All language subtitles for Trigger.Point.S03E03.1080p.BluRay.DD+5.1.x264-SbR_track4_[eng]

Don't do that to me again.

Rich said that before Agnes Raffner died,
she told him this was about Coldmarsh.

Let me talk to Ned Cole.
He knows something.

Her name's Agnes Raffner.

We believe that she was murdered
by the same person who tried to kill you.

I'd like you to leave.

There's definitely something else going on.

Where's Ned Cole?

Ned!

Shit!

Found an Irish passport.
Ned's photo but the name is Declan O'Kelly.

I've actually been researching
a possible connection

between Agnes Raffner and Declan O'Kelly.

So it's DBN Construction.

No, no, no, no, my fucking car.

No! Hey!
- You should have confessed.

OK, what's happening in there?

I knew one of them
would come for me eventually.

I thought I could get away.

Fuck!

So he sent that message
to a man called Ewan Knox.

What's his connection to DBN Construction?

He worked for them,
and he specialised in demolition.

He's our bomber.
- Well, so far he's given us

chemical weapons, drowning and now this.

Are you sensing a theme?

I'm OK to return to work, aren't I?

You've got to go through
the return-to-work protocols.

Tell them what they want
to hear and be done with it.

Suppose if we all told them the truth,
none of us would be working, eh?

Knox's background means
that he might have access to

manufactured munitions,
possible chemical weapons.

It could be another trap.

Are you able to make the arrest?

Don't move!
Contact, contact.

I'm going in.

Bronze Command.

I've found Ewan Knox.

He's not our bomber.

There's no sign of any devices.

The cylinder is oxygen,
like it was downstairs.

Got some medication here.
Etoposide.

Ah! Phil!

Phil!

Armed police! Drop the weapon!

Drop the knife!

Fuck.

You OK?

Yeah.

I shouldn't have put her in that situation.

What, DS Morgan?
- Yeah.

No, she was up for it.

How's the hand?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Yeah, I'll be fine too.

You know, after being attacked
by a madman and everything.

I really thought we had our bomber,
you know.

Yeah, well we're not far off.

He wouldn't fight like that
if he didn't know something.

Have them tear the place apart.

We'll take any evidence we can get.

Sir.

Right, OK,
let's just start with your name.

My name is Elena.

Elena Calero.

OK.
Um, what are you doing here?

Oh, I am a nurse.

Er, residencial.

A residential nurse, for Mr Knox?

Yes.
- What's wrong with him?

Cancer.

He is very sick.

Elena, we have reason to believe Mr Knox

might be connected to a series of attacks.

No.

No, it's not possible.

Or maybe he's helping someone.

Nobody comes to the house.

Just me.
- What about deliveries?

Parcels for Mr Knox.

Medical supplies?
- No.

Equipment.
Technology for making bombs.

A courier delivered a parcel here
on the 18th of this month.

We have a picture of it on the doorstep.

The 18th?
- Mm- hmm.

Mr Knox had a hospital appointment.
I took him myself.

We could not have seen this.

So then why did you try to
run away from me?

I showed you my badge and you tried
to shut the front door in my face.

I...

I have no visa.

That poor woman is scared shitless.

Yeah. They know what they're doing.

Huh.
I wish I had that confidence in them.

They couldn't pour piss out of a bucket if
the instructions were written on the bottom.

You know I wanna be one of them, right?
- What, one of Batra's lot?

Yeah.

I wanna be a detective.
- Are you serious?

I've been meaning to talk to you
about it for a while

but just haven't got round to it.

I can't tell if you're having me on or not.

I'm not.

Look, it feels like the right time.

Me and Carla have got plans.
- Oh, right.

Plans?
What kind of plans you got?

What's going on?

Oh, just Danny telling me that
he's gonna, er, become a detective.

Ah. You told her?

You know?

He mentioned it in the pub.

I think he'd be really good.
- Yeah, I'm not saying he wouldn't be good.

That's not my point.
- Thanks.

I'm just saying
you can have plans and be in EOD.

What, like "Every One Divorced,"
you mean?

Mate, don't knock it until you've tried it.

Well, I don't know what to say.

Mate, I think you've said it.

What about "good luck"?

What?
- What about saying "good luck"?

Giving me your blessing.

That would mean a lot to me, Lana.

Danny, I give you my blessing.
It's just a bit of a shock.

