- I'm nearly there! - We've gotta go!
- Don't go! - Get off!
Get down!
I'm scared that next time I step up to a device
I'm not gonna know what I'm doing.
You've just lost your mate. Give yourself a break.
Who's that?
Uh, it's just Danny. Some stupid GIF.
You know, I've been thinking about it for a while.
Might be an idea for you to move in here with me, you know.
You working?
Is he bollocks.
It's just tough at the minute.
Look at the bloody state of you.
A halal butcher's?
Don't mention this to Mum and Dad.
What are you doing, Billy?
- We're at war, Lana. - You haven't got a clue.
What do you know about war?
Single bombing campaign run by one group: the Crusaders.
We know at least one member of the cell, Nic Roberts.
Nic Roberts didn't have bomb-making training.
There's another member of the cell: the bomb maker.
It's HMX-319.
How the hell are the bombers getting military-grade explosive?
What does the CCTV
from the tower block tell us?
This is him leaving the building.
From there he gets into a white Prius.
But we're still searching for the vehicle.
Look at this from the first device at Westhaven.
It's the same technique.
It's military training.
They know call-out times, how we think,
how we move, everything.
It's got to be an inside man.
The suspect shot dead in the terror attack
at the Five Oaks Pub in London
has been named today as Nicholas Roberts,
a former member of the English Flag.
Counter-terror police are appealing
for anyone with information to come forward.
This attempt on an LGBT venue
follows attacks by the so-called Crusaders
on the Amburiq Mosque and Westhaven Estate.
- Speak to the jogger. - Find out if she saw anything.
- Here you go. - Thanks.
Okay.
Prelim report from forensics says there's no fingerprints,
no evidence of the second Crusader,
but the vehicle make and model
match the one detected on CCTV leaving Fairhall Tower.
Plates were taken and the VIN removed from the chassis.
So the guy's a pro. What about CCTV?
We're in a black hole here.
That's why it's so popular with doggers.
We didn't lucky to find some couple?
No one that's likely to come forward.
Detectives.
Sonya, anything useful?
Well, from the blast pattern and the intense local burning,
looks like some sort of accelerant
was used for the interior.
- Hey. - Hi.
And then a det charge on the petrol tank.
So our man isn't taking any chances.
What kind of accelerant?
Well, I'll do a deep dive,
but I'd say good old petrol.
There's nothing exotic to trace.
So the use of a det charge,
does that suggest he could be the bomb maker?
Well, you can teach anyone to use a det charge.
It's making it that's harder.
Okay, I'm gonna head back to Five Oaks.
- Is there anything else? - No.
When I get a report on the accelerant
I'll let you know if anything comes up.
- Can I have a word? - Yeah.
So, how are we getting on?
The HMX? Porton Down?
Uh, I've sent it on. We're looking at it.
Well, I think this will speed things up.
That's how professionals tie their wires.
Yeah.
Well, we found the same pattern in all three devices.
And that's why you think it was one bomber for all three?
I found that in John Hudson's locker.
What are you doing in his locker, Lana?
Christ.
It's a breach of confidence,
not to mention it makes any evidence inadmissible.
Yeah, obviously I know that. Just hear me out, yeah?
Hidden in the back of his locker
is an A-Z of London covering these locations:
Five Oaks Pub, Westhaven, Amburiq Mosque.
Come on, Thom. Are you gonna help me or not?
Yeah, all right. Okay.
You did the right thing, bringing this to me. I'll, uh...
I'll take care of it.
Right, well, I'll text you the pictures.
- Yeah, all right. - All right.
I'll see you in a bit.
Hello?
Hi, is that Lana Washington?
Yeah, speaking.
This is DC Jones.
Your brother William has failed to attend
a further interview at Holloway Police Station.
He's not turned up?
There's not much I can do about that, sorry.
It's in his best interest to cooperate
with these additional inquiries.
- If he doesn't... - No. No, no, it's fine.
I'll bring him in myself. Okay.
Okay, thank you.
- Thanks, bye. - Goodbye.
God's sake.
Eh up, it's Billy. Um...
Leave me a message. I'll get back to you.
Billy, I'm at your flat.
You were meant to have an appointment with the police today.
Billy!
Will you call me? I ain't got time for this shit.
The situation with the far right in this country
is very fluid.
