All language subtitles for Trigger.Point.2022.S01E06.YouthTrendx

BEEPING
Come on!

We have eyewitness reports
of John Hudson fleeing the scene.

It is imperative that we locate
and detain him as soon as possible.

I'm pretty sure my luck
is about to run out.

Tell you what, mate, she's used up
so many of her nine lives,

she's started nicking mine.

What do you think that is?
Stay back.

Have you got my snips, mate?

Lana, please, don't go.
You've gotta trust me.

My job is to keep people safe
and I haven't been able to.

So is that what we are, then? Mates?

I was with someone else.

Does that mean it's over between us?
I don't know.

I double checked with
Porton Down about the HMX we found.

There's nothing there.
Just "661142".

That was all that was in the file.
It's been wiped clean.

Get a hold of the Labour candidate

and their security.
Tell them we're on our way.

It's the Progressive Alliance
campaign headquarters.

Miss Campbell-Khan?
What's going on?

We've had intelligence
of a potential attack.

There's an open gas cover
under the boot.

They want this car moved.
This is a set-up.

We need to immediately evacuate
the area.

When the car is lifted
onto the ramp, it sets off a charge.

In this case,
it's one that fires a projectile.

It's strong enough
to go straight through the boot

and into the gas pipes. I need
to get into all of these buildings

and we need to check
all the gas meters.

Shit. He's set up a gas explosion
in every building on the street.

I need EXPO support now.

This way, sir.
Can you come this way?

We'll get you back in your home
as soon as possible.

We need to remove your gas meter
for safety.

We need to work faster.
They're on to you.

All residents
are leaving their properties.

Ma'am.
Ma'am.

Sitrep? Er, we've evacuated
everyone within a two-mile radius.

Lana and her team
are dealing with each device now.

Sending in the robot to perform
a controlled explosion on the car.

Campbell-Khan?
Moved to a secure location.

So these devices would have
taken out the entire neighbourhood,

all by us
moving an illegally-parked car.

Ma'am.

Footage from the video doorbell
of campaign HQ.

Progressive Alliance staff

said they saw him
working all the way up the street.

Positive ID on John Hudson?

He wore a mask the entire time
to avoid recognition.

Even when he went inside
to change the gas meters?

He told them it was council
regulations on entering property.

RADIO: 'Central One Four,
the evacuation is complete, over.'

ROBOT RATTLES

Nice and steady. There.

Right, that's all
the gas meters removed.

Good. We're almost ready.

Central Eight Five,
this is EXPO Two.

Buildings are clear.
We're just gonna neutralise the EFP.

Right, I'll be at the van.

Nice and slow.

BEEPING

Stand by.

Firing.

Great work.

This is EXPO Two.

All devices neutralised.
Site secure.

'Central One Five, received.'

Think we've earned a drink, boss.
No?

Yeah. Think you're right.

HE SIGHS
I'm knackered.

Great work, Hass.

You know...

..me and John, we served together,
but we never became mates.

You'd think after going through
all that shit,

there'd be a bond, you know?

Look at you and Nut.
You were practically family, right?

Yeah. John never made me
feel part of the team.

Always making a snide comment
about Muslims.

IMITATES JOHN:
"Oh, it's just banter.

"It's just banter, Hass."

Should have kicked
his racist arse then.

Hass, I'm so sorry.
It must have been awful, mate.

It's life, innit?

Face this shit all around us.

Don't know why people just
don't open their eyes, you know?

Yeah, you're right.

I wished I'd have seen it, too.

Wished I could have said
the same to Billy.

Put him straight.

Yeah, you would have.

That was a horrible,
horrible set-up with the meters.

I really don't know
if I would have worked that out.

Nut would have been proud of you.

We all are.

Come here, soppy git.

SHE LAUGHS

Lana, I wanted to say
how helpful you've been.

Your instincts about this case
have been right from the beginning.

You seem to have an understanding
of John's process, his methodology.

I'd like you to work with us.
See if we can predict his next move.

Yeah, anything I can do to help,
Ma'am.

Thank you.

OK, everyone.

I wanna look at the pattern
of the previous Crusader attacks.

Now,
I know we're all working flat out,

but I wanna remind you
that we are running out of time,

before the Commander goes public
with John Hudson

as our number one suspect.

