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Here, give me your chain.

Put this on.

It's mic'ed up, okay?
So we can hear you through it.

All right, go on.

Hello.

Remember. It's just eyes and ears, yeah?
That's all.

Be patient, find your moment.
Let him come to you.

For Fuck's sake.
They've put fucking tomato in here.

Just eat it, would you?

For fuck's…
It's soaked right into the bread.

Nobody's allergic to tomatoes!

Yeah, but it's not an allergy as such…

Good, are you listening?
Do you want me to fucking hit you?

It's called a ketogenic diet.
It's about building up that muscle mass.

Right. That's enough, take five.

You all right, mate?

He looks a bit twitchy.

Don't he?

Fucking riot, this one.
I can't get a word in.

Where's Cosmo?

What?

Yeah, I just wondered where… where he is.

He's working, more than likely.

Come on. Let's see what you're made of.

Me?

Yeah.

Come on, boys.

- Come on then.
- Show us what you're made of.

- Get the gate for me.
- Hurry up. Come on.

You've done this before back in prison?

Now and then.

What about boxing, MMA?

- Seen it on YouTube and that.
- An expert.

All right, look.

Let's see what you got then, hey?

- Go on, Nige.
- Let's see what you got, Billy.

- Go on, son.
- Go on, Nige. Let's go.

Hit him, Nige.

Go on, show him.

Go on, mate. Let's go.

Yeah!

Don't get back up. Stay down.

Shit.

- Boss.
- Yes, Nigel.

Boss.

Look at this. He's gonna sodding kill him.

Give him a chance. He'll get up.

Right. Third camera. Who's that?

Bingo.

He's buzzed.

- Bambi legs.
- Fucking hell.

Somebody warm up the defibrillator
for Nigel.

You gonna let him mug you off, Nigel?

When I think of you

My heart remembers

All the love we've ever had

All the love we've ever had

Just me and you

When I think of you

Just me and you

Just me and you
Just me and you

And now here, you've got two faces
clearly in the sun.

And this little piggy in the middle here…

in the shade.

How is that photographically possible?

Light, shadow, light.

And as you can see from the file, sir,

Cosmo Thompson, real name Gavin Woznyiak,

he's been on the
watch list for a few years now.

Basically, the gym is a cash machine,
Billy Boy. ATM.

Prints money.
Just city boys all tryin' to be The Rock.

Yummy mummies trying to keep
their bums all tight for their husbands.

He looks like a clown.

- Sorry, is there a question here?
- Sure. I can frame it as a question.

- Tim.
- Here we are, one week in,

with all the potential fallout,
an escaped prisoner,

those words we all dread,
"police collusion."

Are you sure
we're not overstating the threat here?

Well, maybe that's the point.

You know, he looked normal,
he took out the bins.

We can't afford to drop our guard.

Seven detonators,

the key to any explosive device
and the hardest part to source.

Now these are military grade.

In my estimation,
all you've got here is hardware.

Bragging rights. Spare parts.

Yeah, well, with respect,
that is how you make a bomb.

From spare parts. Components.
In the right hands…

Oklahoma '95. Madrid. 7/7.

- Wow.
- That's…

- Quite the leap.
- A leap?

You know,

behind every intelligence failure,
every time,

when the facts were there and people go,
"How did they not see that coming?"

One thing was missing in rooms
like these. Do you know what that was?

- Dan, I'm too old to be schooled…
- Imagination.

So let's just use
our imagination here, okay?

Seven explosive devices.

Public transport, schools,
government buildings, places of worship.

What? Do you think that
the far right won't go there?

Because they're not suicide bombers?

They will.
And it's only a question of time.

We're in a new world.

New threats, new faces, so…

No.

I do not feel that
we are overstating the threat.

And he's been sitting on these detonators
for how long? Ten months?

Got no credible bomb maker,
no bomb factory,

unless there's a page that I skipped.

No. Give me something real
or I'm shutting Samphire down.

Community leaders have
announced plans for a public memorial

in memory of Rohaan Hussain.

