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The UK is under attack by a suspected foreign power.

Do you know what the government's response is?

Neither do I.

Gregory Knox? DS Flynn, homicide.

I need you to follow me quickly and quietly.

Get in.

The cameras on Flynn's ward

were isolated on a secure network controlled from the seventh floor of CTC.

Operation Vanguard is compromised.

Thanks to us,

a core member of Napier's team was given a full, unrestricted pass.

Louie, Rachel.

Whoever's behind this is watching everything we do.

Who do we know with that much access?

I'm advocating the use of racial profiling wherever it keeps us safe.

- Minister, we have to... - I'm finished.

As with everything else we've discussed, Khadija,

you keep this under wraps.

Until you can give me everything,

the deepfake scandal.

Mr. Turner, why won't you respond to the love child allegations

made by Victoria Bello?

In case you haven't noticed, Isaac,

you've just lost your job in government.

- It's over. - No!

Welcome to the nightmare that is Correction, Isaac.

This is a bad time.

Well, I can't choose when Mum and Dad go on a city break.

I've got tons I want to talk to you about.

I'm starting a podcast.

Maybe you can tell me about it tomorrow.

Don't worry, I'll sleep now you're here.

It's been like this since the burglary

which is weird because that happened in the daytime

when I wasn't even home.

What burglary?

Thought Dad would've told you?

You were burgled months ago and nobody told me?

I'm a police detective.

Dad probably didn't want to bother you.

We all know how busy you are.

Boiler's on a timer.

If you want a shower, you've got five minutes.

- Where are we going? - Not far.

That's why you said to come down?

So you could tell me not to walk around your flat naked?

Exactly.

Does the idea of my naked body offend you, Rachel?

It...

It's not the most private of flats.

What does that mean?

The neighbours? Can they see in?

Something like that.

What, are they perverts?

Why don't you just go and arrest them?

I'm working on it.

Look, it's just a suspicion, okay? But it's a...

It's a pretty strong suspicion,

so just definitely don't walk around naked.

Yeah, I get it. Jesus!

Why don't you just tell me all this upstairs?

Because they listen too.

If it's all the same to you, Rachel,

I don't think I'm gonna stay much longer.

Actually, I, um...

I sort of need you to stay for as long as you said you would.

I mean, if you change the plan,

they might assume it's because I've told you.

- And? - And I don't want them to know

that I know that they're watching.

And what? I'm supposed to hang out in the flat while they spy on me?

You'd be surprised how quickly you get used to it.

You are fucking weird.

Dad?

There's more! Look!

Eleven, twelve, thirteen,

fourteen, fifteen...

sixteen...

- Isaac! - ...seventeen, eighteen.

The recently dismissed Minister for Security, Isaac Turner,

is yet to respond to requests for comment.

Miss Bello claims the affair happened four years ago

while the MP was visiting Nigeria.

Now she and her three-year-old son are applying for British citizenship,

amid questions of political assistance and interference.

I told McKenzie to shut this down.

- You knew about it? - I... I knew it was circling.

Did Zac Turner use his power at the Home Office

to block this young woman's application?

Why didn't you tell me?

There... there's nothing to tell. It's a baseless smear.

- You two. Upstairs. - And stay away from the TV.

She's got an iPhone, Isaac.

Minster Isaac Turner and Home Sec...

- Hello. - Have you seen it?

Of course you've seen it. Look, I need you to find paperwork

before anyone else gets their claws into it.

We need the full timeline of Bello's application

to show there was no interference from our department.

I've moved to Policy, Isaac. I don't work for...

I know you don't work for me anymore, I'm not an idiot.

I... I just guessed you might be interested in helping me,

seeing as this implicates you too.

You know I'd want to help you...

But?

You're a bit toxic right now.

All right, so you're still checking my numbers?

Why did you say those things?

Look, I'm working on something.

By the time I'm done, it won't be me who's toxic.

I'll do what I can.

