All language subtitles for Trigger Point s01e04.eng

I'm nearly there!

We've gotta go.
Get off!

Get down!

I'm scared that next time,
I'm not gonna know what I'm doing.

You've just lost your mate.
Give yourself a break.

Who's that?

Er... It's just Danny.
Some stupid GIF.

You know, I've been thinking
about it for a while.

Might be an idea for you
to move in here with me, you know.

You working?
Is he bollocks.

It's just tough at the minute.

Look at the bloody state of you.
A Halal butcher's?

Don't mention this to Mum and Dad.
What are you doing, Billy?

We're at war, Lana.
You haven't got a clue.

What do you know about war?

Single bombing campaign
run by one group, the Crusaders.

We know at least one member
of the cell, Nic Roberts.

Nic Roberts didn't have
bomb-making training.

There's another member of the cell,
the bomb-maker.

It's HMX-319.

How the hell are the bombers
getting military-grade explosive?

What does the CCTV
from the tower block tell us?

This is him leaving the building.

From there,
he gets into a white Prius.

We're still searching
for the vehicle.

Look at this,
from the first device at Westhaven.

It's the same technique.
It's military training.

They know call-out times,
how we think,

how we move, everything.

It's got to be an inside man.

REPORTER: The suspect shot dead
in the terror attack

at the Five Oaks pub in London

has been named today
as Nicholas Roberts,

a former member of the English Flag.

Counter-terror police
are appealing for

anyone with information
to come forward.

This attempt on an LGBT venue

follows attacks
by the so-called Crusaders

on the Amburiq Mosque
and Westhaven Estate.

Speak to the jogger.
Find out if she saw anything.

There you go.
Thanks.

OK.

Prelim report from forensics says
there's no fingerprints,

no evidence of the second Crusader.

But the vehicle make and model
match the one detected on CCTV

leaving Fairhall Tower.

Plates were taken and
the VIN removed from the chassis.

So, the guy's a pro.
What about CCTV?

We're in a black hole here.

That's why it's so popular
with doggers.

We didn't get lucky
to find some couple?

No-one that's likely
to come forward.

Detectives.
Sonya, anything useful?

Well, from the blast pattern
and the intense local burning,

looks like some sort of accelerant
was used for the interior.

Hey.
Hi.

And then a det charge
on the petrol tank.

So our man isn't taking any chances.

What kind of accelerant?

Well, I'll do a deep dive,
but I'd say good old petrol.

Nothing exotic to trace.

So, the use of a det charge,

does that suggest he could be
the bomb-maker?

You can teach anyone
to use a det charge.

It's making it that's harder.

OK.
I'm gonna head back to Five Oaks.

Is there anything else?

No. When I get a report
on the accelerant,

I'll let you know
if anything comes up.

Can I have a word?
Yeah.

So, how are we getting on?
The HMX? Porton Down?

I've sent it on.
We're looking at it.

Well, I think this
will speed things up.

That's how professionals
tie their wires.

Yeah.

Well, we found the same pattern
in all three devices.

And that's why you think
it was one bomber for all three?

I found that
in John Hudson's locker.

What were you doing in his locker,
Lana?

Christ!
It's a breach of confidence,

not to mention it makes any evidence
inadmissible.

Yeah, obviously, I know that.
Just hear me out, yeah?

Hidden in the back of his locker
is an A-Z of London

covering these locations.

Five Oaks pub, Westhaven,
Amburiq Mosque.

Come on, Tommy, are you gonna
help me or not? Yeah, all right.

You did the right thing,
bringing this to me.

I'll... I'll take care of it.

Right, I'll text you the pictures.
Yeah, all right.

All right! See you in a bit.

SHE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

Hello?
'Hi, is that Lana Washington?'

Yeah, speaking.
'This is DC Jones.

'Your brother William
has failed to attend

'a further interview
at Holloway Police Station.'

He's not turned up. There's not much
I can do about that, sorry.

'It's in his best interest
to co-operate

'with these additional enquiries.
If he doesn't...'

No, no, it's fine.
I'll bring him in myself. OK.

'OK, thank you.'
Thanks, bye.

'Bye.'

God's sake.

'Ey up, it's Billy.

'Um... leave me a message.
I'll get back to you.'

Billy, I'm at your flat.

You were meant to have an
appointment with the police today.

Billy!

Will you call me?
I ain't got time for this shit.

The situation with the far right
in this country is very fluid.

