LADY JUSTICE SPENCER: The fire arm used
in the November 29th incident at Café 66
was a Zastava M57 pistol
It was manufactured in 1991
at the Zastava arms facility in the former republic of Yugoslavia.
It's path into the shooter's hands remains unknown.
MUSIC: "You Don't Have To Say You Love Me" by Dusty Springfield
♪ When I said I needed you ♪
♪ You said you would always stay ♪
♪ Wasn't me who changed but you ♪
♪ And now you've gone away ♪
♪ Don't you see that now you're gone ♪
♪ And I'm left here on my own ♪
♪ And then I have to follow you ♪
♪ And beg you to come home ♪
♪ You don't have to say you love me ♪
♪ Just be close at hand ♪
♪ You don't have to stay forever I will understand ♪
♪ Believe me, believe me ♪
♪ I can't help but love you ♪
♪ But believe me, I'll never tie you down. ♪
LADY JUSTICE: The gun was recovered by police at the scene.
Between 9:21 and 10:33am
on the morning of November 29th
the M57 was fired nine times.
ending the lives of four civilians
and one police officer.
♪ You don't have to say you love me ♪
♪ Just be close at hand ♪
♪ You don't have to stay forever ♪
♪ I will understand ♪
♪ Believe me ♪
♪ Believe me, oh ♪
♪ You don't have to say you love me ♪
♪ Just be close at hand ♪
♪ You don't have to stay forever ♪
♪ I will understand ♪
♪ Believe me ♪
SHARON SINGS: ♪ Believe me ♪
SHARON: One more time everyone.
♪ Believe me ♪
Thanks folks, thanks very much.
SHARON: Right, up next our Jim.
Our Jim's gonna serenade us, come on Jim.
Lovely Jim.
JIM: Oh, Sharon you are a lovely girl. - SHARON LAUGHS: Stop it you.
I'm gonna sing, uh...
"End of the World".
JIM: Cue the music please.
SHARON: Yes, love. - Can I order a gin and tonic, please?
Your GPS broke?
Don't get many southerners up here.
Oh, no, I was just passing through.
A friend suggested I stop in.
Two pound.
Wow, a drink's a fiver in my local.
Definitely not in the South anymore.
Well, further up you get, the further your money goes.
I heard, drinks are free in the North Pole.
Have we met somewhere before? You seem dead familiar.
I don't think so.
JIM SINGS TUNELESSLY
Who's your friend, sweetheart? I'll have to buy her a drink.
Oh, it's a him.
Charlie. Charlie Goodman.
Do you remember him?
Yeah, there was a Charlie who used to come in here, years back.
Lives in the States now, I hear.
America?
Where abouts?
Well, if you were a friend of his you'd know that wouldn't you sweetheart?
HOLLY: It was a priest who found Nigel.
Did you know that?
Most addicts die where they shoot up.
I suppose there's less motivation to move
but Nigel was found on the steps of a church, two miles from his bed.
Now what's this got to do with owt?
Nigel was clean for seven years
sees Charlie and he dies of an overdose the same week.
What Nigel was looking for
when he dragged himself up those church steps
we'll never know.
Maybe redemption.
Maybe protection.
But either way, we know who put him there.
SHARON: I think maybe, you should leave.
Sharon, when did you last see Charlie?
JIM: Thank you. - PUNTERS APPLAUD
GLASS SMASHES - IMPACT GRUNT
SHARON: I still can't believe it.
He started laying into his mates.
GABE YELLS
MEN GROAN
IMPACT GRUNT
MAN GRUNTS AND COUGHS - Who wants it?
Come on!
GABE SHOUTING: Who wants it?
What set him off?
All I can you is what he told me before he left.
"I'm not your friend."
GABE SHOUTS: Who wants it?
Is it all on that memory stick? - Yeah.
No, no, hold on!
SHARON: Wait, what are you gonna do with that?
Wanna take a picture?
GABE: OK everybody, we've identified a prime suspect.
if we could just gather round.
GABE: Right, "Big Shot".
Sal carried that name in the ring for 43 fights.
His radicalisation most likely took place
during his brief prison stretch.
His history with El Adoua
Deutscher Boxsport Verband website
shows an eight-month gap in Sal's fighting record.
Conveniently this overlaps with El Adoua's alleged hijrah to Syria.
