04x05 - Episode 5

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LANA: 'I've got
at least two VBIEDs here.'

Oh, my God.
Helen.

Lana, get me out of this car!
Calm down!

BEEPING

You tried to k*ll me,
and that wasn't the deal.

I need proof that my brother
is still alive,

and if I do not get that,

I will do everything,
everything in my power to stop you.

I hope for your sake
she does what she's supposed to.

Professor Callum Schroder.

We believe that the t*rrorists
are now holding him as a hostage.

What kind of weapons?
Nuclear.

No time to lose, Professor.

Let's finish it, shall we?

COMMANDER FRANCIS:
'We have new information.

'Facial recognition has picked up
Schroder and his kidnappers

'on approach to an airfield.'

There's a b*mb.
I think it's broken.

Pulling a wire out of a timer
to disarm it is just too easy.

Bronze Command, EXPO 1.

There was radioactive material
in the aircraft.

EXPO 8, we need to follow
Trojan 1's lead on CCTV.

I'm on it.

SAW WHIRRING

BEEPING

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

f*ck!

PHIL, ON RADIO: 'Contact expl*si*n.
EXPO 8 is down.'

It was a trap. Just...

walked Hass straight into it.

What did they need the pilot for?

He was just a delivery boy.

And they let him live
just to trick you?

What's gonna happen to me?
Cos I can't cope.

I can't deal with losing people
any more.

I can't deal
with not saving people that I love.

But you can't save everyone.

You were explicitly told to
step back from this investigation.

I don't buy your reasons
for shutting us out.

There's something going on here,
and I will get to the bottom of it.

Have you lost something?
Yeah, my car keys.

One of these
and you still manage to lose them?

We've got confirmation
from b*mb data analysis.

The b*mb underneath the pilot
was never meant to detonate.

'The device was a decoy.'

I think they're using him
to give you information.

'They're playing us.'

What information
has he given you so far?

What's the only thing he's said?

Just that the men he delivered to
were speaking Farsi over the phone.

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

They want to start a w*r.

Sorry I'm late.

Sorry, who are you?

Erm, Kai.
Kai?

Yeah.

I think you're in the wrong room.

Er... Er, no, Sir,
this is Kai Gadley,

our expert from
the Atomic Weapons Establishment.

Expert?
All right?

Hi.
How old is he?

Kai will be our touchstone
for any information required

surrounding
a potential nuclear device,

as well advising the Government
on next steps.

Yes. What we do if it's here...
It is here.

And what the Government's response
should be. Right.

So, have they told you about Iran?

S... Iran?
Well...

Well, the pilot said that
the bombers were speaking Farsi.

It's unusual for a British pilot
to speak Farsi, don't you think?

Well, apparently,
his wife speaks it.

So, of all the pilots,
they just happened to book that one?

These people don't make mistakes.
It was a "come on".

Yes, but why point the finger
at Iran?

We know they once had the ability
to refine uranium-235,

and we also suspect the US strikes
on their capacity to do so

were not entirely successful.

Which gives them the means.
No, but not the motive.

They have... nuclear enemies
at home,

so why would they come for us?
Yeah, exactly.

I've already passed this on
to COBRA.

Great [!] Well, then we're f*cked.
That's exactly what they want.

Who's "they"?

Mercenaries, as I was just
getting into. Ellie, please?

We've identified one of them
as Sebastian Pinchbeck.

Born in this country,
started off in petty crime

before moving on
to more organised endeavours.

From there, he found his way
into private military contracts.

Right, mercenaries.
So this is proxy warfare?

It would appear so. But who's
paying them if it's not Iran?

Sir?

Can we have a word?

Yeah. Course.

Planting nuclear weapons for cash.

What the f*ck is wrong
with the world?

We need to let the higher-ups know

we have doubts
about Iran's involvement.

I will.
Of course, it may not matter.

We can all suspect it's not them,
but unless we prove otherwise...

You're trying to force your way
into this investigation.

My team are in this investigation
whether you like it or not.

It's up to you how much information
you share with us.

But I will say this.

You were the one
who stood in front of us

and said when we point the finger,
we'd better get it right.

Well, I'd say you stand a much
greater chance of doing that

if you stop keeping my officers
at arm's length.

The main reason SO15 have been
kept out of this investigation...

is because we suspect
the t*rrorists have an inside man.

Detective Sergeant Morgan.

I want to see my brother.

As you wish.

'Argh! Ah!

'Luke Morgan.
This is today's newspaper.

'Who are you gonna show this to?
Who's it for?

'Helen, don't try and find me!

'Don't do what they're asking!
Argh!'

There is more I need from you...

before this is over.

We know that you're building
a nuclear weapon.

You left evidence.

Radiation. A sick truck driver.

It's not hard connecting it
to the man that you kidnapped.

They are going to find you.

That's good.

