Original subtitles

[thunder rumbling]

[birdsong]

[man] Look. I think we should handle this like we always do.

-What are the pros, what are the cons? -[woman] Okay.

[man] Well, pro, it's the ultimate get-out for family gatherings.

"It's killing me to not come to your wedding,

but I'm just super busy

running the country right now."

-Con. -Hmm.

Sylvie'll have a camera pointed in her face

every time she goes out.

[man sighs] Mmm.

Pro.

-You can change the world. -Mmm.

-You know, like, really help people. -[gentle rainfall]

Yeah.

That's why you went into politics in the first place.

-Mmm. [chuckles] -[thunder rumbles]

-[rainfall getting heavier] -Con.

-Mmm? -I'm shit on TV.

-[chuckles] -Mmm… yeah. That's true.

[both laugh]

-[man] Oh! -[woman laughs]

[both chuckling]

[sighs]

-[thunder rumbling] -[sighs]

You know,

if you threw your hat in the ring with the party,

you'd be the instant front-runner.

And then you'd smash it in a general election.

I… I just don't want anything to damage this.

You know, the three of us.

If it ever comes down to a choice,

you'll make the right one.

[under breath] Yeah.

["Can You Feel the Heat Now?" by Tommee Profitt & Fleurie playing]

[crowd cheering]

[loud cheering and applause]

♪ Oh, oh, do you shiver? ♪

♪ Shiver now, skies ablaze ♪

♪ I'm gonna bring you down ♪

♪ I said, "Where?" ♪

♪ "Where you gonna run?" ♪

♪ On the other side, overloaded gun ♪

♪ I need to know ♪

♪ Can you feel the heat now? ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Hey, now, now, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Hey, now, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Hey, now, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Hey, now, now, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Hey, now, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Hey, now, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Hey, now, now, oh, now, now ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

Congratulations

and welcome to Downing Street, Prime Minister.

Thank you.

[Speaker, fading in] Order! Order, order, order, order!

Question to the prime minister. Oliver Bahrami.

-Thank you, Mr. Speaker. -[MPs cheer]

Eight months ago, the prime minister won office

with a promise to fix our NHS and social care system

by gutting the military to pay for it.

Now, thanks to the right honorable lady,

you can fit the entire British Army into Wembley Stadium.

[raucous laughter]

And still have room for the away fans of her beloved Oldham FC.

Meanwhile… meanwhile, on her watch,

the National Health Service faces an acute supply crisis

of vital cancer drugs and other medications,

pushing thousands of people to the brink of desperation and death.

[shouts of agreement]

So isn't it time she finally apologized for utterly failing the British people?

[tense music playing]

[digital bleeps]

[man 1, in French] As I discussed with Léopold when I visited last week,

these people are doctors from Médecins Sans Frontières.

They're here to offer free vaccinations to the kids

and health checks for everyone!

Men, women, children, everyone!

-[man 2] Hi. Bonjour. -Oui.

Bonjour.

[digital bleeps]

[Bahrami] We are now weeks into this crisis,

yet the government's so-called strategy

seems to amount to little more than going cap in hand to the French.

Today, as the prime minister begins this critical summit

with President Toussaint,

the public needs real assurances

that we are not walking into these talks naked.

[loud yelling]

-[yelling fades] -I'm confused, Mr. Speaker.

I thought the right honorable gentleman wanted a deal.

[cheering]

Oh, well, he's nodding. Good.

-Well, let me explain what that means. -[laughter]

Grit, compromise, not selling out

or accepting anything less than what our people need.

[cheering and booing]

Every week, we play the same game.

I'm supposed to blame his party for years of underinvestment in the NHS,

he fires back, and around we go, so…

why don't we try being honest for once?

-Hmm. -[shouting]

I will end this shortage.

Nothing will distract me from that.

[gun clicks]

[dramatic music playing]

[aide] Your PMQs statement is trending.

Expectations around this summit were already sky-high.

Now you've gone on record that the French are the answer.

We'd better get a result, then.

[man] Her car's in Trafalgar Square. She's three minutes out.

[Abigail] I need to get changed.

So I read your update on the SOS Méditerranée.

They've confirmed another 12 cases of Ebola.

It brings the total to 79.

-They're being treated on board for now. -[sighs]

-[sighs] It's just awful. -But potentially useful.

[Abigail] Look, even if Toussaint wanted to,

she can't afford to bring a boatload of refugees

and park it on French soil

six weeks out from a presidential election.

No, but we could, in return for the medication we need.

I thought you'd be happier.

About using people fleeing persecution to our advantage?

-Thrilled. -We can't give this issue away.

Ready?