Holly.
In both the Turin and Rotterdam attack cells, El Adoua relied on
local contacts to introduce him to his new recruits.
Mr Brahimi is most likely using his gym as a cover for grooming.
ROSE: Full surveillance, financials, coms.
HOLLY: Echo 1, I have to go eyes off.
I'll circle back to base.
Delta 1, I'm eyes on.
ROSE: Until we know the location
and extent of the attack cell
assume any sign of police activity
could accelerate or even trigger an early attack.
We need to run background checks on all gym members.
Can we get access to his client list?
My source tells me, he keeps his membership files on site.
ROSE: Can your source handle a UC introduction?
Not a problem.
ROSE: This takes priority for all counterterror units.
ALL: Yes, guv.
SIREN WAILS
IMRAN GRUNTS
IMRAN RAPS: Three wheel-ups in a row that means I'm a direct rude boy.
Two, two, yats of my own, that means I'm a direct rude boy.
Tell me, he's not gonna go in there doing that.
IMRAN: Look, I'm getting in the zone.
Darling.
Putting on Faisal. - Wait, he's not Faisal?
How come he's got two names? I gotta walk in there with mine!
Cos you're not a cop, are ya?
KNOCKING ON VAN
GABE: Come on up.
RAZA: What?
Got you a fresh brick. - Very good, take it over to Faisal.
You know my brother's still convinced I got diddled?
That wasn't my intention.
Well, what was it?
Your intention. - I think we're done here.
You know, when you came into my house
told my mum I got child molested.
DC Morton go home.
What, I'll go back... - GABE: Go home!
You're interfering with my operation!
That's an order!
How much was the signing-on fee? Fifty?
I don't want her around. - Noted.
Fifty was it?
Yeah, fifty.
GABE: There you go.
Then there's the waiver form. - What info do they need?
RAZA: Address, number, emergency contact, that kind of thing.
He'll make him sign it, then he'll put it in the binder with everyone else's.
You wanna know who goes to that gym? It's probably in that red binder.
RAZA SNIFFS - GABE: Right.
Well, introduce Faisal around.
Make sure he meets the Big Shot.
Big Shot gives him the forms, Faisal signs up.
Why does he need me holding his hand?
GABE: Cache.
Everyone trusts the Rizla.
Yeah, but no one likes him.
IMRAN: Still hear you, dears.
Yeah, sorry bruv.
RAZA: It's all that preachin', innit.
Not a great look.
IMRAN: Look, you just get me a minute alone with that binder and I'll do the rest.
Make them like him.
Then your mum will get her passport.
Where are you going?
You told me to go home!
And if I told you to walk into traffic?
It's what he needed to hear.
Did it work? - They're up now, let's find out.
INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO
POLICE RADIO CRACKLES
SAL: You're in this, man. Yo, relax.
SAL: Shoulders back.
Yes, Sal!
Got a new recruit.
Meet Faisal, he needs to get in shape.
OO, round up
in three... two...
one... go!
Brother, we're at capacity right now, yeah.
So just leave me your number in case someone drops out.
Yo, bruv, I'm good to pay extra but only if I can join up now though.
Listen, there's one of them Cross Fit's nearby
I'm sure they'll be happy to take your money.
SAL: Lukasz, I want you to snap those shoulders, yeah?
Yo, yo, yo, show me that... You wanna snap your shoulders, alright?
LUKASZ: Yes, bruv.
SAL: Yes. When that drive hits, I want you to cover your chin.
Use your shoulder.
RAZA: Bruv, the guy's gotta learn how to defend himself.
Man, he's been mugged three times already this year.
He's got like a target on his back or something.
Listen, it took me a whole week
just to convince him to get down here. - Look...
Every time I see that brother, he's always by himself.
What's that tell you about him?
That he could do with a friend!
You'd really be helping him.
You vouch for him, yeah? - Absolutely.
Alright. If he's a twat, it's on you.
Alright, Faisal, yeah? - Yeah.
Listen, I have two rules.
No wankers, no phones.
All good. - Alright, you boxed before?
Nah, you know, only in front of the mirror when I was a kid and that...
SAL: OK. What are you? 5'11"?
IMRAN: Yo bruv, how you gonna do me like that, I'm six foot.
What you lingering for, man?
