03x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

HE GASPS
Don't do that to me again.

Rich said that
before Agnes Raffner died,

she told him this was
about Coldmarsh.

Let me talk to Ned Cole.
He knows something.

Her name's Agnes Raffner.

We believe she was m*rder*d

by the same person
who tried to k*ll you.

I'd like you to leave.

There is definitely
something else going on.

Where's Ned Cole? Ned!

sh*t!

Found an Irish passport.

Ned's photo,
but the name is Declan O'Kelly.

I've been researching
a possible connection

between Agnes Raffner
and Declan O'Kelly.

So, it's DBN Construction.

NED: No, no, no, no, no.
My f*cking car.

No! Hey!
WYLES: You should have confessed.

LANA: OK, what's happening in there?

I knew one of them would come for me
eventually.

I thought I could get away.

BEEPING f*ck!

So, he sent that message
to a man called Ewan Knox.

His connection to DBN Construction?

He worked for them,
and he specialised in demolition.

He's our b*mber.

Well, so far,
he's given us chemical weapons,

drowning and now this.

Are you sensing a theme?

RICH: I'm OK to return to work,
aren't I?

You've gotta go through
the return protocols.

Tell them what they wanna hear,
be done with it.

If we all told them the truth,
none of us would be working, eh?

Knox's background
means he might have access

to manufactured munitions,
possible chemical weapons.

It could be another trap.

Are you able to make the arrest?

DS MORGAN EXCLAIMS

Don't move! Contact, contact.

I'm going in.

Bronze Command,
I've found Ewan Knox.

THROUGH EARPIECE:
'He's not our b*mber.'

TICKING

BEEPING

There's no sign of any devices.

The cylinder's oxygen,
like it was downstairs.

Got some medication here. Etoposide.

HE EXHALES

SHE EXCLAIMS Phil! Phil!

Armed police! Drop the weapon!
POLICE SHOUT

WHEEZES, MACHINE BEEPS

SOFTLY: f*ck.

You OK?

Yeah.

COUGHS

HIGH-PITCHED WHINING

I shouldn't have put her
in that situation.

What, DS Morgan? Yeah.

No, she was up for it.

How's the hand?
Yeah, it'll be fine.

Yeah, I'll be fine, too,

you know, after being attacked
by a madman and everything.

I really thought we had our b*mber,
you know.

Yeah, well, we're not far off.

He wouldn't fight like that
if he didn't know something.

Have them tear the place apart.
We'll take any evidence we can get.

Sir.

SIRENS WAIL

All right, OK,
let's just start with your name.

My name is Elena, Elena Calero.

OK. What are you doing here?

Oh, I am a nurse, "residencial".

A residential nurse for Mr Knox?

Yes. What's wrong with him?

Cancer.

He is very sick.

Elena, we have reason to believe
Mr Knox

might be connected
to a series of attacks.

No.

No, it's not possible.
Or maybe he's helping someone.

Nobody comes to the house. Just me.
What about deliveries?

Parcels for Mr Knox.
Medical supplies?

No, equipment.
Technology for making bombs.

A courier delivered a parcel here
on the 18th of this month.

We have a picture of it
on the doorstep.

The 18th?

Mm-hm.
Mr Knox had a hospital appointment.

I took him myself.
We could not have seen this.

So then why did you try
to run away from me?

I showed you my badge, and you tried
to shut the front door in my face.

I... I have no visa.

SIGHS

That poor woman is scared shitless.

Yeah. They know what they're doing.
SHE SCOFFS

I wish I had
that confidence in them.

They couldn't
pour piss out of a bucket

if the instructions
were written on the bottom.

You know I wanna be one of them,
right?

What, one of Batra's lot? SO15?

Yeah. I wanna be a detective.

Are you serious?

I've been meaning
to talk to you about it

but just haven't got round to it.

I can't tell
if you're having me on or not.

I'm not.

Look, it feels like the right time.
Me and Carla have got plans.

Oh, right. "Plans"?
What kind of plans have you got?

What's going on?

Oh, just Danny telling me
that he's gonna become a detective.

