1 [ELECTRONIC WHIRRING.]
[BEEP.]
[MIRROR CRACKS.]
[SOFT EXHALE.]
[SOFT EXHALE.]
[SOFT EXHALE.]
- Simply watch it go.
- [CHIMING.]
[CHIMING.]
[HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
- Hiya.
- Hi.
- Yeah, just dropped somebody off.
- Oh, it's my lucky day then.
- [CHUCKLES.]
[DOOR BELL CHIMES.]
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
[BREATHES SOFTLY.]
[PHONE KEYS CLICKING, BUZZING.]
[MUFFLED VOICES.]
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
[PHONE KEYS CLICKING.]
[MUFFLED VOICES, PHONES BUZZING.]
[AMBIENT NOISE INCREASES IN VOLUME.]
[SOUND CUTS OUT.]
[SNIFFS.]
[VENDING MACHINE CLATTERING.]
[CHUCKLES.]
- Really? - Yeah.
- Anyway.
- Hey, um, do you fancy a drink? Oh, I've got a bit of a long day tomorrow.
[CHUCKLES.]
[GROANS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- I wanna make you cum, too.
- In a bit maybe.
- Just need a bit bit of a breather.
- It's been ages.
- Sorry, do you mind if I? - No, no, no.
[PHONE BEEPS, VIBRATES.]
[SIGHS.]
- Calmly and without judgment.
- [PHONE CHIMES.]
- Do you work in that place? - Smithereen? Yeah.
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
- Uh, yeah, that's fine.
- Might be a bit twisty but this thing always seems to know what it's doing.
[GRAVEL CRUNCHING.]
[BRAKES SQUEAK.]
[TRAFFIC NOISE.]
- Uh - [GUN COCKS.]
- Uh, why are you - Just shut up and do it.
- Come on.
- I'm trying.
[CAR BEEPS.]
- What are you doing? - What did you say? - What did you say? - I'm just an intern.
- Who the fuck is Vanessa? - Vanessa Lampton.
- You're wearing a fucking suit.
- It's my first week.
- Fuck! - Fuck! Modern fucking companies! Everyone looks so fucking young! How is anybody looking in supposed to have a sense of the fucking hierarchy?! Jesus Christ! Half of you cunts coming out of the building are dressed like fucking gap-year students.
- Stop! Stop! - Don't kill me.
- I'll shoot you! - No, no! Don't move.
[INTERN GRUNTS.]
- I'm trying to breathe! I'm sorry.
- Shut up.
- I'm sorry.
- Get up, move.
- I won't run.
- Move.
- Please! - Get in the car.
- No, no! - Don't put me - Get in! - Look, I can't go in there.
- Get in, get in.
- Please don't put me in there.
- Please.
- Stay fucking quiet.
- All right? - Please, please, don't put - [MUFFLED.]
- Okay.
- Please, please.
- [PANTING.]
- Look at me.
- Okay? Okay? - I won't, I won't, I won't move.
- Okay.
- Do I have to put it on? Yeah.
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[GROANS.]
- Get down! - Please, I'm gonna be sick.
- I'm gonna throw up.
- Get down! What are these? They didn't have cheese and onion.
- I'm gonna throw up.
- Oh, God! Fucking down or I'll shoot you! - Did you see that? - See what? Something in that car.
- I'm sure there was.
[MALE OFFICER.]
- Stay down.
- What's happening? Just stay down.
[INTERN COUGHS.]
[MAN ON RADIO.]
- He's not getting out.
- No.
- You ready? - Uh-huh.
[SIGHS.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
[ENGINE REVS.]
[SIREN BLARES.]
[RADIO.]
[RADIO COMMS CONTINUE.]
[SIREN CONTINUES.]
[SIREN CONTINUES.]
[INTERN YELLS.]
[RUMBLING.]
[HONKS HORN.]
[ENGINE STALLS.]
- Out of the car! - Boys! - Stay back! - Out of the car now! - Out of the car! - I've got a gun! - [MUFFLED.]
- Get in the car! Move your car right back! - Move your car back! - Status zero.
- I'll shoot him in the face! - Armed suspect.
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
- Lads, go home.
