Trigger Point - S01E01- By ~ M.Bourebala ~
(siren wailing)
- [Dispatcher] Trojan One, what's your location?
- [Robins] Trojan One, received.
We're in position at Westhaven, awaiting instructions.
- [Dispatcher] High risk of IED in situ.
Stand by for EXPO.
- [Robins] Trojan One, received.
Do we have confirmation of target?
- [Dispatcher] Negative, Trojan One.
Hold tight.
- [Robins] Trojan One, received.
Where's my EXPO?
- [Dispatcher] EXPO One, what's your location?
- [Joel] This is EXPO One, blue-lighting.
ETA one minute.
- This is EXPO Two. ETA three minutes.
- [Dispatcher] RVP is a side street, Gavenny Road.
- [Joel] EXPO One, received.
- [Robins] Trojan One, received.
- EXPO Two, received.
(suspenseful music)
(siren wailing)
(suspenseful music)
- [Officer] Residents of Westhaven Estate,
this is a police message.
We need your assistance.
We are evacuating this area due to a threat.
- Hot enough for you?
(Joel chuckles)
- They've requested two EXPOs on this job. Must be big.
- Either that or they've got their doubts about you.
Where are we going?
- Up there. - Nutkins.
You know DI Desai from SO15. She's in command of the op.
- Inspector Robins, this is Lana Washington.
I don't think you two have- - We are acting on intel.
There's a dangerous individual preparing
a bomb factory in these flats.
- The flat is leased to Andy Phelan,
located on the fourth floor in the south building.
- [Robins] We need to move.
Stay behind us.
- [Joel] Right.
- What a charmer.
Kit up? (Joel chuckles)
- Just need my balls and the disruptor.
(Lana laughs)
- [Carney] All right, get ready lads.
- [Officer] We ask you, for your own safety,
to immediately vacate the premises
and calmly make your way to the nearest exit.
My policemen will guide you to a safer area.
- Ta. - Come on.
(fastener rips)
- [Officer] We ask you, for your own safety,
to immediately vacate the premises.
- [Officer] We are about to move the cordon
to the east side of the estate.
- Yeah.
Great. Tres chic.
- Come on.
- Oh, come on, you've got to use your own.
- They're my lucky pair. Come on.
(fastener rips)
Thank you.
- Good? - Okay.
- Great.
- [Robins] Flat 127 identified as a bomb factory.
- [Joel] Yeah.
- [Robins] Silent approach.
(footsteps pattering)
(hand taps) (footsteps pattering)
(siren wailing)
- [Officer] This way. This way.
That's it. Come on.
(siren wailing)
(hand taps) (footsteps pattering)
(hands tapping)
(door bangs)
(door crashes)
(smoke grenade clatters)
(explosion booms)
- Armed police! - Armed police!
- [Officer] Armed police! Nobody move!
- [Officer] Armed police!
Nobody move! - Armed police!
Don't move!
Hallway clear!
- [Officer] Left backdoor!
- [Officer] Right backdoor!
- [Officer] Kitchen clear!
(blanket rustles)
- [Officer] Room clear!
(blanket rustles)
- [Officer] Two clear!
- All clear, sir. - Roger that.
All clear. You're up.
(Joel sighs)
(Lana sighs)
- [Joel] Wash, Robins. Bedroom.
(bed creaking)
- [Robins] Brown, on me!
Get back! Get back!
Armed police! Come out with your hands up!
(woman whimpering)
Three!
Two! - Wait, wait wait, wait!
Wait, wait, wait! Look.
Look.
(Lana sighs) - Oh, my God.
Hey. - Hey.
- Trojan One here.
We have a woman and a child- - Let me take that out.
- Needing medical attention. - Oh, wow.
- [Joel] Don't worry, I'm just gonna take out-
- No sign of Andy Phelan or any bomb factory.
- [Samira] Central Seven Four, received.
We'll send in an emergency support unit.
- [Lana] This is a funny little hiding spot.
- [Angie] Okay.
(cable tie snaps) - Are you okay?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. - Are you hurt?
- Yeah? - I'm all right.
- [Joel] Okay. There we go.
(Angie sighs) - What's your name?
- Evie. - Evie.
That's a lovely name. - Hey, Evie, I'm Joel,
and this scary-looking thing is Lana.
