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Hana and I trained together
at Hendon.

He's the partner that nearly killed
your instructor? Yup.

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

Where are we
on finding the intruder?

Searching every floor again.

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

I thought he broke
into the safe, but how could he?

Mr King, I want to talk to you about
the hearing you attended last year.

This is about you.

The Secretary of Defence,
Stewart and Lambert

all testified
in a closed-door hearing in DC.

Tillman and King also testified,

which makes them the only two people
still alive at this gathering.

Air Marshal Johnson.

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

John Albert Johnson,
the father of Patrick Johnson.

He doesn't go anywhere
and no-one sees him

without me or Brody present.

What's that?

I got it when I left the SAS.
The killer has the same tattoo.

What does that mean, RSO Brody?
He's not Russian.

Why is everything a dead end
with this guy?

There's a camera on my jacket.

I think we can use it against him.

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

Nicholas Martin
met with an unknown male, white,

mid-30s, the night he disappeared.

Whoever that man is
could be the key to everything.

We're Military Police, ma'am.
Found it.

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

Oh, my God, you're shot!

We can reset sea level.

I won't know my true altitude
any more.

I can handle it from here.

If the plane
drops below 20,000 feet,

the bomb will self-detonate.

Prime Minister?
If you've not told me

that the bomb threat
is neutralised in 40,

I will down that plane.

Continuing descent,

maintaining sea level
at 30,000 feet.

'20,000.'

You're below 20, Captain.

It worked.

We're not on the ground yet.

19,950.

Approaching 19,500.

Megan, have NATS
clear them a flight path.

Let's divert from Heathrow
to Dunsfold Aerodrome.

Yes, Sir.

Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon,
I want bomb disposal there waiting.

Yes, Sir.

Prime Minister, I have good news.

OK. Oh, come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

It's OK, it's OK. Come on!

All right, where's the fire?

Matt!
Jess?

Ruth's been shot. I need your help.
Shot?!

Come inside.
OK... OK.

It's fine, it's OK.
In the kitchen.

Where's she hit?
Her left side.

You're OK, you're OK.
Let's get this off.

You're all right, steady.
Oh! Clear the table.

Just swipe it onto the floor.

Is she gonna be OK?

In the pantry, there's
a first-aid kit on the top shelf.

Pantry... Right.

What happened? Who shot her?

Military Police.
What? Why?

They were after
a hard drive we have.

Lives depend on it.
MI5 need to see what's on it.

This is bad, Jess.
She's lost a lot of blood.

Why didn't you
take her to the hospital?

Cos you were closer,
and I didn't think she'd make it.

And you're the only person I trust.

You were right.
Her heart rate's 180 and climbing.

You need to save her,
while I use your computer.

No! The computer's
gonna have to wait.

Wash your hands.

The first thing I need to do
is get some fluids inside her

and try to bring
her heart rate down.

In the fridge, you'll find an IV.

It's a clear bag of saline.
Can you bring it to me?

Why do you have saline?

Best thing for a hangover.

Elevate her legs.

Is she gonna be OK?

I don't know.
Put pressure on the wound.

Your hands on mine.
What?

Just do it.

Good.

Keep the pressure on!

I c-can't.
Yes, Jess, you can.

Please save her.

DS Li has figured out

how the intruder's
kept one step ahead of us.

He put a micro-camera on her jacket.

He's been watching and listening
to everything we do.

So destroy it.

Well, right now, we believe

that he has no idea
that we know about the camera.

Hana thinks we can use that
to lure him into a trap.

Her plan is to use Noel King
as bait?

Just until we make
the intruder think

that Mr King has minimal protection.

As soon as that's done,

we'll move him out of harm's way
and set the trap.

How? If DS Li has a camera on her?

We're gonna transfer the camera
to somebody else.

Hana will stay behind,
waiting for the intruder,

and I'll be close by.

It all sounds incredibly reckless.

As annoying as she can be, Ma'am,
Hana knows what she's doing.

What do you need from me?

Just play along.