What? You getting lonely without him?
SAL: Aye...
Fuckin' hell. Go his the bags, man!
Alright, brother, um...
Any injuries I should know about?
IMRAN: Yeah, my right leg, innit.
I got into a fight with some rafids in Hyde Park. You get me?
SAL: Right, one of them ones, yes? - Yeah.
OK, well the only fighting that goes on in here
is in the ring.
Alright? I'm gonna need you to fill out that form.
Yo, Cut! You're getting lazy, man.
Stop looking in the mirror!
SAL: Yo, move those feet, man. - Shut up, man.
SAL: Hit the ropes!
Yeah, well you got that registration fee as well?
Yeah, how much is that? - SAL: Fifty.
CUT: Right, you come here to sit down or you come here to work out?
What's good, Cut?
Luke. - LUKASZ: Riz.
What you and Dadir split up then, yeah?
Nah, he's just on his grind, man.
I hooked him up with my old job at the warehouse.
You should look for better job.
Rent don't care.
A job's a job. HE SIGHS
Eh?
What's with you and Faisal now?
What, you trying to get on your deen?
Bruv, he just hopped up to me asking for help.
I couldn't turn him down, man.
Didn't even know you was trying to live righteous now, fam.
I heard stories otherwise.
Heard you're rolling with the Albanians now.
CUT LAUGHS You're moving mat.
Oh, yeah? - CUT: Hm.
You should be careful, the kind of stories you're telling, bruv.
Hey, you've been here for like a minute, fam.
Calm yourself, bruv. - Oh, yeah?
RAZA THUMBS BAG - Sure about that?
CUT WALEED: Yeah.
Bob and weave, bruv.
What the fuck are you doing? - Bob and weave, man.
Bruv... - RAZA: Move your feet.
Hey, come on man.
LUKASZ: Hey, what are you doing? Hey, stop. - RAZA: Come and tell this guy.
Move you feet, bruv.
LUKASZ: Raza, hey! What are you doing? - INDISTINCT ARGUING
INDISTINCT ARGUING - RAZA: Move your shit, bruv.
Yo! Onock it out!
Come on, bob and weave.
RAZA: Bob... - IMPACT GRUNT
SAL: You know the rules, man.
RAZA: It's what we're waiting for, innit?
SAL: I didn't ask for your opinion, OK?
RAZA: You saw that shit. What? You think I'm playing with you?
You saw that. - CUT: What you looking at me for?
SAL: No, wankers. Why you acting like wankers for?
RAZA: Bruv, I'm just playing games. - SAL: Alright, both of you.
Two minute plank now. - RAZA: No, man...
CUT: I'm a straight up victim. - SAL: Why are you still talking?
RAZA: It's not even my fault. - SAL: Three minutes!
CUT: I'm always the victim, why do you... - SAL: Any time today!
SAL: Four minutes!
I didn't ask for your opinion, OK?
Think I'm playing? Get down, right now.
I... I... I didn't do nothing.
Five minutes!
CUT: Shut up already, Rizla. Just get on the floor!
SAL: What? You really think you can do a ten minute plank, yeah?
SAL: Starting now, you touch the ground, that's another 30 seconds.
LUKASZ: You both better hold that!
CUT: This ain't fair man, I started mine, like, a minute ago.
SAL: I wanna see good form!
Get on with it. - CUT GROANS
CUT: Fricking hell, man!
SAL: You're behaving like idiots, like babies!
SAL: Oi, Faisal!
Yo, what did I say about no phones, man?
Uh, sorry bruv, I just...
forgot today's date, innit. - Yeah, yeah, just put it away, man.
Yo, did I ask you to stop?
What the hell. Something in the water today?
Let's go, man!
Let's go!
DOORBELL RINGS
KNOCKS ON DOOR
TOY GUN WHIZZES
RIFLING THROUGH DRAWS
What are you doing?
RAZA SIGHS
You wanna see something cool?
RAZA: Check this out.
RAZA: She was basically my age when that was taken.
NASIR: "Sadia Khalil".
So why does she call herself, "Shar"?
What, Ammi?
Cos that's who she is.
Not technically.
She never got married though.
Yeah alright, smart arse?
Don't you think that's weird, though?
How she's living with us unmarried men?
Where else is she supposed to live?
RAZA: Its haram, innit?