But don't worry, we're the bomb squad.
You're safe now. - Where's Andy?
They made me call the threat in.
They had a gun against her head.
- Who did? - Is my daddy okay?
- [Carney] EXPO, bathroom, now.
- Wait there, okay?
(suspenseful music)
- [Carney] There.
(flashlight clicks)
(toilet paper rustling) - Oh, God.
(Joel sighs)
(helicopter whirring) (people shouting)
(siren wailing)
- You're okay.
- [Robins] We need to take tighter control
of the situation on the ground.
- [Brown] Roger that.
- We've had a first account from Angie Phelan,
wife of Andy Phelan.
She says she was woken at 4:00 a.m. by masked intruders.
She thinks they used Andy's keys to get into the flat,
because she heard the front door and thought it was him.
They told Evie and her
that they'd be killed if they made any noise.
That's why they were quiet when your team entered the flat.
- [Robins] Did she ID the attackers?
- They kept their masks on.
She said they spoke a mixture of English and Arabic.
- [Robins] Arabic?
- Yeah. She says she thinks they took Phelan's keys.
- [Brown] We need to know what access they give.
- We had A1 intelligence of a bomb factory.
Andy Phelan's name was given. We have to find him.
(helicopter whirring) (people shouting)
(bottle clatters)
What's the hold-up, EXPO?
- You're gonna have to move the crowd back
before we can go back in.
- We're trying to maintain control
of an increasingly hostile situation,
directly caused by the delay.
- Yeah, I'm aware of that. - From the looks of the IED,
there's large amounts of HME.
We're gonna need a wider exclusion zone
before we get started.
(radio beeps) - Command, this is Trojan One.
Look lively and get that crowd back even further.
- [Command] Received, Trojan One.
- Thanks. We'll crack on.
- [Officer] Residents of Westhaven Estate,
this is a police message.
We need your assistance.
We are evacuating this area due to a threat.
- [Joel] Take five, mate.
Looks like it could be a big one.
- [Officer] Sir.
- [Officer] Thank you for your co-operation.
(ominous music)
(bag thuds)
(bag rustles)
(bag zipping)
- [Joel] Right.
Let's see.
Let's see what we can see.
Why have I chosen a job where I spend
so much time on my knees?
- Because you're an idiot.
(Joel sighing)
- Okay.
(Joel sighing)
(device beeps)
(Joel panting)
(device beeping)
(Joel sighs)
(device beeps)
Wash, we've got a pressure plate-
- Okay. - Underneath this mat.
(device beeping)
Let me mark it.
(glow stick cracks)
(glow stick rattling)
There we go.
(Joel sighing)
Right.
(Joel sighs)
We're gonna need to prep the pulleys, Wash.
- [Lana] Got it.
- Thanks.
(bag zipping)
(Joel sighs)
I can't see a bloody thing in here.
- Here you are.
- No, no, no, whoa, whoa! Wait, wait, wait.
Freeze - What?
- Hold. Hold, mate.
(Joel sighing)
- [Lana] What?
- [Joel] Oh, shit.
- What, Nut?
- [Joel] Uh, Wash, we've got a secondary trigger.
- Oh, fuck. - And I think...
Yeah, it's rigged up to the light switch.
- [Lana] Oh, great.
(people chattering)
- Hold on, hold on- - No, just run.
Just run, please. - No, no.
The circuit isn't complete yet
'cause you haven't fully depressed it,
so we've got a couple of seconds.
- Nut, I'm not gonna kill us both,
so please, will you just run?
It's my mistake.
- Well, you're gonna have to kill us both, mate,
because I'm not going anywhere, all right?
I'm not leaving you.
- [Lana] Fucking hell, Nut.
- Don't move.
You can do it. You can do it.
Don't move. Don't move.
Another trigger, so there has to be
another power source, down here somewhere.
- [Lana] Oh, fuck.
- Found the split.
And the split goes...
- [Lana] Quick as you can, Nut.
- [Joel] Along this plate. Don't move.
- It's not moving, but it's...
- All right, mate, all right. - My hands are shaking.
- [Joel] All right, hang on, hang on.
- [Lana] You got it?
- [Joel] Okay, it goes into the cupboard.
Okay. Slow, slow, slow.
(Lana groans)
Okay, okay.
- [Lana] Nut, will you talk to me? What can you see?