Agree that Noel King
and the Ambassador

are too much at risk
in the gathering

and we need to get them out of there
and under armed protection.

Here she comes.

Suit up.
Yes, Sir.

Crossing 500 feet.

I hope so, or you're gonna be
scraping us off the runway.

Gear down.

Three greens.

Crossing 100 feet,

70, 50...

30, 20, 10...

zero.

Touchdown, Runway Alpha.

Yes! Good job.

Well done.

We're down.

Thank God for your team
at Thames House.

Before I'd even heard of it.
See, no, see?

Well, there we go.
See, it's a slow burn.

I need you to come with us, sir.

What? I'm not going anywhere.

With all due respect, sir,
I'm not asking you.

It's the safest thing
for you and Mr King, Ambassador.

Escort the Ambassador to his office.
Three-man team. One inside, two out.

I want eyes on him at all times.

AMBUS is on the move.

Mr King - excuse me -
can I have a word?

Lewis, I need you.

You wanted to see me, Sir?

I have an assignment for you.

GRUNTS Here, Sir.

Yeah. Secure.
All done.

Good luck, Sir.

We did it, people.

Now let's get them off the plane
and let bomb disposal do their work.

I'm proud of all of you.

Well done, Megan.

This is Megan.

'I know the plane has landed.'

It's him.
Silence, everyone!

If anyone approaches the plane...

I will detonate the device.

Sir, it's Thames House.

Thank you, Sarah.

Now let's get off this bloody plane.

Yep.

What are they doing?

Why are they moving back?

Fuck!

John, what the hell's going on?
Why are bomb disposal pulling back?

Madeline...

he knows you've landed.

'Let me talk to who's in charge.'
'Sir?'

This is acting
Director General Tennant.

I mean the person really in charge.

I'm listening,
and you can drop the Russian accent.

We know you're British ex-military.

Do you finally have demands?

'Only that
no-one leaves the aircraft.

'And you can tell Rowan
that I will blow up the plane

'if he opens that door.'

Rowan, stop, you'll kill us all.
I don't wanna die!

No. None of us do.
Please, just let me go.

It's gonna be OK. Just calm down.
'If anyone else tries to leave...

'..you all die.'

So, what are you waiting for?

'You've been watching us
this whole time, haven't you?'

Why haven't you done it?
Madeline, what are you doing?

You sound like a woman
with a death wish, Madeline.

'Not in the least.'

You need us to get out
of the Embassy, don't you?

I think your threat to kill us
is your escape plan.

'But it seems you're not finished.
Am I right?

'So you can't let us
leave the plane yet.'

For God's sake, man, if that's
the case, it's me you want.

Let these other people go.
Alex.

He's killing the people
he thinks lied in DC.

'The rest of you
shouldn't die with me.'

It's a little late to grow a spine,

isn't it,
Defence Secretary Peterson?

Please, I'm begging you.

They have nothing to do with
the D-300 or your brother's death.

Fine.

The rest can leave, but you stay.

There's no exit wound.
The bullet's still inside her.

Here, put these on.

We're gonna have to risk it.
We need to get it out.

And when you say "we",
you mean you, right?

No. I mean we.

Give me your hands.
Please, I can't.

Jess, I need you. Ruth needs you.

Just like before,
your hands on mine.

OK? OK, I'm gonna
make a small incision.

And when I say press, I need you to
push down hard to expose the wound.

OK, press.

Oh, where is it?

Here, I can feel it.

There's no major vessels.
I can get this out.

More pressure.

OK.

Come on.

Gotcha!

OK, release pressure.

Heart rate is still too high.

I need to...

suture this, and then...

get some more fluid replacement
inside her.

There was only one IV bag.

What blood type are you?
O negative, why?

You're a universal donor,
and she's gonna need some.

Down here, please.

Thank you.

Are you OK? Are you injured?
No.

Director General?

Go ahead, Sarah.
I'll be right behind you.

What you're doing
is very brave, Sir.

Alex.

I don't know what to say.

Best not to say anything, eh?

Just get that detonator from him
before he escapes from the Embassy.