I just wanna make sure that we're good.

Yeah, we're good.

Alright.

Right, who are you shagging?

I'm just gonna do another
quick little check with the kit bag.

I'm guessing you know about that.

Hey, leave me out of it, yeah?

What is wrong with you two?
You're like a pair of fucking teenagers.

Do we have the IMS?

Yeah, it's in the truck.

Lana, you helping or what?

Yeah, just give me a sec.

OK, let's do a final sweep

clear it with the duty police officer
and SO15.

Don't move.

Don't move!

Hass.
- Yeah?

D'you see where Wash went?
- No.

Stop getting in my way.

Let justice be done.
Do you hear me?

Let the truth come out
and no one gets hurt.

What do you mean, no one will get hurt?

Ah! You're proving my fucking point.

Lana!
- Danny!

Lana. Shit, are you alright?

Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go.

Don't let him get away!

Oi!

Fuck.

EXPO One Bravo to Control,
in pursuit of suspect's vehicle.

We're heading west down Churchill Road

attempting to get closer
to provide full description of vehicle.

Control to all units.
Backup requested in the Churchill Road area.

High- speed pursuit in progress.

Shit!

EXPO One Bravo to Control.

Suspect vehicle is a blue Proton.

VRN, Arthur, Uniform, zero, five,
Echo, Yankee, Sierra. Over.

Running VRN now.

Control to EXPO One Bravo.

Vehicle description does not match VRN.

You are not authorised
to continue the pursuit.

Fuck that.

Come on.

What did he say?

I'm suspended from driving.

At least until the traffic sergeant
files his report.

Oh, Danny, I'm so sorry.

Are you?

Cos at this point,
I'll probably never get to join SO15.

Don't be like that.
- I'm not being like anything.

This is what I get
from listening to you, Lana.

You know what?
Forget it.

This is ridiculous.

What am I supposed
to do without a unit driver?

So we've actually been able to accelerate
the arrival of Hass' new number two.

This is Danny we're talking about.
Sir, come on.

Yeah, look,
it's beyond my control, I'm afraid.

God, it is never your fault, is it?

He was chasing the bomber!

Lana!

We need to talk.

DS Morgan said that you've refused
support from Occupational Health

after your encounter.

Yeah.

I don't need it.

Right. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I think we were just wondering
what it is that you do to manage stress?

Er, well, I meditate.

Go for a run.

Watch cat videos on YouTube.

I mean, what does it fucking matter?
- Right.

Do you wanna ask me about the bomber?

Yeah, well, he told you to keep out of it.

Yeah?
- Yeah. Let the truth come out.

Yeah. He doesn't want to see
innocent people getting killed

but he might not have a choice.

So why was he at Ewan Knox's house?
- Well, you saw the radio.

He's been following our communications.
- So that's... what he wants?

He was there to communicate with us,
to send us a message?

No. He only challenged me
because I was following him.

We just need to get to the truth
of what this bomber's about.

That's how we're gonna find him.

I'm gonna speak to Ewan Knox.
- Well, I'll come with you.

Lana, how many times--

Right, you have got to stop
pushing me out, OK?

You two fucked it up with Declan O'Kelly.

You can't track down the bomber
because he's using fake plates.

I've got a team out there
dealing with these devices.

It's their lives at risk, not yours.

I'm coming with you.

OK.

No, no! No!

No! Please, please, please!

Help!

Wash!

What's going on?

Tie my laces and I'll tell you.

What?

Go on.

Jenny. Please.

Tell me, then.

Mmm?

Oh, it was nothing.

Come here.

Right, girls!
That's me off!

Bye, Daddy!
- Be good.

Bye, Daddy, see you later!

We weren't expecting you back so soon.

You alright?
- Yeah.

Just need to grab something
from my room.

I see.

You staying for dinner?
- Is she cooking?

No, I'm out tonight.

Anything fun?

Just meeting up with, um... friends.

Well, you know you're always welcome.

Thanks.

You're in a lot of trouble, Ewan.

You need to start co- operating, now.

You worked for a company
called DBN Construction.

Two people who worked for
that same company have been murdered.

Their names are Agnes Raffner

and Declan O'Kelly.

You knew Mr O'Kelly, didn't you?

Before he died

he sent a message to your phone.

It's been read, so you know what it says.

There's quite the message history
between the two of you, in fact.

