04x06 - Episode 6

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It was a trap.

I walked Hass straight into it.

You have to catch them, Lana.
You've got to catch them.

Sorry I'm late.
Sorry, who are you?

Erm, Kai.
Kai?

This is Kai Gadley, our expert
from Atomic Weapons Establishment.

I came in this morning from France.

Just a case,
that's all I had to bring.

The men he delivered to
were speaking Farsi over the phone.

There you go.
They want it to look like Iran.

There was radioactive material
in the aircraft.

No time to lose, Professor.

It's the g*n barrel method.

It fires the smaller piece
into the larger piece,

and you achieve critical mass.

Which means what, exactly?
Chain reaction. Mushroom cloud.

Everyone dead.

Run, Neil!

That's amazing. Congratulations.

I'm not going anywhere. I mean it.

I can't take it any more.
I can't lose anyone else.

You lot in the right place?
Can I see your IDs?

Get my men through security.
Think of your brother.

He was an easy mark.
He had a real thirst for money.

GRUNTING

You're trying to tell me
that Morgan put that on you? Yeah.

You don't think
that she's capable of that?

I know she's not capable of that.

They wanted to make it look like
it was Iran. Who?

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

The f*cking Americans.

Why?

So their government would go to w*r.

What about the nuclear weapon?
Where is it?

The game, Lana, is almost over.

What match are you taking
your boy to, then?

It's a friendly.
Er, us versus the USA.

So 5-0 to us, then.

EDDIE LAUGHS Hopefully.

Call it off.
I can't, not with my employers.

They always have
an insurance policy.

White Sun Event confirmed.

DC HACKETT: White Sun? What is that?
KAI: That's a nuclear weapon.

It's at the England-USA game.

Officers reporting DS Morgan
walking out through the cordon.

FRANCIS ON RADIO:
'Gold Command to EXPO 1.

'Bronze 2
is armed and compromised.'

Jesus. What the hell
is she playing at?

'What an amazing thing it is
that you do.'

A selfless thing.

But you can't save everyone.

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome your teams
for this evening,

the United States of America
and England!

CHEERING

RHYTHMIC CLAPPING
CROWD: England!

England!

England!

England!

We're two minutes out.
IN DISTANCE: England!

Right, everyone, listen up.
This is now the CTPOR.

I want intelligence here,
surveillance here.

Where are firearms?
Sir.

Good. Get yourself ready. Mr Gadley.

Yep.
You're good where you are.

I know.

COBRA, sir.
Thank you.

The Counter Revolutionary Warfare
team are being despatched now.

ETA from Hereford is 45 minutes.

We may not have 45 minutes.

Tell Trojan 1 CTSFOs are gonna
have to take the lead on this. Sir.

Sir.

Yes. White Sun Event suspected.

Yes, we have EXPO en route
as we speak.

CTSFOs providing close protection.

Yes... No, I see.

Right. Understood. Sir.

Lana has to confirm
the presence of the device

before the Government considers
next steps.

That would be my advice.

She already said it's there.

She has to be face-to-face with it.

RADIO: 'EXPO 1,
this is Gold Command.'

Gold Command, this is EXPO 1.

A plan is being put in place
to evacuate the stadium.

No, don't evacuate. Evacuation
will just complicate the situation.

There are 80,000 people inside.
'Yes, I know.'

But hundreds of thousands of people
will die if this detonates, OK?

'You need to trust me.
Keep everyone in the stadium.'

Don't cause any panic,

otherwise, I won't be able
to find the f*cking b*mb.

CHATTER Let's go!

PHIL: Armed police coming through!

CROWD CHEERING
IN DISTANCE

Erm, this is where you leave us.

What?
I mean it.

What are you talking about?
I've made my mind up.

Lana, I'm not waiting here
to just...

I don't know the outcome of this,
OK?

And if this all goes south,

then I want you
to get the f*ck out of here.

You're about to become a dad. You've
got your family to look after, OK?

I wanna make sure of that.
You can't expect me...

Listen, no,
this is not just an order.

I'm asking you as a mate.
This is serious.

