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JACK HODGSON: This
wasn't just misadventure.

Someone locked him in
and left him to die.

God, Derren, what's
the matter with you?

You're asleep half the time.

And then you do
something like this!

I didn't do anything!

If you want to
leave, leave now.

No one come near me.

JACK HODGSON: What I want
to know is what killed him.

Armed police!

Get down on the floor!

SIR WILLIAM EMBLETON:
Brimstead Fields.

This is really going
to mess things up.

I told you.

GEORGE RYDER: I want the
proper value of my farm.

I understand.

This Lord Embleton,
as he calls himself,

you tell him I could make
an awful lot of trouble

for him if I choose.

Someone knows
what's happening.

And there's people
dying because of it!

Stand your ground.

Don't move!

What's going on?

Useful?

There is something
going on in the area.

Mr. Ryder?

George?

Nikki, is Jack there?

DR. NIKKI ALEXANDER :
On his way to you, I think.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON
: Could you

send over the mugshots of
Brian Blackburn's employees?

That's the boy that I saw.

What are you doing?

I've got to get
away from here.

Slow down.

I need to get
away from here, Dad.

Where can I go?

What are you talking about?

It was just--
this man, he were--

he was lying there.

And I didn't do anything.

What man?

Just some old bloke.

I, uh, went back
to get the bottle.

And they're not going to
believe me after Colin.

Nobody knows about Colin.

I took him some water.

You said don't leave anything.

Is this blood?

DI BOB CHERRY: Police!

Open the door!

You can't let
them in here, Dad.

They'll only break it down.

You got three seconds, Brian.

You stay here.

I'll talk to them.

All right, put it in.

Where is he, Brian?

BRIAN BLACKBURN: He's
done nothing wrong.

We've got a witness.

Is he up there?

He's out the window!

There he is!

Ahh.

Over here!

Why would Derren want
to kill George Ryder?

Well, he didn't want to.

Yeah, his dad scared him
into going back to pick up

the evidence, like that bottle.

Ryder chips up, hello, stranger.

Derren panics.

Bang, George is dead.

You're
happy with that?

What, one story that
closes three cases?

Should I not be?

Mind if I have
a talk with him?

Sure, be my guest.

Is there anyone
you'd like to call?

I've called a solicitor.

They're going to charge
me with obstruction.

Do you think Derren
killed George Ryder?

He didn't kill anyone.

You know what happened
to Colin Connor.

Derren locked him in a
room and left him to die.

It took days.

Colin was a bully.

I mean, eh, they were
supposed to be best mates,

but it were basically Derren
doing what Colin said.

Until he snapped?

He was a good boy.

Yeah.

I understand that his
behaviour changed recently.

He used to talk to me.

We were close, you know?

And then it were like I
didn't know him anymore.

He lied, thieved.

He had these mood swings.

I tried tackling him about it,
but it wouldn't open up to me.

Was he into drugs?

I did wonder.

But I never saw any evidence.

Well, sometimes
personality change

can have a-- a medical reason.

You talk to any doctors?

Doctors?

Hmph.

They did nothing for his mother.

So what did you do?

Clarissa's matched
Derren's prints

to the ones on the water bottle.

So between that and
Leo's witness evidence,

we can play him at the
scene at both deaths.

I didn't think I'd be seeing
any of you people again.

You weren't supposed to.

But then Brimstead Fields
found its way into the news.

Blow over.

Give it time.

Two crime scenes in one week?

They caught the boy
that did them both.

But the damage is done.

It's your son's
dreams and schemes

that have brought George
Ryder out of the woodwork.

Who is going to be next?

I didn't authorise
any development.

But you gave James
control without giving him

all the facts.

What were you thinking?

New generation, fresh
start, clean hands,

and the old problems fade away?

It doesn't work like that, Bill.

Then sort it out.

That's what you do, isn't it?

I'm trying to.

But this green
development thing,

he's doing it to impress you.

So one way or the other, you
have to knock it out of him.

Aheh.

He won't like that.

In a word, tough.

Bring him inside, Bill.

