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- I'm nearly there!
- We've gotta go!

- Don't go!
- Get off!

Get down!

I'm scared that next
time I step up to a device

I'm not gonna know what I'm doing.

You've just lost your
mate. Give yourself a break.

Who's that?

Uh, it's just Danny. Some stupid GIF.

You know, I've been
thinking about it for a while.

Might be an idea for you to
move in here with me, you know.

You working?

Is he bollocks.

It's just tough at the minute.

Look at the bloody state of you.

A halal butcher's?

Don't mention this to Mum and Dad.

What are you doing, Billy?

- We're at war, Lana.
- You haven't got a clue.

What do you know about war?

Single bombing campaign run
by one group: the Crusaders.

We know at least one member
of the cell, Nic Roberts.

Nic Roberts didn't have
bomb-making training.

There's another member of
the cell: the bomb maker.

It's HMX-319.

How the hell are the bombers
getting military-grade explosive?

What does the CCTV

from the tower block tell us?

This is him leaving the building.

From there he gets into a white Prius.

But we're still searching for the vehicle.

Look at this from the
first device at Westhaven.

It's the same technique.

It's military training.

They know call-out times, how we think,

how we move, everything.

It's got to be an inside man.

The suspect
shot dead in the terror attack

at the Five Oaks Pub in London

has been named today
as Nicholas Roberts,

a former member of the English Flag.

Counter-terror police are appealing

for anyone with information
to come forward.

This attempt on an LGBT venue

follows attacks by the
so-called Crusaders

on the Amburiq Mosque
and Westhaven Estate.

- Speak to the jogger.
- Find out if she saw anything.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Okay.

Prelim report from forensics
says there's no fingerprints,

no evidence of the second Crusader,

but the vehicle make and model

match the one detected on
CCTV leaving Fairhall Tower.

Plates were taken and the
VIN removed from the chassis.

So the guy's a pro. What about CCTV?

We're in a black hole here.

That's why it's so popular with doggers.

We didn't lucky to find some couple?

No one that's likely to come forward.

Detectives.

Sonya, anything useful?

Well, from the blast pattern
and the intense local burning,

looks like some sort of accelerant

was used for the interior.

- Hey.
- Hi.

And then a det
charge on the petrol tank.

So our man isn't taking any chances.

What kind of accelerant?

Well, I'll do a deep dive,

but I'd say good old petrol.

There's nothing exotic to trace.

So the use of a det charge,

does that suggest he
could be the bomb maker?

Well, you can teach
anyone to use a det charge.

It's making it that's harder.

Okay, I'm gonna head back to Five Oaks.

- Is there anything else?
- No.

When I get a report on the accelerant

I'll let you know if anything comes up.

- Can I have a word?
- Yeah.

So, how are we getting on?

The HMX? Porton Down?

Uh, I've sent it on.
We're looking at it.

Well, I think this will speed things up.

That's how professionals
tie their wires.

Yeah.

Well, we found the same
pattern in all three devices.

And that's why you think it
was one bomber for all three?

I found that in John Hudson's locker.

What are you doing in his locker, Lana?

Christ.

It's a breach of confidence,

not to mention it makes
any evidence inadmissible.

Yeah, obviously I know
that. Just hear me out, yeah?

Hidden in the back of his locker

is an A-Z of London
covering these locations:

Five Oaks Pub, Westhaven, Amburiq Mosque.

Come on, Thom. Are you
gonna help me or not?

Yeah, all right. Okay.

You did the right thing,
bringing this to me. I'll, uh...

I'll take care of it.

Right, well, I'll text you the pictures.

- Yeah, all right.
- All right.

I'll see you in a bit.

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Hello?

Hi, is that Lana Washington?

Yeah, speaking.

This is DC Jones.

Your brother William
has failed to attend

a further interview at
Holloway Police Station.

He's not turned up?

There's not much I can
do about that, sorry.

It's in his best interest to cooperate

with these additional inquiries.

- If he doesn't...
- No. No, no, it's fine.

I'll bring him in myself. Okay.

Okay, thank you.

- Thanks, bye.
- Goodbye.

God's sake.

Eh up, it's Billy. Um...

Leave me a message.
I'll get back to you.

Billy, I'm at your flat.

You were meant to have an
appointment with the police today.

Billy!

Will you call me? I ain't
got time for this shit.

The situation with the
far right in this country

is very fluid.

