26x08 - Hearts of Darkness - Part 2

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Now, thanks to the vision

of the Stratton family.

The whole region will benefit from the

creation of a new high-speed rail link.

To think Frankie arranged all this.

You must be very proud.

How many fatalities?

They're saying two so far.

Over 30 wounded.

You think I had something

to do with this?

Hannah Coles is dead isn't she?

Was she the target for this thing?

We want people to see the damage

they're doing to this planet,

not You think this is his fault?

This isn't how it was meant to be.

Hannah Coles. What could have

happened to her?

- You married?

- Yes.

Can you imagine life without her?

Aoife not what you expected?

- She's very protective of Cara.

- Yeah.

- And of you!

- Oh, dear.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Hold your positions.

I need paramedics at the tunnel.

Get the b*mb disposal team back now!

We need every officer

at the perimeter cordon,

stop anyone trying to leave!

We're at the camp, we're going in.

- The police are here.

- What?

- Trevor.

- I'll be fine.

- Where were you, Anthony?

- You out of here.

Your phone was beeping half the night.

Who's Donna?

Are you checking my phone?

They're coming for us.

Anyone seen Anthony Barzani yet?

Police affecting entry.

Really got to go.

- Why can't you talk about it?

- What?

What is it that you really want, Aoife?

Well, years ago when we were lying

in my bed together,

you said you wouldn't regret

what we did.

I know you love Cara.

I think you once loved me too.

Why can't you admit it?

We knew then that this couldn't last.

I've moved on.

So should you.

If not for me, then do it for Cara.

Jack Hodgson. Yeah. On my way.

Sorry, Aoife.

Trevor! Trevor, come on.

They're coming, they're coming!

Come on, come on.

Dr Alexander?

Professor Folukoya.

Sorry, I'm early.

I'm here to see my dad.

Sergeant John Pryor.

I'm afraid Dr Alexander's at

an inquest today.

Last-minute change of plans.

Is it a bad time?

No, no. Not at all. This way, please.

- You go on, I can't.

- I'm not leaving you.

Trevor?

- Don't hate me.

- What?

What are you talking about? It's OK,

you're going to be OK.

We're going to get you out of here.

Hey! We need help over here!

Now!

They're coming. It's going to be all

right, you're going to be all right.

We'll go somewhere, just like you said.

Be together, just you and me.

I'm not sure I can do this.

Some people prefer not to.

Prefer to remember them living.

I've not seen him for months.

It was like that.

I knew he loved me and was there

when I

What would you do?

I don't know.

I've often wondered what I'd do.

You came this far, though.

Ladies.

It looks like a second device was

placed near the front carriage.

Didn't get it right the first time,

- so they came back to finish the job.

- What happened?

A journalist, she's been sniffing

around since the first blast.

We found her in the middle carriage.

She said she saw someone in the tunnel,

but she's barely conscious, she

couldn't give us any details.

She was right there when the b*mb

went off. She could be involved.

Or she could have been att*cked

by whoever planted the device.

Send us her clothing,

see what we can find.

Raymond. You've got Balzani?

I'm on my

Christ.

Yep.

Another fatality. One of the protestors.

What's that? Is it where he fell?

Did someone hit him?

He should be in his uniform.

He loved the army.

Why did he leave?

When I was younger,

he was court-martialled

for smuggling dr*gs.

Because of me.

I had to have surgery on my back.

I couldn't walk properly.

We needed money, so he started

smuggling dr*gs from Kosovo.

Did Bob Stratton know? They were

in the army together, right?

Yeah.

Bob kept it quiet.

They were loyal to each other like that.

When Dad got kicked out of the army,

it broke him,

and his relationship with my mum.

But he said he'd do it all over

again if it meant helping me.

It's not him, is it?

What do you mean?

His spirit's gone

..and that's what I want to remember.

Does Frankie know he's dead?

I believe so.

She and Dad got on really well.