When Agatha Jack attempted to
reform English Flag last year,

there were 100 expulsions
from the party for extremist views.

Names on a list
that were easy for us to monitor.

So, we think the far right
changed tactics.

They started to look at people
without criminal convictions

or a history of far-right activism -

clean skins -

to target the disillusioned,

the unemployed, the left behind,

and to groom them
for political ends.

So, to restate our current thinking,

the initial attack on Westhaven
was a false flag operation

by the Crusaders, to justify
their attack on the Amburiq Mosque.

Andrew Phelan was chosen
as the unwilling victim

for the Westhaven attack,

because Nick Roberts had some kind
of personal grudge against him.

Do we know what that was?

From our interviews with Phelan,
we've established that Roberts

mistakenly believed Phelan had been
deliberately placed in his cell

by MI5, to gather intel
on the far right.

We're working through a database
of suspects supplied by Thames House

that had history with Nic Roberts,

and examining CCTV and comms
for any new associations.

We've had the preliminary results
of Nic Roberts' autopsy,

and it seems that he was
in the advanced stages

of terminal prostate cancer,

which might explain why he was
prepared to act as a suicide bomber.

Lana, I read your report
on the Five Oaks. Again, well done.

You seem certain that we're looking
for the same bombers

for all three attacks.

Er... no, sir, not certain,

but I think it's highly likely that
we're looking for just one bomber.

We've identified
three distinct elements.

One, the chemical composition
of the device, HMX-319...

..which has been reported
as classified at Porton Down.

We're tracing that now, sir.

Working theory is that
some of the explosive

found its way on to the dark web.

Two, the method of delivery,

the repeated use of secondaries.

And three, with the reconstruction
of the devices,

we've been able to identify
a distinct signature in the wiring.

Does that tell us anything
about the bomb-maker?

That they've had
high-level military training.

This considerably raises
the threat level.

I've got an example here
from the device. May I?

Our technique is durable.

It prevents snagging.

An EXPO can quickly check for damage

without pulling
the whole thing apart.

This is not something
just anyone can do.

When was this report submitted,
Thom?

Ms Washington only made
the discovery about the wiring

earlier today, ma'am.

We're now looking through
official databases

to see if we can identify
any persons of interest.

We're keeping an open mind.

We're looking at former
English Flag members

who may have had some level
of training - TA, paramilitary.

Lana, I'm not doubting
that you recognise this technique,

but why would the bombers choose to
advertise who they were so clearly,

unless it's a ruse
to throw us off track.

The false flag attack at Westhaven
shows they use misdirection.

Finishing a wire like this
is second nature.

You just do it without thinking.

The bombers obviously didn't
expect us to check the wiring -

circuits are usually damaged
in the blast.

I'm absolutely certain
the bomber's military.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Billy? Wake up!

What a shit tip.

It's that one.

Right.
Where is the birthday boy?

I'll wake the lazy sod up.

Oh, look.
Billy?

He started the party without us.
Looks like it.

Jeez.

Well, that's typical. He's not here.

I told you
we should have called first.

Well, he's obviously
had people round.

Maybe him and Becky have gone out
for a birthday surprise.

No, I doubt it, Mum.

Think them two have split up
for good now.

What? He never said.
Well, he wouldn't, would he?

His car's gone and all.

Oh, that's a shame, about Becky.

How did he seem
when you last saw him?

Er... mardy. Confused.

No change there, then.
No!

Bloody hell, what's that?
It's a bandage.

He cut his hand
a couple of days ago. When?

A couple of days ago.

SHE SCOFFS

It was after Nut's funeral.
He got absolutely battered.

He'd had too much to drink
and he ended up smashing a window,

and he got arrested.
Arrested?

Yes, Dad.
But he didn't want you to worry,

so I promised him I wouldn't say.

You promised him
you wouldn't say anything.

Mum, come on.
What's going on?

Nothing, Mum.
Please, stop worrying.

Billy's not turned up
to his own party. What's new?

Yeah, it sounds like
his usual dozy self. Yeah.

Probably nursing a hangover
somewhere.

You're off, then?
I'm not gonna stay if he's not here.

All right.
I'll see you in a bit.

Ta-ra, love.
Ta-ra.

Thank you.
Thank you. Bye-bye.

All right?

Well, I've had better weeks.

Yeah, I just wanted to say sorry
about your window.

Bloody idiots. Drunk, weren't they?

I've been here my entire life, love.
It's always the same.

Things go wrong,
we're an easy target.

Were you in when it happened?