I will do everything in my power
to get you off this plane.

I give you my word.

This way, Ma'am.
Thank you.

Director General. Are you OK?

Mm. I need a car.
Yes, Ma'am.

Thames House.
Len, I'm off the plane.

But there's still
an active bomb threat.

Follow me, sir.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Does someone wanna tell me
what's going on?

I haven't done anything.

'Where are you taking me?'

Where are you taking him, Hana?

'It's for your own protection,
Mr King.'

Let's secure him in my office.

Megan, find out everything
the police know about the incident.

And the rest of you, keep trying
to find a photo of Charles Johnson.

Thank you all.

OK, oof, save the applause.

Alex Peterson's life
is still on the line.

Madeline.
John.

Thank you. I mean that.

Well, the floor is yours.

OK. Thanks, Helena.

OK, Megan, what don't I know?

A report just came in
of two Military Police officers

killed east of Heathrow.

And that pertains to us how?

Ruth's car
was seen leaving the area.

And her mobile
was found at the scene. What?

She was following up on the engineer

who filed a complaint
against the D-300.

In her last contact,
she said she had CCTV footage

that showed Nicholas Martin
meeting somebody.

Do we know who?

No. She was bringing it in
for facial analysis.

Somebody really doesn't want us
to know who that was.

Who's that driving?

Is that...?

Jess Li, Ma'am. Yes.

And Ruth hasn't reported in?
No, Ma'am.

Find her.

And if you can't find her,
find Jess.

How are you feeling, Jess?
Better than Ruth.

Do you wanna tell me
what that was all about?

And don't say the sight of blood.

Sir George.

It's been over a year,

and the thought of him
never leaves me.

Yeah.

I think that's enough.

I can give more.

No, it's enough.

Sir George died saving me.
Let me save Ruth.

You are.

You still have a landline?

Yep, that's how old I am.

Hello?

Yep, this is Dr Nolan.

'Matthew, it's Madeline Delaney.'

Madeline. It's been a while.

It has.

I understand Jess Li
and Ruth Banks are there.

I'm assuming if they've come to you,
there's a problem.

'Ruth's been shot.'

Is she all right?

Er, I've removed the bullet,
Jess has donated blood,

but I really
want to move her to a hospital.

Is she in imminent danger?

'No, but I'd be happier if...'

Then there's something I need you
to do first. Ruth will understand.

This is time-critical.

'There's footage on that drive
we need to see.'

In here, please, Mr King.

I'm posting a Marine
outside the door,

so you'll be perfectly safe in here.

Safe? From what?

Can someone please tell me
what the fuck is going on?

Do I need my lawyer?

Your life's in danger.

What?

A man in this building
means you harm.

'But I assure you,
we can protect you.

'Only the Marine outside will
even know you're in this office.'

We should do a sweep
of the Ambassador's floor.

Let's go.

No, no. Wait. Wait!

'Do not leave this post.

'No-one has access to my office
except myself or DS Li here.

'Understood?'
'Understood, Sir.'

'Come on, Hana.'

OK, I'm gonna need more information
than this.

Who is after me?

I need you to put this on.

Why would anyone want to hurt me?

He's the brother
of the D-300 pilot who died.

What?

He's ex-SAS, a trained killer,

and he thinks you lied
about why the plane went down.

Well, that's nonsense.

Is it?

Of course it bloody is!
Well, he doesn't think so.

Whether he's being paid
by the Russians

or targeting you out of revenge,
he wants you dead.

Look, I'm not the only one
who testified in Washington.

There was Craig, Perry, Ronald.

Craig Stewart and Perry Lambert
are both dead.

They're here at the party.
I was just talking to them.

My God, you're serious.

Please put on the vest, Mr King.

I don't know why he's chosen
to do this here tonight,

but he has, and this is real.

Go with these agents.
They'll keep you safe.

And what about you?

I'm gonna stop the man
trying to kill you.

Oh, good.

'Doors opening.
Floor eight.'

'You take those two.'

Go for Brody.