He taught her how to sh**t and fish.

Called her a fearless little thing.

Not like me.

Then their mum, Charlotte, d*ed

and the family's never been the same.

Bob tried to help Dad,

get him work where he could,

let him live on the land.

Then Bob Stratton decided to

sell the property?

The woods were going and so was Dad.

Did he bear a grudge, you think?

Your father?

Wouldn't you?

Last few years

Dad really went down hill.

I should have done more.

I think Frankie was the only one who

really stayed close to him.

Thank you, Professor.

Dr Alexander's on her way.

Trevor Taylor, one of the protestors.

Apparently he fell

when the activists stormed

the train after the crash.

Stormed? I thought

they went to help the victims?

It doesn't look like that now, does it?

He was coughing up blood after

the fall, according to Barzani.

Internal bleeding?

That's a Nikki question.

Any sign of a g*nsh*t wound?

Not that I can see.

This was hidden in the undergrowth.

Blood on it.

Presumably the w*apon

used on John Pryor.

Twin flex wire.

So the expl*sives were

placed in the tunnel

but detonated from up here,

just like the first device.

Oh, God.

What? What is it?

8:00am.

I was meant to be in the tunnel then.

If I hadn't been late, I'd be dead.

Well, it's lucky you had that extra

bowl of Shreddies, then.

OK, Donna.

Detective Sergeant Chainey.

CTU. Human Intelligence Branch.

What are you doing here?

They came to the camp,

arrested everyone.

The police must have evidence.

They don't need evidence, they've

been hounding us for months.

Making our lives hell.

I told you not to get involved

with those people.

Those people?

Of course you'd other them, Dad.

The only difference between them and you

is that they have their eyes open.

"Those people" are trying to save

you, save the planet.

You say you want to

save the world, Frankie,

but all you do is destroy things.

That tunnel.

- This family.

- Can we please not start this?

I'm glad the tunnel was blown up.

I'm sorry people d*ed,

but this land has been saved.

This land was going to save

the community,

bring thousands of jobs.

You're not that naive, Dad.

Hannah Coles didn't

care about anyone but herself.

Mum would never have sold up.

She knew how precious this land is.

You sound just like your mother,

Francesca.

There's nothing special about Elmwood.

It's just like thousands

of others in this country,

hidden behind high walls,

preserved for the few.

Tear them all down, I reckon!

Put them to use!

Suddenly you care?

You turned Mum's home into a circus.

Train rides and Rotary Club booze-ups.

This place is k*lling us.

I've lived poor and I've lived rich.

I can't say rich was any better.

Stop it, both of you.

If Mum heard you like this

Let's talk about Mum, then.

That journalist said she'd been

looking into Mum's death.

She spoke to Mum's consultant,

he'd given her at least a year.

- He was wrong.

- Dad!

Come on.

What happened?

What really happened to Mum?

Your mother was never going to

fade away, Frankie.

A woman like that.

Like her horses, when they broke a leg.

A kindness, she called it.

- Dad. Did you?

- No.

Not even when she begged me to.

She k*lled herself.

Jesus.

Why didn't you tell us, Dad?

You both worshipped her.

I didn't want to change that.

Why do you think

I need to leave this place?

She could have had another year with us,

if she'd wanted.

- Frankie, we need to leave.

- If you run, they'll think you're guilty.

- In their eyes she already is.

- Philip.

Dad, I promised Mum I'd protect this

family, and I'm trying.

Trevor Taylor was an undercover officer.

Not his real name, I get it.

Trevor had been in the group

for three months.

We had intelligence that certain

individuals were planning

- mass-impact events.

- Bombings?

This group had become

completely radicalised.

It always starts pure and local

but it never stays that way.

- If you say so.

- Mr Hodgson, was my operative m*rder*d?

I don't know.

His body has been sent to The Lyell.

I'm sorry.

Just find out how he d*ed.

I need to know.

