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JACK HODGSON: This wasn't just misadventure.

Someone locked him in and left him to die.

God, Derren, what's the matter with you?

You're asleep half the time.

And then you do something like this!

I didn't do anything!

If you want to leave, leave now.

No one come near me.

JACK HODGSON: What I want to know is what killed him.

Armed police!

Get down on the floor!

SIR WILLIAM EMBLETON: Brimstead Fields.

This is really going to mess things up.

I told you.

GEORGE RYDER: I want the proper value of my farm.

I understand.

This Lord Embleton, as he calls himself,

you tell him I could make an awful lot of trouble

for him if I choose.

Someone knows what's happening.

And there's people dying because of it!

Stand your ground.

Don't move!

What's going on?

Useful?

There is something going on in the area.

Mr. Ryder?

George?

Nikki, is Jack there?

DR. NIKKI ALEXANDER : On his way to you, I think.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON : Could you

send over the mugshots of Brian Blackburn's employees?

That's the boy that I saw.

What are you doing?

I've got to get away from here.

Slow down.

I need to get away from here, Dad.

Where can I go?

What are you talking about?

It was just-- this man, he were--

he was lying there.

And I didn't do anything.

What man?

Just some old bloke.

I, uh, went back to get the bottle.

And they're not going to believe me after Colin.

Nobody knows about Colin.

I took him some water.

You said don't leave anything.

Is this blood?

DI BOB CHERRY: Police!

Open the door!

You can't let them in here, Dad.

They'll only break it down.

You got three seconds, Brian.

You stay here.

I'll talk to them.

All right, put it in.

Where is he, Brian?

BRIAN BLACKBURN: He's done nothing wrong.

We've got a witness.

Is he up there?

He's out the window!

There he is!

Ahh.

Over here!

Why would Derren want to kill George Ryder?

Well, he didn't want to.

Yeah, his dad scared him into going back to pick up

the evidence, like that bottle.

Ryder chips up, hello, stranger.

Derren panics.

Bang, George is dead.

You're happy with that?

What, one story that closes three cases?

Should I not be?

Mind if I have a talk with him?

Sure, be my guest.

Is there anyone you'd like to call?

I've called a solicitor.

They're going to charge me with obstruction.

Do you think Derren killed George Ryder?

He didn't kill anyone.

You know what happened to Colin Connor.

Derren locked him in a room and left him to die.

It took days.

Colin was a bully.

I mean, eh, they were supposed to be best mates,

but it were basically Derren doing what Colin said.

Until he snapped?

He was a good boy.

Yeah.

I understand that his behaviour changed recently.

He used to talk to me.

We were close, you know?

And then it were like I didn't know him anymore.

He lied, thieved.

He had these mood swings.

I tried tackling him about it, but it wouldn't open up to me.

Was he into drugs?

I did wonder.

But I never saw any evidence.

Well, sometimes personality change

can have a-- a medical reason.

You talk to any doctors?

Doctors?

Hmph.

They did nothing for his mother.

So what did you do?

Clarissa's matched Derren's prints

to the ones on the water bottle.

So between that and Leo's witness evidence,

we can play him at the scene at both deaths.

I didn't think I'd be seeing any of you people again.

You weren't supposed to.

But then Brimstead Fields found its way into the news.

Blow over.

Give it time.

Two crime scenes in one week?

They caught the boy that did them both.

But the damage is done.

It's your son's dreams and schemes

that have brought George Ryder out of the woodwork.

Who is going to be next?

I didn't authorise any development.

But you gave James control without giving him

all the facts.

What were you thinking?

New generation, fresh start, clean hands,

and the old problems fade away?

It doesn't work like that, Bill.

Then sort it out.

That's what you do, isn't it?

I'm trying to.

But this green development thing,

he's doing it to impress you.

So one way or the other, you have to knock it out of him.

Aheh.

He won't like that.

In a word, tough.