- My bike's down there.
[BREATHING RAPIDLY.]
[INTERN COUGHS.]
- He's probably in America or Look, how do I I don't know Billy Bauer.
- From your company.
- I've only been there one week.
- So can you phone her? - What? - Have you got her number in your phone? - Uh, yeah.
[HONKS HORN REPEATEDLY.]
[RADIO.]
- Status update.
[HONKING CONTINUES.]
- Right, so you could call reception or the front desk or whatever, ask for Hannah? I don't know.
- That's okay.
- But I don't have my phone.
- I've never had to do that.
- Fuck it.
[SIREN APPROACHING.]
[RADIO COMMS.]
[RADIO COMMS.]
[PHONE RINGING.]
- You see the gun? - Yeah, automatic.
[CHIMING.]
- Thank you.
[LINE RINGING.]
[LINE RINGING.]
[LINE BEEPS.]
- That's 07700 900866.
- [MUTTERING.]
07700 900866 - There you go.
- Thank you.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- Hello? - Hannah? Uh, Mrs.
- No! [RADIO COMMS.]
[PHONE CHIMES.]
- That's your guy Jaden, yeah? - Yes.
- Okay, I don't know how to get to Billy.
- But you can find out.
[CHUCKLES.]
[GENTLE HOLD MUSIC PLAYING.]
- You sure it's not a prank? - I can't be a hundred percent, but I don't wanna call the US if this is bullshit.
[LINE RINGING.]
[GENTLE PANTING.]
[GENTLE HOLD MUSIC PLAYING.]
[EXHALES.]
[CAMERAS CLICKING.]
- Get a cordon going.
- Come on, lads.
- He seem pissed up? On something? - No, just angry.
- Ma'am, I - Yes, I know but he was unarmed and it was less than a month ago.
- Okay? - Ma'am.
- Your lace is undone.
- Ma'am, they've ID'd the car.
- That's, what, couple of miles from here? - Yeah.
- I know Ewelme.
- Okay, you two go and give it a knock.
- See if she's okay.
- Yes, ma'am.
[CAMERA CLICKS.]
[SIGHS.]
- Got a hit.
- He could start making other demands.
- One moment, Don.
- Timeline's going nuts.
- Let's see.
- Control, IC3 hostage - Ma'am.
- The social whatever company? - Yeah.
- We got the number that sent that photo? - Yep.
- [PENELOPE.]
- I'm here.
- I just need to check he's okay.
- Tell them you're okay.
- Uh, I'm okay.
- We're having difficulty reaching him.
- That's not my problem.
[WHISPERING.]
[WHISPERING.]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
- [DOORBELL RINGS.]
- [FEMALE OFFICER.]
- Got a weird one here.
- Naj.
[CAMERA CLICKS.]
[HELICOPTER OVERHEAD.]
[HOLD MUSIC PLAYING FAINTLY.]
[RADIO.]
- On his own? - Yeah, keeps to himself.
- Sorry? He's a teacher? - Well, he was a teacher.
- How's his record? - Fully DBS checked, he's squeaky clean.
- Okay, good work, Najma.
- Ma'am.
- Ma'am, it's the FBI.
- What? - It's the FBI.
- Right.
- So first off, Christopher's on hold but we are able to listen in to his end of the line so we'll share live feed of that with you guys.
- Sorry? - We're looking into who Christopher is.
- His whole account is dormant.
- I don't see how this is relevant.
- Right.
- So the cab that picked Jaden up is registered to an Omar Masimbalu.
- No.
- Turns out it was a compromised account.
- Uh-huh.
- I mean, he was the victim in - The auto accident in 2015.
- [GRACE.]
- Go on.
- David.
- Maybe even Chris thinks it's about money but it's actually about status.
[LOUDSPEAKER FEEDBACK.]
[DAVID, THROUGH LOUDSPEAKER.]
[PHONE CHIMES, VIBRATES.]
- Chris, that's me calling you, Chris.
- Oh, leave me alone.
[GRACE.]
[PHONE CHIMES.]
- [CHRIS.]
- Chris.
- Okay.
- One, two Harris, have you got a shot? - No, if I shoot, I'll kill them both.
