When I think of you
My heart remembers
All the love we've ever had
Just me and you
When I think of you
Just me and you
Light! Shadow! Light!
Light. Shadow. Light.
I'm not gonna lie, I did picture a younger man.
My name is DCI Hegarty, this is DI Lenker.
Well, latte, if you're going.
Extra sprinkles, please.
We're looking for these four men in connection with
a conspiracy to commit a terrorist action today,
and we have evidence placing you at the heart
- of the said conspiracy. - What? No lawyer?
Well, given the time pressure, danger of loss of life...
- Like that, is it? - We're conducting this interview
- under provision of safety protocol. - So, no lawyer then?
No.
Doesn't sound very safe.
What's the plan, Mr. Woznyiak?
I need targets. I need timings.
Woof.
- The evidence against you, seriously. - I mean, take your pick.
A twofer.
Where to look?
Yeah?
Thank you.
Okay, I'm now showing the defendant exhibit KC007.
Pages taken from a notebook found on your desk.
This is yours, Mr. Thompson. Do you deny it?
Defendant does not deny it. What is this that I'm looking at here?
Is this London pubs?
London streets, mosque, mosque, mosque.
What is this? You looking for targets here?
Making a shopping list?
You're all over this. This is your planning.
What is this?
2-3-7-8-5.
An address? A trigger code?
Mr. Thompson?
What is that? Is that my writing? I don't know. Is it?
It's nice.
This is damning stuff.
What? Wait, do you think this is all real?
'Cause I mean, look.
See? Read that.
"Cosmo Special."
See, I do these shows online.
Cosmonaut thing.
I mean, you wouldn't know. Why should you?
But we have this online special, this...
Fictional one-offs, really.
- Do you expect anyone to believe that? - Well, it's just concepts, innit?
It's just... You know, it's just Bluesky shit, really.
See? Look. Logos, merch ideas.
And you thought, what? You thought...
You thought "Terrorist handbook," did you?
Holy Grail.
Fuck me, I love you.
Can I get a copy of this when we're done?
Yep, you can get a copy of it closer to trial.
Levels.
Of course I'm in the little black book now, aren't I?
No offense.
You think you can scare us off?
But you've heard 'em. We're on the march.
- I don't hear a thing. - We're a fucking movement.
- You were arrested en route... - We're taking this country back.
- ...to your own bomb-factory. - We're coming for you...
- Flat 709 Middleton Towers. - ...and you.
I give you a year, tops.
- Where substantial evidence was found... - Empires, they come and go,
- but you lot, police, you're... - ...indicating preparation of
- nitroglycerine-based explosive material. - ...in God's fucking waiting room now.
Gone. You're gone. Boom. Replaced.
Yeah? By who? By you and your rabble?
- I don't think so. - Nah, this isn't about me.
It's about you, Herman Munster.
And as for this picture round shit, I've never heard of no Flat 7/11.
I've never been there in my fucking life.
You were arrested en route to Flat 709.
And how's I meant to get in?
Where's my keys? Hello?
Where's my keys to said fucking flat?
Go on. Check with them retards who emptied my pockets when you arrested me.
What were you doing at Middleton Towers?
What's that? Sorry, what's that, Herman?
What were you doing in Middleton Towers?
I got a mate looking to rent somewhere,
so I thought I'd have a little nose around.
All right? But you know what? I've got fucking places to be.
Sit down.
Why? Who lives there anyway?
Your fellow conspirator, Marco Rivelli, as you damn well know.
And what about the army building you detonated out in Thetford Forest?
Well, yeah, yeah. I was as blown away by that as anyone.
Yeah. 'Cause I thought... I thought that was fireworks.
- Fireworks? - Yeah.
Yeah, in the van, you know. For the...
- For the special. - Special. Yeah.
Not fireworks, no. Explosives. Triggered by detonators. Your detonators.
Seven detonators, "fire-starters," acquired by yourself.
Fucking hell.
He's one of them conspiracy nutjobs, isn't he?
- No conspiracy, I assure you. - The old tin hat brigade.
