All language subtitles for RED.EYE.S02E03

'Please be advised, there is
a Russian frigate and submarine

'running drills in the area.'

I'd like to take
a brief moment of remembrance

for the two airmen who lost
their lives in the prototype D-300.

I was CEO of AM Aeronautics
at that time.

NEWSREADER: 'MI5 Director General
Madeline Delaney discussed

'the 64 Russian officials
recently expelled

'from British and US embassies
across Europe.'

Somebody inside your embassy
called in a bomb threat

against our flight.

That man has a detonator
in his possession

which, if he's allowed to use,

will kill all five souls
on this plane.

Initial signs indicate
the intruder is Russian.

Initiate a lockdown.

CHATTER

To the past staying the past,

and, thanks to Ronald,
only blue skies ahead.

Keep it together, friend,
or I'll have somebody remove you.

Whose laptop is this?

I hear that Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon
is your top man.

I want him deployed
to Thames House immediately.

And look back
under the trackpad area.

Oh, no. It's C-4, ma'am.

We just got hit.

I didn't see you there.
Did Ambassador Tillman send you?

He must have fallen
from one of the walkways.

Are you sure about that?

SIRENS WAIL

All clear! Follow us around.
Sir.

This is about the preservation
of evidence.

This is a live situation. I don't
have time for police protocols.

You had no right to move his body.
I wasn't leaving him on display.

This is a nightmare.

Make sure
none of the guests find out.

PHONE VIBRATES

This is a pleasant surprise,
Prime Minister.

'It's not a social call, John.
I need to bring you back in.

'How soon can you assume command
at Thames House?'

Thames House? Ha!

I'm sure Madeline would have
some choice words to say about that.

'She's relinquished her position,
John.

'She's been compromised
by the Russians.'

Compromised how?

'I'll have you briefed in the car.'
DISCONNECTED TONE

He has a missing button.

It could have been ripped off
in a struggle.

Could've fallen off before tonight.

Would you wear a torn jacket
to an embassy gathering, though?

Where is he?

Oh, Craig. Jesus. Look at you.
What have you done to yourself?

SIGHS
I told him to take it easy.

Ambassador,
there seems to be some confusion

as to why Mr Stewart left
the gathering.

He told Agent Lewis he was meeting
you on the fourth floor, sir.

But he wasn't. Do you have
any idea why he'd say that?

No, not a clue. So, where are we
on finding the intruder?

We're searching every floor again,

and agents are sealing rooms
behind them.

We'll box him in.

We still have no idea what he wants
beyond nobody leaving the building?

No, sir, but with that in mind,

for your own protection,
we should remove you from the party.

Absolutely not! I'm not hiding.

This is my night, RSO Brody,
in case you hadn't noticed.

If you can't handle one man, maybe
we should find someone who can.

That won't be necessary.
I should hope not.

Ambassador, do you have any idea why
the intruder went up to your office?

What do you mean?

You'd think his first logical target
would have been the server room,

to take out the cameras.
Which he did.

But only after going all the way
up to the Ambassador's office.

So, my question is,
why do you think he did that?

No idea.

Come on, Cece.

He's lying.
Yeah. I saw that too.

But about what?

LOCK BEEPS

You two,
wait outside and close the door.

Couldn't have.

DOOR CLOSES

Ronald, we shouldn't be in here.

I don't understand what's wrong.
You heard Detective Li.

What possible reason could he
have had to come up to this office?

CHUCKLING: Oh, thank God!

What is it?
I was just being paranoid.

I thought he might've broken
into the safe, but how could he?

Doesn't have the code.

SAFE LOCK WHIRRING,
SAFE DOOR CLOSES

KNOCKING,
DOOR OPENS

We're ready for you, sir.
Right.

Let's do this.

I read your report on the way over,
so I'm up to speed.

Hana Li really does tend to find
herself in the wrong place

at the right time, doesn't she?

She does, sir.

OK, everyone, if I could have
your attention, please.

For those of you that don't know me,

I'm John Tennant,
DG of the Homeland Security group.

The Prime Minister
has asked that I step in

and resolve this situation
as quickly as I can.

It was actually Delaney, sir.
Sorry, Megan. What was?

Delaney insisted that you be the one
to take over, sir.