Ah. You told her?

You know?

He mentioned it in the pub.
I think he'd be really good.

I'm not saying he wouldn't be good.
That's not my point.

Thanks [!]

I'm just saying,
you can have plans and be in EOD.

Like Every One Divorced, you mean?
Don't knock it till you've tried it.

I don't know what to say.
Mate, I think you've said it.

What about "good luck"?

What?

What about saying good luck?
Giving me your blessing.

That would mean a lot to me, Lana.

Danny, I give you my blessing.
It's just a bit of a shock.

I just wanna make sure
that we're good.

Yeah, we're good.

All right.

PHONE CHIMES

CHUCKLES

Right, who are you shagging?

I'm just gonna do another
quick little check with the kit bag.

I'm guessing you know about that.

Hey, leave me out of it, yeah?

What is wrong with you two?

You're like
a pair of f*cking teenagers.

Do we have the IMS?
Yeah, it's in the truck.

Lana, are you helping or what?

Yeah, just give me a sec.

OK, let's do a final sweep,

clear it with
the duty police officer and SO15.

PANTS

SHE EXCLAIMS

Don't move. SHE YELPS

Don't move!

Hass. Yeah?

Did you see where Wash went? No.

Stop getting in my way.
Let justice be done.

Do you hear me?

Let the truth come out,
and no-one gets hurt.

What do you mean,
"no-one'll get hurt"?

Ah! You're proving my f*cking point.

Lana! Danny!

TASER CRACKLES, SHE CRIES OUT

Lana. sh*t. Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah. Go, go, go.

Don't let him get away!

Oi!

f*ck. DANNY SHOUTS

TYRES SQUEAL

SIREN BLARES

BREATHES HEAVILY

INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER

EXPO-One-Bravo to Control,
in pursuit of suspect's vehicle.

We're heading west
down Churchill Road.

Attempting to get closer
to provide description of car.

TYRES SCREECH

RADIO: 'Control to all units.

'Back-up requested
in the Churchill Road area.

'High-speed pursuit in progress.'

HORN BLARES sh*t!

EXPO-One-Bravo to Control.

Suspect vehicle is a blue Proton,

VRN Alpha, Uniform, zero, five,
Echo, Yankee, Sierra. Over.

'Running VRN now.' ENGINE REVS

TYRES SCREECH

'Control to EXPO-One-Bravo.

'Vehicle description
does not match VRN.

'You are not authorised
to continue the pursuit.'

f*ck that. ENGINE REVS

Come on.

GLASS SHATTERS

What did he say?
I'm suspended from driving.

At least until the traffic sergeant
files his report.

Oh, Danny, I'm so sorry.
Are you?

Cos at this point, I'll probably
never get to join SO15.

Don't be like that.
I'm not being like anything.

This is what I get
from listening to you, Lana.

You know what? Forget it.

This is ridiculous.

What am I supposed to do
without a unit driver?

So, we've actually been able
to accelerate the arrival

of Hass's new number two.

This is Danny we're talking about.
Sir, come on.

It's beyond my control, I'm afraid.

God, it is never your fault, is it?
He was chasing the b*mber!

Lana! We need to talk.

DS Morgan said that you've refused
support from Occupational Health

after your encounter.

Yeah. I don't need it.

Right. Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.

I think we were just wondering

what it is that you do
to manage stress.

Well, I meditate... go for a run,
watch cat videos on YouTube.

I mean, what does it f*cking matter?
Right.

Do you wanna ask me
about the b*mber?

Yeah, well, he told you
to keep out of it.

Yeah?
Yeah. Let the truth come out.

Yeah, he doesn't wanna see
innocent people getting k*lled,

but he might not have a choice.

So, why was he at Ewan Knox's house?
Well, you saw the radio.

He's been following
our communications.

So that's what he wants?

He was there to communicate,
to send us a message?

No, he only challenged me
because I was following him.

We just need to get to the truth
of what this b*mber's about.

That's how we're gonna find him.

I'm gonna speak to Ewan Knox.
Well, I'll come with you.

Lana, how many times...?

