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Would Natalie Markham come up to the
stand, please?

On the morning of November the 29th,
you came up to London

for a day trip, is that correct?

Yeah. We were bunking class.

Our student loans
had just come through.

Tara's boyfriend was playing
a set on the Friday,

we wanted to dress up for it.

Oh, these are proper stripper boots.

Oh, I'm going to look like
a dickhead. No, they're you.

Oh, so, you're calling me
a dickhead, then? Yeah.

And I proclaim you Captain Dickhead.

At approximately 10:26am,
you entered the Eldon Street branch

of Cafe 66, is that correct?

Let me just pop in here, quick.
OK, I'll be here.

Not going to wear your boots in?
Maybe later.

You wuss, just put them on.
Hurry up.

Thanks.

Are the loos back here?

They're for customers only.
Yeah, I'll buy something after.

And you were in the lavatory
for approximately two minutes

when you heard the first
gunshot, is that correct?

Hey.

I don't remember exactly.

Yeah.

Something like that.

GUNSHOT

SCREAMING,
SIREN

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

Phone records indicate that at
10:32am you called Tara Saunders.

Is that correct?

I was going to tell her to run.

Hi. This is Tara, I can't get
to the phone right now

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

The statement from Constable Sharma
indicates that he collected you

at 10:42am,
would that be correct?

I'm sorry, I don't know.

Natalie, CCTV footage shows
that at 11:43am,

you were escorted by paramedics
from the scene

to the nearby London City Hospital.

Is that correct?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

So, Laurie gets home,
first thing she says,

"Daddy's not a policeman."

Her class had a visit
from PC Plod today.

Oh, yeah? What was it,
stranger danger?

Just say no?

We didn't even get that far.

Apparently, real policemen
wear a uniform,

funny hat, fancy vest.

"Why doesn't Daddy
have to wear a hat?"

Because I've still got my own hair.
You've got to show it off at my age.

Right. I wish I'd thought of that.

So, what did you tell her?

I said that there's
all sorts of policemen.

There's the ones that visit schools,

and the ones that hand out
parking tickets.

And then, you know,

there's your dad.

PHONE RINGS

What is it, Holly?

Yousef certainly
clocked up the miles.

Audi thought he was an Uber driver.

Well, they weren't far wrong.

This was the last known?

Well, 3:22am.

The coordinates came straight
from the manufacturer.

You got any plans tonight?

Why?

Do you always answer
a question with a question?

No, I don't have any plans.

Well, come over for dinner.
My wife wants to meet you.

You eat, don't you?

What should I bring?

Just your good company.

Here we go.

Look out for treads.

What?

Just watch where you step.

Oh, my...
Oh, Christ.

FLIES BUZZ

How long do you think
he's been here?

I don't know, at least a day.

Listen, call it in.

Hold down the scene,
I've got to run.

DOORBELL RINGS

When you going to fix
that lift, fam?

You've got a sixth sense
for showing up

when there's food
on the table, you know.

Not me, your brother
told me to come back.

Yousef ain't been home, bruv.

He left something for me
in the box, come on.

Have some humanity.

Hi, girls. Hey, Cut.

Oh, that smells lush, Mrs Hassan.

Oh, hi, Cut.

Yo, what you doing? Close your eyes.

I'm not trying to peek, fam.

I live righteous, you know.

What did he say he left you again?

Money. Two grand.

I got an investment opportunity
and the window's narrowing.

You get me?

No, ain't nothing here for you, man.

What? Are you joking?

Yousef said to come by
to get the money.

What did you do, run up
your credit card again?

You got to spend money
to make money.

You've got a lot to learn, man.

Tell your brother
this is some cold shit.

PHONE BUZZES

Stop calling, Yousef isn't here.

Hello?

Hello? Never mind.

Yo?

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, who's this?

You know who.

Oh, shit. Yeah.

Harvest Street, 20 minutes.

Bruv, it's going to take me,
like, half an hour...

You're up early.

What's going on in the world, Abul?

Still spinning, barely.

Could you open up the salon today?

I need to pick up some things.

What things? You still owe me
for covering with your ummi.

Like I'm the only one
who got arrested?

There she is!

What feast awaits us
this morning, my love?

Weetabix.
You know where it is.

Where are you going this morning?
Looking at flats again?

Meetings. Meetings?

Who with?

People.

Up with the birds.

Now he's taking meetings.

