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I've got at
least two VB IEDs here.

Oh my...

Lana, get me out this car!

- Calm down!

- You tried to kill me
and that wasn't the deal.

I need proof that my
brother is still alive,

and if I do not get that,
I will do everything,

everything in my power to stop you.

- I hope for your sake, she
does what she's supposed to.

- Professor Callum Schroeder.

We believe that the terrorists

are now holding him as a hostage.

- What kind of weapons?

- Nuclear.

- No time to lose, Professor.

Let's finish this, shall we?

We have new information.

Facial recognition has picked up Schroeder

and his kidnappers on
approach to an airfield.

- It's a bomb. I think it's broken.

- Pulling a wire out
of a timer to disarm it

is just too easy.

Bronze Command EXPO One,

there was radioactive
material in the aircraft.

EXPO Eight, we need to follow
Trojan One's lead on CCTV.

- I'm on it.

- Shit, shit, shit.

Back up!

- Contact explosion.
- EXPO Eight is down.

- It was a trap.

Just

walked Hass straight into it.

- What did they need the pilot for?

- He was just a delivery boy.

- And they let him live just to trick you?

- What's gonna happen to me?

Because I can't cope.

I can't deal with losing people anymore.

I can't deal with not
saving people that I love.

- But you can't save everyone.

- You were explicitly told

to step back from this investigation.

- I don't buy your reasons
for shutting us out.

There's something going on here,

and I will get to the bottom of it.

- Have you lost something?
- Yeah, my car keys

- One of these and you
still managed to lose them?

- We've got confirmation
from bomb data analysis.

The bomb underneath the pilot
was never meant to detonate.

The device was a decoy.

I think they're using him
to give you information.

They're playing us.

What information is he giving you so far?

What's the only thing he's said?

- Just that the men he delivered to

were speaking Farsi over the phone.

- There you go. They want
it to look like Iran.

They want to start a war.

- Sorry I'm late.

- Sorry, who are you?

- Erm, Kai.

- Kai?

- Yeah.

- No, I think you're in the wrong room.

- Uh, no, Sir. This is Kai Gadley,

our expert from the Atomic
Weapons Establishment.

- Expert?

- Alright.

- Hi.

- How old is he?

- Kai will be our touchstone

for any information required

surrounding a potential nuclear device,

as well as advising the
government on next steps.

- Yes. What we do if it's here-

- It is here.

- And what the government's
response should be.

- Right, so, they told you about Iran.

- Sorry, Iran?
- Well...

- Well, the pilot said that the
bombers were speaking Farsi.

- It's unusual for a British
pilot to speak Farsi,

don't you think?

- Well, apparently his wife speaks it.

So, of all the pilots,

they just happened to book that one.

These people don't make
mistakes. It was a come on.

- Yes, but why point the finger at Iran?

- We know they once had the
ability to refine Uranium 235,

and we also suspect the US strikes

on their capacity to do so
were not entirely successful.

- Which gives them the means.

- No, but not the motive.

They have nuclear enemies at home,

so why would they come for us?

- Yeah, exactly.

- I've already passed this onto Cobra.

- Right, well then we're fucked.

That's exactly what they want.

- Who's they?

- Mercenaries, as I was just getting into.

Ellie, please.

We've identified one of
them as Sebastian Pinchbeck.

Born in this country,
started off in petty crime

before moving on to more
organised endeavours.

From there he found his way
into private military contracts.

- Right, mercenaries. So,
this is proxy warfare.

- It would appear so.

But who's paying them if it's not Iran?

- Sir, can we have a word?

- Yeah, of course.

- Planting nuclear weapons for cash.

What the fuck is wrong with the world?

- You need to let the higher ups know

we have doubts about Iran's involvement.

- Oh, well.
- Of course it may not matter,

but we can all suspect it's not them.

But unless we prove otherwise,

- You're trying to force your
way into this investigation.

- Now my team are in this investigation

whether you like it or not.

It's up to you how much
information you share with us.

But I will say this.

You were the one who stood in front of us

and said, "When we point the finger,

we'd better get it right."

Well, I'd say you stand a much
greater chance of doing that

if you stop keeping my
officers at arm's length.

- The main reason SO-15 have been

kept out of this investigation

is because we suspect the
terrorists have an inside man.

- Detective Sergeant Morgan.

- I want to see my brother.

- As you wish.

- Luke Morgan. This is today's newspaper.

Are you gonna show this to him?

Who's it for?

Helen, don't try and find me.

Don't do what they ask.

- There is more I need from you

before this is over.

- We know that you're
building a nuclear weapon.

You left evidence.

Radiation.

A sick truck driver.

