Would Natalie Markham come up to the stand, please?
On the morning of November the 29th, you came up to London
for a day trip, is that correct?
Yeah. We were bunking class.
Our student loans had just come through.
Tara's boyfriend was playing a set on the Friday,
we wanted to dress up for it.
Oh, these are proper stripper boots.
- Oh, I'm going to look like a dickhead. - No, they're you.
- So, you're calling me a dickhead, then? - Yeah.
And I proclaim you Captain Dickhead.
At approximately 10:26am, you entered the Eldon Street branch
of Cafe 66, is that correct?
- Let me just pop in here, quick. - OK, I'll be here.
- Not going to wear your boots in? - Maybe later.
- You wuss, just put them on. - Hurry up.
Thanks.
Are the loos back here?
- They're for customers only. - Yeah, I'll buy something after.
And you were in the lavatory for approximately two minutes
when you heard the first gunshot, is that correct?
Hey.
I don't remember exactly.
Yeah.
Something like that.
Phone records indicate that at 10:32am you called Tara Saunders.
Is that correct?
I was going to tell her to run.
Hi. This is Tara, I can't get to the phone right now
but if you leave me a message I'll get back to you.
The statement from Constable Sharma indicates that he collected you
at 10:42am, would that be correct?
I'm sorry, I don't know.
Natalie, CCTV footage shows that at 11:43am,
you were escorted by paramedics from the scene
to the nearby London City Hospital.
Is that correct?
I don't know.
I can't remember.
So, Laurie gets home, first thing she says,
"Daddy's not a policeman."
Her class had a visit from PC Plod today.
Oh, yeah? What was it, stranger danger?
Just say no?
We didn't even get that far.
Apparently, real policemen wear a uniform,
funny hat, fancy vest.
"Why doesn't Daddy have to wear a hat?"
Because I've still got my own hair. You've got to show it off at my age.
Right. I wish I'd thought of that.
So, what did you tell her?
I said that there's all sorts of policemen.
There's the ones that visit schools,
and the ones that hand out parking tickets.
And then, you know,
there's your dad.
What is it, Holly?
Yousef certainly clocked up the miles.
Audi thought he was an Uber driver.
Well, they weren't far wrong.
This was the last known?
Well, 3:22am.
The coordinates came straight from the manufacturer.
You got any plans tonight?
Why?
Do you always answer a question with a question?
No, I don't have any plans.
Well, come over for dinner. My wife wants to meet you.
You eat, don't you?
What should I bring?
Just your good company.
Here we go.
Look out for treads.
What?
Just watch where you step.
- Oh, my... - Oh, Christ.
How long do you think he's been here?
I don't know, at least a day.
Listen, call it in.
Hold down the scene, I've got to run.
When you going to fix that lift, fam?
You've got a sixth sense for showing up
when there's food on the table, you know.
Not me, your brother told me to come back.
Yousef ain't been home, bruv.
He left something for me in the box, come on.
Have some humanity.
- Hi, girls. - Hey, Cut.
Oh, that smells lush, Mrs Hassan.
Oh, hi, Cut.
Yo, what you doing? Close your eyes.
I'm not trying to peek, fam.
I live righteous, you know.
What did he say he left you again?
Money. Two grand.
I got an investment opportunity and the window's narrowing.
You get me?
No, ain't nothing here for you, man.
What? Are you joking?
Yousef said to come by to get the money.
What did you do, run up your credit card again?
You got to spend money to make money.
You've got a lot to learn, man.
Tell your brother this is some cold shit.
Stop calling, Yousef isn't here.
Hello?
- Hello? - Never mind.
Yo?
Yeah, who's this?
You know who.
Oh, shit. Yeah.
Harvest Street, 20 minutes.
Bruv, it's going to take me, like, half an hour...
_
You're up early.
What's going on in the world, Abul?
Still spinning, barely.
Could you open up the salon today?
I need to pick up some things.
What things? You still owe me for covering with your ummi.
Like I'm the only one who got arrested?
There she is!
What feast awaits us this morning, my love?
