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[slow-building, intriguing music]

[reel clicks softly]

[Ben Snow & Voltage's "Out in the Streets" plays, a reggae/techno remix]

[reggae beats grow in volume]

♪ Out in the street, they call it...

♪ Out in the street, they call it...

[high-octane techno]

[reggae beats] ♪ Out in the street, they call it--

[high-octane techno]

[reggae beats] ♪ Out in the street, they call it

[reggae beats blend into techno] ♪ They call it... ♪

[man shouts, muffled by the music]

Woah, woah, woah!

- Wait, stop! - [music stops]

- Get Garry! - What?

Oh, fuck. Fucking hell.

[low, intriguing music]

- What's up, Clareese? - You should see this.

Jeez, where is that?

Building site in the Paddington Basin.

Ooh.

[tense flourish]

[alarm blares]

[alarm cuts out, gunshot]

[gunshot]

[slow, tense music]

[phone buzzes]

We've got UXO in Westminster.

I'm just sending you through the pictures now.

World War II, looks like a thousand pounder.

We'll need an 800 meter radius perimeter.

- SOLDIERS: Morning, sir. Morning, sir. - Morning.

And I'll need you there as liaison, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and by the way, Norris called in sick,

so we've got Corporal Hanson standing in.

Aren't we lucky? Might even learn a thing or two.

Get the police onto the evacuation right away.

I'll head there now.

I'll see you on the dance floor.

We need to get onto Westminster City Council Emergency Planning,

Transport Police and TFL.

- Yes. - And the Mayor.

[slow, tense music continues]

[sirens blare]

POLICEWOMAN [on megaphone]: Everyone to Hyde Park, quickly and calmly.

This area is being evacuated.

Please make your way calmly to Hyde Park.

Ah, ah, ah!

POLICEWOMAN: This area is being evacuated.

POLICEMAN: You can take your coats with you.

If you can just make your way down the stairs for me, please, guys.

An old bomb's been discovered on a building site nearby.

We're evacuating.

[knocks]

POLICEMAN [through door]: This area is being evacuated.

Nice and calm, everybody.

Thank you.

[tense flourish]

POLICEMAN: Please leave the area as quickly as possible.

Yes, I completely understand that, sir.

We're shutting down the whole square mile. It's nothing personal.

[in Pashto]:

[policewoman continues orders over megaphone]

Stay in touch, bro.

BOTH: See ya.

- Look after them. - Yeah.

WOMAN [in Pashto]:

[intriguing music]

Thank you very much, sir.

Corporal.

Hi, I'm Gary, I'm the foreman.

I can show you, mate. Just over here.

Right. Okay.

Need a better vantage point. Is that building safe?

Yes, man.

Okay.

Could it, like, blow any minute?

Theoretically, yes.

[slow, tense music]

We'll need to get that drained, Corporal.

Yes, sir.

Is that your cabin?

- Yeah. - Mind if we use it?

- Help yourself. - Thanks, Gary. You can go now.

- Thank Christ. - Right, we'll make that our ICP.

So I want to get some protection built 'round it.

Sappers to go behind there and we'll meet with the suits in the ICP.

[chatter]

Hold on, sir. Slow down, slow down. Where are you off to?

I, erm, I have to get my laptop.

- Straight on, straight on. - Sorry.

Sir? Sir? Where are you going?

Come back! We've got a resident running down the street.

I said--

Oh, God.

So this is the same size of bomb as the controlled explosion

in Exeter two years ago.

As you can see, if it blows before we contain it,

you'll be very glad the cordon was in place.

Hardeep Gill, Westminster Council Emergency Planning.

Sorry I'm late, the traffic.

Is this a big bomb, like, like a biggie?

- Yes, it is. - Oh, God.

Well, running right under the building site here,

there's a 400 kilovolt mains cable.

We're going to have to cut off the power around the whole area

- until the bomb is neutralized. - Right.

I want the power off for as short as possible.

- Of course. - Chief Superintendent.

It'd be good to get access to relevant police comms

around the cordon.

No problem.

Sergeant Keane will stay in close contact.

Right. Thank you, Major.

Yeah, I'll try to make things as smooth as possible.

Break a leg.

Or whatever you guys say.

Don't be shit.

That's what we say.

[chatter]

[slow, tense music continues]

[on megaphone]: This area has been evacuated.

If you can hear this announcement,

please make yourself known to us immediately.

[police announcements continue outside]

[engine rattles]

[chatter, phone ringing]

[selection tone]

[music intensifies]

WILL: It's definitely a 500.

Can't tell from here if it's an SD or an SC, so...

- Hanson, Wardy. - Yeah?

Let's get the fucking water out, can we?

BOTH: Sir.

- Here you are, take that. - What fucking good would that do?

Protect your ego.

[she chuckles]

- Right. You ready? - Sir.

Well go on, then.

And don't be shit.

On my way, sir.

[tense music continues]

[engine rattles]

[music fades into silence]

[electrical fizz]

[distant alarms]

Right, that'll be the mains shut down.

[alarms blare loudly]

[slow, tense music resumes]

This is Sergeant Keane reporting.

We have started pumping water from around the bomb.

[on radio]: We'll report back when we make our next step.

Roger that.

Cordon secure. You are authorized to proceed.

Nothing's moving.

[music intensifies]

[beeps on]

[metal clatters, he grunts]

[engine hums]

We're on.

[beeps on]

[music quickens and intensifies]

Tony, take it a bit lower.