Really?
Mm-hm.

Well, things didn't exactly go
smoothly the last time I was here,

but I hope that we can put that
behind us and all pull together,

because an attack on one
is an attack on all.

Now, let's get Director
General Delaney and the others

safely off that plane!

Stirring words, sir.
Thank you. I practised.

Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon,

you must be the best for
Secretary Peterson to request you.

Do you have a plan to disarm
this bloody bomb?

I do.
Then what are we waiting for?

SECURITY ON RADIO:
'Give me a sitrep on the roof.'

GUARD:
'All clear, sir. Roof's clear.'

CHATTER

BRITISH ACCENT: Sorry, actually,
can you make that two, please?

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

Jakob.
Ah!

We meet again.

EUROPEAN ACCENT: Er... Perry, right?
That's right.

Sorry, I've so many names
to remember.

Ah, the bartender gave me
two whiskies.

THEY CHUCKLE

I think
she thought "double" meant two.

Would you... Would you care for one?

Sure. Thank you.
It's good whiskey, uh?

Sante.
Cheers.

AUTOMATED VOICE: 'Doors opening.'

This looks like the spot.

He was drinking bourbon, neat.

I don't see any signs of a struggle.

He must've weighed what, 200lb?
At least.

Which is another reason
I'd lean toward an accident.

Why? Do you know how skilled
somebody would need to be

to leave him
with no defensive wounds

and get him up and over this railing
without anyone in the lobby hearing?

He did have a mark on his windpipe.

So, blow to the throat,
choke him out, toss him over.

Jesus.

And don't forget he was drunk,
so he would have been vulnerable.

Remind me,
which of us was in the SAS?

Go for Brody.

On my way. A guest wants to leave.

I need to explain why he can't
without explaining. You good here?

I'm fine. Go.

SIGHS

PETERSON: Thank you. Take your time.

Thank you.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking...
why hasn't he made any demands,

other than we can't land
and the party guests can't leave?

What does he want?

And how does trapping himself
in the US bloody Embassy

help him get it?

When you put it like that,
he sounds insane.

We can't make that mistake.

We have to think,
if the Russians are behind this,

how does it help them?

The intruder has a reason
for every action,

we just can't see it yet.

PHONE VIBRATES

SHE SIGHS

Hana.
'Ma'am.'

A guest called Craig Stewart
is dead.

'He's an American engineer,
here with his wife.'

MEGAN: 'Throwing up his details now,
ma'am.'

He was Chief Safety Officer
for AM Aeronautics.

That's Tillman's former company.

'He was, apparently,
extremely drunk.'

And the people here are pushing
for accident.

But with everything else going on,
I don't think so.

Surely,
they have footage of the incident?

The intruder took out the embassy
cameras and security systems.

'He can move around
however he wants now.'

How?
He used some kind of explosive.

He smuggled it in with a gun
and a change of clothing.

They were all in the diplomatic bag,
which means someone is helping him.

All I know is that it came from DC.

Ma'am...
can you find out who sent it?

Ruth, can you track down
the sender of the diplomatic bag?

'Very good, ma'am.'

Megan, find out everything you can
about Craig Stewart.

If he was employed by Tillman,

it means he had oversight
on a lot of military contracts.

Look for any ties
between him and the Russians.

'On it.'

So, we've got a bomb threat,
a break-in, and a murdered guest,

and not so much as one lead
tying them together?

'Keep going, Hana.'

The man with the answers
is inside that building.

Find him.

GROANS

BRITISH ACCENT: What you doing
down here? Looking for the bathroom?

Oh, Jesus. Jakob.
You OK, Perry?

No, I don't feel so good.

Well, maybe it was something
you drank.

What's happened to your accent?

GROANS

Why are you wearing an embassy ID?

Argh!

WHIMPERS
What have you done to me?

Shh, shh. Just give it a minute.

GRUNTING

Shh.
No!

NECK SNAPS

SOBBING,
DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES
HANA: I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I was told your husband went to meet
the Ambassador, Mrs Stewart,

but could he have been meeting
anybody else?

Oh. Uh, I don't know.

I understand your husband worked
on military contracts.

That's right.

I'm wondering if you ever heard
him talk about Russian projects,

or clients, or firms
that he'd been in touch with?