Who's the lucky lass?

My homework, for The Hobbit.

Can't check it now.
Come by the salon later.

Raza, is it book or film?
Book, obviously. English, innit?

Hanif, help your son.
Homework, no?

The Hobbit, is it?

I loved that hairy little bugger.
You wrote how I showed you?

Tell them what I'm going to say,
say it, tell them what I told them?

That's my boy.
Top of the class.

PHONE CHIMES

PHONE CHIMES

Fetch you a drink, young man?

I'm just waiting
for someone, thanks.

Who you waiting on?

I'm going to wait outside, yeah.

Officers are on their way
to inform the family.

If he says intel was the motive,
we need to replace him immediately.

On it now, guv. Good.

Get in the back, lie down.

Why you got me running
around all morning, bruv?

Welcome to the glamorous
world of espionage. In you get.

So weird.

Keep your head down.

Tell anyone about me? No, no way.

I don't need no-one
knowing about this.

That's right, you don't.

Look, man, my situation
really hasn't changed.

I still don't know any terrorists.

You're not that kind
of an informant.

You're more my hunter-gatherer.
You go to the places I can't.

What, like Ministry of Sound
and Cargo?

Or you mean, like, mosques
and paanwallahs and that?

No, I mean Bridgetown estate.
Do you know it?

Yeah, I try and avoid it.

What am I supposed
to be doing there?

Friend of yours, Dadir Hassan.

I want you to contact him.

I literally met the guy the other
night, now you think I'm best mates
with him.

All you've got to do
is make contact.

Dadir ain't no jihadi.

I don't know that. Do you know that?

Yeah, he's a road man.

Dealer.

There you go, that's your first bit
of informing right there.

Fuck.

Here.

That's for talking about Dadir?

No, that's for the gear
you're going to score off him.

Why are you telling me to score?

That's why I'm lying in the back
of your car in the first place.

It's nothing you haven't
done before, is it?

You go in there, the dealer will
recognise you, simple transaction.

Don't overthink it.

You've got eyes, ears,
try to listen and not talk too much.

Do the business.

What's good, man?

We met the other night in the cell.

Rusty, rusty, that's what he said.

We met the other night in the rusty.

No, just dropping by, man.

Yeah, seeing what that
Bridgetown life's about.

I need your signature.

60 quid for a drug buy.

Source nine?

The Shar kid, to buy
from Yousef's brother.

OK. Well, let's hope he hits the
ground running.

The Italians already found
an attack cell in Turin.

If El Adoua had one in London,

they'll know they're
on borrowed time.

So will we.

Yousef's killer isn't sitting
around waiting to get caught.

Understood.

You have Skittles' parole
hearing this morning,

on top of everything else.

That's not going to be a problem.

Not if we don't let
it become one, no.

Sit down, please.
It's really not necessary.

Gabriel, sit down.

Close your eyes.

Are you there?

Where else would I be?

Are you there?

Yes.

What does it smell like?

What does it smell like?

Coffee.

What does it sound like?

The radio's on low.

There's the sound
of a train approaching.

Are you alone?

No.

Who's with you?

My sisters.

Mum, Dad.

Everybody's laughing.

What's so funny?

There's a pancake
stuck to the ceiling.

They're waiting for the train to go
by to see if it will shake it off.

How do you feel?

How do you feel?

DISTORTED: There was an old lady
that swallowed a spider,

that wriggled and jiggled and
wiggled inside her.

Very good, you're coming through.

Can you hear us?

I can hear you fine.

In the interest of protecting
the anonymity of our witness,

I'd like to remind the board
to refrain from asking any questions

that reference
specific dates and locations.

To our witness, I'd like to note
before we begin that we will be

considering the parole
of inmate Thomas Whelan,

alias Skittles.

Witness, can you describe the nature
of your relationship with Mr Whelan?

I was working undercover for five
years, targeting Action 14,

an extremist OCG.

Based primarily in West Yorkshire.

Mr Whelan was a high-ranking member.

But that's not how Mr Whelan
would describe your relationship.

No, he would consider me
a very close friend.

And when were you last in contact
with Mr Whelan?

Not since his arrest.

Mr Whelan and his affiliates

all believe that I'm repatriated
overseas.

Witness, Mr Whelan was sentenced
to 25 years' imprisonment.

The judge referred directly
to your testimony in his sentencing.