- [Joel] Yeah, got it. Got it, got it.
(Lana sighs) - Where is it?
Where is it? Where are you going?
Found the power source. - Shit, I think it slipped.
- All right, you're all right. - Fucking slipped.
- You're all right. Don't move your hand.
- My hands are dripping wet, Nut.
- [Joel] Wash, can you get me your mirror?
- What? - Get me your mirror.
I need your mirror.
I've got my hand on it.
- [Lana] Oh, my God.
- Keep your hand still. You can do it.
(Lana groans)
(Lana panting)
That's it.
Yes, yes. Got it.
What are we looking at here? - You got it?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just looking for the...
(Lana sighs) Yeah, standard connection.
Fuck's sake! Uh, have you got my snips, mate?
- Yeah, mate. They're just in there.
- [Joel] Okay, all right.
- Just be careful. - All right, easy, easy.
(fastener rips)
- [Lana] I'm so sorry.
- [Joel] You're doing great.
- No, it's gonna slip.
- Okay. All right, all right.
Okay.
Yeah, here we go, here we go. Ready?
Five, four, three, two.
(sparks crackling)
Yes. I've got control.
- Nut? - I've got control.
- Yeah? - Got control.
(light switch clicks)
(Joel sighs)
- [Lana] Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
- Oh. - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
(Joel sighs)
Oh, my God.
(Joel sighs)
Oh, my God. - Do you know,
I didn't think that would work.
- [Lana] You wanker.
(Joel laughs)
- I love you too, mate.
Just not to bits. (Lana laughs)
Now to give these people a SitRep.
- [Lana] Okay.
- [Joel] Can you tape up for me?
- [Lana] Yeah.
- Tape it. - Yeah.
- [Joel] Well done. I am getting too old for this shit.
(Lana sighs)
(Joel sighing) (siren wailing)
(Lana sighing)
- [Lana] Oh, my God.
- [Joel] Central Seven Four, from EXPO One.
We found a secondary.
Please maintain radio silence till we clear the site.
Then we'll disrupt the main charge.
- Central Seven Four, received.
- That was ridiculous. (flashlight clicks)
(Lana sighs)
That was ridiculous.
(Lana sighing)
(footsteps treading)
- [Joel] All right?
- You seen that?
What is it?
What do you think that is?
- No idea.
We'll see what counter-terrorism make of it.
Come on, lazy bones, let's get some air
before we neutralise the device.
(Lana sighing)
(Joel sighing) (people chattering)
- Have some of that! (bottle clatters)
- [Officer] Oy! Get back here!
- Sort them out! - Run, run, run, run!
- [Officer] Come back!
(Lana chuckles)
- Get Danny to get the pig stick.
I'll notify command that we're making it safe.
We still need to keep everyone well back.
(Joel chuckles) - Come on.
- What are you like?
(Lana laughs) (fastener rips)
(Joel sighs)
- They're my lucky pair.
- Yeah, all right, all right.
- Thank you.
(Joel laughs)
(wire cutters snipping)
(siren wailing) (birds fluttering)
(Joel sighs)
- [Officer] This is a police message.
We are about to move the cordon
to the east side of the estate.
Can you follow the instructions
of the cordon officer closest to you.
This is for your safety. Thank you for your co-operation.
(suspenseful music)
(flashlight clicks)
(people chattering) (siren wailing)
(radio beeps)
- Control, ready to fire.
(radio beeps) - All set, Lana.
(button clicks) Preparing control shock
to the shock components.
(radio beeps) Circuit's good.
Priming.
Stand by! Firing!
(button clicks) (rocket whooshes)
(rocket clatters)
- What the...
(radio beeps)
Nut, you've gotta come and see this.
Fireworks.
- [Robins] Huh?
- [Samira] What do you mean?
- [Joel] The device's main charge has been filled
with this black powder here.
- From fireworks?
- [Joel] Uh-huh.
- It's a weak charge. Take off a couple of fingers, maybe.
- The fact that it's a non-lethal,
low-explosive device, could be significant.
- Okay.
- Excuse me. - Yeah.
(Robins sighs)
- [Officer] Oh, sorry. After you.
- [Lana] Cheers, thanks.
- Thanks.
(both sighing)
You all right?
- Yeah, of course.
