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When...

I'm not going to lie, I did picture a younger man. My name is D.I. Hegarty,

this is D.I. Lenker.

Well, latte, if you go, and extra sprinkles, please.

We're looking for these four men in connection with a conspiracy to commit a

terrorist action today, and we have evidence placing you at the heart of the

said conspiracy.

What, no lawyer?

Well, given the time pressure, danger of loss of life. Oh, like that, is it?

We're conducting this interview under provision of safety protocol.

So no lawyer, then? No.

It doesn't sound very safe.

What's the plan, Mr. Wozniak? I need targets, I need timings.

What? The evidence against you, seriously.

I mean, take your pick.

Oh, a twofer?

Where to look?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Okay, I'm now showing the defendant exhibit KC007.

Pages taken from a notebook found on your desk.

This is yours, Mr.

Thompson. Do you deny it?

Defendant does not deny it. What is this that I'm looking at here? Is this London

pubs?

London streets.

Mosque.

Mosque.

Mosque, what is this? You're looking for targets here.

Making a shopping list?

You're all over this. This is your planet.

What is this?

Hmm?

23785. An address?

A trigger code?

Mr Thompson?

What is that? Is that my writing? I don't know, is it?

Well, it's... It's diamond stuff.

What?

Wait, do you think this is all real? Because, I mean... Look.

See? Read that.

Cosmo special.

See,

I do these shows online, cosmonaut thing.

I mean, you wouldn't know. Why should you? But we have this online special, a

fictional one-off, really.

You expect anyone to believe that?

Well, it's just concepts, isn't it?

It's just blue sky shit, really.

See, look, logos, merch, ideas.

And you thought what? You thought terrorist handbook, did you?

Holy grail. Fuck me. I love you.

Can I get a copy of this when we're done?

Yeah, you can get a copy of it.

Closer to trial.

Ooh.

Levels. Of course, I'm in the little black book now, aren't I?

Do you think you can scare us off?

But you've heard them.

We're on a march.

I don't hear a thing. We're a fucking movement.

You were arrested en route to your own bomb factory. For you and you.

I'll give you a year tops.

Empires, they come and go, but you lot police.

Indicating preparation of nitroglycerin-based explosive material.

Replaced. Yeah, by who? By you and John Ramble?

I don't think so. No, this isn't about me.

This is about you.

Herman Munter.

And as for this ground shit, I've never heard of no flat 711. I've never been

there in my fucking life. You were arrested en route to flat 709.

And how was I meant to get in?

Where's my keys?

Hello? Where's my keys to said fucking flat?

Go on, check with them retards who went to my pockets when you arrested me.

What were you doing at Middleton Towers?

What's that, sorry? What's that, Herman?

What were you doing at Middleton Towers?

I got a mate looking to rent somewhere, so I thought I'd have a little nose

around.

All right, but do you know what? Fucking places to be.

Sit down.

Why,

who lives there, anyway?

Your fellow conspirator, Marco Rivelli, as you damn well know.

And what about the army building you detonated out in Thetford Forest?

Well, yeah, yeah, I was as burned away by that as anyone.

Oh. Yeah, cos I thought that was fireworks.

Fireworks? Yeah, yeah, in the van, you know, for the special. Special.

Yeah. Not fireworks. No, explosives.

Triggered by detonators.

You're detonated. Seven detonators. Fire starters acquired by yourself.

Fuck you now.

He's one of them conspiracy nutjobs, isn't he? No conspiracy.

I assure you.

Oh, my God.

Coercion.

Manipulation. You've done this before, haven't you?

And you, my love, you're the digital nymph.

You were in that forest.

You watched him die with your own eyes. I watched him die?

Come to think of it, who killed Marco?

I mean, really?

Your face.

Billy.

He walks out that fire on his own two trotters.

Wait, does she know?

Herman, she doesn't know, does she? Oh, keep up, love.

He triggered it, didn't he? Just give us the targets.

On whose orders?

Yours?

Not much light down here, though, is there?

Ooh, you're groping.

Groping.

Yeah.

You're needed in surveillance.

What happened?

Nothing yet, but Jen's got something.

What was all that about Billy in the woods?

Was it him? Did our asset blow up that bomb?

How should I know? It wasn't even there. We got a message from the spooks. They

just flagged up a location for one of their cell phones. Where?

