All language subtitles for Trigger.Point.S02E04.WEB

Last night,
a bomb delivered by drone

destroyed a transformer
at the Isle of Dogs power station.

What? Argh!

Thom was an outstanding officer,
liked by all.

How you doing, all right?
Yeah. You OK?

'Me? Yeah, I'm fine.'

This morning, a digital timer
was sent to a journalist.

It's set to count down to 7pm.

Why do you think that is?

Right, we have a possible target.
EXPO 2. We've got an IED.

I'm not one of them, not part of it.
I'm a tech guy.

We need to know what's planned next.

They wanna sweep away
the whole corrupt system.

They love playing games.

What exactly are you saying?

That there has to be another bomb.
Oliver Jenkins.

He's special advisor
to Cabinet Minister Matthew Palfrey.

Move!

Move!

This latest attack was a meeting
in a government building.

Cabinet Minister
Matthew Palfrey was killed,

along with two civil servants.

Another two in the room
were critically injured.

What do we know about the bomb?

Well, the device was in a laptop

belonging to Ollie Jenkins,
one of the dead.

We'll know more
with chemical confirmation.

Could it be a suicide attack?
Er, that's unlikely.

Jenkins was ambitious, successful.

Politically,
he held no radical opinions.

The device could have been inserted

into his laptop
without his knowledge.

Right.

DS Morgan.

Sir? Alex is on the line.

Everyone, quiet!

Quiet! Put him on speaker.

'There's gonna be another attack.
Today.

'They've asked me to set up cameras
so they can film it.

'I think it's another drone attack.'

Drone attack?

'Multiple IEDs.'
How many?

'Twelve.'

It's Alex.

It looks like he's sent a link

to an untraceable
messaging service.

Saying he can't talk where he is.

They're loading devices into a van.

He can't see the reg plate
from his position.

Come on, Alex.

If it is drones,
we need a way to intercept.

They're ready for you.

OK.

Let's do this.

Shit. We've lost him.

You've got 12 remote cameras here.

They're all connected to that.

It's a Wi-Fi booster range extender.

It'll act as a kind of base station

to receive and transmit
the live feed.

It'll just piggy back
on the nearest Wi-Fi network.

All you need to do
is switch these cameras on,

then they'll link up automatically.

Do you know where we're going?

Yeah.

He's sent an address
in the Docklands. One hour's time.

Live link to follow.

Let's go, everyone.
Possible drone attack inbound.

'Central-three-five to all units.

'RVP is Bullion Wharf, E14.'

Bullion Wharf, E14.

'Shut down
all air space over East London.

'Drone attack imminent.

'I need a two-mile cordon
and a dispersal order for 24 hours.'

'EXPO 2,
we need anti-drone hardware.'

EXPO 2, received. We'll deploy
our signal jammers on arrival.

Morning rush hour.

The area's gonna be
absolutely rammed.

How long until the anti-drone kit's
up and running?

About five minutes.

It'd help if we knew
what the target was, though.

Well, take a look.

We're at the centre
of capitalist London.

We're a stone's throw
from the world's top banks,

London's financial centre,
surrounded by luxury apartments.

I mean, take your pick.
This is your scene, Lana.

Thank you, sir.

EXPO briefing.
Officers to me, please.

We believe we're dealing
with 12 airborne proxy IEDs.

Target unknown.

Transport method -
unmanned aerial vehicles.

Get everyone indoors,
everyone undercover.

If you see what you think
might be an IED, do not approach.

Alert your nearest EXPO.

In that case, we should evacuate
the entire area.

Just get as many people
off the streets as you can.

OK. All right, guys, you heard her.
Let's clear the streets.

Wash, there's a lot of ground
to cover.

Maybe we should split up.

I can take this half,
you take the other.

Yeah, thanks, Hass. I'll
let you know if I need your help.

Copy that. Just thought it might be
a better use of our resources, Wash.

Let's go.

Please stay calm
and make your way to safety.

Please keep moving this way.

Alex has sent the link through
for the drone cameras.

It's not loading.
Will you get the iPad out?

Everybody keep moving.

It's time.

Heads up. Intel incoming.

What, is it still not loading?

No.

Ready?
Born ready.

That sounded
like it was ground level.

Yeah.

Wash, what's going on?

Come on, Lana, what's going on?
I don't know!

Oi, get off that! Get inside.

It's the scooters, not the drones!
Get back!

Get away from the scooters!
Get out the way!

Get off them! Get back! Move away!

There's cameras on the scooters.

