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DOORBELL

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

They've found a body.

I know.

I'm down there now.

Do you think it's linked?

I'm not sure.

I'm about to find out.

Billy?

Are you still there?

Who called it in?

Some guy walking his dog, apparently.

Poor bastard.

That would ruin your day.

OK, keep me updated.

Hey, Joe!

ANSWERPHONE: This is Christian. Say something.

CRYING: No...

He's lied...

..about his family, about Bianca. Everything's a lie!

Davor, please... Everything's a lie!

..listen to me. I know now... Everything's a lie!

..where I've seen that car before. GUNSHOT

MUFFLED VOICES

HE GASPS FOR BREATH

I just... Honey, you look worried, you are worried.

I mean, it's natural, but it's fine.

He'll turn up.

Yeah?

Thanks.

See you soon.

Erm, listen, if he does get in touch, you-you'll text me or...

Yeah.

CAMERA CLICKS

So I can leave you two to it, yeah?

PHONE RINGS

VOICEMAIL: You have one new message.

BILLY: Hey, Hannah, I'm not sure where you are or what you're up to,

but will you meet me back at the usual place as soon as possible?

It's important.

Christian?

Christian, what...

Oh...

What are you doing? Stop it. Get your hands off me. Ah...

Christian, stop it!

Enough! Do you hear me?

Argh, argh!

Billy, what has happened?

Stefan Vargic is dead.

You killed him! Oh...

No! SMASHING

Christian... Oh, my God.

Stop it. Your friends, the Mimicas, they killed him! Stop it...

Yeah, but you might as well have pulled the trigger!

Stop it! Christian... Christian!

What did you expect?

I don't know, Christian. I thought that... What?

Give him a gold fucking star for cosying up to a police officer?

I think you'd better go, Billy.

I was trying to protect you.

Christian...

Christian?

Sit up.

You drink this.

What is it?

It's tea with brandy.

You're in shock.

Were you there?

Did you see it happen?

Who shot him?

Please, Christian, it's important.

Who shot Stefan?

Please...

Christian...

..who shot him?

I'm almost finished.

What is it?

Where is everyone?

Who?

Well, Stefan, Christian.

I can't get hold of either of them.

Why are you calling Christian?

To ask if he's seen Stefan.

Stefan is in Croatia.

Since when?

Last night.

What, without saying goodbye?

He needed to disappear.

What did he do?

You know better than to ask that.

And when will he be back?

He's not coming back.

This doesn't change the way I feel about you.

You know that, right?

It changes the way I feel about myself.

It was him or you. Mum.

I-I'm not sorry he's dead.

Please, stop.

I don't care about anyone.

I just care about getting you out of this mess.

I have to go back.

Well, that's not gonna happen, because I won't allow it.

They won't just let me walk away.

Oh, then you'll go into hiding.

For the rest of my life?

Until we nail them.

And when will that be?

You have nothing to link the Mimicas to Sean's murder.

And without me you've got no chance of pulling off this drugs bust.

I don't care any more.

Talk to Davor, tell him that you've had enough, that you want out.

He's got the gun that you used.

He knows you'll keep your mouth shut.

He'd have to incriminate himself.

He'd never risk it.

Will you tell Tina?

Nothing.

She never needs to know.

And Billy?

Don't worry about Billy.

He'll work it out, if he hasn't already.

Are you sure?

Christian ID'd him.

Did he witness it?

I don't think so.

But could he testify?

No.

Is he all right?

What do you think?

But does he accept now that we have to pull him out?

No.

He thinks the Mimicas were tidy in-house before the deal.

He can't be sure of that.

But he's the man on the ground here.

He's adamant something big's about to happen.

And that he's completely safe.

Look, if we can catch them in the act of smuggling the coke,

along with the audio Christian's recorded and the files from

Sean's computer, it all adds up to a solid bust.

It proves Sean was onto them,

and a motive for his murder.

But if we don't tell Kane about Stefan and it comes out later

that we knew, then... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have plausible deniability.

This is all masterminded by some rogue operative from the NCA.

Which is more or less the bloody truth.

You said we had 72 hours.

Yeah.