It's not hard connecting it

to the man that you kidnapped.

They are going to find you.

- That's good.

Let's go for a drive, shall we?

Or would you rather that's the last time

you saw your brother alive?

- Broadly speaking, you've got
two types of nuclear weapon.

Fission, fusion.

Fission is the simplest to make.

And given the fact we suspect
Schroder will be working alone

and not in lab conditions,

we can be pretty sure
this is what he's built,

which...

will look

like this.

- It's like a very dark "Blue Peter."

- Sorry, had to work
with what was available.

You,

erm, you are now missing
some drain pipe outside.

- Just get on with it.

- So, you've got your large piece

of subcritical material up this end.

Smaller piece at this end.

It's the gun barrel method.

It fires a smaller piece
into the larger piece

and you achieve critical mass.

- Which means what exactly?

- Chain reaction.

Mushroom cloud.

- Everyone dead.

- And how big is that?

What's the blast area?

- If they have what we think they have,

then we're looking at the equivalent

of a tactical nuclear weapon.

There.

Not massive in this context.

Viable diameter of 300 metres.

- So big enough.

- Right, so they want a specific location.

- Yes. Parliament, a concert.

Not an entire city.

- Still, thousands dead

and third degree burns for
everyone within 11 kilometres.

And the fallout would kill
hundreds of thousands.

- This is, this is a lot.

- Cheers, Kai.

Danny.

You alright?

Wow.

- Yeah. Wow indeed.

- That's amazing. Congratulations.

Thanks, Wash.

- Why didn't you tell me sooner?

- Timing hasn't been great, has it?

- Yeah. Can't argue you with that.

Yes and I get it.

If that means that you're
not gonna be able to-

- No, it's...

I'm not going anywhere.

I mean it.

- Well, it was you that
said you can't have plans

and be an EOD.
- That's true.

But I've got a kid to feed now.

- Yes you do.
- And plus,

you need me.

- That is true.
- Mm.

- That's great news.

The army was a simpler place.

Wasn't it?

It's all about protecting your mates.

We all had the same purpose.

We really were one big family.

But now I'm home.

I'm still EOD, but the
threats feel bigger.

The bombs are closer.

I'm constantly trying to
protect everyone, but I feel,

I just feel totally alone.

- Look,

my kid,

my kid was born

during my second tour of Iraq

and my section was tasked with,

with cleaning up after the IEDs,

putting bits in bags.

And so I come home to meet my kid

and I think that just by holding him,

I could give him my nightmares.

And so I didn't.

- You didn't hold your son?

- No.

Not for a long time.

- What about now?
- Hold him every day.

But he's a teenager,

so I do it to piss him off.

Gonna take him to the game tomorrow.

Then he's gonna have to hug me

if we score.

When we score.

- So what's changed?

- It's because I've chosen to live, Lana.

And I do. I choose to live.

Every day.

But I couldn't do any of this until

I left the army.

- We have live facial recognition in place

at all transport hubs.

We've increased the number
of patrolling offices

and all ARVs are on standby.

- Good.
- Because it's the weekend,

we also have several high
profile events happening,

which are pulling in big crowds.

- Why not just call those off?

- Well cancelling one could be put down

to a problem with a venue,

cancelling all of them...

- Well, they want an explanation.

- And the government aren't yet ready

to publicly concede a nuclear
weapon might have made its way

onto British soil on their watch.

- They'll be butchered in the press.

- Better than a nuclear detonation.

- Well, I'm not sure they
see it that way, but yes.

Which is why it's down to
us to solve this problem

as quickly and preferably
quietly as possible.

Get a list of potential targets drawn up.

I want EXPO to start checking them.

And where is DS Morgan?

- Yeah, I'm not sure, sir.
- Well, find her, please.

And get her in here now

- Sir.

- Lads, time to load up.

EXPO One,

list of potential targets
coming your way shortly.

- Received.

- What's on your mind?

- Erm, yeah, so yesterday I was...

with my therapist.

He reckons I need to leave EOD.

- Wow.

You know, I can't say I'm surprised.

- No?

- When's the last time
you were happy, Lana?

Genuinely happy, because I can't remember.

Look don't get me wrong,

you're not the easiest
person to deal with,

but there's no bullshitting with you.

What you see is what you get.

And that's rare.

You deserve to be happy.

- Well, let's get this job done

and let's get out of this alive.

- Ellie, I need to know the last location

of DS Morgan's personal phone.

I can't get hold of
her at all. It's weird.

- Hang on.

The last ping was 9:00 PM yesterday.

It was stationary for 10
minutes before it went offline.

What the
hell is she doing there?

Central One to EXPO One.