Lana, any initial thoughts?

Er, well, the device at the HQ
was very sophisticated.

I had to piece together all of
the elements to see the final goal.

He relied again
on yet more trickery,

just like we saw at Westhaven
with the secondary light switch,

Amburiq Mosque
with the tilt switch in the bag,

and the pressure plate
under Billy's car seat.

The strategy is hard to predict,

but he does appear
to be leaving a trail.

"1912".
Me and Nut saw this at Westhaven.

We've also investigated that
as a date.

We can't see any significance
to 1912 for the far-right.

If you look at the pattern,

the last two attacks have been
directly related to the by-election,

the radio debate and the
Progressive Alliance headquarters.

But neither was successful.
Yeah, we messed up his master plan.

I mean, the gas bomb,
that must have took some planning.

Gaining access
to each individual house,

prepping the charge for the car.
I know his mindset.

He's gonna be more determined now
than ever.

John's gonna want to try
and outwit us.

And he's gonna strike again,
soon and probably bigger than ever.

It's gonna be
the by-election count tomorrow.

Yeah, the election results.
I think that sounds right.

OK. Let's send a team
down to Deptford Assembly Halls

to sweep ahead of time.
Let's step up security.

Cancel any leave.
I want people on the ground.

TEXT ALERT
OK. Thanks, everyone.

Thank you.

It's John. He's texted.
His phone's back online?

He's saying we need to talk.

OK, let's get the Security Service

to put a geolocation trace
on Hudson's phone now.

Ma'am, what do you want me to do?
Reply?

Yes. Ask him where he is.
Try to keep him online.

We have an urgent trace, 5-8-7.
I'm sending it to you now.

Call him.

OK, confirmation
phone is back online...

RINGING TONE
OK, patching through the location.

'You've reached John Hudson.
Please leave a message.' Nothing.

I'll text him again.

Right, we need that location.
Get on with that, please.

Hang on, he's responding.

He's just sent a number through.

66 11 42.

Let's run that number,
see what comes out. OK, yeah.

Yeah,
I've heard of that number before.

66 11 42 is the number
from a redacted HMX file.

Sonya called in a favour
from a mate at Porton Down.

Nothing is coming up.

We need that file, Lana.

Yeah, I'll get it.

OK, Ma'am, here we go. We've got him
located outside MOD Steepholm.

What the hell is that?

OK, I'm just getting it.

It's a military ordinance facility
associated with Porton Down.

Looks like a dark site.
Christ, what's he up to?

Screenshot those texts.
Yeah.

Let's move.

SIRENS BLARE

Well, I've never heard
of this place. Neither have I.

Is this the only means of entrance?
Yes, sir.

DI Youngblood, DI Desai, SO15.

Inspector Paul Kirby, Thames Valley.

My team are searching
the entire perimeter.

We're attempting to locate a suspect

and we have evidence
that he might be on the premises.

This is a highly secure MOD base.
We've had no reports of any breach.

You'll have to wait
for the duty officer...

That's unacceptable. We need
to carry out a search urgently.

He will be with you momentarily.
You're wasting my time.

I'm Major Shalfleet. I'm in charge
of security for the base.

Look, I appreciate the urgency,
but it is virtually impossible

for anyone without clearance
to get inside.

Our suspect has military experience.

He might have used that
to gain access.

What might he be looking for here?

I'm afraid
that's classified information.

Listen, we believe our suspect
is behind the London bomb attacks.

OK? We're dealing
with a time-sensitive situation.

MOD Steepholm is a storage facility
for high-grade military explosives.

You are, of course, free to search
the perimeter of the base

for your suspect,
but any search of the base itself

will have to be undertaken
by the military police.

In that case, I'll need a list
of everything stored here.

We can't take the chance
anything has gone missing.

Everything inside this building
is kept under strict conditions

and at the highest possible
MOD security classification.

Your application for
a search warrant has been received.

As yet, no official approval
has been given by the MOD.

Corporal.
Sir.

Right. So, John must have
a reason to be here.

Have we found out any more
about the numbers that he texted?

We've cross-checked
with Security Service,

but 66 11 42
doesn't mean anything to them.

Whatever he's planning,
we're still in the dark.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hey.
Hey.