Yeah, I sleep up there, don't I?

We heard them
staggering down the road,

2:00 in the morning,
singing, shouting.

Look, er... will you let me pay
for your window?

Nah, you're all right.
It's not your fault, is it?

No, it's not. It's my brother's.

And I'm really ashamed, so please
will you just let me pay for it?

No. Keep your money.

I'm not trying to offend you. I...

We don't need anything from you.

Sorry, can I just ask?
You said "them".

Did you say
there was more than one guy?

I can't remember.

You need to leave us alone.

Thing to do is not to panic, yeah?

Don't go for
some fancy flavour combo,

like banana salted caramel.

You'll regret it.
I'll just have some of yours, then.

Oh, you will, will you?
Mm-mm.

There you go, tap when you're ready.
Thank you.

So, come on. What's up?

I mean, I know hanging out with me
is on your bucket list,

but something's wrong, I can tell.

It's my stupid brother.

He's gone on some bender,
and my folks are worried, so...

They're giving me grief,
which is all I need.

Billy's a grown lad, isn't he?

Probably just letting off steam.

Yeah. He's done it before.
Lost weekends.

But there's more, right?

After Nut's wake,

he went and smashed up the window
at a Halal butcher's.

He's been charged with racially
aggravated criminal damage.

Oh, mate, I...
I don't know what to say.

Neither do I. It's disgusting.

I'm not making excuses
for what he's done or anything,

but he was bloody wasted that night,
wasn't he?

Almost as bad as you.

HE CHUCKLES

According to Micky, him and John
started on the flaming sambucas

after we left,
nearly set the bar on fire.

John, EXPO John?

Yeah, Micky reckons they were on it
all night, those two.

Said they left together as well.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Go on, old man.
Mate, you're up.

Go on, you got this.

One, two...

John, can I have a quick word,
please?

What's up, Wash? You haven't seen
Billy around, have you?

He's not been back to his flat.

Billy who?
My Billy.

Oh, right, your brother.
No. Why would I have seen him?

I thought you two were mates.
Mates? What are you on about?

I barely said two words to him.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

See you later, ladies.
Later, old man. See ya.

It's called technique, bro.
Wash, how many pull-ups can you do?

Don't wanna embarrass you.
THEY LAUGH

SHE GASPS

Shit.

'Ey up, it's Billy.

'Erm... Leave me a message,
I'll get back to you.'

Yo, numpty, it's me.

Where are you?
Call me when you get this, OK?

Lana!
Bye.

What do you think you're playing at?
What are you doing, following me?

We've got an individual under
surveillance, active surveillance.

They saw you following John.

I had to tell my team
not to include it in the report.

He was checking out a Jewish centre.

Thom, he's mixed up in all of this.
I can tell you now, he is.

Look, he's under
constant surveillance, OK?

Just leave the job to us, please.

See you later at work, yeah?

SHE SIGHS

All right, Wash? Brew?

Just the man I was after.

I was just thinking about
the Five Oaks attack.

John was on shift that day,
but he never turned up to the job.

Hass did.
Oh, yeah, I remember.

He went home
just before the call came in.

Stomach bug, he said.

That's strange.
Seemed fine when I saw him.

Do you want a brew?

Yeah, cheers.

SIREN WAILS

SHE SIGHS
Come on.

'Ey up, it's Billy.

'Erm... Leave me a message,
I'll get back to you.'

Hey.
Hey.

Who's that?
Billy.

Have you spoken to John Hudson yet?

I can't talk about
an ongoing investigation, Lana.

..the neighbour at number six.
Yeah, she seems...

He's hiding something.

I found out that he pulled a sicky
the day of the Five Oaks attack.

Even lied to my face
about knowing Billy.

If we had anything on him, do you
really think we'd let him on duty?

I'm sorry, Lana,
I've already said too much.

Have you got the trace
on the military explosives

that you promised me?

It's ongoing, like I've told you.
Ongoing? What does that even mean?

Lana...
Thom, it's me you're talking to.

I can't tell you everything.
I've already shared too much.

There's a DCI position opening up
in Serious and Organised Crime

and I can't afford
to not play it by the book.

Are you seriously thinking about
your career at the moment?

Is that all you care about?

What I'm saying is...
Oi-oi, heads up!

Yes, I will come back to you
on that, Lana. All right, Wash?

What are you lot doing here?
Same as you, EXPO briefing. Yeah.

Yeah, keep up, mate.
Come on then, John.

What have you got
our Billy mixed up in?