Oh, my God. Coercion, manipulation... You've done this before, haven't you?
And you, my love, you're just his useful chimp.
You were in that forest.
You watched him die with your own eyes.
Watched him die?
Come to think of it...
who killed Marco?
I mean, really?
Your face.
Billy.
He walks out of that fire on his own two trotters.
Wait. Does she know? Herman, she doesn't know, does she?
Keep up, love. He triggered it, didn't he?
- Just give us the targets. - On whose orders?
Yours?
Light. Shadow. Light.
Not much light down here though, is there?
You're groping.
Groping.
Yeah?
- You're needed in surveillance. - What happened?
Nothing yet, but Jen's got something.
What was all that about Billy in the woods?
Was it him? Did our asset blow up that bomb?
- How should I know? I wasn't even there. - We got a message from the spooks.
They just flagged up a location off one of their cell phones.
- Where? - Elsfield station car park.
Thirty minutes ago.
Thirty?
Finn, come in.
Boss, I'm on the ground with Pavel.
Just getting pictures up now.
Lock open. Pavel, please move in.
- Boss? - Right here.
Pavel!
Withdraw, withdraw. Everyone out.
- What is it? - Out! Out!
Okay, get back, get back.
Pavel?
Okay...
Yeah, it's live.
We have a live device.
Looks like a wireless switch.
Yeah, that's our detonator.
That's a lot of explosives.
Is it bigger than the bomb in the forest?
Yes.
How much bigger?
Maybe I would say triple the size.
The next station is Moorgate.
Here. My team just found this. Twenty-three minutes ago.
Your boys. Observe the backpacks.
Nigel and Phil, last seen heading towards the platform.
Are they hitting the trains? Is that it? Is that the plan?
I don't know anything about that.
What about the two bombs left behind in the van?
Who was gonna carry them? You and Billy?
You know, it's only a matter of time
before we match these backpacks with the bomb that went off in the woods.
That is happening now.
Do you think you're safe?
You think you can sit here in the warm
while your crew goes out and blows up half of London?
Is that the right time?
You're not safe.
You win, you lose. You do get that?
You're linked to this now.
If people die today, you'll be the one they come for.
No. That'll be you lot, not me.
No, no, no, no, she is right.
Worst case scenario is that I lose my pension,
but you, they're gonna make an example of you.
I don't think so.
Mate, this is London.
It's a melting pot.
Pot kettle.
Atrocity, mass casualties, it won't just be Brits.
Remember 7/7?
Eighteen national flags at half-mast. Just think about that.
God forbid there are Americans.
Or Indians, or Emiratis.
Allies. Extradition treaties.
You'll be off to Texas, or Riyadh.
- Guantanamo. - In a fucking jumpsuit.
- Fuck off. - Death penalty.
- Eye for an eye. - All right. That's never gonna happen.
Well, that depends where you go.
The threshold for criminal evidence, it varies.
Some places, they're a bit more airy-fairy with the burden of proof.
It's time to burn the fucking place down, Billy!
- For real? - Yeah. Why? Do you wanna help?
- Depends what you've got in mind. - Well, it's gonna be big.
How big?
Well, use your imagination, wee man.
Tick, tick, tick.
Boom!
Is that what you want?
You wanna die like old Len?
Uncle Len?
Stone Age Len?
Come on.
You're better than that.
People listen to you.
I'm not a violent man.
I...
You know, I'm an entertainer, really.
Yeah. An entertainer, right.
Exactly.
And you know, you're one of the lucky ones.
This is one of those rare moments where you get to choose.
Choose what?
How you wanna spend the rest of your life.
And we can help you with that,
if you're interested.
So, have you got any lawyers back in that vault then 'cause...
you know, maybe I did hear some stuff, you know? Sort of jokes, really.
Banter.
Only, you might want to get a wiggle on.
Sorry, mate.
Cliff.
We'd like you to negotiate terms with our witness.
Sure.
Any red lines for me?
Red lines?
As I said, use your imagination.
Call me Clifford.
There's still time, or he wouldn't be up for the trade.