What time is it?
Er, late.

Early. I don't know,
I haven't been to bed.

Can I come in?
Yeah.

We need to have a serious chat
about your caffeine intake.

Yeah, I know.

Look, Sonya,
I'm so sorry for waking you,

but I got this text off John Hudson
with this number on.

66 11 42.
Yeah.

Same number we found
on the deleted HMX file. Uh-huh.

Look, I'm sorry, Sonya,
but I had to tell SO15

that we used back channels
to get it.

Wash...
I know, but it'll be fine.

They've got more than enough
on their plate.

I'm telling you,
John is sending us signals.

We traced his phone
to MOD Steepholm.

It's a storage facility
for high-grade military explosives.

Wouldn't tell us what they stored,
but my guess is some of it is HMX.

Well, it makes sense.
The security is so tight there,

I don't know how John
could have nicked HMX from there.

But now SO15 know that we used
back channels, I'm thinking...

You want me to dig out
my Porton Down contact

and see if he can help.
Yeah.

I'll look into it.
Thank you.

Unless Steepholm itself is a lead?

Yeah, maybe.

66 11 42. Is it a code?
I don't know.

It's gotta be important.
Why text it to me otherwise?

I'll look into that as well.
Cheers. Thanks, Sonya.

Mate, are you all right?

I don't know.

I just can't believe
everything that's happening to me.

I've not even grieved...

..for Billy or Nut.

I just keep working
because I've got to make this stop.

I was thinking the other day,

I don't remember ever telling either
of them how much they meant to me.

Don't do that. They knew.
Billy knew.

Nutkins knew.
I never told them.

We never had
them kind of conversations.

Don't have to, it was obvious.
Picking Billy up

when he was too drunk
to get himself home, that's love.

Putting up with Joel's dodgy music
in the van, that was love, too.

Yeah, that's true.
Mm.

Opening the door to your mate
at three o'clock in the morning

when you're working double shifts,
that's love.

I am sorry.

Mate, kip on the sofa.

You doing a full English, then?
You wish.

RADIO: 'All units from control,
active message.

'The count's about to commence.'

'Central Seven Four, received.
Security teams have been briefed.'

OK, there's been no planned works
here in the past week.

Spoke to the election supervisors,
nothing's scheduled either.

He won't try the same trick twice.

We've checked
and double-checked the interior.

The PolSA team have checked
the exterior.

Just got a feeling
we're missing something.

Look, there's a coffee shop
across the road,

if you want me to get you anything.

No, I'm good, ta.
OK.

PHONE RINGS
I'll just get this...

Yeah.

Hey. Have you found something?

SONYA:
'My contact looked into Steepholm.

'HMX-319 was distributed from there.
Your hunch was right.'

The last occasion was July, 2009,
an operation codenamed Dynamo.

'Dynamo?'

Still nothing on those numbers.
I'll keep digging.

It's sparked something,
but I can't put my finger on it.

We now know the HMX-319 used by
the bomber in many of the attacks

was last sent from MOD Steepholm

for an operation called Dynamo.

It's been a difficult job
finding anything on Dynamo.

For obvious reasons,
military codenames

aren't released to the public.

However, there was something

that happened in Kandahar
in July, 2009...

..a road traffic accident
outside a village in Khakjab

in which
seven Allied soldiers were killed.

Christ, I remember that happening.

Well, official records show
that all the passengers

were reported killed in the crash.

However,
the families of the soldiers

believe they were
actually killed in an explosion.

This is the best fit we have
for Dynamo,

an accident
involving probable explosives.

Was John Hudson involved?

There are some sections redacted

from Hudson's military file
that we've enquired about.

Samira's now following up
with the MOD to get clearance.

What were they doing driving
near Khakjab? Was it a supply truck?

That's what
we're trying to find out.

As are the victims' families,

who've been demanding answers
for over ten years.

In 2019,
their request for the government

to release the files was denied

by the Defence Select Committee
in a closed-door hearing.

Classic cover-up.

And the chair of the committee
back then was Ayesha Campbell-Khan.

Which suggests to us
that John Hudson

was doing more than just targeting
the Progressive Alliance.

Yeah,
he's after Ayesha Campbell-Khan.

He thinks it's a cover-up.
That's right.