Plans for the memorial have been led
by Margo Whitaker, MP.

The laws aren't helping.
They don't go anywhere near far enough.

We need to shut down all those people

who think they can pour out hate
with impunity.

- JP.
- The work starts right…

What do you make of…

Kim?

Well, he came with the boss, didn't he?

Like a Linus blanket.

If the Linus blanket was
a middle-aged white bloke

with a Burtons expense account
who gets triggered by the word avocado.

Fun fact.

Total Swiftie.

Oh, yeah. Like card-carrying, right?

We'll see.

"Cruel Summer."

Really?

So, Operation Samphire…

In the absence of a home run
from our asset Blue Eyes here,

let's focus on our bomb-maker.

Gun to head.

Do any of our five subjects look like
they could build a bomb?

No. I mean, granted, nowadays
you can build a bomb off the Internet.

But we've been tailing them for a week.
No red flags to speak of.

You know, even if you look at their CVs,
there's no ordnance history,

there's no record of them working
in any chemistry labs.

No purchase history of them ordering
any hydrogen peroxide or whatever.

Plus, I mean,
they're not much to look at, so to speak.

A bit of ABH. Dishonorable discharge.

Yeah, but I mean, Andy, subject five,
he works in town planning.

And Kieran, subject three, I mean,
he's not exactly apex predator, is he?

Yeah, I know. But that's how it goes.

Terrorists, mass shooters.

I mean, you get your fair share
of hard nuts from the good old days.

But mostly it's fantasists. Square pegs.

Deadweights dumped by their girlfriends,
glued to their socials.

Go to the wrong gym,
end up getting groomed to a cause

they didn't give a toss about last Monday.

The clock is ticking so look again.

Find our bomb-maker, whoever he is.

All right. Let's crack on.

Let's crack on indeed.

June.

How was the eighth floor?

Fine. Under control.

And the Suffolk Square investigation?

Mike's still scrabbling about the bins
looking for a murder weapon.

And counterterrorism? How was Dencik?

Yeah, well, when Billy delivers,
it'll all have been their idea.

So, they've embargoed any and all
information on Billy's prison escape.

Not a word to the media.

That's good for us, right?
I mean, imagine the feeding frenzy.

- Yeah. "Murderer on the Loose."
- "Police in Chaos."

It does mean that
we have to shore things up at our end.

Ashley, Cerys's mom?

Billy broke into her flat.
She thinks he's on the run.

She's marching up and down
Hackney High Street,

drumming up vigilantes.

So, well, I was thinking of asking Finn,
or someone from local to go down.

You know,
just to keep it sterile, unemotional,

so she doesn't go off on one of her…

You want me to tell her
Billy's back in prison?

You want me to use her trust in me
to sell her a…

An untruth, yes.

Listen, you don't have to work me.

Well, I wouldn't know where to begin.

I'm here.

I accepted the terms.

I help you find the fire starters,
you get me Rohaan's killer.

Thank you.

Sorry to ambush you.

- Have you got a minute?
- Yeah. Go on.

Come in.

Is it Redheath?

Sorry?

You shouldn't put him back there.
He's already got out once.

No. It's not Redheath.

Good.

That's good.

So where is he?

He's in temporary custody.

You know,
usually the police don't give a shit.

I'm serious.
I never thought I'd see you again.

So cheers.

Cheers.

Yeah. Good. Good, good.
Back in prison where he belongs.

This is bullshit.

What am I even doing here?

Look, this filth online…

Rohaan,

Suffolk Square,

- light, shadow, light.
- Shadow, light.

Yeah. Consider me red-pilled.

We're not ignoring the lies. I promise.

We're doing rounds
with social media companies.

But it's, you know, the usual flatitudes.

My feeling is we engage, we inflame. So…

Don't give 'em oxygen.

I'm afraid so. More widely,
did Dan mention the ELC briefing today?

Yeah. He said it went pretty well.

Why? Is there something I should…

Tell me.