When Agatha Jack attempted to reform English Flag last year
there were 100 expulsions from the party
for extremist views.
Names on a list that were easy for us to monitor.
So we think the far right changed tactics.
They started to look at people without criminal convictions
or a history of far right activism, clean skins,
to target the disillusioned,
the unemployed, the left behind,
and to groom them for political ends.
So to restate our current thinking,
the initial attack on Westhaven
was a false flag operation by the Crusaders
to justify their attack on the Amburiq Mosque.
Andrew Phelan was chosen as the unwilling victim
for the Westhaven attack because Nic Roberts
had some kind of personal grudge against him.
Do we know what that was?
From our interviews with Phelan
we've established that Roberts mistakenly believed
Phelan had been deliberately placed in his cell by MI5
to gather intel on the far right.
We're working through a database of suspects
supplied by Thames House that had history with Nic Roberts,
and examining CCTV and comms for any new associations.
We've had the preliminary results of Nic Roberts autopsy,
and it seems that he was in the advanced stages
of terminal prostate cancer,
which might explain why he was prepared
to act as a suicide bomber.
Lana, I read your report on the Five Oaks.
Again, well done.
You seem certain that we're looking for the same bombers
for all three attacks.
Uh, no sir, not certain.
But I think it's highly likely that we're looking
for just one bomber.
We've identified three distinct elements.
One, the chemical composition of the device, HMX-319.
Which has been reported as classified at Porton Down.
Uh, we're tracing that now, sir.
Working theory is that some of the explosive
found its way on to the dark web.
Two, the method of delivery:
the repeated use of secondaries.
And three,
with the reconstruction of the devices
we've been able to identify
a distinct signature in the wiring.
And does that tell us anything about the bomb maker?
That they've had high-level military training.
This considerably raises the threat level.
I've got an example here from the device.
May I?
That technique is durable. It prevents snagging.
An EXPO can quickly check for damage
without pulling the whole thing apart.
This is not something just anyone can do.
When was this report submitted, Thom?
Ms. Washington only made the discovery about the wiring
earlier today, ma'am.
We're now looking through official databases
to see if we can identify any persons of interest.
We're keeping an open mind.
We're looking at former English Flag members
who may have had some level of training.
TA, paramilitary.
Lana, I'm not doubting that you recognise this technique,
but why would the bombers choose
to advertise who they were so clearly?
Unless it's a ruse to throw us off track.
The false flag attack at Westhaven
shows they use misdirection.
Finishing a wire like this is second nature.
You just do it without thinking.
The bombers obviously didn't expect us to check the wiring.
The circuit's usually damaged in the blast.
I'm absolutely certain the bomber's military.
Billy? Wake up!
What a shit tip.
It's that one.
Oh, right.
Where is the birthday boy?
I'll wake the lazy sod up.
- Oh, look. - Billy?
He started the party without us.
- Looks like it. - Jeez.
Well that's typical. He's not here.
I told you we should have called first.
Well, he's obviously had people round.
Maybe him and Becky have gone out
for a birthday surprise.
No, I doubt it, Mum.
Think them two have split up for good now.
What? He never said.
Well, he wouldn't, would he?
Hmm, his car's gone and all.
Oh, that's a shame about Becky.
How did he seem when you last saw him?
Uh, mardy?
Confused?
- No change there, then. - No.
Bloody hell, what's that?
It's a bandage.
He cut his hand a couple of days ago.
- When? - A couple of days ago.
It was after Nut's funeral.
He got absolutely battered.
He'd had too much to drink,
and he ended up smashing a window and he got arrested...
Arrested?
Yes, Dad.
But he didn't want you to worry,
so I promised him I wouldn't say.
You promised him you wouldn't say anything.
Mum, come on.
- What's going on? - Nothing, Mum.
Please, stop worrying.
Billy's not turned up to his own party. What's new?
Yeah, it sounds like his usual dozy self.
Yeah. Probably nursing a hangover somewhere.
You're off then?
I'm not gonna stay if he's not here.
All right. I'll see you in a bit.
- Ta-ra, love. - Ta-ra.
- Thank you. - Thank you. Bye-bye.
All right?
Well, I've had better weeks.
Yeah. I just wanted to say sorry about your window.
Bloody idiots. They were drunk, weren't they?
