*CREDITS*
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Hey, you. Look, I'm sorry I had to run.
We've got a fatality at work, and it's just me.
Roy has finally decided to take a weekend off.
I'm glad.
- Cleo needs him around. - Yeah. So, you're on lates again?
Yep.
Dreading it.
Down to two nurses on a ward of 20.
That's breaking the safe ratio right there.
Er, look, Ari, sorry. I've gotta go, OK?
All right. See you in the morning. Bye.
Unidentified male, approximately 20, 30 years old.
Stripped naked and washed up, inside that barrel.
- There's no ID. - So, cause of death?
Suspected broken neck. Dead a couple of days.
But the plastic and the drum have kept him reasonably intact,
away from predators.
But my guess is the gasses from the body blew the lid.
Another thing, I can smell bleach.
Check out his eyelashes... and his fingers.
All right. Let's get some lab work on the body and the barrel.
And, er, let's find out who supplied this.
Well done. Paula.
Leanna.
Carter.
Everybody into the van.
Laura.
You too. Let's move.
Don't worry, just stay close to me.
What's wrong with you?
Move. Not you.
Boss have something special for you.
Move.
For God's sakes, Poppy,
can you make sure the Champagne's properly chilled this time?
Right, look, I've gotta go.
- Where is he? - I've made pancakes.
I didn't think he was going with you.
Nor did I.
- I've got no time for pancakes. - Morning, sweetheart.
- Is that what you're wearing? - It's my favourite shirt.
It's a corporate box, Frank.
It's a football match, Dad.
It'll be good.
We'll get to spend some time together,
you, me, my VIP guests.
I would have killed for company like that when I was 15.
I'm 16, Dad.
Frank.
Great start to the day. You've outdone yourself.
Packed Bruno's bag.
He, er, likes the light left on at night.
Helps with the bad dreams.
Thanks, Margot.
And thanks for letting me have him this weekend.
How's Cleo?
Oh, you know.
- Broken. - So sorry, Roy.
Nobody should have to lose a child.
Bruno! Come on.
That's it.
You're OK.
Leave you to it.
Hey, Bruno.
Listen, I've got a little surprise for you.
Just wait there, I'll be back in a second.
OK, we're gonna go a little trip.
You're gonna love it. Follow me.
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OK.
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Just tuck your shirt in, for God's sakes.
- Right, there it is again. - It's for your own good, Frank.
You don't speak to me, you don't even look at me half the time,
but now you're stressing about how I'm gonna look
- in front of your posh mates? - We're here.
Look, you just don't get it, do you?
Look, I don't know why I thought this was a good idea.
- Frank, where are you going? - I've got good seats.
And there's no dress code.
- You can't sit in the stand. - Yes, I can. I'll see you later.
Frank. Frank, just come back.
Hey.
What is this?
Take a seat.
Frank!
- Noel. - Woi-oi.
You got away! Come and join the cheap seats, dude.
He can totally shove his corporate crap.
So, where are we going?
Let's go find someone to buy us a pint.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
The train now arriving at platform one
is the 15:19 service to Brighton.
- Morris. - Mr Morris?
I need you to listen very, very carefully.
Brighton Royal Football Club will transfer £2 million
into an agreed account by the end of today's match.
Otherwise, an explosive device will detonate on the final whistle.
Who is this?
Now, then... and this is a really important detail...
do not evacuate the stadium before the end of the match.
Stopping play and evacuating
will force us to detonate the bomb early.
Let the match play.
- Cheers, love. - And pay the money.
I'm quite sure that you will do the right thing, Mr Morris.
All those fans... to lose just one...
would be such a tragedy.
DI Branson.
OK.
OK, right. Yeah, er, understood.
It's, er, reports of a bomb threat at the stadium.
We need to go.
- Nick, let upstairs know. - OK.
Right, let's all hear you and give a warm welcome
to your home team, the Brighton Royal!
Come on, Royals!
And the starting 11 today...
- Let's go find the seats. - Mm.
Woodhouse. Number four, Murray Smith...
and number seven, Wilson.
Oh, it's about to start.
N4, N5. Sorry, guys.
Paramedics and fire brigade are on standby.
- Right. SO15? - On their way.
Say the whole thing could be a hoax.
There's zero intelligence on this, no warning.
- Where's Roy today? - At the match... with Bruno.
Oh, shit.
Patrick Morris, head of stadium safety and security.
DI Branson. This is DS Bella Moy and DC Nicholl.
Device in the stadium confirmed.
Looks like there's a Semtex component, but I'm no expert.
- How long will it take to evacuate? - Eight minutes.
But the caller said she will detonate
the moment they see the stadium clearing.
I can't risk it. We have to let the match play.
Come on, come on.
Roy, we're at the stadium. Call me.