How are we doing? Any progress on
targets, timing of attack, bomb factory?

- You'd have to ask the boss.
- We're running out of time, June.

Samphire may well be heading
for an early bath.

So life raft-wise, is there anything that
you think I should know?

Anything that you wanna share?

I mean…

Okay. Well, wind me in any… any time.

Taxi!

Two million views.

Twenty-four fucking hours.
Fucking unreal, Cos. They are watching.

Fucking broke the internet over here.

It's people waking the fuck up.

- No, I'm good.
- Hey, Cos…

Cos, tell 'em about your mate
with the broken leg.

All right, go on then.

Right, he slips on the street

and guess how long it takes him
to get an ambulance?

Four hours. When they finally get there,
guess what they say?

"Sorry we're late, it's 'cause it's Eid.
The firework displays were a nightmare."

Fucking Eid.

Four hours watching fucking fireworks
'cause it's Eid. Eid.

So what are we gonna do about it?

He breaks his vow of silence?

Now he fucking talks.

All right. Hang on.
Give him a chance. Give him a chance.

What did you say?

Just, like, I don't know.
We chat shit all night and…

- It's just talk.
- Big man thinks he's Che Guevara.

Fucking hell…

Is that what you think then, Billy? Is it…
Do you think… You think it's all talk?

I do, yeah.

What about you, Nigel?

What's your… What's your dream?

Mate, my dream…

My dream is running down Brick Lane
with a fucking machete, mate.

That's my dream. Like, hell…

It's like the Spanish and the Aztecs.

See, they all realized that we don't need
to take out the whole army.

We just need to find the big fucker
in the headdress.

Need to take out the chief.

Houses of Parliament?

Fucking hell.

Well, maybe not yet.

I mean, let's not run before we can walk.

What's that politician's name we've…

You know, the one running their mouth
on the rooftop?

Margo.

- Yeah. Margo Whitaker.
- Fucking bitch.

And giving it all that
about freedom of speech.

Pay her a visit.

She's going to this memorial tomorrow.
Big deal, looks like.

State-sponsored propaganda.

Probably got Coldplay
doing the funeral march.

- So what? Margo's gonna be there, is she?
- Yeah.

Okay.

What do you reckon?
Pay her a little visit?

Absolutely.

Like I say, you don't…
you don't wrestle a monster,

you cut off its head.

You're not gonna…

What, you're gonna cut off
her actual fucking head?

Maybe. Yeah, why not?

Or something bigger.

Tomorrow.

You all right, Margo?

- Teach that twat a lesson, son.
- You all right, Margo? Twat.

When was this?

About an hour ago.

- Cliff?
- Have you seen weapons on the premises?

No.

- Have they mentioned weapons?
- No.

Okay, so, what exactly do you want?

Something sticky enough
to make it worth arresting him.

Eyes on the prize here.

We put our heads above ground
with a nothing charge,

we lose the whole operation.

And we can't risk that.

JP.

So what? Margo's gonna be there, is she?

Named individual. Intent to harm.

- He doesn't mention harm.
- Come on.

Look, I'm sorry.
I don't make the rules. I just know them.

Incitement then? Enough to hold 'em.

Incitement of who?
This is a private conversation.

…you cut off its head.

You're not gonna…

What? You're gonna cut off
her actual fucking head?

Maybe. Yeah, why not?

I'm sorry.
This is a freedom-of-speech issue.

I know it's not pleasant.

I can hear laughter.
I hear merriment and joking.

Teach that twat a lesson, son.

- Clifford.
- Twat can be a term of endearment

- in certain circles.
- Twat can be a term of endearment?

In certain circles.

They're talking about
cutting a woman's head off.

They're getting high and talking shit.

He's right.

So what? We let them go
and cut off Whitaker's head?

Well, maybe he's talking figuratively.

Maybe. Yeah. Or here's a thought…
Seven fire starters…

What if they're gonna blow up
the fucking square?

Let's just calm it down.

We don't have any evidence
of the explosives.

We don't know what this is.