All right. Don't do anything stupid.

I became an EXPO, didn't I?

DC HACKETT: 'EXPO 1, you're
cleared through gate Juliet five.'

Look, good luck, yeah?

Keep an eye on her. Please.
I will.

Ready?
Ready.

Right, they won't have
made this easy for us.

Keep in mind they always have
an insurance policy.

Stay alert.
Copy that.

On me.

CROWD CHEERING
IN DISTANCE

AMERICAN VOICE ON RADIO:
'Take security gate four.

'They'll let you through.'

BEEP Arms out, please.

BEEPING

OK, yeah, thank you.

Bag down, please.

Arms out.

Can I have a look in your bag, please?

This is Commander John Francis.
The time is 15:45.

I'm wearing this recording device
to ensure an accurate record

of the decisions made here today.

EXPO 1 is on her way
to the suspected nuclear device

at the England versus United States
football match.

The way this device will be built,
it's likely EXPO 1

will only have a short amount
of time to work on it,

or she's risking
serious radiation exposure.

Well, how long has she got?

It's impossible to guess without
taking readings of it in situ.

Well, do we need to tell her?

No. She knows that's her job.

This is what she does.

If it's a choice
between her health

and the lives of hundreds of
thousands of people, maybe millions,

then she knows what to do.

COMPUTER BEEPS

What is it?

Newly positioned satellite
has a radiation spike.

Can't be accurate to
more than 50 metres, but it's there.

The b*mb's in the stadium.

Patch us into the live link
with COBRA, quickly. Sir.

Right, I want officers
to keep people in their seats.

They're to avoid drawing
the public's attention

as much as they can.

If they find anything suspicious,

they are not, I repeat,
not to approach.

CROWD ROARING

CROWD EXCLAIM

Come on, ref.

RHYTHMIC CLAPPING
CROWD: England!

England!

Right, we're looking
for a large container,

something big enough to fit
a four, five-foot-long barrel. OK.

CROWD: Oh!

The stadium's got six floors.

The optimum place to put
a nuclear weapon is at height.

They're gonna wanna create
an airburst.

So we'll start at the top,
make our way down, yeah? Copy that.

OK.

Will do.

The Prime Minister
is being moved underground

as a precautionary measure.

Right.

And NASOC have scrambled
two RAF Typhoons

armed with JDAM-equipped bombs.

Scrambling fighter jets? For what?

Depending on the kind of weapon
that EXPO identifies,

the Typhoons will be available
to strike the stadium.

To what end?
A successful strike would disrupt

the weapon's ability
to fire a chain reaction.

And what about the people
in the stadium?

There are 80,000 people inside.
I know.

What happens if the strike
is unsuccessful?

Could they... Could they
still detonate the weapon?

If they're on target,

the percentage chance
of a detonation is less than 1%.

And the chance of a radiation leak?

That's... higher.

As I said, at the moment,
the jets are an insurance policy,

a-a "break in case of emergency".

Well, let's just hope
the PM's definition of "emergency"

is the same as everyone else's.

Because at best,
it's now us bombing the stadium.

And how do we explain that
to the Americans?

We tell them the truth.
No, he's right.

The Americans will never accept
their own people were behind this.

We'll have to give them
someone else.

You mean
we'll have to give them Iran?

Our best course of action
is to find the b*mb and disarm it.

DC HACKETT:
'All Trojan and EXPO units -

'stadium staff
have locked off service corridors.

'They should be clear for you.'

PHIL: Copy that.

Sorry, we've shut this area
to the public.

You're gonna have to go back down
to the next gate, please.

Armed police. We're coming through.

CROWD SINGING
IN DISTANCE

CROWD ROARING
INTENSIFIES

AMERICAN VOICE ON RADIO:
'Await further instruction.'

EXHALES

GASPS

BREATHES HEAVILY

EXHALES SHARPLY

You lot, go and get everything
in the lift

and downstairs in under five. Move.

CROWD CHEERING

PHIL: Come on, let's move.

It's 30 minutes to detonation.
We keep watch for another 15.