Right, you have got
to stop pushing me out, OK?

You two f*cked it up
with Declan O'Kelly.

You can't track down the b*mber
because he's using fake plates.

I've got a team out there
dealing with these devices.

It's their lives at risk, not yours.

I'm coming with you.

OK.

WATER BUBBLING, DISTORTED

RICH, ECHOING:
'No, no, no, no! No! No!'

'Please! Please! Please!'

RICH SCREAMS 'Wash!'

What's going on? BUBBLING STOPS

HE INHALES

Tie my laces, and I'll tell you.

What?

Go on.

Jenny. Please.

Tell me then.

Mm?

Oh, it was nothing.

Come here.

Right, girls. That's me off.

Bye, Daddy! Be good.

Bye, Daddy, see you later.
DOOR OPENS

We weren't expecting you back
so soon.

You all right? Yeah.

Just need to grab something
from my room.

I see.

You staying for dinner?
Is she cooking?

THEY CHUCKLE

No, I'm out tonight.
Anything fun?

Just meeting up with, erm...
friends.

Well, you know
you're always welcome.

Thanks.

Hm!

DCI BATRA:
You're in a lot of trouble, Ewan.

You need to start co-operating. Now.

You worked for a company
called DBN Construction.

Two people who worked for that
same company have been m*rder*d.

Their names are Agnes Raffner
and Declan O'Kelly.

Mm.
You knew Mr O'Kelly, didn't you?

Before he died...

...he sent a message to your phone.

It's been read,
so you know what it says.

There's quite the message history
between the two of you, in fact.

Two months ago, you wrote...

..."We know what you did,
and we're coming for you."

Not long after that,
Mr O'Kelly changed his name.

So who's "we", Ewan?

The doctors have said
you can't be the b*mber.

You're not physically capable of it.

But you know who's doing this.
EWAN EXHALES

He was at your house earlier today.

He got away this time,
but it won't happen again.

DOCTOR CLEARS THROAT DCI Batra.

Is this really necessary?

CLEARS THROAT

All right, your turn.

I'll buy us some time.
Sorry, can I have a word?

I'm ex-forces. Like you.

I'm seeing stuff you learned
with the Commandos.

Rigging a charge
using demolition expl*sives.

Knowledge of chemical
and biological weapons.

The way these people
are being m*rder*d,

nobody deserves to die like that.

WEAKLY: Yes, they do.

Why? Why do they?

WHISPERS: Coldmarsh.

Right. Now tell me what that is.

Coldmarsh was the name given
to a company contract in the '90s.

It was part of
a wider government initiative

to knock down municipal buildings.

Schools, hospitals,
that kind of thing.

Mm.

That's why we couldn't find anything
on it.

The name of the contract
will have been mothballed

with the company records.

Where would those records be now?
Presumably with the Akermark Group.

They were the ones
who bought DBN Construction.

I'll pay them a visit.

So, Ewan Knox told me he's got
something called mesothelioma.

It's a type of cancer caused
by exposure to asbestos.

Ewan Knox was the site manager.
Declan O'Kelly was his boss.

Knox blames O'Kelly for his disease

and for allowing him
into harmful environments,

especially when he knew the risks.

Yeah, but this is 30 years ago.

Yeah, well, apparently,
this cancer doesn't appear

until long after exposure,
and when it hits, it's fast.

So he had someone k*ll him
in revenge.

Well, he said not.

He just wanted to scare O'Kelly.
Empty threats.

Do you believe him?
I don't know, sir.

I don't think he's totally innocent.

Mesothelioma destroys the lungs, and
the victims are being suffocated.

What goes around comes around,
maybe.

Yeah. OK, so...

Can we question him again? No.

Doctors say his condition
is worsening. He's too weak.

Yeah, he was barely conscious
when I left.

We need to go public.

What? We have to prevent
a further loss of life.

A press conference is the best way

to find anyone
who can help us identify the b*mber.

You heard what he said.
He wants us out the way.

And since when do we listen
to murderers?

OK, when he hears
that you're going public,

it will only accelerate his plans

and make the whole situation
way more volatile.