That was for the station car park, 30 minutes ago.

30?

Finn,

come in.

Boss, I'm on the ground with Pavel. Getting pictures up now.

Right here.

Avvo!

Withdraw! Withdraw! Everyone out!

What is it? Out! Out!

Get back! Get back!

Pavel?

Okay.

Yeah, it's live.

We have a live device.

Looks like wireless switch.

Yeah. It's our detonator.

That's a lot of explosives.

Is it bigger than the bomb in the forest?

Yes.

How much bigger?

Here, my team just found this.

23 minutes ago, your boys observed the backpacks.

Nigel and Phil, last seen heading towards the platform.

Oh, they're hitting the trains. Is that it? Is that the plan?

I don't know anything about that.

What about the two bombs left behind in the van?

Who was going to carry them, you and Billy?

You know, it's only a matter of time before we match these backpacks with the

bomb that went off in the woods.

That is happening now.

Do you think you're safe?

You think you can sit here in the warm while your crew goes out and blows up

half of London?

Is that the right time?

You're not safe.

You win, you lose. You do get that.

You're into this now.

If people die today, you'll be the one they come for.

No, that'll be you lot, not me.

No, no, no, no, no. She's right. The worst case scenario is that I lose my

pension, but you.

They're going to make an example of you.

I don't think so.

Oh, mate, this is London.

It's a melting pot.

Pot kettle.

Atrocity, mass casualties.

It won't just be Brits.

Remember 7-7?

18 national flags at half-mast. Think about that.

God forbid there are Americans.

Or Indians.

Or Emiratis.

Allies.

Extradition treaties.

You'll be off detectives or Riyadh.

Guantanamo. No fucking jumpsuit. Fuck off. Death penalty.

Eye for an eye. All right. It's never going to happen. Well, that depends

where you go. The threshold for criminal evidence, it varies.

Some places, they're a bit more airy-fairy with a burden of proof.

Is that what you want?

You want to die like old Len?

Uncle Len?

Stone Age Len?

Come on.

You're better than that.

People listen to you.

I'm not a violent man.

You know, I'm an entertainer, really.

Yeah, an entertainer, right.

Exactly. And, you know, you're one of the lucky ones.

This is one of those rare moments where you get to choose.

Choose what?

How you want to spend the rest of your life.

And we can help you with that, if you're interested.

So have you got any lawyers back in that vault, then? Because, you know, maybe I

did hear some stuff. You know, sort of jokes, really.

Banter.

Only...

Might want to get a wig on.

Right mate.

We'd like you to negotiate terms with our witness.

Sure.

Any red lines for me? Red lines?

As I said, use your imagination.

Call me Clifford.

There's still time or he wouldn't be up for the trade.

Use your imagination?

What does that mean?

Take a wild guess.

Immunity?

Is your mate Denzik going to say about that?

Denzik will be playing card games in the disabled loo with the rest of the eighth

floor. It's just you and me now. There's no one else.

Boss?

Kim? Boss, we tracked down subject five.

When? Now, live.

TSU picked a professional match. Where is he?

He's up High Road.

Where's he going?

What's the target?

Is there any sign of a target?

I don't know, don't know, but we've got eyeballs now.

Do we have firearm?

On the way, I think.

Mark him.

Yeah, he's down. Pictures?

Nothing yet.

Kim, can you identify this suspect?

Yeah, yeah.

Yes, subject identified.

Are you sure? Are you 100% sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Is he clear for the public?

Do we have control and vision of the subject?

What did he say?

You know Delta 7.

This is DCI Daniel Hegarty.

Intelligence support.

We are live. Wait for my order.

Sir, waiting for authorization to shoot.

Shan, cameras.

Nothing, sorry.

Crossing the road.

Walking behind the cars.

Kim, still no visual.

Are we safe to shoot? Yes or no?

Do we have control and vision of the subject?

Awaiting authorization.

He's speeding up.

You are authorized to kill.

Are you receiving?

Kim, advise subject status.

We have a confirmed kill. Repeat, confirmed kill.

Kim, can you confirm the identity of the deceased?

Yes, Kim. Subject 5.

100%. Explosives, Kim.

D.I. Lenker? What?

We've got a sighting from PCU.

What is it?

She's bringing it up here.

Exiting Moorgate Station.

Subject 2 and 4, when was this?

Nine minutes ago.

And then what? Where are they now?