Weetabix. You know where it is.
Where are you going this morning? Looking at flats again?
- Meetings. - Meetings?
Who with?
People.
Up with the birds.
Now he's taking meetings.
Who's the lucky lass?
My homework, for The Hobbit.
Can't check it now. Come by the salon later.
- Raza, is it book or film? - Book, obviously. English, innit?
Hanif, help your son. Homework, no?
The Hobbit, is it?
I loved that hairy little bugger. You wrote how I showed you?
Tell them what I'm going to say, say it, tell them what I told them?
That's my boy. Top of the class.
Fetch you a drink, young man?
I'm just waiting for someone, thanks.
Who you waiting on?
I'm going to wait outside, yeah.
Officers are on their way to inform the family.
If he says intel was the motive, we need to replace him immediately.
- On it now, guv. - Good.
Get in the back, lie down.
Why you got me running around all morning, bruv?
Welcome to the glamorous world of espionage. In you get.
So weird.
Keep your head down.
- Tell anyone about me? - No, no way.
I don't need no-one knowing about this.
That's right, you don't.
Look, man, my situation really hasn't changed.
I still don't know any terrorists.
You're not that kind of an informant.
You're more my hunter-gatherer. You go to the places I can't.
What, like Ministry of Sound and Cargo?
Or you mean, like, mosques and paanwallahs and that?
No, I mean Bridgetown estate. Do you know it?
Yeah, I try and avoid it.
What am I supposed to be doing there?
Friend of yours, Dadir Hassan.
I want you to contact him.
I literally met the guy the other night, now you think I'm best mates with him.
All you've got to do is make contact.
Dadir ain't no jihadi.
I don't know that. Do you know that?
Yeah, he's a road man.
Dealer.
There you go, that's your first bit of informing right there.
Fuck.
Here.
That's for talking about Dadir?
No, that's for the gear you're going to score off him.
Why are you telling me to score?
That's why I'm lying in the back of your car in the first place.
It's nothing you haven't done before, is it?
You go in there, the dealer will recognise you, simple transaction.
Don't overthink it.
You've got eyes, ears, try to listen and not talk too much.
Do the business.
What's good, man?
We met the other night in the cell.
Rusty, rusty, that's what he said.
We met the other night in the rusty.
No, just dropping by, man.
Yeah, seeing what that Bridgetown life's about.
I need your signature.
60 quid for a drug buy.
Source nine?
The Shar kid, to buy from Yousef's brother.
OK. Well, let's hope he hits the ground running.
The Italians already found an attack cell in Turin.
If El Adoua had one in London,
they'll know they're on borrowed time.
So will we.
Yousef's killer isn't sitting around waiting to get caught.
Understood.
You have Skittles' parole hearing this morning,
on top of everything else.
That's not going to be a problem.
Not if we don't let it become one, no.
- Sit down, please. - It's really not necessary.
Gabriel, sit down.
Close your eyes.
Are you there?
Where else would I be?
Are you there?
Yes.
What does it smell like?
Coffee.
What does it sound like?
The radio's on low.
There's the sound of a train approaching.
Are you alone?
No.
Who's with you?
My sisters.
Mum, Dad.
Everybody's laughing.
What's so funny?
There's a pancake stuck to the ceiling.
They're waiting for the train to go by to see if it will shake it off.
How do you feel?
There was an old lady that swallowed a spider,
that wriggled and jiggled and wiggled inside her.
Very good, you're coming through.
Can you hear us?
I can hear you fine.
In the interest of protecting the anonymity of our witness,
I'd like to remind the board to refrain from asking any questions
that reference specific dates and locations.
To our witness, I'd like to note before we begin that we will be
considering the parole of inmate Thomas Whelan,
alias Skittles.
Witness, can you describe the nature of your relationship with Mr Whelan?
I was working undercover for five years, targeting Action 14,
an extremist OCG.
Based primarily in West Yorkshire.
Mr Whelan was a high-ranking member.
But that's not how Mr Whelan would describe your relationship.
No, he would consider me a very close friend.
And when were you last in contact with Mr Whelan?
