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A diplomatic courier's been murdered.

David Mills just arrived on a red eye from DC

with a bag for Ambassador Tillman.

The guests are all here, Ambassador. I do like that.

Yes, sir. I've told you to call me Brody.

But I know how much you Brits like your titles.

Hana Li. You two know each other?

I'm regional security officer for the US Embassy.

Hana and I trained together at Hendon.

Director General Delaney, it's a pleasure to have you back on board.

Do you know the Defence Secretary?

Alex Peterson.

What if he didn't care what was in the bag,

only that it was coming here?

You think he tried to enter the Embassy?

Show me security check in. Go back 20 minutes.

Him! Do you recognise him?

Mr Peterson forgot this.

Whose office is that? The Ambassador's office.

A few minutes, ago a call came in on Megan's secure line, ma'am.

It was a bomb threat.

Did he say what the target was?

'I'm sorry, ma'am, it's your plane.'

There are no cameras in there.

McQueen. Answer me!

Hey, you can't be up here. This floor's off limits.

I know you're in here.

Easy, man.

Lose the gun.

Give me your ID and access cards. Slowly.

You should really stop whatever this is.

Your plan's already gone sideways.

You assume this isn't the plan.

Hello. Megan speaking.

Crimson Icarus. I'm sorry, who is this?

I said Crimson Icarus.

This is Brody. The intruder is armed and loose in the house.

I want civilians out of all public areas immediately.

How the hell did he get out of here?

He's in the walls. What?

Four agents on me.

Clear! OK, I want two up, two down.

If you have the shot, put the bastard down.

Is that the Ambassador's escape route? Yes, it is.

Well, how would he know about that? Good question.

What have you got?

Single shot to the heart.

His weapon hasn't been fired. So, the intruder has his own?

How could someone smuggle a gun into the embassy?

The diplomatic bag.

It's the only way. They're not scanned, searched, or x-rayed.

So much for cigars.

So he could've smuggled anything he wanted in that thing.

But how? It's sealed by the sender. All right. So, who sent it?

OK, clear the office. I need you out of here, Hana.

What? I'll make sure nothing's touched.

That is not how this works.

I'm calling in a police team and SOCO to process McQueen's body.

Not until this bastard's found. That's not your call to make.

You forget. You're standing in my quarter-mile.

Which is in the middle of London.

So that makes this my case and the killer MY responsibility.

When I catch him, if he's still breathing, I'll call you!

Escort DS Li from the building.

Get her out now!

I'm sorry, my love.

Sarah, can I have a word?

Yeah, of course. Er...

Gavin, you have control. I have control.

Rowan, you too. Could you stop what you're doing, please, and join us?

I'm sorry.

There's no easy way to say this.

Thames House has received a credible threat from an individual

who claims that there is an IED onboard this aircraft.

Dear God... A bomb?

I'll turn us around and take us back to the US.

Sarah, you can't.

The caller said that if we alter course, he'll blow it remotely.

If we drop below 20,000 feet, the IED will self-detonate.

So, what do they want?

Well, as of now, there are no demands.

Well, you don't put a bomb on a plane for no reason.

No, you don't.

So, what do we do? Well, first, we stay calm.

My team at Thames House is trying to locate the caller.

While they are, we need to find the device

so we can verify what type it is, OK?

Sarah, can I leave you in charge of the search?

I need to have a private word with Alex. OK.

Rowan, let's start in the galley.

So... what do you know?

We're working under the assumption that it's a Russian threat.

Of course it is.

It's retaliation, isn't it? For expelling their bloody spies.

Well, let's not jump to conclusions.

Right now, we don't even know if it is the Kremlin,

or just an individual who's infiltrated the US Embassy.

So, Noel... how does it feel to be

part of the changing face of British aeronautics?

I'm just glad we're finally in production.

Well, I just I heard from the Prime Minister -

she's extremely pleased

with the number of new jobs you've created in your region.

That is all thanks to you, Ambassador.