When Agatha Jack attempted to
reform English Flag last year

there were 100 expulsions from the party

for extremist views.

Names on a list that were
easy for us to monitor.

So we think the far
right changed tactics.

They started to look at people
without criminal convictions

or a history of far right
activism, clean skins,

to target the disillusioned,

the unemployed, the left behind,

and to groom them for political ends.

So to restate our current thinking,

the initial attack on Westhaven

was a false flag
operation by the Crusaders

to justify their attack
on the Amburiq Mosque.

Andrew Phelan was chosen
as the unwilling victim

for the Westhaven attack
because Nic Roberts

had some kind of personal
grudge against him.

Do we know what that was?

From our interviews with Phelan

we've established that
Roberts mistakenly believed

Phelan had been deliberately
placed in his cell by MI5

to gather intel on the far right.

We're working through
a database of suspects

supplied by Thames House that
had history with Nic Roberts,

and examining CCTV and comms
for any new associations.

We've had the preliminary
results of Nic Roberts autopsy,

and it seems that he was
in the advanced stages

of terminal prostate cancer,

which might explain why he was prepared

to act as a suicide bomber.

Lana, I read your
report on the Five Oaks.

Again, well done.

You seem certain that we're
looking for the same bombers

for all three attacks.

Uh, no sir, not certain.

But I think it's highly
likely that we're looking

for just one bomber.

We've identified three
distinct elements.

One, the chemical composition
of the device, HMX-319.

Which has been reported as
classified at Porton Down.

Uh, we're tracing that now, sir.

Working theory is that
some of the explosive

found its way on to the dark web.

Two, the method of delivery:

the repeated use of secondaries.

And three,

with the reconstruction of the devices

we've been able to identify

a distinct signature in the wiring.

And does that tell us
anything about the bomb maker?

That they've had high-level
military training.

This considerably
raises the threat level.

I've got an example
here from the device.

May I?

That technique is durable.
It prevents snagging.

An EXPO can quickly check for damage

without pulling the whole thing apart.

This is not something
just anyone can do.

When was this report submitted, Thom?

Ms. Washington only made
the discovery about the wiring

earlier today, ma'am.

We're now looking through
official databases

to see if we can identify
any persons of interest.

We're keeping an open mind.

We're looking at former
English Flag members

who may have had some level of training.

TA, paramilitary.

Lana, I'm not doubting that
you recognise this technique,

but why would the bombers choose

to advertise who they were so clearly?

Unless it's a ruse to
throw us off track.

The false flag attack at Westhaven

shows they use misdirection.

Finishing a wire like
this is second nature.

You just do it without thinking.

The bombers obviously didn't
expect us to check the wiring.

The circuit's usually
damaged in the blast.

I'm absolutely certain
the bomber's military.

Billy? Wake up!

What a shit tip.

It's that one.

Oh, right.

Where is the birthday boy?

I'll wake the lazy sod up.

- Oh, look.
- Billy?

He started the party without us.

- Looks like it.
- Jeez.

Well that's typical. He's not here.

I told you we should have called first.

Well, he's obviously had people round.

Maybe him and Becky have gone out

for a birthday surprise.

No, I doubt it, Mum.

Think them two have
split up for good now.

What? He never said.

Well, he wouldn't, would he?

Hmm, his car's gone and all.

Oh, that's a shame about Becky.

How did he seem when you last saw him?

Uh, mardy?

Confused?

- No change there, then.
- No.

Bloody hell, what's that?

It's a bandage.

He cut his hand a couple of days ago.

- When?
- A couple of days ago.

It was after Nut's funeral.

He got absolutely battered.

He'd had too much to drink,

and he ended up smashing a
window and he got arrested...

Arrested?

Yes, Dad.

But he didn't want you to worry,

so I promised him I wouldn't say.

You promised him you
wouldn't say anything.

Mum, come on.

- What's going on?
- Nothing, Mum.

Please, stop worrying.

Billy's not turned up to
his own party. What's new?

Yeah, it sounds like
his usual dozy self.

Yeah. Probably nursing
a hangover somewhere.

You're off then?

I'm not gonna stay if he's not here.

All right. I'll see you in a bit.

- Ta-ra, love.
- Ta-ra.

_

- Thank you.
- Thank you. Bye-bye.

All right?

Well, I've had better weeks.

Yeah. I just wanted to say
sorry about your window.