Tom?

I thought I told you.

Yeah, I know.

I-- I'm sorry about last time.

Well, you were upset.

Did you get a chance
to look at my evidence?

I've been reading it, yes.

And?

It does throw
up some questions.

You found something?

No, I-- I didn't say that.

Whatever it is,
I need to know.

Tom, when I have
something to tell you,

I will come and find you.

Until then, just be careful.

Yeah.

Did you find anything?

Frontal lobe tumour, there's
nothing small or subtle about

it.

Well, it's certainly enough
to account for the change in his

behaviour.

Anything that affects
the frontal lobes

can cause a personality
change, can't it?

Yeah.

I also find
nodules in his lungs.

Malignant?

Spiculated in
shape, so most likely.

I've made slides.

Well, it's a
different progression,

but a-- a similar disease
pattern to what we saw in Peter

Hancock.

So what are you saying?

I don't know.

Look very closely at George
Ryder when he comes in.

I don't think that Derren
Blackburn killed him.

Derren had George
Ryder's his blood on him.

And you were a witness.

Only to the aftermath.

It could have
been an accident.

Well, if it was
an accident, it

was an extremely convenient
one for somebody.

How much longer on the
bone marrow results?

Too long.

The lab can take a couple
of weeks over the tests.

But I can tell you
about this now.

This is from a laurel
tree on Brimstead Farm.

If there's heavy metal
in the groundwater,

it'll be concentrated
in the leaves.

This one has salts of uranium.

It's also in the
traces from your shoes.

So it's in the
water and in the soil.

The local drinking water
comes from underground,

which could explain the elevated
levels of kidney disease.

How did the uranium get
there in the first place?

You find natural uranium
over half the country.

Then why were the
powers-that-be so cagey when I

asked for the soil
and water surveys?

I'm still waiting.

Maybe it's those
live firing exercises.

They coat artillery shells
with depleted uranium.

But depleted uranium has
the most dangerous isotope

refined out.

Could the uranium
explain the cancers?

Not if it's only in the water.

It would pass straight
through the body

and be expelled in the urine.

With what effect?

Well, the toxic metal
will poison the kidneys.

Chronic exposure could
explain the symptoms

of Fanconi syndrome.

But it doesn't stay in
the body long enough

to be a radiation hazard.

So it couldn't
cause the tumours.

What was it that George
Ryder wanted to tell me?

Have you scheduled
his post-mortem yet?

They're bringing
over his body tonight.

Who are you and how
did you get in here?

David Loader,
with a pass card.

I brought the soil and
water reports you asked for.

Ahh, at last.

Hand-delivery?

That's unusual.

Some of it's
restricted information.

I imagine there's some
commercial angle to it.

It's only facts and figures,
but what can you do?

I'm supposed to remind you that
you're bound by the Official

Secrets Act.

You know the Act applies
whether you've signed it or not.

I know that.

And I have.

Then can you also sign these?

Continuity documents,
acknowledging

you've taken possession
of the files, and to see

that anything that may happen as
a consequence of this request,

you take full
responsibility for.

Which department are you from?

For now, I'm attached to
Lord Embleton's office, Science

Minister.

Oh.

Well, give him my best.

I shall.

Goodnight, Professor Dalton.

My dad started with five
second-hand trucks and built

an empire.

I got public school
and Cambridge,

because he wanted to give
me everything he never had.

And your complaint is?

Huh?

I'm not complaining.

I mean, I'm grateful.

It just makes it
pretty difficult

to impress your old man when
he gave me such a head start.

I mean, look at you.

What about me?

Dedicated, passionate,
top of your field.

And I bet no one ever handed
you anything on a plate.

I'd rather just
go for what I want.

I just want to do
something he didn't do first.

You know, surprise him.

Well, you've got
yourself an honour.

Oh, anyone can do that.

Put a couple of million
in the right place.

And you've got zero
carbon living thingy.

You are at
your most adorable when

you're incoherent.

I am perfectly lucid.

You can stop at perfect.

Shut up.

I could open another one.

Tempted.