I have to agree with Lana, sir.
Well, we don't have a choice.

We don't know how many he's holding
accountable for Knox's cancer.

Or even if it is just Knox's cancer.

But whoever they are,
he's not gonna give them a way out.

SIGHS

We appreciate your co-operation
in locating the files.

Of course, the Akermark Group
is happy to help in any way we can.

We store all of our historical files
at this facility,

so if it's of relevance
to your investigation...

it should be here.

Right.

Well, we're after anything
to do with the Coldmarsh contract.

Of course.

Hope you didn't have
any weekend plans.

I do, Neil.
I'm spending it with you.

Right. Grab who you can.

We're gonna find everyone
who ran the Coldmarsh contract

before the b*mber does.

'I would like
to take this opportunity

'to emphasise that we do not believe

'that there is a wider threat
to the public.

'However,
the specific nature of each attack

'does lead us to believe
that these attacks are related.

'All we are asking for
at this time

'is that former employees
of DBN Construction

'employed between 1992 and 1995,

'particularly those who worked on
what the company knew

'as the Coldmarsh contract,

'which oversaw the destruction
of municipal buildings,

'please come forward
with any information.

'Thank you.' CLAMOURING ON TV

EXHALES

KNOCK AT DOOR Yeah.

All right? Ah! 'Ey up!

You've been cleared?
Aye, finally.

Thank God, because the girls
are driving me mad.

Well, I'm sure
you're driving them mad as well.

Yeah. Oh, I bring a new driver.

I'm a fully trained ROV operator.

It's Wren Cheshire, isn't it?

Yeah. I'm Lana.

I run the unit. You try!

KNOCKING Oh, God.

LAUGHTER

Oh, my God. Help me! Help me!

Bravo Squadron returns!
Bravo Squadron?

Yeah, you know, just the
underwater b*mb disposal guy here.

LAUGHTER

He nearly drowned. Oh. I mean...

That's a bit unfair, isn't it?

LAUGHTER

That's not... Sorry, I just mean,

you know, shouldn't we be a bit
more sensitive to potential PTSD?

The only potential PTSD I'm
anticipating is working with you.

All right, let's leave it there.

Do you wanna show her
where the lockers are

and your manners and...
make her feel welcome?

She's cheery. She's no Danny.

What the f*ck is that?

It's a green goblin with match a.

What I thought.

DOOR CLOSES

f*cking hell. PHONE BUZZES

Lana Washington.

'Lana, it's Helen.
We know who ran Coldmarsh.'

'Emergency, which service?

'Do you need fire,
police or ambulance?'

'If you're unable to speak
and need an emergency service,

'please tap the handset or cough...'

GRUNTING

What are you doing? Stop!

What the hell are you doing
in my house?

I'm police. What is this?

What's going on?
Michael Adeyemi?

Yes.

OK. The door was open.
We were concerned for the occupants.

We're looking for your wife, Jo.
Where is she?

These are the six people we found
who ran the Coldmarsh contract.

Declan O'Kelly and Agnes Raffner,
we know.

But add to that
Jo Adeyemi, Maggie Kelsey,

Peter Howard and Dean West.

HR, legal, project management
and demolition management.

They've all disappeared
in the last six hours.

Since the press conference,
you mean?

Well, he was quicker than us.

Well, there's gotta be a trail
on one of them at least.

Yeah, well, CCTV team are on it,
search team are on it,

and nothing's been found so far.

But we keep going.
We'll find them, whatever it takes.

I'm guessing
you've ran background checks.

Was anybody sent to court?
Yes, we have.

And, no, no-one's been tried
from DBN Construction.

No, but they were sent to a
government hearing a few years ago.

Who were?

Representatives
from DBN Construction,

and that includes Jo Adeyemi.

It was part of an industry-wide
series of commissions

that looked into accountability,
specifically asbestos poisoning.

Hm, let me guess -
no-one was accountable.

No, but, I mean, it's almost
impossible to pin it on anyone.

You know, the illness
takes so long to develop

that the records
are either destroyed or lost

by the time you actually need them.