Not since his arrest.
Mr Whelan and his affiliates
all believe that I'm repatriated overseas.
Witness, Mr Whelan was sentenced to 25 years' imprisonment.
The judge referred directly to your testimony in his sentencing.
You described Mr Whelan as a living, breathing reign of terror
with no prospect of rehabilitation.
Do you stand by that statement?
Look at the crime scene photos from 3 Pine Row.
We have the photos in front of us.
You see the cigarette burns on the victim's chest?
In all the years I knew Mr Whelan, I never saw him smoke.
Not once.
Halfway through the attack on Mr Singh,
he walked across the street, bought a pack of fags,
walked back into the victim's house,
and lit one just so he could burn him.
So, yes, I stand by my statement.
Excuse the language, but he's a fucking animal.
He doesn't deserve the light of day.
This is Limehouse.
Change here for...
Excuse me, sorry.
Yo, Dadir.
Yo, Dadir, what's good, man? What's going on?
Yeah, yeah, we met the other night in the cell.
Rusty. Rusty, says rusty. Met the other night in rusty.
Keep it loose, keep it loose.
In rusty, met the other night.
I met you.
We met. Is this your boys, yeah?
This your boys, what you saying? Yeah, Raza.
Hiya, hon.
Hey, gorgeous, what you up to?
Work. You?
Same.
How's your search going?
Oh, I hate CVs.
Don't know any good research assistants, do you?
There must be one diamond in that pile in front of you.
Yeah, I'll keep digging.
Holly's on for tonight.
Be nice to meet her.
I wouldn't bank on it.
I'll see you later.
Right, bye.
Bye.
Yo.
Any of you know where I can find Dadir?
He said to come by.
What's your business?
Raza. I met Dadir from rusty.
Rusty!
Look at fucking Shawshank over here.
I'm playing with you, fam.
What do you want him for, anyway?
Dadir told me if I need a hook-up...
You know.
All right, that's me.
You come by the gym, you want to hit the pads, yeah?
You'd better watch out, no?
What, does it look like we're shouting at you?
My bad, I'm just looking for Dadir.
We ain't seen you here before.
Yeah, I run around Whitechapel mostly.
Dadir said to come through, so...
Today?
- He said, like, come through right now? - No, like...
..whenever.
All right. I got you, fam.
Come.
Come, Rusty, Dadir's over at the spot.
You need piggyback?
Come on.
Here, gets the smell out of your head.
Cheers.
Need your shirt, it's got blood on it.
Oh, that's mine.
Unrelated incident.
That's not for you to decide.
Here.
Any questions you've got, I can't answer them.
Murder investigation takes it from here.
Wave to Sid. SIO.
Do we have time for MIT to work their angles?
Yousef is their case. El Adoua is ours.
As long as we're in the same Venn diagram, we all have to share.
What were Yousef's exact words about El Adoua's man?
Called him a big shot dude, hanging around Bridgetown.
Is that it?
That's it, verbatim.
Ride MIT's coat-tails.
See if they talk to anyone interesting.
I've already started a CCTV trawl of his last known.
Source nine is in play with the deceased's brother.
Who is source nine?
Before ten, after eight. Who knows?
I've chaperoned MIT before.
They all think they're bloody Poirot.
Were you expecting someone?
Sit yourself down.
Where's Dadir at?
He's gone out, probably.
Call him.
I don't actually have his number.
What, he didn't give you his number?
I thought you two were tight.
Like cell-mates.
He just said to come round, but...
- Yeah? - Look, I'm really not trying to...
Hey, what you know about Yousef, huh?
You know who mugged him? Who?
I don't know any Yousef, I swear.
I don't believe you.
- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah, cuz.
He's turning round and he's saying he don't know nothing
about your brother, but he's acting like we're all road men
or something. I don't understand.
That's profiling, I swear.
Like, I don't put in all that work in Foot Locker, yeah, to be called a road man,
but I'm the top salesman in the borough, do you know what I'm saying?
Yeah, yeah, whatever. You got him tied up over there, yeah?