Uh... Abu drinks...
seen you pinch my cigarettes, is that not haram?
INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV
She's like, a whore, basically.
What did you just say?
Nothing, don't worry, bro.
It's a kufar thing, innit?
NASIR GRUNTS
Who's filling your head with all this shit, huh?
Who's filling your head with this shit? - Let me go.
Is this Akash?
Start talking, now.
Get off me, man, relax.
HEAVY KNOCKING
RAZA: Akash!
NASIR: He's obviously not here.
NASIR SIGHS
NASIR: No shit!
No shit, what?
Nothing, just Kash must have got the car working, I guess.
What car?
LORI: The referee said it was a foul, but I got...
INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE - CAR DOORS SLAM
EMILY: In my swimming pool.
Can we get a swimming pool? - No.
Well, how did you get so muddy?
Well, that's what you told me to do.
I don't think I did.
EMILY: Wait, wait...
LORI SIGHS - LOCK CLICKS
EMILY: Right...
EMILY: Get your boots off.
LORI: OK - DOOR CLOSES
EMILY SIGHS
EMILY: OK - Thanks.
EMILY GROANS
DOORBELL RINGS - EMILY: Go upstairs.
LORI RUNS UPSTAIRS - DOOR CLICKS
EMILY: Hi.
Can I help you? - Yeah.
I'm a friend of Gabriel's.
Oh, he's not in, I'm afraid.
Sorry, who are you?
Sharon.
I was just, uh...
Well, I don't know what I was doing, honestly.
And you're a friend of Gabe's from...
SHARON: Since forever ago.
Oh, since before the little 'un was born.
Since before you, even.
Oh, you're very pretty.
SHARON: Do people tell you that?
Uh...
Thank you.
No, I'll get going if he's not here.
Sharon...
Um, do you want to come in for a cup of tea?
He should be back soon.
Yeah.
EMILY: Do you have sugar?
SHARON: Uh, three.
Uh, two, please. Thanks.
LORI: Mummy, that woman's funny.
Why's her hair wet?
EMILY WHISPERS: Go and watch your videos.
You've a lovely home.
Thank you.
EMILY: Jesus, bloody builders.
Did Gabriel buy you all this?
Oh, no. I have a job.
Oh? What do you do?
I teach.
At the University.
Oh, looks and brains.
SHARON: What do you teach?
History.
Post colonial, mostly.
Fancy way of saying "modern".
What about you, Sharon? What do you do?
I'm a singer. - Wow!
What do you sing?
Post colonial... mostly.
Those are nice earrings.
I've got a pair, just like them.
They're a gift.
From a friend.
Anyone I would know?
I doubt it, sweetheart.
LORI: Dad's back.
Lori, go upstairs now.
But I'm watching...
Upstairs now, go and get cleaned up, please.
GABE: Hello?
Where are my two favourite ladies?
In here!
KEYS JINGLE
Eh up, Charlie.
What are you doing in my house?
Gabe, who is she?
What are you doing in my fucking house? - Oh, it's a lovely house.
Where's Lori? - She's upstairs.
Go upstairs and stay with Lori.
No! Who is she?
Never mind! Who the fuck's he?
I don't want to hear another word from your mouth.
SHARON: Oh, really? - Ems, upstairs with Lori, now!
No, I'm staying here. - SHARON LAUGHS
I'm arresting you on suspicion of aggravated trespassing.
SHARON: Cop? - GABE: You do not have to say anything
but anything you do say. - SHARON: Charlie...
May harm your defence if you do not mention. - INDISTINCT ARGUING
when questioned something you later
rely on in court. - Oh, were you a cop...
when you were shagging me?
Anything you may say... - Oh, my God.
Charlie, were you a cop, when you were shagging me?
Anything you say, may be given in evidence - Gabriel?
SHARON: You bastard cop.
SHARON GROANS
SHARON: Ch... Charlie.
SHARON: Gabriel... how could you?
INDISTINCT ARGUING - CAR DOOR OPENS
CAR DOOR SLAMS
ENGINE STARTS
LORI: Why's everyone shouting?
EMILY: Alright, come on. Let's get you in the bath.
LORI: When's Daddy coming back?
It's film night. - I don't know.
LORI: Can we still have ice-cream?
LORI: Why's the bath full?