No. But I wouldn't.

Military contracts are classified,
by their very nature.

Sure.

But outside of contracts,

did he ever talk to you
about work life in general?

He did. To a point.

He used to love his job.
Used to?

SNIFFLES

Yeah, well,
all that changed a few years ago.

He stopped talking about work
entirely. Hated going.

Stopped inviting me
to company events.

He wanted to keep work and family
very separate.

Did he say why?

I think it was because
there was a lot of pressure on him.

And...
CHUCKLES

..leaving it all at the office was
the only way for him to stay sane.

But all of that was in the past,
you know?

He said after this trip, he'd be
able to talk about retirement...

..and the future.

I felt like he was starting
to let me back in.

And now...

I'm sorry.

Do you know what he meant,
Mrs Stewart?

What was gonna happen
after this trip?

He was gonna be let
out of his contract.

CHATTER

I understand you make engines
for our military aircraft.

Among other customers, yes.
My son was a pilot for the RAF.

Oh, yes?

You probably know his name -
Patrick Johnson.

You're Patrick Johnson's father.
That's right.

And I'd love to talk to you
about what happened.

I, for one, don't believe
it was right to blame the Russians.

It's not right.
It's a bloody cover up. Air Marshal.

Sorry to interrupt, Mr King.

I just need a quiet word with
Air Marshal Johnson. Not at all.

What are you doing here?
So, it is you.

Don't play games.
I was invited.

As far as I'm aware,
you're not the CEO of jack shit.

So why are you here?

I want answers about
what really happened to my son.

I'm entitled to that,
don't you think? Who invited you?

What business is that of yours,
Agent Brody?

Cos you shouldn't be here.

This is Brody, I'm busy right now.

What? Where?

I'm on my way.

We're not done here.

Find DS Li.
Tell her to meet me there.

JET ENGINE ROARS

O'HANLON: 'For my plan to work,
you'll need a short length of wire.'

20-to-28 American Gauge.

That's much finer
than a regular wire.

I've got a speaker,
and we can see the wires.

'That's good.'

Like this?
Yeah. That's perfect.

Now use something sharp to scrape
away the coating on the yellow wire.

'Be careful not to cut
all the way through.

'What we're trying to do
is bypass power from the C-4

'and make
a closed electrical circuit.'

That's enough, ma'am.

Now twist
one end of the speaker wire onto it.

Then carefully hook the other end to
the red wire, coming from the C-4.

Easy does it, ma'am.

You don't wanna cause a spark.

'You've got this.'

ELECTRICAL WHIRR,
BEEPING

What's that?
There's a red light flashing.

What's happening?

Must be a fail-safe.
Measuring voltage.

What do I do?

You need to carefully detach
the wire or the bomb will detonate.

RAPID BEEPING

It's caught.
Remember, don't cause a spark.

Can't...

Hurry, Madeline.

BEEPING INTENSIFIES
Can't, can't get it.

BEEPING SLOWS,
SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

Sorry, I... panicked.
BEEPING STOPS

It's stopped.

'That was a close call, sir.'

Is there anything else we can try?

We'll keep working on it, Madeline.

Sergei.

John.

I was wondering when you would call.

How are you?
Not a great day.

No.
You're aware of what's going on?

Moscow is talking
about nothing else.

This is looking like a strike
back against Delaney

for expelling your spies.

You're right.
It does look a lot like that.

But as we always say...
looks can be deceiving.

Do you really think

we would commit an act of war
on so little provocation?

Do you know something?

No.

Can you find out if there's any link

between the bomb on the plane
and your people?

I can make enquiries.

Do I need to say
that time is of the essence?

I'll be in touch.

I'll be waiting.

Do you know who he is?
Perry Lambert.

I checked the guest list,
he came alone.

Who found him?
An agent doing his sweep.

The killer had him hidden
under that tarp there.

So you agree it's murder.

One guest accident, I can believe,
but not two.

And last time I checked,
bodies don't hide themselves.

He doesn't appear to have
any defensive wounds.

Just like Craig Stewart.

Discolouration to the throat
would suggest that he was choked.

This Russian's good.

He's fast.

Do we know why he left the gallery?