Tempted is good.

But?

I have an early
procedure in the morning.

When you say, procedure,
we're talking post-mortem.

Mm-hmm.

Wouldn't be the new man
from my building, would it?

George Ryder, sorry.

Taxi, then?

Hey.

I can barely remember
living on the farm.

But for years, I had bad
dreams about the night

we had to leave it.

When was that?

I was about five or six.

Two policemen came
to the house and said

there was an emergency,
and we had to get out,

right away, simple as that.

They had a van waiting outside.

And we weren't allowed to pack.

We just had to
grab what we could.

And they drove us
out, really fast.

And how long was it before you
were allowed back to the house?

We never went back.

It was late in the year.

I remember, because we had to
shop for new winter things.

And your father
never told you what

might have caused all this?

But he never felt he
got fair compensation

for being moved off the land.

Well, they must have
given him some reason.

They said it had
no value anymore,

no good for farming or
building or anything else.

But they said that about
the old convalescent home.

You should have heard him when
he saw they were developing it.

You said the other day that
he'd made a call to someone.

Any idea who it was?

I'm sorry, I don't know.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON:
How's it looking?

A major depressed skull
fracture on the back

of the head.

Do we have an X-ray?

Yeah.

It's a lateral fracture
to the C2 vertebra.

That's the hangman's fracture.

Could you give Jack a call?

Jack, can you come in, please?

Thanks.

Are you happy with that angle?

Uh-uh.

A blow from behind
pushes the head forward,

and the bone shears accordingly.

Jack, you'd know
the answer to this.

Is there any kind
of martial arts

blow that can break the
neck without leaving a mark?

Chin jab, yeah.

But it's banned.

It was used in close combat
by commandos in World War II.

And how does it work?

Heel of the hand
comes up under the chin,

fingers on face, bang!

Snap the head back
for a sudden kill.

Could Derren
Blackburn have used it?

Well, I know these young
lads love their kung-fu movies.

But, nah, it's not something
you can learn from your sofa.

Leo.

I'm just making
some observations.

Thanks.

You've barely touched your wine.

Sorry.

What's bothering you?

Oh, nothing,
really, just work.

If it's worrying you,
I want to hear about it.

Leo's giving himself a hard
time over the Peter Hancock

case.

He's pushing for answers
that probably aren't there.

Was it really wise of him to
make promises to the father?

Probably not.

The father is obsessed.

But at least he's
got a good excuse.

Well, maybe it's catching.

Oh, don't say that.

He's already looking
for a conspiracy.

Every obstacle just makes
him more suspicious.

I told him to get
it off his chest,

just write it up and dump
the responsibility on someone

who'd have to deal with it.

Oh, thanks very much.

Why?

Because that would
most likely be me.

I thought there was
no vote tonight.

It's not my boss.

It's my father's nurse.

Do you need to go?

Yeah.

But I've been drinking.

I-- I'm going to
have to call a car.

I can drive.

Are you sure?

Untouched.

Thanks, Nikki.

I thought you'd gone home.

The bone marrow results
came in for both Peter Hancock

and Colin Connor.

You should see this.

They found uranium.

Yeah, we knew they would.

But natural uranium is
a mix of three isotopes.

This has a higher proportion
of uranium-235 than you'll

find anywhere in nature.

235?

That's the dangerous form.

So the uranium in the
bone marrow isn't natural.

It's man-made contamination.

We're on dangerous
ground here, Jack.

Did you get the
second message?

We were already on our way.

I'm fine.

You don't ignore
chest pains at your age.

I said it was indigestion.

Now I'll have a doctor's bill--

make it worse.

Who's she?

This is Nikki, Dad.

She drove me here.

I showed you her
picture, remember.

Hello, Sir William.

Send her out.

Dad.

I want to speak to
my son in private.

Now hang on a second.

It's all right.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

Dad, what do you
think you are doing?

Now you listen to me.

You ignored me once,
and this led to trouble.

Trust me this time.

She's the one who works at
the Lyell Centre, right?

I happen to know that
boss of hers is trouble.