I am not one of your fawning staff, I am not Aliza. I am your wife.

What is going on?

Will you stay?

Fine.

But I want us to spend the evening together.

What did you have in mind?

Talk? You know, be sisters?

And I want to tell you about my podcast.

Tonight. Sounds good.

Can I help you?

I tried calling you, ma'am.

Uh, DSU Garland instructed me to run the homicide reports in your absence?

And?

I just wondered if you had any guidance for me?

I'm on compassionate leave.

Yes, DSU Garland mentioned that. I just...

didn't want to tread on your toes.

Without checking.

What's the status on Vanguard?

No change.

- The camera networks? - Assumed compromised.

Tech's working on a solution.

Update me when they have one.

Meanwhile, cross-check ballistics and forensics from the hospital

against the attacks on Edison Yao and Joseph Mwangi.

Yes, ma'am.

That should keep you busy.

Is it even safe to talk?

For now.

We've swept the hardware, found no devices.

Assuming the compromise came via the network, it's neutralized.

- It's offline. - But?

Well, we could open the beach.

But it's not safe to go back in the water.

Soon as the ops room's back online, it's at risk.

Where the fuck are we supposed to go if they can hack us here?

Look, it's maybe not my place to ask, Guv, but...

are we doing enough to rule out internal compromise?

Anyone in particular you're concerned about?

No one in particular. I just don't want to move the op,

only to find out the problem's moved with us.

You're right, Tom. It's not your place.

Understood.

What are you doing?

Yeah, I don't know what kind of microphones they have out there!

I don't even know if the house is safe.

For fuck's sake!

Our police protection?

For all we know, it's them that's bugged the place.

Did you have eyes on the whole time?

Eyes on? Why would they want to bug us?

It's the kind of thing I can't get into, Simmy. Security things.

I'm not talking about security things

I'm asking about the woman on the news who said she had your child.

Yeah, Victoria. She... she... she's a care worker.

She looked after mum. At the end.

So, you know her.

We met at the funeral.

And now what?

She's just cooked this up to try and get into the country?

It's bigger than that.

Somebody else is behind it. At first, I thought it was China,

you know, trying to smear me in the run-up the Facial Rec contract...

And now?

Now...

Who turned that off?

Who turned it off?

Isaac, enough!

You tripped the switch.

Look, I'm... I'm... I'm sorry for all the need-to-know crap.

I just need you to trust me.

What's all this?

On behalf of Miss Bello,

we have written to Mr. Turner this morning,

requesting a sample of his DNA for paternity testing.

If Mr. Turner fails to provide a sample within seven days,

then we will begin court proceedings.

Miss Bello claims the affair happened four years ago

while the MP was visiting Nigeria.

She and her three-year-old son...

- ...are applying for visas... - No, no, this...

This isn't about China. It's not about Facial Rec.

This is about me.

Someone's trying to destroy me.

Isaac Turner has found himself at the centre of an immigration scandal.

- The question still remains, was there... - This ring any bells?

I thought you said you could shut this story down?

- I stopped the BBC from breaking it. - It's not on the BBC.

It's all different channels these days, McKenzie.

I had such high hopes for him, you know.

From the person who sacked him?

I didn't have much of a choice.

This is hardly going to help his chances of bouncing back.

Sir? Commander Hart to see you.

And more shit, hot off the shovel.

- Home Secretary. - Alright, Danny. Have you seen this?

It's your daily briefing on Vanguard, Sir.

Go on, McKenzie. Fuck off.

Uh, following last night's attack,

the operation remains profoundly compromised.

Comms and camera networks are not secure.

Our technical staff are working round the clock to safeguard the op,

- but until then... - It's 1956.

- Yeah. - Who's doing this?

Our focus is widening.

Uh, suspects besides China are being exported.

Thought as much. Just typical.

- I'm sorry? - It may have been possible.

Who knows what Beijing are thinking? It just didn't sound right to me.

You've lost me, Home Secretary.