Apologies, I'm not as

quick on my feet, after the crash.

I'm Detective Superintendent Gibbs,

Mr Stratton.

It seems a large quantity of fertiliser

was ordered on the estate account

in the last couple of months.

That's a mistake.

Nobody but me can make orders like that.

Well, we'll need to take your

fingerprints,

- and anyone else who lives or works here.

- OK.

Hi.

I know this man,

I saw him in the triage area after

the first expl*si*n.

He said he'd fallen off the carriage.

That might explain the bruising here.

I told them

he needed to go to the hospital.

I'm not sure they took your advice.

How was it with Emma Pryor?

Fine.

Yes.

It's not easy, the living side of death.

She, um, thanked me.

- Hugged me.

- Sounds like it was good you were there.

There's a left-sided collection

within the chest, could be blood.

Multiple left-sided rib fractures.

How's she doing?

Scans are OK, she's heavily sedated

but they think she might be able

to talk later today.

We did a little digging.

Turns out Bela Nasir's brother is

a climate change protestor.

Glued himself to the M40 six weeks ago.

Is he still there?

You think she has the same sympathies?

Let's get her clothing to the

Lyell Centre.

We'll see if the journalist is

actually the story.

Fresh blood.

A large haemothorax with fractured ribs.

The fractured ribs have torn

the intercostal vessels.

Blood has been building

up inside his chest,

eventually collapsing his lung and

sending him in to hypovolemic shock.

So, potentially consistent with

the protestor's story.

A heavy fall? Absolutely.

Thank you.

The clothes have been bagged for you,

as well as the DNA and g*nsh*t residue

test from his arrest.

You have something of a reputation,

Mr Barzani.

Striking a police officer

at a climate change rally, 2017.

Altercation with a motorist

at a motorway protest, 2018.

Threatening behaviour at COP.

All charges dropped.

You must have a good lawyer.

Is that a question?

Here's a better one.

Someone using an alias sent six

messages to Hannah Coles' phone,

threatening to k*ll her if she

didn't end support for the rail link.

That was you, wasn't it?

Don't like that one? Try this.

Can you explain why your DNA was

found on Hannah Coles' body?

I answered that already.

I took her pulse. She was dead.

Is that when you and Trevor Taylor

got on the train together?

Checking your handiwork?

We heard the crash,

Trevor wanted to help.

I went with him.

Which was when you say Trevor Taylor

sustained the injuries that k*lled him.

He, um

He fell,

he fell hard.

He said he was OK.

- But he wasn't.

- He's lying about the fall.

He must have hit him,

caused the broken ribs.

We think that's unlikely,

given the force involved.

His story is consistent

with our findings.

Whose side are you on?

Science and probability.

Whose side are you on?

So you care so much about the planet,

that you'll thr*aten to k*ll?

The k*lling's already happening,

here, right now.

Those lights.

That plastic. This concrete.

You drive home,

open your fridge, have a shower.

k*lling kids who aren't even

conceived yet.

So v*olence is necessary?

Wake us up out of our stupor,

save us from ourselves?

The house is on fire?

Did Trevor feel the same way?

We talked about it a lot. He understood.

You're sure about that?

- So, you knew Trevor really well?

- I knew him.

We were close.

Not that close.

Trevor Taylor wasn't his real name.

Did you know that?

No.

Something else you didn't know.

Trevor Taylor was an undercover

police officer.

Bollocks, he was.

You're lying.

He was gathering information

all about the protestors

but mainly about you, Anthony.

That's bullshit.

Trevor wasn't

Don't hate me.

What? What are you talking about?

He didn't know.

Yeah.

So we know all about you, Mr Barzani.

Every conversation, every plan,

every thought.

Professor Folukoya?

I've asked for the injuries

to your arm to be examined.

What if I say no?

A refusal could be

used against you in court.

Please roll up your sleeves, Mr Barzani.

How'd you get those?

I got them running through

the woods this morning.