Yeah, Luke's got a blade on him right now.
Listen, don't lop his head off just yet, you dickhead.
Send him over.
My Yousef!
Close the door. Put that towel back.
Man, I'm truly sorry. I had no idea about your brother.
- What's that about my brother? - Nothing.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
- You done it? - Done what?
Shoot him, murder him.
No, no, definitely...
So why you sorry for, then?
It's just a thing people say, like hello and shit.
Found my brother dead.
My fam are in there, crying.
She's shedding her tears, yeah, and Rizla wants to come round
and say hello and shit.
All right, Rizla.
Hello and shit.
Fuck off.
Can you not hear me?
I can't.
- Do you want a short cut out the window? - No, bruv.
I know you're not in the frame of mind,
but...
I got this girl at art school, so fit,
and she's been holding out on me for months.
And don't get me wrong, I like that.
Classy, right? But...
I'm ready, you know?
And she text me about having a little party later,
with hearts and kisses and all the right emojis.
Tonight's the night, I can feel it.
If I knew about your situation beforehand,
on my life, I wouldn't be here.
But I'm here.
So...
No offence, bruv, can you sort me out?
Are you serious?
I'm just trying to get laid.
What's this girl's name?
Charlotte.
- Charlotte. - Charlotte Humphreys.
Right.
Fourth one down.
Uni?
Them girls are snobs, man.
Brown boy like you,
rocking up loaded with wraps, you're asking for trouble.
No, man, creatives. They like having a good time.
Mm.
- Say it, then, how do I look? - Uh...
I mean, not my type, but...
OK, let's go.
Going to get those wraps, yeah?
- I've got enough on me. You ride, yeah? - Uh, y...what?
You want to come with?
Well, I ain't sitting here listening to my mum crying all night, am I?
Party better be banging.
Tonight's the night, I can feel it!
Listen, yeah, that bike's mine, Rizla. Don't scratch it.
Go easy on that front brake, as well, or it'll flip you right over.
- Yo. - Oh, shit.
Al-salaamu alaykum.
Hey, bust a move, Riz.
Give us a sec, come here! Yo!
- Who's that geezer? - Some wasteman,
try to give du'a to anything that walks by.
Sorry to hear about your bruv, innit?
It was God's choice, bruv.
God's choice!
Number nine is on the move.
I'll be eyes on.
Mm-hmm. Keep me posted.
This is long.
Can't remember her room.
I don't know.
- They all look the same. - Can you not just call her?
No, I tried, man.
She's not replied to my texts.
I think I've got the date twisted, like, maybe tomorrow...
- Yeah, let me see them texts. - Uh...
There's some pictures on there.
- Yeah, I definitely want to see them. - Um...not just of her, though.
- Hello? - Hi, yeah, your pizza.
No, you've got the wrong number, mate.
Hello?
- Hello, we've got your pizza here. - I didn't order a pizza.
Man, that's never going to work.
You're wasting your time.
I swear down.
Yeah, maybe back the other way.
Where's Charlotte Humphreys at?
Deadline week.
Probably in the studio, bottom floor.
Deadline week.
Don't sound like no party to me. Where you coming at me from?
Man, I told you, I think I've got the days all mixed up, man.
- Don't fucking lie to me. - I'm not lying.
You're fucking using me, is what you're doing.
Inviting me to come out when you were using me for wraps.
Be a fucking man, Rizla, pay!
I did pay.
But, bruv, it ain't like that, OK?
You were cooped up at home, hurting.
I didn't know what to do.
I just thought maybe you should get out. All right?
We're here now, yeah?
She's got friends.
Lemonade, innit?
So the clay at the bottom, it's supposed to be the idea
that it's kind of like sloughed-off, formless skin, I suppose.
So that's why all this skin has this kind of mottled effect,
almost like it's kind of dripping off her.
So these kind of like, I don't know, like a snake or something,
have kind of, like, congregated round her feet.
And the whole idea behind that is that...
Any of these your girl?
- ..it's her past that kind of holds her back. - Sweet.