Just all that fuss for a low-threat device.
- I know what you mean.
Listen, why don't you take five in the van
and I'll sort out the handover to forensics?
- Yeah, nice one. - All right.
And don't eat my biscuits.
Well, I've counted this pack, so I know.
I know how many is in them.
(hand patting)
Thank you.
(Joel whistles)
(fingers snapping)
(people shouting)
(siren wailing)
- Forensics are going through Phelan's flat
and there's still no sign of his keys,
so maybe Angie was right
in thinking the intruders took them.
- [Robins] Why would they want his keys?
- Nutkins?
Be ready to move in five.
We're just checking out the garage, then we'll convoy out.
- Okay, thanks.
♪ If you want a certain flower, then you must see me ♪
♪ He's the one who keeps it funky and hot to boot ♪
♪ Why you all water down like some pea grain soup ♪
♪ Take it back to my case in my pea grain coop ♪
♪ And stay on fire, get down, gotta move ♪
♪ Bring it to the bottom till you're touching the floor ♪
♪ Bring it on up now a little bit more ♪
♪ Bring it to the middle, dude, I'm so high ♪
♪ Bring it to the top till you touch the sky, come on ♪
♪ Bring it to the bottom till you're touching the floor ♪
♪ Bring it on up now a little bit more ♪
♪ Bring it to the middle ♪
(window knocking) Oy, Wash!
What is that? What is that, your Gitmo playlist?
God, I'd break in two minutes.
- All right, shut up.
- We're moving out in five.
Tell Danny not to run anyone over.
- No, I can't promise anything.
- Mm, speaking of moving out,
I think that me and Jaz have turned a corner.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
She's even looped me into some DIY.
(both laughing)
Hear this, right?
She takes me to some posh paint store
and shows me this reddy-brown colour.
I think it's called Californian Sunset or some shit.
Guess what I said? - Oh, you didn't.
- I did. I said, "It's interesting.
Last time I saw a room painted that colour was after a triple
IED detonation in Helmand." (Lana laughs)
- How did that go down?
- How do you think?
- [Robins] EXPO One, EXPO Two, this is Trojan One.
Get over here now.
- We've got something.
Pete. Thanks, mate.
- [Robins] We've just located Phelan's vehicle.
We're treating it as suspicious,
as the stolen keys would've given the attackers access.
(sheet rustles)
(flashlight clicks)
(sheet rustles)
- Looks clear.
Yep. (door handles rattling)
Yep.
(door handles rattlings) - Pass me your torch.
Shit.
(people chattering)
- [Joel] This is EXPO One.
Gonna need that cordon moved back by at least 50 metres.
Blast zone is gonna be wide
and we've got no idea which direction it's gonna roll out.
- [Samira] EXPO One, this is Central Seven Four. Received.
I'll get uniform to push the cordon back by 100 metres.
- [Officer] Copy that, Control.
Move this cordon back immediately.
- [Robins] We both know the bombers could be right here,
watching every move we make.
(people chattering)
- We've located Andy Phelan's vehicle.
EXPO think there's a possible IED,
but, due to the presence of a secondary device
in Phelan's flat, they're not taking any chances.
They're deploying the robot,
so we need to maintain ground control
until EXPO give us the all-clear.
Got that?
- Yes, ma'am. - Ma'am.
(robot whirring)
(robot rumbling)
(people shouting)
- [Officer] Please stay back.
Thank you for your patience.
Please stay back. Do not try to return to your homes.
- [Robins] Trojan One to EXPO One.
We have the cordon pushed back to a safe distance.
(robot rumbling)
(Danny sighs)
- Guys, you're in my light.
Okay- - Here, Danny, I've got this.
- No. Lana, I can do it.
- Danny, take a break.
Go and get a cold drink. Go on.
Go on. (Danny sighs)
(Lana sighs)
- [Pete] Danny. What's up, mate?
- It just feels like everything is going wrong today.
- No, they don't mean to put you down.
Look, you'll be fine. Just stick at it.
(robot rumbling)
- Oh, watch the-
- I've got it, I've got it.
- All right? - Mm, yeah.
(computer beeping) (joystick rattling)
(button clicking)
(static crackles)
What's happening?
- Robot's not responding. (button clicking)
(static crackles)
- [Joel] What?
(robot whirring)
(joystick rattling) - Only the camera's working.