Hair? Makeup?

No, I'm fine, but you knock yourself out.

[aide] You have to apologize for the hot-mic incident.

Incident? Is that really what we're calling it now?

To quote, "Toussaint is a handmaiden to the hard right."

I'm not apologizing for her reelection campaign.

[tense music playing]

What happened to the greeting I learned?

The Foreign Office felt this language was more… What's the word? Neutral.

[Abigail] Hold on.

[sighs]

[exhales heavily]

Let's go.

-[reporters clamoring] -[man] Prime Minister!

[camera shutters clicking]

Madam President, just one question for you.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

[front door closes]

[in French] On behalf of the British people,

I am honored to welcome you to Downing Street.

-[in English] No, that's all I've got. -Oh.

That's 15 words more than your predecessor managed.

Right. [laughs]

You wouldn't believe the conversations we had

about how long I should be shaking your hand.

-I hope that was okay for you. -Yes, it's fine.

[Toussaint] Mm-hm.

I could learn a thing or two from you about the photographers, though.

I think, with you, it's all about the face muscles.

You should avoid tense expressions.

Okay, I'll bear that in mind.

Ahem. Is your husband not joining us?

I didn't want him to feel like a spare part.

I know yours is, uh… away working.

[man 1, in French] Come on, everybody. The doctors are ready.

This way. Come closer to the tent.

Allez, allez, allez.

-[giggles] -[Alex laughs]

[vehicles approaching]

[in French] You can go now.

[all shouting]

-[man 2, in English] We're not armed! -[gunman] Allez!

-[Alex] Okay. -[man 2] Listen. Listen!

-[man 2] We're here to help! -[Alex] Noah, keep your mouth shut!

We work for Médecins Sans Frontières.

[man 1] Attendez, s'il vous plaît! S'il vous plaît!

[screaming]

-No, leave him alone! -No, Maya. Don't move.

-Don't move. -[woman 1] Please. Please.

-Sh! Sh. -[Maya whimpering]

[Abigail] Oh my goodness.

Goodness, that's… beautiful.

A replica of the Field of the Cloth of Gold,

a summit in the 16th century

between Henry VIII and King François I de France.

They held it in the hopes of increasing the bonds of friendship

between both countries.

Yes. I have heard of that, but the kings, they wrestled, didn't they?

[clicks tongue] Yes.

Henry lost.

[woman] Uh, Madam President, Prime Minister?

-This is very thoughtful. Thank you. -You're welcome. Ahem.

[man] Let's adjourn to the next room.

-[Abigail] Water? -Yes, please.

Non, merci.

[door closes]

Ahem.

I'd like to apologize for my comments that were made public.

"A handmaiden to the hard right."

Mmm. I actually found it quite amusing.

Liberal outrage.

Well, you can't deny that your positions have radically changed.

The world has changed. I'm listening to my people.

You're listening to extremists.

Ah. I'm appealing to a silent majority who values national identity,

just like your people chose to do.

Even if it risks destabilizing a country?

I'm not the one struggling to preserve the unity, well-being,

and basic health of my people.

-Look. -[tense music playing]

We need your help with our NHS crisis,

and you need ours with your immigration problem.

Our problem is caused by the UK.

Your border security is soft.

That's the only reason why people risk crossing the Channel.

You want us to better police our borders?

No. I want to police them for you.

The president is requesting French troops be posted on British soil

to deter the flow of migrants.

The French people need to feel that this border is safe.

I'm willing to supply the manpower to do it.

On sovereign soil of the United Kingdom?

No.

The deal that's on the table

is a stable supply of cancer drugs and other medications from France

in return for the UK taking in and treating the people

on board the SOS Méditerranée.

The people on board that boat are of no interest to me.

You can't mean that.

Well, we've made a start. Perhaps we should revisit this after lunch.

[under breath] Wow.

Ma'am. She's back.

[pop music playing]

♪ Thank you for your patience, baby ♪

♪ Now to let a little Old-fashioned heartbreak in my life ♪

♪ To keep me occupied… ♪

Sylvie?

Jess's dad called me.

You lied to me.

You told me you were going to Jess's, not getting drunk in central London.

We weren't making any trouble.

One photograph of you doing something stupid will stay with you forever.

Don't you think I know that?

I'm upset about Granddad, too, Sylvie, but this is a big year for you.

You've got your exams, college.

I need to be able to trust you.

-Can I see him? -[Abigail] Yes, maybe tonight.

-Are you listening to me? This is serious. -[sighs]

Can I at least have my phone? Ayesha took it.

-[scoffs] -♪ To keep me occupied… ♪

Stay off social media.

-Am I on the news? -No.