Thanks.

Hold it there, Tony. Go to thermal.

Switch back.

[sighs]

[chuckles] It's a fucking fox.

[whistles, they stop hammering]

[he grunts loudly]

[sledgehammer blows continue]

[muffled and distant hammering continues]

- All right, mate? - Got alarms going off in shops on Edgware Road,

- need to check 'em. - They're going off everywhere, mate.

The power's been cut.

Whole place has been evacuated for an old bomb.

What, so I can't get through at all?

It's shut down everywhere. There's nothing I can do.

- All right, cheers. - All right.

BOTH: Thanks, mate. Okay.

[slow, tense music]

That's water drained, sir.

Good.

- [Martin clears his throat] - All right, don't get your knickers in a twist.

It's not for now.

It's a little tradition of mine

for when we're done.

I'm not gonna force you.

[Will breathes heavily]

You okay?

Yeah.

I think we might need that clockstopper.

- Sir. - Right. Do you know what that is?

- Yes, I do, sir. Checked it on Monday. - Right, yeah.

- Do you know where you put it? - Yeah.

- All right, go fucking get it, then. - Aye, sir.

- [they pant] - Fucking hell.

G.

[loud scratching]

Alpha Hotel Two Seven, do a quick sweep of the cordon, please.

[on radio]: Roger that, Gold.

I just need your signature on this please, ma'am.

Thank you.

[on radio]: Stop the work.

Got a drive by.

Fuck.

- Is there anything out there? - There's nothing going on out here.

It looks like the apocalypse.

- You definitely got everything up, yeah? - Yes, ma'am.

[tense music continues]

Just a routine check.

Carry on.

[loud scratching continues]

All right, get the stethoscope

- as close as you can. - Sir.

- Just leave it down there for me. - Aye, sir.

Don't be shit, sir.

The Major is at the bomb and ready to assess the condition of the fuze.

Checking all clear?

Alpha Hotel Two Seven?

Leave the cordon immediately.

EOD are starting work.

[on radio]: Roger that, Gold, we're on our way.

All right there, Doots? Can you hear me?

DOOTS [on radio]: Just doing the final check, sir.

Ready when you are.

[airhorn blares]

There we go.

Right, there's the impact fuze.

12 o' clock. Aluminum. Not rotted away. Transit plug.

Oh, fucking hell.

That's a bit more complicated.

[music intensifies]

Right. Do you hear that, Doots? Time fuze.

Attaching mic steth.

[metallic ticking]

Fucking hell, it's ticking.

Clear! Hard cover, now!

Hard cover!

Move, move, move!

Unexpected development.

There's a second fuze and a timer.

And it's active. These were designed to create

maximum terror and confusion.

It could detonate any minute for the next 48 hours.

WILL: Deploying clockstopper!

The Major will deploy a magnetic clockstopper

to inhibit the fuze.

[he grunts and groans]

[music intensifies]

[grunts] Oh fuck.

Nobody fucking move!

Heads down!

Right, Corporal, green light!

Brace, brace, brace!

Switching on!

[switch clicks; music cuts out]

[magnetic hum]

[ticking stops, they pant]

[she sighs relieved]

Right, all clear!

Corporal, start building that mitigation wall!

- Jump up, mate. - Get back to it.

The timer has been stopped and the bomb made temporarily safe.

So now we're going to build the mitigation wall

for a controlled explosion.

This can take up to five hours.

So it would be great if we could get some pizza in.

[radio cuts out]

[loud scratching continues]

[scratching stops]

- X [on radio]: We hit steel. - Copy.

[they grunt]

[gentle music; horses trot]

[in Pashto]:

[in English]: Beautiful horses.

[machine rattles]

[tense music resumes]

Didn't really know what to get, so we kind of just got everything on the menu.

WILL: Ta.

[clicks]

DOOTS: What is Martin doing?

[air horn blares]

Everyone out.

[exasperated]: All right, what's going on, Corporal?

There's something weird here, sir.

Go on, then.

There's a shiny bit

on the bomb casing where the rust came off.

Probably where the digger hit it.

It's over 80 years old,

so the whole thing should be rust, right?

Oh, not necessarily.

It's got an active time fuze,

so it's obviously well preserved.

It's quite the anomaly.

[music fades]

WILL [shouts]: Back to work!

[metal clangs loudly]

[tense music resumes]

[shakes paint cannister]

- X [on radio]: G? - Yes?

We're in.

[grunts]

Fuck yes!

Too heavy. Cash and light jewelry, only.

Wardy.

- Like it's brand new. - That's weird.

[intriguing music]

Sir, I really think you should come and have a look at this.

MARTIN: Sorry to keep mentioning this, sir.

[clack]

[metallic ticking]

- [air horn blares] - Shall we--

It's fucking ticking!

All right, cover, now! Go, go, go!

Wardy, move it. Kris, let's go!

Go, go! Get your head down.

It just started ticking about 10 seconds ago.

Clockstopper's malfunctioned.

Power's still working.

Well, something clearly isn't, is it?

Go get the S-SET, Corporal.

[tense music builds]

WILL: Put it there.

- Right, Method J. - Are you sure, sir?

What choice have I got, Doots?

- Permission to speak, s-- - No.

Get your fucking head down.

Control, the timer fuze is active again

and the bomb is no longer stable.

The Major will drill the fuze

then apply a solution to clog the mechanism.

This is our last option.

Understood.

