Criminal Record

Listen, I had someone message just now.

They said, and I quote: "Maybe you're the problem.

You and your fellow dinosaurs who can't let go of the past."

That's British manners for you!

Apparently we're the problem. Kyle, what-what do you say to that?

No, sir. We are not the problem.

We have been provoked into a civilizational war

we cannot, cannot lose, and I am with you, soldier. I am with you.

We are aligned in this global struggle.

We are watching what is going down in London,

how you're calling out all these lies.

And I… and I am with you. And I… we… we are honored,

honored to serve at your side.

'Cause do you know what, Kyle?

Personally, I quite like my way of life,

and I will die for it.

They arrested me the other day.

Nice try, lads.

Everything you do only makes us stronger.

Fuck the police.

When I think of you

my heart remembers

all the love we've ever had all the love we've ever had

just me and you

when I think of you

just me and you just me and you just me and you.

How did you know where I lived?

But I have a very particular set of skills.

Anyone could've seen.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- Jesus. - I get that a lot.

Okay.

- What? - Miss you.

Stop.

Seriously, you got to stop calling me like this.

- It's like you're bordering on stalker. - You called me.

Yeah, whatever. Jesus. I'll see you later.

It's all hands on deck for this missing boat, remember?

Yeah, okay.

- I'll see you at work. - See you.

It's a 30-foot tugboat.

Black and white. Answers to the name Alfie Buchanan.

Copy that.

Last seen heading east of wapping.

Obs only.

Locate and call it in.

Do not approach or board the vessel.

So it's true then?

You really think they're hidden on that boat?

That's the intel, so fingers crossed.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Southwark bridge to London bridge all clear.

Moving on to tower bridge. Over.

Wapping embankment all clear. Moving on to rat cliff. Over.

Hey, hey, hey. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Got you.

Did you find it? Did you find the boat?

Yeah, we're on our way now. And how many detonators did you see, bill?

Six, seven?

I told you they're building bombs. Fire starters.

It was fucking unreal, man.

Just relax. This is good. This is good work.

So what happens now?

Bomb squad are on their way.

They'll go in, they'll search the boat, seize any materials, make the arrests

and then you, my friend, you are home and dry by dinnertime.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

It's the last stretch. Hang in there.

- You good, yeah? - Morning, boss.

How we doin'?

Evacuating now.

- Explosives team? - Risk assessment.

- Divas. - I'll chivvy 'em along.

Hi, bren. Where are we?

This way, sir.

Okay, get everyone off the boats.

Keep them away from the jetty.

Copy that.

Roll back. At least 100 meters.

Keep them away from the subject vessel until pavel gives the all clear.

- Understood? - Moving now.

Make sure those boats are clear.

All right, listen up. Nice and calm.

Radio silence. We are covert obs, remember?

Repeat, radios off. Leave no trace.

We're ready to move in on your Mark.

Boss, I'll let you know when we're clear to proceed.

You know what? I feel like I'm hearing cosmo in my sleep.

Have a listen.

What about them that forget then?

Right, see there.

I can still see him, walking off that day,

dressed up in his dapper little jacket, all zipped up to his chin, you know.

He looked up at me, watching him from my window and he waved,

like… like he knew he wasn't coming back.

What's wrong here?

Do you know how long len baker resides at number 5?

Three months.

Moves out in October '93.

That's three years before he blew up the pub.

Hang on a minute. So, cosmo didn't even know this guy?

Yeah, and yet here he is wavin' him off in his wee jacket.

Hang on a sec, he's just makin' it up?

I said it, so it must be true. God knows what he believes.

Evacuation complete, boss.

Pavel, over to you.

We are seconds away from the subject vessel.

Okay, trying the door now.

It's locked.

Guys, keys. Look for keys.

Got them.

Yep. Okay.

You're looking for a green case.

No sign yet…

Hang on.

Yeah, I can see the case.

It's empty.

Repeat, Jen.

They're not in there. They're not in the case.

All units stand down. The detonators are not on the boat.

Either Billy's made it all up or they've been off-loaded overnight.

Pavel, run the boat for forensics.

Maybe there's physical evidence.

Copy that. Forensics standing by.

Base to unit v4,

blue eyes and subject 2 are leaving the flat and heading your way.

Unit 4 receiving. Eyes on subject two.

- Boss? - Come in, Finn.

Billy and Nigel are on the move.

Wait, where are they going? Are they coming to the Marina?

No. Heading east by the looks of it.

Tailing now.

Stay on them. Maybe they'll lead us to the detonators.

- There he is… - oi oi.

…the baby-faced assassin.

What's happening?

- Going on a little trip. - Hello, mate.

Anywhere nice?

I mean, you know, sort of celebration/boot camp sort of thing.

Sorry I'm late. I had work.

- Work? Work was it? - Yeah.

How you passed your dbs checks with that face is a national disgrace.

What are we celebrating?

Who wants to tell him?

People waking up to the truth, mate.

People? What people?

Good people. The right sort of people.

Finally paying some attention.

Sorry, what is that?

It's called a brioche.

A brioche? It looks horrible.

We've eaten anyway.

- Billy... - Billy, you jump in with us.

- Jump in front with me. - Follow us, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, lad.

Cos, can I have a word, mate? It's important.

No, not now. Jump in the minibus.

No worries. It can wait.

Tell you what, mate. Have that.

- Finn, update please. - On the move.

Convoy heading east. Subject 1's car and the minibus.

Sian, how are we doing? Are you in?

Roger that. Blue eyes's phone engaged.

Signal is clear. We are listening now.

"Celebration/boot camp"?

They're off on a jolly, and why not?

Cosmo's having a moment. He's famous.

- He's a celeb. - Yeah. Celeb/knobhead.

I want you to go and tail them.

Take over from Finn.

Draft sian in for tech support.

You as well.

Come on. Send him to babysit the asset.

Listen, the bomb-maker's gone Mia. I can't afford to lose anyone else.

Where's June?

She had to go down to hackney Nick.

What for?

Some trouble with cerys's mother.

Shouting and screaming about Billy fielding.

Murderer on the loose.

- Ashley Jones? - Yeah.

- Outside hackney Nick again? - That's right.

And why is June getting involved with that?

Okay.

Mind how you go with her.

With…

June.

It won't end well.

Yeah, why's that?

'Cause you're too soft.

Hiya.

- Where is she? - Back of the Van.

Thanks.

Ashley.

Come on. It's either me or the magistrate.

And I've got a thousand places to be. So…

Shit.

- What? - Trail mix.

Oi! K bomb, pass up the trail mix, will ya?