Let's go for a drive, shall we?

Or would you rather that's the last
time you saw your brother alive?

Broadly speaking, you've
got two types of nuclear weapon -

fission, fusion.

Fission is the simplest to make,

and given the fact we suspect
Schroder will be working alone

and not in lab conditions,

we can be pretty sure
this is what he's built... which...

will look...

like this.

It's like a very dark Blue Peter.

Sorry, had to work
with what was available.

You... Erm, you're now missing
some drainpipe outside.

Just get on with it, Kai.

So, you've got your large piece of
sub-critical material up this end,

smaller piece at this end.

It's the g*n-barrel method.

It fires a smaller piece
into the larger piece,

and you achieve critical mass.

Which means what, exactly?

Chain reaction.

Mushroom cloud.

Everyone dead.

And how big is that?
What's the blast area?

If they have
what we think they have,

then we're looking at the equivalent
of a tactical nuclear weapon.

There.

Not massive, in this context.
Fireball diameter of 300 metres.

So big enough.

Right, so,
they want a specific location.

Yes. Parliament...

a concert.
It's not an entire city.

Still, thousands dead

and third-degree burns for everyone
within 11 kilometres.

And the fallout would k*ll
hundreds of thousands.

This is... This is a lot.

Cheers, Kai.

Danny. You all right?

Wow.
Yeah.

All we need.

That's amazing. Congratulations.
Thanks, Wash.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Timing hasn't been great, has it?
Yeah, can't argue with that.

Listen, I get it, if that means
that you're not gonna be able to...

No, it's...

I'm not going anywhere. I mean it.

Well, it was you that said you
can't have plans and be in EOD.

That's true.
But I've got a kid to feed now.

Yes, you do.
Plus...

you need me.

That is true.

That's great news.

'The army was a simpler place.'

Weren't it?

It's all about protecting
your mates.

We all had the same purpose.

We... really were one big family.

But now I'm home, I'm still EOD,
but the threats feel bigger.

The bombs are closer.

I'm constantly trying
to protect everyone, but I feel...

I just feel totally alone.

Look...

My kid...

My kid was born
during my second tour of Iraq.

And my section was tasked with...
with cleaning up after the IEDs.

Putting bits... in bags.

And, so, I come home to meet my kid,

and I think
that just by holding him...

I could give him...

my nightmares.

And so I didn't.

You didn't hold your son?
No.

Not for a long time.

What about now?

Hold him every day.

But he's a teenager,
so I do it to piss him off.

Gonna take him to the game tomorrow.

Then he's gonna have to hug me,
if we score.

When we score.

So, what's changed?

It's because I've chosen
to live, Lana.

And I do, I CHOOSE to live.

Every day.

But I couldn't do any of this
until...

I left the army.

We have live facial recognition
in place at all transport hubs,

we've increased the number
of patrolling officers,

and all ARVs are on standby.
Good.

Cos it's the weekend,

we also have several
high-profile events happening,

pulling in big crowds.

Why not just call those off?

Well, cancelling one could be put
down to a problem with the venue.

Cancelling all of them...
They'd want an explanation.

And the Government aren't yet ready

to publicly concede a nuclear weapon
might have made its way

onto British soil on their watch.

They'll be butchered in the press.
Better than a nuclear detonation.

Well, I'm not sure they see it
that way, but yes,

which is why it's down to us
to solve this problem as quickly,

and preferably quietly, as possible.

Get a list
of potential targets drawn up.

I want EXPO to start checking them.

And where is DS Morgan?

I'm not sure, Sir.

Well, find her, please,
and get her in here now. Sir.

Lads, time to load up.

HACKETT, ON RADIO:
'EXPO 1, list of potential targets

'coming your way shortly.'
Received.

What's on your mind?

Erm, yeah, so, yesterday, I was...

with my therapist.

He reckons... I need to leave EOD.

Hear that.

Can't say I'm surprised.

No? When was the last time
you were happy, Lana?

Genuinely happy.
Cos I can't remember.

Don't get me wrong. You're not
the easiest person to deal with,

but... there's no bullshitting
with you.

What you see is what you get.

And that's rare.

You deserve to be happy.

Well, let's get this job done...

and let's get out of this alive.

SHE SIGHS

Ellie, I need to know
the last location

of DS Morgan's personal phone.

I can't get hold of her at all.
It's weird.

Hang on.

The last ping was 9pm yesterday.

It was stationary for ten minutes
before it went offline.

What the hell was she doing there?

HACKETT: 'Central 1 to EXPO 1,
assistance needed.'

EXPO 1. What have you got?

'Central 1-3 has found
Bronze 2's car abandoned

'in a remote location.

'Circumstances suspicious.'

Tell him not to touch anything.
We're on our way.

SIREN BLARES

I found her car
with the keys inside.