And they're almost up.

The wanderer returns.

There you are.

Have you seen Stefan?

No.

Davor said he's in Croatia.

Croatia?

Well, that's what he said.

Christian, what's going on?

I have to go and speak to him.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR Davor?

You're late.

One day's OK, not two in a row.

Especially with Stefan in Croatia.

Yeah, but that's what I wanted to sp... Sit.

Davor, I.. Sit.

I need you to show character.

Can you do that?

Cos the thing we talked about...

..it starts today.

Christian...

..what's done is done.

ANSWERPHONE: This is Christian. Say something.

Not again.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

It's been almost two hours.

I'll try texting him again.

Oh, God.

You need to calm down.

Ha!

No phones.

Anything?

The signal must be weak.

There we go.

Well, where's that?

The Marina Hotel.

Gentlemen, welcome to Bristol.

Colonel?

Oh, for... We said no phones.

Relax.

I forgot to tell them.

We're all friends here.

Look familiar?

INDISTINCT SOUNDS

What's that?

Let's have a drink, huh?

He's carrying a bug.

A bug?

To a successful operation. LAUGHTER

Shit.

So, tell me, how was your trip?

Shaky.

What's wrong with this guy?

Sorry.

Maybe, erm...he's sick?

Get him out of here.

Do you think he needs backup?

No, leave him.

He knows what he's doing.

I can't just sit here.

Hannah? Where are you going?

This is what we'll pay.

GLASS SMASHING

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Oh, come on...

Come on.

RUNNING WATER

Ah...

Argh!

Come on.

Christian.

Christian?

Are you... Are you hurt?

Can you get up? Christian?

WHISPERING: Christian, you have to get up.

We have to get out of here!

I'm in here!

It's OK.

What are you doing in there?

Well, I...don't feel very well.

You need to come back now.

OK.

Within the next 72 hours, then.

Yeah, whenever.

It's not going anywhere.

It was the same for all of us.

The first time you kill, it's, erm...

It's the ultimate test of character.

You'll be fine.

CAMERA CLICKS

Unbelievable. You're a fucking headcase, you know that?

Only when I need to be. No.

You were reckless, Hannah. You could've jeopardised everything.

Well, I didn't, and I don't need a lecture from you

on being reckless, Billy.

At least he's back in the fold.

ANSWERPHONE: Hello, hello. You've reached Stefan.

Leave a message after the beep.

ANSWERPHONE: Hello, hello. You've reached Stefan.

Leave a message after the beep.

RADIO: Police are investigating the death of a man

whose body was found in woods near Brockley yesterday morning.

The discovery was made shortly after 6am

by a member of the public walking their dog.

The dead man, who police say appears to be in his 20s,

has not been identified.

So, Miss...?

Erm, Jones. Sophie Jones.

Erm...

My colleagues who took your call,

they said you were worried about your boyfriend. Yeah.

We had a massive row. When was this? Three nights ago.

I haven't heard from him since. What's his name?

Matty... Matthew Anderson.

Are you concerned for his welfare?

I heard a report on the radio about a body found near Brockley.

Why do you think there's any connection? I don't know.

Erm, he's had his fair share of trouble.

Does he have a criminal record?

He was in a gang before we met.

Erm... And he goes walking in those woods all the time.

Will you be willing to carry out a basic ID check?

Does Matthew have any distinguishing marks?

Like what?

Birthmarks? Scars? Tattoos?

He has a few tattoos, yeah. Can you describe any of them?

Erm...

Oh.

Thank God. No.

No, he has nothing like that.

There we are. Thank you.

Emergency. What service do you require? Police.

So, what are they buying?

We don't know.

We don't know? Christian wasn't in the room when it was discussed.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Look, this one feels different.

It's not a single deal.

I think it's much bigger than that.

And these two are serious business, I can tell.

They've got to be on our radar.

On PNC?

Are they fuck!

No.

I mean our radar.

And you can ask someone, I presume.

Listen, we're at the business end now.

Davor said three weeks and that was ten days ago.

At worst, this lead could be our ticket to a massive coke bust.

Imagine taking that to Kane with a great big fucking bow on it.