Bring him inside, Bill.

Tom?

I thought I told you.

Yeah, I know.

I-- I'm sorry about last time.

Well, you were upset.

Did you get a chance to look at my evidence?

I've been reading it, yes.

And?

It does throw up some questions.

You found something?

No, I-- I didn't say that.

Whatever it is, I need to know.

Tom, when I have something to tell you,

I will come and find you.

Until then, just be careful.

Yeah.

Did you find anything?

Frontal lobe tumour, there's nothing small or subtle about

it.

Well, it's certainly enough to account for the change in his

behaviour.

Anything that affects the frontal lobes

can cause a personality change, can't it?

Yeah.

I also find nodules in his lungs.

Malignant?

Spiculated in shape, so most likely.

I've made slides.

Well, it's a different progression,

but a-- a similar disease pattern to what we saw in Peter

Hancock.

So what are you saying?

I don't know.

Look very closely at George Ryder when he comes in.

I don't think that Derren Blackburn killed him.

Derren had George Ryder's his blood on him.

And you were a witness.

Only to the aftermath.

It could have been an accident.

Well, if it was an accident, it

was an extremely convenient one for somebody.

How much longer on the bone marrow results?

Too long.

The lab can take a couple of weeks over the tests.

But I can tell you about this now.

This is from a laurel tree on Brimstead Farm.

If there's heavy metal in the groundwater,

it'll be concentrated in the leaves.

This one has salts of uranium.

It's also in the traces from your shoes.

So it's in the water and in the soil.

The local drinking water comes from underground,

which could explain the elevated levels of kidney disease.

How did the uranium get there in the first place?

You find natural uranium over half the country.

Then why were the powers-that-be so cagey when I

asked for the soil and water surveys?

I'm still waiting.

Maybe it's those live firing exercises.

They coat artillery shells with depleted uranium.

But depleted uranium has the most dangerous isotope

refined out.

Could the uranium explain the cancers?

Not if it's only in the water.

It would pass straight through the body

and be expelled in the urine.

With what effect?

Well, the toxic metal will poison the kidneys.

Chronic exposure could explain the symptoms

of Fanconi syndrome.

But it doesn't stay in the body long enough

to be a radiation hazard.

So it couldn't cause the tumours.

What was it that George Ryder wanted to tell me?

Have you scheduled his post-mortem yet?

They're bringing over his body tonight.

Who are you and how did you get in here?

David Loader, with a pass card.

I brought the soil and water reports you asked for.

Ahh, at last.

Hand-delivery?

That's unusual.

Some of it's restricted information.

I imagine there's some commercial angle to it.

It's only facts and figures, but what can you do?

I'm supposed to remind you that you're bound by the Official

Secrets Act.

You know the Act applies whether you've signed it or not.

I know that.

And I have.

Then can you also sign these?

Continuity documents, acknowledging

you've taken possession of the files, and to see

that anything that may happen as a consequence of this request,

you take full responsibility for.

Which department are you from?

For now, I'm attached to Lord Embleton's office, Science

Minister.

Oh.

Well, give him my best.

I shall.

Goodnight, Professor Dalton.

My dad started with five second-hand trucks and built

an empire.

I got public school and Cambridge,

because he wanted to give me everything he never had.

And your complaint is?

Huh?

I'm not complaining.

I mean, I'm grateful.

It just makes it pretty difficult

to impress your old man when he gave me such a head start.

I mean, look at you.

What about me?

Dedicated, passionate, top of your field.

And I bet no one ever handed you anything on a plate.

I'd rather just go for what I want.

I just want to do something he didn't do first.

You know, surprise him.

Well, you've got yourself an honour.

Oh, anyone can do that.

Put a couple of million in the right place.

And you've got zero carbon living thingy.

You are at your most adorable when

you're incoherent.

I am perfectly lucid.

You can stop at perfect.

Shut up.

I could open another one.

Tempted.

Tempted is good.