We want to know whether they're

consistent with defensive

or offensive injuries.

Now, I'm going to take some swabs.

You planned the bombing.

You sh*t John Pryor

when he refused to cooperate.

You boarded the train.

When the expl*sives misfired,

you strangled Hannah Coles,

and you set the second device.

You're not saving the planet, Anthony.

You're not even saving yourself.

All right?

- All right, Jack?

- What have we got?

Quite an Aladdin's cave.

Gaffer tape,

cement mixer

for mixing the HME.

Mmm. Boxes of lead sh*t.

So, Stratton says Anthony Barzani

struck up

a friendship with

John Pryor since he came here.

And we found a key to this

shed in Pryor's possessions.

So Anthony enlisted John.

All the lost souls?

Oh, I've got you a present.

John Pryor's mobile.

RLC retrieved it from under the train.

Thanks. I'll try and resurrect it.

Great.

Still no word?

I thought she'd be with you.

No, Aoife, I've been out all day.

Did you call Gabriel?

- Yeah. She's not there.

- Uni?

She doesn't have any lectures today.

- I have texted her 100 times.

- Is this about us?

Do you think I'd use Cara just to

speak to you?

- I'm not that desperate.

- No. I mean has she gone off

- because of us? All the confusion

- Confusion?

- You know what I mean.

- Are you confused, Jack?

No. I just mean

She needs certainty.

Right? And we can give her that.

Where have you been?

Where's your phone?

Did you not get our messages?

No! Not good enough

Wait, wait, wait. Calm down.

- Jesus, Jack.

- Yeah.

I'm in trouble, aren't I?

Face not recognised.

Try a fingerprint.

Ah.

There we go.

I thank you.

Is that blood?

I tasted it, and it's not Sriracha.

Let's see if it's John Pryor's.

If you're bored, Velvy, that's the

journalist Bela Nasir's clothing.

It needs swabbing.

Is this hers?

Yeah, why not?

Don't know, it seems fancy.

I put Trevor in because we believed

Anthony Barzani was

agitating for more direct action.

You knew he was planning to

blow up the tunnel?

Not the detail,

but certainly the intent.

And you think Frankie Stratton

was onboard?

She's young, impressionable.

Anthony has a very persuasive

personality.

You make it sound like a cult.

That's exactly what it is.

You have to be introduced.

Trevor met Frankie and once he got

her onboard

she introduced him to Anthony.

Frankie was the key.

Do you ever dream about her?

Mum?

I try.

I mean, I thought I would, but

It's like she won't come and see me.

I think she's angry with me.

Why? You were always her favourite.

Her little soldier.

We can't stay here forever, Philip.

You know that.

It's just until the police have gone.

They found bags of fertiliser

in the old barn.

Same stuff that was used for the

b*mb in the tunnel.

You won, Frankie.

So, what,

you're thinking that Anthony and

Frankie Stratton made an expl*sive

device and moved it into the tunnel?

- And Trevor knew nothing about it?

- Anthony knows what he's doing, he

split the group into cells. That way

plans don't leak.

We have evidence that Anthony and Trevor

shared the same tent.

In fact, both their DNA was found

in the same sleeping bag.

That proves nothing.

Trevor was playing a part,

he was experienced,

he would never get too close.

And now he's playing

the part of a dead person.

They'd started a relationship,

hadn't they?

When was the last time

Trevor was in contact?

- When did you last get any intel?

- It's been a while.

Could he have been doubting his mission?

- He'd grown close to Anthony.

- No.

He wouldn't do that.

Why didn't Trevor get treatment

after the fall?

He wanted to get back in right away,

find out who was responsible for the

bombing.

- And you let him?

- I encouraged him.

Three people were dead.

We needed answers.

When was the last time you spoke to him?

At the hospital.

Is that the reason

he didn't get treated?

This is not my fault.