Come on.
I know about the butcher's window.

No idea what you're talking about.

Where you getting this shit from?

No-one's telling me anything.
Just working it all out for myself.

Right.

Mm-hm.

What you doing, grooming him?

HUMOURLESS CHUCKLE.

Lana! Whoa!

Lana, what the hell's going on?

Leave it! Come on!
Jesus Christ!

You all right?

Fuck's sake!

You OK?
Yeah, I'm good.

What's that about?

Do you wish to make a formal
complaint about this officer?

No. No, I'm not like that.
SHE LAUGHS BITTERLY

She's had a lot to deal with lately,
what with Nut and that.

Pressure's getting to her.
Ain't that right? Oh, fuck off!

Lana! I can't ignore your conduct.

I think you should take
some personal leave. What?

You do know that it's him
you need to worry about, don't you?

It wasn't a request.

You need some time away from
the frontline. This is bullshit!

There's a psycho out there
killing people.

What do you want me to do, go home
and start twiddling my thumbs?

That's my decision.
With respect, ma'am, it's bollocks.

Excuse me.

HE CHUCKLES

Hey, leave it.
Hudson!

Wash, hey.

Hey. Thanks for making time for me.

Like I said,
I don't wanna get you in trouble.

Don't worry about it.

I'll help if I can,
but let's make it quick.

So, I've had a thought.

HMX-319, that's what
Special Forces use, innit?

Yeah, I believe so.

I mean, that's about as much
as we know from Porton Down.

All right, well,
what's the lifespan of it?

If we can narrow down
the timescales,

we can get some dates.

Then maybe we can work out
who'd have access.

Well, depending on storage,
about 50 years, I reckon.

The traces we found would seem to be
about ten years old.

Look, leave this with me,
and I'll see if I can find out

about military operations
that used HMX, OK?

Did you get any sleep last night?

I just can't sit around,
waiting for something to happen,

while the bomber is out there.

Billy's a pain in the arse.

He's just a magnet for bullies
and wrong-uns.

I'm just sick of
having to look out for him.

I need to be on duty.

Mate, you need to
take your mind off things.

How?

Here she is, lady of leisure.

Oh, yeah. You gonna break?

Er...

Ladies first.

You'll regret that.

He's going for it. Middle pocket.

Come on, mate, just caress it home.
Just tickle it.

Ooh, unlucky!

THEY CHUCKLE

Sorry, pal.
Better luck next time.

That's why I love coming here.
The vibe, you know. Yeah.

These boys are bloody useless,

but they're having the time
of their life.

Yeah, this is all I want.

What, fizzy pop, crisps,
and being shit at pool?

What a life.

THEY LAUGH

Yeah. I just mean the simple things.

Having a laugh, mates.

Yeah, I get it.

And thanks.

What for?
For not asking me how I am.

Well, I'm... I'm always around,

any time you don't wanna talk.

So, is that what we are, then,
mates?

You tell me.

PHONE VIBRATES

HE CHUCKLES

Great timing.

Sorry for kissing you.

Don't be.

PHONE VIBRATES
Oh, God.

Hello?
MUFFLED VOICE

What? Say that again,
I can't hear you properly.

What?

There's bad reception in here.
Best outside.

I'll be one minute.

Hang on a sec.

'It's Commander Bregman.

'I need to talk to you about
your brother, Billy.

'Can you hear me?'
Yeah, I can hear you. What's up?

Listen carefully.
This is a confidential briefing.

Do not repeat it to anyone
unless I authorise you to do so.

'OK.'

We believe your brother is
involved with the Crusaders' cell.

'We don't know
what his involvement is.

'It could be low-level,
transporting things around.

'We can't be certain yet.'

We know he's due in front
of the Magistrate's Court

on the charge of racially aggravated
criminal damage.

Our investigations
have revealed a link

between Billy and the Crusaders.

We found CCTV evidence
of Nic Roberts meeting with Billy.

Now, I know
this is a lot to take in,

but the situation
has become critical.

Billy's car has tripped
an ANPR camera,

and we tracked him
heading into North London.

We need to detain him
and bring him in for questioning.

'The Crusaders'
next attack may be imminent.'

I'm sorry, Sir,
are you sure you mean my Billy?

Lana, we have an armed police
response unit ready to intercept.

'But we want you to encourage him
to co-operate calmly and safely.'

'I'm going to have to push you,
Lana. Will you make the call?'

Er... Yeah, yeah.

DI Desai, do you have anything else
to add?