[he grunts]

[he breathes heavily]

Right, Doots.

I'm starting to drill.

- [metallic ticking] - Right, that's the drilling commenced.

[he breathes heavily]

Ma'am, look at this. This is the drone's POV.

This is where the bomb guys are. They have a generator running to power their equipment,

so I assume that hotspot is theirs.

So what's that?

The electricity is cut in the area.

That-- that shouldn't be there.

[generator hums]

[metallic ticking]

[breathes heavily]

[holds his breath]

[resumes breathing heavily]

[music fades]

[grunts]

[grunts, loud bang]

[tense music resumes]

Ma'am?

EOD! Stop the operation.

Stop? Can you confirm we are to stop, ma'am?

Confirm stop.

[air horn blasts]

Hold the fucking drilling!

[exasperated]: Are you fucking kid--

That is a hold on drilling. Can we have some more information, please?

We detected a heat signature inside the cordon. We need to investigate.

We think people could still be there.

Right. The police have detected an unidentified heat source.

[metallic ticking]

Chief Superintendent, what's going on?

Sorry, Major, but we've had to send a car in.

We'll relay police radio now to keep you in the loop.

WILL: I'm in the middle of a very dangerous procedure.

I haven't even finished the mitigation wall.

Which means if the bomb detonates,

I don't even have to tell you how bad that's gonna be.

I understand, Major, but we can't risk injury to the public.

We'll be as quick as we can.

[music intensifies]

[grunts]

[safe deposit box opens and closes]

[safe deposit boxes swings open]

[drill squeaks]

[man behind grunts]

Got you.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

Hey, put it on the trolley.

Huh?

All right.

[he grunts]

[metallic ticking]

WILL [shouts]: Corporal! Get into hard cover now.

Get in!

Right, explain yourself.

Clockstopper malfunctioned, sir, it's my responsibility.

You're risking your life next to a live ordinance.

That's fucking ticking. I mean, what are you thinking?

- Mate, it's a bit of kit, all right? - Mhm.

It's not worth your life.

Stay in hard cover, will you?

Please?

[music intensifies]

Cops, cops, cops! Quiet as fucking mice.

[generator hums]

[generator stops humming]

POLICEMAN: This is Alpha Hotel Three Two.

We're commencing the search of Portlea Place.

No suspicious activity so far.

Just checking entrance now.

All right, entrance is locked.

We're going to check the surrounding area.

[metallic ticking]

Just fucking tick, tick, tick.

All right, boys, let's get a move on. Quietly.

The heat signature seems to have disappeared.

[sighs]

ZUZANA: Major, stand by for clearing the cordon

and then you can get back to work.

Alpha Hotel Three Two.

Exit the cordon as soon as you've completed your check.

[metallic ticking continues; tense music]

Oh, excuse me, sir. You can't be back here.

The whole area's been evacuated.

It isn't safe, sir, can you come back towards here please?

Sir? Oi! Stop!

Cops are here! Go, go, go, go, go, go!

[music intensifies]

Nah, it's all locked. Get the bolt cutters.

- Yeah. - Sir!

POLICEMAN [on radio]: Non-compliant white male running inside Portlea House.

We're attempting entry.

Dump your tools. Get the fuck out of there.

- [metallic ticking continues] - I've got a bad feeling about this.

Go get your fucking helmet on.

Put it on!

Police cordon's been breached.

There's nothing we can do.

Just get your head down. Cover your ears.

This thing could go any second.

- Get that, Earl? - Yes, sir!

Cover your ears!

- Yes. - Right, watch your hand.

[music intensifies]

[metal snaps]

Doots, get on the deck, now!

POLICEMAN [on radio]: Entering the back gate now. In pursuit.

[music crescendos; metallic ticking stops]

[music fades]

Ticking stopped!

[silence]

[loud, rumbling explosion]

Get ba-- [grunts]

- [glass shatters] - [grunts]

Shit!

[low rumble]

[worried chatter]

[shocked silence]

[animated chatter]

[groans]

- Alright, alright? - Yeah.

Corporal! Head count!

We're all good, sir!

- Eazzi? - All right, Boss.

Doots! Can you hear me?

Yeah.

[intriguing music]

I need to see the bag.

- It's in here, sealed. - I need to check the gear, come on.

- The cops are out there! - What? You don't trust me?

It doesn't matter about the fucking cops.

They're out back. The car's empty.

[car alarms blare]

Mate, you okay? Newman?

NEWMAN: I think I broke my ribs there.

Happy?

Very happy. Stick to the plan.

X: Yeah, you too, dickhead.

Requesting backup. This is an active message. PC Newman is injured.

Get an ambulance there now.

EOD, are you receiving me? Over.

This is Gold. Are you receiving me? Over.

DOOTS [on radio]: EOD here. We're all okay.

Just... a bit shaken.

Glad to hear your voice.

Cordon, injuries.

There's n-- no major injuries

to report here. Wha-- what about in the cordon?

ZUZANA [on radio]: One of the officers in the cordon is injured.

Awaiting confirmation on any non-compliant individuals.

[tense music]

Hurry up!

[pants]

Ah fuck.

[they breathe heavily]

You alright?

[music intensifies]

[they grunt]

Joel, can you bring that one up and play it back?

CLAREESE: Maybe they were working underground and didn't hear the warnings?

Find the exact location and send someone out there.

Yes, ma'am.

- Go, go, go! - It's not working.

- What do you mean? - That's not working.

