All language subtitles for Red Eye 2024 S02E04 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE_track3_[eng]

Guests are all here, Ambassador.
Let's do this.

I want answers about
what really happened to my son.

You're Patrick Johnson's father?

Give me your ID and access cards.

What is it, Ruth?
It's C-4, Ma'am.

Enough to blow your plane
out of the sky.

Somebody inside your embassy
has called in

a bomb threat against our flight.

'If the plane drops
below 20,000 feet,

'the bomb will self-detonate.'

We've still no cameras
or door access data.

Initiate a lockdown.
What do you know?

We're assuming
that it's a Russian threat.

I need you to be my eyes and ears
inside that embassy.

I've been cultivating this piece
about an RAF engineer.

His wife suspects murder.

Ruth, talk to the widow, find out
what her husband discovered.

Prime Minister.

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

There's no way to defuse it,
is there? No.

Samson D-300? She thinks that
connects the threat to the murders.

The Secretary of Defence,
Craig Stewart and Perry Lambert

all testified in a hearing in DC.

Looks like we're going
to the same floor.

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

THEY GRUNT

GUN COCKS

GUNSHOT

Shot fired!

Doors closing.
No, no. Hana?

HE GRUNTS

Hana.

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING

Are you hit? Are you OK?

Hey! Hey, Hana!

Where did he go?

I don't know.

BEEP,
DOOR CLICKS

HE PANTS

He's on one of the lower floors. Go!

Let's move.
All available agents deploy

to the south-west corner
of the building.

Intruder is disguised
as a DSS Agent.

Remember, he has the detonator,
so shoot on sight.

Repeat, shoot on sight!

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE EXHALES HEAVILY

GUN CLICKS

BRODY, OUTSIDE BATHROOM: 'Hana.'

You OK?

How am I still alive?

Why didn't he shoot me?

I don't know.

DOORBELL RINGS

Good evening, Mrs Martin.
I'm Ruth Banks.

Yes, someone called
and said you were coming.

I'd like to ask you
about your husband.

Course. Come inside.

It's, er...

We were just talking about Nick.

You were? With whom?
A reporter.

I'd like you to meet...
Jess?

Ruth.
You two already know each other?

We do.

Would you like some tea?
That would be lovely, thank you.

What are you doing here, Jess?
I'm on a story.

What are you doing here
is more to the question?

You need to leave.
I'm here on official business.

Hell no.

What are you two whispering about?

I was just telling Jess

that I have some questions
that I'd like to ask you in private.

Well, I've already told her
everything I know,

so I'd like her to stay.

It's an issue of national security.

I'd really feel more comfortable
with her here.

Lauren, your husband was
the chief project manager

for the Samson D-300 project, correct?

Well, the British part
of the build, yes.

Engines, flight systems, electronics.

Were you aware he filed a complaint
about the plane?

Well, he told me
that he'd found something,

but it was best
if I didn't know what.

Tell her what happened next.

He started to say
that people were following him.

Following him?

His car was broken into.
His office at work was ransacked.

Did he go to the police?

Well, he got too paranoid
to talk to anyone.

He didn't know who he could trust.

Before he disappeared,

he sent me and the twins
up to my brother's in Leeds.

He was scared for your safety?
Yes.

Does he have a home office?
It's upstairs.

If it's OK, I'd like to take a look.
I'll come with you.

That won't be necessary, Jess.

Thanks.
Yes, Sir.

Here.

Now, are you sure
you know how to use this?

It wasn't exactly on the syllabus
at Hendon.

I've learnt a few things since then.

Sir... the first camera's
coming back online.

And the door access records?
Coming up now.

All your agents are using
access cards,

so how's the killer getting around?

Could he have made his own?

We've already checked the system
for Agent Marks. He's not in it.

Are there any new cards?
No.

And we know
he didn't take McQueen's.

He hasn't made one, and we know
for a fact that none are missing.

Shit.

When was the last time
Agent McQueen used his access card?

You think he cloned it?
He had the time.

20 minutes ago.

This was all part of his plan.

Looks like he's accessed Office 12C
multiple times.

That's where he's been hiding.

All agents...
No, don't.

He's been ahead of us all day.
He could be listening.

