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It's like fortune-telling.

You get a piece of paper and you draw around your hand.

Kids... can you hear me?

- Yes. - OK. Have you all got your PE kit?

- Yes. - Cos if you haven't...

Mrs Brooks says that she's gonna bake me in a pie.

- A Mr Rashid pie! - Mr Rashid pie. Yeah, very good.

What other pies are there?

- Cucumber pie. - Cucumber pie? That's terrible.

- Pie pie. - A pie pie?

What's that? A pie in a pie?

- Wow, that sounds lovely. - Mr Rashid, a sausage pig pie.

There's something on the road.

Where's he going?

♪ Venez dans mes bras

♪ Closer to me, dear

♪ Donnez-vous é moi

♪ Set aside all fear

♪ Restons enlacés

♪ Pour I'éternité

♪ Yes, you shall be mine

♪ Till the end of time

Capitaine?

Bonjour.

Good. You are in France already.

Can you come to the station?

I'm with the car that he was seen escaping in after he shot Delgado.

It's a police car.

I'll be ten minutes.

Hi, it's Laura. Can't take your call. Please leave a message.

Hi. It's me again.

Um... just...

I know you're angry. Um...

I'd just... really like to come home tonight.

Give me a call.

The car was hot-wired...

but the witness said the gunman wore a service uniform.

Everything now points to TT being one of us.

The hacked UK police server, the uniform, the car.

- His gun training. - You said the car was hot-wired.

The gendarmes' helicopter made routine contact as he drove from the scene.

Yes, I spoke to the pilot this morning.

He said the driver used police code perfectly.

It explains a lot if he's police.

They found a surveillance camera in the barbershop where Delgado was held.

It's the same kind used by the DCRI - French Ml5.

We need a shortlist of all our men who fit the profile.

If he's one of us, he shot three colleagues.

He's French, then.

Because he spoke French to the pilot and none of you learn languages?

I was thinking more because we watch each other's backs in England.

Girls! Breakfast!

- At a café. - Yay, McDonald's!

YaY-

Elise...

Mr Rashid?

Sir?

Oh...

Oh...

- Mr Rashid, please. - Argh.

Guys.

You all right?

I want my mummy.

This is where it happened.

Does the driver have a phone?

They found it in a ditch, a few yards further on.

Witness in a passing car saw a man in a balaclava. No description.

They're searching the area, looking for CCTV to track the journey,

but it's rural, so...

French ex-police who fit TT's profile.

We're no use across the Channel until they have a lead.

We should go and see Delgado's widow.

We think TT's police and he was too, so they might have known each other.

Olivier said you got thrown out.

I cheated on Laura.

She needs time.

Does she know you don't believe in monogamy?

I do believe in it.

You cheated.

- You ever been in a relationship? - Depends on the definition.

Well, it's not sleepovers with 18-year-olds.

No, you mean children and a house with one woman

and... sex with another.

- I don't expect you to understand. - I understand.

You want to have your cake, eat it, and fuck the baker, too.

So you told her that you cheated?

She knew cos of you.

You told her I went there on my own.

Where?

Charlotte Joubert? That's who you had sex with?

Leave it.

What was it like?

That's not really the point, is it?

The point is that Laura knows.

So you're saying the problem isn't that you cheated, it's that you got caught?

The problem is I don't want to lose Laura.

You...

Look. You... Do you know them?

I need to go to the toilet.

OK, guyS...

Don't cry. Listen. Come here.

OK.

It's just a different kind of lesson.

It's like a PE challenge.

Yeah?

And...

when you free yourself...

you win a prize.

Yeah?

Whatever it is, Jonno, I don't care.

In my office, Hillier.

Uh... maybe you haven't noticed, but I seem to be packing up.

He burnt a girl to death in front of me

and l... l am done.

What's the matter? You worried for your own skin?

You're a cunt, Jonno.

There. See? There's the Dan-Dan that I know and love.

Office.

I don't know what you're gonna do, Jonno, because I think I just told you I quit.

Advance, from the newspaper group, for a book on TT.

And a nice fat cut to us here.