Make sure no-one interferes,
and then we withdraw.

sh**t anyone who tries
to get in the way. Right?

Hold your positions
and lock it down.

They're impersonating
police officers. Trust no-one.

Detonation, 30 minutes.

Check.

Tuck in.
I'll come back once it's clear.

Don't move.

How many of you are there?

GRUNTS

One mercenary down.
ON RADIO: 'Copy that.'

You ready?

Armed police!

PHIL BREATHES SHAKILY

On me. Stay close.

CTSFO: Contact front!

Ready?
Ready.

Moving!
Moving!

In, in, in.

f*ck.

Wash. Wash, got no choice.
You're gonna have to go on your own.

We'll keep them busy.
OK.

Take this.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Been a while.

HE CHUCKLES

Find the b*mb, OK?

See the stairwell


I'm ready.

Moving!

Armed police! Weapons down!

EXPO 1, Gold Command.
Can you hear me?

'Gold Command, EXPO 1,
I can hear you.'

What's your sitrep?

'Bombers plan to detonate
White Sun in two-five.

'Repeat, 25 minutes.'

Timer set.

'Four Trojans are in need of urgent
assistance on the fifth floor.

'We've had contact with the mercs.

'They're impersonating
police officers. All armed.'

I'm still looking for the device.
'Received.

'We'll alert all our officers
on site.'

How long until the SAS team
are there?

They won't make it.

Assistance on its way.

Kicking off downstairs.
We're pulling out.

CONVERSATION CONTINUES
IN DISTANCE

MERCENARY:
Yeah. Yeah, it's just me now.

What do I do with the prisoner?

g*n CLICKS

LUKE MOANS

MUFFLED SCREAM,
MUFFLED g*nsh*t

BREATHES HEAVILY

LUKE WHIMPERS

LUKE MOANS

HE GASPS,
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

HE EXHALES Thank you.

Stand up.
HE GROANS

SHE STRAINS

Come on. You OK?

SHE SHRIEKS
You idiot! You f*cking stupid idiot!

I didn't...
You've ruined my life.

People have died because of you.

You should have left me.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Helen.

HE GROANS

HE INHALES SHARPLY

Listen to me.

You have to tell me everything
that you have heard.

Everything that you've seen.

OK?
OK.

Come on.

Erm... Stay here, all right?

OK.

I've got you, I've got you.
HE GROANS

SHE GRUNTS

OK.

KEYPAD TAPS

RINGING TONE

PHONE RINGS

'Helen?'
I have some information.

They're saying you're the mole.
Tell me they're lying.

Helen?

I had no choice.
'There's always a choice.'

Where the f*ck are you?
'Lana, you know I can't say that.'

You know we're gonna find you.
Just listen to me.

I know where the device is.

'It's a utility storeroom,
section Mike 50.'

'Why would I believe you?
Batra. The Commander.

'People are dead, Helen,
because of you.'

I never wanted any of that.

I will not have the deaths
of thousands on my conscience,

so say it back to me.

'What have you done?'
Say it.

Storeroom, section Mike 50.
What have you done?

'Just do what you do.'

Disarm the b*mb.

DISCONNECT TONE,
CROWD ROARING

I'm on the wrong f*cking side.

Device located.

Section M50.
Repeat, section Mike 50.

LANA ON RADIO: 'Section M50.
Section Mike 50.' Understood.

COBRA's online, sir.
Thank you.

This is Commander John Francis.

ON SPEAKER:
'John, hi. It's the CDS.'

We have the device's location, sir.

We're looking at section Mike 50,
in the west side of the stadium.

If I might add, I have total faith
in our lead EXPO on the ground.

Lana Washington is the best we have.

'Good. That's... That's reassuring
to know, Commander.'

We're all aware
of what's at stake, sir.

CROWD ROARING

Come on, England!

All I ask is we give her
the maximum amount of time possible.

Call off the jets.

'John, what we're facing
is unprecedented.

'And what we have to do, is we have
to make the least worst decision.'

Stand still! Put the g*n down!
I'm EXPO.

Put the g*n down!

I'm here to deal with the device.