Excuse me, Mr Kavinda, could you come with me, please?
I'm on my way to see Morris now.
We might need the rest of the shareholders.
Just heard.
This is Kipp Kavinda, one of our investors.
DI Branson.
- So, what did they ask for? Money? - Two million.
- You think we should pay? - It's not that simple.
Look, you pay this now,
and they could come back for more and more.
Bloody bomb's about to go off in a stadium full of 20,000 people.
Right, and this is what they want... to create maximum panic.
Please, look, try to stay calm, and let us do our jobs.
These are our fans out there.
Look, I understand.
Just give us time to find the device.
- Glenn. - Cleo. Quick question.
Roy's season ticket, do you know where he sits?
West stand, I think.
Upper, erm...
Near the end of the row on the right as you're facing the pitch.
- You're a life-saver. - Glenn, what's happening?
Come on, what is it?
There's a bomb in the stadium.
We need to find Roy.
Shit.
Hey, hey, listen, I've got a full team here with me, OK?
We will find him, I promise you.
No, it's... it's not... Glenn?
Shit.
I'm sorry, but the person you've called is not available.
Please leave your message after the tone.
Roy, erm, it's me.
Can you... call me straight away, please?
Here we go.
Come on! Yes!
- Told you. Told you. - Yeah.
Thirty goals last season.
The goal scorer, number nine, Adam Dean!
The video came through to Morris's phone from a burner.
We're working on triangulating it now.
But, listen...
a male body turned up on the beach early this morning in a barrel.
Tested positive for traces of peroxide and acetone.
There's also signs of bleach on his face and hands,
and there's no ID.
TATP.
If he'd been working in a lab or a bomb factory?
Exactly. I mean, look, if TATP is confirmed
as part of the explosive device today,
it's a bit of a co-incidence, no?
No such thing.
Er, Bruno, this is Nick. He's gonna look after you for a while.
Why are we leaving?
There's a work thing I need to do.
But you go with Nick, and I'll see you very soon, OK?
This is Patrick Morris. Detective Superintendent Grace.
We've got audio standing by ready in case she calls again.
Any idea who could be doing this? No disgruntled employees?
Anyone sacked recently? Any threats in recent weeks?
Nothing.
OK, let's keep our eyes peeled for any unusual behaviour.
- Yes, Brighton! - Come on, Brighton!
Bruno.
Hi, I'm Cleo.
You're gonna come with me, OK?
Yep, on my way.
Come on, quick, quick.
Cleo.
- What are you doing here? - I'm getting Bruno out.
- You shouldn't be here. - Please. Let me do this.
You can't get him out ahead of 20,000 other people,
but I can.
Look, are you gonna try and stop me?
No. No, of course not.
Roy?
Yeah, yeah.
25 minutes left. Red zones and gantries look clear.
For God's sakes, we have the money.
We've already said we can't just hand it over.
I've called around. All the key shareholders here.
If that bomb goes off, we won't even have a club to worry about.
There's thousands of people out there, Morris.
My son is out there.
Mr Morris?
It looks like we will have very little injury time,
so we expect the money to be transferred
within the next 25 minutes, yes?
We need more time. Please.
I need to make calls,
speak to lawyers, shareholders.
I can't sign this off...
not on my own, not without discussion.
- 25 minutes. - OK.
Different number this time, most likely another burner.
Let's get that recording analysed.
Glenn, you need to get back out there.
Why did I have to leave, but he stays?
Well, it's... it's his job.
It'll be OK. Roy cares a lot.
- He cares about you too. - Is there going to be an explosion?
I don't know.
Bruno.
Oh.
Come on, Bruno, let me in.
Come on, people. 17 minutes.
Roy, we need more eyes down here.
Everyone's up on their feet. I can't see a thing.
Look for empty seats where someone could have left something.
All systems go.
Plug in the connecting cable, then get out.
I can't do this.
You are doing it.
This way, you and your brother get your freedom.
There's a couple of empty seats here.
Her. What's she doing?
She's got something in her hand.
- Where is this? - West side, 103 block.
It's a cable.
You stay here. Don't let her out of your sight.
Calling all units. West side, 103 block.
Female. 20s, maybe... dark hair, ponytail,
Brighton Royal football strip.
Six minutes of injury time. I'm on my way.
- She's on the move. - Location of suspect?
Middle of west side. 103 stand.
Copy that.
I want you to vacate this row.
Suspect is heading past the upper bar.
Out of the way!
- Move! - Clear!
- Keep going, thank you. - Thank you.
Keep them to the side. Keep them to the side.
Got it. We need EOD.
It's a block, a lightning cable.
There's a battery.
Could be TATP as a detonator on a Semtex block.
There's a phone attached.