I've been here my entire life, love. It's always the same.
Things go wrong, we're an easy target.
Were you in when it happened?
Yeah. I sleep up there, don't I?
We heard them staggering down the road,
two in the morning, singing, shouting.
Look, uh...
Will you let me pay for your window?
Nah, you're all right. It's not your fault, is it?
No, it's not. It's my brother's.
And I'm really ashamed, so please,
will you just let me pay for it?
No.
Keep your money.
I'm not trying to offend you. I...
We don't need anything from anything you.
Sorry, can I just ask? You said "them."
Did you say there was more than one guy?
Well, I can't remember.
You need to leave us alone.
Thing to do is not to panic, yeah?
Don't go for some fancy flavour combo
like banana salted caramel.
You'll regret it.
I'll just have some of yours then.
- Oh, you will, will you? - Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
So come on. What's up?
I mean, I know hanging out with me
is on your bucket list, love.
Something's wrong. I can tell.
It's my stupid brother.
He's gone on some bender and my folks are worried,
so they're giving me grief, which is all I need.
Billy's a grown lad, isn't he?
Probably just letting off steam.
Yeah. He's done it before, lost weekends.
But there's more, right?
After Nut's wake he went and smashed up the window
at a halal butcher's.
He's been charged with racially aggravated criminal damage.
Oh, mate, I...
I don't know what to say.
Neither do I. It's disgusting.
I'm not making excuses
for what he's done or anything, but...
Well, he was bloody wasted that night, wasn't he?
Almost as bad as you.
According to Micky,
him and John started on the Flaming Sambucas after we left.
Nearly set the bar on fire.
John? EXPO John?
Yeah. Micky reckons they were on it all night, those two.
Said they left together as well.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Go on, old man.
Mate, you're up. Go on, you got this.
One.
Two.
John? Can I have a quick word, please?
What's up, Wash?
You haven't seen Billy around, have you?
He's not been back to his flat.
Billy who?
- My Billy. - Oh right, your brother.
No. Why would I have seen him?
I thought you two were mates.
Mates?
What are you on about? I barely said two words to him.
Is that it?
Yeah, that's it.
- See you later, ladies. - Later, old man.
See ya.
It's called technique, bro.
Wash?
How many pull-ups can you do?
Don't wanna embarrass you.
- Ooh. - Oi!
Shit.
Eh up, it's Billy. Um...
Leave me a message, I'll get back to you.
Yo. Numpty, it's me.
Where are you? Call me when you get this, okay?
- Lana! - Bye.
What do you think you're playing at?
What are you doing, following me?
We've got an individual under surveillance.
Active surveillance. They saw you following John.
I had to tell my team not to include it in the report.
He was checking out a Jewish centre.
Thom, he's mixed up in all of this.
I can tell you now, he is.
Look, he's under constant surveillance, okay?
So just leave the job to us, please.
See you later at work, yeah?
All right, Wash? Brew?
Just the man I was after.
I was just thinking about the Five Oaks attack.
John was on shift that day
but he never turned up to the job.
Hass did.
Oh, yeah. Remember.
He went home just before the call came in.
Stomach bug, he said.
Well, that's strange. Seemed fine when I saw him.
Do you want a brew?
Yeah, cheers.
Come on.
Eh up, it's Billy. Um...
Leave me a message, I'll get back to you.
Hey.
- Hey. - Who's that?
Billy. Have you spoken to John Hudson yet?
Uh, I can't talk about an ongoing investigation, Lana.
Neighbour at number six.
Yeah, she seems...
He's hiding something.
I found out that he pulled a sicky
the day of the Five Oaks attack.
He even lied to my face about knowing Billy.
If we had anything on him,
do you really think we'd let him on duty?
I'm sorry, Lana. I've already said too much.
All right, well, have you got the trace
on the military explosives that you promised me?
It's ongoing, like I've told you.
"Ongoing"?
- What does that even mean? - Lana...
Thom, it's me you're talking to.
I can't tell you everything.
All right? I've already shared too much.
There's a DCI position opening up
in Serious and Organised Crime and I just can't afford
to not play it by the book at the minute.
Are you seriously thinking about your career
- at the moment? - I didn't mean it like that.
Is that all you care about?
- What I'm saying is... - Oi, oi! Heads up!