But?

I have an early procedure in the morning.

When you say, procedure, we're talking post-mortem.

Mm-hmm.

Wouldn't be the new man from my building, would it?

George Ryder, sorry.

Taxi, then?

Hey.

I can barely remember living on the farm.

But for years, I had bad dreams about the night

we had to leave it.

When was that?

I was about five or six.

Two policemen came to the house and said

there was an emergency, and we had to get out,

right away, simple as that.

They had a van waiting outside.

And we weren't allowed to pack.

We just had to grab what we could.

And they drove us out, really fast.

And how long was it before you were allowed back to the house?

We never went back.

It was late in the year.

I remember, because we had to shop for new winter things.

And your father never told you what

might have caused all this?

But he never felt he got fair compensation

for being moved off the land.

Well, they must have given him some reason.

They said it had no value anymore,

no good for farming or building or anything else.

But they said that about the old convalescent home.

You should have heard him when he saw they were developing it.

You said the other day that he'd made a call to someone.

Any idea who it was?

I'm sorry, I don't know.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON: How's it looking?

A major depressed skull fracture on the back

of the head.

Do we have an X-ray?

Yeah.

It's a lateral fracture to the C2 vertebra.

That's the hangman's fracture.

Could you give Jack a call?

Jack, can you come in, please?

Thanks.

Are you happy with that angle?

Uh-uh.

A blow from behind pushes the head forward,

and the bone shears accordingly.

Jack, you'd know the answer to this.

Is there any kind of martial arts

blow that can break the neck without leaving a mark?

Chin jab, yeah.

But it's banned.

It was used in close combat by commandos in World War II.

And how does it work?

Heel of the hand comes up under the chin,

fingers on face, bang!

Snap the head back for a sudden kill.

Could Derren Blackburn have used it?

Well, I know these young lads love their kung-fu movies.

But, nah, it's not something you can learn from your sofa.

Leo.

I'm just making some observations.

Thanks.

You've barely touched your wine.

Sorry.

What's bothering you?

Oh, nothing, really, just work.

If it's worrying you, I want to hear about it.

Leo's giving himself a hard time over the Peter Hancock

case.

He's pushing for answers that probably aren't there.

Was it really wise of him to make promises to the father?

Probably not.

The father is obsessed.

But at least he's got a good excuse.

Well, maybe it's catching.

Oh, don't say that.

He's already looking for a conspiracy.

Every obstacle just makes him more suspicious.

I told him to get it off his chest,

just write it up and dump the responsibility on someone

who'd have to deal with it.

Oh, thanks very much.

Why?

Because that would most likely be me.

I thought there was no vote tonight.

It's not my boss.

It's my father's nurse.

Do you need to go?

Yeah.

But I've been drinking.

I-- I'm going to have to call a car.

I can drive.

Are you sure?

Untouched.

Thanks, Nikki.

I thought you'd gone home.

The bone marrow results came in for both Peter Hancock

and Colin Connor.

You should see this.

They found uranium.

Yeah, we knew they would.

But natural uranium is a mix of three isotopes.

This has a higher proportion of uranium-235 than you'll

find anywhere in nature.

235?

That's the dangerous form.

So the uranium in the bone marrow isn't natural.

It's man-made contamination.

We're on dangerous ground here, Jack.

Did you get the second message?

We were already on our way.

I'm fine.

You don't ignore chest pains at your age.

I said it was indigestion.

Now I'll have a doctor's bill--

make it worse.

Who's she?

This is Nikki, Dad.

She drove me here.

I showed you her picture, remember.

Hello, Sir William.

Send her out.

Dad.

I want to speak to my son in private.

Now hang on a second.

It's all right.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

Dad, what do you think you are doing?

Now you listen to me.

You ignored me once, and this led to trouble.

Trust me this time.

She's the one who works at the Lyell Centre, right?

I happen to know that boss of hers is trouble.

And so is she.