China didn't need to strong-arm us into the Facial Rec contract.

They had it in the bag.

But why commission Turner's report, if your mind was already made up?

The public need to see a process, Danny.

All voices aired. And Turner's concerns are valid.

China poses a security risk.

Uh, yes. We know.

Yeah, then you should also know that the risk posed by going with China

is the same as the risk posed by not going with China.

If they feel like hacking us, that is in their gift!

So who would you go with?

After China, who else is there?

Everything the Home Secretary says backs up Rachel Carey's theory.

China's going to lose the Facial Rec bid,

the US are waiting in line.

You still don't trust her?

The jury is very much out on that.

Did she seem stable to you?

You mean after she found DS Flynn murdered?

Mm.

What's Frank got to say for himself?

So far, he's proving elusive.

Mm.

We need a clean shop and secure comms.

If Frank's not to blame, he can bloody well help.

Doorstep him if you have to.

Remind him the special relationship is meant to be reciprocal.

What was that?

Take it back. Take it... take it back.

I'm afraid I can't take it back. We're midway through a procedure.

You saw that lump, didn't you?

Try to remember, these tests are a precaution

while we await the reports from your biopsy and CT.

If the results are still unclear,

we will move on to capsule endoscopy.

I had one of those, didn't I?

No. With capsule endoscopy,

you'll swallow a small pill containing a wireless camera,

which passes through the small intestine, taking and transmitting

many hundreds of video images for analysis.

It's remarkable.

The things that can be done with cameras nowadays.

Is that so?

I'm sorry, but the person you've called isn't...

First, Rowan's not answering my calls, now, Rhys.

I stop being a Minister for, what, ten minutes, I'm a pariah.

If I was still at the Home Office,

I'd have the PR war machine gunning for these pricks!

Well, you're not at the Home Office.

You're at home.

Can I make a suggestion? Just agree to the paternity test.

Don't you see? There won't be a paternity test

because they'll fake it.

Like they fake everything else. Hello?

Does your property have rear access?

Thanks so much for coming to Chez Turner.

Uh, sorry for the attire.

Uh, Simone.

Uh, this is Detective Carey.

Rachel.

- Do you mind if I, um... - Yes. Yes. Ah.

- Can you press enter for me? - I thought you didn't trust the police.

Yeah. I mean, I... I trust her.

And...

All clear?

From now on,

if you want to contact me, I'd like you to use this.

Would you mind if I had a word with the Minister in private?

Former Minister. Keep up.

Yeah, it's him.

How confident are you?

I'm confident.

Those are the guys I saw getting into the grey van.

UH, can you ID him?

With that mask, Facial Rec won't be easy.

That's if I can even find someone I trust enough to run the search.

If I give this to SO15, they'll want to know where it came from.

Yeah, and you can hardly say you were wearing a hidden camera.

Well, no.

Uh, well...

I got the Home Secretary to admit the government's complicit in Correction.

Khadija's tie-cam? You did it?

To be honest, I have no idea

how I managed to record anything over the thumping of my heart.

I kept thinking he'd "suss" me any second!

So, I mean, does... does that give us enough?

To take to Khadija?

- Against Correction? - Mm.

I've barely got my foot in the door.

I need to witness the UK Correction Program from the inside.

I need to record enough evidence to prove

what they're capable of, beyond doubt.

And I need to do it all without getting caught.

So... so, what are you thinking, potentially? Months?

I don't know.

- Years? - I don't know.

The people involved in this...

they'll stop at nothing to keep it secret.

You've seen the latest?

The Lagos thing?

Well, I... I wasn't sure if that was...

So, what? You thought it was real?

You're a politician.

- I'm not that kind of politician. - I wasn't judging.

It's all part of it.

I mean, you said yourself.

This isn't China trying to take our Facial Rec.

Someone wants to destroy me.

You must have made some powerful enemies.

I'm trying to catch the man who killed my friend.

If we can get to him, maybe he can fill in the blanks.

I think I know someone who can help.