EXPO 2 to all units.

IEDs are not being transported
by drones.

They're on the scooters.

Repeat, not on the drones,
on the scooters.

Stop!
Lana!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Get off the scooter!

STOP!

Lana!

Lana.

Lana, wait, wait, don't move,
don't move.

I'm OK.

You know it ain't your job
to be pulling people off scooters.

I know. I'm sorry, Danny.

You been playing hero again, Wash?

You all right, mate?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You need to
take better care of yourself.

You're right in the thick of it.

All this, and what happened to Thom,

and you're getting straight back
on the job. That's... That's a lot.

You saved lives today,
but you know it takes its toll.

If you've got any feelings
or anything on your plate that...

you wanna talk about,
then you know I'm here, yeah?

Sonya?

No rest for the wicked.

How are you, Lana?

Have the medics checked you over?

Yeah. I'm... Sir, I'm fine.
Just a few minor scratches.

I'll need your full report
for the Home Secretary.

ASAP, I'm afraid.

An attack of this size...

If you need to take the day,

I'm sure Hassan will be
more than capable of...

No, that's fine, sir. I'll get that
to you today, no problem.

See you back at HQ, then,
once we've wrapped up here.

Thanks, sir.

That's all remaining scooters
accounted for and disarmed, sir.

Thank God.

Here.
Thanks.

Head back to HQ?

Hi, Mum. I'm at work.
I can't really talk.

OK, OK. I'll swing by on my way,
but I can't stay for long.

See you in a bit. Bye.

Little detour on the way.

You're pretending
like it never happened,

acting like you haven't lost a son.

It's not healthy!

And sitting upstairs
in his room all day is, is it?

That's healthy, is it?
Sitting upstairs...

Oh.
What's going on?

Hello, love,
didn't hear you come in. You OK?

Yeah. I'm working.
How's it all going?

Shit.
Sit down, love.

No, I'm all right. What's up?

Cup of tea, or...?

No, stop fussing
and tell me what's happened.

Dad?

She says she wants a divorce.

Well, you obviously don't mean that.
All I said was...

..something needs to change,
that's all.

Can't go on like this.
Like what?

He's never here.

You're never here, Jeff.

Even when you are, you're not.

You know he's been hiding around
at yours all the time you were gone.

I ain't been hiding.
Yeah, well, that's all right, Mum.

It's OK if people need,
you know, their own space.

You'd know.

Oh, right. Well, I'm sorry
I had to get away, but I had to.

You know,
this didn't just happen to you.

It happened to us all.

I'm well aware of that,
thanks, Lana.

You, both of you...

both of you,
you just left me here on my own,

drowning in all this grief.

Sorry, sorry, do you think
I'm not feeling this, too?

All I ever wanted was for Billy
to be the man he could've been.

He was a good boy.

He wasn't tough like you, Lana.

I can't help that, Mum.

He needed his mum.

What was it you used to say?

"He should take responsibility..."

He was a grown man.

How was he ever gonna learn
to stand on his own two feet

with us always hovering over him...?

Danny, listen,
can you just give me two minutes?

Yeah, two minutes. Thanks.

Were we supposed to just jump in
every time he did something stupid?

Right, listen, stop.

We all tried with Billy.
We did. We tried.

He wasn't well, Mum. He was ill.

Can we stop blaming each other

and start looking after each other,
start loving each other, please?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Are you sure?
Yeah.

Wash.
Yeah?

Danny said that you'd, er,
run towards one of those devices.

Yeah. I saw a woman
on one of the scooters. I...

nearly got to her in time.

And you had to be the one
to run after her.

Yeah, that's what we do, isn't it?

You're the senior, Wash.

Have you still got a problem
with that? Nope.

Right. Are you saying
you could've done a better job?

We're not at school, OK?

You're a good boss,
but you're taking risks.

You're a valuable asset as an EXPO.

You know that, but it seems like
you don't give a shit any more.

Oh, no, I do give a shit.
I could just do without you

making my life any harder
than it is right now.

OK.

What's the number-one cause of death
for EXPOs in the field?

Are you being serious?
Complacency.

Things go to shit
when you lose your cool.

OK, you've been
on a personal crusade

since you lost your brother
and Thom...

Just don't die on our watch.
Are you both ready?

Yeah, ready.

They've just posted
another video. Batra.

Our tech teams are currently trying
to trace the source.

It's safe to assume
it'll be another dead end.

What about the devices they used?

We're still waiting on forensics.

Hass, you disarmed several of them,
didn't you? Yes, sir.