'OK. Let's check it out ourselves.'

GUN COCKS,
DING

Doors opening.

BEEP

'This is definitely
where he's been hiding.

'And judging by the mess,
he's been here a while.'

Coffee's still hot.
He's playing with us.

He knew we were coming.

Yeah. Well, I'm shutting down
McQueen's access card.

'Let's see the bastard get around
without that.

'This is Brody.

'Block security privileges
for Agent McQueen.'

I still don't understand
why MI5 are here.

It's a good thing.

It means people
are finally taking this seriously.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

I can't find
any copies of his complaint,

and your husband's hard drive
is missing from his computer.

Do you know why?

I don't.
Maybe the Military Police took it?

They went through everything.
You mean the regular police?

No.
He's been out of the RAF for years.

Why would the Military Police
show up? I don't know.

So, where did you think he was
the night he went missing?

Well, he said he was out of options

and he was going to deliver his
complaint to people who'd listen.

Did he say who those people were?
No. He wouldn't tell me.

I think that was
for her own protection.

How the fuck did he get away?

Only you and I knew
we were heading there.

Could someone on your team
be tipping him off?

I agree something's not right,

but all Embassy staff
are thoroughly vetted.

We were just re-evaluated for
the new Ambassador's appointment.

Well, maybe you should check again.

Someone could be being pressured
into it.

PHONE BUZZES

Ma'am.

Hana, we've tracked down
the sender of the diplomatic bag.

She knows who sent the bag.

According to Washington,
it was sent by a Samuel Webb.

'Who's that?'
He's the Senator for Minnesota.

Minnesota, Sir?
What's he got to do with this?

'Nothing. That's the problem.
He's a dead end.'

The bag may have originated
from his office,

but he's been in his home state
for the past two weeks,

and so have his staff.

So it was sent from a vacant office.

'Whoever is behind all this
has covered their tracks well.'

Too bloody well.

What's that?
"Always a little further."

I got it when I left the SAS.

But why those words?

It's carved under
the SAS memorial in Hereford. Why?

Hana, what's going on?

The killer has
the same tattoo as RSO Brody.

He can't have.

I'm positive.
What does that mean, RSO Brody?

Means, Sir, that he's not Russian.

'He's British Special Forces.'

PHONE RINGS

Prime Minister.

'John, as the plane is now locked
in a flight path to Heathrow,

'it's better
we shoot it down quietly.'

Not yet. There's still time.

'Do you understand
that if it explodes over London,

'the debris will kill far more
than the five souls onboard?'

I do understand, Prime Minister.

'And in that case, I'd be forced
to retaliate against Moscow.

'We can't allow the plane
to reach a populated area.'

And we won't, I swear.

But if there's even a second left on
the clock, by God, I'm gonna use it.

'They reach the coastline
in 50 minutes.

'If you've not told me that the
bomb threat is neutralised in 40,

'I will down that plane.'

Understood.

Fuck!

You can tell me now
why MI5 are suddenly so interested

in this story.

Do you know what happened
to Nick Martin? No.

But it's connected
to something big, isn't it?

Of course it is,
or you wouldn't be here.

Can I borrow your phone?
Here.

Er... Hey.

Hey! What are you doing?

I know you recorded me in there.

Are you trying to block my story?
No, I'm trying to save lives.

So it is big. Let me help you.

That's not how this works, Jess.

I know where Nick Martin went
when he left home that night.

Lauren didn't know.

Lauren wasn't my source.
Where?

I'll tell you if you cut me in.
This isn't a game, Jess.

Do you want me to have you arrested?
How does that help you save lives?

Look, I've proven in the past
that you can trust me.

And I won't print a word
until Delaney says I can.

Get in.
Yes!

Where am I going?

A pub called The King and Crown.
It's near RAF Northolt.

Come on, come on.

HE SIGHS

You took your bloody time.

It's not us.

How solid is that?
Double sourced.

You're saying it's not retaliation?

We did not shoot down your D-300

and wouldn't retaliate
in such a way.

Whoever's doing this is desperate

and is using Moscow
as a smokescreen.

He cited Crimson Icarus.

A code known
to both our governments,

as well as the Americans, of course.