(button clicks)
- [Samira] EXPO One, this is Central Seven Four.
What's the SitRep?
(joystick rattling)
- We're just having a little bit of trouble with the robot.
(door slams)
These things can be temperamental.
(radio beeps) - Received.
(tense music)
- Lana?
Lana! Oy!
Oy, Wash!
Wash, what you doing?!
(flashlight clicks)
Oh, for...
(radio beeps) - What is she doing?
(radio beeps) - Manual check.
(radio beeps)
- Wires are unconnected.
Could be a false alarm, or someone's playing with us.
- [Joel] Copy that.
(alarm chirping) (locks clacking)
(Man groaning)
- [Man] Help. Help me.
Help me. Help.
(Man groans)
- Guys, I'm gonna need you to take hard cover, please.
Hard cover now. (Man groans)
(Man panting)
- [Man] Help me, please.
- EXPO Two, looks like a proxy device. Repeat, proxy device.
- This is Trojan One.
We have an unidentified male, possible suicide bomber.
- Help. - Right, stand still!
Stay still! Stay fucking still, right now!
I'm bomb disposal. I need you to stay still for me, okay?
I'm gonna help you!
Listen to me! Please stay still!
(Man panting)
- Help me, please. - I'm gonna help you,
but I need you to stay really, really still for me, please!
- [Robins] EXPO Two, get back.
Trojan Five Four, do you have visual on subject?
- [Costa] This is Trojan Five Four. I have a clear shot.
- [Robins] Trojan One, received.
- I need you to take off your hood
really, really, really slowly and carefully, okay?
Stay so still. Remove the hood as slowly as you can.
Really, really slowly.
- All right. - Slowly!
- All right. - Fucking slow!
That's it. Now drop it.
(Man groans) Shit.
- They grabbed me.
They put me in the car.
- [Joel] I am getting them out
of there now. - Hold on.
(radio beeps) EXPO Two, can you get an ID?
(radio beeps) - Saying he was kidnapped.
He looks like a victim.
- EXPO Two, this is Central Seven Four repeating.
Can you get an ID?
- What's your name?!
- [Man] Andy. Andy Phelan.
(radio beeps) - It's Phelan.
- [Robins] Trojan One, received.
Confirmation, we have Phelan.
- Right, Andy, my name's Lana.
I'm gonna help you with the device, okay?
You're in safe hands. - My wife.
- [Lana] I'm gonna help you.
- My daughter, my family. - Yeah, they're fine, Andy.
They're fine.
(radio beeps) - EXPO Two, get back.
- [Lana] Gonna help you, okay?
Stay fucking still, okay?!
- All right. - Stop moving your hands.
Can you see me?
Look at me. Can you see me?
- I can't breathe. - Yeah, you can.
You're breathing. You're doing great.
(Andy panting)
(radio beeps)
Nut, I'm gonna deal with the device.
(radio beeps) - Wash, what are you doing?
You don't need to do this. Come on.
- Nut, snipers, get back now! I've got this.
- [Robins] EXPO Two, stay where you are.
Trojan Five Four, have you got a clear shot?
(radio beeps) - This is Trojan Five Four.
Shot is still clear.
- I don't wanna die.
- I know. - I don't wanna die.
- You're not gonna die.
I'm gonna come close. Stop moving your hands.
(radio beeps) - This is Trojan Five Four.
Shot's compromised.
- [Robins] Trojan One to Trojan Five Four.
Just keep him in your sight.
- Right, we're both gonna walk away from this,
but we need to work together, okay?
- [Andy] Okay.
- So I'm gonna examine the device.
- What? You've done this before?
- Yeah, more times than you've had hot dinners,
so just, not a muscle, eh?
I'm gonna lift your arms up.
- I can't breathe.
- Just keep breathing. That's all I need you to do.
Just keep breathing. That's it.
Just so I can take a look. There we go.
(Andy panting)
Okay. You're doing great.
I'm just gonna bring your arms back down.
(Andy whimpering) Don't shake, Andy.
Keep really still.
I need you to do me a favour.
Just stay fucking still, mate. That's all I need you to do.
- Don't go! - I'm not going anywhere.
I just need to call summat in.
- Don't go! - I'm right here.
You can open your eyes and see.
I'm right here. Yeah?
