All language subtitles for Trigger Point (2022) - S01E06 - Episode 6 (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Ghost)

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

'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.

I'll
just get this...

Yeah.

Hey. Have you found something?

'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.

'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.

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?

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.

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?

Who wants
a quiet life anyway?

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?

'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.

'Central One Five,
this is Central Seven Four.

'Blue Team are
entering the building.

'Clear. We're clear.

'Bravo Three Nine to CTR.'

No obs on John Hudson.

'Central
One Five received.'

'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.

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.

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

Looks like an
overdose. Oh, my God.

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.

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.

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.

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.

'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.

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.

Armed police! Armed police!

EXPO!

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.

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.

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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