One of the Marines said
he was gonna throw up.

Well, I don't see
any bathrooms here.

So, I would guess that he was killed
somewhere else... and dumped here.

But how?

My men are spread thin,

and we've still
no cameras or door access data.

Then why hide the body?

The killer didn't hide
Craig Stewart.

Maybe he figured two guests dying
would start a panic.

Or... he isn't finished.

And he doesn't want us
to start connecting the victims.

RINGING TONE

John.
'Madeline.'

You're sitting at my desk,
aren't you?

How did you know?
'An educated guess.'

What's the news?

'Everyone's working as hard
as they can down here.'

I've just heard from the FBI.
Peterson's driver is clean.

They believe the laptop was in the
back of the Escalade, as he said.

So he's a dead end.
'They'll keep digging.'

They're also checking staff
at his hotel

who may have helped load the car.

Thank you.
'Of course.

'How are you holding up?'

Oh, we're, er...
we're keeping it together for now.

Listen... I know
we haven't always seen eye-to-eye...

And probably never will.

'Quite.'

With that said, I am curious as
to why you asked for me to step in.

Because I know
you'll always tell me straight.

Which is why I'm surprised
you're beating around the bush now.

'There's no way to diffuse it,
is there?'

No.

'Right now, our only hope
is to find that detonator

'or the person responsible.'

I also picked you

because I know you'll follow through
on the hard decisions.

So when the Prime Minister calls...
I won't let it come to that.

But when she does...

..and she gives the order
to shoot us down...

you'll do what needs to be done.

You have my word.

Sir, we need a private word.

I just heard. Who is it?

Perry Lambert.
Perry?

Jesus.
Are you sure he was murdered?

The killer hid the body, ma'am.
There's no doubt.

Ambassador, you're the only one
who knows everybody here.

Can you tell me
what connects the two victims?

C-Connects them?
Well, this wasn't random.

There's a reason
the killer targeted these men.

Well, if there is,
I have no idea what it could be.

Why don't you take a minute?
Think about it.

Are you calling me a liar, DS Li?
No, Ambassador. She's not.

Fine. If you don't know,

then I am gonna need to tell
your guests what's going on

and gather any information
that could be helpful to us.

Is she out of her fucking mind?
Right now, Ambassador,

your only concern should be
the safety of your guests.

Don't tell me
what my concerns should be.

These are my friends.
Of course I want them to be safe.

If we don't find the killer soon,

any one of these people,
your friends, could be next.

And if I listen to you, announce
what's happening before he's caught,

it'll undo
everything I've worked for.

This is an opportunity to project
strength, not weakness. Ambassador!

Congratulations, Ronald.

This is only the beginning, Tom.
I've got big plans.

J-Just one second, OK?

And I'll be damned if
I'm gonna be known as the Ambassador

who couldn't stop one Russian
in his own fucking embassy.

That will not be my legacy.
Do your fucking jobs!

Hey, Tommy. Over here, my friend.

Can you double security
on this suite, RSO Brody?

Yes, ma'am, and I suggest
that no guest goes anywhere

without a Marine escort
until this is resolved.

OK. Then I think we're done here.

What the fuck was that?
More guards is not the answer.

I need to know
why this is happening.

Listen, I can't change the past,

but trust me,
I am not working against you here.

I wanna find out what the fuck
is going on as much as you do.

I don't trust Ambassador Tillman.

He knows there's a connection
between the victims

and doesn't wanna tell me.

Frankly,
with how much the killer knows

about the inner workings
of this embassy...

you're about the only person
I do trust.

OK, everyone, listen up!

There's been another murder
at the US Embassy.

Perry Lambert. British. Married.

Runs an electronics company,
Lambert Data Systems.

They specialise in aeronautic audio
and data storage equipment.

Now, both Stewart and Lambert
worked in aviation,

and according
to Defence Secretary Peterson,

they both worked
on dozens of classified projects.

So I want connections that's
both professional and personal

between these men and Russia.

Look for any trace on
the MI5 IP, PND, and NCIA databases.

They were targeted for a reason.

Let's crack their phone records,
scan their texts, hack their emails.

And before Megan can say,
"That's illegal,"

I'll have a Home Office warrant
written up.

Let's hustle, people!
The clock is literally ticking!