You described Mr Whelan as a living,
breathing reign of terror

with no prospect of rehabilitation.

Do you stand by that statement?

Look at the crime scene photos
from 3 Pine Row.

We have the photos in front of us.

You see the cigarette burns
on the victim's chest?

In all the years I knew Mr Whelan,
I never saw him smoke.

Not once.

Halfway through the attack
on Mr Singh,

he walked across the street,
bought a pack of fags,

walked back into the victim's house,

and lit one just so he could
burn him.

So, yes, I stand by my statement.

Excuse the language,
but he's a fucking animal.

He doesn't deserve the light of day.

TANNOY: This is Limehouse.

Change here for...

Excuse me, sorry.

Yo, Dadir.

Yo, Dadir, what's good, man?
What's going on?

Yeah, yeah, we met the other
night in the cell.

Rusty. Rusty, says rusty.
Met the other night in rusty.

Keep it loose, keep it loose.

In rusty, met the other night.

I met you.

We met. Is this your boys, yeah?

This your boys, what you saying?
Yeah, Raza.

PHONE RINGS

Hiya, hon.

Hey, gorgeous, what you up to?

Work. You?

Same.

How's your search going?

Oh, I hate CVs.

Don't know any good research
assistants, do you?

There must be one diamond
in that pile in front of you.

Yeah, I'll keep digging.

Holly's on for tonight.

Be nice to meet her.

I wouldn't bank on it.

I'll see you later.

Right, bye.

Bye.

Yo.

Any of you know
where I can find Dadir?

He said to come by.

What's your business?

Raza. I met Dadir from rusty.

Rusty!

Look at fucking Shawshank over here.

I'm playing with you, fam.

What do you want him for, anyway?

Dadir told me if I need a hook-up...

You know.

All right, that's me.

You come by the gym,
you want to hit the pads, yeah?

You'd better watch out, no?

What, does it look like
we're shouting at you?

My bad, I'm just looking for Dadir.

We ain't seen you here before.

Yeah, I run around
Whitechapel mostly.

Dadir said to come through, so...

Today?

What, he said, like, come
through right now? No, like...

..whenever.

All right. I got you, fam.

Come.

Come, Rusty, Dadir's over
at the spot.

You need piggyback?

Come on.

Here, gets the smell
out of your head.

Cheers.

Need your shirt,
it's got blood on it.

Oh, that's mine.

Unrelated incident.

That's not for you to decide.

Here.

Any questions you've got,
I can't answer them.

Murder investigation
takes it from here.

Wave to Sid. SIO.

Do we have time for MIT
to work their angles?

Yousef is their case.
El Adoua is ours.

As long as we're in the same Venn
diagram, we all have to share.

What were Yousef's exact
words about El Adoua's man?

Called him a big shot dude,
hanging around Bridgetown.

Is that it?

That's it, verbatim.

Ride MIT's coat-tails.

See if they talk to anyone
interesting.

I've already started a CCTV
trawl of his last known. Good.

Source nine is in play
with the deceased's brother.

Who is source nine?

Before ten, after eight.
Who knows?

I've chaperoned MIT before.

They all think
they're bloody Poirot.

Were you expecting someone?

Sit yourself down.

Where's Dadir at?

He's gone out, probably.

Call him.

I don't actually have his number.

What, he didn't give you his number?

I thought you two were tight.

Like cell-mates.

He just said to come round, but...

Yeah? Look, I'm really
not trying to...

Hey, what you know about Yousef,
huh?

You know who mugged him? Who?

I don't know any Yousef, I swear.

I don't believe you.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, yeah.
ON PHONE: Yeah, cuz.

He's turning round and he's
saying he don't know nothing

about your brother, but he's
acting like we're all road men

or something. I don't understand.

That's profiling, I swear.

Like, I don't put in all that
work in Foot Locker, yeah, to be
called a road man,

but I'm the top salesman in the
borough, do you know what I'm
saying?

Yeah, yeah, whatever. You got
him tied up over there, yeah?

Yeah, Luke's got a blade
on him right now.

Listen, don't lop his head
off just yet, you dickhead.

Send him over.

WOMEN CRY

My Yousef!

RAP MUSIC PLAYS

Close the door. Put that towel back.

Man, I'm truly sorry. I had
no idea about your brother.

What's that about my brother?
Nothing.

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

You done it? Done what?

Shoot him, murder him.

No, no, definitely...