We're trying to access nearby cameras.

And where is Subject 3? Where is he?

Never boarded the train. Lost him headed east. He's tracking now.

Mum? Have you seen this? Yeah, we're watching the footage now. Can you, um,

can you hold on for a minute? Yes, Sandy, now I need a confirm and track

from that location.

Hey. Jo. We've got eyes on subjects two and four exiting Moorgate.

Can I call you back?

Yeah.

Cliff, any white smoke?

Yes. Synchronised attack.

12.45.

12.45? Yeah, it's 24 minutes.

Shit. Targets.

There is a proposal.

Okay. Immunity.

That's the ask.

Right, so he's in the clear for the detonators, the attack, any related

charges.

What? It's not in the manual.

Did you talk to Max? Yeah, it's your call. Max?

Hello, who's Max?

Max is a lawyer, like me.

For the Spooks.

Right, so what's the offer?

Immunity from what?

These are terms usually reserved for high-value assets.

He would, in effect, be protected from prosecution going forward.

What if we can't touch him? Ever? That would depend.

On what?

Well, there are limitations. There are limitations to this, Jack. Yes.

Crimes with a life sentence would fall outside of the terms of any arrangement.

It's the reason why we are under siege in our own backyard.

Yeah, yeah. Not to mention the officer that is lying dead in Leeds Infirmary.

Look, I'm aware it's not ideal, but this is a seller's market, and the clock is

ticking down.

Look.

Mm-mm.

Julia.

This is not our only option.

We have eyes on two of them right now.

Yeah, we're OK, you said.

Mum. Mum, we've got them entering Leadbetter Street six minutes ago.

Yeah, we're OK.

Lunch hour.

I need a list of possible targets within a mile radius. That's a hell of a list

of targets. While he's on it, he's en route with the firearms, too.

And what about the fourth man?

He's heading east from Elthfield. Yeah. Any advance on Elthfield?

No. Sadie's got him undocking an e-bike just after midday. Really? Where?

Heading towards Forest's Gate. Oh, come on. It's too vague. It's too chancy.

Look, do the trade. It's an opportunity.

An opportunity for what?

It's just a flick of a speed. Do the trade. Nobody dies.

What makes you think that Cosmo even knows the targets?

Well, I don't. It's just like the man says. Roll the dice.

Roll the dice.

It's a ladder somewhere.

It's a fucking snake.

It's both.

You see this right here? This is why they hate us.

Well, that's okay.

Oh, well, I'm glad you're happy.

Well, maybe I see things that you don't want to see.

Don't you tell me who I am. I am not you. Mum, I am not fucking like you.

Mum, we think we've seen them two minutes ago. Okay. Sean, you think or

you know? It's not confirmed yet. Shit.

Shit. Shit!

June, June.

Let's call it together.

Fine, okay.

Sure.

Fuck you.

Clifford!

Let's do the trade.

Get the targets.

How many targets?

Three targets, East Hamhalau Street Market.

Where else?

Claremont Hotel, Bardane Street, Asylum Six Holiday Camp, Pop Tub Jacuzzis.

And? What about Moorgate?

Immigration Centre, fucking leave to remain, double strike.

Bye.

Control. Alpha 1, short slide.

7, get in there.

Check in.

Yep. That is a kill.

Confirmed. Subject 4 is down.

Lobby clear. Subject 2 still at large. Commencing sweep of building.

Alpha 10, they did not complete the evacuation.

There are members of the public in there. Copy that.

Where are we with the other targets?

Jen? Information, please.

Yeah, we've evacuated the hotel.

Bomb squad are in now.

Any sign of Subject 3, Jen?

No.

Maybe he got spooked. I don't know.

They're under attack.

It's stairwell, second floor.

Stairwell.

Man down. I repeat, man down.

Kieran! Oh, my God, he was supposed to be on the piano.

I'm here now.

Give us a hand with Maddy's wings, will you? The blue one's worth the news.

fucking on the backpack

nobody touch

it don't you fucking touch

Clearance target, again.

The hotel.

Asylum seekers.

He's not there.

This is it. All or nothing.

Why would I lie?

Why would I lie?

What?

It's him.

Now, put your phone on the ground now.

Now, take your bag off and place it on the ground slowly.

Good. Now, stand up slowly.

Hands in the air.

Do as I say. You'll be fine.