Lana, it's Sam.

When we need to communicate,
we'll text you.

'We need as much information
as possible. Keep him talking.'

Find out where he's going and
make him come to Southwark Station.

He's... he's not been answering
my calls, so...

'Understood.

'From his phone records, he's been
making calls to a Becky Walters.

'Several unanswered calls.'
Yeah, that's his ex.

Text him and say you're with Becky
and she wants to speak to him.

Make him call you.

Thom, is the audio recording set up?

Yeah, just...
'You're recording this?'

Lana, we have to.

SHE SIGHS

OK.

Ready?
Yeah.

OK, everything's ready.

We'll be listening in
on a secure line.

We playing or what?

Um...

Er... No, not now.

It's just...
What's up?

I've gotta go. I'm sorry, Karl.

SIREN WAILS

CALLING TONE

'Billy!'

'Can you put Becky on?'

Where are you?
Sounds like you're driving.

Raise the volume.
'I'm driving to meet my mates.

'Let me speak to Becky.'

'What mates? Anyone I know?'

Just mates, Lana. Why, what's going?

'Is she with you or what?'
Listen, Billy, I'm not with Becky.

I just needed you to call me.

'You're not with Becky?
What do you mean? Why?'

I need to talk to you.

'You've not been answering my calls.
You've not been about.

'Where are you driving to?'

PROTESTERS CHATTER

'Billy. Billy!'

Fucking arsehole!

Billy, where exactly are you?

'Farringdon Tube Station.'

Sounds busy. What's going on?

Farringdon Tube is near where
the anti-fascist demo

is taking place
in Clerkenwell Green.

What's Billy doing amongst
all that lot?

PROTESTERS: Against the far right!

'OK. Well, why are you there?'

How close are the armed units?
Two minutes out.

'Billy! Billy!'

Intercept.

'Listen to me. It's important.

'What are you doing at
Farringdon Station?'

'I was meant to meet the lads,
but they're not here.

'Outside the Tube, he said,
but I can't see him.

'Just a load of lefty wankers.'

Billy, why did you drive?
Was that your idea?

No, my mate asked me to give
some of the lads a lift down.

'Must be some kind of joke.'

Yeah, he's set me up, hasn't he?

'They're having a laugh,
aren't they?

'Knobheads.'

Billy, these new mates of yours,
they're not who you think they are.

Lana, what are you on about?
'Nic. Nic Roberts.'

H's a... he's a terrorist.

'One of the Crusaders
that killed Nut.'

You're winding me up.

Do I sound like
I'm fucking winding you up?

'Have any of them been
near your car?

'Look around. Is there anything
different about it?' Eh?

For fuck's sake, Billy,
listen to me.

I need you to check the car
for me, OK?

Have a look under the steering wheel
or under the footwell,

anything that you can see
that might be unusual.

Right, yeah.

Lana, there's some masking tape
underneath the foot mat.

All right, OK.

Can you really carefully lift up
the masking tape?

'There's... there's a wire, Lana.'

Can you see where it's leading to?

Erm...

Th-th-th-the glovebox.

Fucking hell. Shit, shit, shit.

It's hooked up to summat.

Looks like a bomb.
I've gotta get out the car.

'No, Billy!
Do not get out of the car.'

I'm gonna die.
'Do not get out the car.'

You just need to stay calm
and listen to me, all right?

We need to get the vehicle away
from the crowds.

Get Lana to direct Billy to
a safer location,

away from the Tube.

OK, texting her now.

This is DI Desai.
We need an EXPO unit.

Standby for exact location.

Trojan unit from Central Eight Five.

Hold back. Do not engage.
Repeat, do not engage.

'Right, Billy, here's the plan.

'You need to drive away
from the Tube.

'The police are looking for
a safe location.'

How about Hackney Marshes?
Too far.

Too busy at this time of day.

He's about two miles from
Cranstead Fields, that could work.

Yeah, OK.

OK, I'll send him there.

HORNS HONK

'Right, we're gonna go
to Cranstead Fields, Billy.

'You know it, yeah?'
Yeah, I know it.

'I'll meet you there.
It's gonna be OK.'

The vehicle is being
driven to Cranstead.

We need EMT
and EXPO units to meet him.

Trojan unit from Central Eight Five.

New RVP for suspect
is Cranstead Fields.

Do not engage suspect unless
there is a significant threat.

'Trojan One, received.'

When you get there,
keep the engine running, all right?