You've hit the big-time, sunshine.

What, are you telling me you've had an epiphany?

Take the fucking contract.

Here he is.

Tl: Millions of children are used every day by companies

who make the luxury goods you buy.

But do you ever question what the real cost is?

How many children are exploited?

You don't care because they're not you're children.

But now they are.

If you do nothing, they will die.

But you can save them.

Show your rage towards the companies that sell these trainers.

If I can hear and see it loudly enough,

these two girls go free.

Yes, he said the blue tiles.

Well, tell the client he can call me and then... uh...

OK. Yeah. No, fine. I'm coming now.

You are joking.

Does anyone drive an old green Saab?

No.

Do you actually own a driver's license?

Move your car.

Oh, seriously? You want to waste some more of my fucking time?

Because today is already shit and I'm late.

All right. There's no need for that kind of language.

Can you just move your car?

I'm sorry. I park really badly.

I'm late for a job interview and I...

When I went inside, they'd already given it to someone else.

OK...

What do you care? You've just got yourself to worry about.

Oh... God.

Police are under increasing pressure in the hunt for the so-ca//ed Truth Terrorist,

following the abduction this morning of five Kent primary school children

and their bus driver.

There are still no clear leads

in this latest act of his escalating campaign of violence.

Right.

Uh, UK police who fit the profile.

There's seven of them.

He's got MS. He's in a wheelchair.

He's dead, so...

unless he's very bloody clever...

OK.

So we haven't got a clue which way he went?

We have helicopters out but he probably hid the bus.

This is the final truth, our final chance to catch him, and we have nothing.

I'm so sorry, really. I... I thought you had room to get out.

I'm sorry, too. What kind of job was it?

Oh, you know... Prime Minister.

No, it was my own fault. I was late.

I was caught up watching the news this morning, about those kids.

- What kids? - Oh, you didn't see?

The Truth Terrorist captured a bunch of schoolkids off a school bus.

- Which school? - Weston Grange Junior, I think.

Oh.

When did the world become such a shitty place, hm?

Well, I'm sorry, again, and for ruining your day.

Where's that?

Paris.

Kids, pull your hands. Quickly.

You think this is good? You applaud him?

Children being saved from death seems pretty good to me.

You don't think killing kids is the worst he could do?

No. Children are just small human beings.

But they work on people's emotions.

Like kittens.

English one's gone up. Good.

P“...

I hear and see you,

so now two children are free.

Here's one more.

And another target.

Show me your rage and the boy will live.

What the hell's that?

Some kind of warehouse.

- Where? - It's...

Eight miles from here.

Find out who owns it and their connection to children.

It's OK. There's nothing... There's nothing to worry about.

Try the door. That's it.

Now... pull it as hard as you can.

Just"

Pull the door as hard as you can!

Pull it!

Police are trying to maintain order

but tension is rising.

As yet it has not been established why this particular...

Yep.

Yep. OK.

OK.

Building's owned by a conglomerate of companies but no links to sweatshops.

- So now he doesn't tell the truth? - It doesn't matter.

The bought into child exploitation for the first

one, so now they believe it without question.

Stay back!

Stay back!

What if the kids are in there?

Excuse me.

Move it!

Police! Police! Police! Has anyone checked inside?

No, we were told to protect the building. Stay back!

Fuck.

Look around.

It's total chaos.

What about here?

Shocking scenes of oppression.

There's no-one here.

Wait. Look.

Nothing.

Hey! It's unsafe.

- All right. - Get out!

Fuck it.

Pull your hands.

Pull your hands!

Come on.

Yeah. Good, Theo.

There's a laptop.

Careful, Jay.

It's us.

- Is the kid free? - Well, from his restraints, anyway.

Maybe he was trying to torch the bus for evidence.

Maybe he was trying to prove how he could get

the British public to burn alive five children.

He's changed. He misled us.

- We need to work out why. - Make us look like wankers, I expect.

Hey!

Stop! Police!

Saw you with the mob. Have you turned vigilante?

Or are you back on the payroll?

It was scary.

They were unhinged.

Welcome to our readership.

So you decided to take the money, then?