-I think we dodged that bullet. Just. -[sighs]

Wish Dad was here.

Well, so do I, sweetheart.

He'll call us later, when he's done for the day.

[knocking]

Sorry, Prime Minister, but I need you for the sports initiative photo op,

wearing either these or these?

Uh, your choice.

Let me ask my focus group.

[chuckles]

[dramatic music playing]

[music quietens]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[sighs]

Thank you.

[tense music playing]

-[knock at door] -[Abigail] Yes?

So, according to our friend Wiki,

Toussaint played point guard at university,

which means I'm about to have my arse handed to me.

Is there any reason why we didn't choose a sport I'm vaguely familiar with?

[grunts]

I could've crushed her at table tennis.

[exhales] What's wrong?

Thirty minutes ago,

a Médecins Sans Frontières Jeep was found abandoned in Oyapock, French Guiana.

A translator is dead.

Alex and three other British doctors are missing.

Prime Minister, it's our belief your husband has been abducted.

No.

You should take a moment.

Has anyone claimed responsibility?

Not as yet. It's the first incident we've had in the region.

It's why there was no additional protection for Alex.

Have we any idea why they were taken?

It's usually about money, but we are yet to receive a ransom request.

Are we running rescue scenarios?

We don't have resources in the region to effect an immediate response.

But the French do. It's their territory. Do they know about it yet?

-I don't think so. -[sighs]

How dangerous is it to trust Toussaint with this?

It could put you in a weaker position for the negotiations if you ask for help.

But when they do find out about it,

the question will soon become why we kept it secret from them,

so maybe we… we… we get in front of this.

Fuck.

Either way, I think we should assemble the Cabinet.

-We have to keep this need-to-know. -Prime Minister, I strongly advise--

This'll leak within minutes if we share this with them.

There are people who would jump at the opportunity to take advantage of this.

-There is a protocol to follow-- -I said no.

[breathing shakily]

You can brief Ayesha and Zadie,

and Tristan can run point with MI6,

but that's as wide as we go with this for now,

so just keep Toussaint busy while I figure out how to tell my daughter.

[breathing unsteadily]

[game chiming]

Is it Granddad?

[phone beeps]

It's a video. From Dad.

Why does he look like that?

Mum? Mum!

-[Abigail] Ayesha! -Mum!

-What's going on? -I need you to listen to me.

We think your dad and his team may have been abducted.

-We're trying to locate them. -Why? They're just doctors.

We don't know. We're gonna do everything we can.

-I'm sorry. Get that to MI6. A video. -I wanna see him. Give it back!

-It needs analyzing. It's Alex. Shh! -Let me see it! Give it back!

-We need to let them watch it first. Okay? -[hyperventilating]

-Come here, come here, come here. -[yelps]

Come here. Sh. Shh.

[sirens blaring]

[protestors chanting]

[man, in French] Not letting that boat dock in Calais is leading the news.

It's a perfect wedge issue for us.

Great. Next time, you can come and get spat at with me.

They must have missed that one off our wedding vows.

No, no, I am more use here running your campaign.

I have to go. [sighs]

[protestors, in English] Shame on you! Shame on you!

Shame on you! Shame on you!

[aide, in French] Your stepson is part of the protest.

Shame on you! Shame on you!

Shame on you! Shame on you!

-Shame on you! Shame on you! -[helicopter whirs overhead]

Shame on you!

[aide, in French] Yes, sweetie.

Daddy's going to do bedtime for the next few nights,

but I'll send you little videos.

Yes, yes, of the big black door.

Big, big kisses.

Mummy loves you very much. Bye.

-Adrienne. -[in English] Good location.

-Great optics. -Mmm.

Voilà.

-Where's Dalton? -She'll be right along.

She has business to attend to.

I seriously can't understand why she would ever consider getting rid of you.

[siren passes]

Unless the rumors are not true.

Well,

I was her predecessor's appointment,

so it's perfectly possible she'd want to bring in new blood.

It's entirely her prerogative.

Just looking at that photographer. Nice big smiles. Thank you.

[quietly] I called…

Police escort's standing by to…

I'm going to need the president back at Downing Street.

[suspenseful music playing]

-[reporters clamoring] -[woman] Will you be…

-This way, please. -[Toussaint] Thank you.

[lock bleeps]

What is that?

A transcript of a video you're about to watch.

It concerns a live hostage situation in French Guiana.

Play it.

Is that…

Yes.

[Alex] "The path of least resistance is the easiest to walk."

"It takes no imagination or ingenuity."

[man, in French] Read it out loud.

Go on.

Read!

[in English] "You need to take that path now, Abigail."