I've passed this information
on to the Commissioner

and the Home Office.

It'll be up to them to decide
if the by-election announcement

takes place
behind closed doors or online.

For now, we'll increase
security on the ground

and around Ayesha Campbell-Khan.
OK, everyone.

Deploy two men to the roof,
give us overwatch.

I'm on it.

RADIO: 'All units,
check of assembly hall is complete.

'All levels secure.

'Prepare for arrivals
to election count at Gate B.'

The word's come down from above

that the announcement
of the by-election results

must go ahead,
or "terror is winning".

Oh, for Christ's sake.
PHONE RINGS

Ma'am.
'Any sign?' No, nothing.

We've given Campbell-Khan the Osman
warning and reviewed her security.

'All right, let me know.'
Yeah. OK, I'll call you back.

Lana.
Sir. Lana.

I'm sorry, you can't come through.
I'm just...

Just give me a sec.
All right, course.

All right?

Karl.
You didn't reply to my messages.

How did you know I'd be here?

Where else
would an EXPO be right now?

SHE SIGHS

I was nearby
and I wanted to talk to you.

Got you a brew.

Look, I know you're busy
and not in a good headspace, but...

I don't want to give up on this.

I want to be with you.
I wanna help you.

Yeah, Karl, I'm not in a good place.

I've just lost my brother,
for fuck's sake.

It's been chaos since we met,
and I...

..I do care about you, but I just
don't think I'm in the same...

place, and...

..I'm sorry.
Give me a chance, then. Please.

I just don't think
we should see each other any more.

Really? Just like that.

We've got something, Lana,
you've gotta see that.

I've gotta go to work.
Lana, wait. Sorry. Just a minute.

Let's go.
What was that about?

Just a mate.
Let's go and check round the back.

Lana, the team
have already been around here.

They've double checked everything.

MANHOLE COVER SQUEAKS

Yeah, I know, but John's got a plan
and I'm not missing a trick.

This place is like Fort Knox. It's
impossible to get anyone in or out.

I know. It's been a long day.
It's been a long few weeks.

I actually can't believe
everything that's happened.

Yeah, you and me both. I'm sorry,
I didn't mean it like that.

I know, I know.
You know what?

TEXT ALERT
Who wants a quiet life anyway?

SHE LAUGHS

Shit.

Thom!

Had another message from John.
Let me see.

Hudson's phone is online.
I need geolocation now.

Endgame.
What? What does that mean?

He's playing with us.

Christ. Does anyone have eyes
on Ayesha Campbell-Khan?

Central Eight Five,
sitrep on Ayesha?

RADIO: 'Central Three Eight,
no change. All under control.'

Central Eight Five, received.
Thank you.

Soldier's Chapel, St Jude's.

Yeah. Scramble Blue Team and
an EXPO crew. I'll meet them there.

He's a mile away,
an old military chapel. Right.

Yeah, all right, let's go.
No.

This could be another diversion.
We need to be careful.

It may be a trick
to get us away from here.

I'll take Blue Team to check.
We'll go to the Soldier's Chapel.

You stay near Ayesha Campbell-Khan,
for the announcement. OK?

I'll brief Hamilton on CTO.
Yeah.

Now what?
Sit tight.

Sitrep?

Sir, John Hudson's phone
has been geolocated

to St Jude's Soldier's Chapel.

Firearms just gave an update.

DI Desai on bodycam
will be coming in on a live feed.

Good work. Let's get him.

RADIO: 'Central One Five,
this is Central Seven Four.

'Blue Team are entering
the building.

RADIO: 'Clear. We're clear.

'Bravo Three Nine to CTR.'

No obs on John Hudson.

RADIO: 'Central One Five received.'

RADIO: 'All units from control,

'active message,
by-election results imminent.'

If the candidates would like
to make their way onto the stage.

I, Malcolm Fernshaw,
returning officer

for the Deptford South constituency,

declare that the total number
of votes

given to each candidate
was as follows...

Bravo Three Nine,

we have eyes on suspect.
It's John Hudson.

EXPO on me now. I need EMT.

Suspected overdose.

Ayesha Campbell-Khan, Labour Party,

the Progressive Alliance...

..17,454.
CHEERING

Roger Gordon, Conservative,

8,430.