Bloody idiots. They
were drunk, weren't they?

I've been here my entire life,
love. It's always the same.

Things go wrong, we're an easy target.

Were you in when it happened?

Yeah. I sleep up there, don't I?

We heard them staggering down the road,

two in the morning, singing, shouting.

Look, uh...

Will you let me pay for your window?

Nah, you're all right.
It's not your fault, is it?

No, it's not. It's my brother's.

And I'm really ashamed, so please,

will you just let me pay for it?

No.

Keep your money.

I'm not trying to offend you. I...

We don't need anything
from anything you.

Sorry, can I just ask? You said "them."

Did you say there was more than one guy?

Well, I can't remember.

You need to leave us alone.

Thing to do is not to panic, yeah?

Don't go for some fancy flavour combo

like banana salted caramel.

You'll regret it.

I'll just have some of yours then.

- Oh, you will, will you?
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

So come on. What's up?

I mean, I know hanging out with me

is on your bucket list, love.

Something's wrong. I can tell.

It's my stupid brother.

He's gone on some bender
and my folks are worried,

so they're giving me
grief, which is all I need.

Billy's a grown lad, isn't he?

Probably just letting off steam.

Yeah. He's done it
before, lost weekends.

But there's more, right?

After Nut's wake he went
and smashed up the window

at a halal butcher's.

He's been charged with racially
aggravated criminal damage.

Oh, mate, I...

I don't know what to say.

Neither do I. It's disgusting.

I'm not making excuses

for what he's done or anything, but...

Well, he was bloody wasted
that night, wasn't he?

Almost as bad as you.

According to Micky,

him and John started on the
Flaming Sambucas after we left.

Nearly set the bar on fire.

John? EXPO John?

Yeah. Micky reckons they were
on it all night, those two.

Said they left together as well.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Go on, old man.

Mate, you're up. Go on, you got this.

One.

Two.

John? Can I have a quick word, please?

What's up, Wash?

You haven't seen Billy around, have you?

He's not been back to his flat.

Billy who?

- My Billy.
- Oh right, your brother.

No. Why would I have seen him?

I thought you two were mates.

Mates?

What are you on about? I
barely said two words to him.

Is that it?

Yeah, that's it.

- See you later, ladies.
- Later, old man.

See ya.

It's called technique, bro.

Wash?

How many pull-ups can you do?

Don't wanna embarrass you.

- Ooh.
- Oi!

Shit.

Eh up, it's Billy. Um...

Leave me a message,
I'll get back to you.

Yo. Numpty, it's me.

Where are you? Call me
when you get this, okay?

- Lana!
- Bye.

What do you think you're playing at?

What are you doing, following me?

We've got an individual
under surveillance.

Active surveillance. They
saw you following John.

I had to tell my team not
to include it in the report.

He was checking out a Jewish centre.

Thom, he's mixed up in all of this.

I can tell you now, he is.

Look, he's under constant
surveillance, okay?

So just leave the job to us, please.

See you later at work, yeah?

All right, Wash? Brew?

Just the man I was after.

I was just thinking about
the Five Oaks attack.

John was on shift that day

but he never turned up to the job.

Hass did.

Oh, yeah. Remember.

He went home just
before the call came in.

Stomach bug, he said.

Well, that's strange.
Seemed fine when I saw him.

Do you want a brew?

Yeah, cheers.

Come on.

Eh up, it's Billy. Um...

Leave me a message,
I'll get back to you.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Who's that?

Billy. Have you spoken
to John Hudson yet?

Uh, I can't talk about an
ongoing investigation, Lana.

Neighbour at number six.

Yeah, she seems...

He's hiding something.

I found out that he pulled a sicky

the day of the Five Oaks attack.

He even lied to my face
about knowing Billy.

If we had anything on him,

do you really think
we'd let him on duty?

I'm sorry, Lana. I've
already said too much.

All right, well, have you got the trace

on the military explosives
that you promised me?

It's ongoing, like I've told you.

"Ongoing"?

- What does that even mean?
- Lana...

Thom, it's me you're talking to.

I can't tell you everything.

All right? I've already shared too much.

There's a DCI position opening up

in Serious and Organised
Crime and I just can't afford

to not play it by the
book at the minute.

Are you seriously
thinking about your career

- at the moment?
- I didn't mean it like that.

Is that all you care about?