"Use your imagination." What does that mean?
Take a wild guess.
Immunity?
What's your mate, Dencik, gonna say about that?
Dencik will be playing sardines in the disabled loo
with the rest of the eighth floor.
It's just you and me now. There's no one else.
Boss?
Kim?
Boss, we tracked down subject five.
- When? - Now.
Alive. TSU picked up a facial match.
- Where is he? - East Ham High Road.
- Where's he going? - Yeah, it's not clear.
What's the target?
Is there any sign of a target?
I don't know. Don't know. But we've got eyeballs now.
- Do we have firearms? - On their way, I think...
...an intermediate...
He's heading to the market.
- Sian, East Ham, pictures? - Nothing yet.
Kim, can you identify the suspect?
Yep, yep.
Yes, subject identified.
Are you sure? Are you 100% sure?
- Yes, I'm sure. - Is he clear of the public?
Negative. There's people everywhere.
Do we have control and vision of the subject?
What? What was that? I can't hear...
What did he say?
Firearms team are waiting on the order, sir.
Unit Delta-7,
this is DCI Daniel Hegarty, Intelligence support.
We are live. Wait for my order.
Sir, waiting for authorization to shoot.
- Sian. Cameras? - Nothing. Sorry.
They're crossing the road. Walking behind the cars.
Kim. Still no visual.
Are we safe to shoot? Yes or no?
Unit Delta-7. Respond.
I don't know where... He's heading to the market...
Do we have control and vision of the subject?
Awaiting authorization.
He's speeding up.
Dan?
You are authorized. Shoot to kill.
Are you receiving?
He's seen us. Delta-3 moving in on the subject.
He's running.
Armed police! Armed police!
Stay where you are!
- Everyone back. Get back. - Stand still!
Shit.
Kim. Advise subject status.
We have a confirmed kill. Repeat, confirmed kill.
Kim, can you confirm the identity of the deceased?
Yeah, it's him, subject five. 100%.
Explosives, Kim?
Bomb team are deactivating now.
Right, cordon off this area.
- DI Lenker. - What?
We've got a sighting from TCU.
- What is it? - Just bringing it up here.
Exiting Moorgate station.
Subject two and four. When was this?
Nine minutes ago.
And then what? Where are they now?
We're trying to access nearby cameras.
And where is subject three? Where is he?
He never boarded the train. Last seen headed east.
TCU's tracking now.
- Ma'am? - Have you seen this?
Yeah, we're watching the footage now.
Can you... Can you hold on for a minute?
Yes, sending now. I need a confirm and track from that location.
- Hey. - June.
We've got eyes on subjects two and four exiting Moorgate.
Can I call you back? Yeah?
Cliff, any white smoke?
Yes. Synchronized attack, 12:45.
- 12:45. - That's 24 minutes.
- Shit. - Targets?
- There is a proposal. - Okay.
- Immunity. That's the ask. - Right.
So, he's in the clear for the detonators, the attack, any related charges?
- What? - Well, it's not in the manual.
- Did you talk to Max? - Yeah. It's your call.
Max? Hello? Who's Max?
- Max is-- - He's a lawyer.
- Like me. - For the spooks.
Right, so what's the offer?
Immunity from what?
Look, these are terms usually reserved for high-value assets.
He would, in effect, be protected from prosecution going forward.
What? So, we can't touch him?
- Ever? - That would depend.
On what?
There are limitations. There are limitations to this, yeah?
Yes. Crimes with a life sentence
would fall outside of the terms of any arrangement.
Wait. This man is the reason why we are under siege
- in our own backyard. - Yeah, I know.
Not to mention the officer that is lying dead in Leeds Infirmary.
Look, I'm aware it's not ideal.
But this is a seller's market and the clock is ticking down.
Look.
June. Just give me one minute.
- This is not... - June.
This is not our only option. We have eyes on two of them right now.
- Yeah. Moorgate you said. - Ma'am.
Ma'am, we've got them entering Leadbetter Street six minutes ago.
- Yeah. Moorgate. Lunch hour. - I need a list of possible targets
- within a mile radius. - That's a hell of a list of targets.