So why you sorry for, then?

It's just a thing people say,
like hello and shit.

Found my brother dead.

My fam are in there, crying.

She's shedding her tears, yeah,
and Rizla wants to come round

and say hello and shit.

All right, Rizla.

Hello and shit.

Fuck off.

Can you not hear me?

I can't.

Can't what? Do you want a short
cut out the window? No, bruv.

I know you're not
in the frame of mind,

but...

I got this girl at art school,
so fit,

and she's been holding out
on me for months.

And don't get me wrong, I like that.

Classy, right? But...

I'm ready, you know?

And she text me about
having a little party later,

with hearts and kisses
and all the right emojis.

Tonight's the night, I can feel it.

If I knew about your situation
beforehand,

on my life, I wouldn't be here.

But I'm here.

So...

No offence, bruv,
can you sort me out?

Are you serious?

I'm just trying to get laid.

What's this girl's name?

Charlotte.

Charlotte. Charlotte Humphreys.

Right.

Fourth one down.

Uni?

Them girls are snobs, man.

Brown boy like you,

rocking up loaded with wraps,
you're asking for trouble.

No, man, creatives.
They like having a good time.

Mm.

Say it, then, how do I look? Uh...

I mean, not my type, but...

OK, let's go.

Going to get those wraps, yeah?

I've got enough on me.
You ride, yeah? Uh, y...what?

You want to come with?

Well, I ain't sitting here listening
to my mum crying all night, am I?

WOMEN CRY

Party better be banging.

Tonight's the night, I can feel it!

Listen, yeah, that bike's mine,
Rizla. Don't scratch it.

Go easy on that front brake, as
well, or it'll flip you right over.

Yo. Oh, shit.

Al-salaamu alaykum.

Hey, bust a move, Riz.

Give us a sec, come here! Yo!

Who's that geezer?
Some wasteman,

try to give du'a
to anything that walks by.

Sorry to hear about your bruv,
innit?

It was God's choice, bruv.

God's choice!

Number nine is on the move.

I'll be eyes on.

Mm-hmm. Keep me posted.

WHISTLE BLOWS

This is long.

Can't remember her room.

I don't know.

They all look the same.
Can you not just call her?

No, I tried, man.

She's not replied to my texts.

I think I've got the date twisted,
like, maybe tomorrow...

Yeah, let me see them texts. Uh...

There's some pictures on there.

Yeah, I definitely want to see them.
Um...not just of her, though.

BUZZER RINGS

OVER INTERCOM: Hello?
Hi, yeah, your pizza.

No, you've got the wrong
number, mate.

OVER INTERCOM: Hello?

Hello, yeah, we've got your pizza
here. I didn't order a pizza.

Man, that's never going to work.

You're wasting your time.

BUZZER GOES,
DOOR OPENS

I swear down.

Yeah, maybe back the other way.

Where's Charlotte Humphreys at?

Deadline week.

Probably in the studio,
bottom floor.

Deadline week.
HE SIGHS

Don't sound like no party to me.
Where you coming at me from?

Man, I told you, I think I've
got the days all mixed up, man.

Don't fucking lie to me.
I'm not lying.

You're fucking using me,
is what you're doing.

Inviting me to come out
when you were using me for wraps.

Be a fucking man, Rizla, pay!

I did pay.

But, bruv, it ain't like that, OK?

You were cooped up at home, hurting.

I didn't know what to do.

I just thought maybe
you should get out. All right?

We're here now, yeah?

She's got friends.

Lemonade, innit?

So the clay at the bottom,
it's supposed to be the idea

that it's kind of like sloughed-off,
formless skin, I suppose.

So that's why all this skin
has this kind of mottled effect,

almost like it's kind of
dripping off her.

So these kind of like, I don't know,
like a snake or something,

have kind of, like,
congregated round her feet.

And the whole idea behind that
is that...

Any of these your girl?

..it's her past that kind of
holds her back. Sweet.

Mm, yeah. So the kind of, you know,
past traumas... Psychedelic.

That's a mad shirt.

The fuck is this?

It's, er... This is mine.

I was just saying that...

I was talking about how the clay at
the bottom is kind of like...

FOOTSTEPS

VOICES MURMUR

MUSIC PLAYS

I was just thinking about people
who don't fucking call me back.

LAUGHTER

I couldn't believe it,
I was just staring at her.

