Traces (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Episode #2.6 - full transcript

Sarah, this way.

-What do you know?
-I don't know what time.

But he's supposedly
planning an attack today.

"Hashtag five.
The day of reckoning."

Today's date is in his notes.

We don't know what kind
of bomb it is,

or who would send it, or when.

Nobody saw him leave the house,

we don't know
how he's travelling.

We don't know what he's wearing.

There's a box of fireworks
under the bed.



There are no
viable devices here.
That's all been checked out.

-Okay.
-The digital investigation team
is on its way,

-to look at that lot.
-Okay.

-Thanks for coming.
-Why would I not come to work?

-Fine.
-Just... let me look.

You can touch.
Everything's being videoed.

I'm not going to be
doing any touching.
Just an advisor.

-One way is, we remove
the hard drive,

make a forensic image,
using a write blocker.

You wouldn't need the password,
and you'd have access
to everything.

It's the safest
and the best way.

You damage nothing,
lose nothing.

-What's the catch?
-John.

-What's she doing here?
-Advising. What's the catch?



We're gonna
need to take it away.
It'll take time.

-We haven't got time.
-Or... we triage.

We have a device,
a piece of software
you plug into the USB.

We get in, we explore,
we drag out any files we want.
Ben can do it.

-Is he up to it?
-Fresh out of training.

That's why I chose him.
Ben can do it here and now,

But we do need a password.

How? Where from?

Well, the suspect's tech savvy.

He's up to no good.
He'll be changing
his password all the time.

He won't be able
to remember them.

He'll have to keep
a note of them.

On his phones, maybe?

-He's been
trimming piping,

by the looks of things.

Lots of pieces, apparently.

Possibly to pack
with explosives.

-The fireworks.
-They're Category three.
Show rockets.

They contain a good amount
of gun powder.

There's a sewing machine.
He's been trimming fabric.

Maybe altering a garment.

-Possibly making a suicide vest.
-Jesus.

Okay, and what makes you...

He'd need to put pockets
or partitions on
a waistcoat maybe,

or something to hold
those lengths of pipe,
packed with explosives.

-If that's what he's done.
-Can you stop it?

-It depends how it's activated.
-Do you know?

-No.
-If it's phone activated.

Well, that's one for
the digital investigation team.

-Hi.
-Hello.

Boss, no driving license
in the name of Sam
or Elliott Kielty.

Thanks Saf. Okay.

How bulky would it be?

Could you ride a bike
if you were wearing
a suicide vest?

Possibly. You need to
cover it with something.
A big coat or a jacket maybe?

I also found this.
This is a plan of circuitry.

It fits with the electrical
circuitry of a suicide vest.
It has a safe arm.

-See-- Could you...
-Sure.

Now, what the hell's
all this?

These look like pin numbers.
These look like phone numbers.

These...
These look like passwords.

-Can you copy them out
into separate groups?
-Sure.

Right.
What do you want from us?

Where's Neil?

He's possibly on a bike.
He's possibly heading into town.

If he's wearing a suicide vest,
he won't get through security,
anywhere.

He'll be looking for a crowd.
He's gonna want to go big.

He's maybe looking
for a crowd outdoors.

We're triaging his computer now.

Boss, we found his other bike.
The one he had
when we interviewed him.

So, he's maybe not on a bike.

Er, CCTV,
all routes from here,
public space CCTV.

We think he may be
wearing a big coat.

Can we evacuate
the city centre?

No, we don't have the resources.

We could evacuate
people into trouble.

We could flood the town
with uniformed officers.

But we make no announcements.

We need to keep people safe.

We create panic,
no one's safe.

Exactly.

Boss, we're looking at
public space CCTV now, yeah.

-So, you reckon
these are phone numbers?
-Yeah.

-And the phones
have gone to the lab?
-Yes.

So, if this guy's wearing
a phone-activated suicide vest,

-can it be stopped
with a phone?
-You wouldn't need a phone.

If you knew where he was,

you could shut down
the phone mast closest to him.

-What's the worst case?
-This is an encrypted system.

Worst-case scenario?
The wrong pin renders
the computer useless.

Maybe not permanently.
But we need an administrator
to bypass it.

Of course.

Well, it would be a disaster
to paralyze the computer,

but it's worse not to get in.

