Fuze

Woah, woah, woah!

Wait, stop!

- Get Garry! - What?

Oh, fuck. Fucking hell.

- What's up, Clareese? - You should see this.

Jeez, where is that?

Building site in the Paddington Basin.

Ooh.

We've got UXO in Westminster.

I'm just sending you through the pictures now.

World War II, looks like a thousand pounder.

We'll need an 800 meter radius perimeter.

Morning, sir. Morning, sir. - Morning.

And I'll need you there as liaison, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and by the way, Norris called in sick,

so we've got Corporal Hanson standing in.

Aren't we lucky? Might even learn a thing or two.

Get the police onto the evacuation right away.

I'll head there now.

I'll see you on the dance floor.

We need to get onto Westminster City Council Emergency Planning,

Transport Police and TFL.

- Yes. - And the Mayor.

Everyone to Hyde Park, quickly and calmly.

This area is being evacuated.

Please make your way calmly to Hyde Park.

Ah, ah, ah!

This area is being evacuated.

You can take your coats with you.

If you can just make your way down the stairs for me, please, guys.

An old bomb's been discovered on a building site nearby.

We're evacuating.

This area is being evacuated.

Nice and calm, everybody.

Thank you.

Please leave the area as quickly as possible.

Yes, I completely understand that, sir.

We're shutting down the whole square mile. It's nothing personal.

Stay in touch, bro.

See ya.

- Look after them. - Yeah.

Thank you very much, sir.

Corporal.

Hi, I'm Gary, I'm the foreman.

I can show you, mate. Just over here.

Right. Okay.

Need a better vantage point. Is that building safe?

Yes, man.

Okay.

Could it, like, blow any minute?

Theoretically, yes.

We'll need to get that drained, Corporal.

Yes, sir.

Is that your cabin?

- Yeah. - Mind if we use it?

- Help yourself. - Thanks, Gary. You can go now.

- Thank Christ. - Right, we'll make that our ICP.

So I want to get some protection built 'round it.

Sappers to go behind there and we'll meet with the suits in the ICP.

Hold on, sir. Slow down, slow down. Where are you off to?

I, erm, I have to get my laptop.

- Straight on, straight on. - Sorry.

Sir? Sir? Where are you going?

Come back! We've got a resident running down the street.

I said--

Oh, God.

So this is the same size of bomb as the controlled explosion

in Exeter two years ago.

As you can see, if it blows before we contain it,

you'll be very glad the cordon was in place.

Hardeep Gill, Westminster Council Emergency Planning.

Sorry I'm late, the traffic.

Is this a big bomb, like, like a biggie?

- Yes, it is. - Oh, God.

Well, running right under the building site here,

there's a 400 kilovolt mains cable.

We're going to have to cut off the power around the whole area

- until the bomb is neutralized. - Right.

I want the power off for as short as possible.

- Of course. - Chief Superintendent.

It'd be good to get access to relevant police comms

around the cordon.

No problem.

Sergeant Keane will stay in close contact.

Right. Thank you, Major.

Yeah, I'll try to make things as smooth as possible.

Break a leg.

Or whatever you guys say.

Don't be shit.

That's what we say.

This area has been evacuated.

If you can hear this announcement,

please make yourself known to us immediately.

It's definitely a 500.

Can't tell from here if it's an SD or an SC, so...

- Hanson, Wardy. - Yeah?

Let's get the fucking water out, can we?

Sir.

- Here you are, take that. - What fucking good would that do?

Protect your ego.

- Right. You ready? - Sir.

Well go on, then.

And don't be shit.

On my way, sir.

Right, that'll be the mains shut down.

This is Sergeant Keane reporting.

We have started pumping water from around the bomb.

We'll report back when we make our next step.

Roger that.

Cordon secure. You are authorized to proceed.

Nothing's moving.

We're on.

Tony, take it a bit lower.

Thanks.

Hold it there, Tony. Go to thermal.

Switch back.

It's a fucking fox.

- All right, mate? - Got alarms going off in shops on Edgware Road,

- need to check 'em. - They're going off everywhere, mate.

The power's been cut.

Whole place has been evacuated for an old bomb.

What, so I can't get through at all?

It's shut down everywhere. There's nothing I can do.

- All right, cheers. - All right.

Thanks, mate. Okay.

That's water drained, sir.

Good.

All right, don't get your knickers in a twist.

It's not for now.

It's a little tradition of mine

for when we're done.

I'm not gonna force you.

You okay?

Yeah.

I think we might need that clockstopper.

- Sir. - Right. Do you know what that is?

- Yes, I do, sir. Checked it on Monday. - Right, yeah.

- Do you know where you put it? - Yeah.

- All right, go fucking get it, then. - Aye, sir.

Fucking hell.

G.

Alpha Hotel Two Seven, do a quick sweep of the cordon, please.

Roger that, Gold.

I just need your signature on this please, ma'am.

Thank you.

Stop the work.

Got a drive by.

Fuck.

- Is there anything out there? - There's nothing going on out here.

It looks like the apocalypse.

- You definitely got everything up, yeah? - Yes, ma'am.

Just a routine check.

Carry on.

All right, get the stethoscope

- as close as you can. - Sir.

- Just leave it down there for me. - Aye, sir.

Don't be shit, sir.

The Major is at the bomb and ready to assess the condition of the fuze.

Checking all clear?

Alpha Hotel Two Seven?

Leave the cordon immediately.

EOD are starting work.

Roger that, Gold, we're on our way.

All right there, Doots? Can you hear me?

Just doing the final check, sir.

Ready when you are.

There we go.

Right, there's the impact fuze.

12 o' clock. Aluminum. Not rotted away. Transit plug.

Oh, fucking hell.

That's a bit more complicated.

Right. Do you hear that, Doots? Time fuze.

Attaching mic steth.

Fucking hell, it's ticking.

Clear! Hard cover, now!

Hard cover!

Move, move, move!

Unexpected development.

There's a second fuze and a timer.

And it's active. These were designed to create

maximum terror and confusion.

It could detonate any minute for the next 48 hours.

Deploying clockstopper!

The Major will deploy a magnetic clockstopper

to inhibit the fuze.

Oh fuck.

Nobody fucking move!

Heads down!

Right, Corporal, green light!

Brace, brace, brace!

Switching on!

Right, all clear!

Corporal, start building that mitigation wall!

- Jump up, mate. - Get back to it.

The timer has been stopped and the bomb made temporarily safe.

So now we're going to build the mitigation wall

for a controlled explosion.

This can take up to five hours.

So it would be great if we could get some pizza in.