- [Andy] Don't leave me.
(radio beeps)
- Someone else is in control of the IED.
There's a mobile phone attached.
- Shit.
- [Robins] Brown, take Green Team.
Check the walkways for spotters.
- [Brown] Received. Carney, let's move.
- [Lana] Nut, spotters, now.
- Copy. Danny, go active on the ECM.
- [Danny] Yeah.
- [Carney] Hands! Show me your hands!
Up, now.
- [Boy] All right, all right, all right.
(Andy crying)
(Andy mumbling)
- Nut, he's losing it.
Bring the kit bag, now. Quick!
- [Robins] Stay there until we've finished our sweep.
- [Joel] Sorry, mate.
(radio beeps) On my way.
(buttons clicking)
(radio beeps) - ECM is active.
We're jamming.
(radio beeps) - Brown, any visuals?
- [Brown] This is Trojan Three Six.
Negative here too.
- Took your time.
- I should go. - No, I'll go.
He trusts me.
Plus, you're getting too old for this.
(Joel chuckles)
- Here you are, Andy, I need you...
Why aren't you staying still, Andy? Come on.
I've done this a million times.
Andy, stay still. We're gonna get it sorted, okay?
Just let me get some bits out,
but we've done this a million times,
so just need you to stay really-
(cellphone ringing)
- What?
Please help me.
- Nut, there must be a second phone,
one to arm, one to trigger.
- Phone's ringing, but the device isn't functioning.
I need eyes on a second trigger phone.
- Andy, can you tell me if there's
another device on you, please?
Talk to me! - Stay up.
Hey, stay up, stay up, stay up.
- How are they bypassing our jammers?
(radio beeps) - We need eyes on the caller
before they trigger the second phone.
- [Lana] Nut, there must be another device.
- [Joel] Must be somewhere.
- Andy, is there anything there?!
- No! - Got it.
I got the phone, Nut. I've got it.
- I am gonna die! - No, you're not.
- I've got it, Nut. I've got it.
I've got it. - Got it, got it?
All right, stay still. Stay very, very still.
Everything's fine.
- I'm gonna die! - No, no, no, no.
No, you're not gonna die. You're not gonna die.
How are you doing? How are you doing?
- No! - No, no, no.
Please, don't move. Don't move.
(wire cutters snipping) (cellphone ringing)
(Andy whimpering)
(Lana sighs)
- [Lana] Clear. Clear.
- Bloody hell. Bloody hell.
- [Lana] Clear!
- What happened? What happened?
- [Joel] All right, all right. Easy, easy.
- [Lana] Your prayers were answered, Andy.
- What? - That's what happened.
- I'm all right? - Okay.
Stay still. Stand up for me, Andy.
I still need to get the vest off you!
- [Joel] Easy. Please, please, right there.
- All right. - Really gently.
You got him, Nut. - I'm all right.
I'm all right. - You're all right.
- Okay.
(Andy crying) Bend your elbow for me.
Bend your elbow. That's it.
- [Joel] That's it. Straighten this arm down.
Straighten your arm. Straighten your arm.
There you go. - Got it.
- Got it? - Got it.
- Okay. Well done, mate.
Well done. All right, let's go for a walk, okay?
This way. This way, mate.
All right. Well done, well done.
- [Andy] I'm all right.
- [Joel] You're all right. You're all right.
All right. (Andy crying)
- All right?
- [Joel] Yeah.
- [Lana] Medics, on me.
- I need to run a trace on a number
that tried to trigger the phones on Phelan's vest.
Yeah.
He's arrived now.
I'll brief him after I've had the first account from Phelan.
(officer chattering)
- DI Thom Youngblood, SO15.
- [Officer] Sir.
(police radio chattering)
- DI Desai said on the phone an EXPO was involved.
- Yup, she got that right.
- You got a minute, talk about what you saw?
- Yeah, of course.
The device in the flat was non-lethal,
but this one was well-built, professionally done.
I was able to separate the components, just.
- Okay.
We looked into the numbers you found on the flat wall. 1912.
Didn't flag up any terrorist group.
Phelan's wife, she said the attackers were speaking Arabic.
You think it's Islamist?
- I don't know.
- I'm glad you're okay, darling.
- I'm a tough nut to crack.
- Mm. You are.