All right.

Keep digging.

Look, I need you to show your faces at HQ.

I'm running out of excuses.

Hey, Fran, are you still working the Sean Hardacre case?

For my sins.

Didn't you say they used home-made bullets?

Yeah.

With some weird chequerboard design

pressed into the base of the cartridge. Yeah, I thought so.

Why do you ask?

That body they found in the woods, shot with exactly the same ammo.

One to the chest and one to the head to finish him off.

Are you sure? Oh, 100%. Not exactly the ammo of choice

of your average Bristol low-life, is it?

Thanks.

I think they've just identified him, if you're interested.

Couldn't we meet in a nice hotel bar, just for once?

Your rules, not mine.

Godforsaken shithole.

This better be good.

Our source heard the older guy referred to as the Colonel.

If you look closely, you'll see the other guy has a mangled ear.

It was shot off in the Congo.

You know them, then?

Etienne Declerck.

The one on the left is Vincent Clemens.

Belgian special forces back in the day.

Arms dealers.

Mercenaries.

How have they popped up on your radar?

They're playing footsie with a drug gang in our patch.

HE CHUCKLES

Then you have got a problem, my friend.

Why do you say that?

Those are the guys you call if you want to start a war.

ENGINE STARTS

BIANCA CRIES

Hey. Hey, hey, it's OK.

What's wrong?

Stefan's dead.

Are you sure?

I've seen a photo.

Did you know?

Really, you didn't know? No.

If they can shoot him, they can shoot you, too.

I've got to put a stop to this. Why? Bianca...

No, I've already called the police, told them it was Stefan.

I called anonymously.

Bianca?

Bianca, those tables won't lay themselves.

You OK?

Feeling better? Yeah, a little. Thanks.

Davor. I don't want to hear it.

It's not the same gun.

It's the same fucking bullets!

Fuck!

I knew we shouldn't have buried him there.

So, what shall we do?

Give them what they're looking for.

Did, erm... Did your guy ID them?

They're arms dealers.

Ah, well, that makes sense. They'll need fire power.

Not the kind of fire power these guys specialise in.

MESSAGE ALERT

Excuse me a second.

Oh, Christ!

What?

Bianca's just given someone at HQ an anonymous tip off...

..about Stefan.

Shit! Do we know who?

He doesn't say.

Oh, God, they'll make the connection to the Mimicas

and then onto Christian.

Has Tina called you?

No, but she'll be losing her shit.

Well, one of us needs to speak to her.

I'll do it.

Hannah. Hi, Vicky.

I didn't know you were coming in today.

Where is everyone? The big meeting room.

Oh, right. Better stick my head in.

And, Fran, Hannah is off sick. I don't have the details.

That's not my department. Take it up with HR. That's utter bullshit!

Hannah.

Your ears must've been burning. We were just talking about you.

Were you? Mm.

Yeah, Fran was asking if you've really been signed off sick.

I'm sorry, Hannah. I didn't mean to imply anything.

We know how hard it's hit you. It has all of us.

We're not being properly looped in on the investigation.

I'm sorry if you feel I've let you all down. No-one is suggesting that.

It just feels like half the team is missing.

When we can least afford it. And we're being obstructed.

That is ridiculous. No-one is obstructing you!

So why has it taken nearly a week to get hold of Sean's laptop?

And why do we only find out second hand about Stefan Vargic

when there's clearly a link between his and Sean's murders?

Can you prove that?

The same ammunition was used in both killings.

It's handmade.

It's distinctive. So? Somebody makes a batch and flogs it

to all the ne'er-do-wells in Bristol. It doesn't prove anything.

It suggests there's a connection.

Pretty sure I'd know about it if there was one.

You can't just turn up after more than a week

and start throwing your weight around, Billy. I'm not.

So, what makes you think you know anything remotely useful?

Stefan Vargic was on my list.

What?

He was one of my contacts.

Why didn't you tell us?

I'm telling you now.

And what makes you so sure there's no connection?

Vargic and his crew are total no-marks. I just know it.

Who was he with? Croatian family, runs a restaurant in town.

They're small fry.