This isn't intelligence.
This is eavesdropping on a lock in.

So…

We hold our fire.

We don't have enough.

And what about the memorial tomorrow?
The threat to an MP?

Ma'am?

Serious question. Do you know how many
death threats I get a week?

I understand…

Yeah, seven on average.
It's seasonal. More in winter.

Margo, this is credible.
Your life could be in danger.

Then arrest them, whoever it is.

Not that credible.

Well, not if you ask the CPS.
But as you know more than anyone,

the law is not always our friend.

You know, I'm sorry.
I'm gonna stop you right there.

How does it look if I can't show my face
in a public square because I'm too frit?

No. My job tomorrow is to go out
as planned

and reassure everybody
our streets are safe.

Yours is to make sure I'm right.

Open it up, please.

You've been briefed? All set?

Yeah. Listen, sir…

Can we just… Don't you think it would be

a good idea to move this event indoors,
you know?

Make it a bit more private. A few cameras.

The MP called it. Ivy signed it off.
We are here to serve.

Look, I realize Suffolk Square, having
to go back there, I know that's hard.

It's a big thing to ask.

No. I'm not saying that.

- Okay.
- I'm fine.

Noted.

I'm just saying that doesn't this give him
license to, you know, see what he'll do?

Yeah. But I'd like to give him
some more rope. He might hang himself.

But what if…
What if we were wrong about them?

What if there's a bomb?

- We'll stop it.
- What if we don't?

I know. It's a judgment.

You need a ride?

No. I'm gonna go with the van.

Sir…

I don't know what happened up
on the eighth floor, but…

I heard they are getting twitchy.

Very twitchy.

I think they might kill the op…

I'll see you there.

Anything?

Look at this.

Billy's on the move.

If you're hearing this,
I'm gonna take a look around.

See what I can see. Be ready, yeah?

Hello?

Cosmo?

Shit.

I've got something. Come and get it.

Morning, everybody. Morning.

It's Kim,
get out and grab whatever that is.

Yep.

Thank you. Thank you, everybody…

- Sorry.
- …for being here this morning.

This is the worst part of my job.
Yeah. It really is.

What is it? What have you got?

Another stabbing on our streets.

Another life tragically taken too soon.

Which is why we stand here today
with a united purpose.

To remember Rohaan Hussain
and to ask for change.

So that we can control it.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- So that we can stop…
- Everyone focus.

If Cosmo is here,
he'll do something during her speech.

- In the last few days…
- Sir, visuals on Subject Four.

- Where?
- Just approaching the square.

He's got a backpack.

Is he alone?

Yeah. Wait, no.
Subject Three also with a backpack.

Keep him close.

Jen, join him.

- Roger that.
- Rohaan was universally loved.

Wait, can you… Zoom in… in the middle.

- Those two.
- …we thought we knew.

Oh, shit.

Everybody talked
about division and hatred.

- Shit.
- We thought these divisions not…

- not a thing of the past, sure…
- Shit. Shit.

…but receding into the background…

- Mum!
- …into the distance.

Finn, get me an update.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

- The truth is…
- Subject Three bag check cleared.

They're both heading into the crowd.

Rohaan's life was cut short
because of hate.

We tried calling you.

Where's your dad?
Why aren't you at school?

June, June.

- What were you thinking bringing him?
- No, no, no. It was my idea.

He just wanted to support you
as you've been upset. That's all.

Yeah, that's really nice, but you
shouldn't have come here, either of you.

- Why not?
- Because I don't want you here.

Jesus Christ.

It's not safe.

Jen, you take Subject Three.

Finn, stay on Four.
Do nothing until we find Cosmo.

…which is why I have been calling
for tougher legislation.

- It's a public event.
- Leo, just listen to me.

Right. Jacob, we're gonna…

- No, wait. Stop.
- Come. We'll just…

So we can finally get to grips
with the kind of hate speech, incitement,

that led to the stabbing
of this young man.

- Lies have consequences.
- Intruders on the roof.

South side. South side.