I don't appreciate your minion telling me to a private appointment,

much less reporting it.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Taking her under your wing.

On behalf of the service, I apologize for DCI Carey's behaviour.

- As regards your privacy... - Stomach.

- They think. - Jesus.

Frank.

Got me waiting by the phone like a lovesick twelve-year-old.

- Who's your doctor? - Stanley fucking Kubrick.

Shoved a camera up my ass, down my throat.

Now he wants me to swallow one whole, like my stomach hasn't been through enough

fireball spitting all night long.

I'm sorry.

What about the embassy? Are they looking after you?

I haven't told them.

You're sick, they look at you differently.

Like you're some sort of fucking nonentity.

I kept mine to myself.

You had cancer?

Told work I was glamping in the Hebrides.

In fact, I was having my thyroid gland removed at the Royal Marsden.

I was lucky.

- Well, relatively. - Wow.

Never came back? No chemo?

Complete remission for seven years.

Mazel tov.

What do you put that down to?

Sorry, I didn't... I didn't ask you here to swap health stories.

And now I can't even ask you what I need to.

Because I'm sick?

Didn't you just hear what I said?

The BBC suffered a second hack.

This time, direct on the News Night studio.

The hardware, sabotaged.

Still haven't heard a question.

We ran checks on everybody who had access to the equipment.

- With one exception. - You think it's the kid I sent, huh?

You think Louie sabotaged your news program?

I mean, Jesus Christ.

I was trying to do you a fucking favour.

I had to ask.

Whoever's behind this has the capacity to compromise Operation Vanguard entirely.

Beijing.

Our suspicions are shifting away from China.

Ah. Where are they shifting to?

I could share that. If you were prepared to help.

You... you accuse me of sabotage, and now you want my help?

If the accusation's false, you should have no reason not to.

Mm-mm-mm.

The seventh floor is down. Vanguard needs a new home.

And I'm the little piggy who built his house out of brick.

Can you let us in?

I'll consider it.

Can you consider it soon? Our officers are being killed.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about that.

Flynn.

Fucking shame.

- Faith. - How's that?

What I put my recovery down to.

- Fuck off. - Well, I was hardly devout.

I quit Sunday School after they told me

I'd sinned for kissing Sarah Crawley in the Bible cupboard.

But yeah.

It helped.

Revisiting my religion. Prayer. Confession.

Repentance.

Obviously, we're not from the same faith.

We carry the same burdens.

Guilt and regret.

If you want to give yourself the best chance,

you'll free yourself of them.

Who says I have any guilt or regret?

A lifetime in our trade?

Come on, Frank.

Don't tell me your stomach's the only thing

keeping you awake at night?

Ooh.

- Enjoy. - Thank you.

I just came to grab a few things, I'm rushing straight out again.

Due at a conference.

To tell you the truth, I'd rather avoid this place altogether.

Not easy when half your clients are in the same building.

I can see how busy you are.

Oh, no, please. They said they'd be follow-ups.

Your colleagues came to see me this morning.

Has there been a development in the case?

Actually, Mr. Knox.

- I came to ask for your help. - Help?

I understand you have access

to the Xanda Tech Facial Recognition software.

It was well within the CRCs remit to assess Xanda's capabilities...

Mr. Knox, you're not in trouble.

May I show you something?

I see. The mask.

Turner said the Xanda program can "unmask"?

Is this him?

The man who tried to kill me?

The detective who saved your life,

Patrick Flynn...

he died.

You help me, I can bring his killers to justice.

I'll do what I can.

It's getting busy out there.

Maybe I should start canvassing.

Either that or borrow an air rifle from one of the neighbours.

Is there anything else you want to tell me?

- But Lagos? - No, I don't think so.

Oh, I don't...

I didn't even remember that. Wait, is that supposed to be my hand?

Which, the one holding the glass of wine, or the one holding her waist?

Simmy, this... this is... this is faked.

Fake photo. That's what you're going with.