Yet someone thought it worthwhile killing him? Aye.

That was a bit of a shocker.

I need to know what's going on. You're a selfish twat, Billy.

I'm sorry you think that.

Sean Hardacre has been killed. So start being a team player.

I'll share whatever I find out, I promise.

Just...

Just give me a day or two.

Emergency. Which service do you require? Police, please.

I have information relating to the murder of the police officer.

I'd rather not say.

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

WHISPERS: Weapon.

Well, I know where the weapon is which was used to kill him.

SIRENS WAIL

PHONE RINGS

That was a smart play.

Buys us a wee bit of time at least.

Mm-hm, and any information gets fed back to the Mimicas.

If the source is in the room. Mm.

Listen, I, um, I didn't mean what I said.

About me being a selfish twat?

HE SCOFFS

Guilty as charged, your honour.

Look I-I know that...

..I know you're looking out for him.

You're joking, aren't you? "No evidence."

Is that what they said? Yeah, nothing. Jesus.

Just the woman I'm looking for.

Someone's called in a tip about the gun used to kill Sean Hardacre.

Ring any bells?

You fancy tagging along?

You bet.

Anything interesting?

We may know the whereabouts of one of the murder weapons.

OK.

Keep me informed.

Mr Kabashi...

..we found it in your garage.

My client has no knowledge of the weapon or how it got there.

So, somebody planted it?

That's what he says.

Does he care to enlighten us?

How long will you be gone?

Maybe two nights.

Three at most.

And do you know what you're getting yourself into?

Davor's told me a bit about it.

Can you tell me?

You should ask him.

He always refers to it as "Krien".

WHISPERS: Hey...

Don't go.

I have to.

Christian, please.

Bianca, don't, just...

What's this?

It's fake.

I can get one made for you too, we could disappear,

before it's too late.

I'm not who you think I am.

TENSE MUSIC BUILDS

BIANCA OVER PHONE: I won't give up on you, Christian.

IN CROATIAN:

IN ENGLISH: ..you know, being able to pull the trigger?

IN CROATIAN:

IN ENGLISH: Davor is just glad the bastard's dead.

Really.

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

Listen to me, I know now wh-where I've seen that car before.

Yes, yes! I can prove it! Just give me my...!

PHONE PINGS

Billy?

FAINT: Mm.

Billy.

They're about to dock.

Where is that?

Somewhere near Antwerp.

Welcome.

Hey.

You want to look?

Kalashnikov, hm?

GUNFIRE

HE LAUGHS No?

Maybe you prefer a handgun instead, hey?

Walther PPK.

Hitler owned one.

So did Elvis.

Bang! HE LAUGHS

Shall we get down to business? Yeah, let's get to business.

Here, don't worry, it's broken, hm.

Have a look.

You coming?

FAINT: Everything's a lie!

DISTORTED: Everything's a lie!

DISTORTED SLOWER: Everything's a lie.

You said, "I'll tell you...

"..if there's something you need to know."

The answer to Krien is here.

Quite a rare bird, this one,

or, should I say fish.

HE CHUCKLES

It's a Losos Class midget submarine,

translates as "salmon" in Russian, you may like to know.

Russian?

They're rather used to specialise in this type of vessel

during the Cold War.

Designed to support sabotage missions, that sort of thing.

And how much can she carry?

Up to half a metric ton, I'd say.

Enough to start a turf war.

Oh, my God.

And that's what they're gonna use to get the drugs into the country.

And where would you dock a sub like this?

Oh, she can operate in very shallow water.

I imagine you'd probably use a small boat to bring her cargo ashore.

So, anywhere, basically.

Hm.

She has a range of several hundred nautical miles,

from her mother ship.

Mother ship? Yes.

And funnily enough,

there's one that fits the bill operating out of Antwerp right now.

The Alexander Nevsky,

decommissioned by the Russian Navy in the mid 90's,

probably about the same time that our slippery little salmon

was put out to pasture.

She's been refitted as a merchant vessel.

Exactly.

You'll know when they're going to launch our sub

once she leaves the harbour.

This is it.

This is Krien.

Subtitles by Red Bee Media.