What do you mean it's not working?

What's going on here?

- Fuck. Swap, okay? - All right.

Sometimes this happens, all right? The blades stick.

I'll take yours, you take mine.

Right, now box.

- You okay, my friend? - Yeah.

[drone buzzes]

- Okay, I'm up. - Good.

[music intensifies]

Okay. Alright.

- [drones buzz overhead] - ZUZANA: Stay with him. The ambulance is on its way.

Yeah, soon as you can.

Look. Come on, man. The bomb's gone off.

- There's no threat. - Sir, I understand, but you have to wait

- a little bit longer, okay? - Oh, fuck.

[dramatic music swells and ebbs]

[he grunts]

[tense, pulsating music]

Going down.

G: Let's go!

Ambulance is on its way, mate.

- Can I go? Can I go after 'em? - Yeah. Go, go...

Go, go, go! Run, run, run, run!

[brakes squeal]

[pulsating music intensifies; sirens sound]

POLICEMAN [on radio]: This is Alpha Hotel Two Seven. Men seen running

out of Portlea House. We're in pursuit.

ZUZANA [on radio]: Get me SCO19 on the line.

- We need to stand up some firearms. - Right away...

[brakes squeal and echo]

Take us back! Take us back!

[pulsating music continues]

[wet, squelching footsteps]

POLICEMAN: Approaching the tent...

- You good? - Yeah, we're good but police turned up.

- We stick to the plan, yeah? - Yep.

[radio beeps]

Shh, shh! Quiet, quiet!

Torch, radio off.

[wet, squelching footstep]

This way.

POLICEMAN: Follow me.

[splashing footsteps]

G: In here, quick!

POLICEMAN: Check down there.

[music ebbs]

POLICEMAN: Clear!

- G, where are you? - Two minutes left and we go...

- Last thing we need... - ...with or without them. That's what we agreed.

G, come in! Come in, we've gotta go, G.

[intriguing, foreboding music]

Fuck! Fucking...

Get off me, man! Get the fuck off me! Fuck!

Thanks, lads! Me water's back on again. Nice one.

Enjoy the cake. I made it for ya.

- The cake's for us? - Meself, yeah.

- Here, take this, alright? - Thank you. Cheers.

A little something. It's all good.

It's open. Let's go!

Fuck it. Go.

Clear!

Hate to bang on, sir.

And I don't wanna step out of line, but...

perhaps they should test the explosive chemical signature.

They don't test World War II bombs, Corporal.

'Cause there's nothing there to test.

That's my point, sir.

I'm not 100% sure it was a World War II bomb.

When I was down there, I could see that the level of corrosion doesn't match up

to anything that we've seen in training.

Maybe we won't find a taggant

but we might be able to trace it back to somewhere.

- We might even see if there's any... - Okay, okay.

We'll send it up the line for further investigation. Alright?

That's one for the police.

There's no harm in checking.

[laughs skeptically] Fucking hell.

[foreboding music; he pants]

- Major Tranter here. - Go ahead, Major.

One of our team noticed some possible anomalies with the bomb

that you might wanna check out.

ZUZANA: I'm sorry, what anomalies?

Well, we're not really sure, so forensics should help, but...

it's possible it may not have been a genuine 1940s bomb.

I don't understand.

Nor do I to be honest.

So, I recommend you swab the explosive residue

for any chemical signature.

Post-detonation, our work here is technically finished,

bar our clean up and debriefing,

so it's over to you guys now.

Right. Thanks. We'll take it from here.

Disconnecting police comms now. Be in touch if anything else comes up.

[foreboding music resumes]

Oh, fuck!

[tense, pulsating music]

Y, are you there? Y?

Alpha Whiskey Three Four Five Eight, control.

I'm in the basement at 11 Portlea House.

There's a massive hole been drilled into the wall of the cellar,

leading through into the vault of a bank

next to Portlea House on Edgware Road.

I think someone robbed the bank during the evacuation.

Repeat, I'm reporting a bank robbery.

Excuse me.

Active message.

It appears there's been a massive bank job

on Edgware Road.

I repeat, a bank job on Edgware Road.

[sirens blare]

[helicopter whirs]

[in Pashto]:

Checkpoint A: Westway and Royal Oak.

Checkpoint B: Maida Vale and Sutherland Avenue.

[sirens blare, police whistles]

Checkpoint C: Edgware Road and Bayswater Road.

[tense music]

G [on radio]: Come in, copy.

Yes! Yes! Where are you?

Portobello Road and er, Westbourne Grove.

- Meet 'em by the Westway, yeah? - You're on, okay, go to the bottom of Portobello Road...

- Say, "Under the Westway". - Under the Westway.

[music intensifies]

[train rattles]

Here, here.

- G: Christ. - X: You stink, man! What did you do, go for a swim in it?

Open a window.

Fuck I can taste it! Go on!

[panting]: Let's move the boxes to the back.

[music ebbs]

- There you go. - What the fuck's that?

X: Cake.

Happy birthday to me, eh? Come on...

Oh, you mean this one? You wanna check it again?

I don't want to check it. I don't want-- If we get pulled over,

I don't want to fucking see it in the front.

Thank you very much.

[under his breath]: That was too fucking close.

X: Fuck it. Slow down, slow down.

Oh, fucking showtime.

Shit. That way's done. Cut off.

Ah, we've just been working in the sewer, boys. Got the stench to prove it.

How're you doing? Where you going to today?