Obviously, not completely fake.

That... I mean, that's not my hand.

- Not your hand? Whose hand is it? - Yeah, you know what I mean.

You look like you're enjoying yourself at the funeral.

Come on.

I mean, that's not... Obviously, it wasn't all doom and gloom.

Now I can see.

Remind me why you didn't take me with you.

Why I didn't take you with...

You're the one who chose not to come.

You don't remember?

Harry was starting nursery.

- You were starting back at work. - You didn't complain, going alone.

Well, it's not exactly like the two of you saw eye-to-eye.

Who sees eye-to-eye with their mother-in-law? You still go!

Well, maybe you should have been there then.

Dad?

- Who took this? - Isaac! Isaac!

Ruby, pack your bag. We're going to Nannie's.

Oi! Oi!

How much did they pay you for it?

Pricks!

Who lives in that house?

The one over there with the green shed?

Oh, uh, Rubes?

I've told her to pack a change of clothes.

- Wait, why? - I'm taking them to Mum's.

Oh, come...

Oh, come on, please. You don't... you don't need to do that.

Simmy, surely you can see this is all fake?

Ruby! And a toothbrush!

I need to work. The kids need to get out the house.

Sim, I didn't put my hand on her waist.

It looked pretty convincing to me.

Just trust me. You have no idea.

Simone, think about it.

If you leave now, how's it going to look?

- You're worried how it's going to look? - Yeah, a bit.

It makes it look like this... this love child nonsense is getting to us.

It is. A bit.

Okay, uh, just at least let me walk you to the car.

Mrs. Turner...

Are you going to stay together?

Where is your relationship at right now?

Mrs. Turner, where are you taking the children?

Mrs. Turner, how are you feeling?

Any comments for us, Mrs. Turner?

Okay, see you later.

Where are the kids going, Mrs. Turner?

Mr. Turner, how are you feeling?

Mr. Turner, please! Couple of moments?

- Mister Turner. - Couple of moments?

I hope you're proud of yourselves.

- I beg your pardon, Mr. Turner? - I said I hope you're proud.

Forcing my family away from their home.

Will you agree to a paternity test, Mr. Turner?

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?

We'd like you to take our questions, Mr. Turner.

You know what? I would take your questions

if I could trust you to report my answers.

But you aren't here for the facts, are you?

You're here to stir the pot.

You're here to turn this nothing of a story into a scandal.

No wonder mainstream media's time is up.

You know what? You're right. Get your phones out!

If you're not part of the mainstream media,

get your phones out and hit the red button

because you cannot trust this lot to tell the truth!

That's not even their fault.

Most of them, all of them, they don't have any idea

how fake their own news is.

They're just doing their job. Chasing stories that don't exist.

Ruining lives without taking responsibility.

How many times have we seen families hounded by the media like this?

And then the truth comes out, and they all move on.

And do they apologize?

- No, of course not. - Yes!

Well, you know what?

I've got news for them. The truth is coming.

And when it comes, you'll know about it.

Believe me, it's going to blow this bullshit right out of the water.

Until then, my advice?

Don't believe a single word they tell you. Excuse me.

- Mr. Turner! - A couple of moments, sir.

Mr. Turner!

Thank you for coming straight away, Mr. Napier.

As we can see from your CT,

there is significant lesser curve gastric wall thickening

with extensive regional adenopathy.

There appears to be extensive lesions within the right lobe of the liver,

and above the diaphragm.

There are multiples of centimetre bilateral pulmonary...

Doc.

I've had a burning in the pit of my stomach for the past four months.

Whatever you got to tell me, I've already imagined it, and worse.

So please, in English.

What am I looking at?

Stage four, stomach cancer.

Once we received the results of your biopsy,

we can make a diagnosis.

Mister Napier?

Patients often find it useful to include a friend or a family member

in this part of the process.

Some want to ask questions, take information on board.

Do you have somebody who could do that?