Go back to your room, sweetheart.
FLAMES CRACKLE
What's this, penny for the Guy?
DAVID: Looks like your mum's old car.
AKASH: No, no, no, no, no!
AKASH SHOUTS: Put it out!
- Kash?
AKASH: Put it out! - DAVID: Kash? Hey!
DAVID SHOUTS: Come back, Kash!
No, no, no, no!
AOASH SHOUTING
DAVID: Kash, get...
AKASH: Get off. - GRUNTING, STRUGGLING
NASIR: I can't believe you did that.
SIRENS WAIL
You stay far away from him.
I want to hear you say it. - Say what?
Say it. - Yeah...
I'll stay away from him.
SIRENS GET LOUDER
FIREMAN: Stand back please, thank you, gents.
VAN DOORS SLAM - FIREMAN: Keep away from the vehicle.
DAVID: It's OK. - Leave me, man.
Stop touching me!
Give me your hand.
Don't come back here, Sharon.
Or what? You'll arrest me again?
What else was I supposed to do?
You were in my house. - You've been in my house plenty.
Why me?
Skittles and all them, I get. But why me?
Part of my job was to blend in with people's lives.
Relationships are a part of life.
So, I'm wallpaper for your investigation or whatever?
America... Florida, that's all bullshit?
Yeah.
I lent you money!
I sold my piano!
Christ, I met your dad!
It wasn't my dad.
And when you went to his funeral?
But you cried...
Your head were on my lap, you were crying.
What was it for?
It was just to make you believe it.
Fucking... you...
f... fucking...
Look! It wasn't all a lie.
Right? I loved you.
That wasn't fake.
You didn't love me...
"Gabriel"...
Fucking "Gabe", whoever the fuck you are.
You loved who they let you be when you were with me.
SHE SCOFFS
Some of those transgressions that happened in the pub...
They never made it to trial.
That can still change.
No one can know about me.
About this... Never.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Ems?
Emily?
SAL: See now, you've gotta find your stamina again, man.
That's what happens when you spend too much time away from the ring.
COOPER: Duplicate phone came in.
WORRALL: Yeah, that looks like a perfect match.
GABE: Here you go. Get Imran's eyes on it.
Well, that looks splendid.
What about when he turns the bloody thing on?
Has it got all of his apps?
COOPER: We can't replicate his exact system set up.
But when he turns it on...
he gets and error message.
We'll swap his phone back when he takes the dummy in for repairs.
Do you know where the real one is?
Yeah, desk. Top drawer.
What if it's in his pocket?
Well, then I improvise, dear.
Unless you'd rather wait for the attack cell to say "hi".
No? So I'll be making the swap tonight then.
MAN: Alright, let's go, man.
MAN: Let's go, well done, well done, well done.
MAN: You're good, man.
MAN: Peace man. - INDISTINCT CHATTER
INDISTINCT CHATTER IN STREET
Straggler...
Thought everyone was gone.
Yeah, bruv. I have to stretch my leg, innit.
SAL, OVER COM: That tear still giving you agro, yeah?
FAISAL, OVER COM: Yeah, bruv, it's bad.
SAL: Listen, I got some Tiger Balm
it's... uh, in the back.
Let me go grab it. - Yeah.
DOOR OPENS
DRAWER OPENS - DRAWER CLOSES
Got the phone.
SAL: There you go, man.
Uh...
Let me show you, actually, sit down.
Are you sure? - Yeah.
Oh, thanks, bruv.
Trick is, to go round the joint.
Like that.
How's that? - Yeah, that's good.
Right.
All yours.
Twice a day.
Oh, thanks. That's generous.
SAL: Any time.
DRAWER OPENS
SAL: Oh, shit.
Yo, Faisal, brother, you...
know anything about phones?
Yeah, rule two, no phones.
SAL LAUGHS
No, it's just...
Error 142. Do you know what that could mean?
Uh, I dunno bruv.
Best taking it to the phone shop.
I beg you, let me use yours.
SAL, OVER COM: Just to make a quick call.
IMRAN: You what? - SAL: Let me borrow your phone.
Yeah, of course, bruv.
Yeah, I got the minutes.
Yeah, here. Call for your life. - Cheers.
PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES
BUZZING CONTINUES
GABE: Out, get him out. Crash it. Crash it.