Like, she'd never even
heard of criticality.

It's like, what is this,
tech college?

Oh, sorry, is this yours?

I've got some cash, if you want.

Oh, you're saying I'm a road man?

I'm not sure what that is, exactly.

Do you think I'm dealing?

Er...

..well, um... Hm?

No, no, no, I was just, um...

Uh...

If you don't want it,
then, yeah, cheers.

If I don't want it, right. So you're
not going to pay for that, then, no?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

How much do you want?

HE LAUGHS
I'm fucking with you, man.

Oh, right, yeah.

No, I...I thought so, yeah.

I am going to need you to give
me money for that, though, yeah?

Now.

So I'm lying there, stark bollock
naked on this plastic sheet,

there's, like, three or four
of them running round,

stacking me with ice packs,
asking me all sorts of questions,

and I'm like, "Sorry, love,
I can't answer right now,

"I am literally freezing
my tits off."

And then I'm on the IV,
and that was that.

Doctor gave me a proper telling-off.

She was singing
your praises, though.

Said if I'd got there
any later, then...

..toast.

There's that tradition, though.

If you save a life,
you're responsible for it.

That's a lot of pressure, innit?

Yeah, especially when you don't
answer my texts,

calls, smoke signals.

I thought you were going
to yell at me. What for?

You took me to A&E when all of
my actual friends did one.

I'm not an actual friend, then?

You are an actual mystery.

I don't hear from you all week,
and then surprise, here you are.

Well, you know me. Desi James Bond.

SHE LAUGHS

Got that double life.

Wow, you're so full of shit!

Let me draw you. No chance.

Please, look, I have this project
in need of a subject.

You would be perfect. No, no...
Why not?

Seriously, it would be a laugh.

Charlie, is this idiot out here
your friend? Which idiot?

Hugo, what's wrong?

I'm just letting you know,
I've called security.

Oh, shit.

Oh...

Dude!

Be honest, though, this looks, like,
100 times better, doesn't it?

That was my whole fucking term.

And you're going to fix this!
Whoa, you don't want to do that.

Security are on their way!

Quick, quick, quick!

Stop, stop!

# I know you want it
Come and get it

# I'ma give it to ya

# I know you want it
Come and get it

# I'ma give it to ya... #

THEY LAUGH

# I'ma give it to ya... #

THEY WHOOP

# I'ma give it to ya

# I know you want it
Come and get it

# I'ma give it to ya

# I know you want it
Come and get it

# I'ma give it to ya

# Yeah, I took a little break
from trafficking freight

# Yeah, yeah

# Three-litre CSL on a late plate

# In Bape,
got Bowie banging in the tape

# Big brick Nokia,
man playing Snake. #

Are you hungry? What?

Do you want to eat? What?

HE LAUGHS

PHONE VIBRATES

It's been blowing up all night.

You don't want to answer it?

No, it's Yousef's.

Someone killed my brother,
what am I left with?

A box full of gear
and a line full of contacts.

Life's over,
but the market don't close.

Is that what you want to do?

Friend don't care what I want to do.

Look, I know it's still fresh,
but have the cops got,

like, any idea who did it?

Feds don't give a monkey's
about Yousef.

HE LAUGHS

What?

Yousef used to work here.

What, this joint right here?
How long ago was that?

Way back.

Every day after school,
I used to botch through,

skinny little starving African,

and come out with my belly full.

Then these lot fired him,
all over some free chicken.

No.

That's cold.

Yeah, innit?

Boss man, remember
my brother, Yousef Hassan?

He used to work here.

Don't know Yousef.
When is this?

No, don't lie, you lot fired him.

Whatever, OK.

Fucking whatever.
You hear that, Rizla?

Just wankers, man.
Ain't no whatever. Huh?

I don't fire people.
You ask the manager tomorrow.

No, you should have fired him.
He was better than this place.

Whoa, whoa, you can't be back here!
Whoa, whoa, hey, hey. Shut up!
You can't be back here.

THUMP, GRUNT
Dickhead!

"The tin woodman, raising his axe,
rushed towards the little man

"and cried out, 'Who are you?'

"'I am Oz the Great and Terrible,'

"said the little man
in a trembling voice,

"'but don't strike me,
please don't,

"'and I'll do anything you
want me to.'

"Our friends looked at him
in surprise and dismay.

"'I thought Oz was a great head,'
said Dorothy, 'and I...'"