Come on, it was a group effort. Thank you for staying the course.

Sir, can I have a word?

Sorry.

We need to move everybody into The Lincoln Suite.

Already? We have an intruder in the house.

What?

He killed an agent. Jesus. Do they have him?

Not yet. That's why RSO Brody wants civilians out of the atrium.

Of course.

Ladies and gentlemen.

If you could all kindly make your way into The Lincoln Suite

where we have cocktails

and a light dinner prepared especially for tonight.

So, please enjoy. Fantastic, thank you.

Is everything all right? Seems we have a gate crasher.

The problem when your party's the hottest ticket in town.

Come on in, everyone, make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa.

There's a call waiting for you in Brody's office.

Hana?

Simon. There's been a murder in the US Embassy.

What? When was this?

About 25 minutes ago.

'I've not seen an alert. How do you know about this before me?'

You didn't go to Heathrow, did you? No.

Why do I bother giving you orders? Does it matter? I was right!

'What happened?'

A DSS Agent was shot dead in the Ambassador's office.

Assuming it was the same suspect,

he used the courier's ID to enter the embassy and smuggled in a gun.

How? In a diplomatic bag.

I'm getting serious pushback from that glorified security guard Brody

about bringing SOCO in to work the scene.

Yeah, I bet you are.

An embassy isn't a sovereign state, Simon.

The crime still happened in London, and I need to be able to do my job!

You're right, but British soil or not,

there is a special relationship with the US, and it's complicated.

Can you uncomplicate it, please? Right now, I'm being escorted out.

Let the brass handle this one, Hana, you've taken it as far as you can.

Two people are dead, and a third is in a coma.

As your boss, I'm telling you, leave!

'We don't need you turning this into another international incident.'

So, Ha...

Hello?

'Listen to me carefully, because five lives depend on it.'

Call's on line one, sir.

Director General Delaney.

You do know I'm in the middle of a function, yes?

Forget your party, Ronald, we have a very big fucking problem.

Ron, this is Alex Peterson.

Alex.

We have a situation. Madeline and I are over the Atlantic.

And 20 minutes ago, somebody inside your embassy

has called in a bomb threat against our flight.

What?

You're sure the call came from here? 'It came from your office.'

It must have been the intruder. 'What intruder? Who is this?'

Speak. RSO Brody, ma'am. Head of Security.

'Somebody managed to get into the Embassy using a dead courier's ID.

'He's killed one of my agents, and we're hunting for him right now.'

Well, Brody, 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.

Have they stated their demands, ma'am?

'Not yet.'

Ambassador?

I'm not sure if it's a hoax, but I just got a call

from a man who claims he's put a bomb on a British plane.

It's no hoax, Cece, I'm on with Defence Secretary Peterson

and Director General Delaney - it's their plane.

What else did the man say, Ms Reding?

Ah, that if we allow anybody to leave this embassy, that he'll...

'He'll what?'

blow up the plane.

Urgh.

Thank you.

Ronald, with this new information,

I'd like you to put the embassy on immediate lockdown.

Mm. Ah...

I have important guests.

And our lives are on the bloody line, man. Just do it!

Is that wise, sir? We know he smuggled in a gun.

What if he has a second bomb here?

So far, he's been very precise.

I believe if he did, it would've been part of the threat.

I agree, ma'am. A lockdown would help us contain him, sir.

Ambassador?

Initiate a lockdown.

This is Brody. The Ambassador's ordered an immediate lockdown.

With permission, I'd like to send in a team of specialists.

That won't be necessary.

With all due respect, Ronald, you're a businessman.

'You have zero experience in this arena.

'So, if this is a coordinated Russian attack

'on both our countries, then...'

It'll be handled. We're Americans, Madeline, all we do is handle shit.

'Besides, we already have one of London's finest,

'should we need some British insight.'

Who?

Ma'am?

Hana. Sorry to cut to the chase,

I've just been informed that you're inside the US embassy.

I am.