IMPACT SOUNDS OVER COM LINK
GABE: Round the back, round the back.
DOOR BURSTS IN - INDISTINCT SHOUTING
GABE: Officer down, officer down.
POLICEMAN SHOUTS: I'll check the west entrance.
Officer down, we need medical and ARV immediately.
SIRENS WAIL
POLICE OFFICER SHOUTS: Stop running!
Stay where you are! - POLICE OFFICER GRUNTS
COOPER: Call it in.
Imran, stay with us.
SIRENS WAIL - INDISTINCT SHOUTING
MOBILE PHONE BUZZES
It's late. - GABE: But you're up. Where are ya?
I said, where are you?
Home.
Obviously. - GABE: OK. Don't resist.
HANIF SNORES
DOOR BURSTS IN - POLICE OFFICER: Armed police!
Get down!
Police, don't move!
RAZA: What's going on?
INDISTINCT SHOUTING - RAZA: No one's resisting.
What's happening Raza? - NASIR: Raza, what's going on?
What is this? Look, what is this?
HANIF: Oi, get out. - INDISTINCT SHOUTING
Don't touch my bloody son!
HANIF: Where's your warrant? Show me!
SADIA: Raza! - HANIF: You've no bloody right.
OFFICER SHOUTS I said calm down!
POLICE WOMAN: Madam keep calm. - SADIA SHOUTS INCOHERENTLY
It'll be OK.
HANIF: He's just a... - SADIA: Raza!
POLICE OFFICER: Right, that's it. Come here!
INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES
Take off your clothes.
Put this on.
ONOCKING ON DOOR
Did you tip him off?
Bruv?
Your feds busted down my fucking door.
GABE: Did you tip him off? - Tip who off?
I don't even know where I am!
Section 41 of the Terrorism Act
gives me 28 days to hold you here without charge.
Terrorism Act?
I work for you! - Sal...
Did you tip Sal off?
About what? - GABE: Did you fucking tip him off?
You've got spies on him 24 hours of the day
did you see me rolling up, talking shit?
Imran's dead.
Who? - Fucking Faisal!
Shit.
Bruv, I only know Sal
because you told me to go into that gym.
I only know Faisal or...
Imran, or whoever...
through you.
The only thing I know about any of this
is because of you. So whatever you think I did...
You did it.
Well, get comfy.
Get nice and comfy.
Cos if I find out you had a hand in this...
they'll bury you in this place.
I'm done.
I'm done!
I'm not your snitch!
I don't belong to you.
HE HITS THE WALL
Do you want to stop doing that?
Your man survived by family?
Widow and a daughter.
ROSE: Three years old.
I'll make sure they're notified before the press blackout's lifted.
Did I hear correctly that your suspect is yet to be processed?
He's stuck in traffic.
For five hours?
I want a safety interview, before he meets with his solicitor.
Any minute he spends alone with one of yours
and no legal rep is a year off his sentence.
And the moment he sits with his solicitor
all we get is a guilty plea and no replies.
We don't know the location of the attack cell.
I need him to talk.
Police transport's gonna run out of petrol doing laps round Hyde Park.
Yes or no?
HE SIGHS
BOYCE: As cities go
this one's prettier at night.
Go ahead.
ROSE TEXTS ON HER PHONE
MESSAGE BEEPS - HOLLY: That's our green light.
SIREN WAILS
HOLLY ON COM: Can you pull over here please?
GABE: Follow us. - OFFICER: Yes, guv.
Just drive until I tell you to stop. - Alright.
Gabe?
How are we supposed to do this?
Just keep emotions in check.
Ours, not his.
Alright? - Yeah.
ENGINE STARTS
You can turn the camera off all you want.
I've been beaten by the best of them.
I know. I've seen your record - 49 fights, 22 defeats.
HOLLY ON COM: Camera's actually there for your benefit.
We believe you're aware of an imminent threat to public safety.
If you provide us with any information that prevents a loss of life
or a terrorist attack
we can present this interview to the judge
who's authorised to impose a reduction on your sentencing.
OK, and is it also for my benefit that my solicitor ain't here yet?
Where's the attack cell?
Who even makes you lot
come try chat to me, the moment after I kill one of yours?
It's gotta be rough, man.
HOLLY: Are you admitting to the murder of a police officer?