Understood.
I'll meet you in the server room.

'Hana, we need to split up.
Keep searching this floor.'

Are you in position?

Yeah, I am.

Do you see anything?

All clear.

I've told security to stay off
this floor and the stairwells

to give him direct access.

OK. And now we wait.

Well...

we finally got to be
on a stakeout together.

If you'd stuck around, who knows?

We could've been partners.

Listen, er...

I know I owe you an explanation
for what happened at Hendon.

It's in the past.

The truth is...

my mother died that morning.

Why didn't you say?
'She'd been sick for a while.

'I just felt helpless
that I couldn't do anything.'

So when I saw that instructor
elbow you in the face...

I just lost it.

I'm sorry.

I know how hard that is.

I lost my mum
just before we moved to England.

I should've skipped training
that day.

'I didn't wanna let you down.'

Me?

I knew how hard you'd worked,
how important it was to you.

'Thanks.'

I'm sorry.

You kept it.

Of course.
I owe him my life.

He was a good man.

Right.

I'm connecting the hard drive now.

'Ready when you are.'

'OK, Jess, I see it.'

I've breached Dr Nolan's firewall,
and I'm taking over.

'That folder contains all the CCTV
from the pub.'

It should be that file.

'Dated 18 months ago.'
Got it.

Jess, let's keep
the nature of your assailants

under wraps for now.

We don't know if or how
the military is involved.

Who's that?

'Nicholas Martin.'

The missing project manager
I was doing the story on.

Yes, er, we'll need
to talk about that.

I know.

'And that's the mystery man.'

That's a hell of a way
to give someone a lift.

Is that all we have?

'Yeah.'
Thank you, Jess.

Er... OK, Matthew,

I'm not sure what
we're in the middle of right now,

or who had Ruth shot,

so if I have medical supplies
sent over,

can you stabilise Ruth on site?

Er, yeah, she'll need IV cefalexin,
a modified-release opiate

and another unit of O negative.

Natalie. Consider it done.

I don't know about you...

but I need a drink.

Bring up the mystery man again.

He looks familiar. Enhance his face.

Run facial against the MOD database.

Got him.

Flight Lieutenant Patrick Johnson.

As in the pilot of the D-300?

So, Nicholas Martin
filed a complaint about the D-300,

and the same day
the plane goes down,

he meets up with the pilot.

Why?

Perhaps to warn him about
a mechanical problem with the plane?

Hm...

Megan, grab the plates off his car,
find out where he went next.

It was 18 months ago, Ma'am.
No districts store CCTV that long.

Try gate records at RAF Northolt.

Johnson flew from there that night,
so it's worth a shot.

You're right, Sir.
Yeah.

He entered the airbase 21 minutes
after leaving the pub car park.

And that was 24 hours before
Nick Martin's reported suicide.

And looking at how friendly he is
with those guards,

I'm guessing
no-one checked his boot.

The question is, why was he there?

And how does this help us
get Peterson off that bloody plane?

Any news from MI5?
Nothing yet, Sir.

So, you joined the army
and travelled the world?

'I did.'

This is my first time back in
England since I left the regiment.

Not even to see your family?

Nah.

My dad and I
never really saw eye to eye.

After my mum died...

it was like the glue
holding us together was gone.

'Didn't see much point in
coming back, if that makes sense.'

Yeah.

My dad closed up after my mum died.

Remarried.

Wouldn't talk to me about her.

I was so mad at him for so long.

Felt like he was forgetting her...

and me.

'But recently,
he started opening up.'

So I'm glad I didn't give up on him.

'You only get one dad.'

Oh, it's Delaney calling.

Ma'am?

I'm calling to tell you
I'm off the plane.

You landed.
'We did.'

Thank God. And the bomb?

Still active.

He let us all disembark except
for Defence Secretary Peterson.

Where are you on finding this guy?

So, right now, Noel King and
Ambassador Tillman are both safe.

Brody and I
have staked out an office,

and we're waiting for the killer
to make his move.

'Remember, he has the detonator.
He can't be allowed to use it.'