But the fact of the matter is,

if a CT scan or X-rays were

carried out on your colleague,

it's likely he'd still be alive.

You're wasting time.

Anthony Barzani had

a history of v*olence.

He came to Elmwood to cause trouble.

There's no evidence.

No traces of fertiliser or expl*sives,

g*nsh*t residue on Anthony,

his clothes or inside their tent.

The only evidence we have

suggests that he tried to save

Hannah Coles' life.

If Anthony Barzani isn't responsible

for these murders, then who is?

Malcolm?

- He's just here.

- Thanks.

Mr Coles.

Jack Hodgson from the Lyell Centre.

I'd like to take a DNA swab, if I may.

We're trying to eliminate everyone

who was on the train.

You still don't know what

happened to Hannah?

The investigation's ongoing.

When I was in hospital,

I came across two kinds of people.

Those who looked me in the eye,

and told me how it was,

and bullshitters who told me

what they thought I wanted to hear.

My job is to help gather the evidence

and present it to the police. May I?

Thank you

I've started to remember things.

There were protestors on the train.

Yeah, they were helping people

after the crash.

No, no, it was before the crash.

You're sure?

They were already on the train?

They were all around Hannah,

swarming her.

Did you recognise any of them?

They were all wearing those masks.

Male? Female?

I think I heard Frankie's voice.

Frankie Stratton? She was on the train?

Let's see.

Right, yeah.

Before you go, I've

recovered some messages previously

deleted on John Pryor's phone.

I'll read them out.

Frankie: "You helped me before."

Pryor: "Can't get involved."

Frankie: "Just show me."

Pryor: "Too dangerous.

Why are you doing this?"

Frankie: "It's time we made people

listen."

So, John Pryor was involved?

If he was, he was reluctant.

He's clearly pushing Frankie back.

Frankie's DNA was on the g*n

that sh*t Pryor.

He taught Frankie to sh**t, didn't he?

So, Frankie sh**t

John Pryor in the tunnel,

gets on the train before it leaves.

Finds Hannah Coles

and kills her.

Malcolm said Frankie was on the train.

If this is true, why would

she get on, if she'd planted a b*mb?

What makes you think the two

events are connected?

The b*mb in the tunnel

and the m*rder of Hannah Coles.

We're all assuming they're

connected, but why?

So, what?

You think it's a coincidence?

I didn't know scientists

believed in kismet.

This is science.

You're applying chronological bias.

These two things happened one after

the other, so they're connected.

- It's a good point.

- Two K*llers?

Same motive?

Different motives?

- We've found Frankie Stratton.

- Where is she?

Elmwood Estate.

Her father's called it in.

Frankie Stratton's in custody.

We are currently heading back to

unit base, over.

Are you all right, Philip?

Say something.

You're a good man, Dad.

But you're weak.

You know there's nothing on that

screen you're staring at.

How's things at home?

Well. I've a friend on the board

at Hellerson.

The company Aoife's going

to be working for.

- Sounds good.

- Too good to be true.

He'd never heard of her.

- Oh.

- Mh-hm.

Well, maybe she's trying to impress

you and Cara.

I got the impression that she

thought that she'd lost Cara to you.

It's Aoife that's lost, Nikki.

She thinks she's found herself in me.

- Ah.

- Uh-hm.

I don't know what to do.

What do you want to do?

Does the mess always find me,

or do I make it?

The upside is,

I get to tell you you were wrong.

Come on. Want to hear you admit it.

- Admit what?

- Huh?

Is that Frankie Stratton's?

There are traces of the fertiliser,

and g*nsh*t residue, and what looks

like small bits of material from

combat trousers

and human flesh.

So, she k*lled John Pryor?

Should I send it for DNA comparison?

Stratton said that John Pryor

was like an uncle to Frankie.

Yet she sh**t him, then bludgeons

him to death?

I found something else

and, well, I think it's relevant.

All right. Let's see.

