Criminal Record

Light. Shadow. Light.

SHIT OF A DIFFERENT POLICE

The light. Shadow. Light.

I'm not lying. I imagined younger.

I'm Inspector Hegarty, and here is Inspector Lenker.

Latte, please.

Lots of sugar.

We are looking for these four men -

suspected of a terrorist act, which is due today

and we have proof based on which -

- you are at the center of the event. - What? Not a lawyer?

When considering the pressure, risk of death…

- Just like that? - We conduct an interview -

- according to safety regulations. - So not a lawyer?

No.

Doesn't sound safe.

What's the plan, Mr. Woznyiak?

I need items. Times.

Woof.

- Evidence against you, really. - Take your pick.

Two for the price of one.

Where should I look?

So?

Thanks.

I now show proof KC007.

Pages from a notebook, which was found on your desk.

This is yours, Mr. Thompson. Do you deny it?

The accused does not deny. What's in this?

Are these pubs in London?

London streets, mosque, mosque.

What is this? Looking for destinations?

Are you making a shopping list?

You are fully involved. You planned this.

What is this?

2-3-7-8-5.

Address? Trigger code?

Mr. Thompson?

What is that? Is it my handwriting? I don't know. Is there?

Pretty.

This is aggravating.

What? Wait a minute, do you think all this to be real?

Look.

Do you see? Read that.

"Cosmo Specials."

I make these programs online.

The cosmonaut thing.

You wouldn't know. Why should?

But we have this web series…

Fictional episodes.

- Do you think anyone believes? - They're just thoughts.

Bluesky rubbish.

Logos, product ideas.

What did you think?

"Terrorist's Handbook", huh?

Grail Chalice.

Damn, I love you guys.

can i have a copy of this when this is over?

You will receive a copy closer to the trial.

It's fine.

Of course I'm blacklisted now.

No offense.

Do you think you can scare us?

You heard them. We are on the move.

- I can't hear anything. - We're a business, damn it.

- You were arrested on the way... - We will take this country back.

- ...to your own bomb factory. - We're coming to pick you up...

- Apartment 709, Middleton Towers. - ...and you.

You get a maximum of one year.

- Considerable evidence was found… - Kingdoms come and go...

- ...but you policemen are... - ...related to nitroglycerin-based -

- for making explosives. - ...in God's waiting room.

Away. You guys are gone. Boom. Replaced.

Really? By whom? You and your scumbags?

- I don't think so. - No, this is not about me.

It has to do with you, Herman Munster.

And as for these pictures, I have never heard of the apartment 7/11.

I have never been there in my life.

You were arrested on your way to apartment 709.

How do I get in?

Where are my keys? Hello?

Where are my keys to that apartment?

Ask those idiots who emptied my pockets when arrested.

What were you doing at Middleton Towers?

What? Sorry what, Herman?

What were you doing at Middleton Towers?

A friend of mine is looking for an apartment to rent,

so i thought i'd ask.

You know what? I have expenses.

Sit down.

Why? Who lives there?

Your comrade Marco Rivelli, as you well know.

What about that army building, that you blew up in Thetford Forest?

So. I was amazed by it myself.

So. I thought that it's about fireworks.

- About fireworks? - Yes.

Yes, in a package.

- For a special episode. - Yes.

Not fireworks but explosives. Which your lighters set off.

Seven lighters that you get yourself.

Jukoliste.

He's one of the conspiracy freaks, right?

- I assure you, no conspiracy. - Old tinfoil hat boy.

Oh my god. Pressure, manipulation... I guess you've done this before?

And you, my love, are his supporter.

You were in the forest.

You saw with your own eyes when he died.

I watched when he died?

Speaking of which,

who killed marco?

For real?

Your expression.

Billy.

He survives the fire on his own two feet.

Wait a minute. Does he know? Herman, I don't think he knows.

Go on, dear. He lit it, didn't he?

- Tell us the destinations. - On whose orders?

yours?

Light. Shadow. Light.

Not here, though not much light, huh?

You apply.

You apply.

So?

- You are needed in supervision. - What happened?

Nothing yet, but Jen has something.

What was that thing about Billy in the woods?

Was it him? Did our resource detonate a bomb?

- How do I know? I wasn't even there. - We got a message from secret agents.

They just marked the location on one of his cell phones.

- Where? - In the Eisfield station parking lot.

Thirty minutes ago.

Thirty?

Fine, answer.

Boss, I'm on the spot With Pavel.

I'm just sending pictures.

CONNECTION LOST

The lock is open. Pavel, go inside.

POLICE

- Boss? - Here.

Pavel!

Back off. All out.

- What is it about? - Get out!

Back off.

Pavel?

Alright…

It is operational.

The device we have in operation.

Looks like a wireless switch.

It's a lighter.

There's a lot of explosives.

Is it greater than the bomb in the forest?

Yes.

How much bigger?

Maybe three times.

Here. This is exactly what my team found. Twenty three minutes ago.

Your son. Watch the backpacks.

Nigel and Phil, last seen on the way to the pier.

Do they hit the trains? Is that the plan?

I don't know anything about it.

What about those two bombs, that were left at the back of the pack?

Who was supposed to carry them? Yours and Billy's?

It's only a matter of time

that we can connect the backpacks to the bomb, which exploded in the forest.

It's happening now.

Think you're safe?

Do you think you can sit in a warm -

while your team goes blow up half of london?

Is it the right time?

You are not safe.

You win and you lose, you understand?

You are now connected here.

If people die, you get arrested.

No. You, not me.

No, no. He's right.

In the worst case, I lose my pension,

but you will be made an example of.

I don't think so.

This is London, dammit.

It's a melting pot.

A pot of soima.

Horror, multiple victims, not just British.

Do you remember July 7th?

Flags of eighteen countries at half-staff. Think about it.

heaven forbid that there are no Americans.

Or Indians, Arab Emirates, allies, extradition treaties.

You end up in Texas or Riyadh.

- To Guantanamo. - In overalls, damn it.

- Fuck you. - Death sentence.

- An eye for an eye. - That won't happen.

Depends on where you go.

The value of evidence varies.

In some places it is not so strict.

It's time to smoke this fucking place, Billy.

- Really? - Yes. Why? Want to help?

- It depends on what you plan. - It's gonna be big.

How big?

Use your imagination, little man

Tick, tick, tick.

Boom!

Is that what you want?

Do you want to die like old Len?