- What I'm saying is...
- Oi, oi! Heads up!

Yes, I will come back
to you on that, Lana.

- All right, Wash?
- What are you lot doing here?

Same as you. EXPO briefing.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Keep up, mate.

Come on then, John.

What have you got our Billy mixed up in?

Come on. I know about
the butcher's window.

No idea what you're talking about.

Where you getting this shit from?

No one's telling me anything.

Just working it all out for myself.

- Right.
- Mm-hmm.

What are you doing? Grooming him?

Lana! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Lana! What the hell's going on?

Jesus Christ!

- Fuck's sake.
- No!

Fuck's sake!

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm good.

What's going on there?

Do you wish to make a formal
complaint about this officer?

- Stay there.
- No.

No, I'm not like that.

She's had a lot to deal with
lately, what with Nut and that.

Pressure's getting to her.
Isn't that right, Wash?

- Oh, fuck off!
- Lana!

I can't ignore your conduct.

I think you should take
some personal leave.

What?

You do know that it's him you
need to worry about, don't you?

It wasn't a request.

Clearly you need some time
away from the front line.

Oh, this is bullshit!

There's a psycho out there killing people.

What do you want me to do?

Just go home and start
twiddling my thumbs?

That's my decision.

Well, with respect,
ma'am, it's bollocks.

Excuse me.

- Hey, leave it.
- Hudson!

Wash, hey.

Hey. Thanks for making time for me.

Like I said, I don't
wanna get you in trouble.

No, don't worry about it.

I'll help if I can, but
let's make it quick.

So I've had a thought.

HMX-319, that's what
special forces use, innit?

Uh, yeah, I believe so.

I mean, that's about as much
as we know from Porton Down.

All right, well, what's
the lifespan of it?

If we can narrow down the
timescales we can get some dates.

Then maybe we can work
out who'd have access.

Well...

Depending on storage,
about 50 years I reckon.

The traces we found would
seem to be about 10 years old.

Look, leave this with me and
I'll see if I can find out

about military operations
that used HMX, okay?

Did you get any sleep last night?

I just can't sit around
waiting for something to happen

while the bomber's out there.

Billy is a pain in the arse.

He's just a magnet for
bullies and wrong 'uns.

I'm just sick of having
to look out for him.

I need to be on duty.

Mate, you need to take
your mind off things.

How?

Here she is.

Lady of leisure.

Oh, yeah. You gonna break?

Uh...

Ladies first.

You'll regret that.

He's going for it. Middle pocket.

Come on, mate. Just caress it home.

Just tickle it.

Ooh! Unlucky!

Sorry, pal. Better luck next time.

That's why I love coming here.

- The vibe, you know?
- Yeah.

These boys are bloody useless,

but they're having the
time of their life.

Yeah, this is all I want.

What, fizzy pop, crisps,
and being shit at pool?

What a life.

Yeah, you...

I just mean the simple things.

Having a laugh. Mates.

Yeah, I get it.

And thanks.

What for?

For not asking me how I am.

Well, I'm...

I'm always around, any
time you don't wanna talk.

So, is that what we are, then? Mates?

You tell me.

Great timing.

Sorry. For kissing you.

Don't be.

Oh my god.

Hello?

What? Say that again, I
can't hear you properly.

What?

There's bad reception
in here. Best outside.

I'll be one minute.

Hang on a sec.

It's Commander Bregman.

I need to talk to you
about your brother Billy.

Can you hear me?

Yeah, I can hear you. What's up?

Listen carefully. This
is a confidential briefing.

Do not repeat it to anyone
unless I authorise you to do so.

Okay.

We believe your brother is
involved with a Crusaders cell.

We don't know what his involvement is.

It could be low-level,
transporting things around.

We can't be certain yet.

We know he's due in front
of the magistrate's court

on the charge of racially
aggravated criminal damage.

And our investigations
have revealed a link

between Billy and the Crusaders.

We found CCTV evidence of Nic
Roberts meeting with Billy.

Now, I know this is a lot to take in,

but the situation has become critical.

Billy's car has tripped an ANPR camera

and we tracked him
heading into North London.

We need to detain him and
bring him in for questioning.

The Crusaders' next
attack may be imminent.

I'm sorry, sir, are you
sure you mean my Billy?

Lana, we have an armed
police response unit

ready to intercept,

but we want you to encourage him

to cooperate calmly and safely.