Two months ago, you wrote

"We know what you did
and we're coming for you."

Not long after that,
Mr O'Kelly changed his name.

So who's "we", Ewan?

The doctors have said
you can't be the bomber.

You're not physically capable of it.

But you know who's doing this.

He was at your house earlier today.

He got away this time,
but it won't happen again.

Ahem... DCI Batra.

Is this really necessary?

Alright, your turn.

I'll buy us some time.

Sorry, can I have a word?

I'm ex-forces.

Like you.

I'm seeing stuff you learned
with the Commandos.

Rigging a charge
using demolition explosives.

Knowledge of chemical
and biological weapons.

The way these people are being murdered

nobody deserves to die like that.

Yes, they do.

Why?

Why do they?

Coldmarsh.

Right.
Now tell me what that is.

Coldmarsh was the name given
to a company contract in the '90s.

It was part of a wider government initiative
to knock down municipal buildings.

Schools, hospitals, that kind of thing.

Mmm.

That's why we couldn't find anything on it.

The name of the contract would've been
mothballed with the company records.

Where would those records be now?

Presumably with the Akermark Group.

I mean, they were the ones
who bought DBN Construction.

I'll pay them a visit.

So, Ewan Knox told me he's got
something called mesothelioma.

It's a type of cancer caused
by exposure to asbestos.

Ewan Knox was the site manager.
Declan O'Kelly was his boss.

Knox blames O'Kelly for his disease

and for allowing him
into harmful environments

especially when he knew the risks.
- Yeah, but this is 30 years ago.

Yeah, well, apparently this type of cancer
doesn't appear until long after exposure

and when it hits, it's fast.
- So he had someone kill him in revenge.

Well, he said not.
He just wanted to scare O'Kelly.

Empty threats.
- Do you believe him?

I don't know, sir.
I don't think he's totally innocent.

Mesothelioma destroys the lungs,
and the victims are being suffocated.

What goes around comes around, maybe.
- Yeah.

OK.
So, um, can we question him again?

No. The doctors say
his condition's worsening.

He's too weak.
- Yeah, he was barely conscious when I left.

We need to go public.

What?
- We have to prevent a further loss of life.

A press conference is the best way

to find anyone who can help us
identify the bomber.

You heard what he said.
He wants us out the way.

Yeah, and since when do
we listen to murderers?

OK, well, when he hears
that you're going public

it will only accelerate his plans

and make the whole situation
way more volatile.

I have to agree with Lana, sir.
Well, we don't have a choice.

We don't know how many more people
he's holding accountable

for Knox's cancer,
or even if it is just Knox's cancer.

But whoever they are,
he's not gonna give them a way out.

We appreciate your co- operation
in locating the files.

Of course, the Akermark Group is happy
to help in any way we can.

We store all of our
historical files at this facility

so if it's of relevance to
your investigation, it should be here.

Right.

Well, we're after anything to do
with the Coldmarsh contract.

Of course.

Hope you didn't have any weekend plans.

I do, Neil.

I'm spending it with you.

Right. Grab who you can.

We're gonna find everyone who ran
the Coldmarsh contract

before the bomber does.

I would like to take
this opportunity to emphasise

that we do not believe that there
is a wider threat to the public.

However, the specific nature
of each attack

does lead us to believe
that these attacks are related.

All we are asking for at this time

is that former employees
of DBN Construction

employed between 1992 and 1995

particularly those who worked
on what the company knew

as the Coldmarsh contract

which oversaw the destruction
of municipal buildings

please come forward
with any information.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Alright?
- Ah. Ey- up.

You've been cleared?
- Aye, finally.

Thank God, because
the girls are driving me mad.

I'm sure you're driving them mad as well.

Yeah.
Oh, er, I bring a new driver.

I'm a fully trained ROV operator.

It's Wren Cheshire, isn't it?
- Yeah.

I'm Lana. I run the unit.

You try.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.
- Help me! Help me!

Bravo Squadron returns!

Bravo Squadron?

Yeah, you know, just the
underwater bomb disposal guy here.

He nearly drowned.
- Oh.

That's a bit unfair, isn't it?

That's not...
sorry, I just mean, you know

shouldn't we be a bit more sensitive
to potential PTSD?

The only potential PTSD I'm anticipating

is working with you.

Alright, let's leave it there.

Do you wanna show her where
the lockers are, and your manners, and...