He's written here,
"Look straight at the camera."

If he's filmed himself
on his computer,
it could tell us where he is.

And what he's planning.

Can Azra start trying
these pin numbers, or what?

He cleared it. Do it.

More recent.
This ink looks fresher. Go.

Thank you, Azra. Brilliant.

Well, it's only got us
through to logging in.
We need a password now.

Three passwords.
There are three usernames.
Three accounts.

-Which one?
-Elliott.

Elliott.

Boss, Professor Gordon
wants you.

We've gone
through his rubbish.

Packaging from
a pressure switch.

Packaging from a safety switch.

What does it mean?

This is maybe how
he's triggering the device.

A pressure switch.
Release the switch,
the bomb goes off.

But to avoid accidentally
triggering the bomb,

you also have a safety switch
called the safe arm.

Only when the safe arm is off,

will the bomb be armed,
and the pressure switch work.

No phone required.

No, it...
It's mechanical, it's basic.

It's very smart. No phone,
no GPS, no digital element.

It makes you very hard to find.

Very hard to stop.

What's the range of this device?
I mean, the destructive range.

-Boss, Mrs McKinven wants you.
-I'll be back.

"E" for "Elliott"?
Okay, try that one.

How many times are you
allowed to get along?

We don't know
until we try.

-We're in.

Go to his browser.

Shit!

-What?
-Browser's empty,
there's nothing there. Um...

Go back. Try another account,
another username.

I think this browser allows
multiple profiles.

-Let's see if
there are any other.
-Ah, brilliant, Ben.

Go ahead, try one.

-Electronic equipment.
-Yeah, bookmarks.

Search history...

-Bit of shopping.
Not much action.
-Okay, try another profile.

Here we go.

Where's his media player?

Professor Gordon.

Got his media player.

Look at this.
It goes live today.

My name is Sam Kielty.

That name will become familiar
as of today.

Infamous...

When I was alive,
I lived in obscurity.

At three o'clock
this afternoon,
in Dundee in Scotland,

the Beta Revolution
graduated to another level.

A body count
to surpass all others.

I know some of you
won't be happy about it.
But you know what?

I never liked the V&A.

Boss, they picked him up
on CCTV.

He got off a bus on Tay Street.
He's in town.

Do not let that bus
leave the depot.

Get somebody over there
and speak to the driver.

Did he meet anybody on the bus,
did he leave anything on there,
did he say anything?

-Have you seen Erika?
-No.

-She didn't show up
to assist in class.
-Right.

She's not in the PhD room
and she's not answering
her phone.

The dean is looking for you.

Sarah's been called away
by DCI McKinven.

Okay, do you think you can
keep the dean at bay?

-Leave it with me.
-Thanks.

Oh, Kathy.

It's possible I may soon be
in a position to furnish you
with something useful.

Something about Euan McMillan?

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Dispatch to all units,

white British male,
23 years of age, slim build

auburn hair, pale complexion.

He's wearing a dark blue
knee-length coat,
dark trousers,

a dark blue baseball cap
with no logo

-and grey trainers.

-How many people
can this bomb kill?
-I don't know.

-Roughly.
-It... It's too dangerous
to speculate.

But you're looking at, maybe,
two or three times the power
of the church hall bomb.

We just handed it over
to the bomb scene manager. Aye.

Sure.

Boss.

Sam Kielty was in the bus alone.
He left nothing behind.

He spoke to the driver.

He asked him, "What's the best
bus to get to Broughty Ferry?"

Don't head into town, Neil.
We're covered.

Head up to Broughty Ferry.

Fine.

Where's Sarah Gordon?

-With me.
-Well, get her back here,
with Azra.

We need them both here,
straight away.

Here, boss.

That's what I would say
if I wanted Ford to believe

I was off to Broughty Ferry
and not the V&A.

He's gone the other way.

Neil...

If he's wearing
a suicide vest...

He'll possibly have
the pressure switch

in one hand, maybe in a pocket,
maybe outside.

The safety switch
could be anywhere.

Maybe in his other pocket,
I don't know.

If you can keep his hands
away from the safety switch,

he can't do anything.

He won't do anything
in Broughty Ferry.

-He's gone the other way.
-Safi! We just don't know.