Isaac Turner lashed out at the press on his doorstep this morning

in a tirade against the British media.

- Have you seen it? - ...families hounded

by the media like this?

And do they apologize? No, of course not! You know what?

I've got some news for them.

The truth is coming.

- Because you cannot trust this lot... - God, he sounds like a religious nut.

Jesus wept.

And when it comes, believe me.

It's gonna blow this bullshit right out of the water!

Until then, my advice?

Don't believe a single word they tell you.

His erratic behaviour is the latest in a long line of scandals

surrounding the...

Do you think our esteemed Home Secretary

regrets allowing Isaac Turner quite so much insight?

It's not like he actually said it.

We're going to wait until he does?

That was not helpful.

It seems to have got the vultures off my drives.

"The truth is coming."

What was that? A teaser?

Don't believe a single word seems to be trending higher.

I've told you what they're capable of.

You want to scream from the rooftops, you will get your chance.

But until I tell you otherwise, just...

Whatever they say, just keep your head down and go along with it.

What about Knox?

Did he agree to help?

After some persuading.

I'm toxic, right?

Maybe this test will buy you some favour.

Test?

Yeah. I just saw your tweet.

Hashtag the real Zach Turner.

Looking forward to paternity test results.

- Nothing to hide. - What the...

That's my study.

I take it that's not you, then.

Isaac?

Isaac?

Hello, everyone.

I just wanted to respond directly and calmly

to the allegations you're hearing about me,

which I can assure you are entirely without merit.

I have nothing to hide,

which is why I'm cooperating with the paternity test.

In fact, I have agreed to appear first thing tomorrow morning on BBC One,

by which time I'm told we can expect the result,

to give my side of the story.

So let's hope they listen.

Looking forward to seeing you all at breakfast.

Once again, nothing to hide.

Well, this is random.

What were you expecting, a bench by the Thames?

It's a CCTV blind spot. I don't get to choose where they are.

You promised me an exclusive.

If Isaac Turner has a meltdown and blurts it out to anyone with a phone,

- that's not exclusive. - He won't.

You sure about that?

You're not just the least bit concerned about where his head's at?

Welcome to the nightmare that is Correction, Isaac.

- Is this Rowan Gill? - Our enemies fake things

that we can't deny...

He bugged the Home Secretary, with your hidden camera.

His head is in the right place.

Worst of all, if we do ever prove it or deny it, we are fucked.

- Why? - You know why!

We're as guilty of it as they are!

- I'm gonna need the file. - Not yet.

Khadija, you know the risks if we move too soon.

Well, make sure Turner stays on point.

You know, we sat on that love child story for him.

He pays us back by ranting against the media?

He was just letting off steam.

Well, two can play at that.

- So good to see you. - You too.

- Rabbi. - Thank you, Rabbi.

You know, Rabbi,

you think about all the good things

that you did in your life and...

And all the bad things?

You know everything I did.

Everything...

was in the service of making the world a safer place.

I'm just not sure that...

...everyone's going to see it that way.

So, this is why you've come back to shul after 50 years?

To atone for your sins?

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you've come to the wrong place.

No amount of prayers can save you from your sins

against your fellow human beings.

And no rabbi can offer you forgiveness.

Your atonement is in your hands.

It's in your mitzvahs, hmm?

Your good deeds in everyday life.

Oh, my God, I've been trying to call you all evening.

I was putting the kids to bed. Besides, I know what you're gonna say...

Oh, yeah?

That tweet wasn't real, nothing's real.

What about that rant on our doorstep?

Was that real?

Uh...

Yeah, yeah. That... that was real.

Listen, um, Simone, tomorrow morning on the TV,

they're gonna make it seem like I'm the father of that boy.

Who hates you enough to do all this, Isaac?

I mean, apart from me, right now?

Why do you hesitate?

Earlier.

When I suggested you do the paternity test.

You hesitated.

Did I?

There it is again.

I don't know, Simone. Maybe I am the father.

He looks like you.