And so is she.

And you're not
going to explain?

No

All OK?

I think the medication
makes him cranky.

I-- I'm sorry.

No, don't worry about it.

He's had a scare tonight.

That probably doesn't help.

He also thinks you're a bad
influence and a serious threat

to a young man's virtue.

And what did you say to that?

I said, why do you
think I'm so keen on her?

Hmm.

Uranium-235?

Not depleted, enriched.

Man-made and in
the groundwater.

So how did it get there?

There's no nuclear power station
for miles, no dump, no storage.

Not officially.

Take a look at this.

They redacted the words,
but they left all the maps.

If you look at the
satellite image,

that is the same shape
as Brimstead Wood.

Is that the source
of the Contamination

I think something must
have happened here.

Is it late?

It's late.

I'm not going in.

They can manage
without me for one day.

Feel free to hang
around the flat.

And do what?

I've got a PlayStation.

And pretty much every
TV channel on the planet.

Very ecological.

I never claimed
to be consistent.

I'll leave you the keys and
come back as soon as I can.

Shall I go to Borough Market
and get something delicious

and make you supper?

You can cook, too?

After a fashion.

You're on.

Hey.

Wait to be dismissed.

JAMES EMBLETON: Did you call in?

I'm texting them.

Then I'm going to turn my phone
off, and no one can argue.

I don't suppose
there's any word on when

I might get my building back?

You know the score.

DI Cherry controls
the crime scene.

But doesn't that
rather depend on there

being a crime to solve?

Yes, it's murder.

But they know it was that boy.

Can't say that for sure.

Leo found a suspicious
neck fracture.

And George Ryder had
promised information.

So his death may have been
convenient for someone.

What's your real problem
with the Brimstead Fields

development?

I told you--

legal issues.

Your legal issues
didn't seem to faze

the lawyers I put onto it.

But it's not just the
old TB hospital, is it?

It's Brimstead Farm, Brimstead
Fields, Brimstead Woods.

Are you going to tell
me the big secret

or do I have to wait for
Leo Dalton to dig it out?

Hmph.

Understand this, my
good name is my legacy.

And I've worked hard to
make it mean something.

One day, very soon, it'll
be all that's left of me.

And it will be in
your hands, son.

You'll be responsible
for how I'm remembered.

Understood.

Is it?

There'll be some
hard choices to make.

So, you still want
to know the truth?

I gather that you've
spoken to your father.

You can assume I'm up to speed.

I can see we have
issues to address.

Leo Dalton, he isn't
going to go away.

What are my options?

Just say the word,
and I'll deal with him.

Deal with him how?

You don't have
to know everything.

Don't worry.

It won't be too drastic.

See to it.

It smells wonderful.

DR. NIKKI ALEXANDER: Hold that
thought a little while longer.

Can I open my eyes yet?

Nope.

I think I'm
going to need that.

Tough day?

Not one I expect
to forget in a hurry.

Well, I spent mine
thinking about my priorities.

Me, too.

Really?

So what are yours?

As of right now,
a little less work--

Mm.

--a little more play--

hmm-- and the
occasional tequila.

I'm guessing chilli.

You can open your eyes.

Chilli.

You were burgled?

While I was sleeping, yeah.

Don't you have an alarm?

Of course I do,
after the last time.

But I don't set it
when I'm at home.

So how did they get in?

Kitchen window.

Didn't hear a thing.

Who was it, Catwoman?

You're lucky you
didn't wake up.

Things could've turned nasty.

Yeah, I know.

What's missing?

Well, they took a
couple of spare euros

and some science medals.

If they'd taken my keys,
they could have had my car.

Morning.

Leo's been burgled.

Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

They also took my father's
watch, which they can't sell,

because it's got his name
engraved on the back.

Take a day off and
see what you miss?

Hah.

How was your day?

Nice.

Nikki Alexander?

Nikki, it's me.

Oh, hi.

Is Professor
Dalton in his office?

No, but I know
he's in the building.

Why?

He's about to get a visit.

Can you stay out of it?