I imagine you're angry,
or disappointed.

And I would like a chance
to clarify what happened,
and talk to you.

Um... please call me, Erika.
It's Kathy.

Professor Torrance.

Your imperfect supervisor.

This is a live situation.

A suicide bomber, Sam Kielty.

Now, Kielty's manifesto
suggests a plan to attack
at 3:00 p.m. today.

We believe he is wearing
a suicide vest.

How stable is it?
Could it be set off with impact?

No, it needs to be detonated
with an electrical charge.

That's what
the pressure switch is for.

You release the pressure,
you complete the circuit.

The safety switch keeps
the electrical circuit open.

If the safety switch is off,
and we shoot the device,

-it detonates?
-Yes.

As soon as we get eyes on him,
we shoot him.

-Blow him up.
-If he's isolated.

Hard to picture that
in the city centre.

We have a duty of care,
even to him.

To serve the public,
we shoot him. What's the option?

Talk him down, disarm him.

I want Kielty to face
terrorist charges.
I want him alive.

The best outcome is
we talk him down.

I can't see it. I mean,
what state's this guy
gonna be in?

Well, he hasn't slept.
We can see the hours
he's been active online.

He hasn't had more than
two hours sleep a day, for days.

He's running on energy drinks,
and adrenaline.

And he's got a bomb
strapped to him.

That's the state he's in.

-I think he might wanna
target families.
-How come?

Well, that's the outcome
of men and women having sex.

That's where it gets you.

Bet you he goes to the V&A
and HMS Discovery and that.

He'll be
where the people are.

I don't want to die.

You piece of shit.

-I don't...
-You disgust me.

-You're pathetic.
-I will do it.

-Yeah, right.
-I will. Shut up.

You've got
an hour to prove that you're
not a disgrace to humanity.

Think of all the bitches
and bastards

who've ruined your life.

Think of the injustice. Do it.

-Kevin.

-Kevin, come here! Kevin. Sorry.
-Fuck off and die.

Sorry. He's a menace. Sorry.

Learn to control your dog.

Right.
Have a lovely day yourself.

If you're as sad as you look,
you're very, very sad indeed.

I come here when I'm sad.

I look over there
and wish I was there.

And sometimes I do go over there

and wish I was here. Daft, eh?

Just leave me alone, will ya?

I'm called Kim.

What's your name?

I think you could use
a bit of sugar.

Do you want some Toble?

No!

You sure?

-My name's Elliott.
-Elliott?

-I'm so sorry
you're feeling sad.

But you know something?

You probably won't have
these feelings tomorrow.

I won't even be feeling
like this in an hour's time.

See? There you go.

You've got any friends
you can call?

-No.
-You've got
somewhere you can go?

I've got somewhere to go, yeah.

Something I've got to do.

You're gonna be able to do it.

Yeah.

I got your message.

You think it's a joke.

What?

You think you can make
a joke about being imperfect,
and I'll melt?

-No, I was...
-You're my supervisor.

You're supposed to support me
and help me develop my work.

-Not steal it.
-I didn't steal it.

You appropriated it by omitting
to acknowledge it was mine.

-Listen...
-And you have
so little respect for me,

that when I make a complaint,
you brush it away.

The dean has offered me
her full support,

if I choose to pursue this
as a formal complaint.

And I told her I'm grateful
that someone has my back.

Surveillance guys
in town are having no luck.

Surveillance guys here,
or up by the station.

What was that?

Go!

Let's go.

McKinven and Khurana
have eyes on him.

Three surveillance officers
are also in position now.

We believe him
to be wearing a suicide vest
packed with explosives.

We also have
two firearms officers in situ.

If the crowd
disperses naturally,

and creates some distance
around him, we'll shoot?

-We can't just shoot him.
-We can justify it.

-We know his intent.
-We pulled
uniformed officers out,

so as not to panic him.

We can't disperse
the crowds ourselves
for the same reason.

Kielty doesn't even know
we're on to him.

Well, the second he does,
he will detonate.

-Unless we talk him out of it.
-How?

Come in, firearms.

-I'm on Westhill.
-Can we shoot him?

-No chance, too busy.
-Who's close?

Khurana and McKinven.

-Can we take him out?
-I don't know.

Too many people.

We're closing in.