Agatha Jack, English Flag,

3,361.

Sam?
'Thom,

'I'm at the chapel.
We've found him.'

RADIO: 'EMT is five minutes away.
Reporting to DI Desai.'

Torch.

Man. Fuck.

Got a pulse.

OK. All right.
'I'll keep you updated, Thom.'

No, yeah, thanks.

Therefore I give public notice

that Ayesha Campbell-Khan
is duly elected

as the Member of Parliament
for the Deptford South constituency.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Sam's got him. She's got John.
He's not in a good way.

Looks like an overdose.
Oh, my God.

JEERING

St Jude's Chapel is where they held
the memorial service

for all the soldiers killed
in the RTA in Khakjab.

Right, well, that place obviously
means summat to him. Yeah.

What's he trying to tell us, then?
Did he leave a note?

We didn't find one.
Sorry, sorry. Wait here.

OK.

Wow. We did it.

Thank you, everyone. Thank you.

It's a privilege
to have been elected as your MP.

I am honoured to have represented

this alliance
of like-minded parties,

and I thank my colleagues
in the Lib Dems and the Greens

for supporting my candidacy.

Thanks, Hillary. Thanks, Yolanda.

This shows the value of solidarity.

I will be your voice in Parliament.

I will tell them how we feel,

tell them we are not going
to be ignored any longer.

PHONE RINGS

SONYA DROWNED OUT
BY CHEERING

Say again, Sonya?

The numbers that John texted us
from Steepholm,

66 11 42. Dynamo.

I wrote them down,

the number next to the name.
And then I saw it.

When you put them
next to each other, 11 is "Na".

You're not making any sense.
Slow down.

AYESHA: We are all Londoners.

Wash, it's the periodic table
of elements.

It's the atomic numbers.

So, 11 is sodium,
and the symbol is...

'Na.'

Exactly. So once I had that,
I went back and checked the rest.

66 is dysprosium, "Dy".

42, molybdenum, "Mo". Dy-Na-Mo.
That's how the code works.

I will keep the promises I made...

1912 is Code, too.

'19, 12. 1912.

'That's potassium and magnesium.

'Potassium is...'

"K. Mg."

'Does that mean anything to you?'

..to separate truth from lies.

Together,
there is nothing we can't achieve.

Karl Maguire.
'Who's that?

'Wash?'

I've gotta go.

We can make a difference...

Oh, my God.
..if we work together!

Mind if I have a word?

For a secure building,
it was surprisingly easy

to hide something in here.

SCREAMING

HE WHISTLES

Listen up!

Close the doors.
Close the doors now.

This is not a time for heroes.

Hotel Quebec Four Six.

We have an IED situation
at Assembly Halls.

KARL: Close the doors now!

Central Eight Five received.
Central Eight Five,

we have a critical ongoing situation
at Deptford Assembly Halls.

Possible IED.

Trojan One, we're entering
the building. Green Team on me.

Armed police! Armed police!
Just stay calm. Try to stay clam.

See this?
It's called a dead man's switch.

All I have to do
is let go of my hand

and boom, we're all dead.

OK? I need the police
to turn off your radios, and...

We need their direct feed.

They've pulled the transmission.
I'll make the call.

Can you talk me
through the tactical options?

Trojan One, in position,
east staircase.

'Trojan Two Four. The suspect has
his thumb on a DMS. Do not engage.

'Back.'

Trojan One, received.

'Central One Five,
await further instruction.

'We have EXPO Two, Lana Washington,
inside the hall with the suspect.'

Hello, Ayesha.

Come here. Come here.

Come on.
Come down here for the cameras.

Come on!

You covered up the murders of
British soldiers in Khakjab in 2009.

You were chair
of the Defence Select Committee

that closed down the enquiry.

And now you're out here in front
of these people talking about

the importance of truth,
as if you have any idea

what the fuck that means.
I didn't close down the enquiry.

We issued a report.

Yeah, a report a full of lies.
It was a blatant cover-up.

It was not a cover-up.

I cared about every British soldier
that serves overseas.

Oh, you care about soldiers, do you?

What about soldier VN-39?
Did you care about him?

Does that ring any bells? That's
what you called me in your report.

You wouldn't even let anyone know
my real name. Come on, come with me.