Thank God. Because I need you.

Exit secure!

Do you have any idea who this man is, ma'am?

'Not yet.'

But we're running checks on all Russian assets still inside the UK.

You think he's Russian? 'We do.'

The airport cleaner, Alexander Bortnik.

'He was Russian too.'

We have a voice recording of the suspect,

but is there anything else you can give us, description-wise?

'Caucasian, mid-30s, about 6ft. 180lb.'

Brown beard, glasses...

'It's not much to go on.' No.

But there's a coffee shop in terminal three.

The Hot Brew Company.

I believe that's where he poisoned the courier.

'Why?'

'Strychnine is fast-acting,

'and it's the only place the courier consumed anything after deboarding.'

I haven't seen the security footage.

'But I reckon there's a solid chance our suspect's on it.'

I'll have a car sent now. 'Thank you.'

'Is there anything else I can do to help?'

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

Yes, ma'am.

Just swept the lower level.

I'm gonna check this floor.

Marks. Thank you.

Same again, when you're ready.

Macallan M, splash of water.

A man of taste.

Well, I like to think so.

So, how do you know the Ambassador?

His plane killed my son.

I don't care about their position, no-one leaves without my permission.

RSO Brody!

Understood, sir.

It seems you have friends in high places.

Your intruder has a detonator.

I'm aware. The Director General briefed us. I'm handling it.

How? Hana, I don't answer to you.

Well, maybe you should.

Cos whatever shiny title you have in here,

you're not qualified to run a murder investigation.

Look, I'm sorry about Hendon, I really am.

And I know what you must think of me.

But I was recommended for this post by the MOD,

so clearly somebody thinks I'm pretty fucking good at my job.

I'm the only one who's seen his face.

You need me.

All right. But let's get one thing clear.

I'm the RSO. I'm running things.

Don't get in my way, don't overstep, and you answer to me.

Feel better?

Give me a sit-rep. No sight of him yet, Sir.

The DSS agents are checking every floor now.

How's he avoiding detection?

We have over 300 cameras and 1,000 sensors.

It's only a matter of time before he's found.

What's that room there, the one with the guests in?

The Lincoln Suite. Why?

If you were scouring the corridors for me,

that's where I'd hide.

In plain sight. We're monitoring the doors.

Only DSS agents working the floor are allowed inside.

You should still look. Hana.

Right now, the guests are safe,

and they don't even know they're in a lockdown.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Mary.

So glad you could come. It's been too long.

Thank you for inviting us, and congratulations on all this.

Thank you. I couldn't have done it

without the help of everyone in this room, including Craig here.

Hey, buddy! Why don't you save some Champagne for the rest of us, huh?

I thought this was a celebration?

Oh, it is, it is.

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

Enjoy the party, Mary. Thank you.

Honey, if even Ronald's telling you to slow down, maybe...

Ronald always gets what he wants, doesn't he?

'Agent Lewis for RSO Brody.'

Go for Brody.

'I'm in the server room, Sir. I've found the diplomatic bag.'

All agents, intruder was recently in the server room.

'I want a full sweep of sub-levels one, two, three.'

It's got his courier clothes and glasses in it.

Also, it looks like he's shaved.

So he's changed,

and we're no longer looking for a man with a beard and glasses.

He went from the eighth floor... to the basement?

He wouldn't go all that way just to change.

What do the servers in that room run?

Everything electronic.

'Card readers, door access records.'

Including the cameras?

Lewis, get out of there. Get out now!

What happened?

We just got hit. Hana, stay here.

I need men to the server room, now!

Kill the silent alarms until we know what we're dealing with.

Lewis!

Try your card.

Back! Move!

Lewis!

Get her out.

Shit!

Lewis, you OK? Yes, Sir. What happened?

He's taken out the security cameras.

This is Brody. I need medics to the server room.

Sub-level one. I'm fine, Sir.

You're getting checked out. That's an order.

All agents be advised -

surveillance is down, and we are flying blind.