Keep into the side. Keep into the side.
Can you stand to the side, please?
How long, Bella?
33 seconds.
Ignition of TATP successful.
Semtex neutralised.
Not quite the day off I imagined.
Sir!
- We were lucky today. - Yeah.
You all right?
He sees the ball, and he aims, and he shoots.
He... misses!
Lay it up for me. Tee it up.
- Yeah? - Here.
- All right, you got it? - Yeah.
Stop!
Get off him!
Stop! What are you doing?
Frank, for God's sakes, just call me, OK?
Roy?
- We found it. - Thank God.
Everyone's fine. I'm fine.
Erm...
Bruno?
Bruno, it's OK. Roy's OK.
He's... He's fine. He's gonna be home later.
Listen, thank you for getting him out.
Pop downstairs. I'll see you in a sec.
I'm... I'm glad I could help.
How are you doing? Is everything OK?
Yeah, erm... Yeah.
I'll see you later.
- I... I love you. - Love you too.
There, see?
Nick and I follow, and then... then she's gone.
But look.
Whoa. That was some quick change.
Right. So, on her way out
she's ditched the Brighton Royal strip.
Let's check CCTV from all businesses in the surrounding area
and transport routes to and from the stadium.
And release this image to the press.
- It's done. - Get in.
Let's get you somewhere safe. There are police everywhere.
You need to lie low.
Our passports.
Now.
- There was a deal. - Just get in the car.
- You owe me. - You're not done yet.
Search them.
- Where is your phone? - I don't know.
- Where is your phone? - I don't know!
- I must have dropped it, I swear. - Nothing.
OK.
Three... nines.
Two tens.
Cheat.
God, you are now officially thrashing me.
Unbelievable.
- Cleo? - Mm?
Are you a mum?
I was.
For a bit.
Where did the baby go?
One two.
We got one sighting of our bomber on East Park Street.
Nothing since.
Yeah, we're having to check every single camera in the city,
so that's a lot of footage.
How did she bring the device into the stadium?
I mean, some of those component parts
might have made it through security, but not the Semtex.
Maybe she didn't.
Nick, check the employee roster for the stadium.
Look for staff who had just started
or didn't last long.
If part of that explosive device was in the stadium already...
somebody helped her.
All right, everyone.
We've got patrols across the city throughout the night.
Let's get some sleep.
I want everybody back out there first thing.
Hey.
I'll give it another half hour.
Listen, I know you've got a lot going on at the moment.
I was thinking of getting a new recruit in,
just to help with the workload.
Are you saying I need a distraction?
I wouldn't dream of it.
But I might need you to show them the ropes.
OK.
- Have you heard anything from Norman? - Nope.
Well, I'd like to say that was him
trying to protect you from it all, but...
Yeah, well, we both know that's bollocks.
Go on, I'm fine.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Are you OK? - Yeah, fine.
- I didn't wake you, did I? - No.
Roy, how do we do this?
Hey.
If you want, I could call Sandy's parents
to get him... to pick him up in the morning.
No. No. It's OK.
I want to be there for him. I do.
It's just...
a reminder of what I don't have.
- Don't worry. He'll be home soon. - You need to do more.
You're too hard on him. He's only a teenager.
That's not an excuse for everything, Zara.
He's all we've got, and we're losing him.
He's doing what kids do.
- He was out till three last Saturday. - With who?
Do you know these new friends? Do you have their numbers?
No, I'm calling the police.
No. Zara, they're out looking for a bomber.
You know, we... we just had an explosive device in the stadium.
I would imagine that's their priority
over some moody teenager who's been missing for a few hours.
Sunt Kona. Lasa un mesaj.
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Look at me. Don't worry.
I'm sure it will not take your daddy long to part with his cash, right?
You shouldn't even be here.
They're after my dad's money. I'm sorry.
I couldn't just let them take you.
Your dad will pay up, won't he?
Go back.
- It's just a couple of Brighton fans. - Wait.
There.
What was that?
First one's just here.
And the second one is just in that corner over there.
- OK. Thank you for your time. - No problem.
Over there.
Morris says that Kipp Kavinda is famously loaded.
Drives his Aston Martin past the fans at every game.
So, if someone tries and fails to extort money from a football club,
what do they do next?
Well, plan B.
They snatch the child of one of the richest shareholders.
- Who are those men? - We don't know yet.
We're working on it.
Digital forensics got into Frank's phone.
There was a text from a contact saved as Dalek
around eleven thirty.
"Escaped the box earlier than planned. Wanna sit together?"
We're assuming that this is him.
- Do you know him? - I... I've never seen him before.
Frank keeps himself to himself. He doesn't bring mates home.
So, Frank was supposed to go with you and sit in the box,
but he changed seats.
Why the change of plan?