Riley's on it. He's en route with the firearms team.
- And what about the fourth man? - He's heading east from Elsfield.
- Yeah. Any advance on Elsfield? - No.
Sadie's got him undocking an e-bike just after midday.
Really? Where?
- Heading towards Forest Gate. - Come...
That's too vague. It's too chancy.
Look. Do the trade. It's an opportunity.
An opportunity for what?
Jesus. It's just a figure of speech. Do the trade, nobody dies.
What makes you think that Cosmo even knows the targets?
Well, I don't, but it's just like the man says. Roll the dice.
Roll the dice.
It's a ladder, it's a win.
- It's a fucking snake. - It's both.
You see this right here? This is why they hate us.
- Well, that's okay. - Well, I'm glad you're happy.
Well, maybe I see things that you don't wanna see.
Don't you tell me who I am.
- I am not you. - Ma'am.
- I am not fucking like you. - Ma'am.
We think we've seen them two minutes ago.
- Passing Monument. - Okay. Sian, you think or you know?
- It's not confirmed yet. - Shit.
- Shit. Shit. - June. June.
Let's call it together.
- Fine. Okay. - You sure?
Fuck you.
Clifford.
Let's do the trade.
Get the targets.
How many targets?
Three targets.
East Ham halal street market.
Where else?
Clairmont Hotel, Bardene Street.
Asylum seekers holiday camp. Hot tub. Jacuzzis.
And? What about Moorgate?
Immigration Center. Fucking leave to remain. Double strike.
Armed police!
Get down! Don't move!
Show me your hands!
Get down! Lay down flat on the ground!
Get down! Stay where you are.
Control, Alpha-1. Shots fired.
Seven, get in there. Check him.
- Yeah, he's dead. - That is a kill.
Confirmed. Subject four is down.
Lobby clear. Subject two still at large.
Commencing sweep of building.
Alpha-10, they did not complete the evacuation.
There are members of the public in there.
Copy that.
First floor clear!
Where are we with the other targets?
Jen, confirmation please.
Yeah. We've evacuated the hotel. Bomb squad are in now.
Any sign of subject three, Jen?
No. Maybe he got spooked? I don't know.
Second floor lobby, clear.
Officer under attack!
East stairwell. Second floor...
Stairwell! Go! Go!
Man down. I repeat. Man down.
Kieran? Oh, my God. You were supposed to be on the piano.
I'm here now.
Give us a hand with Maddie's wings, will you?
- The glue gun's worse than useless. - Yeah.
Fucking...
Don't come out. You stay where you fucking are.
- Fuck. - Armed police!
Don't shoot! The backpack!
Stay here. Don't you fucking move!
Nobody touch it!
Don't you fucking touch it!
There he is! He's there in the doorway!
- Let's go, let's go, let's go! Let's go! - Get down!
Eyes on the target. Eyes on the target!
Hey! Armed police!
Subject in my vision.
- Kieran's target? Again. - The hotel.
- Asylum seekers. - He's not there.
- This is it. All or nothing. - Why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
Boss.
It's him.
Fuck.
Armed police! Stop moving!
Now put your phone on the ground, now.
Now take your bag off and place it on the ground slowly.
Good. Now stand up slowly.
Hands in the air. Do as I say, you'll be fine.
Step away from the bag.
- Keep going. - I changed my mind. I changed my mind.
- Step away. - I changed my mind.
Fuck.
Subject down.
Well done.
Never in doubt.
It's done.
Did you get 'em?
Yeah.
All seven explosive devices accounted for.
One officer injured.
And no members of the public were harmed so...
we're in the clear.
What about Nigel? And the lads?
Cosmo, is he...
Well, is he gonna go to jail or... or what?
Listen, my colleague, Jen, here, she will take you to a safe house.
Just for a couple of nights.
Until we can sort something out for the long term.
Billy.
You're free.
If you'd like to come with me.
- Hey. - Hi.
I was just calling to say
that I'm okay. I'm safe.
Yeah. Good.
