Come on, man, it's New Year's Eve.
Aren't cops allowed to have a good time too, Maurice?
Wouldn't it be easier to just get the operation?
Enjoy the fireworks, mate.
I gotta account for those, you know.
Gonna make me come up short.
Again.
Give me home office.
Respectability. Punctuality.
- Punctuality, okay. - Punctuality.
Give me being on time.
Uh, yeah, is the...
That's the one, yeah.
What do you do again, for a living?
- Photo... - Photographer, yeah.
It's Mathis. Leave a message.
Dad, where are you?
I snuck out.
Mom will kill me, but so what?
It's New Year's Eve.
I thought we were gonna celebrate together.
Anyway, call me.
I wanna see you.
Happy New Year.
Dad. Happy New Year.
Where are you?
I'm at this horrible club. Nightshade.
Music sucks.
It's been one month since 236 people were killed
in the New Year's Eve explosion at the Nightshade nightclub.
Authorities still can't say for sure
how far toxic contamination from an abandoned weapons facility
several stories underground has spread beyond the blast site.
Over 5 square miles of the city is now a quarantine zone.
Everyone still living within the area
has been forcibly evacuated.
We are continuing to get reports
that more and more people are leaving.
They can't tell us who did it.
They can't tell us why.
I've got friends and neighbors who've already left,
and I'm thinking we should do the same.
Something is being kept from us.
Who was responsible?
Jen?
Couldn't sleep.
I think I'm gonna go for a walk.
Get some dawn shots.
It's 5 in the morning.
At least have some coffee before you go.
Don't worry, I'll be fine.
Go back to bed.
Get your beauty sleep.
Hey, hey. No pictures.
They fly around it.
They fly around it, but not over it.
Ever noticed that?
I'm amazed, love. Now move on.
I used to know this city.
Its people.
I've spent my whole life photographing them.
The government keeps telling us the city's safe.
That no contamination has spread from the Quarantine Zone.
But it doesn't matter.
So many people have left.
Fleeing from something they can't see.
I wanted to document what's happening to the people here.
But since the explosion,
since the construction of the Quarantine Zone,
my photographs are different.
We're different.
Is it despair?
Confusion?
Rage?
Fear?
Everything's changed.
Maybe forever.
Jesus.
It's his eyes.
They look right through you.
See you later.
Don't he do nothing but scream and shit?
He's got a cold, Benny.
Benny, it's Mom. Can you let her in?
Benny, she's gonna get soaked. Let her in.
Benny.
Well, well, Boy Wonder.
Crawling out from under a rock.
Lovely morning, eh, Freddy?
Little off your patch, aren't you, mate?
Put that shit out.
The cap thinks the building might be dirty.
Possible distribution depot.
Sorry. No drugs.
Place is clean.
Bloke just went crazy.
Threw his wife out of the window, strangled the kid.
Jesus.
We turned up, he pulled out a shooter.
Lads had to put him down.
Breaks your heart, I notice.
Same old nonsense.
"Such a lovely fella. Never do a thing like that.
Loving dad."
Blah, blah.
Techs say it's some kind of burn or residue.
Right, I'm gonna get back.
Might wanna take another hit on that mouthwash
before your breath ignites.
Some kind of voyeur thing going on here?
No, I knew those people.
Sort of.
I took their picture for a show coming up.
News said that he murdered his wife, his baby?
Yeah. Just another day in paradise.
I think they're wonderful, darling.
This could be your best show yet.
Those poor people.
I had a feeling something wasn't right with him.
I never imagined how bad.
Everyone's life has changed, darling.
Your job is to photograph, not psychoanalyze.
We're different. The city's different.
And you're surprised by this?
After everything that's happened?
No, it's more than that. Look at him.
There's something going on beneath these expressions.
Something's happening to us, Evangeline.
Something...
Something raw.
It's your phone, darling.
- Your parents called again. - Shit.
I meant to call them.
Wouldn't it be easier just to answer?
What did you tell them?
What you told me to.
You're hibernating, getting ready for a new show.
The truth, in fact.
They understand.
Don't we all. So you coming?
I've gotta meet that street dodger I told you about.
You can't work 24/7, Jen.
Girl's gotta have a little release every now and then.
He's got me into an underground club I wanna photograph.
I won't get another chance.
Again, the camera comes first. See you later.
Okay, bye.
Why couldn't you have just stayed away?
She found me, Jo.
But you encouraged it.
She was my daughter too. Joanne, I just wanted a chance.
She was only 14, Levi. Fourteen.
Letting her sneak into the city at all hours.
Lying to me about it.
Three weeks she's dead, Levi.
Three weeks before they find her.
I never even got to see her body.
No, no, no!
And what are you doing about it?
Anything?
Anything at all?
