potassium is-

- K, Mg.

- [Sonya] Does that
mean anything to you?

- [Ayesha] Separate
truth from lies.

Together, there is
nothing we can't achieve.

- Karl Maguire.

(crowd claps)

- [Sonya] Who's that?

Wash.

- I've gotta go. (tense music)

- [Ayesha] We can
make a difference.

- Oh my god.

- Together!

(dramatic music)
(audience cheers)

- Mind if I have a word?

For a secure building,

it was surprisingly easy
to hide something in here.

(crowd screams)

(Karl whistles)

Listen up!

Close the doors.

Close the doors now.

This is not a time for heroes.

- Hotel Quebec Four Six.

We have an IED situation
at Assembly Halls.

- Central Eight Five received.

Central Eight Five, we have
a critical ongoing situation

at Deptford Assembly Halls.

Possible IED.

- Trojan One, we're
entering the building.

Green Team on me.

- Armed police! Armed police!

- Okay, just stay calm.
Please try and stay calm.

- See this?

It's called a dead man's switch.

All I have to do is
let go of my hand...

And boom, we're all dead. Okay?

I need the police to turn
off your radios, and...

- [Hamilton] We need
their direct feed.

They've pulled the transmission.

- I'll make the call.

- Can you talk me through
the tactical options?

- Trojan One, in
position, east staircase.

- [Man] Trojan Two Four.

The suspect has
his thumb on a DMS.

Do not engage. Pull back.

- Trojan One, received.

- [Hamilton] Central One Five,
await further instruction.

We have EXPO Two,
Lana Washington,

inside the hall
with the suspect.

- Hello, Ayesha.

Come here. Come here.

Come on. Come down
here for the cameras.

Come on!

You covered up the murders
of British soldiers

in Khakjab in 2009.

You were chair of the
Defence Select Committee

that closed down the inquiry.

And now you're out here
in front of these people

talking about the
importance of truth,

as if you have any idea
what the fuck that means.

- I didn't close down the
inquiry. We issued a report.

- Yeah, a report a full of lies.

It was a blatant cover-up.

- It was not a cover-up.

I cared about every British
soldier that served overseas.

- Oh, you care about
soldiers, do you?

You care about soldiers, yeah?

What about soldier VN-39?
Did you care about him?

Does that ring any bells?

That's what you called
me in your report.

You wouldn't even let
anyone know my real name.

Come on, come with me.

It's time the world
heard the truth.

Come on. Down here.

Come on, here's the camera.

- Okay, the network's ready.

- Patching the
direct feed in now.

- Over here, mate.

(tense music)

In July 2009, I was
part of a convoy

sent to supply a Special
Forces forward operating base

in Afghanistan with
chemical explosives.

The whole operation
was codenamed Dynamo.

Despite the importance of
our mission and our cargo,

we were lightly defended,
undermanned and under equipped.

Usual story.

We hit a roadside IED outside
a village called Khakjab.

It was an ambush.

Then an RPG hit the
truck containing the HMX

and that went up and took
out a school we were passing.

We were being attacked,

and then villagers came
out from everywhere, angry.

Yeah. Furious.

And they tore into us as well.

We tried to fight back, but
there was too many of them.

You know what I did? I ran.

Yeah, that's right, I
fucking ran for my life

and left those boys behind.

The soldiers killed were
covered up as non-combat deaths

due to an RTA.

That was the line. Yeah?

An accident.

You wouldn't even tell the
families what really happened.

- We had to maintain a public
face in our mission overseas.

- When I turned up half dead
at the forward operating base,

they stuck me in a hospital
wing for three months

while they figured out
how to make it go away.

But I wasn't gonna let it lie.

Those boys deserved
more than that.

I threatened to go public,

so they set up a
secret kangaroo court

and court marshalled me for
deserting my post, for cowardice.

They kicked me out.

Threatened me with the
Official Secrets Act.

Said I'd be jailed
for life if I talked.

No pension, no voice.

- We had national
security considerations.

As a soldier, you
should recognise that-

You shut us down! Yeah?

Pretended people
like us don't matter.

Yeah? Well, we did
then, and we do now.

And the world needs to know!

(tense music)

I didn't want you
to be here, Lana.

I set it up so you'd go
looking for John at the chapel.

So, go.

Go, please. Go, please.

- I'm an EXPO. I can't, so...

You're gonna have
to kill me too.

- [Man] Trojan
Two to Trojan One.

We need to identify
concealed sniper locations.

- We might be able to
get a clear line of sight

through the gallery door window,

and either side of the foyer.

- [Hamilton] Central
One Five to Trojan One.

Positions confirmed,
but hold while we assess

if Washington can negotiate.

- Trojan One, received.

Costa.

- Sir.

- Deploy to the elevator level,

through the gallery door window.

Brown, take Jones and
secure firing positions

to the foyer level.

Go.

- Yes, sir. (tense music)

- Ma'am.

We've got CCTV of him
inside the building.

It looks like he retrieved the
IED after clearing security.

- Okay, then we have to
assume it's real and active.

- I don't wanna hurt you, Lana.

- Then don't.

This isn't you.

- This isn't me?

You know, I don't even
know who I am anymore.

I tried using the
official channels.

Yeah?

I contacted the families.

We worked so hard trying
to get an inquiry.

Do you know how many years
me and those families

spent fighting for that one day?

One day in court.

You wouldn't even
let us have that.

- It wasn't up to me.

I didn't choose who gave evidence
in front of my committee.

- You're a fucking
liar! You shut us down!

- You don't need to do this.

Listen, I could talk to
the committee, we could-

- No, no, no. No more talking.

This is it, okay?

(crowd screams) (tense music)

- [Brown] Trojan Five
Seven in position.

I have eyes on the suspect.