Looks like he's heading
out the building.

McKinven and Khurana
are closest.

He's approaching
a crowd of families.
Hands in pockets.

-Shoot him!

Can you hear me?

-Shoot him in the head.

Come in! Can you hear me?

I'm the police.
You're under arrest.

-Bombs, murder...
I'll tell you the rest later.

What's going on?

-It's Safi.

Hi, Safi.

DCI McKinven.

We've done it.
We've got Kielty.

Nobody hurt.
We'll make an exit.

-On your knees.

Okay, device disarmed.

Are we being safe?
Have we cautioned him?

Aye, he's been
fully cautioned now.

"You're exactly
what I'm looking for."

That's what you said to me
when I came for my interview.

I was so happy to come here,
and work with you
and be part of SIFA.

I'm a long way from home.
I don't have any friends here.

All I wanted was to belong.

That's all anyone wants.

Here.

-Do you want a...
-No, thanks.

Erika, it was remiss of me
not to acknowledge your data
when I gave the talk.

That was a bad mistake,
and I apologise.

But I did fully acknowledge
your work and our collaboration

in the copy I submitted
to the brochure.

Right here, "Erica Shroff."

No one reads the brochure.

People do want to belong,
you're right about that.

I think that's what
you and McMillan wanted,
to connect, to belong.

And he couldn't.
He didn't talk
to anyone about it,

-and he wasn't supported.
-Yeah.

I guess it's been
a similar situation for me.

Let's try to keep
some perspective.

What do you mean?

We got in a mess,
but we're talking about it.

Euan felt so isolated,
he took his own life.

I've been really unhappy.

I wanted to come to you before,
but you're not easy to talk to.

Oh, wow.

You told me to knock
on your door in the middle
of the night if I felt spooked.

I'm a very private person.

You didn't have to punish me.

I was just embarrassed.
None of this is personal.

When someone's mean to you,
it is personal.

Look, I don't always
communicate well.

I know I can be caustic,

and I'm really sorry
I hurt your feelings.

Thanks.

You didn't even do
anything embarrassing.

You just said Pia had
met someone else,
and passed out.

I pulled the covers over you
and went back to my room.

Well, I guess it would
have been better
to talk about this at the time,

I could've avoided
a lot of dramatics.

Dramatics?

Well, it sounds like
your Santorini complaint was
more of a protest about how...

How you treated me.

It is. I knew
I couldn't prove that.

I knew it was your word
against mine,
and you have all the power.

So, when the dean alerted me
to the Santorini talk,

I thought, "Okay.
This is provable.
I'll run with this."

The dean alerted you?

You're not even listening
to me right now.

-No, Erika, I am. I just...
-Forget it!

Hey, just checking in.

Fine. Yeah. Fine.

Everything's... fine.

Janine, can I call you back?

Okay.

Neil's quite the hero, isn't he?

Yeah.

He will come back to me.

-He isn't with me.
-That's what men do.
They go back.

-Don't you think?
-I think all men are different.

-Hmm. Do you have children?
-Just one.

We couldn't. Low sperm count.

I don't want to have
this conversation.

Are you in love with him?

I don't want to have
this conversation.

I bet you don't.

All forensic science
is not equal.

Drug analysis,
forensic toxicology,
forensic anthropology,

entomology, paint, glass,
and fibre analysis are all
underpinned by science.

Forensic gate analysis,
analysis of shoe prints,

tyre marks, ballistics,
even fingerprint comparison,
are not.

The comparison process
of these kinds of evidence

is mainly subjective
and essentially based
on spotting the difference.

And who is spotting
the difference?

A human.

And what do humans sometimes do?

Make mistakes. Get it wrong.

Congratulations, Neil.

We'd like you
to conduct the interview.

Excellent, thank you.

We'll need
a watertight strategy.

Azra, Sarah, stay put.

A word.

You have a formal
complaint procedure
hanging over your head.

-You can't just avoid me.
-I've been busy.

Professor Torrance,
I'm so sorry to interrupt.

I do apologise,
but I need to speak
to Professor Torrance urgently.

We're in the middle
of a conversation.

I would never normally do it,

but... it concerns
Professor Gordon
and the Dundee bomber.

I will deliver Kathy back
to you as soon as we've
dealt with this.