We just... We had a row and... just before the match.
We've got season tickets, I wasn't worried.
And then... then the bomb threat came in, I tried to call him.
Any recent threats,
any security risks?
Er, s-sorry, just excuse me. I just...
Kipp? Kipp?
Kipp, please, is it Frank?
Mr Kavinda?
Er, it... er...
"Kipp, we have kidnapped your son.
"Pay £1 million to this crypto account
within two hours if you want to see him again.
- Do not tell police." - Christ almighty.
So we just pay them the money.
Listen, I strongly advise you not to pay, OK?
It's crypto currency. It's virtually impossible to trace.
- You just won't get it back. - No.
No, no, no. Our money, our son.
It's a million pounds, Zara. I...
And I'd pay 10 million if they asked for it!
I can't go through this again.
Sorry, excuse me.
Sorry.
No, no, not at all.
May I?
Do you have kids?
Er, a son.
Just a son.
It was a hit-and-run.
Kayleigh was 17.
Cycling up Lewiston Avenue, and the motorist didn't stop.
The accident has ripped this family in two.
I think losing Frank as well...
would probably finish me off.
Oh, please find my son.
I will do everything I can. I can promise you that.
Thank you.
And?
Go and check again.
I keep going out there and checking. It hasn't arrived.
- You told them two hours, right? - Shut it.
- They will pay. - Yeah.
The female who made the call to the stadium was Albanian.
Both her calls came from burner phones,
both dead now.
Forensic voice analysis has also examined
the call for any background noise.
They've said that there is zero evidence
that the caller was inside the stadium.
So that means that the caller and the bomber
were two different females.
So, we have our caller, our bomber,
our unidentified body from the beach...
who, judging by signs of bleaching,
was somehow involved in making of that bomb.
Yeah. Lab report's confirmed analysis of the bomb's detonator
contained TATP consistent with
chemical traces found on our unknown male.
- Any ID? - No mispers matching his description.
- DNA's not on the database. Nothing on the prints. - OK.
So, this is... ambitious stuff...
bombs, kidnapping.
It takes resources.
We need to find out how these are connected.
Well, the Albanian community can be tight-lipped,
but I'll check our intel.
And let's get a facial portrait
of our body from the beach mocked up and circulating.
OK.
Any more on how they might have got the bomb into the stadium?
Yeah, employee records are back,
so I'm cross-referencing all casual staff.
They hired a couple of new cleaners in the last month or so,
but I'm still waiting on some details.
Also, look into deliveries of peroxide or acetone.
TATP is notoriously unstable.
That bomb did not travel far.
Excuse me. Have you seen that person there?
- Mm. - Sure?
Excuse me, sir. You don't recognise this woman, do you?
- Excuse me. Excuse me. - No, I don't know.
Do you recognise this woman?
Excuse me, sir. You don't recognise this woman, do you?
- No. - No? Not seen her around?
No.
Excuse me, madam. You don't recognise this woman, do you?
Right, OK. Thank you.
Hey.
Dren, where are you?
The whole country's looking for you.
Have you seen Kona? He's not picking up.
That's why I'm calling you.
He didn't come back last night, and people are asking questions.
- Who's asking? - Allegra.
I don't know what to tell her.
I can't talk about this on the phone.
Can we meet?
Sure.
Why isn't your dad paying?
I don't know.
- He's taking his time. - We don't have time.
You said Kipp Kavinda would be an easy target.
- Get out. - What now, huh?
Get out. That's enough.
I said that's enough. Come on. Come on.
Stop. Hey!
- No, get off him. - Stay there!
Oi! I said stop hitting him!
Stop hitting him!
I said stop!
In! In!
What have you done?
Laura?
Here.
- Laura, thank God. - Run.
Let me go!
Get off me!
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Argh! Get off me.
Let me go.
There was a deal.
Our passports.
On and on about these passports.
If you leave with your brother now for your fresh start...
what do you think is going to happen?
We've got her.
Come back! Come back!
We have an ID on Frank's mate. So, his name is Noel Ludlow.
He's a new student at Preston Grove College.
Now, apparently, Noel and Frank have been inseparable
ever since Noel started.
Nickname - Dalek.
Noel texted me...
er... at five
to say he was staying over with friends this weekend.
Can I see the message?
We know from CCTV that Frank and your son were taken
before that text was sent.
So, either the message was sent by Noel, under duress,
or by his kidnappers.
Do you recognise the boy Noel was with, Frank Kavinda?
No. No. No.
Noel's moved school recently.
Made new friends.
We haven't... We haven't met them yet.
Given you haven't received a ransom demand,
there's a chance...
that Noel was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time
and the kidnappers didn't originally intend to take him.
I... can't believe this is happening.