It's time the world heard the truth.

Down here.
Come on, here's the camera.

OK, the network's ready.

Patching the direct feed in now.
'Over here, mate.'

In July, 2009,

I was part of a convoy
sent to supply

a Special Forces
forward operating base

in Afghanistan
with chemical explosives.

The whole operation
was codenamed Dynamo.

Despite the importance
of our mission and our cargo,

we were lightly defended,
undermanned and underequipped.

Usual story.

We hit a roadside IED
outside a village called Khakjab.

It was an ambush.

Then an RPG hit the truck
containing the HMX

and that went up and took out
a school we were passing.

We were being attacked,
and then villagers

came out from everywhere, angry.

Yeah. Furious.
And they tore into us as well.

We tried to fight back,
but there was too many of them.

You know what I did?

I ran.

Yeah, that's right,
I fucking ran for my life

and left those boys behind.

The soldiers killed were covered up
as non-combat deaths due to an RTA.

That was the line. Yeah?
An accident.

You wouldn't even tell
the families what really happened.

We had to maintain a public faith
in our mission overseas.

When I turned up half dead
at the forward operating base,

they stuck me in a hospital wing
for three months,

while they figured out
how to make it go away.

But I wasn't gonna let it lie.

Those boys deserve more than that.

I threatened to go public, so
they set up a secret kangaroo court

and court-martialled me for
deserting my post, for cowardice.

They kicked me out.

Threatened me with
the Official Secrets Act.

Said I'd be jailed for life
if I talked. No pension, no voice.

We had national security
considerations.

As a soldier,
you should recognise that.

You shut us down! Yeah?

Pretended people like us
don't matter. Yeah?

Well, we did then, and we do now,
and the world needs to know.

I didn't want you to be here, Lana.

Set it up so you'd go
looking for John at the chapel.

So, go. Go, please. Go, please.

I'm an EXPO. I can't.

So, you're gonna have to kill me,
too.

'Trojan Two to Trojan One.

'We need to identify
concealed sniper locations.'

We might be able
to get a clear line of sight

through the gallery door window,
and either side of the foyer.

'Central One Five to Trojan One.

'Positions confirmed,

'but hold while we assess
if Washington can negotiate.'

Trojan One, received. Costa.
Sir.

Deploy to the elevated level,
through the gallery door window.

Brown, take Jones
and secure firing positions

through the foyer level. Go.

Sir.

Ma'am, we've got CCTV of him
inside the building.

It looks like he retrieved the IED
AFTER clearing security.

OK, then we have to assume
it's real and active.

KARL:
'I don't wanna hurt you, Lana.'

Then don't. This isn't you.

This isn't me?

You know,
I don't even know who I am any more.

I tried using the official channels.
Yeah? I contacted the families.

We worked so hard
trying to get an enquiry.

Do you know how many years
me and those families spent

fighting for that one day?
One day in court.

You wouldn't even let us have that.
It wasn't up to me.

I didn't choose who gave evidence
in front of my committee.

You're a fucking liar!
You shut us down!

You don't need to do this.

Listen, I could talk to
the committee... No more talking.

This is it, OK?

'Trojan Five Seven in position.

'We have eyes on the suspect.'

Karl, you can get justice.

Just, not like this.

You'll just be seen
as another nutter.

It's not justice, Wash.

This is revenge.

See, I was running a rehabilitation
group in South London.

Nic Roberts? Frank Welsh?
Yeah, you know them.

They used to come.
Right.

And they were
so full of rage and anger.

So I tapped into that.

I became their leader.
I needed boots on the ground

and I couldn't take the risk
of being caught before I was ready.

So everyone's expendable,
even your mates.

HE SCOFFS
They weren't my mates.

They were racist fucking idiots
and they deserved to die,

but I did give them a purpose, Lana.
Yeah?

They wanted a culture war,
so I gave 'em one.

And maybe their war
and my war were different,

but we all wanted the same thing,
chaos and destruction and terror.

People would finally
start paying attention to us.

Yeah, no, I know. Saw your sign.

You put "1912"
on the wall at Westhaven.

You were trying
to give us a message.

I needed people
to know what happened to me.

They had to start paying attention,
to uncover the truth,

to get me here now.

So, er...

What about... What about Billy?