DOOR BEEPS,
OPENS

Mrs Stewart.
Detective Li.

They said they would arrange
an ambulance for his body, but...

I'm sorry, there's a larger
situation going on right now,

and everyone is being asked to stay
for just a bit longer. I see.

Do you know
a man called Perry Lambert?

Perry? Yes. My husband works...

Sorry. Worked with him.

He's actually at the party tonight.

You said they worked together,
were they close?

Yes. They used to talk all the time.
Night and day.

I was suspicious at first
that it was another woman,

with the midnight calls, but...
it was just the time difference.

Do you know what they talked about?

I told you
Craig went through a dark period.

Well, Perry was
on that same contract.

If you ask me,
they were probably just trying

to keep each other's spirits up.

Because business was bad
for both companies?

Yes, that.

And the fallout from the accident.
The accident?

Obviously, as Chief Safety Officer,

the deaths weighed more heavily
on Craig than anybody.

I'm sorry, Mrs Stewart,
what accident are you talking about?

Well, the accident
with the Samson D-300.

So, you've contracted
Craig Stewart and Perry Lambert

on multiple projects.

Can you think of anything
about those two particular men

that would put them
in the crosshairs of the Russians?

No. I haven't even spoken to either
of them for at least 12 months.

Not since...
Not since?

Since we testified
before the closed hearing in DC.

The inquiry into what caused
the prototype D-300 to go down.

I've found a connection.

This is what ties together
the killings at the Embassy

and the bomb on the plane.

'Why were those particular people
called to testify?'

Tillman, obviously,
as CEO of AM Aeronautics was present

because his company
was in charge of the fuselage.

The final assemblage.

Lambert Data Systems provided
all the electronics, CVR etc.

But King Aviation
was awarded the engine contract.

What about Craig Stewart?

As Chief Aviation Safety Officer
at AM,

Craig Stewart had the final say
on manufacturing quality.

So his post-crash analysis
was vital.

And he said that
there was no fault with the plane.

In any way shape or form.

Plus, you bring a Russian frigate
and nuclear submarine

running battle drills
into the equation,

thumbing their noses at NATO
just outside US territorial waters,

it was a recipe for disaster.

The Russians aren't targeting me
for kicking out spies.

This is about you for accusing them
of shooting down the D-300.

The Russians have been looking
for an excuse to escalate things.

It wasn't an accusation, Madeline.

Based on a fair analysis
of the evidence,

it was the only logical explanation.

But you can't prove it was them.

Come on, Madeline.
You know the drill.

We make decisions based on
incomplete information all the time.

That's the job.

By process of elimination,
if it wasn't the aircraft,

all that's left
is the bloody Russians.

Well, unfortunately for us,
the Russians don't seem to agree.

RADIO CHATTER

And I want an escort
for any guest leaving the suite.

Even for the bathrooms. Understood?

RSO Brody.

You know,
you can just call me Brody.

Delaney wants me to interview
Ambassador Tillman and Noel King.

About what?

The downing of a plane
called the Samson.

Wait. The Samson D-300?

That's right.
Well, what about it?

Well, she thinks
that's what connects

the bomb threat to these murders.
How?

The Secretary of Defence,
Craig Stewart, and Perry Lambert

all testified in a hearing in DC.

I know. They blamed Russia.

Well, Tillman and King
also testified,

which makes them
the only two people still alive

who know how they came
to that conclusion.

Are you saying there's a chance
it wasn't the Russians?

I'm saying
Delaney wants me to talk to them.

OK. Well, you talk to King,
let me handle the Ambassador.

I can talk to them both.
I know you can.

The way you left things,
Tillman's not telling you shit.

Trust me. I've got this.

All clear.
I have the room. Man the door.

Mr King. DS Li. London Police.

Is something wrong?
It's not one of my kids, is it?

I'm sure your family's fine, sir.

No, I want to talk to you
about the hearing you attended

in Washington last year.

The hearing? Why?

You've got some balls,
dragging me away like that, Brody.

It's important, sir.

See, we've been looking for
a connection between the Russians,

our two victims,
and the bomb on the plane.

And you came up with the D-300?

Not me, sir.
That was the Secretary of Defence.

Peterson.

I see.