I thought I should call you.
Yeah, you did the right thing.

No sign of any devices
they used before.

Not taking any chances, though.

Here's keys.

Right, I'm gonna do a full sweep.

Yeah?

'DS Morgan had a Bluetooth tracker
on her keys.'

I need you to access her cloud
and find out where it is.

'Send me the location, OK?'

I'm gonna see if I can find her.
Wait, Brenton.

I'll get another EXPO team out
to clear the car.

We'll come with you.
That might be too late.

ENGINE STARTS

MERCENARY: Over here!

You're on time.

Bring her to me.

All right.
Right, get the gear going. Let's go.

We need to start moving now.

Neil! Neil, run! RUN!

Run, Neil!

SHE CRIES

How did he find you?

Give it to me.

The f*cking tracker. Give it to me!

Clean him up.

Whatever you do, do it quickly.

You're coming with me.
ADAMS: Right, on me.

DC HACKETT: 'Still no response
from Central 1-3,

'and we've had unconfirmed reports
of g*nshots in the area.

'What's your ETA?'

We're about a minute away.

Copy that.

Come on.

We've got work to do.

Sit.

Sit.

So...

This is where the magic happens.

I can control the whole operation...
from right here.

And you, you've got
a front row seat.

SIRENS WAIL

Check Brenton's car.

Danny.

Oh, sh*t.

SHE EXHALES Oh, f*ck.

DC Hackett?

EXPO 1 found DC Brenton's body
near Weltsham Street, Sir.

His body?
Yeah.

She said he had
multiple b*llet wounds.

Get CTSFOs there now.

PHIL: You guys OK?

Any word on the g*nman?
We're waiting for confirmation.

I have access
to Weltsham Street CCTV.

It's coming up now.

There.

OLDFIELD: A riot van?

Can we get in closer?

DS Morgan.

She's with Pinchbeck?

DC Brenton had gone looking for her.

EXPO 1, this is Central 1-4.

Armed suspect
is Sebastian Pinchbeck.

There's one hostage with him.

'Hostage confirmed as Bronze Two.'

It's Morgan. sh*t.
'Hold your positions.'

Back-up's on its way.

'Check if the tracker's still live.'
Copy that.

The tracker's online.

It's in a building
about 350 metres from you.

'OK, we're going after her.'

'Copy.'

ADAMS:
'They found the copper's body.' OK.

'They're on their way to you.'
Yeah, OK, good.

All going to plan.

Collapse everything else down.

Everything.

'I'm on it.'

DC HACKETT: 'The entrance
is coming up on your right.

'The building's unoccupied.'
PHIL: Understood. On approach.

Let's k*ll comms.

'Once inside, take the staircase
at the end of the corridor

'to your right.'

STATIC RADIO
INTERFERENCE

EXPO 1 Bravo, are you receiving?

We've lost comms.
Yeah, me too.

BUZZING

EXPO 1, this is Central 1-4.
Are you receiving me?

Trojan 1, Central 1-4,
can you hear me?

What's going on?

A comms blackout at the place
where Brenton was shot.

Just there?
Yes, Sir.

All other units seem
to be working fine.

Just anyone within a mile radius
of them.

MAN: Let's go. Let's go.

You lot in the right place?
Think so.

TSG support.

We're running late.

Can I see your IDs?

Yeah.

And your authorisation number.

Hang on, let me call my DS.

Our comms are down.

Yeah, ours too.

One sec.
DIALLING TONE

Skipper. Yeah.

We're just at the vehicle check
waiting for clearance.

OK.

Yeah. Good.
I'll hand you to her now.

Get my men through security.

I could easily make another call.

Think of your brother.

SHE SIGHS

Yeah, let me put her on.

Yes, Sarge.

This is DS Morgan.

My authorisation code is...
one... seven... nine...

Sierra, Zulu...

eight.

Understood.

Your comms still down?

Yeah, I've got nothing.
Yeah, me too.

They're trying to funnel us
into something.

It's never this straightforward.

Hold back.

What you thinking, Wash?

Phil, you got a smoke?

Yeah.

Send it down the corridor for me.

Keep it low.

METAL PINGS Smoke out.

HISSING

Electronic tripwire.
Another trap.

What we gonna do, then?
Well, I'm gonna take a look.

No, it's not safe.
We'll have to find another way.

Yeah, I'm sure
that's what they want us to do.

I'm done doing what they wanna do.

UNDER BREATH: f*ck.

What is it, Wash?

I've got two charges,
one above the trigger line.

I can't get to it.

I can't neutralise the device.

Rendezvous at one, one, five,
four, two, three.

One hour.

Yeah.

Make sure everything is in place.

And our contingency
is on its way, OK?

Yeah.

Nice one. See you there.

You know your friends
are gonna be coming soon.

I've left them a little surprise
downstairs.