Hateful words turn to deadly action.

- Look, we need to go now.
- No, no…

- Get off of me. I'm not moving.
- Get off him. June!

Freedom of speech is enshrined

in our democracy.

Armed police! Police! Hands in the air!

Stay where you are! Do not move!

Armed police. Get down! Stay down.

- No. Do not resist.
- Put your hands behind your back!

Sian, I thought he was in his flat.

I'm telling you, we never saw him leave.

Or maybe you weren't fucking looking.

Where are they taking him? Which station?

Hackney Green.

All right, son. Steady on.

- I know my rights.
- Just there, please, sir.

Thank you.

Name?

Gavin Woznyiak.

Rest of your loose objects.

- They're processing him now.
- Well, get him out of there.

You do realize
we've got the press parked out front?

Too bad. They lock him up now,
we blow the whole op.

I need him back where I can see him.

Cosmo Thompson?

- Yeah?
- We've just had word.

No charges, Sarge.

You're free to go.

Well, well… Sorry, where is he then?

I'm just saying, if he's dead,
where's the body?

Hasn't the family been through enough?

Do you have anything to say
to Rohaan's mother?

Right. No autopsy report.
No photo release.

Just some fake picture in the papers.

Did he ever exist? Ever? That boy.
Or is he… is he fake too?

They can lock me up.

God knows they've tried, right here,
right now. But the fact is nobody died.

Nobody died!

And now you got Margo and her posse
being aided and abetted

by this bunch of muppets here
behind me. Using this lie.

And it's a whopper! This one.

To justify a rollback of our rights.

A purge of our cherished freedom.

And that's the real crime

'cause they're the real criminals!

Yeah. They're the criminals!

Light, shadow, light.

Light, shadow, light.

- Shadow, light. Light, shadow, light.
- What does that mean, Cosmo?

I don't understand.
So what did you think was gonna happen?

- I don't know.
- But you knew there was danger, right?

So why didn't you? Why didn't you know?

Because Margo insisted on going ahead,

and it didn't clear the risk threshold
apparently, so…

- What, sorry? The risk…
- Look, it wasn't my…

- I was against it.
- Yeah, so this was Hegarty then, yeah?

- Partly.
- Team player.

Do you think this is easy?

It's not. He made a judgment…

Defending him now.

I mean, wow! You know what? We all walk
around on eggshells all of the time.

- Sorry, who is this…
- But… No, this is who you are now!

- Who is "we"?
- Do you ever think to yourself,

"Have I actually made this world a safer
place than it was yesterday?"

- No.
- Why?

Because it's fucking stupid.

Right. Fucking hell.
Well, I'm stupid then, aren't I?

Everything is fine.

Leo, you're fine. Jacob's fine.

"Jacob's fine."
Yeah, you're the expert, are you?

What?

What?

I'm not the one who pushed him away, am I?

Well, that was a fucking car crash.

We are shutting down Samphire.

I want Fielding recalled and back
in prison before we do any more damage.

Redheath Prison. Graeme speaking.

Graeme, change of plan.

You sure?

Do it.

If you're joining us now,
some breaking news…

- Boss!
- It's out.

It's all over the news.

…Fielding has broken
out of Redheath Prison.

Must've leaked somehow.

Yeah, but who's leaked it?

It's Prison Services, right?

Bound to be.
Classic arse-covering toerags.

All right, but what about Billy?
And what's Cosmo gonna do when he sees it?

You can't be here. Move.

- What? What? Nige? What… I…
- Don't talk.

Don't talk. Just fucking move. Don't talk.

Get in.

- I didn't… Fuck.
- Get in.

- Just stay in there…
- I didn't fucking… What?

Floor 23. Floor 24.

Wait, Nige. Nige… Nige.
Hey! Hey! Nige, man!

What the fuck? Nige! Nige!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Jesus.

Hello, famous.

Yeah, I took a punt on the size,
but try it on.

Yeah, so I'm just gonna put you somewhere
safe a few days till it all blows over.