So how can you prove that
a company wilfully and knowingly

sent people to their deaths?

You get them to confess.

Confess or die.

MUFFLED GRUNTING

MUFFLED SOBBING

I had to move faster
than anticipated.

Can't have the police control
the message, can we?

Hm?

You should have come forward.

You should have said something.

But you didn't, did you?

You didn't move a muscle.

MUFFLED WHIMPERING

So...

...everyone is gonna find out
what you did.

Everyone is gonna see what happens
to people like you.

MUFFLED SOBBING

Shall we start with the lawyer?

SIGHS

HIGH-PITCHED WHINING

EXHALES

WHINING STOPS

♪ Oy

♪ Yeah, yeah-eh, I

♪ Bru-C

♪ What we sayin'?

♪ We're goin' out tonight, my Gs

♪ No excuses

♪ If you don't like me-e-e

♪ You can beat it

♪ Got a lickle taste
And now she wan' eat it

♪ Waiting for the high
But, man, I can't feel it

♪ Took another try
Oh, damn, I feel seasick

♪ The wave too strong

♪ Hurry up, darlin'
You take too long

♪ Sad world
But she wanna be a happy girl

♪ Guarantee tonight
I could make you one

♪ No excuses

♪ We be goin' out tonight
No excuses

♪ Drum 'n' bass boy
I vibe to that music

♪ If I carry on tonight
I might lose it... ♪

EXHALES Ah, justice...

♪ Hurry up darlin'
You take too long

♪ Sad world
But she wanna be a happy girl

♪ Guarantee tonight
I can make you. ♪

RINGING TONE

PHONE BUZZES

Lana. 'Hi.

'I'm standing outside Crown Court,
and it got me thinking.'

That government hearing
you were talking about,

where did they hold it? Erm...

It was College Hall in Greenwich.

Why do you ask?
'I'm heading there now.'

DISCONNECT TONE Lana?

RADIO: 'One, two, three,
standing by for approach.

'Awaiting further instructions.
Over.'

SIRENS BLARE

Hey, here you go. Thanks.

Do you think he's gassing them?

Maybe.

But they're conscious.
They're moving.

Looks like
they're all sat on something, too.

You can't do this alone.

Well, it's always a single operator.

Aye, a single operator
to one hostage.

But there's three of 'em.

WHIMPERS

We're about five minutes away.

Can we make sure CBRN
are on standby? Yeah.

We're missing the head of legal.
DS MORGAN: Jo Adeyemi.

Make sure all units are aware that
Adeyemi is still unaccounted for.

Sir.

What does he want with her?

I don't know. That's not really
our concern right now.

OK. You ready the team.

I'll make sure
there's eyes everywhere.

'Bronze Command to Trojan team.
Move into position.

'Stand by for EXPO approach.'

Trojan One, in position.

Trojan Two, in position.

Trojan Three, in position.

BREATHES DEEPLY

WATER BUBBLING, DISTORTED

Hey. Are you all right? Yeah.

He's fine. Come on.

DCI BATRA:
'Bronze Command to cordon.

'Please keep the public well back.
EXPO's on the move.'

LANA: Hass, Rich.

HASS: Hey.

My name's Lana. It's gonna be OK.

You may be sat
on a weight-controlled device,

so you need to stay very still, OK?

RICH: It's gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine, all right?

Here we go. Let's work together.

COUGHS

First, I'm gonna have a look and see
what your mask is hooked up to.

Just stay very still.

You've got to be joking!

What? What is it, Wash?

Wash?

INHALES

BREATHES DEEPLY

Wash, what are you doing?

It's oxygen.

And it's running out.

It's from Ewan Knox's house.

What the hell?

Oh, f*cking hell. He played us.

EXHALES
It's gonna be all right, OK?

We need to work out
how to get these masks off

before they run out of oxygen, OK?

Wash, I've got cluster wiring.
Have you?

Yeah, the wiring's all knotted.

Can either of you see
any possible triggers?

Some sort of pressure sensor
in the mask.

Yeah.