- X: Where's the paperwork? - I've got the papers here...

Here.

Off you go.

POLICEMAN ON RIGHT: Morning, sir. Step outside the vehicle.

Thank you very much.

Smells lovely in here, don't it?

It's been a busy day.

[tense music swells]

Excuse me, ma'am.

Look...

London Water logo.

Get that out to all units.

- Go, Clareese... - Press Office needs something on new developments.

- No, not yet. - Okay.

I need to see the crime scene.

[tense, pulsating music]

[power drill whirs]

MAN [on radio]: Be on the lookout for anything with a London Water logo on it.

Checkpoint Foxtrot here. I think we let a water van through

a couple of minutes ago, heading west.

[muffled cheers]

- [they cheer loudly] - Yes, come on!

[muffled cheers; tense music continues]

Woo!

You fuckin' beauty!

Fuck, yeah!

[tense music fades out]

[cameras click]

Thanks.

Clareese... I need to know the names of the owners of all flats

at Portlea House.

I'm especially interested in flat 79.

Boss!

Afternoon, Colonel.

Thank you, Corporal.

This is CFA General Minton.

Afternoon, General.

[grunts]

Major Tranter. I'm the EOD operator on site today.

It could be hours before they let anyone in.

We've got a flight at 6. Can we just go get our bags? We're just at Portlea House.

Just round the corner.

Sorry, you live at Portlea House?

- Yeah. - Okay, you have to come with me.

- Why? - We just need a witness statement

because of an incident at your address.

Okay? Under you come.

[in Pashto]:

You can bring your family, sir.

- What flat number were you again? - 79.

Okay.

[on radio]: We have someone who lives at Portlea House.

They live in flat 79.

Why didn't you immediately report your concerns?

Sir, with respect, they were more the corporal's concerns.

I was concentrating on trying to make the bomb safe.

Still, you should have reported it.

But we know you're reluctant to involve superiors

when it comes to decision making, Major Tranter.

I was briefed about you on the way here.

Your past insubordination was mentioned,

but also the fact that you lost some colleagues under difficult circumstances.

Let's stick to the question, shall we?

Could you have reported the anomaly earlier?

I was in a Category A situation next to a live 500 kilogram bomb.

That was my priority, sir.

Police forensics have arrived. Let's see what they come up with.

- Thank you, Major. - Yes, sir.

- Carry on. - Thank you, sir.

[intriguing music]

[music fades]

[in Pashto]:

[phone rings]

POLICEWOMAN: We're interviewing the family whose storage unit

- was used in the robbery. - Be there in a minute.

Fresh clothes. Put your radios, your overalls, all your stinky shit down here

and I'll burn it with the van.

You want us to strip off here?

[chuckles] Don't be shy!

I like gold, bro, what can I say?

Just something for me mum.

Cheeky fuck.

There you go, mate.

[low-key tense music]

They don't have a translator but their son speaks really good English.

[they argue in Pashto]

Water, anyone?

[she cries]

No thanks.

[in Pashto]:

So, it appears your apartment

may have been connected to a crime.

Would you know anything about that?

No.

Sorry, sorry. What keys?

Okay, so these two men, they showed up at our door.

They were wearing blue overalls and they had all of these papers from the landlord.

And they said they wanted the keys to the cellar.

They wanted to put some building equipment or something there.

And we-- we gave them the keys.

Mr. Ka-- Kazza-- Mm... Sorry, I don't know how to say this.

Just call me Rahim, it's fine.

Rahim, did they keep the keys?

Yeah, yeah, they kept the keys.

My dad told me not to give them the keys...

My dad told me not to give them the keys,

but, miss, like, how was I supposed to know it's anything dodgy?

We're immigrants here. People come with official papers and we do what they say.

They asked for the keys, so I-- I gave them the keys.

I was, I-- I had no idea it was something...

- [mother sobs] - I understand. I understand.

[they argue in Pashto]

We've lost the water van, and no more sightings and nothing from ANPR.

Okay. Release the cordons and stand down the VCPs.

Copy that.

You can all go back in now.

[indignant chatter]

Thank you very much.

Okay. Thank you.

[low-key tense music]

What the fuck are these?

These...

are premium uncut diamonds.

How did you know which box they'd be in?

What does it matter?

X: Well, he's the diamond guy, right?

It's a family thing.

We've been mining these fuckers for generations.

So, why are you robbing banks?

Families are complicated, eh?

Y: Looks like a piece of glass, that.

G: Because they are uncut. It means they aren't traceable.

But once they're cut,

we could be looking at 30 million.

- Seriously? - Mhm.

Even split, yeah?

Would you mind if I go call my fence?

- I won't be long. - Okay.

Does anyone want a beer?

- Yeah, definitely bruv. - Yeah.

[shouts]: Get the fuck down on the ground!

- Fuck you! - Get the fuck down!

Come on!

[shouting, commotion]

[shotgun blast, Y whimpers]

[tense music]

[driver yells]

Shit...

Get up.

Fucking piece of shit!

Fuck you! Fucking...

You're a cunt! You're fucking dead!

G: I can't stay long, Ludo.

[low-key tense music continues]

No rum today then, boss?

Well, Corporal Hanson doesn't approve.

It's not my call, sir. It's fine.

Alright, well go and get some cups before he changes his mind, yeah.

- Lads, getting a drink. - You sure? I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable.

- MARTIN: No, boss. - You haven't got your notebook out?

It's not one for the records?

