Criminal Record

Here, give me your chain.

Put this on.

It's mic'ed up, okay? So we can hear you through it.

All right, go on.

Hello.

Remember. It's just eyes and ears, yeah? That's all.

Be patient, find your moment. Let him come to you.

For fuck's sake. They've put fucking tomato in here.

Just eat it, would you?

For fuck's… it's soaked right into the bread.

Nobody's allergic to tomatoes!

Yeah, but it's not an allergy as such…

Good, are you listening? Do you want me to fucking hit you?

It's called a ketogenic diet. It's about building up that muscle mass.

Right. That's enough, take five.

You all right, mate?

He looks a bit twitchy.

Don't he?

Fucking riot, this one. I can't get a word in.

Where's cosmo?

What?

Yeah, I just wondered where… where he is.

He's working, more than likely.

Come on. Let's see what you're made of.

Me?

Yeah.

Come on, boys.

- Come on then. - Show us what you're made of.

- Get the gate for me. - Hurry up. Come on.

You've done this before back in prison?

Now and then.

What about boxing, MMA?

- Seen it on YouTube and that. - An expert.

All right, look.

Let's see what you got then, hey?

- Go on, nige. - Let's see what you got, Billy.

- Go on, son. - Go on, nige. Let's go.

Hit him, nige.

Go on, show him.

Go on, mate. Let's go.

Yeah!

Don't get back up. Stay down.

Shit.

- Boss. - Yes, Nigel.

Boss.

Look at this. He's gonna sodding kill him.

Give him a chance. He'll get up.

Right. Third camera. Who's that?

Bingo.

He's buzzed.

- Bambi legs. - Fucking hell.

Somebody warm up the defibrillator for Nigel.

You gonna let him mug you off, Nigel?

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

and now here, you've got two faces clearly in the sun.

And this little piggy in the middle here… in the shade.

How is that photographically possible?

Light, shadow, light.

And as you can see from the file, sir,

cosmo Thompson, real name Gavin woznyiak,

he's been on the watch list for a few years now.

Basically, the gym is a cash machine, Billy boy. Atm.

Prints money. Just city boys all tryin' to be the rock.

Yummy mummies trying to keep their bums all tight for their husbands.

He looks like a clown.

- Sorry, is there a question here? - Sure. I can frame it as a question.

- Tim. - Here we are, one week in,

with all the potential fallout, an escaped prisoner,

those words we all dread, "police collusion."

Are you sure we're not overstating the threat here?

Well, maybe that's the point.

You know, he looked normal, he took out the bins.

We can't afford to drop our guard.

Seven detonators,

the key to any explosive device and the hardest part to source.

Now these are military grade.

In my estimation, all you've got here is hardware.

Bragging rights. Spare parts.

Yeah, well, with respect, that is how you make a bomb.

From spare parts. Components. In the right hands…

Oklahoma '95. Madrid. 7/7.

- Wow. - That's... - quite the leap. - A leap?

You know,

behind every intelligence failure, every time,

when the facts were there and people go, "how did they not see that coming?"

One thing was missing in rooms like these. Do you know what that was?

- Dan, I'm too old to be schooled... - imagination.

So let's just use our imagination here, okay?

Seven explosive devices.

Public transport, schools, government buildings, places of worship.

What? Do you think that the far right won't go there?

Because they're not suicide bombers?

They will. And it's only a question of time.

We're in a new world.

New threats, new faces, so…

No.

I do not feel that we are overstating the threat.

And he's been sitting on these detonators for how long? Ten months?

Got no credible bomb maker, no bomb factory,

unless there's a page that I skipped.

No. Give me something real or I'm shutting samphire down.

Community leaders have announced plans for a public memorial

in memory of rohaan hussain.

Plans for the memorial have been led by margo Whitaker, mp.

The laws aren't helping. They don't go anywhere near far enough.

We need to shut down all those people

who think they can pour out hate with impunity.

The work starts right… what do you make of…

Kim?

Well, he came with the boss, didn't he?

Like a Linus blanket.

If the Linus blanket was a middle-aged white bloke

with a burtons expense account who gets triggered by the word avocado.

Fun fact.

Total swiftie.

Yeah. Like card-carrying, right?

We'll see.

"Cruel summer."

Really?

So, operation samphire…

In the absence of a home run from our asset blue eyes here,

let's focus on our bomb-maker.

Gun to head.

Do any of our five subjects look like they could build a bomb?

No. I mean, granted, nowadays you can build a bomb off the Internet.

But we've been tailing them for a week. No red flags to speak of.

You know, even if you look at their cvs, there's no ordnance history,

there's no record of them working in any chemistry labs.

No purchase history of them ordering any hydrogen peroxide or whatever.

Plus, I mean, they're not much to look at, so to speak.

A bit of abh. Dishonorable discharge.

Yeah, but I mean, Andy, subject five, he works in town planning.

And Kieran, subject three, I mean, he's not exactly apex predator, is he?

Yeah, I know. But that's how it goes.

Terrorists, mass shooters.

I mean, you get your fair share of hard nuts from the good old days.

But mostly it's fantasists. Square pegs.

Deadweights dumped by their girlfriends, glued to their socials.

Go to the wrong gym, end up getting groomed to a cause

they didn't give a toss about last Monday.

The clock is ticking so look again.

Find our bomb-maker, whoever he is.

All right. Let's crack on.

Let's crack on indeed.

June.

How was the eighth floor?

Fine. Under control.

And the Suffolk square investigation?

Mike's still scrabbling about the bins looking for a murder weapon.

And counter terrorism? How was dencik?

Yeah, well, when Billy delivers, it'll all have been their idea.

So, they've embargoed any and all information on Billy's prison escape.

Not a word to the media.

That's good for us, right? I mean, imagine the feeding frenzy.

- Yeah. "Murderer on the loose." - "Police in chaos."

It does mean that we have to shore things up at our end.

Ashley, cerys's mom?

Billy broke into her flat. She thinks he's on the run.

She's marching up and down hackney high street,

drumming up vigilantes.

So, well, I was thinking of asking Finn, or someone from local to go down.

You know, just to keep it sterile, unemotional,

so she doesn't go off on one of her…

You want me to tell her Billy's back in prison?

You want me to use her trust in me to sell her a…

An untruth, yes.

Listen, you don't have to work me.

Well, I wouldn't know where to begin.

I'm here.

I accepted the terms.

I help you find the fire starters, you get me rohaan's killer.

Thank you.

Sorry to ambush you.

- Have you got a minute? - Yeah. Go on.

Come in.

Is it redheath?

Sorry?

You shouldn't put him back there. He's already got out once.

No. It's not redheath.

Good.

That's good.

So where is he?

He's in temporary custody.

You know, usually the police don't give a shit.

I'm serious. I never thought I'd see you again.

So cheers.

Cheers.

Yeah. Good. Good, good. Back in prison where he belongs.

This is bullshit.

What am I even doing here?

Look, this filth online…

Rohaan,

Suffolk square,

- light, shadow, light. - Shadow, light.

Yeah. Consider me red-pilled.