I don't understand.

It's a disciplinary thing.

I really--

Disciplinary,
what do you mean?

Sorry, Nikki, I really
shouldn't be talking to you.

Professor Dalton?

Jennifer, what
can I do for you?

It's not a friendly
visit, Professor.

Oh.

Do you recognise
these file numbers?

I remember the cases.

What about them?

They're all post-mortem
records that were sealed

by court order.

Yet, this morning, they
were found in a sports

bag on a rubbish skip.

Well, that's serious.

It is.

Well, they didn't
come from here.

No.

Apparently, they
came from your home.

What?

An engraved watch
and your science awards

were in the same bag.

But that's impossible.

They're sealed
records, accessible only

with the authority of a judge.

Can you explain to me
how they got there?

No.

How did they make
their way to you?

A member of the
public handed them in.

Well, that's very convenient.

Did this same member of the
public leave their name?

I've no idea.

The police saw the
documents were sensitive

and contacted the Home Office.

You didn't mention the files
when you reported the theft?

There were no
files at my house.

You never take your work home.

Not these.

Where is this going?

Suspended?

Yeah.

Pending further investigation.

I think we can guess
what that means.

But how did the files
even get into your house?

They were never at my house.

This whole thing is
some kind of a setup.

Everything they took
had my name on it.

Set up?

Leo?

What?

What, you think I'm making
something out of nothing?

Well, no, but why?

I don't know.

Perhaps you could ask James.

What do you mean?

Well, he's got a stake
in Brimstead Fields.

I get redacted
files from a fixer,

called David Loader, who's
attached to his department.

His fingerprints
are all over this.

Are you sure?

I'm really sorry.

Don't be.

Is this not evidence?

Striations don't match.

You don't think
they'd actually kill

to silence an old man, do you?

With David Loader and his dirty
tricks department on the job,

who knows?

Do something for me, will you?

Take another look
at George Ryder.

Yeah.

VOICEMAIL: You have
three new messages.

DR. NIKKI ALEXANDER
: James, it's Nikki.

Will you call me?

James, pick up.

Will you please call me?

Heavy metal in
the groundwater?

I'd never have known
what to look for.

It may have caused a local
blip in kidney disease,

but it's not what
killed your son.

It's more of a signpost.

Everything is pointing
towards this area.

That's Brimstead Wood.

Sometime in the '60s,
there was a major incident.

Whatever it was, it was big.

I'm seeing very faint nail
indentations and finger touch

pad contusions.

Why did no one
see this before?

Some marks don't appear
until 24 hours after death.

So Professor Dalton was right.

This wasn't just a shove in
the chest with a bad outcome.

Have you compared
the measurements

from Derren Blackburn's hands?

If this was a chin jab, then
the marks on the victim's face

need to match the dimensions
of the suspect's hand.

Derren Blackburn's
hand is too small.

He's not the killer.

Someone else was there.

I'm going to swab the
chin for contact DNA.

To the memory of Alan
Simcock, Ron Boorman,

Edward Teague, who
gave their lives

in the service of
this community,

in recognition of their
ultimate sacrifice,

12th of October, 1962.

Well, back then, you
could wipe the record clean,

wait till the gossip died.

Try hiding a disaster nowadays.

Do the local children
ever play in those words?

Peter would have
told me if he did.

Ha-ha.

If children told their
parents everything,

they'd die of fright.

There's nothing for October
the 12th but listen to this.

November 12, 1962, an employee
of Metrochemical Solutions

was rushed to the hospital
when his vehicle overturned

during an operation to clear
ash and debris in Brimstead

Wood, Buckinghamshire.

The clearance work, following
a controlled burning operation

by the Forestry Commission, is
due to continue for another six

weeks.

Controlled burning?

Yeah.

I had no idea.

DAVID LOADER: I see you're
getting up to speed.

I'm sorry?

It's always a struggle
the first couple of days.

David Loader.

Excuse me.

What do you do
for James Embleton?

Today, I seem to be
running his errands.

I'm returning the files.

Do put them somewhere safe.

How did they get out?