Command IEDs detonated by phone.

When we get the forensics back,
we'll be...

The construction of the devices?

The initial assessment, erm,
very well made.

Fairly complex.

Best that we've seen
the group use so far.

Today's attack seem a step up
on almost every level.

Confidence has been severely shaken.
The markets are down.

What about Alex's location?

We haven't been able to trace
his IP address.

So he'll help us,

but only on his terms
and always at arm's length.

Sir, he gave us solid intel today.

Well, his intel was solid,

but his assumption that drones
were involved cost us lives today.

Could he be playing us? Hass?

I can't say.

I can, sir.

I really feel
like he's trying to help...

Feelings aren't gonna help
solve this case, though, are they?

May I remind you,
you're here at my discretion

to provide knowledge and support
in your role as EXPO.

We're the detectives.

And as such, it's our job
to explore every possibility.

Sir, understood.

I just think he was really brave
to put himself in that position...

..as a civilian
sharing vital intelligence to you,

the police,
putting his own life at risk.

He warned us about the attack
on the Cabinet Minister.

And you heard him
on the phone today,

he was petrified,
but he still found a way to help.

You mean he tried.

At best.

But his intel is always
a little too late to help.

Sir, I really think...
You're being incredibly naive

if you think
we can trust this man entirely.

Sir, Lana is right, though.

Alex did put himself
in direct line of fire,

which would suggest
he wants to help us.

But we only have
Alex's word for it

that he put himself in harm's way,
so the jury's out.

And unless you're suddenly
an expert in criminal psychology...

No, sir, I'm not.

It's simple.

Until we have evidence
to prove otherwise,

Alex remains a suspect.

Lana? Lana, can we...?
Yeah.

Er, look, I know we don't
exactly see eye to eye on...

If you wanna win Francis round,

you have to act like
the sun shines out of his arse.

So, keep my big mouth shut, is it?

Well, picking fights with him

isn't exactly helping
the team dynamic, is it?

It's just causing more problems.

And he really... he doesn't like
being contradicted in public.

You know,
you just have to make him feel like

some of the best ideas are his.

You don't need to explain to me
how to deal with Francis.

I know how to deal
with arseholes like him.

I've been doing it since I was 16
when I joined the army.

God, you are so f...

difficult to talk to,
Do you know that?

Yeah, well...

..it was Thom's idea, anyway.

He didn't like Francis any more
than you or me, but...

he still won him over.

He was smart like that.

Hm. Great, I'll bear it in mind.

Sir, we've got Alex
on an untraceable line.

Alex, appreciate you calling back.

'Today's attacks aren't over.

'There's talk of something else,
something bigger.'

Well, we're gonna need
more specifics from you, Alex,

if that's to be of any real use.

'What happened this morning,
the video -

' "the kingdom must fall" -

'it is all connected
to what happens next.

'It happens today.

'All I heard was something
about a big house,

'how this is gonna be
their crowning glory.'

So there may be an attack,
but the nature of the attack

and where it will be and what
it consists of, you don't know.

'That's all I have.

'That's all I know.
I-I've got to go.'

So what do they mean?

The big house.
Their crowning glory.

The kingdom must fall.

However unlikely,
we have to consider

the target may be Buckingham Palace.

We need to speak to
their head of security.

No, wait. If it's an attack
on a royal residence,

I need to speak
to the Commissioner first.

Er, keep working up
alternative angles, just in case.

Er, right, then.

Let's say that he's wrong,

and it's got nothing to do
with the royal family.

Buckingham Palace could be
a deliberate red herring.

Well, wherever it's gonna be,
it's gonna be somewhere meaningful.

When they have a target in sight,

they execute with precision
and care.

Except today was chaotic.

I'm not so sure.

Can you bring up the map, please?

What do you mean?
There's no discernible pattern.

Zoom in.

That's the financial district.

One fixed point.

An area they can control,
the scooter rank.

Ground zero.

Yeah, well, that's Bullion Wharf -
one of those pseudo public spaces

that seems public, but is
actually owned by corporations.

So the, erm,
the buildings, the public square

and the surrounding streets
are all privately owned -

in this case,
by renowned brokerage firm

Hancock, Seale & Pool,

who are leading the charge
among finance giants

to buy up land and property,

growing up their investments,
worth billions.

Hancock, Seale & Pool?
Yeah.

HSP?

Wait, that... that rings a bell.

HSP is one of the firms
behind Tratea Global Analytics.

Who's the current owner of HSP?

Webster King.