We'll put you in touch with a family liaison officer,
and they'll keep you posted on all developments.
If you hear anything at all... you must let us know.
We're doing everything we can to bring your son home.
A van matching the black Vauxhall was reported stolen three days ago
from a house in Lewes.
It's been given new plates.
See if we can track its route before they switched the plates.
Guess what? Kipp Kavinda's business?
He is on the verge of insolvency.
Now, his lawyer's been encouraging him to file,
but he keeps ignoring their advice.
He's laid off six company staff in the past few months,
and he's been in arrears on Frank's school fees.
If he was struggling to stay afloat, then why didn't he mention it?
Let's get a production order on his company accounts,
and let's keep him in the dark for now.
Report's just in from the FLO at the Kavindas'.
Kipp's gone AWOL.
Get me a trace on his car.
Frank?
They'll be here soon, all right? Just stay with me.
"Your son will be so much bloodier.
Pay up."
You could have jeopardised the entire operation
by coming out here alone.
They told me to come alone. Right? They said no police.
Try again. You saw the state of that kid.
Every detail matters.
If you want us to find your son, you have to tell us everything.
There's nothing. Right?
There's nothing to say, I've got nothing.
Look, we know that you're on the brink of insolvency.
Swallow your pride, Mr Kavinda.
Your son has been kidnapped, your son, your only child.
You want us to find him?
Then everything is relevant. Everything is on the table.
You have to trust me,
but I also have to trust you, Mr Kavinda.
You cannot lie about anything.
No-one knows.
All right? Not even Zara.
Since...
Since Kayleigh died, I've not been at my best.
I've... I lost clients... made bad investments.
I've... I've used my own money
to try and digmyself out of this hole and borrowed more.
So now...
I've... I've got no money left.
I can't...
I can't save my own son because I am completely broke!
Well, let's clone Kipp's phone.
I wanna see all his messages.
And let's put a rush on his company records,
go through all his clients.
Anyone with the means of orchestrating something like this.
What have you done with him?
Drink.
There is still no money.
- What about the boy? - He'll be fine.
One of us should go back before we're missed.
You crossed a line. Going back is risky.
- And staying out here is risky. - Are you stupid?
Go.
Burn the van while you're at it. There's petrol in the transit.
We probably drove for half an hour.
I was blindfolded at one point.
Couldn't see where we ended up.
Some kind of... barn.
They wore masks.
You didn't recognise their voices?
Did they speak in any kind of overseas accent?
It was all about Frank.
Whether Frank's dad was going to pay up.
One of them was getting more and more stressed.
Then... just lost it.
Hit me.
Is there anything else you can remember?
- Mum, I can't. - I know.
I know. You're fine now.
Look, this, now, it's enough. Please.
We appreciate how urgent this is,
but I think my son really needs to rest.
- Yeah, of course. - Thank you.
Thank you.
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OK, so, Noel Ludlow was found at Hob's Dyke... here.
And the message they sent to Kipp arranging the meeting
pinged phone masts in two areas... here and here.
Triangulation on the ransom texts sent to Kipp Kavinda
correlates roughly to an area around here.
DS Bella Moy.
Well, there's your search site.
Somewhere in there is a very scared 16-year-old boy.
Get satellite searches of all farms and derelict barns in that area.
We need to narrow it down.
Oh, OK, OK, calm down. Calm down.
The house is like hell.
We have to do things to earn our keep...
or families back home are harmed.
They know where my mother lives.
We are all trapped.
Zenith told me that he'd been given a job to do.
He refused to do it.
- What job? - I don't know.
Who asked him to do it?
We call him Baloz.
"Sea monster".
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He's dead, isn't he?
Boss. I've got something.
OK, so, the satellite shows two possible sites of interest
in the search radius...
one derelict barn, one abandoned farm.
And get this, within half a mile of both,
they found a burnt-out vehicle... confirmed, black Vauxhall van.
Well, if they've ditched the van, they'll need a back-up.
Search ANPR for vehicles travelling in convoy with a black van.
We'll take the farm,
you get uniform out to the other property.
If you just stand over there for me.
OK.
- Do you wanna go? - Yeah.
Yeah.
His name was Zenith Evangjeli, fiance to Laura Kristo.
Both live in this modern slavery set-up.
She says she doesn't know our bomber.
Do you believe her?
Hm. Well, she's petrified for sure.
She told me Zenith was being forced into a job that he didn't wanna do.
So, I'm thinking,
did Zenith refuse to plant the bomb, and it got him killed?
Well, if our bomber was under duress,
it might explain why she dropped the gloves in the stadium.
But Laura says there's someone at the very top.
They call him Baloz... the sea monster.
Hang on.
The search warrant for the slave house has just come through.
Take armed back-up.
Great.