Professor Dalton
broke the rules

and took them home, of course.

Why would he do that?

I wouldn't know.

Nice to meet you, David.

Should I take it off?

No.

Keep it on.

If it beeps, get your
mask on as fast as possible.

If you get radioactive
dust in your lungs,

it's impossible to get it out.

It'll kill you, eventually.

What are we looking for?

Some kind of a hot spot,
some zone of contamination.

I can't see anything yet.

Heel of hand to tip
of middle finger, 182.

So you reckon it was some
kind of radiation accident

that never got cleaned up?

Yeah.

Easier to stick up a fence and
a few signs and keep it quiet.

And if a few healthy
kids die, so be it.

Let's have them do it
for no obvious reason.

We know from the
measurements that Clarissa

lifted from the glove, that
my hand and David Loader's are

near enough the
same size, right?

So the force was applied
here, and the neck

broke in one swift jab.

Yeah, well that just
shows that he could

have done it, not that he did.

Yeah, but we have contact
DNA from the body and a sample

from David Loader.

Clarissa's checking
for a match now.

Anything?

Something, but not much.

Tom!

You OK?

I'm all right!

I'm OK!

Get your mask on!

Quick!

Tom!

What are you doing?

Get your mask on!

Now!

Look at this.

There's been kids down here.

There's beer bottles, a fire.

This is a warhead cradle.

This train was carrying
a nuclear warhead.

We've got to get out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Tom, come on!

As if a-- a train fire in
a tunnel wasn't bad enough,

with a nuclear weapon on
board, that's a disaster.

Did they not know?

I mean, they must have known.

Of course the knew.

And they knew the scale of it.

That's why they didn't
own up or clean up.

And their answer was to--

was to bulldoze
topsoil into a tunnel,

cover it over, put a fence
around a hill, and then,

hey, presto, railway disappears.

And whoever made that
decision probably died

safe in their own
bed 20 years ago.

I've cleared out his room.

I don't believe in shrines.

If there's plutonium
on Peter's clothes,

we'll know he'd
been in the tunnel.

Eh, the clothes are in,
uh-- are in the bags.

Not so much use
if they're clean.

What about his shoes?

They're in one of the boxes.

There was drink and
drugs, all sorts up there.

Hard to imagine Peter
being part of that.

That's one of the
hardest things for a parent

to give their child, isn't it?

What?

Freedom.

TEEN VIDEOGRAPHER:
Are you rolling?

It's no good.

I can see the faces.

Keep-- keep going, I'll
pixelate it out for online.

What are the doing?

It's called urban exploring.

TEEN VIDEOGRAPHER: Mate,
you look beautiful.

That's Peter.

PETER HANCOCK: Look, someone's
been down here before.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON: Do you
know any of the other kids?

All of them.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON:
We need to find

them, get them checked out.

All right, lads, get in.

Get in here.

Raah.

Great.

When the weapon
burned, it released

it's plutonium and uranium.

And the uranium salts washed
down into the groundwater.

The dust in the tunnel
is plutonium oxide.

Now Metrochemical was Sir
William Embleton's waste

management company.

And they were brought in for
the so-called cleanup operation.

Is he still alive?

He is, yeah.

His name is on a
wing of the hospital

in which your son died.

What we do now?

I'll call the Health
Protection Agency.

They've got emergency powers
under the Civil Contingencies

Act.

OK.

Could you give me a second?

Tom?

Tom!

Tom?

TOM HANCOCK: I'm sorry, Leo.

Ahh.

Dr. Alexander, your visitor.

Nikki, I know it's too late.

You got my messages?

I got them all.

What was George Ryder
going to tell Leo?

In 1962, there was
a fire on a train

carrying a nuclear warhead.

It was hushed up.

No one wanted to admit
what the dangers might be,

so they filled in the tunnel
and pretended it never happened.

The government sold the land
to my father for a pound.

They'd be rid of
the responsibility,

and he could clean it
up and make a profit.

But there was never
going to be any profit.

So he put up a fence
and forgot about it.