Assistance needed.

EXPO One. What have you got?

Central One-Three
has found Bronze Two's car

abandoned in a remote location.

Circumstances suspicious.

- Tell him not to touch anything.

We're on our way.

- I found her car with the keys inside.

I thought I should call you.

- Yeah, you did the right thing.

Well, no sign of any
devices they used before.

Not taking any chances though.

Here's keys.

Right, I'm gonna do a full sweep.

Yep?

- DS Morgan had a Bluetooth
tracker on her keys.

I need you to access her cloud account

and find out where it is.

Send me the location, okay?

I'm gonna see if I can find her.

- Wait, Brenton,

I'll get another EXPO
team out to clear the car.

We'll come with you.
- That might be too late.

- He on time?
- Bullshit.

Bring her to me.

- Alright.
- Right, Get the gear going.

Let's go.

We need to start moving, now.

There's a couple
more of these to go. Let's go.

Neil!

Neil, run! Run!

Run!

No.

- How did he find you?

Give it to me.

The fucking tracker. Give it to me!

Clean him up.

Whatever you do, do it quickly.

You're coming with me.

Still no response
from Central One-Three

and we've had unconfirmed reports

of gunshots in the area.

What's your ETA?

- We're about a minute away.
- Copy that.

- Come on.

We've got work to do.

Sit.

Sit.

So, this is where the magic happens.

I can control the whole
operation from right here.

And you,

you've got a front row seat.

- Check Brenton's car.

Danny...

- Oh shit.

- Oh, fuck.

- DC Hackett?

- EXPO One found DC Brenton's
body near Welcham Street, sir.

- His body?

- Yeah.

She said he had
multiple bullet wounds.

- Get CTSFOs there now.

- You guys okay?

Any word on the gunman?

- We're waiting for confirmation.

- I have access to Welcham Street CCTV.

It's coming up now.

There.

A riot van?

- Can we get in closer?

DS Morgan.

She's with Pinchbeck?

- DC Brenton had gone looking for her.

EXPO One, this is Central One-Four.

Armed suspect is Sebastian Pinchbeck.

There's one hostage with him.

Hostage confirmed as Bronze Two.

- It's Morgan.

Shit.

- Hold your positions.
Backup's on its way.

Check if the
tracker's still live.

- Copy that.

The tracker's online.

It's in a building about
350 metres from you.

Okay, we're going after her.

Copy.

- They found a copper's body.
- Okay.

- They're on their way to you.
- Yeah. Okay, good.

All going to plan.

Collapse everything else down.

Everything.
- I'm on it.

The entrance is
coming up on your right.

The building's unoccupied.

Understood. On approach.

- Let's kill comms.

Once inside, take
the staircase at the end

of the corridor to your right.

- EXPO One, Bravo, are you receiving?

We've lost comms.
- Yeah, me too.

- EXPO One, this is Central
One-Four. Are you receiving me?

Trojan One, Central
One-Four. Can you hear me?

- What's going on?

- There's been a comms blackout

at the location where Brenton was shot.

- Just there?
- Yes sir.

All other units seem to be working fine.

It's just anyone within
a mile radius of them.

- You lot in the right place?
- I think so.

We're TSG support. We're running late.

- Can I see your IDs?

- Yeah.

- And your authorisation number.

- Hang on, let me call my DS.

Lot of comms are down.

- Yeah, ours too.

One sec.

Skipper.

Yeah, we're just at a vehicle
check waiting for clearance.

- Okay.

Yeah.

Good.

I'll hand her to you now.

Get my men through security.

I could easily make another call.

Think of your brother.

- Yeah, let me put her on.

- Yes. Sarge.

- This is DS Morgan.

My authorisation code is

1-7-9-

Sierra-Zulu-8.

- Understood.

Your comms still down?

- Yeah, I got nothing.
- Yeah, me too.

They're trying to
funnel us into something.

It's never this straightforward.

Hold back.

What are you thinking, Wash?

- Phil, you got smoke?

- Yeah.

- Send it down the corridor for me.

Keep it low.

Smoke out.

- Electronic trip wire.
- Another trap.

What are we gonna do then?

- Well, I'm gonna take a look.

- No, it's not safe. We'll
have to find another way.

- Yeah, I'm sure that's
what they want us to do.

I'm done doing what they want to do.

Fuck.

What is it, Wash?

- I've got two chargers.
One above the trigger line.

I can't get to it.

I can't neutralise the device.

- Rendezvous at 1-1-5-4-2-3.

One hour.

1-1-5-4-2-3.

- Yeah.

Make sure everything is in place

and our contingency is on its way.

Okay?