Is the wizard real?

No. The old man made him up.

I just read that part.

Yeah, but everyone believed him,

so doesn't that make him
real anyway?

Valid point.

Probably is real.

He probably casts spells
on little girls

and turns them into monkeys.

That's OK, you can
just punch him, Daddy.

Daddy doesn't just punch people!

What happened to your hand?

It was the Wicked Witch of the West!

Arrr!
SHE SHRIEKS AND GIGGLES

I'm fine, thanks.

Well, how else am I supposed
to get you to talk?

I can answer questions.

OK.

Anybody special in your life?

You mean sexual?

If you like.

I've never really been
in a proper relationship.

Well, not one that lasted, anyway.

My sister's staying with me,
if that counts.

Oh, that's nice.

You two must be close.
Not really.

Where did that scar come from?

Was that rude?

No, you're all right.

The driver who was seven
pints loaded was rude.

Oh. Sorry.

No, don't be.
It's how I met this one.

Christ, you didn't ask
about her back, did you?

I've only been out of the room
for five minutes.

Shh, don't make her feel bad!

I was two cars behind when that
wanker ran the red and kept going.

I got her to A&E just in time.

She was unconscious, of course,
has no idea what a hero I was.

Did they catch the driver?

Yeah, he was an Aussie
on his gap year.

His parents shelled out
for a very persuasive lawyer,

so he made bail and bought a ticket
for the next flight back.

Never made his plane, though.

Got mugged on the way home
from his leaving do.

They took his wallet, his passport,
broke both his legs.

Was this when you were undercover?

Your tattoo's part of a legend,
I assume,

unless you're an actual fascist?

I can't talk about it.

Well, I can.

I never get to bitch about this.

Can you imagine, Holly,
waking up to those every day?

You can forget going to the beach,
the amount of dirty looks we get.

It's not like I can say,

"Oh, it's all right,
my husband was just undercover."

Can't talk about it.

It's not me, it's the law.

Holly, can you tell me where it
says in the police rule book

you have to keep those things?

Hey, didn't we tell Lori about this?

About what? Cans go in the
recycling. This was in the bin.

It's not Lori's, it's mine.

Oh, my mistake.

Yeah, I had a cigarette.

More than one, by the looks of it.
All right, a couple.

I thought you were going to
give up after we had Lori.

Oh, my God, are you serious?

You asked me to help you.
I can't help you if you lie to me.

I don't think Holly
wants to hear this.

Where's the pack?

Fucking happy?

PHONE RINGS

Oh, of course.

Yeah, what is it?

Let that be a lesson, Holly.

You want to get on with my husband,
don't ask about his good old days.

I'm pretty sure it
was in the recycling.

The can.

Well, you don't miss much, do you?

No.

We've got to go.

Thanks for dinner.

I thought you were going
to keep your eye on them.

I could hardly go running
after them, could I?

You're not going to be running
after anybody,

with that pirate limp, are you?

Well, that's all part
of the legend now.

Besides, the devil's in the detail.

Just lay low, there.

Yes, sir.

CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Hey.

Control says you've got an IC3 and
an IC4 armed with bike helmets.

Yeah, two males, 20s, long gone.

Manager's in the back?
Yeah, through there.

DS Waters, DC Morton, CTSU.

Right. Where do you want me, skip?

Just go round the back.

CTSU?

What's that all about?

Can you show us the security
camera footage, please?

My nephew set this system up
last year.

State-of-the-art.

Great.

Check this out, 16 channels,
always something on.

See, here's them boys.
Look, look, look.

You see that? Yeah.

Good job I wasn't there, man.

I'd have done some damage to them,
you'd have been arresting me.

Do you know what I'm talking about?
Mm-hmm.

Look, him as well, look.

Oh!

Rewind that for me, please.

Bring up camera number six.

Bloody bike helmet.

Spiros nearly bit his tongue off.

It's disgusting.

Animals!

It's all that drugs and drink. Yeah.

Stole 30 quid's worth
of chicken, and all.

Look, look.

Never getting that back, am I?

No. Hooligans.

Your lot are letting
this city go to hell.

Yeah, yeah.

Is all this footage
on that memory stick?

Yes.

When you catch these
little bastards,

make sure you give them
a good hiding, yeah?

Only way they'll learn.

Where are you going with that?

I'm going to catch the bastards,
give them a hiding.

Good!