[Doots laughs]

Cups.

- Let's go. - Alright.

Sweet.

- There you go. - Cheers.

Right. Thanks lads. Thanks everyone.

A little toast, to absent friends.

ALL: Absent friends.

Good job today. Wardy.

Cheers, sir.

It was, er, good to work with you today, sir.

Cheers, Martin.

Yeah, well done, mate.

[in Pashto]:

Here.

My dear cousin. Yamas.

Yamas.

Well done.

[grunts]

[Y pants]

Stay with us.

I fucking never trusted that guy.

Yeah, you've been cleared to go up into your apartment.

But just so you know, there's no electricity in the whole area.

[in Pashto]:

What about the lift?

You good, yeah?

Yeah. Just one more.

- Do you want to rest here? - No, no. Keep going. Yeah.

How much are they really worth?

I'm not sure yet. Maybe, 4.2... I hope.

Come on.

What? You don't believe me?

[low-key tense music]

How did you know there were diamonds in the bank?

That's my job.

So, you know whose diamonds you stole, huh?

- Uh-huh. - Whose?

A man I used to work for. A man I don't like very much.

Why?

Because he tried to kill me.

Really? Why?

You want to know?

We had a good deal going.

I would fly into conflict zones, pick up under-the-radar stones.

I would smuggle them out on my person. Deposit them in the bank.

And then for some reason...

he decided to fuck me.

So, I'm fucking him back.

So, this one was up in your ass?

Not that one.

So, can I keep it?

Fine. Take it.

Can I have another one?

We had a deal, alright?

You... you paid for the job,

and I pay you back with a fuck-ton of interest, alright? Don't get greedy.

Are you going to tell me how much this is really worth?

What, what do you know about diamonds, huh? Nothing.

Do you know how to move them? To cut them? To sell them on the black market?

No, you don't know a fucking thing. So, leave the diamonds to me.

[music intensifies]

I've changed my mind. I'll take 50% of everything.

That wasn't the arrangement, alright?

You keep all of this, and I keep the stones.

That was the agreement.

50% is fair.

- That's not fair, alright. - This is fair.

- That's not fucking fair! - Yeah.

- You did fuck-all for this! - No, no. 50%. 50%!

No 50%!

50%!

The hardest substance on Earth, huh?

Wait, no...

You fuck!

[pants]

They're fake.

They're all fucking fake.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

[pants]

[tense music continues]

This guy you worked for.

He changed the real gems with the fakes.

Because he knew you were coming, right?

They must have fucking...

fucking followed me or bugged my phone or, or...

got into my fucking emails.

One of those guys must know something. Alright?

One of those guys knows something.

You are fucking me somehow, but I don't know how.

I'm not fucking you, man. Alright? I swear to you.

You're lying to me.

I'm not lying to you, man.

- Take him. - I'm not lying to you, man.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Wait! Wait, wait! Don't! Listen to me!

Wait! Fuck!

Wait, wait, wait! Listen to me!

So these... all these are fake?

No, no, no. You've seen it, man. You've seen it. This is all real!

No...

Left.

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

Wait! Wait! You know me, man!

We're family, alright? You know me!

[pants]

- Please. Please. - You're fucking me somehow.

No, no, no, no! I'm not fucking you, man!

No! Fuck!

[G sobs]

- Fuck! - You're still not telling the truth.

Look at me.

I swear, man. I swear on my-- I swear on my life.

I don't know where the stones are.

- Right. - No, no! No, you fuck!

You motherfucker! Fuck! No!

No!

Okay.

It's okay.

Let's take him to the workshop.

No, no! Fuck you... Ludo! Ludo!

Fuck! Wait!

Fuck! Ludo!

Ludo! Man, you don't need to do this!

Z: You're fucking dead, G!

You're dead, you hear me!

Dead!

Ludo, listen to me, man!

I'm not getting in there, man. Fuck that! Fuck you!

[Z continues to shout in distance]

G: Fuck!

- Ludo! - You shouldn't have lied to me.

Ludo! Ludo! Fucking hell!

- What about the others? - Z [in distance]: I'm gonna find you

and fucking kill you!

No, I want to talk to them later.

- Z: You're fucking dead, you slag! - G [in trunk]: Ludo!

I don't know where they fucking are!

Ludo, man! Listen to me!

- Z: Come back! - G: Ludo!

Ow!

Colonel Headley? This is Chief Superintendent Zuzana Greenfield.

I've just received the results of the bomb site soil tests.

Right.

Understood.

[phone buzzes]

Fuckin' hell...

- Colonel. - Major. The police called.

The results are back from forensics.

It was not a Second World War bomb.

The chemical signature is clear and traceable.

- To where, sir? - To us, to the army. It's a fucking nightmare.

Report tomorrow at zero seven hundred.

Sir.

[tense music]

[Y groans]

[snaps, X grunts]

[blood squelches]

- Fuck! - Help him!

Oh, God...

You alright? Hey...

Jumpstart the van. Go on.

Fucking losing him, bruv!

[engine starts]

Ah, yes!

Alright.

[bangs door]

[revs furiously]

[van wheels squeal and bangs door]

Fucking pump it!

You'll be okay, man.

[music turns somber]

I'm sorry, bro.

You put a tracker on him?

Yeah. I put 'em in all your new clothes.

Don't trust any of you cunts.

[engine starts]

[crows caw]

Ludo, listen to me, man!

I'm not fucking you, alright?