The land was a
write-off, always will be.

You-- you don't want
to be on it or near it.

And no government ever
wants to deal with it.

And you were going
to build on it?

How long have you
known about this?

When we were together?

When we were having
dinner in your flat?

When we were in bed,
did you know then?

No, not then.

My father didn't
tell me any of it.

I swear I knew nothing
about it until he told me

a few days ago.

Who gave the order
to discredit Leo?

Me.

And I'm sorry.

Tell me you didn't
have George Ryder killed.

Should I have to?

David Loader works for you.

And the evidence
will convict him.

You can't think
I'm part of that.

You are a part of it, James.

One way or another, you are!

If I ever meant
anything to you, you'll

put right what you
did to Leo, now.

Pah.

Eh?

Eh.

Who are you?

Came here to say
thanks for the legacy.

How did you get in here?

I have overalls, a badge,
a four-by-four with my name

on it.

I can pretty much get
into anywhere I want.

You won't need
your panic button.

If you think you're
scaring me, think again.

What do you want?

People told me my boy's
illness was just bad luck.

And I couldn't live with that.

So I started looking for
any mad explanation--

power lines outside his bedroom,
junk food, his mobile phone.

See, my wife, Stella, with
her prayers and her miracle

diets, she was just
doing the same thing.

I can see that now.

But all along, ha, it was this.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Dust from the tunnel
under Brimstead Wood.

God knows how many
kids have been

exposed to this in their
camp-outs, parties, picnics

under the stars.

Professor Dalton showed
me how my boy died.

But I want you to tell me why.

Come on, as one father to
another, will you tell me?

One father to another, hmm?

All right.

Your fault.

My fault?

Yes!

For not teaching your
son to stay out of

places where he
wasn't supposed to be!

Hah.

That's your answer?

That's all you're
getting from me.

Do your worst.

OK.

Tom Hancock says
he kidnapped you.

Eh, I said no police.

I'm DI Cherry.

This is Leo Dalton.

Oh, the problem professor.

What do you want?

I know about the
tunnel fire in '62.

I'm not talking to you.

There is a hazmat
team out there

on its way to securing the area.

They need information
to work with.

And right now, all they've got
is a teenager's YouTube video.

Any information that you can
give us is going to help.

Or what?

You'll send in the
angry plumber again?

He had his chance.

He bottled it.

I said to him, do your worst.

And he just said, OK.

Hmph.

Just that?

Yeah.

Well, that's all he said?

Tell David Loader
I want to seem him.

He's on his way down.

Your father is trying
to get hold of you.

He says it's urgent.

Not now.

Shut the door.

The builder's son didn't
kill the old man, did he?

What are they saying?

Don't play games
with me, David.

What did you do?

I didn't intend him any harm.

It got out of hand.

For god's sake, David, are
you completely out of control?

Yes.

That's how it works.

I'm the rogue employee you get
to blame if it ever goes wrong.

It's gone wrong.

I thought you and that Nikki
woman had an understanding.

She understands me better
than I understood her.

You might want to
call your solicitor.

They know you
killed George Ryder.

The police are
probably on their way.

There's a protocol
for times like this.

Waiting around for the
police isn't part of it.

I have to go.

No!

Stay out, Kristen.

Don't come in.

I really have to go.

Wait.

David, seriously,
don't open the door.

Right, everybody out
of the building, now.

Get out!

Now!

FEMALE REPORTER :
Anti-terrorist and bomb squad

officers were called
to the central London

office of Lord James Embleton,
the Minister of Science,

earlier today.

Several government
buildings in Westminster

were evacuated after a so
far unidentified chemical

was released into the private
office of Lord Embleton.

He and a male colleague,
thought to be an advisor,

have been rushed to hospital.

Both men are said to be
in a critical condition.

Scotland Yard refused to give
any information regarding

the nature of the chemical.

But a source close
to police said

they believed the attack was
targeted at the Minister.

James Embleton, son of Sir
William Embleton, owner

of Metrochemicals, was a
rising star in the government

and tipped for a cabinet
position in the near future.