And don't be shy.

Oh, we won't.

That's the spirit.

You recruited Raza Shar
for yourself.

He was a good spot.

Anyway, after your
paedo skit with his mum,

you can't run him. I can.

Oh, don't tell me our man's
already bottled it.

He committed a serious assault.

Instead of blowing his cover.

The boy's a natural.

SMOKE ALARM BEEPS

PEOPLE LAUGH AND CHAT DISTANTLY

You'll wake up your brother!

BEEPING INTENSIFIES

Right, OK... Hang on.

Open the window, there,
love, will you?

Wait, wait, one more, one more.
Ready?

Bloody Towering Inferno in here.

Stand back.

Oh, there's a look I know.

That's a man with a proper hangover.

Sit down.
I'll fix you a Hanif special.

BEEPING STOPS

So, you had fun last night, then?

Rubbing shoulders with the luvvies?

You never told me
about your girlfriend.

Where are you hearing all this?

Well, you complain,
like I'm the bloody Stasi.

But, you know, your friend is polite
enough to answer all my questions.

Mrs Shar, you really
shouldn't spoil me like this.

I'll be here every morning.

What's up with you?

Nothing, I'm good.

So, how do you two know each other?

Oh, Raza didn't tell you?

We met in jail.

SHE LAUGHS

I think he must have
forgotten to tell me that!

Jail!

Yeah, that's a good one.

Does Rose know you're running
source nine without me?

I'll pass it on.

I put Raza Shar on your radar.

You said it yourself.
I should run him with you.

Holly, you bollocksed it.

It's new territory for you.

Raza's just a means to an end.

You slept here last night?

Dinner wasn't such a hit
for everyone.

See you in the brief. Mm.

El Adoua followed a pattern.

Embed in a city,
establish a cell,

teach them how to build explosives.

The Italian police found
the Turin attack cell

sitting on 100 canisters of butane.

That matches the Dutch estimates

based on the blast radius
from Rotterdam.

Working theory is El Adoua
may well have continued that method

here in London.

How did they acquire the butane?

The same purchase pattern
was used by both cells,

always on gift cards,
one can at a time.

Multiple vendors
within a 60-mile radius.

Then we should canvass the vendors.

Petrol stations, garden centres.

What are we circulating?
We have no suspects.

Just get them nervous any time
anyone asks to light a barbecue.

How did the Turin cell plan on
moving 100 canisters of butane?

AISI recovered a stolen Fiat Ducato
from the Turin farmhouse.

What about the Ford Transit
that was tailing Yousef?

Well, it's comparable in size.

But there's 2.5 million
white vans on this island,

and not enough of us.

Well, just crosscheck MIT's list
for Ford Transits. Yeah, OK.

We should just ask them
to send over the transcripts.

What we're looking for
won't be in the transcripts.

To see them, we've got to be there.

You missed a spot.
There's almost a full sentence here.

Is this all you can give us?
That's all that can be written down.

Bloody CTSU, always want
to play blind man's bluff.

We have a drug dealer,
gets a bullet for his troubles.

Not to mention someone took
the time to bleach the car.

That means I've got physical
evidence for shite!

Now counter-terror are sniffing
about and my antenna is picking

up a matter of national security.

Yousef was a source
in an ongoing CT investigation.

Well, warmer, OK.

His form doesn't exactly
reflect the pious sort.

Extremist recruiters often target
low-level criminals.

They're easier to radicalise
than people who actually
know the religion.

Lost boys. That's what Yousef
was when I turned him.

Yousef promised us
high-value intelligence.

We think he was killed
to keep it quiet.

What's the intel to do with?

No, no, no.
Don't go cold on me now!

Yousef texted last weekend.

Were you trying to score? No, no.

No, no, it's nothing, it's nothing,
nothing like that.

I was ribbing him
because United lost last weekend.

Last weekend? I thought they drew.

Yeah, yeah, it's all
rivalry, isn't it, mate?

Have a seat.

I have phone records here. How is it
you've been living next to

Mr Yousef Hassan for the last three
years and you don't know who he is?

What was the name of the pub?

The bed and breakfast registered to
your name...

VOICES BECOME INDISTINCT

HE SIGHS
I told you. This is a waste of time.

It wasn't what Yousef asked for
either. He knew the risks.

No, he didn't. They never do.

If they did, they wouldn't do it.

What happened to
"they're not your friends"?

