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♪ AURORA: The Blade ♪

♪ Fall into my arms

♪ Like you trust me

♪ I'll keep my bloodstained hands

♪ Off your body

♪ I feel rage. ♪

What time is it?

Six-thirty.

Time to go.

Yeah.

You should have worked - in bomb disposal. - Sshh!!

Look at her.

It's fucking nuts that she came out of me.

Don't know what time I'll be back. That's OK.

We'll be out clubbing anyway, so...

Love you.

We love you too.

Bon app.

Ugh. You sound like my nan.

Fuck off.

I just overdid it at the gym last night, that's all.

Oh, my God. I've gonna have to get my arse in gear now you're here.

Hey, hey, hey, here she is.

Give a little round of applause to welcome Amber back into the fold.

Alright, alright. That'll do. That'll do.

OK, so, transfer rota for the day.

Amber and Marcus, Winchester pick-up.

Murray, Jonas. Category B prisoner.

Firearms offences. Going to Cookham Wood on medical grounds.

Copy that, boss.

Jaz and Joe. Streatham pick up.

Warner, Gary. Category C prisoner.

Rioting and racially aggravated public order offences.

Request to be closer to family, approved.

Transfer to Bridgend.

Bridgend? As in Wales?

So that'll be a late one, right, guv?

Only I've got a thing tonight. Oh, you've got "a thing?"

Take the overtime, you twat. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Any other day of the week I could do,

but I'm part of this group, innit? Let me guess, Bible study.

That's hilarious, Joe.

No, it's er creative writing, if you must know.

Prose or poetry?

Y-A. Fantasy. Jesus.

I could use the overtime, Phil.

First day back, are you sure?

Yeah. Yeah. It's fine.

Fine.

- You go with Joe. - Yes. Jaz, you're riding with Marcus.

Happy, happy? Happy, happy.

Ready? Yeah.

Harrison Dempsey, you face ten counts

as the leader of the organised crime group known as Pegasus.

The charges against you are as follows:

money laundering, illegal drug trafficking,

people trafficking for the purpose of modern slavery,

fraud, and conspiracy to murder.

Do you plead guilty or not guilty to these charges?

Not guilty, My Lady.

You may be seated.

Prosecution, proceed with your opening speech.

Today is special.

The first day of the trial we've all been fighting for.

This unit's investigation into the Pegasus crime syndicate

is the single biggest deployment of resources

in the history of the National Crime Unit.

Seven years in the making.

We've celebrated more birthdays, kids' graduations,

and wedding anniversaries inside these walls

than I care to remember.

And that's all because of one man...

Putting Harrison Dempsey away

is the only thing that anybody in this room cares about.

And the success of a guilty verdict rests on the testimony of one man.

Tibor Stone is the most precious asset we have.

Following his arrest Stones agreed to give evidence in four days' time,

to identify the key players within Pegasus

and to give us a detailed list of the hits he carried out

under the orders of Harrison Dempsey.

In exchange, he gets witness protection and a reduced sentence.

Those of you who know Stone and what he's done,

the idea of cutting a deal with him

will turn your stomach as much as it does mine,

but his evidence could destroy Harrison Dempsey and Pegasus.

We know it.

And they know it too.

So we should expect that they will do anything

to stop him taking that stand in four days' time.

And I mean anything.

Deputy Commissioner Sandeep Varma.

Three vehicles from our Specialist Firearms Command unit

will escort Stone from his safe house

just after midnight on Friday morning.

They'll enter London at 5am,

taking him directly to the Old Bailey.

Tasking? Anything to add? All good, sir.

Investigations? Fine here.

O'Neil?

Er...

could we have a word, sir?

How the fuck did they find him? It is just chatter.

It could be a bluff. Yeah, and if it's not?

I'm not losing this witness. He's the key to everything.

We have to move him right now.

If Pegasus know where Stone is, four days is a long time

to leave him exposed at that location.

Well, I can send an armed response unit to escort him down.

it's gonna take them four hours to get to him.

No. That's too long. Surely, we can scramble a local firearms unit,

- a prison van, or something. - We could take him to a local police station

and wait for more security. No. I want him out of the area.

If we can get him to London, we can put him near the Old Bailey.

Shall we check that with the boss?

It's a change of plan. Well, she's in court.

I have operational control.

What's your er...?

what's your dissertation about?

The efficacy of rehab programs in reducing recidivism rates.

Oh, well there you go.

That's er...

That's progressive, forward thinking.

Nah, it's bullshit.

How are you gonna reform a rapist? A murderer?

Or a bigoted, fascist prick like our man in the back here?

And how much money is that gonna cost?

Are you gonna put that in your essay?

No. I'm going to tell them exactly what they want to hear.

I'm going to pass the exam and bump myself up into the next pay bracket,

thank you very much.

Look, don't get me wrong, it is laudable, studying for a degree.

Totally. But that little 'un, Mia,

she'll be out the door before you know it, and you'll wish

you'd grabbed every second you can with her.