You can't be implying that the US
has something to do with this?

I'm not implying anything.

Just that we have nothing to do
with the bomb on the plane

or the deaths in the Embassy

and that you should look
closer to home.

What the hell does that mean?

I have to go.
No, the hell you do!

You owe me, Sergei.

And I'm calling it in.

For Delaney?

Yes.
Ah.

Very well.

It has been suggested that this
attack is not politically motivated.

I have no names, but you should look
for somebody hiding a small fire...

by starting a larger one.

My debt is paid.

Good luck, my friend.

I hope you find out
who is responsible.

You don't want to see
how Moscow does retaliate.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Listen up.

Everybody.

Hana Li's reported that the intruder
in the Embassy is British.

MURMURING Ex-military.

And a source of mine denies
any Russian involvement

in today's crisis,
so let's take the blinkers off.

All we really know for certain is
that these murders somehow pertain

to the Samson D-300 project,
so let's focus there.

Have we heard back from Banks yet?
Not yet, Sir.

OK.

If we take political reciprocity
off the table,

we're left with financial gain
or personal revenge as a motive.

So drill down.

Dig into their finances.
Did the victims have any enemies?

If so, who? I want names.

Let's call the plane.

You seem awfully calm
for someone who just found out

we have no idea
who's trying to kill us.

Do you ever stop and wonder what
you've done with your life, Alex?

I think we can both honestly say
we've achieved quite a bit.

Have we?

By what measure?

Are our offices in a better place
than when we came into them,

or have we just shuffled papers
around for the past 30 years

without making
a blind bit of difference?

By office, you mean...?

The world, Alex.

Why are you talking like this?

It can't be disarmed.

Tennant said that?

Yeah.
And still no ransom demand.

So, what's the plan?

Is there a plan?

The only play that's left.

Thames House figures out

who wants you and the others
who gave testimony in DC dead

and gets that detonator.

And what are the chances of that?

PHONE RINGS

'Ma'am, it's Megan.'
What have you got?

I've been running background checks
on the staff and guests

at the Embassy, Ma'am, looking
for connections to the D-300,

and I found one.

Who is he?
'His name is John Albert Johnson.'

He's a retired air marshal,

but he's also the father of
Flight Lieutenant Patrick Johnson.

The pilot that died in the D-300?

Since the crash,
he's been very vocal

about not believing
the Russians shot the plane down.

He claims that it was all a cover-up
for a mechanical error.

Not to be callous -
his son would have died either way,

so what difference
does it really make to him?

His son was refused
a military burial.

Why? To have been shot down
by the Russians,

it means he disobeyed
a standing order

by not flying around
the hostile airspace.

Christ.

How the hell's he at the party?
He was my guest.

He was what?

A friend asked me
to get him an invite.

I had no idea he held any animosity

towards Tillman,
myself or the others.

Does this friend have a name?

Somebody at the club.

"Somebody at the club."

OK.

Well, as rightly pissed off
as I'm sure Dad is,

we're surely not suggesting
this old man is the killer.

No, but it turns out
that Patrick wasn't his only child.

There's another son.

Let's get Hana his photo so
she can confirm if he's the killer.

Well, that's the problem -
he was covert action,

so his military files
are so heavily redacted,

there isn't
a single photograph of him.

DELANEY SIGHS

'How do you wanna handle this?'

Let me take the lead.

Air Marshal Johnson, I'm DS Hana Li,
and you've already met RSO Brody.

Yes. What's all this about?
Can you raise your arms, please?

I need to search you.
I've already been through security.

Is this the only phone you have?
Why would I need two?

She's asking if you own a satphone.

I'm retired.
Now, please, what is all this?

Are you involved?
With what?

Don't play dumb.

What do you know about the murders?

Murders?
RSO Brody...

Everybody's gonna know eventually,
and we don't have time to waste.

Ah, I see, that's what all
the whispering and security's about.

You were seen talking
to each of the victims at the party.

We've now learnt that you had
a personal grudge against them.

A grudge?

Both victims testified
at the D-300 hearing,

and what they said meant your son
was buried without honours.

And for that,
you think I killed them?

Not you personally, Air Marshal.
But you do have a son.