They're not, but you're theirs.

You know their biggest secret.

All they want to know is,
are you going to keep it safe?

You lie about anything else,
you don't lie about that.

You can't seriously blame yourself
for Yousef's choice.

I remember his choice.

He had five years over his head.

I took him to an Arsenal match.

I told him, "By the time you get
out, you won't recognise a single

"player on this pitch."
What about number 9?

What was his choice? Doesn't matter.

You don't just send a canary
straight down the mine.

You put a cage around it first.

But I don't know more than that.

My stomach is watery.
You have something to eat?

Let's get back to Yousef.

I know you had a relationship
with Mr Hassan.

Barely. No strings.

He was...

..he was, um...

..he was gracious.

Not like most boys.
Why anyone hurt him I don't know.

Last time you spoke,
how did he seem to you?

That was so long ago,
I can't remember when it was.

Phone records show you were in
contact with him over the weekend.

A lot of boys calling me,
I don't keep track.

Miss Novak, it's a criminal offence
to pervert the course of justice.

Roxy can eat, Roxy can talk,
can walk, can breathe.

OK.

Roxy does nothing.

MUSIC: Where Has Cupid Gone?
by Andrew Kingslow

Folic acid for the brain,
vitamin D for the bones,

fish oil for the heart.

How many weeks?

Ten. That's early.

One a day, save your money.

Thanks.

Still don't really know what I'm
doing. Oh, who does?

At least you know you're going to
keep it. That's brave.

Why are you saying that?
Yousef would have made a good dad.

How do you know Yousef?

What the fuck?! You followed me?!
I have nothing to say to you! OK.

How are you doing? I'm fine, I'm
late for work. You're not fine.

You're pregnant,
the father of your baby is dead,

and you're alone, wandering
the aisles of the supermarket.

Look.

Strawberry.

Next week he'll be big as a kiwi.

I read it online.
Did Yousef know about the baby?

You're the first people to know.

Most girls, they get, um,
cakes, balloons.

I get cops stalking me.

Is there anyone you can think
of that might have had cause

to harm him?
I wasn't his girlfriend.

He didn't, like, take me out
or meet his mates.

He comes to my place,
he wants one thing, you know?

You must have met him somewhere.

Yeah, the restaurant, where I work.

He comes one time with these guys -

they're, like, regulars -

and he starts talking to me.

And, yeah, I guess
he was a good talker.

The regulars, who are they?
I don't know.

They come once a week, maybe.
They don't talk to anyone.

They don't talk to me.
They don't really talk English.

What do they speak?
Albanian, I think.

Next time they come in,
would you give me a call?

I don't want anything to do with
these guys, they have bad energy.

I've got a seven-year-old.

She's in the "why?" phase.

You know, "Why's the sky blue?
Why's water wet?"

One day your strawberry's
going to start asking questions.

"What happened to Dad?
Who hurt him?

"Why didn't you catch them?"

SIREN

Didn't think I'd see you again.

Friend already booked you a table.

CHANTING

Today his brother got shot dead,
and what do you care?

You dumped me right in there.

And why do you keep dragging me out
to this two-for-one shithole, hmm?

Safest pub in London, this.
Coppers' bar.

Nobody you know is coming in here.
Lucy will see to that.

You see the paper today?

Look inside.

I can't be buying no more gear.
That's yours.

You had a good night.

By what metric?

They've got a sword at my throat.

Dadir goes mental at some
random in the chicken shop

because his brother
got fucking murdered.

I'm done. I can't go back.

Well, the way I see it,
I'm keeping your mum out of trouble,

so you've got to get me
someone IN trouble.

Morning.
Can I get you anything to drink?

I'll have a coffee. Thanks.

I'm looking for a
contact of Dadir's brother.

Maybe Dadir knows him.
Some big-shot dude.

Big shot?
Like, big or, like, "big"?

Big shot's all I've got to go on,
it's all you've got to go on.

Is this the bloke
that murdered Yousef?

We don't know. Well, I ain't trying
to end up like that, bruv.

Just arrest somebody.
They're doing more than I ever did.

That's not how this works. Until we
find this big shot, you're stuck
with me. How long for?

It could be a day,
it could be a lifetime.

A lifetime?

Dadir is a hand grenade.

He rumbles me for
a snitch, I'm dead.

You know that, right?

I've never lost an informant.

I'm not starting now.