Trust me.

Alright, there?

Warner, Gary. Category C. Transfer from Streatham.

Your prisoner. OK. Right, you are.

Phil? How you getting on?

We're just leaving Bridgend now. "OK. so, got a weird one for you."

Head Office had a call from the National Crime Unit.

They want us to make an additional pick up.

Sorry, yours is the closest vehicle.

"But look on the bright side, triple time."

They want us to make an extra stop.

You'll be bringing a prisoner from a location near St Davids

to police custody in London.

The Old Bailey. It's an overnight transfer...

under armed guard.

OK.

"The pickup locations classified.

"But you'll link up with police en route.

"Follow the escort until you reach your destination."

Have you ever done this sort of pickup before?

No.

- Alright? - Yeah. That's yours, for what it's worth.

- That's it? - That's it. Ever administered insulin?

No. Right. He's type-one diabetic.

Needs an injection before every meal,

or if his blood sugar spikes, or he's experiencing crashes.

OK.Don't worry, he's good at telling you when.

We took away his insulin pump. It's safer if you do it.

Safer?

Why? Who is this guy?

You don't want to know.

What does it say? Male. IQ 145.

Type-one diabetic.

That's a hell of a Tinder profile.

Well, look lively, here he comes.

Wait.

Your prisoner.

I'm gonna walk you to the van. You'll be placed in the back

for transportation.

Do you understand?

Hands.

Congratulations.

Excuse me?

How old is your baby?

I don't have kids.

My mistake.

This is Mobile Two. We're on the move. Package on board.

Head for the A40.

"Roger that." What the hell's going on?

Stone's location has been compromised, ma'am.

I had to make the call to bring him to London.

Well, where is he now? He's on the move.

So far, so good.

How was day one?

Oh, you know, relaxed, low key.

Look, I need Stone in that court room in four days' time.

Our whole case is riding on this. He'll be there.

Be honest...

...this is the best part of your job, isn't it?

We're all set.

Every eventuality is considered.

Nothing you missed.

No.

Trust me.

It's nearly over, Dad.

You're wearing cufflinks.

Funny, isn't it?

How boys start dressing like men

when they think they're about to become one.

Well...

gotta rise to the occasion, right?

They're five minutes away from a roadside diner in Pencoed.

- And? - Well, the guidelines stipulate he needs a comfort break

every two and a half hours. Jesus Christ. Can we secure it?

They'll be in and out.

Alright. Make the call.

Clear the diner.

Comfort stop.

My partner will take you.

Hands.

Hiya. "Hi."

I've only got a minute while the passengers in the gents.

"I needed to hear your voice."

Sorry. Who is this? Shut up.

So, when you coming home?

I think a few more hours yet.

"That's a long shift."

I was hoping Phil would have gone easy on you on your first day back.

Baby, we've spoken about this.

I'm good at my job. I love it.

And if we want Mia to grow up in-

A world that's safe, yes, you need to do your bit, I get it.

Thank you

Anyway, who have you got in the back?

"Anyone interesting?"

I don't know.

He's odd.

It's all a bit odd, to be honest.

But nothing I can't handle.

"(BABY COOS)"

Go on, put her on.

"It's Momma." Hello, my baby.

"(BABY MIA COOS)" Mia, it's Momma.

Babe, I gotta go.

"OK, see you later."

When did they tell you I was being moved?

How much notice did you get?

You're not trained for this.

You're unarmed.

So is your friend.

That smacks of a last-minute change. Right?

You're way out of your depth, aren't you.?

I'm hungry.

You got that cig?

I'm gonna need a shot of insulin.

You have to do it for me.

Not here. It's a public space.

We have to go somewhere private. I don't think so.

The Human Rights Act, 1998,

which incorporates the European Convention-

Do you want your shot or not?

Then lift up your shirt because this is as private as it gets.

Thank you... Amber.

Time to go.

OK.

They're on the move, ma'am.

I want more vehicles on him. I'm not taking any chances.

Who the bloody hell is this guy?

Where is everyone?

This is Mobile Four.

There's a traffic accident ahead, the tunnel is blocked.

"We need to back up and turn the convoy around."

Something's off.

"This is Mobile Five. We're taking fire."

Secure Stone. Mobile One, do you copy me?

Mobile one.

"Mobile Five, come in."

Get down!

Aahh!

Aahh!

Move! Go, go, go, go!

Ugh.

Get back-up in there. There is no back-up.

I mean any police officer in the vicinity with a fucking gun.

Just move!

Hey! Get me out of here!

Hey!

They're coming for me!

Argh!

Mobile One, do you have eyes on Stone?

Take cover! Move!

Ugh.

Hey! Open the door!

Ugh.

Hey!

Get me out of here!

Ahhh!

Let me out! Open the door!

Open the door!

Where the fuck are those police?

Two minutes out, ma'am.

We need to move.