Thank you.

Is Sarah okay?

She's right as rain.
Ingenue?

They've got him.

-Oh, wow.
-Indeed.

Now, I had to play my ace card
to get you away from the dean,

because I think
before you speak to her,
you should see this.

Come in.

Hey, Kathy.

As far as I'm concerned,
my complaint's answered.

It's over. I appreciate
how straight you were with me.

And I know I can be a bit
of a drama queen.

I guess we're both
pretty eccentric, huh?

Anyway, I just wanna continue
to do the work with you.

Awesome. Me too.

Sarah, can you set me up
with specific questions

-which establish he made
each device, please?
-Sure.

Azra, will you and Ben
pull anything from that computer

that shows the progression
of his thinking.

Yep, no problem.

We've already traced him
by the Dundee's logon,
and posting the black pill GIF.

Great, but I really want
to get inside his head.

Don't get hung up about
his thinking until we've got
all we need

to prove he did it,
and how he did it.

Sure, but I will go
wherever he wants
to go if he's talking.

I just need to get him talking.

Police casualty sergeant says
Kielty's fit to be interviewed.

What's his mental state?

He's very subdued. Not talking.

If he gives a "no comment",
would the evidence so far
stand up in court?

Hi, I'd like to go over
something with you.

You want me to help
get Erika off your back?

You're the one who fired her up
to complain about me
in the first places.

So, no, I don't need your help.
Erika and I have figured it out.

-I didn't fire her up.
-Oh, I know you did.

Your PA, Heather, used
to be the old dean's PA.

Janine and Heather are friends.

I had them do some
checking around,

because you made me suspicious
when you were so keen

to find out how
Euan McMillan died.

Did he commit suicide?

It certainly looks that way.

Because he was unhappy here?

We'll never know exactly
what was going on with Euan,

because he didn't talk to anyone

but we do know
we didn't help him.

You told me the first
you knew of him was hearing
about him in the news.

Because it's true.

Well, here's what I heard.

You inherited a report sent
to the old dean about a problem
in the school of science

with students withdrawing,
and struggling
with poor mental health,

and committing suicide.

There was a list of students
identified as being
a serious cause for concern.

Euan McMillan was one of them.

I didn't know that.

You did!

The report called
for urgent action
to look after students

and prevent further suicides.

-So, why didn't the old dean
do something about it?
-He should have.

He got it before he left.

I think he did an unforgivably
cowardly thing,

and left it for you deal with.

He did. That's exactly
what he did.

My first day here,
I arrive with all my
vision and ambition,

and the first thing
that happens,

I mean,
the first thing that happens,

is all the dirty laundry
is dumped on my desk.

All the HR files,
all the disputes.

Sexting, stalking, cheating.
You name it.

All the debts,
all the complaints,

all the problems are now
my problems, which nobody
mentioned to me before.

And that's shitty.

You were dealt a shitty hand,
so why make it worse?

Heather emailed you the report
and asked if you'd gotten it,
and you replied,

"Yes, I have. Can we park this
while we're fundraising?"

No, no, no, no, no.
What I meant...

Let's pretend students
aren't killing themselves,
because it's not a good look?

That is not what I meant.

The fundraising was underway.

-I couldn't give it
my full attention.
-It's too late for excuses.

Are you gonna go public with it?

No, you're gonna go
to the principal's office
and explain all this,

and if you still have a job,

we're gonna work out
how we can actually support
our students from now on.

I mean, really support them.
Not just promise it on a poster.

You've changed your tune.

Excuse me?

The first time we met,
you moaned about
students being needy.

Well, they are, and we
have to deal with it.

Will you come with me?

To the principal's office
to help me explain.

It would really help.

Sure, why not?

"Chads and Stacys."

"Fit stripper guys.
Good looking, sexually active
stripper girls."

"Normies." Okay, well,
that's self-explanatory.

-L-D-A-L?
-Lie down and rot.

As in, my situation is
so hopeless, I may as well
lie down and rot.

-Chincel?
-An incel with a weak chin.

Roasties?

A roasty?

-You don't wanna know.
-Oh, yeah, I do.

Okay... Well,
apologies in advance.

When a woman has had
so much sex,

her labia look like
slices of roast beef.

Ah, nice.