It's rigged to a charge
on the back of their heads.

We're gonna have to deal with that
before we remove the resi.

Couldn't we cut a hole in the mask
to allow them to breathe?

No. If we get it wrong,
it could trigger the device,

and we don't know how
the sensor works.

What about cutting the tubes?

No, cos it's steel,

which means vibrations, sparks,
and we haven't got time.

f*ck!

He's screwing with us.

You're doing great.

Hey, hey, I need you to calm down.

Lean forward.

There we are. Yeah, there. There.
Stay calm.

He's zip-tied them.

Tilt your head back.

Could be slurry expl*sives
in the scales.

So either they suffocate, or they
come off the scales and explode?

No remote detonator.

sh*t. "Confess or die." What?

He's not asking
for a confession this time.

No radios. He's not listening.

Look.

They're murderers. Yeah.

He wanted people to pay attention.

It's a public execution.

RADIO: 'This is Bronze Command.

'We need to stop
people filming this.

'That is exactly
what the b*mber wants.'

So, we need to disarm
the resi charges first.

If the oxygen runs out, this lot
are gonna start dropping on us.

EXHALES

HIGH-PITCHED WHINING

FAINT: Wash, come on.

WHINING STOPS
Wash, are you with us?

Yeah.

Hey, it's gonna be fine, all right?
Stop panicking.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Wash, we're losing them.

How much oxygen have they got left?
Not a lot.

We need to get
these masks off quickly.

HIGH-PITCHED WHINING

WHINING FADES

It doesn't look like the masks
are connected to the scales.

We should be fine
to snip and remove.

SHE EXHALES

Neutralised.

Neutralised.

Right, Dean,
I'm gonna take your mask off now.

No.
Yeah, I've snipped it. It's safe.

I'm gonna take it off really gently.
I just need you to keep breathing.

That's it. You're doing great.

You're gonna be out of here
very soon. Breathe in.

HE GASPS

Deep breath. Well done.

Well done.

I'm gonna take off your mask, OK?

You're doing really well.

HE COUGHS Resi off.

Rich, how are you doing?

Yeah, yeah, nearly there.

These wires are a pain in the arse.

OK? Right.

Mr West, I know that you feel very
sick, you're very low on oxygen,

but I need you to sit tight

while I work on the scales
you're sat on, OK?

Yeah. You're doing great.

Neutralised.

OK, I'm taking this off now, OK?

I'm gonna saw into the scales
to expose the wiring,

see what we're dealing with.

There we are.
Move your head over for me.

No, no, no, no, no. No. Hey. Look.

Don't get idle on me now. OK?

DRILLING

Yeah, slurry wired into the dial.

No other trigger.
It seems like a simple cut.

Same for you, Hass?

Yep, same.

Hang in there. Nearly there.

OK. You're doing great, Dean.

Neutralised.

Neutralised.

Can you lean over
just a little bit here for me?

Right, get you out of here,
home for tea.

Let me just cut these ties.

SHE GRUNTS

Nearly there. SNIP

Oh!

SNIP

Good lad. Good lad. OK. All right?

Rich, I'm gonna go down
with these two,

but I'll come back
and give you a hand, yeah? Aye.

Aye, all good.
Should be right behind you.

DISTORTED WATER BUBBLING

PANTS

RICK, ECHOING: 'No, no, no, no, no!

'No! No! Please! Please!'

That's a story
to tell down the pub, innit?

DEAN: Thank you.
OK. There you go.

Get a grip, you silly b*stard.

HE EXHALES

Right.

Lean forward.
I'm gonna cut your ties.

I can't do this with you here.

You and me, we're gonna switch
places, all right?

I'm gonna ask you to move.

I'm gonna take your place.

Move.

SHE GASPS, HE EXHALES

Walk away.

Walk away, please.

What's he doing?

This way.

Take my hand. There you go.

EXHALES

Here we go, Jenny.

Here we go.

Rich.

What are you playing at?

What's going on?

Er...
No, just something with the wiring.

I needed her to get out the way.

Do you need a hand?

No. OK.

HIGH-PITCHED WHINING