Nice view, bit of privacy.

What's he doing?

That's smart, huh? Very smart.

Give us a twirl.

Proper catwalk.

Yeah, that's sick.

He's fine.

Try on the gray one.

Wait, that's my meds.

Yeah.

Yeah, I need those.

See, they want you down, Billy.
They want you soft.

Cos, I n… Cos, I need those.

You're a supernova.

The fuck, man?

- That's my fucking meds.
- It's all right.

It's all right, nobody died.

Nobody died. Nobody died, did they?

It's all right. Look. Look at this.

Check this out, man.

Lads are losing their minds over this.

- Yeah.
- Billy, look.

It's… Yeah, I wish I was there.

- Really?
- Yeah, it looks insane. It's…

Liar.

What do you mean?

I don't know. I know
sometimes I get carried away, don't I?

But then in the end,
it's just… it's just talk.

Go on.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's just talk.

You…

You, Billy… You've woken me up.

You break out of prison, you come here.

It's like destiny.

What? Is that… What, is that funny, is it?

- You laughing at me now, are ya?
- No.

No, no. I feel it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah. I do. It's just… It's like…

It's like…

It's like it's meant to be.

- Fuck.
- What?

I don't know. Fucking… Maybe I fucked up.

How?

Well, I'll have the police
all over me now, won't I?

But then that is the beautiful thing

'cause they think…
they think I'm that chatty man.

But I'm not that, am I?

I'm this.

Let's get rid
of this chavvy looking thing, shall we?

It's horrible.

Shit. We're losing the signal.

The chain is dead. We've lost it.

Fuck's sake.

Can you clean it up?

I don't know.

Try.

Sir, Ivy keeps calling.
What do you want me to tell her?

About what?

Yeah, well,
she thinks you're avoiding her.

Yeah, well, there's a lot going on.

Yeah, I did say that.

I need a break.

If someone asked you,

"Do you think you've made the world
a safer place than it was yesterday?",

what would you say?

Well, it's…

Well, it's like my uncle Charlie used to
always say,

"It's all snakes and ladders.

Trick is whatever happens,
you keep rolling the dice."

Today was one hell of a snake.

Yeah.

This leak,

everyone's saying
it must be the Prison Service.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

If they get the story out on their terms,

we're on the back foot 'cause,

well, everyone's so busy asking
why the police haven't found Billy,

they forget to ask the real question.

How come he broke out in the first place?

Exactly.

Well, it makes sense.

It wasn't you, was it?

Was it me?

Yeah, who leaked it to the press.

Sorry, I don't…
Am I being a bit slow here or what?

It's just I did tell you that the
eighth floor was getting a bit twitchy.

And maybe… maybe you're looking around
and you're thinking,

"Well,

keeping Billy's escape private,
that's quite good for them."

A safety net. Eighth floor keeps
the back door open,

they decide to kill off the op,
you can just slip Billy back inside.

- No harm done.
- And now?

Well, now it's all over the news,
so no safety net. No back door.

But you have protected the operation.

And what makes you think that
I would go to all this bother

just to wind up the eighth floor?

It just seems like something you'd do.

Yeah?

I'm right, aren't I?

I don't know what you are talking about.

- I knew it.
- Jed.

- Sir?
- Is that for the lab run?

Yeah, the driver's just waiting now.

Just give me a minute.

Okay.

It's your murder weapon. Maybe.

Where was it?

In the gym. A locker.

Whose locker?

Don't know yet.

Boss?

Don't make me drag you
to where you know you wanna be.

Come on.

- For real?
- Yeah…

- For real?
- Yeah. Why? Do you wanna help?

It's time to burn
the fucking place down, Billy.

It's time to burn
the fucking place down, Billy.

It's time to burn
the fucking place down, Billy.

- For real?
- Yeah. Why? Do you wanna help?

Depends what you've got in mind.

Well, it's gonna be big.

How big?

Well, use your imagination, wee man.

Tick, tick, tick.

Boom!

Tick, tick, tick.

Boom!