Episode 3 Below the Surface

This programme contains some strong language and some violent scenes

MAN GROANS

I want you to do a live interview.

Excuse me?

SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE

The next time you send down an elevator without telling me,

I will send it back up with a dead body in it.

Are you ready for another interview?

Yes, I'll be ready.

Adel Rasul, 38, karate teacher.

-YELLS:

-No-no, wait, wait, wait!

-ALPHA OVER RADIO:

-We've released a hostage.

ZIPPER UNFASTENS

Howdy, partner.

Howdy, partner!

MARIE SNIFFS

-DOOR BANGS NEARBY CHARLIE:

-What happened last night?

-ALPHA:

-You killed one of our hostages

that's worth a quarter of a million euros alive.

Why didn't you want me to shoot him?

He was trouble from day one. He would keep making trouble.

BRAVO: He had to die, you know that.

When a hostage is not shot immediately

for refusing to cooperate...

..you don't kill the guy after that...

..they'll all know you have no balls.

I would have pulled the trigger,

but you don't shoot anyone off the camera.

You just fucked up a perfect opportunity

to scare the shit out of everybody

and raise the stakes.

-I think we scared them, all right.

-Really?

-We've been talking.

-About the exit plan.

-What about it?

We are worried it might be shaky.

It's fine.

You also said the interviews would be fine.

I can't prevent one guy from losing it.

The exit plan is fine.

There are 16 unfinished stations,

we can get to them through the tunnels.

Each station is protected by a couple of street cops.

We take them out, we're out in the open, we're fine.

So, is the exit plan.

Now get out.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

SIREN WAILS

Hi, Sam. It's me again.

I know, Sam.

And you know I wouldn't ask you if this wasn't important.

Because I can't.

It has to go below the radar.

I need you to run a name.

Ahmad Mahmoud.

Yes, we have information that he was killed in a drone strike,

but I have reason to believe that that information might be false.

I need you to see if this file on him shows something else.

FAINT SIREN WAILS

I know, Sam, but it's also very important.

Thanks, man, I won't forget.

And, Sam...

Just keep it between me and you.

SIREN WAILS

HORN HONKS

PHONE RINGS

-ALPHA:

-Hello.

Time for a chat?

-Are you kidding me?

-Why would I be kidding?

But you killed someone.

We had no choice. Are you ready or not?

-RECORDING PLAYS NAJA:

-But you killed someone.

I... I really can't do this.

-ALPHA:

-I have a new interview for you tonight.

Nobody's going to want to turn it on.

Believe me, everybody will be watching.

-The police is going to cut it off.

-No, they won't.

OK, this is how it's going to work.

If I'm going to make any more interviews,

you can't kill any more hostages.

That's entirely up to the police. I'll call you 6pm.

SIREN WAILS ABOVE SURFACE

LOUD SIREN WAILS

LOW BEEPING

SIREN CEASES

LEON COUGHS

HE GROANS IN PAIN

-JOACHIM:

-Hey! Hey! We need some help!

-LEON CONTINUES TO COUGH

-Hey! Hey, we need help!

DENISE: Sh, sh, sh!

LEON PANTS HEAVILY

Hello!

BRAVO: Get back, get back! Hey!

DOORS SLAM YELLS: Get back!

-Diabetes - we need some insulin...

-Sh!

Come on.

DENISE: Leon...

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

-ALPHA:

-Hello.

A hostage is sick, we need some medicine.

-Which hostage?

-DOOR BANGS LOUDLY

We need insulin.

So, a diabetes patient?

How's his condition?

If we get the insulin, he'll be fine.

Leon is not a young man, he needs to get to a hospital.

-Not going to happen.

-It will be easier for you.

You do see that, don't you?

It's easier for everybody if you let him go.

Or if he dies...

-The choice is yours.

-It's your choice as well.

And since yesterday, the fundraising has almost stopped.

You see my point?

The public won't like that you're not letting a sick man get medical care.

-On the other hand, if you...

-You can't have him.

But you can send a medic down to treat him.

That can work.

Can I trust that he'll be safe?

You will have to.

It's the only offer you're going to get.

One medic who gets 30 minutes, that's it.

That's good. Anything else you want?

I'll call you back.

ALPHA HANGS UP, SHE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

Naja Toft.

-ALPHA:

-Are you ready?