So I've been looking in to the bracelet

we found in Bela Nasir's possessions.

It's an antique, a unique hallmark.

And

it belonged to Charlotte Stratton.

So how did Bela Nasir end up with it?

I found it in the train carriage.

Why did you go in there?

If I had my phone I could show you.

I could log on to the cloud.

I took that on the station

platform before the train left.

The bracelet belonged to Charlotte

Stratton, it was a family heirloom.

Why was Hannah Coles wearing it?

Bob Stratton gave it to her.

They were in a relationship.

Hannah was a player, she played Bob

and got what she needed from him.

Did her husband know?

Malcom Coles' company stood to gain

millions from the rail-link deal.

Maybe he saw what he wanted to see.

I can't see it just falling off

Hannah Cole's wrist. Can you?

Maybe in the struggle?

You tell me.

We have a witness who says he saw

you on the train from the start.

I was on the train?

So I ran to the tunnel,

sh*t John Pryor,

set a b*mb,

and then ran back to the platform?

Yep. We've done the timings.

It's possible.

Only if I was Mo Farah.

Look, this isn't

an up-in-front-of-the-magistrate

for spray-painting some oil

company HQ, Frankie.

Three people have been k*lled.

This is a whole life sentence.

That's serious, is it?

The planet is dying.

Wake up, Jill.

I'd say this mark here might have

been from where she was grabbed,

these from the glass

on the carriage floor.

But this

This faint scratch on the skin

could have been from where

a bracelet was pulled off her wrist.

So who pulled it off?

Shall we speculate?

I was unconscious.

When I was found, a man,

Trevor I think his name was,

he helped me up,

led me back through the train.

I heard him say there was a woman

dead by the door,

but I couldn't see who it was.

Can I see your arms, please?

Is this really necessary?

You think I hurt Hannah?

Do you recognise this?

It was my wife's.

I gave it as a present to Hannah Coles.

That's quite a gift, I mean, for

someone you were negotiating with.

I wanted Hannah to know how much

I appreciated all she'd done.

Oh, come on.

You were in a relationship with

Hannah Coles,

weren't you, Mr Stratton?

I didn't k*ll her.

Hannah understood me.

We came from the same stock.

Unlike your wife, Charlotte?

And yet you found out that Hannah

was going to profit

personally from the sale of your home.

Hannah Coles was standing here.

Her husband told me

they were just about to sit down.

After the crash, Anthony said

he came into the carriage

and took her pulse.

She was already dead.

How long before the protestors

got into the carriage?

We've worked this out. The platform

is just over a kilometre away.

- So, four, five minutes?

- Yeah.

The train slams to a halt.

It's chaos in there.

How long would it have taken someone

to strangle Hannah?

A minute, at least.

The state of her broken nails suggests

she may have put up a fight.

There's a good chance that

she left a mark on her attacker.

We've questioned everyone on the train,

taken pictures of any scratch

marks. Here's the list.

Should we really be going back in there?

You can stay here. I'd understand.

It's not that. I mean, well, what do

you think you're going to find?

When Bela Nasir went

back onto the train,

she said saw someone in the tunnel.

You think they're still going to be

there?

Found anything?

Or anyone?

Jack?

Dammit. Jack?

Velvy?

Is this what you meant?

From the outbuilding

at the Elmwood Estate?

Uh-hm.

We checked it, there's no DNA, no

prints,

just traces of diesel and those

stones they use between sleepers.

This torch was brand-new.

b*mb-making equipment.

- So, whoever put the batteries in

- ..made the b*mb.

Is that a print?

How's the arm, Mr Coles?

I fell on the train.

I'm going to take swabs of these

wounds, Mr Coles,

and the samples will be

analysed for Hannah Coles' DNA.

I get so tired, you know,

the Covid.

It makes me angry. You'd be angry.

- May I remind you

- I'm under caution, I know.

I couldn't work any more,

not like before.

Hannah said that the Elmwood deal

would keep us for life.