Make her feel welcome.

She's cheery.

She's no Danny.

What the fuck is that?

It's the green goblin with matcha.

That's what I thought.

Fucking hell.

Lana Washington.
- Lana, it's Helen.

We know who ran Coldmarsh.

Emergency, which service?

Do you need fire, police or ambulance?

If you're unable to speak
but need an emergency service

please tap the handset, cough...

What are you doing?
- Stop!

What the hell are you doing in my house?
- I'm police.

What is this?
What's going on?

Michael Adeyemi?

Yes.
- OK. The door was open.

We were concerned for the occupants.

We're looking for your wife, Jo.

Where is she?

These are the six people we found
who ran the Coldmarsh contract.

Declan O'Kelly and Agnes Raffner,
we know.

But add to that
Jo Adeyemi, Maggie Kelsey

Peter Howard and Dean West.

HR, legal, project management
and demolition management.

They've all disappeared
in the last six hours.

Since the press conference, you mean.

Well, he was quicker than us.

There's got to be a trail
on one of them at least.

Yeah, well, CCTV team are on it,
search team are on it, and, er

nothing has been found so far.

But we keep going.

We'll find them, whatever it takes.

I'm guessing you've ran
background checks?

Was anybody sent to court?
- Yes, we have.

And no, no one's been tried
from DBN Construction.

No, but they were sent to
a government hearing a few years ago.

Who were?

Er, representatives from DBN Construction

and that includes Jo Adeyemi.

It was part of an industry-wide
series of commissions

that looked into accountability,
specifically asbestos poisoning.

Let me guess.
No one was accountable.

No, but I mean, it's almost impossible
to pin it on anyone.

You know, the illness takes
so long to develop

that the records are either
destroyed or lost

by the time you actually need them.

So how can you prove that
a company wilfully and knowingly

sent people to their deaths?

You get them to confess.

Confess or die.

I had to move faster than anticipated.

Can't have the police control
the message, can we? Hm?

You should have come forward.

You should have said something.

But you didn't, did you?

You didn't move a muscle.

So...

everyone

is gonna find out what you did.

Everyone

is gonna see
what happens to people like you.

Shall we start with the lawyer?

"No Excuses" by Bru-C

♪ Oi ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah-eh, I ♪

♪ Bru-C ♪

♪ What we sayin'? ♪

♪ We're going out tonight, my Gs ♪

♪ No excuses, ha! ♪

♪ If you don't like me, you can beat it ♪

♪ Got a lickle taste
and now she wan eat it ♪

♪ Waitin' for the high, but man,
I can't feel it ♪

♪ Took another try, oh damn,
I feel seasick ♪

♪ The wave too strong,
hurry up, darlin', you take too long ♪

♪ Sad world,
but she wanna be a happy girl ♪

♪ Guarantee tonight I could make you one ♪

♪ No excuses,
we be goin' out tonight, no excuses ♪

♪ Drum 'n' bass boy, I vibe to that music ♪

♪ If I carry on tonight, I might lose it ♪

Ah, justice...

♪ Sad world,
but she wanna be a happy girl ♪

♪ Guarantee tonight I can make you-- ♪

Ahem, Lana.
- Hi.

I'm standing outside Crown Court
and it got me thinking.

That government hearing you were
talking about. Where did they hold it?

Um...

it was College Hall in Greenwich.

Why do you ask?
- I'm heading there now.

Lana?

One, two, three,
standing by for approach.

Awaiting further instructions. Over.

Hey, here you go.
- Thanks.

Do you think he's gassing them?

Maybe.

But they're conscious.
They're moving.

Looks like
they're all sat on something too.

You can't do this alone.

It's always a single operator.

Aye, a single operator to one hostage.

But there's three of them.

We're about five minutes away.
Can we make sure CBRN are on standby?

Yeah. We're missing the head of legal.

Jo Adeyemi.

Make sure all units are aware
that Adeyemi is still unaccounted for.

Sir.

What does he want with her?

I don't know.
That's not really our concern right now.

OK. You ready the team.

I'll make sure there's eyes everywhere.

Bronze Command to Trojan team.
Move into position.

Stand by for EXPO approach.

Trojan One, in position.

Trojan Two, in position.

Trojan Three, in position.

Hey. Are you alright?

Yeah.

He's fine. Come on.

Bronze Command to cordon.
Please keep the public well back.