Had.

I mean your other son.

Charles.

Charles?

'What about him?'

'MI5 tells me he's ex-SAS...
just like the killer.'

So, he made the regiment?

If what you say is true,
it's the first I've heard of it.

You're not in contact?

Officer Li...
It's Detective Sergeant.

Detective Sergeant.

Charles walked out the door when
he was 18 and never looked back.

He's the sort of man
that if he doesn't want to be found,

he won't be...

...no matter how hard you try.

I guess we're two flavours
they don't normally see around here.

I'll do the talking.

Can I help you?

Julie Breslin?
That's right.

Ruth Banks. Home Office.

I have a few questions for you
about Nicholas Martin.

Jess here was told
by a reliable source

that Mr Martin was meeting
an old RAF friend here

on the night he disappeared.

Really?

Do you have any recollection
of who that may have been?

I don't, and if he did meet somebody
that night, it wasn't here.

Is there a chance
you just missed him? No.

The pub was closed that week.
Closed?

The place needed painting,

so I shut up shop
and had a holiday in Greece.

So why would somebody say
he was meeting in here?

I can't answer that.

Do the CCTV cameras work?

Yeah.
Why?

Because he said he was meeting
a friend AT the pub.

He never said inside.

I never watch the footage
unless a customer complains

because someone's scratched
their car or if there's a fight.

And you still have the footage
from 18 months ago?

You're in luck.

As I said, we were away on holiday,
a bunch of kids broke in,

and I'm still fighting
with the insurance company.

Captain Wright, how long
before we hit the British coast?

35 minutes.

Then we only have 25 to prove to
the PM that we can land this plane.

But we can't go below 20,000 feet.

So we have to figure it out.

I mean, how is the device
even measuring our altitude?

Aren't we in a pressurised cabin?

Yes. So it can't.

Must be getting its data
from the cockpit.

Well, can we do something
about that?

Can we...
Can we trick the bloody thing?

Enough with the bullshit.

Do you really expect us to believe
that it's a coincidence

that you're here,
tonight of all nights?

I never said that.
I wanted to come tonight

to challenge these people
on how they reached their ruling.

Nobody returned my calls,

so I hoped that, face to face,
I'd get some answers.

And did you?

Only empty words.
That must've made you angry.

Wouldn't you be?

Their lies caused...

...my son to be buried in disgrace.

Why do you assume they lied?

Patrick was an exceptional pilot.

He was made aware
of the Russian exercises.

He would never
have flown close enough

to endanger his aircraft
or his crew.

Well, maybe he made a mistake.

Not my Patrick.

The only explanation is that he died
because of mechanical error

and these bastards
are covering it up.

So, this is about revenge?

I don't want revenge.
I want justice!

I want an apology
and a proper fucking burial.

What about Charles?

Does he want justice
for his brother too?

'Charles isn't your killer, DS Li.'

If you haven't been in contact,
how would you possibly know?

What you're suggesting would require
a deep well of affection

for his brother,
and speaking frankly...

...Charles has never given a damn
about his family.

DOOR OPENS
Is this him? Are you the father?

What are you doing?

Cece told me
this bastard's involved.

Did he tell you where his son is?

'You can't just come here.'
'It's a yes-or-no question.'

Ambassador, you need to take
a break. We're handling this.

You two, get out.
I wanna talk to him alone.

Oh, I can't allow that.
Remove her!

Ma'am.
Ambassador, stop!

Let go of me!
I said, get your hands off me!

Where's your son hiding?
Sir...

Fuck it. Make him talk.

Whoa!
GRUNTING

Drop your weapon!

What the hell are you doing?
He needs to be interrogated!

Not like this.

Come on, DS Li,
you're not about to shoot anyone.

It's called proportionate force.

So tell your men
to holster their fucking guns.

What the fuck is going on?

The Ambassador was gonna torture
that man!

He's desperate.
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

You OK? You're shaking.
I'm fine.

There's no shame
in admitting you need a break.

No, what I need...
is to know why he didn't shoot me.

What?

In the elevator,
he had a gun in my face.

He couldn't miss.

Thinking about that
is not gonna do you any good.

You're alive.
The "why" doesn't matter.