And you're not going to explain?

No

All OK?

I think the medication makes him cranky.

I-- I'm sorry.

No, don't worry about it.

He's had a scare tonight.

That probably doesn't help.

He also thinks you're a bad influence and a serious threat

to a young man's virtue.

And what did you say to that?

I said, why do you think I'm so keen on her?

Hmm.

Uranium-235?

Not depleted, enriched.

Man-made and in the groundwater.

So how did it get there?

There's no nuclear power station for miles, no dump, no storage.

Not officially.

Take a look at this.

They redacted the words, but they left all the maps.

If you look at the satellite image,

that is the same shape as Brimstead Wood.

Is that the source of the Contamination

I think something must have happened here.

Is it late?

It's late.

I'm not going in.

They can manage without me for one day.

Feel free to hang around the flat.

And do what?

I've got a PlayStation.

And pretty much every TV channel on the planet.

Very ecological.

I never claimed to be consistent.

I'll leave you the keys and come back as soon as I can.

Shall I go to Borough Market and get something delicious

and make you supper?

You can cook, too?

After a fashion.

You're on.

Hey.

Wait to be dismissed.

JAMES EMBLETON: Did you call in?

I'm texting them.

Then I'm going to turn my phone off, and no one can argue.

I don't suppose there's any word on when

I might get my building back?

You know the score.

DI Cherry controls the crime scene.

But doesn't that rather depend on there

being a crime to solve?

Yes, it's murder.

But they know it was that boy.

Can't say that for sure.

Leo found a suspicious neck fracture.

And George Ryder had promised information.

So his death may have been convenient for someone.

What's your real problem with the Brimstead Fields

development?

I told you--

legal issues.

Your legal issues didn't seem to faze

the lawyers I put onto it.

But it's not just the old TB hospital, is it?

It's Brimstead Farm, Brimstead Fields, Brimstead Woods.

Are you going to tell me the big secret

or do I have to wait for Leo Dalton to dig it out?

Hmph.

Understand this, my good name is my legacy.

And I've worked hard to make it mean something.

One day, very soon, it'll be all that's left of me.

And it will be in your hands, son.

You'll be responsible for how I'm remembered.

Understood.

Is it?

There'll be some hard choices to make.

So, you still want to know the truth?

I gather that you've spoken to your father.

You can assume I'm up to speed.

I can see we have issues to address.

Leo Dalton, he isn't going to go away.

What are my options?

Just say the word, and I'll deal with him.

Deal with him how?

You don't have to know everything.

Don't worry.

It won't be too drastic.

See to it.

It smells wonderful.

DR. NIKKI ALEXANDER: Hold that thought a little while longer.

Can I open my eyes yet?

Nope.

I think I'm going to need that.

Tough day?

Not one I expect to forget in a hurry.

Well, I spent mine thinking about my priorities.

Me, too.

Really?

So what are yours?

As of right now, a little less work--

Mm.

--a little more play--

hmm-- and the occasional tequila.

I'm guessing chilli.

You can open your eyes.

Chilli.

You were burgled?

While I was sleeping, yeah.

Don't you have an alarm?

Of course I do, after the last time.

But I don't set it when I'm at home.

So how did they get in?

Kitchen window.

Didn't hear a thing.

Who was it, Catwoman?

You're lucky you didn't wake up.

Things could've turned nasty.

Yeah, I know.

What's missing?

Well, they took a couple of spare euros

and some science medals.

If they'd taken my keys, they could have had my car.

Morning.

Leo's been burgled.

Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

They also took my father's watch, which they can't sell,

because it's got his name engraved on the back.

Take a day off and see what you miss?

Hah.

How was your day?

Nice.

Nikki Alexander?

Nikki, it's me.

Oh, hi.

Is Professor Dalton in his office?

No, but I know he's in the building.

Why?

He's about to get a visit.

Can you stay out of it?

I don't understand.