- What? - Victoria Bello's son, Amandi.

I've been looking at him.

So, what are you...

What... what are you trying to say, exactly?

I mean, we all look the same?

No, Isaac, I'm saying he looks like you.

Just wait, one second.

Isaac? What is it?

There's another fucking journalist! Hold on, I'll call you back.

It's eleven o'clock at night.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Look, I'm sorry for the tardiness.

I'm here to pick up a Mr. Isaac Turner?

For what?

Oh, you're going to Media City?

- What? In Manchester? - Uh, Salford.

Well, I'm... I'm going to be on the telly, am I?

Well, I believe so, sir. Yeah.

So what? BBC Breakfast...

- expecting me? - You are...

Isaac Turner?

Make yourself comfortable in the back, sir.

Just one puff. It'll stop you stressing all the time.

I'll smoke that...

if you drink this. Neat.

Who says neat? Sounds like something Dad would say.

It means without a mixer, you idiot.

Oh.

Your turn.

Oh, shit.

"Firm but Fair."

So why then, did the woman who claims to have had a love child

with the Security Minister

find her application languishing in the system

five times longer than average?

Coincidence or interference?

In an exclusive interview, we speak to Victoria Bello

from her home in Lagos.

Ah, fuck.

I was told over and over by the Home Office

that my application could not be traced.

Once, they even told me that I must've been mistaken,

and I couldn't have applied.

As if they were just trying to... to wear me down.

Look, I don't want anything from Mr. Isaac Turner.

But my son has the right to grow up in the country of his father.

Later, I'll be speaking to the shadow Home Secretary

who is leading the calls

for an urgent inquiry into the mishandling of Bello's case by the Home Office.

You know, oh, Abi, I think you're right.

I really do need to sleep. It's been really fun.

Wait! I still haven't told you about my podcast.

Go on then, tell me about your podcast.

Don't diss it 'til you've heard it, Judge Judy.

- Mm. - You'd actually be really into it.

It's a bit like Serial. Only it's called "Free Shaun."

Or I might go more esoteric like, "The Bus Stop."

What are you talking about?

"Free Shaun"? As in Shaun Emery?

Half the people think he killed that woman.

The other half didn't.

But they don't know.

I've met him.

Abigail, Shaun Emery was guilty.

- What? - He pleaded guilty at the hearing.

I should know. I was there.

- But you said... - I was wrong.

Look, I... I think it's great that you're podcasting.

I think it's really neat.

I just think you should pick a different story.

I mean...

that story's over.

They've got you staying at the Donlevy Hotel.

Would you like to check in or go straight to the studio?

I guess just go straight to the studio.

Isaac?

Mini... Oops.

I nearly called you Minister then. Easily done.

Thanks for coming in so horribly early.

After all the build-up, we just had to lead with the love child.

So, I'm... I'm really going on, then?

Um, certainly hope so?

I suppose they'll just hack into it live.

I wonder what they'll make me say this time.

Do you, uh, need somewhere to change?

No.

Right then. There's, um, teas and coffees in the green room...

Are you part of it?

Part of?

'Cause someone must be on the inside.

Just one second.

- Hello? - Isaac?

Aliza? I thought your 6 a.m. calls were a thing of the past?

Only when it's good news, right?

What? You can prove no one's interfered with the Bello case?

No. I haven't even looked into that.

Right, well, News Night fucking have, so...

what's the good news?

You were right, of course. I have been checking the numbers.

You'd never know it from the usual platforms.

The hate for you there is growing, if anything.

But across all social? And polling? Your numbers are up.

We're not talking about spike.

But if you analyse the timeline from the racial profiling comments,

the love child allegations, the anti-media rant,

your approval is on a slow but steady uptick.

Aliza, someone's trying to destroy me.

Destroy you?

Tell your approval ratings that.

Isaac?

Mr. Turner? Would you like to follow me to set?

Zac?

Just so you know, mate, it's the headlines on the hour as usual,

- and then we're straight on to you. - London floor is live.