I'm going to have to push you,
Lana. Will you make the call?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

DI Desai, do you have
anything else to add?

Lana, it's Sam.

When we need to
communicate we'll text you.

We need as much information as possible.

Keep him talking, find
out where he's going,

and make him come to Southwark Station.

He's, um... He's not been
answering my calls, so...

Understood. Um...

From his phone records
he's been making calls

to a Becky Walters.

Several unanswered calls.

Yep, that's his ex.

Text him and say you're with Becky

and she wants to speak to him.

Make him call you.

Thom, is the audio recording set up?

Uh, yeah. Just...

You're recording this?

Lana, we have to.

Okay.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Okay, everything's ready.

We'll be listening in on a secure line.

We playing or what?

Um...

Uh, no, not now. Just...

What's up?

I've gotta go. I'm sorry, Karl.

_

Billy!

Can you put Becky on?

Where are you? You sound
like you're driving.

You should raise the volume.

Yeah, I'm driving to meet my mates.

Go on, just let me speak to Becky.

What mates? Anyone I know?

Just mates, Lana.

Why, what's going? Is
she with you or what?

Listen, Billy, I'm not with Becky.

I just needed you to call me.

You mean you're not
with Becky? What do you mean?

- What? Why?
- I need to talk to you.

You've not been answering my calls.

You've not been about. I mean,
where are you driving to?

Billy? Billy!

Fucking arsehole!

Billy! Where exactly are you?

Farringdon tube station.

Sounds busy. What's going on?

Farringdon tube is near
where the anti-fascist demo

is taking place in Clerkenwell Green.

What's Billy doing amongst all that lot?

Okay. Well, why are you there?

How close are the armed units?

Two minutes out.

Billy. Billy?

Intercept.

Listen to me. It's important.

What are you doing at
Farringdon Station?

I was meant to meet
the lads but they're not here.

Outside the tube, he
said, but I can't see 'em.

Just a load of lefty wankers.

Billy, why did you
drive? Was that your idea?

No, my mate asked me to give
some of the lads a lift down.

Must be some kind of joke.

Yeah, he's set me up, hasn't he?

They're having a laugh,
aren't they? Knobheads.

Billy, these new mates of yours,

they're not who you think they are.

Lana, what are you on about?

Nic. Nic Roberts, he's a...

He's a terrorist!

One of the Crusaders who killed Nut.

You're winding me up, aren't you?

Do I sound like I'm
fucking winding you up?

Have any of them been near your car?

Look around. Is there
anything different about it?

Eh?

For fuck's sake, Billy, listen to me.

I need you to check
the car for me, okay?

Have a look under the steering
wheel or under the footwell,

anything that you can see
that might be unusual.

All right. Yeah, um...

Lana, there's some masking
tape underneath the foot mat.

All right, okay.

Can you really carefully
lift up the masking tape?

There's...

There's a wire, Lana.

Can you see where it's leading to?

Um...

The glove box.

Fucking hell.

Shit, shit, shit.

It's hooked up to summat.
Looks like a bomb.

I've gotta get out the car.

- No, Billy!
- If it explodes I'm done for.

- Do not get out of the car!
- I'm gonna die.

Do not get out of the car!

You just need to stay calm
and listen to me, all right?

We need to get the vehicle
away from the crowds.

Get Lana to direct Billy
to a safer location,

away from the tube.

Okay, texting her now.

This is DI Desai. We need an EXPO unit.

Standby for exact location.

Trojan unit from Central
Eight Five, hold back.

Do not engage. Repeat, do not engage.

Right, Billy, here's the plan.

You need to drive away from the tube.

The police are looking
for a safe location.

- How about Hackney Marshes?
- Too far.

Too busy at this time of day.

He's about two
miles from Cranstead Fields.

That could work.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, I'll send him there.

Right, we're gonna
go to Cranstead Fields, Billy.

- You know it, yeah?
- Yeah, I know.

I'll meet you there. It's gonna be okay.

The vehicle's being driven to Cranstead.

We need EMT and EXPO units to meet him.

Trojan unit from Central Eight Five.

New RVP for suspect is Cranstead Fields.

Do not engage suspect unless
there is a significant threat.

Trojan One, received.

When you get there, keep
the engine running, all right?

Don't press anything, don't open
the door, don't touch anything.

Just stay still. I'm gonna
be there as soon as possible.