- four, five - six, seven, eight, nine - He's bluffing.
12, 13, - 14 - Fucking shift then.
15, 16 - David, I'm ordering you to go.
- 17, 18, 19, 20 - Keys.
- Give me a clear shot.
- 27, 28, 29, 30, - 31, 32.
- [GRACE.]
- He's gone.
- [CHRIS.]
[HOLD MUSIC PLAYING.]
- Stop shifting about.
- Sorry, I've got cramp.
[WHISPERS.]
[PHONE BEEPS.]
- A silent retreat? - Just him alone, not speaking to anyone, total isolation.
[HELICOPTER OVERHEAD, RADIO COMMS.]
" Stay back, ladies and gents.
["CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU" PLAYING.]
- He just logged in.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
[SOBS.]
[BREATHES HEAVILY.]
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[SNIFFS, EXHALES.]
[WHISPERS.]
- I wanna talk to the guy.
- [PENELOPE.]
[SIGHS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
[SIGHS.]
- Yes, she does, she - It's not real.
- What? - It's a replica.
- Fuck! - MAN: Stand by, stand by.
[GRACE.]
- What? - His gun, he's just told Jaden it's not real, it's a replica.
- Simon, I'll need a vest.
- Ma'am? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't move.
- He can't hear you, okay? - Okay, uh - Patch his phone through.
- Jesus.
[JADEN.]
[CHRIS.]
- What did he say? - Well, it's not a real gun.
["CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU" PLAYING.]
- Get back over there! - Chris, we need to stop this now.
- Shot authorized.
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [YELLS.]
- Ah! Fuck! Can't see.
[MALE OFFICER.]
[BREATHES HEAVILY.]
- Pen? Pen, are you still there? - Bill, I'm here.
- Cut Agent FBI Douchebag off.
- Billy CRUZ: In the strongest possible terms, I suggest you do not engage with this individual.
- Cut him off now! - Bill, don't [PHONE BEEPS.]
[DIAL TONE DRONES.]
- Bill.
- We got his number? What's his name? Uh Christopher Gillhaney? Give me his number.
- And a sat link? - Yes.
- Bill.
- Peace.
- Christopher Michael Gillhaney.
- UK, user since '08, didn't log on for 18 months.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY.]
[HELICOPTER OVERHEAD.]
[PHONE RINGS, VIBRATES.]
[BILLY.]
- You wanted to talk to me? - I did.
- I want you to listen to me! - I'm listening.
- Just fucking listen to me.
- I'm listening.
- Chris? - Yeah, I'm just I'm just it's hard to get my thoughts in order.
- Okay.
- I mean, constantly.
- It was very quiet, straight - [PHONE VIBRATES.]
[CRASH, GLASS SHATTERING.]
[METAL GROANS, TIRES SCREECH.]
[CHRIS SOBS.]
- [WHISPERS.]
- Talk about it.
[SOBS.]
" Of course you fucking hear me.
- Fucking talking points.
- Talking points.
- Fucking hell.
- I know.
[SNIFFS.]
" Until it was more like a crack pipe.
- Hey.
- I quit Smithereen.
- Hey.
- Oh, thank God.
- What do you think I fucking mean? - No.
- I have to.
- No, you don't have to do anything! You don't have to waste your life.
[LAUGHS.]
[CHRIS BREATHES SHAKILY.]
[BREATHES DEEPLY.]
[PHONE RINGS.]
- Hello? - Hayley Blackwood? Speaking.
- It's okay.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Seriously, you don't wanna do this - I know you mean well, I know you mean well.
[COUGHS.]
- Just leave me to it.
- You don't have to do this! They're struggling.
[WHISPERS.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
- [CHRIS YELLING.]
[GASPING.]
- [JADEN.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- Just drop it, man! - No.
[GUNSHOT.]
["CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU" PLAYING.]
- At long last love has arrived - And I thank God I'm alive - [COMPUTER BLEEPS.]
- Pardon the way that I stare There's nothing else to compare - The sight of you leaves me weak - [PHONE HONKS.]
- Can't take my eyes off you - [HORN HONKS.]