Good morning.

- The G7 summit, due to take place... - You're having quite a week?

Salford studio, 20 seconds...

We were debating whether to go with Car Crash,

Dumpster Fire or Shit Show.

Studio live in ten, nine... My mistake. Uh, standing by...

And some Breaking News.

Lawyers acting on behalf of Nigerian Care Worker, Victoria Bello

say that a DNA test to determine whether former Security Minister Isaac Turner

is the biological father of her child, has produced a negative result.

A surprising twist in the continued saga of Isaac Turner.

Lawyers working on behalf of the Bello family

say they plan to seek a second test.

We'll be back with more updates throughout the morning.

Now it's over to Lauren and Will in our Manchester studio.

- Morning, all. - Good morning.

Well, the saga continues.

It certainly does here, because first up on the sofa today

is the man who is, or perhaps was, at the heart of the so-called

"Lagos love child" allegations, Isaac Turner. Welcome.

Good morning.

Your paternity test has come back negative.

You must be delighted.

No, I'm not delighted. I'm just...

I'm glad this whole silly sideshow is over.

I never actually heard you deny the claims.

- Well, you've seen the test results. - I have.

I heard you deny them.

You uploaded a video, right? Saying you had nothing to hide?

Uh, yeah. I... I felt it was important, to reassure the public.

Is that what you meant by "The Truth is Coming"?

You know, Lauren, my family and I have been the target

of some pretty nasty lies.

Those lies have now been exposed.

So hopefully, everyone can go back to something like normal life.

Why do you think she made those claims?

She must have known the DNA test would fail.

I understand the burning ambition

people all over the world share, to come here to the UK.

Unfortunately, it does mean that some people will go to desperate lengths

to jump the queue.

And as the Government said in its manifesto...

our immigration system cannot be fair if it's not firm.

As you brought up manifesto promise

and as you're no longer at the Home Office,

has the government delivered on that one?

Well, I think the Prime Minister is laser-focused, rightly so,

on the most pressing global issues...

So you, uh, blame the Home Secretary, then? Your old boss?

Well, you're putting words into my mouth.

Hello?

Detective? I wasn't sure if you'd be up.

I'm not sleeping an awful lot at the moment.

It's hard to tell what's early for other people.

You did say to call as soon as I had something?

Go on?

I was sceptical about Xanda's "unmasking" feature.

Given we're dealing with AI modelling,

I took their claims of 100 percent face match accuracy

with a sizeable pinch of salt.

But...

It's given us a face and I've run the search function.

And?

Well, naturally, the program can't access the criminal databases you're used to.

It can only find what's online.

Mr. Knox, do we have a match?

Yes.

Looks like it's from some corporate security website.

- Nikolai Mirsky. - And that's about it.

- His name and nationality. - How do you know his nationality?

The web page it came from.

Sending.

The languages aren't my forte, but...

I know what Russian looks like.

Car won't be a minute.

Oh, um, that... How did it go?

- Great! - I mean, the, um...

The... the result. It came... It came back negative?

- That's what happened? - Yeah.

And that's what's going out? The same...

They've booked you a late check-out.

Thought you might want a rest before heading home.

The room's yours if you want it.

Um...

Cheers.

The mini bars in each room are fully complimentary.

Room service is 24/7. You'll find the menus on the iPads

and there's an entry phone by the door to buzz them in.

Internet access is dead simple, no code, just log straight on.

All right.

Oh, um, I'm so sorry. I, um...

No worries. That's all right.

Hello?

Hello, Isaac.

Who is this?

You know who it is. You did good today.

Carry on like that, you won't even need me.

Listen, you AI robo fucks!

If you're listening, leave me and my family the fuck alone.

I understand you're upset. But don't be.

I'm on your side.

What do you want?

I just want to talk.

We're talking.

No, not like this.

Face to face.

Yeah? Uh, how... how do you propose we do that?

Hel...

He... hello?

Hello?