"You need to resign as prime minister by 1:00pm GMT tomorrow."

"Then we will release Doctors Jacobs, Odari, Lambert, and me."

"If you fail to comply with this simple request,

then one of us will die, and we'll try again."

"Don't resist the path."

I'm so sorry, Abigail.

We have 22 hours to respond.

Do we have any intel that could identify who the captors are?

Not at present, ma'am. Our man on the ground in Venezuela is on the move.

One man? You weren't kidding about gutting the military.

Obviously, I've taken a risk sharing this with you,

but I'm being completely transparent.

You should know I have no intention of resigning,

but this is French territory,

so I'll need you to deploy your military and bring him home.

[sighs]

Let's work with the local police and our networks on the ground

to locate the kidnappers.

Once we have a location, we'll deploy the Légion étrangère.

We'll go in hard and fast. We'll bring your husband back.

Thank you.

[Adrienne] In the meantime,

you have a press conference starting in six minutes.

Cancel it.

Any deviation from our planned events will get people talking,

and that could put Alex and the others in more jeopardy.

I agree.

You sure you're up to this?

Yes.

Before we start, I'd like to offer an apology to President Toussaint.

A few months ago at a conference in Delhi,

I made a private comment over an open microphone,

which was unhelpful and ungenerous.

President Toussaint is trying to win a second mandate from her people,

and it's easy to stand on the sidelines and judge her for that.

-I was wrong. -[reporters] Madam President!

[woman] What do you think of this apology?

Simon Kingsley, The Times.

President Toussaint,

the UK is nearly a month into a medicine supply chain crisis

that has been causing a shortage in lifesaving cancer drugs

and a range of medications in the UK.

Our government seems unable to help the British people. Will you?

A teacher once told me that the famous French hatred of the British

is all for show.

We despise you out loud, but we know what we owe you.

We go a long way back, our two nations,

but our bond requires something active from both of us to keep it in place.

That's why I'm pleased to announce, as a sign of good faith,

Prime Minister Dalton has agreed

to let the SOS Méditerranée dock in the UK,

in order for the refugees on board to be treated and housed here.

I'm confident that this gesture will prove to be the icebreaker that we both need.

[reporters clamoring]

-What the fuck? -Careful. Your mic might be on.

You're using this situation to play me. You…

Putting politics aside, even on a basic fucking human level--

On a human level, I feel for you and your daughter, Abigail.

As for putting politics aside,

if you wanted your husband back, you could've made that choice.

No. We don't give in to terrorists.

Yeah, we always say that, but you could. You absolutely could.

But you won't because you don't want to give up your power. At least admit it.

I'm the last person on earth who's going to judge you for that.

So taking in that boat is the cost of bringing Alex back?

You told me you didn't even care about those people.

No. I told you they weren't of interest to me as part of the deal.

Even though you were more than happy to use them as bargaining chips, I wasn't.

Listen, I'm going to help you bring your husband back,

but when he's home, you're gonna have to give me what I came here for.

French border forces on UK soil.

I can't lose this election, Abigail.

See you tonight.

[dramatic music playing]

[phone beeps]

[music fades]

I am gonna bring your dad home.

How?

I'll find a way.

[poignant music playing]

What do they even want?

It's complicated.

Mum, I know there are times when you can't tell me stuff.

This isn't one of them.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to him.

You have to believe that.

Yeah.

I don't think your granddad can handle this right now.

So we won't tell him.

[chuckles sadly] He always sees right through me.

[Sylvie] Granddad!

[Granddad] Oh!

[laughs]

[monitors bleeping]

[Granddad chuckles]

-Oh! -[Sylvie chuckles]

[Granddad sighs]

I know.

Last thing you need is me dying in the middle of your summit.

-You're not dying. -Only because you won't let me.

Huh.

Oh, what's this? Contraband?

-Cheese and pickle. -Ooh!

Right, put it in my drawer.

I'll have it later when they're not looking, eh?

[Sylvie chuckles]

[Abigail] Hey.

What's going on?

-What's happened? -Nothing.

Come on. You're a terrible poker player.

It's my fault, actually.

I got in a bit of trouble for getting drunk with my mate.

-[Granddad] Sylvie Jane! -[Sylvie] I know, it was stupid.

I won't do it again.

Yes, you will.

Listen, you've got to be smart.

I know it seems unfair, but normal rules, they don't apply to us.

Not anymore.

Right. [sighs]

Crack open the Scrabble. I'll whip you both.

One quick game.

I have to go back for a reception.

Oh, la-di-da!

[both laugh]

[Granddad grunts]

[melancholy music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

[door opens]

[sighs]

Shall we?