EXPO's on the move.

Hass.

Rich.

Hey.

My name's Lana.
It's gonna be OK.

You may be sat on
a weight- controlled device

so you need to stay very still, OK?

It's gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine, alright?

Here we go.
Let's work together.

First, I'm gonna have a look and see
what your mask is hooked up to.

Just stay very still.

You've got to be joking.

What? What is it, Wash?

Wash?

Wash, what you doing?

It's oxygen.

And it's running out.

It's from Ewan Knox's house.
- What the hell?

Oh, fucking hell.

It's gonna be alright, OK?

We need to work out
how to get these masks off

before they run out of oxygen, OK?

Wash, I've got cluster wiring. Have you?

Yeah, the wiring's all knotted.

Can either of you see any possible triggers?

Some sort of pressure sensor in the mask.

Yeah.

It's rigged to a charge
on the back of their heads.

So we're gonna have to deal
with that before we remove the resi.

Couldn't we cut a hole in the masks
to allow them to breathe?

No. If we get it wrong,
it could trigger the device

and we don't know how the sensor works.
- What about cutting the tubes?

No. It's steel, which means vibrations,
sparks, and we haven't got time.

Fuck.

He's screwing with us.

You're doing great.

Hey, hey, I need you to calm down.

Lean forward.

There we are. There, there.

Stay calm.
Stay calm.

He's zip-tied them.

Tilt your head back.

Could be slurry explosives in the scales.

So either they suffocate,
or they come off the scales and explode?

No remote detonator.

Shit.

Confess or die.
- What?

He's not asking for a confession this time.

No radios. He's not listening.

Look.

They're murderers.

Yeah.

He wanted people to pay attention.

It's a public execution.

This is Bronze Command.
We need to stop people filming this.

That is exactly what the bomber wants.

So we need to disarm the resi charges first.

If the oxygen runs out,
this lot are gonna start dropping on us.

Wash, come on.

Wash, are you with us?
- Yeah.

Hey.
It's gonna be fine, alright?

Stop panicking.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wash, we're losing them.

How much oxygen have they got left?
Not a lot.

We need to get these masks off quickly.

It doesn't look like the masks
are connected to the scales.

We should be fine to snip and remove.

Neutralised.

Neutralised.

Right.
Dean, I'm gonna take your mask off now.

No.
- Yeah, I've snipped it. It's safe.

I'm gonna take it off really gently.
I just need you to keep breathing.

That's it.

Doing great. You're gonna be
out of here very soon.

Breathe in.

Deep breath.
Well done.

Well done.

I'm gonna take off your mask, OK?

Doing really well.

Resi off.

Rich, how are you doing?

Yeah, er, yeah, nearly there.

These wires are a pain in the arse.

OK? Right.

Mr West, I know that you feel very sick,
you're very low on oxygen

but I just need you to sit tight while
I work on the scales that you're sat on.

OK?
- Yeah.

You're doing great.

Neutralised.

OK.
I'm taking this off now, OK?

I'm gonna saw into the scales
to expose the wiring

see what we're dealing with.

There we are.

No, no, no, no. No. Hey.

Look.
Don't get idle on me now.

OK?

Yeah, slurry wired into the dial.

No other trigger.
It seems like a simple cut.

Same for you, Hass?

Yeah, same.

Hang in there.
Nearly there.

OK.

You're doing great, Dean.

Neutralised.

Neutralised.

Can you lean over
just a little bit here for me?

Right, get you out for here,
home for tea.

Let me just cut these ties.

Nearly there.

That's a good lad.

OK.

Alright?
- Rich?

I'm gonna go down with these two but
I'll come back and give you a hand, yeah?

Aye. Aye, all good.

Should be right behind you.

Lana!

No!

Please! Please! Please!

That's a story to tell down the pub, innit?

OK. There you go.

Get a grip, you silly bastard.

Right.

Lean forward.

I'm gonna cut your ties.
I can't do this with you here.

OK.

You and me,
we're gonna switch places, alright?

I'm gonna ask you to move.

I'm gonna take your place.

Move.

Walk away.

Walk away, please.

What's he doing?

This way.

Take my hand.
There you go.

Here we go, Jenny.

Here we go.

Rich.

What you playing at?

What's going on?

Er...

just something with the wiring.

I needed her to get out the way.

Do you need a hand?

No.
- OK.