You've gotta tell Mum
and Dad I'm sorry, yeah?

Billy, tell 'em yourself.
You're gonna be fine.

I'm about five minutes away.
Just stay calm, stay focused.

I'm nearly there, all right?

Shit!

What's happened?

There... there's a timer, Lana.

There's a fucking timer.

Shit!

- Shit! Fuck!
- Listen, Billy.

I'm gonna help you, I swear down,

but you need to focus, okay?

You just need to concentrate
on getting to the park.

You're only a few minutes away.

When you get there drive
straight onto the field

and it'll be fine, I promise.

You're gonna be safe.

- Oh, fucking hell.
- My battery's gonna die.

Billy?

Billy!

This is Central Seven Four.
I need eyes on the ground.

Do we have units yet at Cranstead?

Aerial Nine Eight,
we have visual on target,

moving eastbound on Cranstead Road.

EXPO Eight, received. ETA two minutes.

Trojan One, received. ETA one minute.

Damn.

EXPO is incoming.
Just secure the perimeter.

Evacuate all members of
the public from the area.

Costa, secure
yourself a firing position.

Roger.

Move! Move! Clear the area now!

Suspect is approaching the location.

Move! Move!

Get out the way! Move!

Run!

Get away from that car!

Oi, go! Get the fuck out of here!

You could have killed us!

It's the bomb squad! Run!

There's a bomb in the car!
There's a bomb in the car!

Billy. Billy.

Billy, look. It's me, it's Hass.

Stay still, okay?

Now, we're gonna work...

We gonna work around you, okay?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah.
- Hey, look at me!

It's gonna be okay. Stay still.

No, no, no, no, Hass.
I'm losing it, Hass.

Billy! Billy, Billy.

Stay calm. Just stay calm.

It's gonna be okay.

Lana.

Oh my God.

- I'm worried he's gonna bolt.
- Get everyone back.

I'll speak to him.

- I'll get hers.
- Thanks.

- Billy! I'm here.
- Lana.

All right, it's gonna be fine.

Just stay really still for me,

yeah, and I'm gonna have
look around the car.

Yeah, you've gotta do summat. It's...

It's about three minutes, yeah?

- I gotta get out.
- Just stay still.

I'll go and have a look.
Don't touch anything.

I'm just gonna check the car, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Just... just hurry!

How bad is it?

It's fine.

I can tell when you're
lying, man. So how bad is it?

It's fine.

Lana!

It's fine, Billy.

Lana!

What's he done?

What's he done?

Lana!

Lana!

Trojan Five Four, I have visual.

EXPO is at the device. Cordon secure.

Sniper's in position.

Good work.

Lana!

The timer, it makes no sense.

- Why?
- How would the bomber know

where he's gonna be when
the device goes off?

I don't get it.

It's a decoy?

- Yeah.
- Lana, I need to get out!

It's less than two minutes, yeah?

Lana, get me out the car!

Billy! Listen to me!

Listen to me! Look at me, yeah?

The timer, it means nothing.

They put it there as a trick
so that you open the door!

- Please.
- Can you hear me?

- Please.
- So don't touch it! Stay still!

- Oh, fuck.
- It's gonna be fine.

Listen to me. I'm your sister, okay?

You need to trust me. I'm
gonna go and get some stuff.

Lana, please don't go.

You gotta trust me.

It's gonna be fine.

Please. Please.

Okay. Okay.

All right. Okay.

What's happening?

Billy's freaked out by the
timer but I'm sure it's a trap.

I need to get him out but I'm worried

that the driver's side might be rigged.

Well, what about the passenger side?

No, that's where the device
is. I don't wanna risk it.

They could have done all
the doors. I don't know.

Come on.

Lana, I need you!

Lana!

Lana!

Lana, do something!

Fuck! No, no!

Hey, Lana!

Okay, let's extract
him out the rear window.

Rear window. Right.

Lana! Lana!

Trojan Five Four,
suspect is unlocking door.

Repeat, suspect is...

- Lana!
- Billy!

Billy, look at me! Billy!

No! No!

No!

Hi, it's me. Uh, I've been round yours.

No one's heard from
you. Please, call me.

I just need to know you're okay.

It's me again. I, um...

I can't imagine what you're
going through. I just...

Christ.

I'm here if you wanna
talk, or I can come round.

Whatever you need, okay? I...

I don't want you to be alone.

Just call me.

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