OK.

Cecile was assaulted at ZP Holdings by some heavy and his friend.

- They got away. - Great. Getting nowhere, then.

Is there any idea what his point is?

He's just shown us a weakness.

He isn't hidden by his politics any more. He's shown us that he's angry.

He wants to make us feel and act out his anger for him.

The last two children.

Bring me the computer over here.

Bring it here!

Just as you make choices every day,

which affect children all over the world,

now choose who you want to save.

One child will live, the other will be executed.

You choose.

He doesn't seriously think people are gonna vote on that?

No-one will vote.

He hasn't shown them how, anyway.

What's the news on those searches? Come on!

Going around in fucking circles here!

- Hi, Laura. - Hiya.

- Hi, sweetie. Ooh, how are you, darling? - All right.

Come on.

Right. Let's get Billy.

How was school?

- I'll sign the contract. - I'll call you back.

I'll write the book, then I'm out.

Fuck it.

Hey, Laura.

Hi.

I guess my dad's an arsehole, huh?

You threw him out?

For now, at least, yeah.

Guess he's having a hard time with everything right now.

Yeah.

Yeah, got it.

Three more farms clear.

Internet's going mad about those kids. It's trending off the scale.

"What about the African kid?"

"He should be strung up and get the death penalty."

Why do people feel the need to comment on every single online article?

Same reason TT's doing it. They want to be heard.

I thought you said he was angry.

No. Look at this.

"Boy's mum is on benefits.

Save the girl.

RIP, little boy."

They're voting?

Mr Rashid?

What's happening?

Please...

What... What have we ever done to you? Please.

Go! Move! Move! Go on!

Get out of here! Go!

- Mr Rashid... - Get behind me.

Stay behind me! No!

No! No!

No!

No, he can't.

He can't.

Oh, fuck.

What the fuck is that meant to prove?

Are we meant to think he's kind or something?

Cal, hurry up!

Quickly!

No.

Oh...

God.

Fuck.

These children are ruined now.

Their innocence is gone.

But this is what you do to children every single day.

When will you see that?

When will it stop?

Riley Farm.

It's further out than we thought it was.

Can't tell us anything.

Anwar. Anwar?

Why? Why can't I see him? He's my son.

He's my son.

Please.

He's my son.

And I want to see him.

So that's it, then, folks.

The final truth, he's still free.

And now he'll disappear.

Yes'?

I have Adam Roebuck down here for you.

OK.

What do you want?

Just came to get some clothes, see the kids.

They're asleep and Adam's out.

See the news today? See what happened?

Mm-hm.

I love you.

Hey.

I uh...

How are you?

I'm working. What are you doing here, Adam?

Well, I figured you'd be in England cos of what happened today.

Wondered if you fancied having a drink.

I could come to yours.

Your father was not happy that I let you stay last time.

So?

Who cares what he thinks?

I do.

Night, Adam.

How long are we going on like this for, then?

Who's that?

School mum.

Bye, then.

Ooh.

So this is where Adam slept the night, yeah?

He came to see me at the station today.

Asked if he could stay again.

I said no.

Well, thank you.

Look, I'm sorry I blamed you about Laura.

Hug?

Erm... Brosse-moi?

No.

- It's all right. - You just asked me to brush you down.

Ah.

It's over, Danny.

Five truths.

I'll give you an exclusive interview before I give myself up.

- What? - But you have to meet me now.

How do I know that I can trust you?

L could have killed you in your car, Danny.

I didn't.

Dinner.

Bon appétit.

Mm. It's actually very nice.

This is Gaél.

Sometimes we have sex.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I should leave you two to... - No, we have work to do.

OK. I'm on the coast road. Where to now?

- Till you see the lookout point. - Uh...

I need to find my earplugs.

I can't sleep when someone else is breathing.

OK. So what happens now?

Karl...

It's from Cécile.

- She found this. - Gym membership.

ZP Holdings director Marco Brun.

Fabien Vincent, French police suspect.

- It's the same guy. - It's the same guy!

What? No!

No! Please! Please! Come back!

Please! Please!

Fuck!