- Karl, you can get justice.

Just, not like this.

You'll just be seen
as another nutter.

- It's not justice,
Wash. This is revenge.

(tense music)

You see, I was running
a rehabilitation group

in South London.

Nic Roberts? Frank Welsh?

Yeah, you know them.

They used to come.

- Right.

- And they were so
full of rage and anger.

So I tapped into that.

I became their leader.

I needed boots on the ground,

and I couldn't take the
risk of being caught

before it was ready.

- So everyone's expendable,
even your mates?

- They weren't me mates.

They were racist fucking idiots
and they deserved to die.

But I did give them a
purpose, Lana, yeah.

They wanted a culture
war, so I gave 'em one.

And maybe their war and
my war were different,

but we all wanted
the same thing,

chaos and destruction
and terror.

People would finally start
paying attention to us.

- Yeah, no, I know.
I saw your sign.

You put 1912 on the
wall at Westhaven.

You were trying to give
us a message, I got it.

- I needed people to
know what happened to me.

They had to start paying
attention, to uncover the truth,

to get me here, now.

- So, uh, what about Billy?

- Billy?

He was a loose cannon.
He was a liability.

He was making you
unhappy, I did it for you!

He was making you unhappy.

He caused you nothing but grief.

You said that yourself.

- No, that is not fair.

He was my brother.

Yeah, and I couldn't
take the chance of him

leading you to me
through the Crusaders.

Get back!

Move back against
those windows, now.

You, move.

SCO19, get back. I can see you.

- Right, so, Karl, come on.

What about us?

Were you using me?

- No.

No, I wasn't using you.

- Was it all bullshit?

- Do you know what? I meant
every word I said to you.

Every fucking word I meant.

Turn that off.

Turn it off, now!

- He's getting more agitated.

We may need to act soon to see

if we can minimise
casualties within the room.

- Central One Five
to Trojan Five Four.

Do you still have
visual from the gallery?

- Trojan Five Four. I
still have visual here.

- I want ground team on standby.

Prepare for dynamic entry.

- Trojan One from Trojan
Two Four. Stand by.

Critical shot may
soon be required.

Hold position.

Prepare for dynamic entry.

- Trojan One, ready to engage.

- [Hamilton] Central One
Five to Trojan Five Four.

Let's get a signal to Lana.
Critical shot is imminent.

- Trojan Five Four, received.

- I started this journey
thinking it was a one-way trip.

And you, you made me believe
there could be a future.

I thought you understood.

Thought that we were the same,

trying to get our lives
back together, bit by bit.

We both carry the guilt

of trying to protect
people and failing.

- Karl, look at me.

- [Karl] Surviving.

- Listen to me.

- Trojan Five Four,
critical shot is ready.

- It's not Ayesha that pays.

It's the innocent
people that have paid.

It's the kids that have paid.

It's PC Randall, Ali
Hussein, it's fucking Nut.

If she dies, they're
still gonna cover it up.

- You know what? I've
run out of options, Lana.

- No, you haven't.

- The dangerous thing about
hope is that once it's gone,

there's fucking nothing left.

- You've still got hope.

- [Karl] I haven't.

- You have got hope.
You've gotta listen to me.

You have got hope.

- [Karl] No, Lana.

- [Lana] Don't you dare.

- I haven't got
anything. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Lana.
- [Lana] Karl, please.

(crowd yells)

(shot fires) (crowd screams)

(tense music)

- Armed police! Armed police!

(officers yelling)

- Everybody out!

- Wash, we're here.

(dramatic music)

- [Man] Back! Back!

- I just need you
to hold on, okay?

Nearly there.

Just keep holding on, okay?

Nearly...

We're done.

Okay, we're good.

Wash?

(melancholic music)

- Lana.

Lana.

- Wash.

You can let go.

It's over.

- It's done.

(melancholic music)

(sirens blaring)

- [Lana] Morning.

- Hey.
- Good morning.

What time you in?

- 10:30, I think they said.

- These preliminary inquiries
can go on for quite a while.

- How you doing?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm getting some
support, talking helps.

- It does.

- You should know, we found
Karl Maguire's fingerprints

on John Hudson's mobile device.

We believe that this is evidence

that he was sending
you the texts.

- Yeah, and that
he manipulated John

into calling a number
that triggered the device

at the university.

Maguire framed him.

- What about the
suicide attempt?

- Set-up.

No drugs or alcohol
in his system.

He was knocked out.

I'd better go in.

Thom.
- Ma'am.

Sam, you're up.

- Take care of yourself, okay?

- You too.

- Sonya's inside,
trying to explain

what a twisted,
stranded wire is.

(Lana chuckles)

- Right.

- And John Hudson
is up and awake now.

He said he was using the A-Z
as a way to track the bomber.

Wanted to prove he should have
been made senior, not you.

His story checks out.

King's Head pub
round the corner.

I'm probably gonna
go and sit in there

and have a drink, or ten.

(chuckling)

- Yeah, I might
see you in a bit.

- Okay. Good.

Good luck.

- Thanks.

(lighthearted music)

- Hey.

- What are you still doing here?

- Ah, that's no way
to speak to someone

who brought you
coffee and a doughnut.

- Thanks, Sonya.

Oh, half a doughnut.

- Well, I have
been here a while.

(Lana chuckles)

How you doing?

Can't imagine how
you're feeling.

- Of all the people
to trust it was...

After Nut died, I was lost,
and that's where I ended up.

I thought me and Karl
had something in common,

same experiences.

- He did a number
on you, on everyone.

There's no shame in it.

- Thank you.

- What for?

- Answering the door at 3:00 am?

(Sonya chuckles)

Having my back?

- Well, any time, you know that.

Hey.

So what now?

- Pub?

- Plan.

(lighthearted music)