I want every floor searched again.

He's here somewhere.

Thank you.

Where is she?

She's in the bathroom, Sir. The hell she is.

I told you to wait in the security room.

I don't have time to waste.

How's agent Lewis? She'll be fine. Let's go.

Wait... What did I say?

You don't make a move unless I OK it.

I don't want to spook these people until absolutely necessary.

With your cameras down, I'm no use to you out there.

At least in here, there's a chance I might spot him.

He has a gun and a detonator. Think about it.

If he is in here, the last thing I want is him feeling trapped.

The way I see it, this can go one of two ways.

I recognise him, and we get the drop on him here.

Or he sees me first, and it flushes him out.

Those aren't the only ways this can go.

Yes, it's a calculated risk.

Look, we need to take it before he kills anyone else.

If we do this, we do it low key.

You and me, we act like guests, and we blend in.

Yes? Mm-hm.

Two club sodas, please.

If you do see him, alert me.

Under no circumstances are you to engage.

Hm, that'll be up to him.

I'm serious, Hana. This is what I do.

Understood.

Have you called your family, Alex?

No.

Have you called Leonard? Not yet.

Did you see that? That's got to be our guy.

Megan, do we have any other angles that show his face?

No, ma'am, but I'll dig in and see if I can catch a reflection.

If you do, share it with Langley.

'And let's do a deep dive on the murdered cleaner -

'I want a full rundown.'

All known associates, both here and in Russia,

bank deposits, phone records, social media.

He communicated with this man somehow.

Director General Delaney?

Whose laptop is this?

That's Mr Peterson's.

That's not mine.

I've never seen it before.

Gavin...

did you bring a laptop on board?

Er, no, I didn't bring mine with me.

Then who brought it on? Oh, I did.

Mr Peterson's driver handed it to me at the last minute, so I...

I just assumed it was his.

Well, why the hell didn't you ask instead of just bloody assuming?

Alex. What? These people are supposed to be vetted!

No good's going to come of blaming.

It's onboard now, and we have to deal with it.

Have the FBI pick up your driver for questioning. Right.

I'm sorry, Rowan.

Do you recognise anyone? No, not yet.

So, you're sober.

Five years last month.

One day, I just realised that,

while something bad didn't happen every time I drank...

if something bad did happen, I'd always been drinking.

You weren't drunk when you broke four of our instructor's ribs

and left him with a concussion.

Yeah, I know. Listen...

about that day... Excuse me.

Can I help you, sir?

Is it you?

I don't believe we've met. I'm the embassy's RSO, Agent Brody.

Brody? That's right.

Oh. I see. Air Marshal Johnson?

Oh... I thought you were somebody else.

Yeah, I've got one of those faces. Indeed. My mistake.

We need the police bomb squad to advise on the next steps.

I can do better than that.

This is the Secretary of Defence Alex Peterson.

Put me through to the Company Commander of 13 EOD.

I wouldn't do that.

The keyboard's Cyrillic.

Mark? Yes, it's me.

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

Right. I want him deployed to Thames House immediately.

I run an aviation electronics company.

Have you heard of flight recorders?

Ah, yeah, the, erm... The, the Black boxes, non?

That's right.

You know, the funny thing is, they're not even black.

Ah...

And what is it that you do in Zurich, Jakob?

I work in risk management. Ah!

What's wrong? I think I see him.

Where? Ten o'clock.

Second table from us.

Six foot... Dark suit.

You're sure? As sure as I can be.

Did he see you?

I don't think so. OK.

I want you to circle right,

but don't approach him, don't even look at him.

If he has seen you, he'll track you and not me.

Ready?

What about the detonator? Trust me. I won't let him use it.

Don't move your hands.

That's not him.

What? That's not him.

Ruth? 'Ma'am.

'Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon is here from the EOD.'

Alex? Coming.

You're on. Director General. Defence Secretary.

I'm looking at the suspect laptop now.

It's a US-made Grid box Arlap five.