It's a disciplinary thing.

I really--

Disciplinary, what do you mean?

Sorry, Nikki, I really shouldn't be talking to you.

Professor Dalton?

Jennifer, what can I do for you?

It's not a friendly visit, Professor.

Oh.

Do you recognise these file numbers?

I remember the cases.

What about them?

They're all post-mortem records that were sealed

by court order.

Yet, this morning, they were found in a sports

bag on a rubbish skip.

Well, that's serious.

It is.

Well, they didn't come from here.

No.

Apparently, they came from your home.

What?

An engraved watch and your science awards

were in the same bag.

But that's impossible.

They're sealed records, accessible only

with the authority of a judge.

Can you explain to me how they got there?

No.

How did they make their way to you?

A member of the public handed them in.

Well, that's very convenient.

Did this same member of the public leave their name?

I've no idea.

The police saw the documents were sensitive

and contacted the Home Office.

You didn't mention the files when you reported the theft?

There were no files at my house.

You never take your work home.

Not these.

Where is this going?

Suspended?

Yeah.

Pending further investigation.

I think we can guess what that means.

But how did the files even get into your house?

They were never at my house.

This whole thing is some kind of a setup.

Everything they took had my name on it.

Set up?

Leo?

What?

What, you think I'm making something out of nothing?

Well, no, but why?

I don't know.

Perhaps you could ask James.

What do you mean?

Well, he's got a stake in Brimstead Fields.

I get redacted files from a fixer,

called David Loader, who's attached to his department.

His fingerprints are all over this.

Are you sure?

I'm really sorry.

Don't be.

Is this not evidence?

Striations don't match.

You don't think they'd actually kill

to silence an old man, do you?

With David Loader and his dirty tricks department on the job,

who knows?

Do something for me, will you?

Take another look at George Ryder.

Yeah.

VOICEMAIL: You have three new messages.

DR. NIKKI ALEXANDER : James, it's Nikki.

Will you call me?

James, pick up.

Will you please call me?

Heavy metal in the groundwater?

I'd never have known what to look for.

It may have caused a local blip in kidney disease,

but it's not what killed your son.

It's more of a signpost.

Everything is pointing towards this area.

That's Brimstead Wood.

Sometime in the '60s, there was a major incident.

Whatever it was, it was big.

I'm seeing very faint nail indentations and finger touch

pad contusions.

Why did no one see this before?

Some marks don't appear until 24 hours after death.

So Professor Dalton was right.

This wasn't just a shove in the chest with a bad outcome.

Have you compared the measurements

from Derren Blackburn's hands?

If this was a chin jab, then the marks on the victim's face

need to match the dimensions of the suspect's hand.

Derren Blackburn's hand is too small.

He's not the killer.

Someone else was there.

I'm going to swab the chin for contact DNA.

To the memory of Alan Simcock, Ron Boorman,

Edward Teague, who gave their lives

in the service of this community,

in recognition of their ultimate sacrifice,

12th of October, 1962.

Well, back then, you could wipe the record clean,

wait till the gossip died.

Try hiding a disaster nowadays.

Do the local children ever play in those words?

Peter would have told me if he did.

Ha-ha.

If children told their parents everything,

they'd die of fright.

There's nothing for October the 12th but listen to this.

November 12, 1962, an employee of Metrochemical Solutions

was rushed to the hospital when his vehicle overturned

during an operation to clear ash and debris in Brimstead

Wood, Buckinghamshire.

The clearance work, following a controlled burning operation

by the Forestry Commission, is due to continue for another six

weeks.

Controlled burning?

Yeah.

I had no idea.

DAVID LOADER: I see you're getting up to speed.

I'm sorry?

It's always a struggle the first couple of days.

David Loader.

Excuse me.

What do you do for James Embleton?

Today, I seem to be running his errands.

I'm returning the files.

Do put them somewhere safe.

How did they get out?

Professor Dalton broke the rules

and took them home, of course.