He's currently facing
several investigations

amid rumours of bribery,

and he's also taken
several government bailouts

while pocketing a cool 2.4 billion

from the sale
of his previous company.

Nice guy (!)
Sounds like a prime target to me.

Find out where he is today.

OK.

They're taking it seriously enough
to call a COBRA meeting right now.

They want us down there.

Sir, we're exploring
an alternative angle. Webster King.

He owns the development
where the scooter rank was located -

and the previous target,
Tratea Global Analytics.

Well, if Webster King's a target,
the Commissioner needs to know

before he walks
into that COBRA meeting.

He's a high-level political donor.

Webster King's not in London today.

Where is he? He's getting married
on his estate in Hertfordshire.

Hm. Well, they'll all be there,
won't they?

Hedge-fund billionaires, probably
a couple of Cabinet ministers.

"The kingdom must fall."

I mean, King is a credible target.

They've attacked his assets,

and now they're gonna go after him
and his fat-cat mates.

Either way,
if it's the Palace or Webster King,

the Commissioner will want
to consult the Home Secretary.

I'll attend COBRA. Second unit,

you head to King's estate
in the country.

I'll join you there ASAP

to make sure everything's handled
as it should be.

Let me manage Webster King.

Tread carefully, and don't forget,

you're representing the entire
Metropolitan Police Service.

I'll need an EXPO with me.

Ever met the Commissioner before?
Sir.

Francis has the team scouring
every inch of Buck House.

OK. Well, I hope one of us is right.
Yeah.

Hi. DS Helen Morgan, SO15.

This is Lana, our senior EXPO.
Her number two, Danny.

Inspector John Pierce, Mid Herts.

We've locked down the venue,

and my unit is currently searching
the perimeter.

This is the private firm
in charge of security.

DS Helen Morgan,
Counter Terrorism Command.

We're here
on urgent police business.

We have reason to believe
that this event has been targeted

by a violent terrorist group.

Sorry, who's in charge here?

I am. Duncan MacMorden.
My team call me Mac.

OK. I've got six units
patrolling the site.

What intel can you share?

Only that it's a credible threat.

My team need to sweep
this entire area immediately.

How credible?

We've been on site for a week,
24-hour surveillance.

Every single guest
passes through a metal detector,

so there's no chance an IED would've
been planted without us knowing it.

My men and I are professionals.

Great. Then you'll understand
we have a job to do.

So, why did they send the B-team?

You're a DS. Where's your SIO?

Some of my colleagues
are currently investigating

a second high-profile location.

Right. So you're not even expecting
to find anything here.

We still have to search the site.

Understood,
and you have our support,

but you're not asking us
to evacuate, are you?

No, not immediately.
Minimal disruption.

Listen,
we're not here to make a scene.

What order
did the deliveries arrive?

Was there any last-minute changes,
any additions?

I'll need to see a list of
everything that came through today.

All right.

I need a list of all deliveries
brought to me ASAP.

Sir.

There.
Thanks.

We swept the floor yesterday.

And what arrived today?

The cake was delivered this morning.
Do you wanna check that?

Can you at least try to blend in?

Is that better?

Speaking of managing conflicts
of interest,

I'd like to welcome
all my great rivals and competitors

who are here celebrating
with us today.

Despite the fact
that we've played hardball

with each other
for several decades,

we're also civilised men.

And so,
like the Christmas Day cease-fires

along the Western Front between
Germany and the Allies in 1914,

I'd like to toast
to our very own truce

over this delicious Cristal 2008.

But don't worry,

hostilities will resume
as normal tomorrow.

Now, everyone,
you just enjoy yourself,

while our two families
must now endure

the purgatory of wedding photos.

Cheers.

You might be able to pick up
some tips while you're here.

Please. You know my wedding
ain't gonna look nothing like this.

Sorry for the interruption, folks.

My security team
just needs to do a few checks.

Nothing to worry about.
You all enjoy yourselves.

Anything?

No. All clear.

Told you. Now fuck off.

Hey. Are we done here yet?

Just one more thing
I need to check on the list.

Here we go.

Just give me a sec.

What we got, boss?
Two locked doors.

That's weird.

They're not just locked.
They're bolted shut.

Let's check underneath.

It looks like there might have been
a repair job under here.

Yeah?

Pass me the screwdriver.
I'll take a look.

Yeah, one sec.

Ta.

Right.

Shit!
We have a timer-operated IED.

We've got to get
this truck moved now.

Get everyone evacuated.

There's enough explosives under here
to take out the whole building.