Step away from the bag.

Keep going.

I'll change my mind.

Step away. I'll change my mind.

Stop! Stop!

Stop your count.

Did you get it?

Yeah.

All seven explosive devices accounted for. One officer injured.

And no members of the public were harmed, so... we're in the clear.

What about Nigel and the lads?

Cosmo, is he... Is he going to go to jail, or what?

Listen, my colleague Jen here, she will take you to a safe house just for a

couple of nights until we can sort something out for the long term.

Betty.

You're free.

If you'd like to come with me.

I was just calling to say that I'm okay, I'm safe.

Oh, yeah, good.

Yeah, we had a bit of a winter day, so... Yeah, I saw the news.

Right.

So, er... Panic over.

For today.

At least.

Yeah, good.

I'm going to drop your car back tomorrow.

Hey, um... Listen, I, er...

I meant to say I've, uh... I've just packed some of your stuff. It's just

basics.

Um... I, um... I think you should find your own place.

Yeah? Yeah.

It's, um... I think.

Yeah, sure.

No, fine. It's fine. Whatever you... Whatever you say.

Okay, great.

Leo? I mean, it's my fucking place!

Of course you're going to ask me to move out! My fucking place, you fucking slag!

Leo?

Leo? Wow, I mean... Oh, shit.

You don't doubt it. I didn't really think you had it in you.

Oh!

Fucking slag? Really?

Why are you laughing? Why are you fucking laughing?

I feel like I need to take a run-up, you know? I need to take a run-up to say,

oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No, no, don't.

Both in pain.

Might as well own it, eh?

If not now, when?

Yeah.

I feel like I was just some kind of glorified babysitter or something.

Maybe that's what you wanted.

A little bit.

Your full package.

Like you got to rescue us, or whatever.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe. But it was so much more for me, you know, for me.

You know, I wanted to have kids of my own.

I mean, it's not that Jacob wasn't enough, of course he was, but I wanted

to have that.

To share that with you.

Why don't you say that?

I don't know if you wanted them, did I? I mean, you were always going on about

work and work and work, and I thought, I don't know, is that an excuse? And I

didn't want to blow...

You should have asked.

Yeah.

Why are we doing this?

Why are we doing this? Why are you dumping this on me now?

Don't ask.

You said ask.

So I am. I'm asking.

What are you doing here?

House reserve.

His own cause.

Consent.

Right.

Did you catch his eye?

Next time.

Tell you what.

They're a bunch of fucking animals, that lot.

Oh, sorry to hear about your little Friday.

Leo, was it?

Yeah, that's bad luck, isn't it?

Must have been quite a shock for her, I imagine.

Did they find the bloke who did it?

You got something you want to tell me?

Well, yeah, I did hear that it was maybe a fan.

Yeah, from whom?

Well, just sort of people, you know.

Various gossip.

But I said to him, I said, I can't help that, can I? Because I don't tell people

what to do.

Well, maybe it never happened.

Maybe you made it up.

Do you ever think about that?

I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

We've done all that, haven't we? We've done that one. It's old material.

Although... I heard you were spreading your wings.

New York, Colorado.

Well, yeah, just a few meetings, yeah.

I'm expecting a full report, of course.

Well, no, no. That's not what we agreed, is it?

I mean, I'll give you here.

I'll throw in Germany.

Not that lot, no, cos they've been good to me.

You'll be needing your passport, though, won't you?

Gavin.

You think you've got the run of me, don't you?

I'm out of your fucking league, Herman.

So you're having fun already?

Wait.

Is he all right?

Huh?

Bear.

Yeah, well, if you do see him, just tell him no hard feelings from me.

Yeah? Can you do that?

Yeah.

Does he... You know, does he ever ask about me?

How was he?

How do you know?

So go on, did he give you anything?

Give you any names?

No, not this time.

Sorry.

You know what, we don't need this.

We can move him on, we can give him to the spokes.

Too much. Too soon. No.

We keep him.

We keep digging.

You should go home.

I'll call you a taxi.

Just sit.

You sure? Just sit. Just sit. Fucking sit.

For a minute.

Please.

Anything you need.

Anything.

I'm here.

Thank you.

No problem.

Can we have another one of these, please?

And can you do me a coffee?

Coffee.

What, from that there?

Well, why not?

If you knew you, then me, pal.

Well, what can I say?