- I mean, it was seconds away from that device functioning.
I'm pretty sure my luck is about to run out.
- You was born lucky, Wash. Come on.
Tell you what, mate, she's used up
so many of her nine lives, she's started nicking mine.
DI Youngblood. Damn, man, how you doing?
In the flesh.
If I'd known a superstar
like yourself was making an appearance,
I'd have made more of an effort with my outfit.
- You should have done.
(both laughing)
You good?
- Well, my back's gone, wife's gone,
kids aren't talking to me anymore,
but apart from that, I'm fine, yeah.
- All right.
I need to speak to DI Desai,
see what we're dealing with here.
- Cheers, Thom. - Yeah, see you in a bit.
- "Cheers, Thom."
(Lana chuckles)
He's so dreamy. - Oh, shut up.
- You could've done worse. Does he work out?
- Shut up. - Think he works out.
Do you work out together? - You're annoying me now.
Shut up.
- Have you...
It's me you're talking to.
Come on, have you- - I'm saying nothing.
- You little...
(Joel chuckles)
He's a good guy, you know, for SO15.
- Well, it's early days.
He's a bit keen. - Ah.
- What were you on about with you and Jaz?
I thought everything was going good.
- You know what it's like.
It's two steps forward, one step back.
We'll be all right.
- Come on.
(Joel chuckles)
- I wanna be with them.
I do, I do, Wash, but it's just...
If it's a choice between the family or the job,
well, then there's no choice, is there?
- You tell me.
Should I have a word with Danny?
- Nah. Nah.
We've all been there.
- [Lana] Huh?
- Come on, mate. I remember some of your first taskings.
- Ugh. - You were like a rabbit
in the headlights.
No, he's all right. I'll speak to him tomorrow.
- [Pete] Grab the door, mate?
- Oh, we're just wrapping up here,
so, as far as we're concerned, you can collapse the cordon.
- We're just waiting on one last plate check.
But okay, we'll release the cordon.
- Okay.
(Joel sighs) - This is a police message.
The area is now secure and we are removing the cordon,
so it is now safe for you to enter the area
and return to your homes.
- You know, I was thinking about that first device, right?
You were really onto something.
Anyone who knows how to rig up a pressure plate
and attach it to a secondary wouldn't use
a low-explosive charge.
- What, you think they messed up deliberately?
- I think it was a come on,
to lure us in, make us evacuate the building,
and give them a bigger target out here in the open.
How many times have we seen
that exact same tactic in Afghanistan?
- Danny was jamming the entire time,
and they still armed the suicide vest.
(officers chattering)
- [Officer] We are removing the cordon.
- What's going on? - It is now safe to enter
the area and return to your homes.
Thank you for your co-operation.
(people chattering)
- [Officer] This is a police message.
- [Joel] This the plate you're checking on?
Give me a minute, will you?
(tape rustling) - It is now safe for you
to enter the area
and return to your homes. - Thom.
- [Thom] Yeah.
- We've got a trace on the phones that attempted
to trigger Phelan's suicide vest.
- Phones?
- Two unregistered burner phones in separate locations.
- Shit.
- Yeah. It's an organised terror cell.
- [Officer] We're now just waiting on EXPO.
- [Officer] It is safe for you to enter the area
and return to your homes.
Thank you for your co-operation.
- Stay back from this van.
Keep everyone else back from this van.
Hey, Wash! Stay back, stay back.
Have you got my snips, mate?!
Wanna check out this van! - Yeah, coming!
- [Joel] Guys, back up, back up.
(explosion booms)
(alarm wailing)
(horn honking)
(rocks pattering)
(woman screaming) (Lana groaning)
(people shouting)
(woman screaming)
(people shouting)
(woman screams)
(people shouting)
(woman screams)
(woman coughing)
(Thom coughing)
- Lana!
(Thom coughing)
(Lana groans) You okay?
Lana. Lana, stay here!
Stay here!
Lana!
(Thom coughing)
Lana!
Lana, we gotta move!
Gotta move!
(Thom coughing)
Lana! Don't look!
(Thom grunts) (Lana groans)
(Thom grunting)
You okay?!
Use your legs! Get up, girl!
Get up! Come on!
Keep moving!
(Lana coughs) Keep moving, Lana!
Keep moving! (Lana groaning)
(Thom coughing)
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