- So the kind of, you know, past traumas... - Psychedelic.
That's a mad shirt.
The fuck is this?
It's, er... This is mine.
I was just saying that...
I was talking about how the clay at the bottom is kind of like...
I was just thinking about people who don't fucking call me back.
I couldn't believe it, I was just staring at her.
Like, she'd never even heard of criticality.
It's like, what is this, tech college?
Oh, sorry, is this yours?
I've got some cash, if you want.
Oh, you're saying I'm a road man?
I'm not sure what that is, exactly.
Do you think I'm dealing?
Er...
- ..well, um... - Hm?
No, no, no, I was just, um...
Uh...
If you don't want it, then, yeah, cheers.
If I don't want it, right. So you're not going to pay for that, then, no?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
How much do you want?
I'm fucking with you, man.
Oh, right, yeah.
No, I...I thought so, yeah.
I am going to need you to give me money for that, though, yeah?
Now.
So I'm lying there, stark bollock naked on this plastic sheet,
there's, like, three or four of them running round,
stacking me with ice packs, asking me all sorts of questions,
and I'm like, "Sorry, love, I can't answer right now,
"I am literally freezing my tits off."
And then I'm on the IV, and that was that.
Doctor gave me a proper telling-off.
She was singing your praises, though.
Said if I'd got there any later, then...
..toast.
There's that tradition, though.
If you save a life, you're responsible for it.
That's a lot of pressure, innit?
Yeah, especially when you don't answer my texts,
calls, smoke signals.
- I thought you were going to yell at me. - What for?
You took me to A&E when all of my actual friends did one.
I'm not an actual friend, then?
You are an actual mystery.
I don't hear from you all week, and then surprise, here you are.
Well, you know me. Desi James Bond.
Got that double life.
Wow, you're so full of shit!
- Let me draw you. - No chance.
Please, look, I have this project in need of a subject.
You would be perfect. Why not?
Seriously, it would be a laugh.
- Charlie, is this idiot out here your friend? - Which idiot?
Hugo, what's wrong?
I'm just letting you know, I've called security.
Oh, shit.
Oh...
Dude!
Be honest, though, this looks, like, 100 times better, doesn't it?
That was my whole fucking term.
- And you're going to fix this! - Whoa, you don't want to do that.
Security are on their way!
Quick, quick, quick!
Stop, stop!
- Are you hungry? - What?
- Do you want to eat? - What?
It's been blowing up all night.
You don't want to answer it?
No, it's Yousef's.
Someone killed my brother, what am I left with?
A box full of gear and a line full of contacts.
Life's over, but the market don't close.
Is that what you want to do?
Friend don't care what I want to do.
Look, I know it's still fresh, but have the cops got,
like, any idea who did it?
Feds don't give a monkey's about Yousef.
What?
Yousef used to work here.
What, this joint right here? How long ago was that?
Way back.
Every day after school, I used to botch through,
skinny little starving African,
and come out with my belly full.
Then these lot fired him, all over some free chicken.
No.
That's cold.
Yeah, innit?
Boss man, remember my brother, Yousef Hassan?
He used to work here.
Don't know Yousef. When is this?
No, don't lie, you lot fired him.
Whatever, OK.
Fucking whatever. You hear that, Rizla?
- Just wankers, man. - Ain't no whatever. Huh?
I don't fire people. You ask the manager tomorrow.
No, you should have fired him. He was better than this place.
- Whoa, whoa, you can't be back here! - Shut up!
Dickhead!
"The tin woodman, raising his axe, rushed towards the little man
"and cried out, 'Who are you?'
"'I am Oz the Great and Terrible,'
"said the little man in a trembling voice,
"'but don't strike me, please don't,
"'and I'll do anything you want me to.'
"Our friends looked at him in surprise and dismay.
"'I thought Oz was a great head,' said Dorothy, 'and I...'"
Is the wizard real?
No. The old man made him up.
I just read that part.
Yeah, but everyone believed him,
so doesn't that make him real anyway?
Valid point.
Probably is real.
He probably casts spells on little girls
and turns them into monkeys.