Go, Danny, now!

Everyone make their way out
of the far exit and down the stairs.

- Keep moving.
- On your feet, please.

We have everything in hand,
just keep moving.

Calmly, please.
As quick as you can.

Come on, let's go.

Move, please.
We need to move faster.

Thank you. Keep on moving.

Lana!

Lana!

Lana!

You all right?
You all right?

That was impressive.

You'd better have some decent
fireworks at your wedding,

not like these flash bastards.

Yeah. Good one.

Mr King.
Commander John Francis.

You and your guests
are very fortunate.

That bomb, removed by my team,

would have flattened your house
and killed everyone in it.

Understood.
Rest assured...

we'll be providing you
with round-the-clock protection

until we've caught the perpetrators.

You have my word, sir.

My family and I are grateful.

The Commissioner asked me
to express his deepest regrets.

He sends his assurances

that we'll do everything
in our power to keep you safe.

We won't let them win, sir.
Thank you, Commander.

Ah, Mr King,
this is Lana Washington,

our senior explosives officer,

who was responsible for finding
and moving the IED to safety.

A debt of gratitude to you
and your team, Lana.

Happy to be of service.

Better to arrive late
than not to come at all.

Well, I'm sure it's been
a nasty shock for all of you.

That Land Rover
was my grandfather's.

His pride and joy.

Meant a great deal to us.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

I must get back
to my wife and family.

Yes, of course, sir.

We'll get forensics
to send everything off to Sonya.

It was a timer switch.

Pretty basic,
but the size of the main charge -

1,000 kilograms of explosives -

they're becoming
more ambitious every time.

Which is why I've had enough
of dancing to their tune.

We need to get on the front foot
from now on,

and we'll start by
bringing Alex into custody.

Oh, you want to arrest him?
You're gonna have to find him first.

We still haven't been able
to verify his credibility.

If we have to put pressure on him

or force him to wear a wire,
we will.

Please, sir, don't do that.
I think you're making a mistake.

From everything we know,
they're too clever for that.

From everything we know?
We know precisely nothing.

They've been a step ahead
from the start. Sir...

It's time we took the lead.

Please.

I need your help.

You're the only one who can save me.

What are you doing here, Alex?

I didn't know what else to do.

How did you get my address?

You gave me your phone number,
at our first meeting.

Ever since then,
I've been able to track you.

Right. Anyone else got it?

Only me.
So I'm safe?

Yes, you're safe.

Look, I need your help
to stop these people.

I can't do it by myself.

Erm, Alex, I'm sorry,
I've got to call this in.

No, no, no. Don't, please.

I-I know I got myself
into this shit,

but just give me a chance
to make it good.

OK.

Fine.

Sit down. Tell me, then.

I-I was... Mr Normal.

Happy, had a lovely family...

wonderful wife, daughter I adored.

Well-paid job.

Systems engineering.

Two years ago...

..my daughter died.

She was 13.

She was being bullied online.
We didn't know.

She started self-harming.

It was horrible.

The tech companies,
they didn't care.

They're only in it for the money.

The algorithms fed her illness
hundreds of videos.

She took her own life.

And the police, well,
they didn't do a damn thing.

I'm sorry, Alex.

Our marriage broke down.

Lost my job, friends, everything.

Yeah, I get that.

When I was at my lowest,

I hooked up online
with this cyber group.

They were fighting back
against big tech, big business,

like Robin Hood.

Internet guerrillas standing up
for the little guys.

We exposed secret files,
sabotaged corrupt businesses,

transferred money from their
bank accounts to deserving causes.

It was a sort of... justice.

Or revenge.

But no-one seemed to notice,

so the group decided to cross
the line into the real world.

Bombs.

Destruction. Murder.

These... These guys are clever.

Many more will die
before you stop them,

and if the police screw this up,
I'll be the fall guy.

I mean, it never ends well
when you look like me.

But I'll do whatever you think.

I trust you.

Why me?

Because you're not a cop.

You could get killed.

Maybe I could do some good.

Help bring these people down.

Are you absolutely sure
this is what you want?

I am.

And if I don't make it...

..through this...

..tell them that...

..tell them Benjamin Mamouda
was one of the good guys.

That your real name?

I'm trusting you, Lana.
Don't give that to the police.

I won't.

You're the only one
I'm dealing with.

Start by telling me
everything you know.

They're planning something else
right now.

I don't know what,
but it's something terrifying.

And they're gonna keep coming.

They won't stop.
No-one in this city's safe.

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