How do I know?
Look at my uniform.

That doesn't mean anything.

A sergeant just shot
at one of my mates.

So how the hell can I trust you?

Yeah, no, I know, mate. We're...
We're facing a terror attack.

But I'm telling you, I'm an EXPO.

I'll show you my ID.
Don't!

What's your name?
I'm not telling you that.

Look, you'd have shot at me
if you were one of them,

so I'm gonna trust you.

I'm gonna put my g*n down.

I'm putting it down, OK?

Now I'm hoping you can trust me,
I can trust you,

so I can go and do my job.

What kind of device is it?
It's big.

If I don't get to it quick, a lot of
people are gonna die, including you.

CATCHES BREATH

OK.

Right. Section M50. Where is it?
It's this way.

Right, let's move.
Let's go, let's go.

CROWD EXCLAIM

WHISTLE BLOWS

Grab me that fire extinguisher.

BREATHES HEAVILY

Device located.

COMMANDER FRANCIS:
'Copy that. We need to move fast.'

APPLAUSE

Hiya. Listen...
Sorry, sir, we've shut this exit.

Please return to your seat.
I understand.

Listen, are you dealing
with something at the moment?

Everything is fine, sir.
Look, I've got my kid sitting there.

What's going on?

Nothing, sir, just routine.
Please don't worry.

Stand back.

Right, get as far back as you can.

SOFTLY: OK.

Is Kai there?
I'm here.

I'm here. 'OK, it looks like
what we prepped for.

'The g*n barrel method.'
Any chance you can lift it?

Er, no. No, I can't lift it.

Otherwise, I would have said,

get it as deep as you can
to lessen the impact of the b*mb.

Negative. I'm just gonna have
to deal with it here and now.

OK.

f*cking hell!

Right, no surprises here,
they're using anti-tamper screws.

That would be
my recommendation, sir.

OK.

The decision's been made.

The Typhoons will begin
their bombing run

when there's ten minutes left.

But... But six minutes
to work on the device isn't enough.

That's all she's going to get.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

'Gold Command, EXPO 1.

'I'm gonna have to break this open,

'but I reckon
there's just enough time.'

You tell her.

I'm afraid not, EXPO 1.

Say again?

'We've just had confirmation
from COBRA.

'Fast Air will commence a bombing
run in just under six minutes.'

A direct hit to this device will
still k*ll everyone in the stadium.

'And there'd be a high chance
of radiation leakage.'

This is seen as
the least worst decision, Lana.

Gold Command, EXPO 1.

Stop the f*cking jets.
I can disarm the device.

But there's no way we can do that.

It's the Prime Minister's call
alone.

Right. If in doubt, use expl*sives.

Kai, if I put a charge
on the device,

that'll separate the two parts, right?

Erm...

Y-Yes. Yes, that could work.

Just... Just don't break the sphere.

SCOFFS
Yeah, just don't break the sphere.

Strike package ready and waiting.
Four minutes thirty to threshold.

CONTROL:
'Victor 1-1, Victor 1-2,

'own navigation into 3-2-3-Echo.

'You're cleared into airspace.'

'1, copied.'
'2, copied.'

'Awaiting final strike clearance.'

CROWD: Oh!

SIGHS

Come on.

Oh, come on. Not today.

Yeah, not great timing.
Erm, I've run out of dets.

'EXPO 1 Bravo's got them.
I sent him home.'

KAI: 'EXPO 1, d-do you have any
other way to detonate the charge?'

GRUNTING,
LANA GASPS

CROWD CHEERING,
CLAPPING

To the wall! Argh! Argh!

SHE GROANS
Shots fired! EXPO hit!

Possible sn*per, firing from an
elevated position directly opposite.

All units,
locate that sn*per immediately.

He said an elevated position
directly opposite. Where is that?

DC HACKETT: Section Papa, sir.

'sn*per location,
section Papa, sixth floor.'

CRIES OUT

I need to put pressure on this.

Get back! Get back!
I need to check the charge.

BREATHES HEAVILY

GROANS

EXHALES

Armed police!
SHE GRUNTS

sn*per neutralised.