What are you doing? So you can't run.

Fuck!

What are you doing? Making us disappear.

I need the battery

Urgh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Come on, run.

We've gotta get off this road.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What're you doing?

Hold your breath when we hit the water.

Are you out of your fucking mind?

We'll be pulled under briefly.

Just float for a second, get your bearings, and swim with me.

No way! No fucking way!

She's coming to get us. It's the only way out.

Do you want to die here, Amber? - Of course I don't. - Then we jump.

I...Come on. No. Please.

Quick!

Oh, my God, OK. Quick!

Ohh! Hoo!

Ready? Wait. Just wait. Wait.

How we looking? Everything golden?

I don't have him yet.

Shit. Fuck!

"Eight armed police officers are dead.

"Two NCU protection detail.

"here's one body in the burnt-out truck:

"a male prison transportation officer."

Any sign of the prisoner? "Negative, ma'am. He's missing.

"So is the second transport officer."

Maybe they got away with him - somehow. - Get me their file.

O'Neill, I need to know if there was any chatter around this hit.

Names. Exit packages. Anything.

On it. Throw a perimeter around the area,

with every available officer.

The Prison Transport Officer's details are incoming, ma'am.

Amber Todd. Three years in post.

She completed basic Control And Restraint

and De-escalation Training, no firearms experience,

or advanced scenario-based drills.

Then she's out of her depth even if she is still alive.

I need to speak with you alone.

I'm sorry, Jo.

Every step of the way I've been assuring people you've got this.

And look at the state of you. I won't let you down.

It's too late, Alex.

Jesus, seven fucking years. And for what?

11 people just died in that tunnel.

And our key witness is gone.

What the hell were you thinking?

You should have got clearance from me to move Stone.

There wasn't enough time. If he dies

and the case against Dempsey collapses,

I'll hold you responsible.

Now, find him.

What the fuck just happened?

Come on.

She'll be tracking us. Who is she?

I trained her.

We have to call your people to get us out of here.

OK.

There.

It's alright! Bless you, bless you.

OK. TV?

Do you wanna see a bit of TV?

It's alright.

"The convoy was ambushed in what officials are calling

"a calculated militarised assault that left 11 people dead.

"Including eight police officers, two national crime units' agents

"and one prison transport officer."

Come on.

Pick up. Pick up.

"This is Amber, I can't get to the phone right now,

"but I'm all yours after the beep!"

OK, there's no phone.

We have to keep moving. If she's tracking us,

we can't stand still. Oh! What the fuck?

What are you doing?

You have to stop the bleeding.

What bleeding? My back.

Oh, fuck. Pull out the shrapnel

and clean the wound. If I lose consciousness,

I could go into a diabetic coma. OK.

OK. I can do that.

Agh! Ugh! Ugh!

I can't reach it. So, unlock us.

Er, I lost them when we jumped. Fuck.

Find something to smash them with.

These are reinforced alloy. I need a blowtorch

to even make a dent. OK? You're going to have to help me.

Ugh!

OK.

Fuck. Pull it out.

With what? With your fucking hands. Just do it!

Here for the pain.

I don't need that. Do it.

Argh! OK.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

Give me the fucking ruler.

Urgh!

Urgh! Urgh!

OK. I'm gonna pull now.

Alright.

Argh!

Urgh!

Urgh! Urgh!

Argh!

Ugh!

OK. OK.

OK. Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

Clean the wound and bandage it.

You could have run.

Ready? Alcohol.

Argh!

Urgh!

Why did you come back for me?

It's my job to get you to court.

Who are you?

Who are these people trying to kill you?

My name is Tibor Stone.

I'm a material witness against an organisation called Pegasus.

My former employers.

I'm testifying on Friday.

Unless they get to me first.

And the woman who's hunting you...

you said that you trained her.

You trained her to do what?

To kill people.

What the bloody hell are you doing in here?

It's OK. It's OK. I'm a Prison Transport Officer.

OK, I need to use your phone, please sir. It's an emergency.

Sir. It's Amber Todd.

Todd?

This is NCU Operations Director Tebbit.

Is Stone with you? "Yes, sir."

Thank Christ.

"Are you OK?" I'm fine. But Joe...

My partner is dead.

I-I'm sorry to hear that.

And what... what condition is Stone in?

He... He has a wound to his back, but he's... he's stable.

Right, what's your location.

We'll get an evac team to you and get you out.

"Er, we're... we're in a river guard hut.

"The docks on the east side."

Half a mile downstream from the tunnel."Right. We're on our way."

OK. And, Todd...

...you watch yourself with Stone.

"He worked as a contract killer for Pegasus."

47 confirmed kills,

and that's only the ones we know about.

Good luck.

Shit. Help me, please!

Help me!

Tibor? Tibor.

How far away are they? Any second, sir.

Not insulin.

I need a glucagon shot.

This one? Yeah.

It's OK. I'll go and get them.

OK.

Hello, Nina.

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