Why would he do that?

I wouldn't know.

Nice to meet you, David.

Should I take it off?

No.

Keep it on.

If it beeps, get your mask on as fast as possible.

If you get radioactive dust in your lungs,

it's impossible to get it out.

It'll kill you, eventually.

What are we looking for?

Some kind of a hot spot, some zone of contamination.

I can't see anything yet.

Heel of hand to tip of middle finger, 182.

So you reckon it was some kind of radiation accident

that never got cleaned up?

Yeah.

Easier to stick up a fence and a few signs and keep it quiet.

And if a few healthy kids die, so be it.

Let's have them do it for no obvious reason.

We know from the measurements that Clarissa

lifted from the glove, that my hand and David Loader's are

near enough the same size, right?

So the force was applied here, and the neck

broke in one swift jab.

Yeah, well that just shows that he could

have done it, not that he did.

Yeah, but we have contact DNA from the body and a sample

from David Loader.

Clarissa's checking for a match now.

Anything?

Something, but not much.

Tom!

You OK?

I'm all right!

I'm OK!

Get your mask on!

Quick!

Tom!

What are you doing?

Get your mask on!

Now!

Look at this.

There's been kids down here.

There's beer bottles, a fire.

This is a warhead cradle.

This train was carrying a nuclear warhead.

We've got to get out of here.

Come on, let's go.

Tom, come on!

As if a-- a train fire in a tunnel wasn't bad enough,

with a nuclear weapon on board, that's a disaster.

Did they not know?

I mean, they must have known.

Of course the knew.

And they knew the scale of it.

That's why they didn't own up or clean up.

And their answer was to--

was to bulldoze topsoil into a tunnel,

cover it over, put a fence around a hill, and then,

hey, presto, railway disappears.

And whoever made that decision probably died

safe in their own bed 20 years ago.

I've cleared out his room.

I don't believe in shrines.

If there's plutonium on Peter's clothes,

we'll know he'd been in the tunnel.

Eh, the clothes are in, uh-- are in the bags.

Not so much use if they're clean.

What about his shoes?

They're in one of the boxes.

There was drink and drugs, all sorts up there.

Hard to imagine Peter being part of that.

That's one of the hardest things for a parent

to give their child, isn't it?

What?

Freedom.

TEEN VIDEOGRAPHER: Are you rolling?

It's no good.

I can see the faces.

Keep-- keep going, I'll pixelate it out for online.

What are the doing?

It's called urban exploring.

TEEN VIDEOGRAPHER: Mate, you look beautiful.

That's Peter.

PETER HANCOCK: Look, someone's been down here before.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON: Do you know any of the other kids?

All of them.

PROFESSOR LEO DALTON: We need to find

them, get them checked out.

All right, lads, get in.

Get in here.

Raah.

Great.

When the weapon burned, it released

it's plutonium and uranium.

And the uranium salts washed down into the groundwater.

The dust in the tunnel is plutonium oxide.

Now Metrochemical was Sir William Embleton's waste

management company.

And they were brought in for the so-called cleanup operation.

Is he still alive?

He is, yeah.

His name is on a wing of the hospital

in which your son died.

What we do now?

I'll call the Health Protection Agency.

They've got emergency powers under the Civil Contingencies

Act.

OK.

Could you give me a second?

Tom?

Tom!

Tom?

TOM HANCOCK: I'm sorry, Leo.

Ahh.

Dr. Alexander, your visitor.

Nikki, I know it's too late.

You got my messages?

I got them all.

What was George Ryder going to tell Leo?

In 1962, there was a fire on a train

carrying a nuclear warhead.

It was hushed up.

No one wanted to admit what the dangers might be,

so they filled in the tunnel and pretended it never happened.

The government sold the land to my father for a pound.

They'd be rid of the responsibility,

and he could clean it up and make a profit.

But there was never going to be any profit.

So he put up a fence and forgot about it.