Um, you know we talked
about Kielty maybe
buying bleach online.

Have you come across
that transaction?

We have.

-Safi, you know what
my mum used to say?
-No.

It's the quiet ones you need
to watch out for.

-I can't stand it.
-You have to.

Don't let her see
she's getting to you.

Just get out of there
as soon as you can.

Okay.

How did you get on today?

I've been communicating.

I've been apologising.
I fought for justice and won.

-And I was right
about the dean.
-How?

Oh, I'll tell you all about it
when you're done.

Ah, Sarah...

You're one of the people
who caught the Dundee bomber.

-Hold your head high.
-Okay.

You too.

You know, you say and do things
no one else would dare to.

Just keep doing it.

I need to. Bye.

Sam, can we get you anything?

Anything to eat?

When you were at the charge bar,
you were offered the services
of a solicitor,

to which you're entitled,
but you declined.
Is that correct?

Correct.

I'm wondering why you did that.

Okay, well just to remind you,

you can speak to a solicitor

at any time
during these interviews.

Are there any more bombs
planted anywhere?

Sam, it's gonna be all right.

Not if he doesn't talk.

He needs to ask him
how he made the devices.
He'll wanna talk about that.

Do you want to knock on the door
and suggest that to Neil?

Sure.

How did you
make these devices?

You made five different
kinds of bombs.

How on earth did you know
how to make them all?

We had a professor
of forensic chemistry
working on those devices,

She said they were
more and more sophisticated.

It can't have been easy
learning how to do it all.

I know who turned.

I can't hear you.

Sam...

I think if you big me up,
I'll talk.

I don't need to big you up.

You made five different kinds
of explosive devices.

You destroyed three buildings.

Terrorised the city.

You killed six people.

Yes, I did.

The device you
were wearing today,

had two or three times
the power of your
first bomb at church hall.

Says who?

The expert. The professor.

You must have had some help.

No, it's all my own work.
Just me.

Why did you
write numbers on them?

Each bomb is part of a series.
A progressive series.

Are there any more bombs
planted anywhere?

The only really challenging part
is the buying of chemicals
in the quantities you need.

Are there any more bombs
out there, you bastard?

Our experts have
been digging through
your hard drives.

Blue pill, red pill, black pill.

We've been looking
at your life online.

In forums, on chat rooms
with incels like yourself

around the world
amongst that community,

and we think we can see
how one thing led to another.

Blue pill.

The state of innocence,

where you think
the world is okay

and as it seems.
Is that right?

Red pill.

The world is not as it seems.
It's rigged and hostile to you,

but at least, armed with
that knowledge, you can try
and improve your situation.

You start to seek
self-help online.

You find gurus,
how to build your confidence,
how to get a six-pack.

How to talk to women.
How to pick up women.

And everything you watch online
is followed by a suggestion
of the next thing to watch.

And every suggestion
takes you just a wee bit
deeper in.

We got this from a clinic.

Leda Aesthetics.

What's going on here?

I was gonna get my jaw widened.

-Why.
-Fuck off!

Why?

You look fine.
You look good.

Well, why didn't you
go through with it?

Because none of it
fucking works!

Black pill.

You were prescribed
an antidepressant Serepax.

-I stopped taking it.
-Why?

'Cause how I feel is
a rational response to reality.

-And how do you feel?
-Fucked over.

Are there any more bombs
out there?

Do you know how many times
I've been rejected by women?

No.

316 times.

Wow.

Can you imagine the loneliness?

When you say rejected...

I make an approach.
They reject.

That must be very hurtful.

I would treasure
and cherish a girl.

I would treat her
like a princess.

I have so much love to give.

No. Sorry, not wanted.

They would rather have
some obnoxious hench guy
than a gentleman.

How would you approach a woman?

Are you single?

Yes. I am recently single.

Clever.

How many women
have you had sex with?

Two.

Very clever.

I win.

None.

I am 23 years of age.

The average age for a guy
to lose his virginity
is 16.9 years of age.

I've never even
held a girl's hand,
except my sister's.

In actual fact, I'd be
frightened to have sex
with a women now

that she'd just turn around
and accuse me of rape.

-Why?
-'Cause it happens all the time.

It doesn't happen all the time.

Check your facts, okay!