[piano playing softly]

[camera shutters clicking]

-[man] Madame? -[woman 1] Good evening, Madame.

-[man] Bonsoir! -[woman 1] Hello.

-Thank you. -[woman 2] Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

[woman 1] Thank you!

-[in French] Did we find the doctors? -Not yet.

[Toussaint] Let me know as soon as they've been located.

[Adrienne] Yes, of course.

[Toussaint] And the polling I asked for after the press conference?

[Adrienne] You'll have it in a few hours.

Forcing Dalton to take the migrants on British soil

was a masterstroke, Madam President.

Merci.

-Has Matheo arrived? -Yes, he's here.

He brought his girlfriend.

Hmm.

[in English] Hey.

-Hey. -Hey.

-You okay? -Yeah.

-Yeah? -It's just your average Thursday night.

-Right? -Yeah. Yeah. Don't be nervous.

Fuck 'em. They're lucky to have us, honestly.

You look amazing.

[in French] There you are.

How are you? Good suit.

[in English] This is Saskia.

Such a pleasure to meet you, Madam President.

And you. I'm just sorry I wasn't better prepared.

I usually have a briefing memo put together for Matheo's plus ones.

She's joking.

[chuckles]

[in French] Where did you find this one?

It's serious between us.

You should try and be a little nicer.

[in English] I should go. See you inside.

-Lovely meeting you, Saskia. -Mm-hmm. You too.

Wow, um… She's intimidating.

-What did she say? -She liked your dress.

[laughs]

[tense music playing]

[people breathing unsteadily]

-[sobbing] -[Alex] Hey. Hey.

They'll be putting a rescue together.

It's gonna be all right.

[laughter]

[aide] Uh, Ambassador…

[Abigail] Pleasure to meet you.

And you.

Thank you.

What is it you do for pleasure? For joy? If you don't mind me asking.

Compulsive masturbation.

[laughs]

Online poker.

Before bed or in the night. Away from everyone and their noise.

I don't know if it brings me joy, but it clears my head.

We're never alone, and yet it is so fucking lonely.

He'll be home soon.

-Yeah. -Take it till I get back.

Excuse me.

We've located the doctors.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

[soft piano music plays]

[Toussaint sighs]

-Did she leave already? -No, she's in the bathroom.

-Why did you invite me here? -Why did you come?

To thank you for helping save those people on the boat.

Oh. You should be thanking Abigail Dalton.

-I'll introduce you. -It was your idea.

I saw the press conference. I know how you operate.

The woman I remember, the one I campaigned for,

she believed in positive change.

Don't romanticize me. I always did the right thing politically.

Mmm. Like marrying my old man?

-He understands the challenge, the game. -Mmm.

It doesn't hurt that he owns a news channel and two papers though.

Now he's pushing you

to the right.

They all are.

You're better than this.

Stop with the protests.

If a photographer had seen you, the stepson of the president…

[in French] Sorry, but they need you.

Mmm.

[suspenseful music resumes]

[static crackling]

[in English] Our agent made it into French Guiana two hours ago.

He used a local contact to track the doctors to an abandoned compound.

[Toussaint] Does he get a knighthood for that?

No, but I'll name a bloody bridge after him.

[hits keys]

I think they're bringing them out.

-What's his name? -[Tristan] Thomas Mercer.

Thomas, this is Abigail Dalton.

-Do you see him? -Negative, ma'am. Not yet.

Ah, here we go. They're getting ready to transport them.

-Where's backup? -[aide] Support is incoming.

[indistinct radio chatter in French]

[aide] We're running facial recognition to confirm IDs first.

[phone buzzes]

[Toussaint gasps]

[man] That's a positive identification on Doctors Lambert and Jacobs.

-And one more. Dr. Odari. -[aide] And what about Alex?

Oh God. That's him. How far are your men?

We are two minutes out. We just need the order. Madam President?

Vivienne, give the order.

What's the matter?

[Dr. Lambert gasps]

[Alex] Hey. Easy. Easy.

[grunts]

Jesus. What are you waiting for?

Your… your troops are on a fucking chopper. Give the order!

-Abort. -[Abigail] What?

You… you can't do that.

[in French] Abort the mission.

[man on radio speaks French]

Abort mission. Abort mission.

-[in English] They're moving out. -Uh, stay on them.

Copy. Over.

-Give us the room? Give us the room! -[Tristan] Yes, ma'am.

[door closes]

Why are you changing your mind? What's happened?

Look, if you won't help me bring Alex back, then… then who will?

-What am I supposed to tell my daughter? -Tell her you're gonna have to resign.

That's the only way to get him back.

[dramatic music continues]