The land was a write-off, always will be.

You-- you don't want to be on it or near it.

And no government ever wants to deal with it.

And you were going to build on it?

How long have you known about this?

When we were together?

When we were having dinner in your flat?

When we were in bed, did you know then?

No, not then.

My father didn't tell me any of it.

I swear I knew nothing about it until he told me

a few days ago.

Who gave the order to discredit Leo?

Me.

And I'm sorry.

Tell me you didn't have George Ryder killed.

Should I have to?

David Loader works for you.

And the evidence will convict him.

You can't think I'm part of that.

You are a part of it, James.

One way or another, you are!

If I ever meant anything to you, you'll

put right what you did to Leo, now.

Pah.

Eh?

Eh.

Who are you?

Came here to say thanks for the legacy.

How did you get in here?

I have overalls, a badge, a four-by-four with my name

on it.

I can pretty much get into anywhere I want.

You won't need your panic button.

If you think you're scaring me, think again.

What do you want?

People told me my boy's illness was just bad luck.

And I couldn't live with that.

So I started looking for any mad explanation--

power lines outside his bedroom, junk food, his mobile phone.

See, my wife, Stella, with her prayers and her miracle

diets, she was just doing the same thing.

I can see that now.

But all along, ha, it was this.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Dust from the tunnel under Brimstead Wood.

God knows how many kids have been

exposed to this in their camp-outs, parties, picnics

under the stars.

Professor Dalton showed me how my boy died.

But I want you to tell me why.

Come on, as one father to another, will you tell me?

One father to another, hmm?

All right.

Your fault.

My fault?

Yes!

For not teaching your son to stay out of

places where he wasn't supposed to be!

Hah.

That's your answer?

That's all you're getting from me.

Do your worst.

OK.

Tom Hancock says he kidnapped you.

Eh, I said no police.

I'm DI Cherry.

This is Leo Dalton.

Oh, the problem professor.

What do you want?

I know about the tunnel fire in '62.

I'm not talking to you.

There is a hazmat team out there

on its way to securing the area.

They need information to work with.

And right now, all they've got is a teenager's YouTube video.

Any information that you can give us is going to help.

Or what?

You'll send in the angry plumber again?

He had his chance.

He bottled it.

I said to him, do your worst.

And he just said, OK.

Hmph.

Just that?

Yeah.

Well, that's all he said?

Tell David Loader I want to seem him.

He's on his way down.

Your father is trying to get hold of you.

He says it's urgent.

Not now.

Shut the door.

The builder's son didn't kill the old man, did he?

What are they saying?

Don't play games with me, David.

What did you do?

I didn't intend him any harm.

It got out of hand.

For god's sake, David, are you completely out of control?

Yes.

That's how it works.

I'm the rogue employee you get to blame if it ever goes wrong.

It's gone wrong.

I thought you and that Nikki woman had an understanding.

She understands me better than I understood her.

You might want to call your solicitor.

They know you killed George Ryder.

The police are probably on their way.

There's a protocol for times like this.

Waiting around for the police isn't part of it.

I have to go.

No!

Stay out, Kristen.

Don't come in.

I really have to go.

Wait.

David, seriously, don't open the door.

Right, everybody out of the building, now.

Get out!

Now!

FEMALE REPORTER : Anti-terrorist and bomb squad

officers were called to the central London

office of Lord James Embleton, the Minister of Science,

earlier today.

Several government buildings in Westminster

were evacuated after a so far unidentified chemical

was released into the private office of Lord Embleton.

He and a male colleague, thought to be an advisor,

have been rushed to hospital.

Both men are said to be in a critical condition.

Scotland Yard refused to give any information regarding

the nature of the chemical.

But a source close to police said

they believed the attack was targeted at the Minister.

James Embleton, son of Sir William Embleton, owner

of Metrochemicals, was a rising star in the government

and tipped for a cabinet position in the near future.