That's OK, you can just punch him, Daddy.
Daddy doesn't just punch people!
What happened to your hand?
It was the Wicked Witch of the West!
Arrr!
I'm fine, thanks.
Well, how else am I supposed to get you to talk?
I can answer questions.
OK.
Anybody special in your life?
You mean sexual?
If you like.
I've never really been in a proper relationship.
Well, not one that lasted, anyway.
My sister's staying with me, if that counts.
Oh, that's nice.
- You two must be close. - Not really.
Where did that scar come from?
Was that rude?
No, you're all right.
The driver who was seven pints loaded was rude.
Oh. Sorry.
No, don't be. It's how I met this one.
Christ, you didn't ask about her back, did you?
I've only been out of the room for five minutes.
Shh, don't make her feel bad!
I was two cars behind when that wanker ran the red and kept going.
I got her to A&E just in time.
She was unconscious, of course, has no idea what a hero I was.
Did they catch the driver?
Yeah, he was an Aussie on his gap year.
His parents shelled out for a very persuasive lawyer,
so he made bail and bought a ticket for the next flight back.
Never made his plane, though.
Got mugged on the way home from his leaving do.
They took his wallet, his passport, broke both his legs.
Was this when you were undercover?
Your tattoo's part of a legend, I assume,
unless you're an actual fascist?
I can't talk about it.
Well, I can.
I never get to bitch about this.
Can you imagine, Holly, waking up to those every day?
You can forget going to the beach, the amount of dirty looks we get.
It's not like I can say,
"Oh, it's all right, my husband was just undercover."
Can't talk about it.
It's not me, it's the law.
Holly, can you tell me where it says in the police rule book
you have to keep those things?
Hey, didn't we tell Lori about this?
- About what? - Cans go in the recycling. This was in the bin.
It's not Lori's, it's mine.
Oh, my mistake.
Yeah, I had a cigarette.
- More than one, by the looks of it. - All right, a couple.
I thought you were going to give up after we had Lori.
Oh, my God, are you serious?
You asked me to help you. I can't help you if you lie to me.
I don't think Holly wants to hear this.
Where's the pack?
Fucking happy?
Oh, of course.
Yeah, what is it?
Let that be a lesson, Holly.
You want to get on with my husband, don't ask about his good old days.
I'm pretty sure it was in the recycling.
The can.
Well, you don't miss much, do you?
No.
We've got to go.
Thanks for dinner.
I thought you were going to keep your eye on them.
I could hardly go running after them, could I?
You're not going to be running after anybody,
with that pirate limp, are you?
Well, that's all part of the legend now.
Besides, the devil's in the detail.
Just lay low, there.
Yes, sir.
Hey.
Control says you've got an IC3 and an IC4 armed with bike helmets.
Yeah, two males, 20s, long gone.
- Manager's in the back? - Yeah, through there.
DS Waters, DC Morton, CTSU.
Right. Where do you want me, skip?
Just go round the back.
What's that all about?
Can you show us the security camera footage, please?
My nephew set this system up last year.
State-of-the-art.
Great.
Check this out, 16 channels, always something on.
See, here's them boys. Look, look, look.
- You see that? - Yeah.
Good job I wasn't there, man.
I'd have done some damage to them, you'd have been arresting me.
- Do you know what I'm talking about? - Mm-hmm.
Look, him as well, look.
Oh!
Rewind that for me, please.
Bring up camera number six.
Bloody bike helmet.
Spiros nearly bit his tongue off.
It's disgusting.
Animals!
- It's all that drugs and drink. - Yeah.
Stole 30 quid's worth of chicken, and all.
Look, look.
Never getting that back, am I?
- No. - Hooligans.
Your lot are letting this city go to hell.
Yeah, yeah.
Is all this footage on that memory stick?
Yes.
When you catch these little bastards,
make sure you give them a good hiding, yeah?
Only way they'll learn.
Where are you going with that?
I'm going to catch the bastards, give them a hiding.
Good!
And don't be shy.
Oh, we won't.
That's the spirit.