Yeah, we had a bit of a win today, so...
Yeah, no, I saw the news.
Right, so,
panic over
for today, at least.
Yeah, good.
I'm gonna drop your car back tomorrow.
Hey... Listen, I...
I meant to say, I've...
I've just packed some of your stuff.
It's just basics.
I...
I think you should find your own place.
- Yeah? - Yeah, it's...
I think...
Yeah, sure. No, fine. It's fine.
Whatever you... whatever you say.
Okay, great.
Fucking...
Fucking Jesus. Fuck!
- Leo? - I mean, it's my fucking place!
Of course, you knew I was gonna ask you to move out. It's my...
- Leo. I'm st... Leo, I'm still-- - It's my fucking place, you fucking slag.
Leo. Leo. Wow. I mean...
- Shit. - Hidden depths.
I didn't really think you had it in you.
Fucking slag?
Really?
Why are you laughing? Why are you fucking laughing?
I feel like I need to take a run-up.
You know, I need to take a run-up to say how...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
No, no. Don't.
Both in pain.
Might as well own it, hey?
If not now, when?
Yeah.
I don't know, I feel like I was just some kind of glorified babysitter or something.
Maybe that's what you wanted?
A little bit?
The full package.
Plus you got to rescue us or whatever.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe. But it was so much more for me.
You know, for me.
You know, I wanted to have kids of my own.
I mean, it's not that Jacob wasn't enough, of course he was,
but I wanted to have that...
to share that with you.
Why didn't you say that?
I didn't know if you wanted them, did I?
I mean, you were always going on about work
and work and work, and I thought...
I don't know.
Is that an excuse?
And I didn't wanna blow what...
I didn't wanna risk what we...
what we had.
You should've asked.
Yeah.
Why are we doing this?
Why are you dumping this on me now?
Don't know.
It's too late now, right?
Right?
It's too late.
Don't... I...
You said ask.
So I am. I'm asking--
We love you, Cosmo!
What are you doing here?
House visit.
You didn't call. I was concerned.
Right.
Did you catch the show?
Next time.
I'll tell you what, they're a bunch of fucking animals, that lot.
Sorry to hear about your girl Friday.
Leo? Was it?
Yeah, that's bad luck, innit?
Must've been quite a shock for her, I imagine.
Did... Did they find the bloke who... who did it? Or...
There something you wanna tell me?
Well, yeah, I did hear that it was maybe a fan.
Heard from whom?
Well, just sort of people, you know.
Various gossip.
But I said to them... I said, I can't help that. Can I?
'Cause I don't tell people what to do.
Or maybe it never happened.
Maybe you made it up.
Did you ever think about that?
I'm kidding.
We've done all that, haven't we? We've done that one.
That's old material. Although--
I heard you're spreading your wings.
New York, Colorado.
Well, yeah. Just a few meetings. Yeah.
I'll be expecting a full report of course.
Well, no, no.
That's not what we agreed, is it?
I mean, I'll give you here, I'll throw in Germany,
but not that lot, no. 'Cause they've been good to me.
You'll be needing your passport though, won't you?
Gavin.
You think you got the run of me, don't you?
I'm out of your fucking league, Herman.
See you're having fun already.
Wait.
Is... Is he all right?
Who?
Billy.
Yeah, well, if you do see him, just tell him, no hard feelings from me.
Yeah, can you do that?
Yeah.
Does he...
You know, does he ever ask about me?
How was he?
You know.
So, go on. Did he give you anything?
Give you any names?
No. Not this time.
Sorry.
You know what? We don't need this.
We can move him on, we can give him to the spooks.
This is too much too soon.
No.
We keep him.
We keep digging.
You should go home.
I'll call you a taxi.
Just sit.
- You sure? - Just sit, just sit.
Fucking sit. For a minute.
Please.
Anything you need, anything.
I'm here.
Thank you.
No problem.
Can we have another one of these, please?
And can you do me a coffee?
Coffee?
What, from... from that there?
Why not?
Sooner you than me, pal.
Well, what can I say?
I'm an optimist.
Fucking hell.