Yeah, well, it matters to me, OK?

Because the only reason
that I'm even breathing right now

is because of a choice
he made - him!

Look, I've been
in countless firefights, OK?

And men who were much better than me
have got their heads blown off.

Sometimes, there is no reason.
We just get lucky.

This wasn't luck.

Everything he's done today
is for a reason.

PHONE BUZZES,
SHE SIGHS

It's Thames House.

Air Marshal Johnson's bank records

show a large deposit
from a Russian account. What?

That makes no sense.

We know the Russians
aren't behind this.

They could be bankrolling
the men who are.

I don't buy it.
I don't care.

BRC Bank wired £300,000
into his account this morning.

BRC Bank?
Yeah.

And he's gonna tell me why.

Fuck.

Thank you, Megan.

Sarah, you need to hear this.

Megan and Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon

think there's a way
we can land the plane.

Megan, tell Captain Wright
what you just told us.

Captain, you were right.

The laptop is getting its data
from your altimeter,

so what we need to do
is tell the altimeter

that you're higher
than you really are.

But the sensor is outside
the nose of the aircraft.

There's no way to reach it.
We don't have to.

They think we can reset sea level.

Sea level.

OK, simple in concept, but...

...this here is the barometric scale
adjustment dial.

I turn it, and it changes
the atmospheric reading

inside what's known
as the Kollsman window.

Each inch of pressure
equals 1,000 feet.

So, all someone needs to do
is match your descent

by turning that dial
and keep the altitude constant.

And the bomb is none the wiser.
Correct, but as soon as we start,

I won't know my true altitude
any more or our rate of descent.

I can handle that from here.

Keep your altimeter at 30,000 feet,

and I'll read you
your true altitude.

'And then there's the landing
to consider.'

Let's try this
while we're still over the ocean

and worry about the landing later.

OK. We have a plan.

That's him.

Why's he wearing his RAF uniform?

What the f...?

Freeze it.

Do you know who that is?

No.

That's right, Sir - Nicholas Martin
met with an unknown male,

white, mid-30s,
the night he disappeared.

'Whoever that man is
could be the key to everything.'

Did they appear to know each other?

I hope so,

because Martin climbed into the boot
of his car and was driven away.

In his boot?

Send a copy of the CCTV images.
We'll see if we can find a name.

I don't have the equipment
to do that,

so I'm driving
the original hard drive in now.

All right, thank you, Ruth.
Good work.

Don't thank me, Sir. Thank Jess Li.

'Jess Li?'

The sister?
That's right, Sir.

I won't ask how.

He doesn't go anywhere,

and no-one sees him
without me or RSO Brody present.

Understood, Ma'am.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE CLEARS THROAT

RINGING TONE

'Hana?'
Simon, I need your help.

What is going on in there?

Counting the DSS Agent,
we've got three dead,

and the suspect
is still on the loose.

HE SIGHS
Christ.

'We pulled in a man
who we think is his father.'

He's got money from Russia in his
bank, but he's denying everything.

OK, well, how can I help?
Tell me what I can do.

MI5 think that the suspect

is an ex-SAS officer
called Charles Johnson.

Can you check and see
if he's on our system?

I just need a photograph of him

so I can definitively say
whether it's him or not.

Yeah, I'm sorry, mate.
Thames House have already asked.

'We've got nothing.

'DVLA don't even have
a licence for him.'

Why's everything's a dead end
with this guy?

We almost had him cornered earlier,

but it's like
he knew we were coming.

'How?'

I don't know.

'OK, look, I will keep digging.
Maybe he's an international player.

'Maybe Interpol will have something
on him.'

Yeah, er, sounds good.
I'll check in with you later.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

SHE SIGHS

'How'd it go with the Air Marshal?'

'If he knows anything,
he's not saying.'

Maybe you can reach out
to your SAS connections,

see if anyone remembers
Charles Johnson.

It's not a bad idea.

Listen, Brody,
I'm sorry for how I spoke to you.

I do care what you think.

Don't react to what I say.

There's a camera on my jacket.

I've taken it off
so he can't hear us,

but he's been using that to watch
and listen to every move we make.

That's why he didn't kill me.

He still needed me.
But I have a plan.