Just heard from uniform.
Your barn's clear. There's nothing there.
Is this helping?
I think it's just re-traumatising him.
I don't want my son here any longer.
I understand this is an ordeal,
but your son might have vital information.
Our priority is to prevent loss of life.
Armed police! Answer the door!
Looks pretty quiet.
No vehicles in sight.
This is it.
- Let's move in. - Strike! Strike!
Armed police!
On to your knees, stay on the floor. Stay. Stay where you are.
Get down on your knees. Hands up.
Clear!
Roy.
It's gotta be Frank's.
Hey.
These are fresh. Heavier than a car.
Someone got out of here fast.
I'll get some casts made up of these tracks.
See if we can narrow down the kidnappers' back-up vehicle.
Let's get this place sealed off, get forensics down here.
Bella?
Got multiple Eastern European nationalities here living undocumented.
And we found a number of fake IDs.
Residents also confirmed
that our bomber lives at the address with her brother.
Any signs of bomb-making?
We're tracking all acetone and peroxide purchases,
but nothing has been delivered to this address.
OK. Let's see if we can get a photograph of Zenith from Laura.
Show it to chemical suppliers, wholesalers.
See if we can jog someone's memory.
If we can find where they made the bomb,
we may find Frank.
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We've been going through Kipp's portfolios.
Now, one particular account that Kipp was working with
was called Merida Blue.
The same company owns the worker's house Bella raided.
So Baloz could be behind Merida Blue?
Yeah.
And Kipp Kavinda was investing huge amounts of money for him?
Exactly. I mean, the question is did Kipp do it knowingly?
Well, if Kipp was tangled up in organised crime
and lost them a tonne of money,
it makes sense that Baloz was behind the bomb threat
and then had Frank kidnapped.
We need to review Kipp's communication.
Anything that gets us...
closer to Baloz.
You need to see this.
We just received partial images of two cleaners
who worked at the stadium a few days before the bomb scare.
Both had started recently.
We sharpened up the images, and look here. It's Laura.
Zenith's fiancee.
Bring her in.
I thought it was drugs.
Not part of a bomb.
I swear. I didn't look inside.
I never look inside.
And my work makes it possible for some of the older people
to stay in the house.
It feeds them. Keeps them safe.
I cannot ask questions.
Ever.
Zenith made a part of the bomb called TATP somewhere.
Was it out of town? Was it somewhere he'd been before?
It wasn't far.
In Brighton, I think.
When he came home...
his eyelashes were...
Laura, when you worked at the stadium as a cleaner,
were you ever told to bring peroxide home?
Who are these people?
We know they're brother and sister. We know they lived at the house.
We need their real names.
That's Dren and Kona Dashvilli.
Where are they now, Laura?
Come on.
All I know is Kona is gone since the day of the bomb.
No-one has seen him.
And Dren...
Baloz's people... they took her.
We suspect that Baloz might be connected to the kidnap of two boys.
Do you know anything about this, Laura?
You said Kona was missing. Could he be involved?
What kidnap?
I don't know anything about any kidnap.
Laura, a boy's life is in danger here.
We need to know why these two boys were taken.
Do you recognise them?
I know him.
That's Baloz's son.
What are you doing?
- Joseph? - We're getting out of Brighton.
All of us.
I need you to be ready.
You're out of your mind, coming here.
I've been trying to call you. I dumped my phone after the bomb.
Obviously. We agreed no contact.
Where is he? Where the hell is my son?
I don't have your son.
I've got the police crawling all over me.
I am two million down thanks to you,
and there is serious dissent in my ranks.
No, you're lying. You lie about everything.
You told me the bomb would be fake.
It was never gonna be fake!
You told me that bomb would pay me back.
"Club's got more money than sense," you said.
"They won't risk the lives of their fans," you said.
Look, I am sorry they didn't pay up. I tried everything. But...
Please, just... just give me back my son.
Joseph, please, tell me where he is.
That bomb was your last hope.
And it failed.
If you don't have my money...
it's over for you.
Now get out of my face, or I swear to God I will end you.
So, we've been reviewing all of his call logs and movements,
and look at this.
I've got Kipp on his phone during the match on CCTV here.
1:41pm.
On his call logs, he made calls at 1:25 and 1:55.
We couldn't find any hints of threats or suspicious communication
on any of his emails or messages.
He's got a second phone.
And one guess who he was talking to.
He's been playing us this whole time?
You take Ludlow. I'll take Kipp.
We have a warrant for your husband's arrest.
Joseph isn't here.
Well, we're gonna have to search the property.
Please. Haven't we been through enough?
We're not asking for your permission.
I owe Joseph Ludlow £2 million.
At first, I... I thought he was a property developer, but I was wrong.