You recruited Raza Shar for yourself.
He was a good spot.
Anyway, after your paedo skit with his mum,
you can't run him. I can.
Oh, don't tell me our man's already bottled it.
He committed a serious assault.
Instead of blowing his cover.
The boy's a natural.
You'll wake up your brother!
Right, OK... Hang on.
Open the window, there, love, will you?
Wait, wait, one more, one more. Ready?
Bloody Towering Inferno in here.
Stand back.
Oh, there's a look I know.
That's a man with a proper hangover.
Sit down. I'll fix you a Hanif special.
So, you had fun last night, then?
Rubbing shoulders with the luvvies?
You never told me about your girlfriend.
Where are you hearing all this?
Well, you complain, like I'm the bloody Stasi.
But, you know, your friend is polite enough to answer all my questions.
Mrs Shar, you really shouldn't spoil me like this.
I'll be here every morning.
What's up with you?
Nothing, I'm good.
So, how do you two know each other?
Oh, Raza didn't tell you?
We met in jail.
I think he must have forgotten to tell me that!
Jail!
Yeah, that's a good one.
Does Rose know you're running source nine without me?
I'll pass it on.
I put Raza Shar on your radar.
You said it yourself. I should run him with you.
Holly, you bollocksed it.
It's new territory for you.
Raza's just a means to an end.
You slept here last night?
Dinner wasn't such a hit for everyone.
- See you in the brief. - Mm.
El Adoua followed a pattern.
Embed in a city, establish a cell,
teach them how to build explosives.
The Italian police found the Turin attack cell
sitting on 100 canisters of butane.
That matches the Dutch estimates
based on the blast radius from Rotterdam.
Working theory is El Adoua may well have continued that method
here in London.
How did they acquire the butane?
The same purchase pattern was used by both cells,
always on gift cards, one can at a time.
Multiple vendors within a 60-mile radius.
Then we should canvass the vendors.
Petrol stations, garden centres.
What are we circulating? We have no suspects.
Just get them nervous any time anyone asks to light a barbecue.
How did the Turin cell plan on moving 100 canisters of butane?
AISI recovered a stolen Fiat Ducato from the Turin farmhouse.
What about the Ford Transit that was tailing Yousef?
Well, it's comparable in size.
But there's 2.5 million white vans on this island,
and not enough of us.
Well, just crosscheck MIT's list for Ford Transits.
We should just ask them to send over the transcripts.
What we're looking for won't be in the transcripts.
To see them, we've got to be there.
You missed a spot. There's almost a full sentence here.
- Is this all you can give us? - That's all that can be written down.
Bloody CTSU, always want to play blind man's bluff.
We have a drug dealer, gets a bullet for his troubles.
Not to mention someone took the time to bleach the car.
That means I've got physical evidence for shite!
Now counter-terror are sniffing about and my antenna is picking
up a matter of national security.
Yousef was a source in an ongoing CT investigation.
Well, warmer, OK.
His form doesn't exactly reflect the pious sort.
Extremist recruiters often target low-level criminals.
They're easier to radicalise than people who actually know the religion.
Lost boys. That's what Yousef was when I turned him.
Yousef promised us high-value intelligence.
We think he was killed to keep it quiet.
What's the intel to do with?
No, no, no. Don't go cold on me now!
Yousef texted last weekend.
- Were you trying to score? - No, no.
No, no, it's nothing, it's nothing, nothing like that.
I was ribbing him because United lost last weekend.
Last weekend? I thought they drew.
Yeah, yeah, it's all rivalry, isn't it, mate?
Have a seat.
I have phone records here. How is it you've been living next to
Mr Yousef Hassan for the last three years and you don't know who he is?
What was the name of the pub?
The bed and breakfast registered to your name...
I told you. This is a waste of time.
- It wasn't what Yousef asked for either. - He knew the risks.
No, he didn't. They never do.
If they did, they wouldn't do it.
What happened to "they're not your friends"?
They're not, but you're theirs.
You know their biggest secret.
All they want to know is, are you going to keep it safe?