I think we can use it against him.

22 minutes to the coast.

Roger that,
Thames House. Engage autopilot.

CO-PILOT: Autopilot engaged.

Rowan? Come here.

If either of you want to call
your family...

you should do it now,
before we start.

You don't think it's gonna work,
do you?

I honestly don't know.

And we won't know
until we drop below 20,000 feet.

Well, can't we circle for a while
and practise?

We don't have the fuel.

We only get one shot at this.

Call your families.

Ayesha, it's me.

Can... Can I talk to Len?

Ah. Ah, I see.

Erm, no, no, no. Erm...

If he's had a bad time,
it's better to let him sleep.

Listen, I'm, erm...

I'm gonna call back
and leave a voice message,

so don't pick up, OK?

And, erm, Ayesha...

...thank you for everything you do
for us.

Yeah.

Hello, love, it's me.

Erm, listen, I'm...
I'm in a bit of a situation.

By the time you wake up tomorrow,
you'll understand what that means,

or, erm, I'll explain it
over a glass of wine

and we can laugh at this message.

I, erm...

I...

I just... I just wanted to tell you
how much I love you.

I always have.

You're my heart. You're my rock.

It's not often you hear me talk
like that, is it?

Erm, on a practical note...

...could you... could you tell Ayesha

that there's a blue notebook
in my desk?

And inside are all our passwords
and account codes,

and... if you have any trouble,
just ask Megan.

I'm sure she'll help.

Madeline, it's time.

Listen, love, I've got to go.

I hope I'll see you soon.

What are you doing?
Typing up my notes.

SIREN SOUNDS

I don't have time for this.
RUTH SIGHS DEEPLY

Stay calm, small turns.

As long as the laptop thinks
we're above 20,000 feet,

we'll get through this.

OK, everyone,
I'm about to commence descent.

Approaching 29,000.

PHONE RINGS

Sir, it's the Prime Minister.

Don't answer it.

RADIO CHATTER,
CLAMOURING

Who are these guys?

I don't know.

Can you turn your engine off,
please,

and present your licence and ID?

I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm Military Police, Ma'am.

We're in a hurry.
Why did you pull us over?

This is an MOD road. Can you
step out the vehicle, please?

I didn't see any signs.

No, they're there.

You been drinking this evening,
Ma'am? No.

Do you mind?

We saw you leave The King and Crown.

Can I ask you what your business was
there, please?

Official business.

I'm sorry, did you say
you followed us all the way

from The King and Crown?

Found it.

Hey, what are you doing?
Get your hands off her!

Get your hands off her now!
Get back!

GRUNTING Get back, get back!

MAN GROANS

You bitch!

JESS SCREAMS,
STRAINING

GUNSHOT Jess, get down!

Drop the gun! Jess, get down!

GUNSHOTS

HE GROANS

Jess, are you hit?
No.

Are they dead?

Yeah.
He was after the hard drive.

RUTH GASPS
Ruth!

Oh, my God, you're shot.
RUTH WHIMPERS

I'm calling an ambulance.
They'll take too long.

Get the hard drive to Thames House.
Leave me here.

It's 18 months old.
What difference does it make?

Something on it might save Delaney.
What do you mean, save her?

There's a bomb on her plane, Jess.

What?
Please. Take the hard drive.

I'm not fucking leaving you.

RUTH WHIMPERS

Ah, I'm bleeding badly.
The hospitals are too far.

I know somewhere closer.
Now, get your legs in the car.

RUTH WHIMPERS
OK, OK.

You're making a mistake.

Yeah. Have you met me?

Maintaining altitude at 30,000 feet.

Steady does it.

'True altitude, 25,000 feet.'

Crossing 22,000 feet.

'Strike Lima One,
ready for take-off.'

'Roger that.

'Strike Lima One,
awaiting orders from command.'

'Roger, Tower.'

'In four minutes
the PM will scramble jets.

'You need to hurry.'

Nice and steady.
We'll make it.

Keep it at 30,000.

PHONE RINGS

It's Downing Street again.
Ignore it.

Approaching 20,000 in 600 feet.

'Tower, do we have
the green light?'

'400...

'..200...

'..100...'

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