-What do you mean? I thought we were going to do the interview tonight.

-We are.

I'm not talking about the interview.

-OK.

-I've got something else for you.

We're allowing a medic to come down and treat a hostage in one hour.

A diabetes patient.

That's your story.

Keep your eye on the screen - this might help your fundraising.

HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

PHONE RINGS

-ALPHA:

-Are you ready?

-Yes, I can confirm that a medic will be ready in 30 minutes.

-Good.

-I'm sending up the elevator.

-ALPHA HANGS UP

SIRENS WAIL

TYRES SCREECH

-ALPHA:

-Come on, move! Everybody move.

-JOACHIM:

-Hey, hey, what's going on?

Shut up! You...

Help me. Take him.

Take his arms. Come on!

Come on.

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey! METAL CLANGS

Get back! Get the fuck back!

SIREN WAILS

HE TREMBLES

DOOR CLATTERS

-MECHANICAL WHIRRING

-Elevator's coming!

Come out with your hands above your head.

Slowly.

Turn around.

MEDIC BREATHES HEAVILY

Stop.

Turn around, face front.

HE SHOUTS, HOSTAGES SCREAM

Bravo, cover me!

HOSTAGES SCREAM

HOSTAGE SOBS

GUNFIRE CONTINUES

HE GASPS FOR AIR

GUNFIRE CEASES

ELEVATOR WHIRS

HOSTAGES SCREAM

LOUD SOBBING

NAJA EXHALES DEEPLY

HOSTAGES CRY

SIRENS WAIL, HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD

DOOR CLOSES

-ALPHA:

-Go, go, go, go, go, go.

-DOOR SLAMS

You, the nurse. And, you - come with me.

Come on!

We can't move him.

-JOACHIM:

-Silas!

-Well, help him.

Stop the bleeding, do something.

Come on!

-YELLS:

-Come on! Do something!

Hey, Silas.

SILAS GROANS

SHE CONTROLS HER BREATHING

HE PANTS RAPIDLY

Medical kit.

Can I have the medical kit?

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

MEDICAL BAG ZIP UNFASTENS

MARIE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE TAPS SILAS' ARM TO BRING VEIN TO SURFACE

-JOACHIM:

-Come on.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

-ALPHA:

-Satisfied?

-Nobody's happy about this.

No more negotiation. From now on, you do as I tell you.

And what are you telling me?

-A young guy was shot by your guys.

-Who?

-His name is Silas.

-What's his condition?

Shot in the stomach.

-And he's losing a lot of blood.

-He needs to get up.

Unfortunately, you're not in a very good position to ask favours.

You have to trust me, I was not involved in this.

I... I didn't know it was going to happen.

I can send a medic team right away.

I'm not crazy about your medic teams.

It's bad for everybody if he dies.

This is what's going to happen.

You'll send the elevator down - EMPTY.

We'll put him in. No medic team, no games.

And what about Leon?

ALPHA HANGS UP

MECHANICAL WHIRRING

ELEVATOR CLANGS

ELEVATOR DOORS OPEN

JOACHIM GROANS

-ALPHA:

-Come on.

Come on, move it!

JOACHIM GROANS

DOORS SQUEAK

MECHANICAL WHIRRING

LEON CONTROLS BREATHING

LEON COUGHS

LEON COUGHS

METAL CLANGS

Are you feeling better?

What's going on?

Good. You will be interviewed tonight by the journalist.

SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE

HE SNIFFS

DOOR OPENS

Aah!

HE GROANS LOUDLY

'Ahmad, what the fuck?!'

HE WHIMPERS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

'Ahmad, let go of me! Fucking now!'

HE SHOUTS

-ALPHA:

-'Howdy, partner.'

-ALPHA:

-'Howdy, partner!'

SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE

DOOR BANGS SHUT

SHE SIGHS

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

-SILAS:

-Oh...

HE SIGHS

Are you ready to be famous?

Look at me!

Relax. Just answer the questions and look into the camera.

-SHOUTS:

-Hey!

LEON AGREES NERVOUSLY

Good.

-ALPHA:

-We are ready. Are you?

Yes.

Good.

-No.

-What?

I'm sorry, I-I-I... I can't do this.

Is there a problem?

-Uh... Uh, I can't go through with this, I'm sorry.

-Naja...

NAJA HANGS UP

HE SIGHS