Don't press anything, open the door,
don't touch anything. Stay still.

I'll be there as soon as possible.

You've gotta tell Mum and Dad
I'm sorry, yeah?

Billy, tell 'em yourself.
You're gonna be fine.

I'm about five minutes away.
Just stay calm, stay focused.

I'm nearly there, all right?

Shit!
'What's happened?'

There's a timer, Lana.
There's a fucking timer.

Shit! Shit!

'Listen, Billy.'
Fuck!

'I'm gonna help you, I swear,
but you need to focus, OK?

'Just need to concentrate
on getting to the park.

'You're only a few minutes away.

'When you get there,
drive straight onto the field

'and it'll be fine, I promise.
You're gonna be safe.'

Fucking hell!

'My battery's gonna die.'

Billy! Billy!
BEEPING

This is Central Seven Four.
I need eyes on the ground.

Do we have units yet at Cranstead?

'Aerial Nine Eight,
we have visuals on target,

'eastbound, Cranstead Road.'

'EXPO Eight, received.
ETA two minutes.'

'Trojan One, received.
ETA, one minute.'

Oh, damn.

HONKS HORN

SIREN WAILS

'EXPO incoming.
Secure the perimeter.

'Evacuate members of the public.

'Evacuate the area.'

Costa, secure yourself
a firing position.

Move, move.
Clear the area now.

'Suspect is approaching
the perimeter.'

HORN HONKS

Move, move!
Get out the way, move!

Move!

Get away from that car!

Get out of here!
You could have killed us!

This is the bomb squad. Move!
There's a bomb in the car.

Get away!
There's a bomb in the car.

Billy, Billy, Billy, look, it's me.
It's Hass. Stay still, OK?

We're gonna work...
We're gonna work around you, OK?

Yeah, yeah.
Look at me.

It's gonna be OK. Stay still.

Hass, I'm losing it, Hass!

Billy, Billy, Billy, stay calm.

Just stay calm.

It's gonna be OK.

HE SIGHS
Lana!

Oh, my God.

I'm worried he's gonna bolt.
Get everyone back.

I'll speak to him.

I'll get hers.
Thanks.

Billy, I'm here.
Lana.

All right, it's gonna be fine.
Stay really still for me, yeah?

I'm gonna look around the car.
You've gotta do summat.

It's about three minutes, yeah?

I'm gonna get out.
Stay still, I'll go and have a look.

Don't touch anything.
I'm gonna check the car, OK?

Yeah, yeah. Just hurry.

How bad is it?

It's fine.

I can tell when you're lying, man.
How bad is it?

It's fine.

Lana!

It's fine, Billy.

Lana!

What's he done?

What's he done?

Lana! Lana!

SIREN WAILS.

Trojan Five Four, I have visual.

EXPO is at the device.
Cordon secure.

Sniper's in position.
Good work.

Lana!

The timer, it makes no sense. Why?

How would the bomber know
where he's gonna be

when the device goes off?
I don't get it. A decoy?

Yeah. Lana, I need to get out.
It's less than two minutes!

Get me out the car.

Billy, listen to me.
Listen to me. Look at me, yeah?

The timer means nothing.

They put it there as a trick,
so that you open the door. Please.

Can you hear me?
Please.

Don't touch it. Stay still.
It's gonna be fine. Oh, fuck.

Listen to me. I'm your sister, OK?

You need to trust me.
I'm gonna go and get some stuff.

Lana, please don't go.

You've gotta trust me.

It's gonna be fine.

Please, please.

OK, OK.

OK.

BREATHES HEAVILY

What's happening?

Billy's freaked out by the timer,
but I'm sure it's a trap.

I need to get him out, but
the driver's side might be rigged.

Passenger side?
That's where the device is.

I don't wanna risk it.
They could have done all the doors.

Lana, I need you!

TIMER BEEPS

Lana!

Lana!

Lana, do something!

No, no!

Lana!

Let's extract him
out the rear window.

Rear window, right.
OK.

Lana! Lana!

Trojan Five Four,
suspect is unlocking door.

Billy!

No!

EXPLOSION

SIRENS WAIL

'Hi, it's me.
Er... I've been round yours.

'No-one's heard from you.
Please, call me.

'I just need to know you're OK.'

'It's me again. I, erm......

'I can't imagine
what you're going through.

'I just...

'Christ. I'm here if you wanna talk,

'or I can come round.

'Whatever you need, OK? I...

'I don't want you to be alone.
Just call me.'

SIREN WAILS

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