Yes, I will come back to you on that, Lana.
- All right, Wash? - What are you lot doing here?
Same as you. EXPO briefing.
- Yeah. - Yeah. Keep up, mate.
Come on then, John.
What have you got our Billy mixed up in?
Come on. I know about the butcher's window.
No idea what you're talking about.
Where you getting this shit from?
No one's telling me anything.
Just working it all out for myself.
- Right. - Mm-hmm.
What are you doing? Grooming him?
Lana! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Lana! What the hell's going on?
Jesus Christ!
- Fuck's sake. - No!
Fuck's sake!
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm good.
What's going on there?
Do you wish to make a formal complaint about this officer?
- Stay there. - No.
No, I'm not like that.
She's had a lot to deal with lately, what with Nut and that.
Pressure's getting to her. Isn't that right, Wash?
- Oh, fuck off! - Lana!
I can't ignore your conduct.
I think you should take some personal leave.
What?
You do know that it's him you need to worry about, don't you?
It wasn't a request.
Clearly you need some time away from the front line.
Oh, this is bullshit!
There's a psycho out there killing people.
What do you want me to do?
Just go home and start twiddling my thumbs?
That's my decision.
Well, with respect, ma'am, it's bollocks.
Excuse me.
- Hey, leave it. - Hudson!
Wash, hey.
Hey. Thanks for making time for me.
Like I said, I don't wanna get you in trouble.
No, don't worry about it.
I'll help if I can, but let's make it quick.
So I've had a thought.
HMX-319, that's what special forces use, innit?
Uh, yeah, I believe so.
I mean, that's about as much as we know from Porton Down.
All right, well, what's the lifespan of it?
If we can narrow down the timescales we can get some dates.
Then maybe we can work out who'd have access.
Well...
Depending on storage, about 50 years I reckon.
The traces we found would seem to be about 10 years old.
Look, leave this with me and I'll see if I can find out
about military operations that used HMX, okay?
Did you get any sleep last night?
I just can't sit around waiting for something to happen
while the bomber's out there.
Billy is a pain in the arse.
He's just a magnet for bullies and wrong 'uns.
I'm just sick of having to look out for him.
I need to be on duty.
Mate, you need to take your mind off things.
How?
Here she is.
Lady of leisure.
Oh, yeah. You gonna break?
Uh...
Ladies first.
You'll regret that.
He's going for it. Middle pocket.
Come on, mate. Just caress it home.
Just tickle it.
Ooh! Unlucky!
Sorry, pal. Better luck next time.
That's why I love coming here.
- The vibe, you know? - Yeah.
These boys are bloody useless,
but they're having the time of their life.
Yeah, this is all I want.
What, fizzy pop, crisps, and being shit at pool?
What a life.
Yeah, you...
I just mean the simple things.
Having a laugh. Mates.
Yeah, I get it.
And thanks.
What for?
For not asking me how I am.
Well, I'm...
I'm always around, any time you don't wanna talk.
So, is that what we are, then? Mates?
You tell me.
Great timing.
Sorry. For kissing you.
Don't be.
Oh my god.
Hello?
What? Say that again, I can't hear you properly.
What?
There's bad reception in here. Best outside.
I'll be one minute.
Hang on a sec.
It's Commander Bregman.
I need to talk to you about your brother Billy.
Can you hear me?
Yeah, I can hear you. What's up?
Listen carefully. This is a confidential briefing.
Do not repeat it to anyone unless I authorise you to do so.
Okay.
We believe your brother is involved with a Crusaders cell.
We don't know what his involvement is.
It could be low-level, transporting things around.
We can't be certain yet.
We know he's due in front of the magistrate's court
on the charge of racially aggravated criminal damage.
And our investigations have revealed a link
between Billy and the Crusaders.
We found CCTV evidence of Nic Roberts meeting with Billy.
Now, I know this is a lot to take in,
but the situation has become critical.
Billy's car has tripped an ANPR camera
and we tracked him heading into North London.
We need to detain him and bring him in for questioning.
The Crusaders' next attack may be imminent.
I'm sorry, sir, are you sure you mean my Billy?
Lana, we have an armed police response unit
ready to intercept,
but we want you to encourage him
to cooperate calmly and safely.
I'm going to have to push you, Lana. Will you make the call?