I did what I did.
You understand the murder of an officer carries a whole life sentence?
You saw what I did to your boy, how much do you think I care about this life?
We don't know what you care about, Sal.
GABE: We don't know why you killed Faisal
why you thought his death was necessary
or what you hoped to achieve by causing it.
Only you know that.
If you're willing, you'll tell us, if you're not, you won't.
We can't force you.
We don't want to force you.
All we want to do is save lives.
We're not taking notes, not writing down any questions.
Where's the attack cell? That's all we want to know.
SAL: That cop died, because this is a war.
People die in wars. That's just the truth.
But I don't think you want more people to die.
SAL: Oh, so now you think you know what I want?
No, but I know pretending when I see it.
You came back home, set up your gym.
That's a smart move.
But we've been through your files, Sal.
Plenty of angry, young men coming through your doors.
A lot of them were headed down the wrong road
before they stepped into your gym.
Eh?
They cleaned up.
Plenty of them went to uni.
They're working.
No scrapes with the law.
That's no accident.
You did that.
They're good kids, I'm not gonna argue with you.
At some point the lie became real didn't it?
When did you change your mission?
My mission is to serve.
That don't ever change.
Where's the attack cell?
GABE: Sal, look at me.
The people that are gonna die here, they're not soldiers.
They're not on some battle field.
They're no different than the kids whose lives you changed.
ROSE: 17 Chessington Close.
Let's get a head count on the nearby properties.
Find out how many civilians are in the potential blast radius.
Twenty-four hour surveillance.
We can't risk a detonation in a residential area.
And the DAC won't let us go in without confirmation of a device.
In the meantime...
heat signatures, layout
occupants... let's see what's inside.
WORRALL GROANS
Here we go. Ma'am?
Déjà vu...
HOLLY GASPS
What? - Another white van for your collection.
This one's a rental.
COOPER: Head's up.
Didn't we flag these two from south client roster?
HOLLY: Yeah.
That's Farook Syeed and the other is...
Zakir Ravia.
WORRELL: Let's have tail teams on standby
in case they step out again.
ONOCKING ON DOOR
GABE: Hey!
How d'you know?
Faisal, who tipped you off?
No one.
Then how'd you figure him out?
The fool let me fix the wrong leg.
You get lost in the desert, you end up walking in circles, innit?
KEYS JINGLE - DOOR OPENS
Get dressed.
You're going home.
DOOR OPENS
RAZA SIGHS
HE STARTS TO CRY
HE SOBS
What are you doing out here?
Believe me...
Anything is better than being at home with your Ammi right now.
Is she alright?
HANIF LAUGHS Is she alright?
No, Raza!
Nobody's alright.
Look...
What you do outside the house
that's your own business.
But when he comes kicking my door down at 4am...
enough is enough.
You gotta tell me what's going on, Raza.
HANIF: British Citizen.
Bloody hell!
HANIF SIGHS
She come from a hard background your Ammi.
Only other desi in Kingston, when I met her.
That's when we moved in.
We moved into hers?
I thought she moved into ours.
Nah...
Your mum had taken a bad turn.
I was between things...
We had to down-size.
It was only supposed to be temporary.
RAZA: And that's when Mum died.
HANIF: Yeah.
And your Ammi never graduated.
Lost her visa.
Gave it up for you and your brother.
That's why you've gotta tell her.
I can't.
Raza, love...
You and Nas are always gonna be her boys.
That's not gonna change no matter what.
Some of the people I deal with...
if they ever found out...
what I've been doing...
What Ammi and Nas don't know can never find them.
You gotta promise me
this stays between us.
That belongs to her.
Come on.
DOOR SLAMS
HANIF: Here she is.
Come sit down, my love.
SADIA: We closed late.
I had cues out the door.
Everyone and their grandmother asking me
why the police came to arrest my boy.
So what do I tell them?
You don't want to answer?
I can't.
You can't?
Then, I can't have you in this house.
And I can't have you near Nasir.
You want to waste your future, fine.
He still has his.
You have to leave.
Hang on, no you don't...
That's not necessary. - Ammi, come on.
They already released me, I'm not
getting arrested again... - I don't believe you.
I called your work. They haven't see you for weeks.
You don't understand. It...
It's all done, we're good now. - SADIA: No.