You were investing funds for a criminal
whose enterprise was built on modern slavery.
I had no idea how corrupt he was.
But then my whole portfolio collapsed, including his money.
I liquidated everything, but...
it wasn't enough to pay him back.
And when he found out his funds were gone,
and I had no way to get them back...
he threatened my family.
So Ludlow... blackmailed your club,
planted the bomb in order to extort the money he was owed,
is that correct?
He had help.
From the inside.
You knew about the bomb?
We planned it together.
I was... I was convinced the club would pay up, OK?
And you took our son into that stadium?
He told me the device would be fake.
I would never have taken Frank to the stadium
if I thought it was real.
The phone call I got at 2:21 was when I realised it was.
I had no idea how dangerous he is.
Why did he kidnap Frank if he knew you had no money?
I don't know. But he...
he mentioned something about a revolt in his ranks.
I'm telling you this. If that man...
feels wronged by anyone, he is capable of terrible things.
And I know he has Frank, so...
please, find our son.
Please, there... there's... Zara, I...
I-I know this is all my fault but...
- Zara? - Mr Kavinda.
You do not leave this house.
There is an officer stationed outside.
Any more communication from Joseph Ludlow,
I want to know about it, you understand?
You're facing multiple charges already. Don't make it worse.
We searched the house. Joseph Ludlow's gone.
But I've put out an all ports and alerts on all his vehicles.
The bomb threat and the kidnap are not connected
in the way that we thought they were.
Ludlow knew that Kipp Kavinda was skint,
so taking Frank would have made no sense.
I don't think the kidnap was part of his plan.
But someone tipped off the kidnappers at the barn.
It's like they knew that we were coming.
That had to have been Ludlow.
He was edgy at the barn, certainly. He couldn't wait to get away.
But what if that was because he realised that it was his property,
and the kidnap was an inside job?
Ludlow told Kipp there was dissent in the ranks.
That his men had made mistakes.
So, if Ludlow's son was taken and beaten by his own men,
what does he do next?
Be out for revenge.
I want every property that Joseph Ludlow owns
turned upside down.
Personal effects, everything...
We need to find his men and Frank before he does.
You've got some explaining to do.
Why's my son ended up with stitches on his face?
- How did he get dragged into this? - I-I-I don't know, that was Kona.
I didn't realise Noel knew Kavinda's son.
It was Kona that shoved him in the car.
He's-He's crazy. He lost it.
He dragged him out of the barn and beat him.
I... I said you would come after him.
The worker's house has been raided.
Dren's face is everywhere,
and that barrel should have been on its way to Bruges by now.
I'm assuming that was Kona's other little act of rebellion.
I think so. I don't know, I don't know.
Please. Boss, I...
Where's he taking Kipp Kavinda's boy?
They were still at the barn when I left.
Try again. I was just there. The police have raided it.
Of all places you use, you use a barn that I used to own?
I'm sorry, boss. I-I-I'm really... I...
- All right. All right, shut up. - Yeah.
Here's what's gonna happen, right?
You're gonna help me find that little shit Kona.
Nobody messes with my kid and gets away with it.
- I'll do anything, boss. - Give me your phone you've been using.
You help me clear up this mess...
you might just save yourself.
- Why are you doing this? - Stop asking questions.
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OK. We go.
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Hey.
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OK.
Where are we?
You're going to meet my sister, Dren.
You have to tell her I've being treating you well.
Don't worry. This will be over soon.
Get him out.
Silence.
Mr Ludlow, come on, please. The water is gonna rise. Just...
Please. Please, Mr Ludlow.
Help! Help! Hey, hey. Hey!
Shh. Just relax, it's easier. Just be easier.
- Doesn't give a shit about me. - Just relax.
Just relax. Just relax. OK. I tell you what, let's get a pic.
A pic for your dad. Yeah, take the photo.
Then we get out, and we go up, and...
Shh, shh, shh. That's it. That's better. That's better.
Little smile for your dad. Beautiful. OK.
Tell you, he's a piece of work, your dad, isn't he?
Isn't he? So weak.
You know, so vain.
There you go.
We have our first photograph of Frank.
The message was sent to Kipp
from the same phone as the previous messages,
but without the request for money this time.
It's a threat to life. It's revenge.
Ludlow's caught up with the kidnappers.
Yeah. And now he's got Frank Kavinda.
Where are we with triangulation?
The signal's been bouncing between the towers.
If Ludlow's got that phone, he's continuously on the move.
We're trying to pinpoint it.
You were right about the convoy, boss.
So, we've trawled all traffic camera footage
of the black van before it was torched.
Every time we see it on the night before the kidnap, it's travelling
near a silver transit consistent with the tyre prints at the farm.
It's stolen plates. There's your back-up vehicle.