Hardened to withstand ATEX and TEMPEST environments.

If it is the IED, then the explosives will be inside,

wired to the battery and motherboard.

How do we find out?

'Somebody has to open it up, I'm afraid.'

Is there a tool kit onboard?

Cockpit.

'According to the schematics,

'you need to remove the keyboard, ma'am.'

OK. Megan, Staff Sergeant, you're gonna need to talk us through this.

For that, I'll need a live feed from one of your phones.

You can use mine.

Erm, maybe tampering with it is a mistake.

Shouldn't we wait to find out what their demands are?

We can't wait.

You're ex-Air Force, Sarah - you know as well as I do

the PM cannot allow us to reach London, if the bomb is still live.

Comms check for Brody.

'Jesus Christ, Hana. What the fucking hell was that?

'That's exactly what I was trying to avoid.'

That was not the man I saw.

He must've slipped out before we got to him.

Agent Brody.

'What the hell was that?'

You pulled a gun on one of the guests?

I had no choice. Hana said she saw the intruder.

I couldn't risk him using the detonator.

Hana shouldn't even be here.

It is my understanding you were asked to leave, DS Li.

I'm here at the request of Thames House, Ms Reding.

So if you have a problem with that,

I suggest you take it up with Director General Delaney.

Are we done?

You're doing great, ma'am.

There are three more to go, and then you can release the keyboard.

Only three, huh

So, Alex...

Mm-hm?

Are you still glad you missed Tillman's party?

Right now, I think I'd rather be anywhere but here.

Let's try that again, shall we?

Steady does it, ma'am.

Hm. Ronald's assistant just texted.

He wants to have a private word with me.

Uh-oh. Hm.

I told you, you should slow down.

I'm fine. Plus, I wanna get some things off my chest too.

Craig Stewart. I have an appointment in the f-fourth-floor lounge.

You'll need an escort. It's with Ambassador Tillman.

And I'm pretty sure he'd rather talk alone.

Guest, Craig Stewart, heading up to four.

Thank you.

'OK...'

That's all the screws out. What now?

The keyboard should lift from the bottom, ma'am,

where the spacebar is.

Then it slides out of two clips at the top and lifts free.

Are you ready? Are WE ready?

Go slowly, ma'am.

Stop.

What is it?

Sir, can you get the camera down under the edge?

What are you looking for?

Tripwires.

'Fourth floor. Doors opening.'

Hello? Ronald?

'What do you see?'

Looks clear, ma'am. Proceed.

There's an IDC connecting the ribbon to the underside of the keyboard.

Gently unclip it.

Sir, could you point the camera inside the laptop?

There's nothing there.

I don't see any sign of an explosive, ma'am.

Staff Sergeant? That yellow wire. It's not on the diagram.

Sir, can you move the camera in closer and follow the yellow wire?

Can you tilt the camera and look back under the trackpad area?

Oh, no.

What is it, Ruth?

It's C-4, ma'am.

How much C4?

'Enough to blow your plane out of the sky, Sir.'

Fuckin' asshole.

What a waste of my time. Think you can push me around?

Well, this is one man who's sick of kissing your ring.

No.

Oh... I didn't see you there.

I'm Craig Stewart.

Did Ambassador Tillman send you?

No.

DCM Reding isn't used to being spoken to like that.

I don't work for her, and I'm not here to make friends.

So I've noticed.

That's the second dig you've made like that.

It's not a dig. It's admirable.

When you work, you're like a horse with blinkers on. You always were.

Surprised you're only a DS, to be honest.

Well... not everyone appreciates my style.

What do you think he was doing in the Lincoln Suite?

Best case scenario? Hiding out.

Worst case? Scoping a target. You mean the Ambassador?

Right now, I can't discount anything.

Go for Brody.

What?

Where?

Jesus! Where's the medics?

Emergency! I need medics to the east atrium now!

What happened?

He must have fallen from one of the walkways.

Are you sure about that?