Just pull the fucking car over! We'll talk, okay?

We'll have a fucking conversation, alright man?

[G bangs the trunk]

Ludo!

[grunts]

[low-key tense music]

[sawing]

[door opens]

[distant chatter]

All good?

[music intensifies]

CLAREESE: Ma'am. The owner of flat 79's nephew

was kicked out of the family firm nine years ago.

And he has previous, both here and abroad. I'm sending it through now.

Yes, sir. The company that has the lease on the flats

is owned by the uncle of this man,

Giorgos, AKA George Karalis.

He did six months in Pentonville.

His previous was in Belgium for theft and diamond smuggling.

[clicks button, clockstopper whirs]

That's new.

I'd like to speak to Chief Superintendent Greenfield.

Our equipment has been tampered with.

Thank you very much, sir. Have a great flight.

Thank you.

G: Ludo! You know me! We're fucking family, alright?!

You remember that shit? I've known you since you were fucking ten years old,

- man, alright? - Put some music.

G: Pull the car over and we'll talk about it?

[classical song plays]

Ludo! You fucking greasy motherfucker!

- [loud classical song plays] - G: Don't fucking do this to me!

Ludo!

[intense operatic music]

Shit!

Go!

Get in front! Get in front!

X: Get out!

Fuck!

Huh? You!

Z: Fucking hell! Careful!

[music ends abruptly; silence]

[gunshot]

[two gunshots]

Shit... Fuck!

[grunts]

[trunk opens]

How are you, bruv?

- [speaks indistinctly] - [panting]

Hey, boys! Am I glad to see you both, hey.

Hey, listen, man.

I'm sorry, alright. They fucking set me up,

so they could get the diamonds.

Fuck you! Fuck you, man! Fuck you! Listen, you dumb fuck!

Listen to me! I don't have the fucking things!

What did you think was gonna happen?

Listen...

[tense music]

[gasps]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot, tire deflates]

[tire deflates]

[music turns intriguing]

[tense music]

Gotcha!

To all airports, international train terminals,

passport officials:

Giorgos Karalis. 30s. White.

Known to be traveling on either a Maltese or South African passport.

To be arrested, immediately.

[jewelry clinks, driver laughs]

[tense music]

Hi there. Mackenzie, 229. I'm afraid I forgot my key.

Okay. Of course Mr. Mackenzie. Do you have any ID at all?

Er, yeah, in my room. Yeah.

[beard trimmer buzzes]

- Hi, Corporal. Sergeant Palmer. - Nice to meet you.

- Hi. - Hi.

Could I get a ticket for Marrakesh,

the next flight, please? There's my passport.

I know he's got some, er...

He's had some psychological problems.

PTSD?

Yeah, maybe, or...

Er, disenchantment?

He volunteered to stay in Afghanistan, apparently.

The lads at the base said that he was mad for it.

You know this guy?

No, I've never seen him before.

But him...

I recognize.

Rahim.

He was Major Tranter's interpreter.

The Major managed to get him and his whole family over here to safety.

I've seen him at functions.

All roads lead to Afghanistan.

Karalis spent a year there working in some gemstone mine.

Clareese, put out a UK border stop

for questioning on Major Tranter and Rahim Kadedadza.

Yes, ma'am.

[gently intriguing music]

Karalis is at Heathrow. He booked a flight to Marrakesh.

- [notification music] - WOMAN [on PA]: Attention please.

Final call for Air Turkey...

Er, passport and that's my boarding pass.

- Enjoy your flight, Mr. Melville. - Thank you.

Karalis is not on the flight to Marrakesh.

- He checked in and then he vanished. - Right...

And guess who the night security guard was on the bomb site?

Payam Kadedadza, Rahim's brother.

Follow up on that. We're just arriving at Major Tranter's house now.

- Police! - Police!

Police!

Clear!

Ma'am...

[tense music]

[music intensifies]

[seabirds call; music continues]

[street buzz; music continues]

[music fades into low-key, traditional Turkish music]

Well, your bomb went off a little early.

The cops were all over you like a fucking mash, mate.

- I had to make a decision. - Yeah, well, you made the right one.

Thank you.

Did we get what we needed?

I think so, yeah.

Right.

What was that all about?

Things got a... little ugly.

But I owe you my life, my friend.

It's okay.

So what are you going to do next, eh?

- I've got some ideas. - Hm?

Some things I wanna clean up.

Maybe we do this again?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

Maybe.

[suitcase rolls loudly]

- Salam alaykum, man. - Alright?

We good?

[sighs] Thank fuck.

Are we ready?

- Fuck, yeah. - Let's do it.

[tense music]

Our best price. For all of them.

[sighs]

There appears to be some misunderstanding, gentlemen.

We'll take our business elsewhere.

Okay, okay. Please wait.

Okay.

Mazal?

Mazal.

Tell me when.

When.

[transaction beeps]

Confirm. It is done.

[transaction beeps]

It's done indeed.

G: Thank you. Thank you.

Even split.

Huh.

[Rahim chuckles]

G: Right.

[they chuckle]

[they speak in Pashto]

Let's go, boys, eh?

[tense music continues]

RAHIM: Oh, sorry.

Good luck.

Goodbye, my friend.

[music swells]

[music fades]

[intriguing music]

Fuck you, man. Fuck off!

- Eh? - In the truck, now!

Ah!

Listen to me... listen to me, boys.

I have money, alright? I have money. I can pay you boys.