Get yourself informed!

People need to know
what's really going on here,

because it's dark.

The natural order's
been overturned.

This is scientifically proven,
okay.

I can show you hundreds
of scientific and historical
theses that support this.

When gender roles follow
the biological, natural order,

men thrived, women were content,

the economy was good.

Then men went to war
and died for their country,

and women took their jobs.

Men's status has been
eroded so slowly,

no one noticed.
But we wake up now,

and masculinity is toxic.

Touching women on the elbow
is sexual assault.

Helping a woman
understand something
is mansplaining.

You make a joke,
and 50 feminazis cut you down!

Do you want them? Or do you
not want them? Women.

They are snakes with tits.

Why did you take a break?

'Cause I wanted to batter him.

You're doing really well, Neil,
but we need to know
if there are more bombs.

It won't work.
He's feeding on me
pushing him.

He's getting off
on the power trip
of not answering.

Do you think
the way you found out
about my affair was bad?

But you tell me what
you've done like that,
in here. Jesus Christ!

It was time
to tell the truth.

Let's just both tell the truth.

You want me today,
'cause I'm the guy today.

But when I'm not...

You don't.

Well, she doesn't
want you either.

-Has Professor Gordon gone?
-Yes.

Yep. She's gone.

I checked my facts.

False claims of rape
are actually rarer than false
claims of other kinds of crime.

Safi, see what you...

-About toxic...
-Aye.

To me, toxic masculinity
isn't that men are toxic.

So, the old idea of what a man
should be, doesn't work
for men or women.

Look at him,
clutching his pearls.

What are you trying
to achieve?

What does taking your loneliness
out on innocent people achieve?

Not innocent.

I'll inspire others
to join the rebellion.

To shake the foundations
of society.

To subjugate the voice
of oppressors.

Normies, Stacys, Chads.

-Have you ever heard
of the Moonies?
-No.

A year ago,
you got into Gyno Slam,

which is more black pill
than the incel forums
you'd visited up to that point.

-Would that be fair?
-Guess so.

And very early on,

in response to a post called,
"Bitches are the problem."
"Rape is the answer,"

-you posted a reply. Remember?
-No.

You posted:

"Do you ever wonder
if your attitude to women

"might be a factor
in your failure with them?"

You tell me what happened next.

I left the forum.

No, you were booted
off the forum.
You were bullied off of it.

You were cancelled
by the brotherhood.

You changed
your user name
and joined Beta Room,

a forum as extreme
as Gyno Slam,

but you barely
posted anything at first.

It's as if you were
learning the ropes.

You closely follow one
or two leading lights.

One guy in Australia,
another in Canada.

Who we'll be talking to.

And then you start
posting stuff. Strong stuff,
violent stuff.

You rise up the ranks.
You're in with the big boys.

You hero-worship
Elliot Rodger, the incel
who killed six people.

You adopt the name Elliot,
and then you start boasting
about outdoing him.

The big boys,
say you won't do it.

You say you'll prove them wrong.

I did prove them wrong.

The Moonies were
a religious cult.

Before, we used to joke
about being brainwashed
by the Moonies.

We'd say groomed now
or radicalised.

They found lost souls.

Offered them an identity,
an ideology and a community,
and certainty.

And that's key in a cult.
Doubt's a no-no.

If you question,
you're part of the problem.
You get it in the neck.

Like you did.

Only you went back for more.

You nearly got away.

Six people would still be alive.

Do you know what
would have happened, son?

Instead of spending the rest
of your life in jail,
like you're going to.

I think you're gonna tell me.

You'd have grown
out of it. You'd have
ditched all that.

The lies, the hate
and the blame,

'cause it wouldn't have
served you any more.

You'd have moved on.

There are no more bombs
out there.

Yes!

Sarah.

I thought you'd stand me up.

Why?

Because I said such awful things
to you the other night.

You laugh when you're nervous.

I do.

-It's disconcerting.
-I can't help it.

Look, I said awful things.

I rushed you. I blew it.

No, you didn't.

I do not expect anything
from you.

Good.

I love you.

I don't know how to take that.

Sorry. I'm... I'm serious.

If you still...

I would love to be with you.

I need to talk to Campbell.
I don't know how I'm gonna...

It's gonna be...

I just need time.