We need to track it down. Find Frank.
Allegra, please, no.
I'll do whatever you want.
I won't say anything.
Allegra!
Please.
Oh, no, no, no.
Help! Help! Help me! I'm inside!
- Kona? - I'm alive! Please! Help!
- Let me out! Let me out! Hey! - Kona!
Dren! Dren!
Dren!
Kona!
No!
This was found in Noel's room. It's tucked inside a book.
It's a selfie of Noel with a guy.
Now, we've compared it
to the fake IDs of Kona's from the workers' house.
It's him.
That's Kona.
At the barn, we thought Noel was traumatised.
He was stalling. He must have tipped them off.
Noel was the only person
who knew where Frank would be after that game.
I mean, it's Noel. He led him into a trap.
We've got a fire at an old factory on Collingdean Lane.
Emergency services are on site. People are trapped inside.
Did you say Collingdean Lane?
That's one of Ludlow's places.
Dren. Dren.
We are at Newhaven Pier, but listen to me,
do not come here, he's destroying everything.
- My brother is dead because of him. - Dren, he has a boy. Do not...
Boss, please.
I-I did everything you asked! Please. I... I... Boss.
I-I just... I don't know.
- Bella. - We've got an ID. It's Kona.
No other bodies.
We've found evidence of explosive material.
I think we've found our bomb factory.
Any sign of Frank, or the other kidnapper?
No.
A woman matching Dren's description
just took off on a stolen motorbike.
- We're working on the location. - OK. Keep me posted.
Will do.
He can't be dead.
I'm sorry. Kona drove me everywhere.
We became friends. He told me about his life.
How my dad terrorised him and all the other workers.
Was your plan to help them escape?
It's OK.
We was only going to be gone for one night.
Long enough to get the money.
My dad was never supposed to know I was there.
That's why we sent the text to my parents.
You let us believe that you were in grave danger, Noel.
- They beat you up. - That wasn't part of the plan!
Everyone knows Frank's dad is rich.
We thought he'd pay up quickly, but he didn't.
That's when Driton completely lost it.
You had your friend kidnapped. You put him through hell.
Now you need to tell me everything you know, right now.
- It's OK. - You tipped off the kidnappers.
There must've been a plan.
Look, we think your dad has caught up to the kidnappers and has Frank.
So, where were they taking him?
I swear, I don't know where Frank is!
Noel, Frank's life is in real danger now.
OK? We've just pulled Kona's body
from a burning building that your father owned,
and we think Dren has only just come out alive.
Dren was with him?
She might know where he is. Call her. Now.
Noel?
Dren. So sorry.
So sorry. I just wanted to help. I didn't think anyone would be hurt.
What are you saying?
What happened to Kona.
It's my fault.
I made him do it.
We were trying to get you both out.
Your father did this to Kona, not you.
Kona adored you.
Called you his little brother.
Where are you?
- Are you safe? - You don't need to worry about me.
We've got a location. She's at Newhaven Port, East Pier.
I've got him. You go.
He's got a pulse.
Come on. Come on!
Dren, no! I need you to throw the gun.
That boy down there, Frank. He's gonna drown.
He needs me to help him.
I can't do that if you've got a gun in your hand.
Please. Just throw the gun.
He killed my brother.
I know.
I know. But think.
That boy is somebody's son.
Nobody else needs to die.
Please.
Just throw the gun.
Nick, quickly, come on.
- Stay with him. - We need a paramedic.
- Have you got him? - I've got Ludlow. No sign of Dren.
Here. Quick.
Armed police! Armed police! Get out of the car!
Turn around, put your hands on the car.
Hands on the car.
Frank! Oh!
Are you OK? Are you OK?
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- I'm so sorry. - Hi.
Hi...
I'm sorry. I am... I'm so sorry for everything. OK?
It's OK, Dad. It's OK.
- What's going on? - It's OK. You're OK.
- Wait, no. What's...? What's...? - It's gonna be fine. OK?
It's OK.
I had to do something, Mum.
For the people in that house.
For you.
Come on.
Your mum loved that fish. She won him at a fair.
- She called him Marlon. - Marlon?
Hm.
He doesn't have many friends, but he seems to like you.
You can look after him if you want.
Needs feeding. Wanna do it?
Come on.
I feel like I've been operating from behind a pane of glass.
But having Bruno to stay, I... don't know... felt useful.
More than useful. You were a friend to him.
He's a friend to me.
He held my hand yesterday.
He hasn't done that to me yet.
I... I don't want to hide from what's happened.
Never do that.
But...
this... void, this loss.
Losing our baby.
The reminders are everywhere.
And you're back at work. Saving lives.
I feel stuck.
I miss having a purpose. Something I can fix.
You're ready to go back?
Yeah.
Good.
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