- Shut up! - Okay, I can pay you. Listen... hey, you.

Fuck. Fuck!

[speaks in Pashto]

If we clean up the bombs

they will tell us about any enemy movement.

I'm gonna do everything I can in order to clean up the area.

[in Pashto]:

- Salam alaykum. - Salam alaykum.

- And "where is"...? - "Chairta".

- Chairta. Chairta tor ghar? - Yeah. It's good.

WILL: Shit... Terry.

Get cover. Now.

Fuck! Stop! Stop where you're walking.

I just stood on a pressure plate.

[pants]

Shit.

There's fuckin' IEDs everywhere.

[trucks rev]

Boss...

Who the fuck are they?

Fuck!

[terrorists yell, gunshots]

Stop! Look at me!

Stand there! Do not move!

We're surrounded by IEDs.

Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing here?

I work in the mines. Precious stones.

WILL: Why are you tied up?

My boss is trying to fucking kill me, man!

His bodyguards are taking me to him.

I help you, you fucking help me.

I'll help you, man. I'll help you!

[gunfire continues]

Hope I don't regret this.

Here. I need you to take these snips.

Make your way around to that mound and look for a big tub of explosives.

Why can't you fucking do it, man?!

My foot's stuck on a pressure plate.

So if I lift that, we're all fucking dead.

- Right, right. - What's your name?

My name's Karalis.

Karalis, step over this wire,

we need to neutralize that IED.

- Understand? - Alright, alright.

Because on three, I'm gonna cover ya, alright?

One, two, three.

[Will shoots]

Fuck me, man!

- Rahim! - Yeah?

I need you to cover for me, mate.

No, boss, no gun!

Yes, you fucking can!

You've done the training now.

[gunfire continues]

What can you see?

Nothing yet.

Start slowly digging around that area.

Slowly.

I see a yellow plastic box, huh?

So, round there, there might be a cable or a detonator.

[gunfire]

WILL: Carefully now!

There's a fucking grenade here, man!

Alright! Don't fucking touch that.

Can you see a cable or a detonator?

Fuck! Yes, I see a cable, man.

WILL: Trace that back to me.

[gunfire; tense music]

G: Gah!

I can't do this!

Look at me. We can do this together.

Right, just take your mind off it.

Tell me about your boss.

Fuck that guy, alright?!

He fucking owes me,

and I'm gonna get fucking payback!

I'll fucking owe you one after this, mate.

So, let's pay him back then, yeah?

[bullets whizz past]

Why the fuck are you here, eh?

British Army. Bomb disposal.

Yeah, well, you missed one.

Haha, nice one.

Hey, do you wanna get us out of here?

- Let's go then. - Yeah, yeah. Fuck yeah!

WILL: Alright. Rahim! Cover for him, now!

[gunfire]

I see a plastic tube covered in tape.

Right, that's the detonator.

Cut both of them wires, one at a time.

Alright.

Boss! I need ammo!

[music intensifies]

WILL: Just cut the other one!

- Ah! - [music ebbs]

[fire crackles]

[sighs]

Oh, fuck, no!

Rahim! We good?

- Fine. - Karalis?

[Will laughs]

I like you. I wanna see these fucking stones now, sexy.

Hahaha! Let's fuck, eh?

[clicks]

[tense music]

Rahim!

[loud explosions]

[explosions fade out]

[The Clash's "Police and Thieves" plays, an upbeat rock song]

♪ Police and thieves in the street ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Fightin' the nation With their ♪

♪ Guns and ammunition ♪

♪ From Genesis ♪

♪ To Revelation ♪

♪ The next generation ♪

♪ Will be, hear me ♪

♪ From Genesis ♪

♪ To Revelation ♪

♪ The next generation ♪

♪ Hear me ♪

♪ And all the crowd come in ♪

♪ A-day by day ♪

♪ A-no one stops it ♪

♪ Anyway ♪

♪ All the peacemaker ♪

♪ Third world officer ♪

♪ Hear what I say ♪

♪ Police and thieves in the street ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Scarin' the nation with their ♪

♪ Guns and ammunition ♪

♪ Police and thieves in the street ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Fightin' the nation with their ♪

♪ Guns and ammunition ♪

♪ From Genesis ♪

♪ To Revelation ♪

♪ The next generation ♪

♪ Hear me ♪

[singer vocalizing]

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ And all the crowd come in ♪

♪ Day by day ♪

♪ No one stops it ♪

♪ In anyway ♪

♪ All the peacemaker ♪

♪ Third world officer ♪

♪ Hear what I say ♪

♪ Police, police, police and thieves ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Police, police, police and thieves ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

- ♪ From Genesis ♪ - ♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Police, police, police and thieves ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ And I'm scarin', I'm fightin' the nation ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Shootin', shootin' their guns and ♪

- ♪ Guns and ammunition ♪ - ♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Police, police, police and ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ I'm scarin' ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ I'm scarin' the nation ♪

♪ Police ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Police ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ You gotta take a beat ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Here come, here come, here come ♪

♪ The station is bombed ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Get out, get out, get out, you people ♪

♪ If you don't want to get blown up ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ The police, the police and the thieves ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ You gotta lick the ground ♪

♪ But you are trapped in the middle, punk ♪

♪ Police, police, police, police ♪

♪ Police, police, police, police ♪

♪ Police, police, police, police ♪

♪ Police, police, police, police ♪

♪ Police, police, police, police ♪

♪ Police, police, police, police ♪