Yeah.

Nice one. I'll see you there.

You know your friends
are gonna be coming soon.

I've left them a little surprise,

downstairs.

And if they are lucky enough
to get through that, well,

they can't be finding you
in one piece now, can they?

And this little charge

should take care of that.

- You're gonna have to
pull your lot back, Phil.

It's too low for you to get
through. We can't risk it.

- No fucking way, not
happening. We ain't leaving you.

You'll have to find another way.

- Phil. There is no other way.

The whole place might be rigged.

- Can't leave you.

- I'm not losing anyone else.

Go.

- Alright.

Let's go.

- I would like to take this opportunity

to thank you for your service.

You and your brother.

You know, he was an easy mark.

He had a real thirst for money.

But then again, we all have
our weaknesses, don't we?

- Wait, wait.

- Helen?

- You're looking for DS Morgan?

You just missed her.

- Where've you taken her?

- It's me and her in the building.

You really think my people
would leave me here like this?

- Oh, I think your people
would do a lot worse than that.

You're trying to tell me
that Morgan put that on you?

- Yeah.

What's the matter?

You don't think that
she's capable of that?

- I know she's not capable of that.

- Bronze Two-One. I have to
report back to Gold Command.

- Yes, Sarge.
- Thank you.

- Where's the bomb?

Not that.

You know what I'm talking about.

We know you've built a
nuclear bomb on UK soil.

Where is it?

Are you starting a war?

For who?

- Iran.
- Huh. Bollocks.

- And why does it matter to you?

- Well...

World War III?

- If you only knew how
much they were paying me.

Yeah. Then you'd understand.

Whatever happens here today, yeah?

It'll make things better.

So what are you gonna do now?

- I'm gonna diffuse that device

and then you're gonna tell
me where that nuke is.

- Okay.

Lana, look at me.

It's too late.

You lost.

I lost?

Fucking hate losing.

Let's take a look at this.

Yeah.

Tell me where that
fucking nuclear weapon is!

Tell me, where is it?

I am not gonna remove
these from your stomach

until you start talking.

There was mo...

There was money to be made.
- Okay.

- But it's hard to bet... Fuck.

On a volatile currency.

So we had to make the
financial attacks first.

He said it would be easier to do all this

if we were to undermine your security.

So we decided to bomb your offices.

Yeah.

- What about the nuclear weapon?

- They wanted to make it
look like it was Iran.

- Who?

Go on.

- The fucking Americans.

- Why?

- Use your brain. What do you think, Lana?

So their government would go to war.

- Where is it?

What match are you taking boy to then?

- Friendly. Us versus the USA.

- Oh. So five nil to us then.

Hopefully.

Fuck.

- Whatever you do to me.

It won't stop a thing.

'Cause the game, Lana,

it's almost over.

- Call it off.

- I can't.

Even if I wanted to, I can't.

Not with my employers.

They always have an insurance policy.

- How long have I got?

- Not long enough to get clear.

All that money.

I won't even get to spend it.

- Pinchbeck's dead.

I know where the nuclear weapon
is. We need to move fast.

Alright, let's move.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

Are we're back on comms?
- Yeah, we're back, yeah.

- EXPO One?

Gold Command, this
is EXPO One. Do you copy?

- EXPO One, Gold Command.
We've just about got you.

We switched to the military network.

It's good to hear your voice.

- Okay, well, you're not
gonna say that in a minute.

Pinchbeck is dead.

White Sun event confirmed.

- White Sun? What is that?

- It's the nuclear weapon. It's real.

- EXPO One, are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm absolutely sure.

It's at the England USA game.

Pinchbeck said it's the
Americans that are paying them

and they want it to look like Iran.

- False flag operation.

- They don't wanna drag us into war,

it's about the Americans.

Get me everything you have on that stadium

and what units we have in the area.

Right, everyone listen up. This is it.

Alert Cobra, Five Eyes and
the intelligence agencies.

EXPO One, we're getting
a task force in place

and requesting another EXPO
unit to attend the stadium.

- No, no, no. I can get
there quicker on foot.

ETA what? 10 minutes?
- Max.

Let's go.

- Sir.

Officers reporting DS Morgan walking out

through the cordon and she's armed.

- When was this?
- 23 minutes ago.

But we've only just received it

because of the comms blackout.

- Well, that confirms it.

We've found our leak.

Gold Command to EXPO One.

Bronze Two is armed and compromised.

- Jesus, what the hell is she playing at?

- The Prime Minister's put
the military on high alert.

Units are being prepared
for retaliatory strikes.

- Against who?

Iran.

Well it looks like
we've got one shot at this.

And that shot is Lana.