We're not "good" and I don't understand, so please explain
why are the police in my house dragging you out of bed?
But you don't know the whole story.
Raza been trying... - There is no story...
You want me out, I'm out.
For your clothes.
I want you gone by the morning.
I'll leave right now.
HANIF: Raza, love.
Where you gonna go?
RAZA: Hey, man. I'll be good.
Trying to move out anyway.
HANIF SIGHS
Nas, it's alright.
NASIR: Why are you letting her kick him out?
She's not even our mum.
HANIF: Don't say that, Nas.
It's just a little disagreement.
These things are complicated!
NASIR: She's not my mum. - HANIF: We always work it out.
HANIF: Nas!
RAZA: Listen...
What you said to Abu...
that woman's our mother.
You crossed the line.
RAZA: And anyway...
you can have the room to yourself now.
DADIR: Sorry, bruv. I ain't got no change.
You sure this is OK?
You're the one that's gotta sleep with a ghost.
Mum won't let me redecorate.
DADIR: She won't even let me touch Yousef's decks.
DADIR: Deep innit?
BAG CRASHES DOWN
You doing alright, Rizla?
Surviving.
HE SOBS
TYPING ON A COMPUTER
Where are the translations?
From what I've read, these confirm Sal's intel.
The address, Farook, Zakir...
You're not a native speaker.
GCHQ only cracked the phone this morning.
There are over 2,000 messages to transcribe.
Then find more bloody interpreters.
They've got to come with clearance. We don't want some...
freelancer broadcasting where and attack cell is.
We already have
what we need. We have Sal's phone.
They don't know we have him in custody.
Look, we contact the cell posing as him
we have Sal put someone forward for us.
Bring in a level 1 from another unit.
It will take weeks to prep someone new.
Number nine won't do it.
I'd like to have a run at him.
If there's anyone he doesn't want to talk to more than me, it's you!
Go with Holly.
ROSE: In, out, simple probe.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
RAZA: Shit!
DADIR: What?
DADIR: Huh, shit what?
RAZA: See you in there.
You can't be doing this.
You can't be here.
Get in the back.
I'm good.
But if you're still around when I clock off you can give me a ride back to Dadir's.
That's where I'm staying now that I'm technically homeless.
Thanks for that by the way.
HORN SOUNDS
Oh, would you look at that? Breaks over.
Great chat.
Hey.
Sal was part of a terror cell.
Here in East London.
We wouldn't have found it without you.
Get in the car.
Just hear us out.
Do you ever shampoo these seats?
Talk about how many arseholes and dirt bags have been back here.
Probably already got the fleas.
HOLLY: We need your help.
No, whatever it is, no.
The cell's set up the same as Rotterdam.
Two of the members are from Sal's gym.
Great, go get 'em. - We can't make any arrests
without reasonable cause.
We just need someone to look inside and tell us who's there.
I should be laughing in your face.
Thinking I wanna help you
after how much you've fucked my life upside down.
HOLLY: But you're not.
And you could have quit at any time. Could have stopped answering the phone.
But you didn't. - RAZA: What are you on about?
This geezer made me do it.
HOLLY: Made you?
Made you do what?
It was your choice to pick up that bike helmet.
To take that money from Igli Gramos.
To set fire to that car.
GABE: Yeah, we heard about that.
HOLLY: Listen...
You can go back to packing those boxes
or you can help us save some lives.
Come on Raza!
You're a racehorse.
You know they shoot those fuckers in the end, right?
Turn them into glue.
HOLLY: Sleep on it if you want.
What's the point?
Just gives those dickheads more time.
Good man.
RAZA: See you later then.
OFFICER ON RADIO: Mobile 1, I'm eyes on.
Subject heading north on Galway. - OFFICER 2: Roger that.
OFFICER 3 ON RADIO: Bravo 1, subject turning east
on Black Church making his approach.
OFFICER 4: Roger that.
OFFICER 5 ON RADIO: Delta 1, eyes on, he's slowing down.
You Raza, yeah? - Yeah.
Get in.
Which one of you guy's is Farook?
Sal was saying you trained with him.
Didn't catch your name, brother.
OFFICER 5 ON RADIO: Delta 1, assets in place.
Subject continuing east on Black Church.
OFFICER 6 ON RADIO: OK, Roger that. We're watching him.