He, he was, he was a loose cannon.
He was a liability.

He was making you unhappy.

I did it for you.
He was making you unhappy.

He caused you nothing but grief.
You said that!

No, that is not fair.
He was my brother.

Yeah, and I couldn't take
the chance of him

leading you to me
through the Crusaders.

Get back! Move back
against those windows now.

You, move.

SCO19, get back. I can see you.

Right, so, Karl, come on.
What about us?

Were you using me?

No. No, I wasn't using you.
Was it all bullshit?

Do you know what?
I meant every word I said to you.

Every fucking word I meant.

Turn that off. Turn it off now!

He's getting more agitated.
We may need to act soon

to see if we can
minimise casualties.

Central One Five
to Trojan Five Four.

Do you still have visual
from the gallery?

Trojan Five Four.
I still have visual here.

I want ground team on standby.
Prepare for dynamic entry.

Trojan One from Trojan Two Four.
Stand by.

'Critical shot may soon be required.

'Hold position.

'Prepare for dynamic entry.'

Trojan One, ready to engage.

'Central One Five
to Trojan Five Four.

'Let's get a signal to Lana.

'Critical shot is imminent.'
Trojan Five Four, received.

I started this journey
thinking it was a one-way trip.

You, you made me believe
there could be a future.

I thought you understood.
Thought that we were the same,

trying to get our lives
back together, bit by bit.

We both carry the guilt of trying
to protect people and failing.

Karl, look at me. Listen to me.

Trojan Five Four,
critical shot is ready.

It's not Ayesha that pays. It's
the innocent people that have paid.

It's the kids that have paid.
It's PC Randall, Ali Hussein,

it's... fucking Nut.

If she dies, they're still gonna
cover it up. You know what?

I've run out of options, Lana.
No, you haven't.

The dangerous thing about hope
is that once it's gone,

there's fucking nothing left.

You've still got hope.
I haven't. You have got hope.

You've gotta listen to me.
You have got hope. No. No, Lana.

Don't you dare.
I haven't got anything. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Lana.
Karl, please.

GUNSHOT,
SCREAMING

Armed police! Armed police!

EXPO!
MUFFLED COMMAND

Everybody out.
Wash, what happened?

You need to move back. Back!

I just need you to hold on, OK?

Nearly there.

Just keep holding, OK?

Nearly.

We're done.

OK, we're good.

Wash?

Lana.

Wash.

You can let go.

It's over.

It's done.

SIREN BLARES

SHE EXHALES SOFTLY

Morning.
Hey.

Morning. What time are you in?

Er, 10:30, I think they said.

These preliminary enquiries
can go on for quite a while.

How are you doing?

Yeah, I'm OK.

Getting some support.
Talking helps.

It does.

You should know, we found
Karl Maguire's fingerprints

on John Hudson's mobile device.

We believe that this is evidence
that HE was sending you the texts.

Yeah, and that he manipulated John
into calling a number

that triggered the device
at the university.

Maguire framed him.

What about the suicide attempt?

Set-up. No drugs or alcohol
in his system.

He was knocked out.

I'd better go in. Thom.

Ma'am.

Sam, you're up.

Take care of yourself, OK?

You, too.

Sonya's inside, trying to explain
what a twisted stranded wire is.

Ah, right.

And John Hudson is up and awake now.

He said he was using the A-Z
as a way to track the bomber.

Wanted to prove he should have
been made senior, not you.

His story checks out.

Er, King's Head pub
round the corner.

I'm probably gonna go and sit
in there and have a drink, or ten.

THEY CHUCKLE

Yeah, I might see you in a bit.

OK. Good.

Er, good luck.
Thanks.

Hey.
What are you still doing here?

Well, that's no way to speak
to someone

who brought you coffee
and a doughnut.

Thanks, Sonya.

Oh, half a doughnut.

Well, I have been here a while.

How you doing?
Can't imagine how you're feeling.

Of all the people to trust
it was...

After Nut died...

..I was lost,
and that's where I ended up.

I thought me and Karl had something
in common, same experiences.

He did a number on you, on everyone.
There's no shame in it.

Thank you.
What for?

Answering the door at 3am.

Having my back.

Well, any time, you know that. Hey.

So what now?

Pub?
Plan.

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