If they are lucky enough
to get through that, well...

they can't be finding you
in one piece, now, can they?

And this little charge
should take care of that.

You need to pull your lot back,
Phil.

It's too low for you to get through.
We can't risk it.

No f*cking way. Not happening.
We ain't leaving you.

You'll have to find another way.

Phil... there is no other way.

The whole place might be rigged.
Can't leave you.

I'm not losing anyone else. Go.

All right.

Let's go.

I would like
to take this opportunity

to thank you for your service,
you and your brother.

You know, he was an easy mark.

He had a real thirst for money.

But then again, we all have
our weaknesses, don't we?

Wait, wait.

THEY GRUNT

g*nsh*t

Helen?

You're looking for DS Morgan?

You just missed her.

Where have they taken her?
It's me and her in the building.

You really think my people
would leave me here like this?

HE SCOFFS

Oh, I think your people
would do a lot worse than that.

You trying to tell me
that Morgan put that on you?

Yeah.

What's the matter?

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

I know she's not capable of that.

Bronze Two, I have to report back
to Gold Command.

Yes, Sarge.
Thank you.

Where's the b*mb?

Not that.
You know what I'm talking about.

We know you've built
a nuclear b*mb on UK soil.

Where is it?

You starting a w*r?

For who?

Iran.

Ha, bollocks.

HE COUGHS

Why does it matter to you?

Well... World w*r III?

If you only knew how much
they were paying me...

then you'd understand.

Whatever happens here today...

it'll make things better.

So, what are you gonna do now?

I'm gonna defuse... that device,

and then you're gonna tell me
where that nuke is.

OK.

Lana, look at me.

It's too late.

You lost.

I lost?
SHE TUTS

f*cking hate losing.

Let's take a look at this.

HE SHOUTS Yeah.

Tell me where
that f*cking nuclear weapon is.

Tell me! Where is it?

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

I am not gonna remove these
from your stomach

until you start talking.

There was mo...
There was money to be made.

OK.
Yeah?

But it's hard to bet...

f*ck.

On a volatile currency, so...

we had to make
the financial attacks first.

They said it would be easier
to do all this

if we were to undermine
your security, so...

we decided to b*mb your offices.

Yeah.

What about the nuclear weapon?

They wanted to make it look
like it was Iran.

Who?

HE EXCLAIMS,
GROANS

Go on.

The f*cking Americans.

HE PANTS

Why?

Use your brain.
What do you think, Lana?

So their government...
would go to w*r.

Where is it?

'What match you taking your boy to,
then?'

Friendly. Us versus the USA.

Oh, so, five-nil to us, then.
CHUCKLING: Hopefully.

WHISPERS: f*ck.

Whatever you do to me to me...

it won't stop a thing...

CHEERING

cos the game, Lana...

is almost over.

Call it off.

I can't.

HE GROANS

Even if I wanted to, I can't,
not with my employers.

They always have
an insurance policy.

How long have I got?

Not long enough to get clear.

All that money...

I won't even get to spend it.

expl*si*n

Pinchbeck's dead.

I know where the nuclear weapon is.
We need to move fast.

Right. Let's move.

You all right?
Yeah.

Are we back on comms?

Yeah, we're back.

EXPO 1?

'Gold Command, this is EXPO 1,
do you copy?'

EXPO 1, Gold Command.
We've just about got you.

Switched to the military network.

'It's good to hear your voice.'

OK, well, you're not gonna say that
in a minute.

Pinchbeck is dead.

White Sun Event confirmed.

White Sun? What is that?
It's the nuclear weapon.

It's real.
EXPO 1, are...?

'Are you sure?'

Yeah, I'm absolutely sure.

'It's at the England-USA game.'

Pinchbeck said it's the Americans

paying him and want it
to look like Iran.

False flag operation.
Don't want to drag us into a w*r.

It's about the Americans.

Get me everything on that stadium,
what units we have in the area.

Right, everyone, listen up.
This is it.

Alert COBRA, Five Eyes
and the intelligence agencies.

EXPO 1, we're getting a taskforce
in place

and requesting another EXPO unit
to attend the stadium.

No, no, no,
I can get there quicker on foot.

ETA, what, ten minutes?
Max.

Let's go.

DISTANT CHATTER

CHEERING

Sir...

officers reporting DS Morgan
walking out through the cordon.

And she's armed.
When was this?



but we've only just received it
because of the comms blackout.

Well, that confirms it.

We've found our leak.

'Gold Command to EXPO 1.

'Bronze Two is armed
and compromised.'

Jesus, what the hell
is she playing at?

CHANTING,
APPLAUSE

Come on, England!

CROWD CHANTING: England!

England!

The Prime Minister's
put the military on high alert.

Units are being prepared
for retaliatory strikes.

Against who?

Iran.

Well, it looks like
we've got one shot at this...

and that shot is Lana.