You lie about anything else, you don't lie about that.
You can't seriously blame yourself for Yousef's choice.
I remember his choice.
He had five years over his head.
I took him to an Arsenal match.
I told him, "By the time you get out, you won't recognise a single
- "player on this pitch." - What about number 9?
- What was his choice? - Doesn't matter.
You don't just send a canary straight down the mine.
You put a cage around it first.
But I don't know more than that.
My stomach is watery. You have something to eat?
Let's get back to Yousef.
I know you had a relationship with Mr Hassan.
Barely. No strings.
He was...
..he was, um...
..he was gracious.
Not like most boys. Why anyone hurt him I don't know.
Last time you spoke, how did he seem to you?
That was so long ago, I can't remember when it was.
Phone records show you were in contact with him over the weekend.
A lot of boys calling me, I don't keep track.
Miss Novak, it's a criminal offence to pervert the course of justice.
Roxy can eat, Roxy can talk, can walk, can breathe.
OK.
Roxy does nothing.
Folic acid for the brain, vitamin D for the bones,
fish oil for the heart.
How many weeks?
- Ten. - That's early.
One a day, save your money.
Thanks.
- Still don't really know what I'm doing. - Oh, who does?
At least you know you're going to keep it. That's brave.
- Why are you saying that? - Yousef would have made a good dad.
How do you know Yousef?
What the fuck?! You followed me?! I have nothing to say to you!
- How are you doing? - I'm fine, I'm late for work.
You're not fine. You're pregnant, the father of your baby is dead,
and you're alone, wandering the aisles of the supermarket.
Look.
Strawberry.
Next week he'll be big as a kiwi.
- I read it online. - Did Yousef know about the baby?
You're the first people to know.
Most girls, they get, um, cakes, balloons.
I get cops stalking me.
Is there anyone you can think of that might have had cause
- to harm him? - I wasn't his girlfriend.
He didn't, like, take me out or meet his mates.
He comes to my place, he wants one thing, you know?
You must have met him somewhere.
Yeah, the restaurant, where I work.
He comes one time with these guys -
they're, like, regulars -
and he starts talking to me.
And, yeah, I guess he was a good talker.
- The regulars, who are they? - I don't know.
They come once a week, maybe. They don't talk to anyone.
They don't talk to me. They don't really talk English.
- What do they speak? - Albanian, I think.
Next time they come in, would you give me a call?
I don't want anything to do with these guys, they have bad energy.
I've got a seven-year-old.
She's in the "why?" phase.
You know, "Why's the sky blue? Why's water wet?"
One day your strawberry's going to start asking questions.
"What happened to Dad? Who hurt him?
"Why didn't you catch them?"
Didn't think I'd see you again.
Friend already booked you a table.
Today his brother got shot dead, and what do you care?
You dumped me right in there.
And why do you keep dragging me out to this two-for-one shithole, hmm?
Safest pub in London, this. Coppers' bar.
Nobody you know is coming in here. Lucy will see to that.
You see the paper today?
Look inside.
- I can't be buying no more gear. - That's yours.
You had a good night.
By what metric?
They've got a sword at my throat.
Dadir goes mental at some random in the chicken shop
because his brother got fucking murdered.
I'm done. I can't go back.
Well, the way I see it, I'm keeping your mum out of trouble,
so you've got to get me someone IN trouble.
Morning. Can I get you anything to drink?
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I'll have a coffee. Thanks.
I'm looking for a contact of Dadir's brother.
Maybe Dadir knows him. Some big-shot dude.
Big shot? Like, big or, like, "big"?
Big shot's all I've got to go on, it's all you've got to go on.
Is this the bloke that murdered Yousef?
- We don't know. - I ain't trying to end up like that, bruv.
Just arrest somebody. They're doing more than I ever did.
That's not how this works. Until we find this big shot, you're stuck with me.
- How long for? - It could be a day, it could be a lifetime.
A lifetime?
Dadir is a hand grenade.
He rumbles me for a snitch, I'm dead.
You know that, right?
I've never lost an informant.
I'm not starting now.
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