She said nothing was going on with

Bob, but

..that bracelet

I've done my best to be

a custodian of this land.

No new line!

- Nice bracelet.

- Oh, thanks, yeah.

I think so. Not seen it before?

You ripped it from her wrist.

She was going to leave me, I knew it.

The train stopped suddenly, we fell.

My shoulder went out.

And there she was, on the floor,

calling for Bob.

Not me.

And I

You strangled her, Mr Coles?

Bob's kid told me that the

bracelet was Charlotte's.

And when I saw it on her wrist,

I knew it

I know you're angry with me.

I had to call the police,

you must understand.

I had to give her up.

Frankie was going to get hurt

if things went

It was my job to keep her safe!

How can I keep this family together,

when you keep breaking it apart?

You gave up your own daughter!

Philip! Mum told me this would happen.

- What's Mum got to do with this?

- She told me. She knew.

- She knew what?

- That you were weak!

That's why she chose you.

She said I was strong, like her.

You're not making any sense.

Everything I've done was to

protect this family.

What have you done?

Only what I had to.

Oh, no.

- You did this?

- Me? You sold us, Dad!

You were going to leave with that woman!

Then Frankie never would have come back.

- I was doing it for you. To help.

- Nobody helped me.

Jonno promised to, but when the train

was moving and he saw it was me,

not Frankie,

he wouldn't set off the charge.

So you sh*t Jonno?

He wouldn't go down. I had to.

You'd have k*lled me too.

I didn't know you were on the train.

I didn't.

Mum told me I had to protect this place.

She said that Frankie was mine

to protect.

You were just a little boy. Your mum

And you were a man!

But you wouldn't help her either!

She was in pain!

Oh, no.

She woke me.

She said she needed my help!

"Be strong, Philip."

Her hands were too weak.

She couldn't load it.

I had no idea.

And she was tiny by then.

She couldn't do it herself,

not with a long-barrel.

So I

..I did it for her.

No!

sh*ts fired.

It's all right, I'm here,

it's all right.

Philip Stratton, I'm arresting

you on suspicion of the murders

of John Pryor and Stuart Raynott.

You do not have to say

Well.

You got your story.

Did I? What is it?

It's about the damage people do.

To the planet?

To each other.

I got it wrong.

I should have stopped Trevor,

but he wanted to go back.

I think it was to see you.

I know it was to see me.

I guess I

You sent Trevor to spy and sabotage

good people.

Good things.

You must know we're

right about what's happening.

We're burning up the planet.

And still, you spend

all your energy on fighting us.

Tell me, which one of us is the fanatic?

Is the sale still going ahead?

The deal was corrupt.

Hannah's dead.

Her husband's in jail.

We have a chance of saving this place,

making it what it always

should have been.

I was hard on you.

I'm sorry.

I'm used to people not

understanding why I do what I do.

Did you know that the shotgun

had your DNA on it?

Your brother

Of course I was on the shotgun.

Jonno let me borrow it sometimes.

Philip gave you that hoodie.

It could have convicted you.

No. I picked it up.

Of course I'm angry, but

..I don't know.

I have to believe that my brother

was doing this all for me.

Philip loves me.

Hard to say.

Thank you.

Taxi's waiting.

I don't have long to say goodbye.

You're going?

That's the answer?

That's always the answer, Jack.

Is it?

Stay.

Work this out. Yeah?

I've been thinking

You mean a lot to her.

You two are my only connection.

To who I am.

And what I was.

I remind you of a past you couldn't

wait to run away from.

Uh-hm.

I'm not running any more.

What about you, Nikki?

Would you like me to stay?

Me?

I think that's for all of you to decide.

I want what's best for all of you.

And that's the difference

between her and me.

Look after this one for me.

Work her hard.

She seems to enjoy it.

- Are you OK?

- I can't be just someone to you, Jack.

I don't know why.

I'm sorry.