Uh, yeah. Yeah.
DI Desai, do you have anything else to add?
Lana, it's Sam.
When we need to communicate we'll text you.
We need as much information as possible.
Keep him talking, find out where he's going,
and make him come to Southwark Station.
He's, um... He's not been answering my calls, so...
Understood. Um...
From his phone records he's been making calls
to a Becky Walters.
Several unanswered calls.
Yep, that's his ex.
Text him and say you're with Becky
and she wants to speak to him.
Make him call you.
Thom, is the audio recording set up?
Uh, yeah. Just...
You're recording this?
Lana, we have to.
Okay.
- Ready? - Yeah.
Okay, everything's ready.
We'll be listening in on a secure line.
We playing or what?
Um...
Uh, no, not now. Just...
What's up?
I've gotta go. I'm sorry, Karl.
Billy!
Can you put Becky on?
Where are you? You sound like you're driving.
You should raise the volume.
Yeah, I'm driving to meet my mates.
Go on, just let me speak to Becky.
What mates? Anyone I know?
Just mates, Lana.
Why, what's going? Is she with you or what?
Listen, Billy, I'm not with Becky.
I just needed you to call me.
You mean you're not with Becky? What do you mean?
- What? Why? - I need to talk to you.
You've not been answering my calls.
You've not been about. I mean, where are you driving to?
Billy? Billy!
Fucking arsehole!
Billy! Where exactly are you?
Farringdon tube station.
Sounds busy. What's going on?
Farringdon tube is near where the anti-fascist demo
is taking place in Clerkenwell Green.
What's Billy doing amongst all that lot?
Okay. Well, why are you there?
How close are the armed units?
Two minutes out.
Billy. Billy?
Intercept.
Listen to me. It's important.
What are you doing at Farringdon Station?
I was meant to meet the lads but they're not here.
Outside the tube, he said, but I can't see 'em.
Just a load of lefty wankers.
Billy, why did you drive? Was that your idea?
No, my mate asked me to give some of the lads a lift down.
Must be some kind of joke.
Yeah, he's set me up, hasn't he?
They're having a laugh, aren't they? Knobheads.
Billy, these new mates of yours,
they're not who you think they are.
Lana, what are you on about?
Nic. Nic Roberts, he's a...
He's a terrorist!
One of the Crusaders who killed Nut.
You're winding me up, aren't you?
Do I sound like I'm fucking winding you up?
Have any of them been near your car?
Look around. Is there anything different about it?
Eh?
For fuck's sake, Billy, listen to me.
I need you to check the car for me, okay?
Have a look under the steering wheel or under the footwell,
anything that you can see that might be unusual.
All right. Yeah, um...
Lana, there's some masking tape underneath the foot mat.
All right, okay.
Can you really carefully lift up the masking tape?
There's...
There's a wire, Lana.
Can you see where it's leading to?
Um...
The glove box.
Fucking hell.
Shit, shit, shit.
It's hooked up to summat. Looks like a bomb.
I've gotta get out the car.
- No, Billy! - If it explodes I'm done for.
- Do not get out of the car! - I'm gonna die.
Do not get out of the car!
You just need to stay calm and listen to me, all right?
We need to get the vehicle away from the crowds.
Get Lana to direct Billy to a safer location,
away from the tube.
Okay, texting her now.
This is DI Desai. We need an EXPO unit.
Standby for exact location.
Trojan unit from Central Eight Five, hold back.
Do not engage. Repeat, do not engage.
Right, Billy, here's the plan.
You need to drive away from the tube.
The police are looking for a safe location.
- How about Hackney Marshes? - Too far.
Too busy at this time of day.
He's about two miles from Cranstead Fields.
That could work.
Yeah, okay.
Okay, I'll send him there.
Right, we're gonna go to Cranstead Fields, Billy.
- You know it, yeah? - Yeah, I know.
I'll meet you there. It's gonna be okay.
The vehicle's being driven to Cranstead.
We need EMT and EXPO units to meet him.
Trojan unit from Central Eight Five.
New RVP for suspect is Cranstead Fields.
Do not engage suspect unless there is a significant threat.
Trojan One, received.
When you get there, keep the engine running, all right?
Don't press anything, don't open the door, don't touch anything.
Just stay still. I'm gonna be there as soon as possible.
