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"Who wants one more American air base in the Persian Gulf?"

"Who wants occupation by another name?"

"Western imperialism by another name."

"Who wants planes and helicopters

- flying over our children?" -

- - "Who wants to live

- under a foreign flag." - Okay.

What have I missed? What's the interpreter saying?

So far pretty vanilla.

- The usual grievances… - "We will never accept…"

DI Lenker?

Bronze Command, what do you see?

Yep, there's no problem on the ground.

"This is the true face of state-sponsored terrorism."

"Let the occupiers pay for the blood they shed."

Okay, are you getting that?

"Avenge this defilement of a sovereign state."

Cliff? You're the lawyer. Anything we can charge?

"Avenge" is not incitement in and of itself, so…

Gold Command, be advised.

Counterprotest gathering on Nailsworth Street.

Okay, we knew this was coming.

Unit C, hold them at the 80 yard cordon.

- - Everyone else, eyes on the square.

"An eye for an eye."

"A life for a life."

Right, does that clear the threshold?

Death threat? Unlawful? Yes? No?

The last time I checked, it wasn't against the law to quote the Quran

or indeed the Bible.

- Cliff, no one likes a smart-arse. - Well, I do.

June, how we looking?

Yeah, it's still pretty calm. There's no physical threat.

Okay, well, discretion up to a point, yeah?

"Let our vengeance be swift and without mercy…"

Unit Charlie to Gold Command, we have 50 men at the outer cordon.

Okay, but is the area secure?

Secure for now, over.

"Let these animals pay for their insult…"

Well, that's not holy text surely.

Right, so enough to arrest?

It has to be a targeted threat against a named individual or individuals.

Oh, Cliff.

- -

Unit Charlie to Gold Command, significant presence.

75 meters down from the square, it's getting pretty hot.

- - That sounds close…

Where is that? Is that Nailsworth Street?

"Get organized. Cut the head off the snake."

Call to action?

"Any American diplomats and apologists…"

- Yes. - Targeted call to violence?

- Yes. - Is that enough to escalate?

I would say, "yes."

Right, so we are clear to arrest?

Section 44. You have grounds for arrest.

Right, and is that your recommendation?

Yep, yeah. Confirmed yes.

Okay. And is it just the leader or all of them?

Because some of them are just, uh… Some of them are just kids.

- Hold it together! -

Let's go!

Fuck!

Urgent tactical support required. Repeat.

- All… urgent… - Recommend…

Yeah, I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't… Uh… I can't hear you. Can you repeat?

Just the leader at present so we can review the tapes…

- Okay. You're clear to arrest the leader. - Mike, Sierra, Mike, Sierra.

Arrest authorized.

Breach, breach! They're heading towards the square!

Urgent tactical support needed. All units…

In! In, in, in!

Break it up! Break it up!

Get back!

Get out the way!

Help! Somebody, help!

Out the way. Okay.

Okay. Come here.

Paramedics!

You his friend, yeah?

- You see here? Your hand here. - Back, back! Everyone back!

Press down hard. Look at me. Press down hard.

- Okay. All right. -

Oh, my God. All right.

Where are the paramedics?

I've got you.

All right. Look at me. You're fine. I've got you.

M-Mum.

Mum.

- - Mum.

- I've got you. I've got you. - Mum.

- You're gonna see your mum. -

Thank you. Thank you, everybody.

Please all take your seats.

Before we begin, an urgent question from Margo Whitaker, MP.

Fifteen years old.

Just a regular lad from my constituency.

My backyard.

- Cheers, mate. - No worries.

Hi, can I get a pen please?

He only came along because, I quote,

"There was room in the van, and he wanted to go on the London Eye."

Now, I see from the news you are appealing for witnesses?

Thanks.

May I suggest you start with the 34 officers stood around like lemmings

whilst a boy was stabbed to death in front of you?

It's our understanding that the Nailsworth Street rally

was infiltrated at the 11th hour

by a small cell of up to six extremist individuals.

Their faces covered,

unknown to the others, they came with the sole intention--

Not one… Not one of this cell have you been able to identify.

Your job, last time I looked, is to stop crime.

And yet no arrests, no witnesses and no murder weapon.

Is it any wonder public confidence in the police is rock bottom?

Who is she, and what's she doing here?

I'm, um…

I just wanted to say, I'm so sorry for your loss.

He's saying,

"What do you want?"

I was with him. I was there.

Your son.

And I just… I wish I could've stopped it.

Please go.

- Please, just someone make her go. -

It's okay.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Can I have some? - DI Lenker?

Yeah, It's still pretty calm. There's no physical threat.

Urgent tactical support required. Repeat.

All units, urgent tactical support required.

Where is that? Is that Nailsworth Street?

- M-Mum. - Where are the paramedics?

Mum. Mum.

- I've got you. I've got you. - Mum.

Thanks, Jerry.

- Tony. - Who are you?

It's me.

Dan, the gaffer.

"The gaffer?" You sure? Fuckin' temerity.

- For Christ's sake, Tony. -

I'm not that far gone.

Yeah, you should see old Jim through the wall.

He's on a drip and a respirator and…

They still reckon he's a flight risk.

You look like shit. Don't tell me it's that daughter of yours.

What's her name? Lulu or Louisa--

- Lisa. - Yeah, what's the latest?

Is she still up north? Isle of…

- Was it Isle of Eigg? - Findhorn.

Findhorn. Nice.

Plenty of clapped-out old hippies up there to keep her warm at night.

Listen.

I just wanted to kick the tires on something.

Ah. Here it comes. The ulterior motive.

Yeah. Crack on.

Something you said a while back.

- - What did I say?

This guy.

Cosmo Thompson.

I see.

You said he was nothing. Small time.

Yeah.

Well, I changed my mind.

Now, I gather you're keen to help with the investigation.

Well, I was there. So, yeah, of course I want to help.

Well, Mike and his team downstairs are more than competent

- to handle things. Okay? - I'm not saying they're not.

They don't need you marking their homework for them.

But you've got a lot of friends here, June,

so no one's throwing you to the wolves. Not while I'm here.

- - Let me tell you,

the person responsible for the death of that lad

is the individual who stuck a six-inch blade in his chest.