'Say again. X-ray is down.'

Threshold reached.
Typhoons commencing approach.

COMMAND: 'Victor 1-1, Victor 1-2.
Strike clearance granted.'

'Copy. 1 ready, inbound.'

'2 ready. Five by five.
Confirm 60 seconds until strike.'

No, get back!

Cover your ears.
I'm gonna fire. OK...

'Four is armed.
b*mb release countdown commencing.'

'I'm firing.'

CROWD ROARING

Three...
CHEERING

RHYTHMIC CLAPPING
CROWD: England!

Two...

one!

The tube...

Check the tube. Check the tube.
Is it broken?

Er... Yeah, it's broken.

And the sphere, is it intact?

Yeah, it looks good.

Radio.

EXPO 1. Device neutralised.

Device neutralised.
Stop bombing run.

COMMAND: '1 and 2, abort strike.
Abort strike. Broken Tango.'

'1 abort.'

'2 abort.'

'Stand by for roll-out heading.'

JETS WHOOSH

COMMANDER FRANCIS:
'EXPO 1, you are safe.'

EXHALES

Hey! Over here!

MUFFLED VOICES

CROWD CHEERING,
WHISTLING

PARAMEDIC, MUFFLED:
Haemorrhaging really badly.

MUFFLED VOICES

One, two...

Hello? Can you hear me?
Got really bad haemorrhaging.

INAUDIBLE

HASS: All right, where is she?
SONYA: Oh, no.

Where's the latest recruit?
DANNY: Oh, God.

Hey.
Here she is.

Oh, are you tired? Tired?
Come to see the new boss?

You wanna sleepy? Sleepy?

There she is. Hey.

Wanna come meet her?
Look at that.

This'll be us soon.

LAUGHTER

I'm joking, you prick!
His face!

All right, language.

Oh, mate. These little feet.

Hello, gorgeous. What's happening?

Do you want a job?
You've got the job.

You know people in important places.

Hey, give her a second.
HASS CHUCKLES

Congrats, man.
Thank you.

Hey, seriously, well done, man.
I'm proud of you, son.

Lana would be proud too.

TV PLAYS IN FRENCH

Luke?

TV CONTINUES

Be careful.

BEEPING

You know how this goes, don't you?
I just press one button.

You wouldn't.
Oh, I would.

I'm not an EXPO any more.

How did you find me?

Took some time,
but we got there in the end.

My brother?

He was arrested this morning.
French police have him in custody.

He's fine.

How do you know?
Well, I'm not gonna k*ll him.

Come on, then, Helen.

Tell me. What happened?

You betrayed me.

You betrayed my team.

Why?

I didn't know who to trust.

Hm. They're still out there.

They're being dealt with.
OK, but they have people everywhere.

They didn't have me, though.

I... I...

I couldn't see
any other alternative.

They would have k*lled him.

I had no choice
but to work for them.

So was it worth it?

Batra. Quentin. Neil.

They're dead. Because of you.

Hass could have easily
have been one of them.

And the stadium.
I mean, tens of thousands of people.

I don't think you realise
how close we came.

You don't know the life
that me and my brother have had.

Yeah, well,
your job is bigger than him.

We protect millions. Not one.

I know that's a lot.
Maybe it's too much.

But they're the sacrifices
we make, OK?

You've gotta be ready for that.

BEEPING Oh.

That's a shame.

GASPS

Hope you spend your time wisely.

HELEN EXHALES

She's all yours.
BREATHES HEAVILY

GIGN! Bouge pas!

A genoux!

Mains sur la tete!

OK, that's all the confession
you should need.

Thanks.

Can you make sure
that gets to Francis?

Will do.
That is me done.

Are you sure?

Hello, you.

Have you been a good girl?
Have you been a good girl?

Give me a kiss.
Oh, that's nice. Oh, that's nice.

I was gonna ask you to read the map,
but you're sat on it.

Maybe we don't need a map.

Eh?

Oh, thank you.

Right, shall we hit the road?
Sit down.

ENGINE STARTS