I'll never forgive you.
I wanna see you.
Happy New Year.
Dad?
Where are you?
Fourteen!
Managed to borrow these.
At great risk.
But don't get your hopes up.
Not sure what you're gonna find in there.
Fuck is this?
I'm beginning to worry what you're getting me into here.
This stuff I can get in my own department.
I need something from your lot.
Something fucking useful.
Look, I did my best.
I mean, I could lose my job over this. Career over.
You know as well as I do
that department's been crawling with MOD since quarantine.
Can't even take a shit without a uniform listen at the stall.
Well, exactly.
What the fuck are they doing there?
There's something about that explosion that they want buried.
It's not gonna be found in official bullshit like this, Dar.
- Look, mate... - And you fucking know it.
No, don't tell me this is all you can get. Don't do that.
Listen.
You're not the only one with a wound that night.
I'm sorry but this- this is personal to a lot of us.
Your career's hanging by a thread, Levi. It is.
And if you keep pissing on other people's patches,
it will soon be over.
I suggest you just leave this
to the lads at Major Crimes, yeah?
Fucking Major Crimes.
Take those to the nearest incinerator,
turn them to ash.
Trust me.
Look, I gotta go.
Something's being kept from us, Dar.
Yeah. Maybe it's best some things are.
What time will you be home?
Late. Don't wait up, please.
So where is this place?
I'm not exactly sure. Willy's gonna show me.
Are you sure this guy's okay?
Yeah, he's harmless.
Okay. Just be careful, all right?
I will.
- Okay, bye. - Night.
You do like poking around dark corners, don't you?
Can't help myself, Willy.
I hear these things can get a little bit, uh, dodgy.
Never been?
No, not my scene.
This is her.
Have fun.
Hello?
Do you want me to get someone?
Can you look at me?
Why we gotta meet so damn early?
We don't want your clients seeing us get too cozy, do we?
Okay, look, mate.
Inventory's running a bit low these days.
You guys are making life difficult around here.
Not what this is about.
Need you to spread these around a little.
Anyone knows anything about New Year's Eve, I wanna hear it.
Someone knows something, Maurice.
No doubt.
Them that do ain't gonna talk to someone like you.
Then find me someone who fucking will.
Why would someone do that to themselves?
Maybe she was going for a new style.
Bloody hell, Jonas.
Sorry. Poor taste.
No shit.
Gotta go.
Can't be late for my morning press enema.
See you later.
The emergency services are still finding toxins
as far away as a quarter of a mile from the blast site.
Until they can assure the Home Office
there is no more contamination...
Are we in danger?
Quarantine must remain in effect.
Does that mean the contamination could spread?
- Why is it taking so long? - Are there more survivors?
Are they finding more bodies?
There are no more victims or survivors.
The evacuation was effective and complete.
And the focus of our efforts now
is to make the area safe for people to return.
But then why all this military?
Why are all these heavily armed soldiers around?
Thank you, everybody.
Busy day ahead. Thank you very much.
More information to follow. Thank you.
Minister, to be honest, I'm starting to run out
of justification for our evasiveness.
Well, we haven't been able to settle
on the official narrative yet, have we?
It sounds like we don't have the situation under control.
What kind of spin do you think will work for the moment?
Maybe if I could see what's going on in there,
I could come up with something.
The only people allowed in or out are emergency services,
Jonas, you know that.
It's still contaminated.
Jesus, you look like shit, mate.
Got a little job for you, Willy.
New Year's Eve.
I wanna know what went down.
Can't get shit from my end. Station's in lockdown.
Let me see what I can do.
Willy.
This isn't some low-level, punk-ass street hustle.
These people are serious.
You watch your back, do you hear me?
I'll see you around, Mathis.
Finished for the day. Anything you need before I go?
It's fine.
See you tomorrow.
Ever wish you could turn back the clock?
Me and the other 12 million people in this city.
This isn't you.
Where's our laughs?
I'm fine, Jonas.
Well, here I am.
The shoulder to cry on, or the face to yell at.
Whichever works.
It bothers you, doesn't it?
Always having to be the good guy.
That sounds a little backhanded.
No, I mean it.
Having to constantly cover our asses.
"Just make it sound plausible."
Your first words of advice when I started this job.
We had such beautiful ideals once, didn't we?
And our guys won, Ange.
So bring on the spoils of war, right?
Night, Jonas.
Goodnight.
I watch people. I watch what they do.
And now...
I'm afraid.
There are places everywhere in this city
where hostility is gathering.
Fear is feeding on it.
Anxiety is breeding in it.
Are we all wearing masks now?
Are we using them to hide from the truth?
Are we pretending these plastic expressions will protect us
from things we don't want to see?
Or are we too scared to show our real face?
Trying to hide something we don't want others to see.