You've gotta tell Mum and Dad I'm sorry, yeah?
Billy, tell 'em yourself. You're gonna be fine.
I'm about five minutes away. Just stay calm, stay focused.
I'm nearly there, all right?
Shit!
What's happened?
There... there's a timer, Lana.
There's a fucking timer.
Shit!
- Shit! Fuck! - Listen, Billy.
I'm gonna help you, I swear down,
but you need to focus, okay?
You just need to concentrate on getting to the park.
You're only a few minutes away.
When you get there drive straight onto the field
and it'll be fine, I promise.
You're gonna be safe.
- Oh, fucking hell. - My battery's gonna die.
Billy?
Billy!
This is Central Seven Four. I need eyes on the ground.
Do we have units yet at Cranstead?
Aerial Nine Eight, we have visual on target,
moving eastbound on Cranstead Road.
EXPO Eight, received. ETA two minutes.
Trojan One, received. ETA one minute.
Damn.
EXPO is incoming. Just secure the perimeter.
Evacuate all members of the public from the area.
Costa, secure yourself a firing position.
Roger.
Move! Move! Clear the area now!
Suspect is approaching the location.
Move! Move!
Get out the way! Move!
Run!
Get away from that car!
Oi, go! Get the fuck out of here!
You could have killed us!
It's the bomb squad! Run!
There's a bomb in the car! There's a bomb in the car!
Billy. Billy.
Billy, look. It's me, it's Hass.
Stay still, okay?
Now, we're gonna work...
We gonna work around you, okay?
- Uh, yeah. Yeah. - Hey, look at me!
It's gonna be okay. Stay still.
No, no, no, no, Hass. I'm losing it, Hass.
Billy! Billy, Billy.
Stay calm. Just stay calm.
It's gonna be okay.
Lana.
Oh my God.
- I'm worried he's gonna bolt. - Get everyone back.
I'll speak to him.
- I'll get hers. - Thanks.
- Billy! I'm here. - Lana.
All right, it's gonna be fine.
Just stay really still for me,
yeah, and I'm gonna have look around the car.
Yeah, you've gotta do summat. It's...
It's about three minutes, yeah?
- I gotta get out. - Just stay still.
I'll go and have a look. Don't touch anything.
I'm just gonna check the car, okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Just... just hurry!
How bad is it?
It's fine.
I can tell when you're lying, man. So how bad is it?
It's fine.
Lana!
It's fine, Billy.
Lana!
What's he done?
Lana!
Trojan Five Four, I have visual.
EXPO is at the device. Cordon secure.
Sniper's in position.
Good work.
Lana!
The timer, it makes no sense.
- Why? - How would the bomber know
where he's gonna be when the device goes off?
I don't get it.
It's a decoy?
- Yeah. - Lana, I need to get out!
It's less than two minutes, yeah?
Lana, get me out the car!
Billy! Listen to me!
Listen to me! Look at me, yeah?
The timer, it means nothing.
They put it there as a trick so that you open the door!
- Please. - Can you hear me?
- Please. - So don't touch it! Stay still!
- Oh, fuck. - It's gonna be fine.
Listen to me. I'm your sister, okay?
You need to trust me. I'm gonna go and get some stuff.
Lana, please don't go.
You gotta trust me.
It's gonna be fine.
Please. Please.
Okay. Okay.
All right. Okay.
What's happening?
Billy's freaked out by the timer but I'm sure it's a trap.
I need to get him out but I'm worried
that the driver's side might be rigged.
Well, what about the passenger side?
No, that's where the device is. I don't wanna risk it.
They could have done all the doors. I don't know.
Come on.
Lana, I need you!
Lana!
Lana, do something!
Fuck! No, no!
Hey, Lana!
Okay, let's extract him out the rear window.
Rear window. Right.
Lana! Lana!
Trojan Five Four, suspect is unlocking door.
Repeat, suspect is...
- Lana! - Billy!
Billy, look at me! Billy!
No! No!
No!
Hi, it's me. Uh, I've been round yours.
No one's heard from you. Please, call me.
I just need to know you're okay.
It's me again. I, um...
I can't imagine what you're going through. I just...
Christ.
I'm here if you wanna talk, or I can come round.
Whatever you need, okay? I...
I don't want you to be alone.
Just call me.