Go on.

Pulling up Peterson's closing
presentation on Capitol Hill.

We have it, Madeline.

If Alex could talk us
through what we're watching.

ALEX: 'You have to remember
this was 12 months ago.'

Do your best.

Well, as you can see here,

this is a model of the prototype
Samson D-300 on that fateful flight.

At 12:03 EST,

the Samson
was approaching the US coastline

and holding steady at 30,000 feet.

All electronic indicators told us
that the aircraft had no issues.

All systems were in the green,

which was a crucial factor
in the investigation.

The only RAF crew onboard were
Flight Lieutenant Patrick Johnson

and his co-pilot
Flying Officer Paul Edney.

At 12:05, the aircraft received
a report from the Jersey Tower

about the exercises being performed
by the Russians in the area.

Did they attempt to alter course?
No.

But there was something going on
between the crewmen

because the co-pilot left his seat.

Do you know why?
No.

But if he hadn't,
maybe he could've saved the plane.

About two minutes later,
the black box reports

there was a catastrophic shut down
of the electronic flight systems,

and the plane
went into a steep descent.

The data-destruction recovered was
consistent with either an EMP strike

or a missile impact
in the computer bay,

both of which the frigate
and submarine were armed with.

At the hearing,
there was only one logical ruling.

Whether intentional or accidental...
it was the Russians.

Did the pilot try and send
a distress signal?

Without the voice recorder,
we'll never know.

Thank you, Mr King.
Just one more thing.

Why didn't you have access
to the cockpit voice recorder?

Because it was never recovered.

Now do you see
it was the right call to make?

It had to be the Russians.
No.

I still don't like it.
I still have questions.

Why didn't they change course?
Why no distress call?

And why did the co-pilot leave
his seat seconds before shutdown?

Nobody knows.
Maybe he needed the bloody bathroom.

JOHN: Actually, Madeline, there's
something else you should see.

Megan has been combing through news
from the time of the crash

and found something that contradicts
the panel's testimony.

What?
Show me.

Can you see it on your screen?

What am I looking at?

A King Aviation employee
who committed suicide

less than 24 hours
after the D-300 crash.

'That's quite a coincidence.
Who is he?'

Nicholas Martin, ma'am.

He was the Chief Project Manager
overseeing the D-300.

He's reported as drowning,
though no body was ever recovered.

Apart from the curious timing,

I don't see how this has
any relevance on the panel's ruling.

Mr Martin filed a serious complaint
regarding the D-300

in the month
before his mysterious demise.

What sort of complaint?
'I don't know, ma'am.'

The report no longer exists.
So, how do we know it ever did?

Cos all the paperwork
for its submission remains,

just not the complaint itself.

'So somebody erased it.'

Ruth, go and talk
to the widow in person,

find out
what her husband discovered.

On my way, ma'am. Megan,
send the address to my mobile.

You said
that there was zero possibility

of a mechanical fault
with the D-300.

That what I was told.
Christ, Alex.

You accused the Russians
on Tillman's say-so

without checking the facts.

There were billions of pounds
of government contracts on the line.

Did it never occur to you that it
might be in Tillman's best interests

not to tell you that there was
a fault with the bloody plane?

Your naivety
might cost us our lives,

as well as starting a war.

SHE SIGHS

SHE SIGHS

I'm looking for RSO Brody.

He went up to the eighth
with Ambassador Tillman.

ELEVATOR BEEPS

Thanks.

Sir.
I thought this floor was secured.

I'm just doing a final check.

Who gave you that order?

ELEVATOR: 'Doors opening.'

This is Brody.
Do we have men on the first floor?

'Negative. That's a negative, sir.'

ELEVATOR: 'Doors closing.'

Intruder is in the south elevator
heading up. Agents respond.

Looks like we're going
to the same floor.

Any updates on finding the intruder?

Agent Marks.
Not yet, ma'am.

But we'll find that son of a bitch.

He's still going up!

Do you have any thoughts on...

..what he wants?

I mean...

the US Embassy... all those guns?

He's taking one hell of a risk.

Some risks are worth taking...

..Hana.

SHE PANTS

ELEVATOR BEEPS

I'm not scared of you.

Good for you, Hana.

GUNSHOT

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