'Lewis to RSO Brody.'

Go for Brody.

'There's something wrong with King.'

Security sweep.

Sir, I can't let you through.

I hear voices outside, Ma'am.
I have to go.

I need to check inside that office.

Whoa, it's me!

Jesus, I nearly shot you!

On your feet, Air Marshal.

Something's wrong with King.
What?

What's happening?

Can't breathe.

Have you called the medics?
They're on their way.

What are those?
Nicotine gum.

I fucking hate them.

Well, then, why'd you buy them?

I didn't.
So, where'd you get them?

A DSS agent... took pity on me.

Was it Agent Marks?

I think so, yeah.

Tell the medic he's been poisoned.

Don't panic, but if it's
like the courier at Heathrow,

it's strychnine.

Lewis to medical.

So, he didn't show
because he thought these

would have already killed King.

This is Brody.
I need a status update on AMBUS.

AMBUS is secure, sir.

'Nobody gets access to him
without a direct order from me.

'I want agents on the stairs
and the elevators locked off.'

This is humiliating.

How can America's
finest protection service

not neutralise one goddamn man?

Starting tomorrow, I'm instigating
a complete overhaul of the DSS.

After tonight's performance,
you'll be lucky

if any one of you has a fucking...

What? No, no...

You're fucking kidding me.
Where is it?!

Fuck!

Is he gonna be OK?
Yes, Ma'am.

Fuck!
What's happened?

Air Marshal Johnson's gone.

What do you mean, "gone"?

She means he played us, Hana!

She means, instead of coming here,
the killer took him.

Well, unless
they're working together.

They're not. This is Brody.
The intruder has a hostage.

Air Marshal John Johnson.
Wait, hostage?

If you locate them, do not engage.
Hold your fire.

Repeat, hold your fire!
What are you doing?!

We have a father-and-son team
with a motive to kill.

It's not his son, Hana.

Yeah? Without a photograph,
how could you know?

Because I'm his son!

What?

Charles Johnson,
estranged from his father,

joined the army at 21, ex-SAS.

Just let me explain.
No.

That Air Marshal DIDN'T
mistake you for someone else.

He knew who you were,
and you didn't say anything!

I was shocked to see him.
It's been decades!

So you hid his identity from me

when you KNEW there was a chance
he was a suspect in these MURDERS!

I wanted to make sure he wasn't
involved before I exposed him.

Before he exposed YOU!

What are the odds of both me
and my father being here tonight?

We know Tillman and the others
lied about my brother's death.

That gives us both motive!

And the nail in the coffin?

He got sent money from a Russian
bank this morning, BRC Finances.

So did I.

What?

Look.

This looks like I was paid
to let the killer into the Embassy.

Somebody's trying to frame us.

That's why I didn't tell you.

Not because I don't trust you.

Because I'd be pulled from the job,

and I need
to get to the bottom of this.

Can you help me?

Is anything you've told me true?

Did your mother even die,
or was that you playing me too?

Is it true? Are you Charles Johnson?

Yes, he is.

Hand over your sidearm.

Hana...

you know me.

I thought I did.

Your sidearm, RSO Brody.

Now!

Just remember who gave you that gun.

Restrain him.

On what charges?

Negligence of duty,
evidentiary misconduct

and possibly
conspiracy to commit murder.

Shit! Think!

Who the fuck would...?

He couldn't have...

The sonofabitch.

I'm gonna fucking end you!
Who are you?

Agent Thomas?

Explain the two names.

They're my legal names.
How?

I was an army brat.

I was born in the States
when my dad was stationed there.

It was before they were married,
so I got both surnames,

Brody-Johnson.

When my dad got posted to Scotland,
Mum was happy because she was home.

She was pregnant with Pat when
he got his next posting, abroad.

We stayed.

We didn't see my dad
very much after that.

And when we did...

it wasn't exactly happy families.

Especially the name thing.

He kept insisting I was Charles,

but my mother always called me
by my middle name.

Clay.

Yeah.

Agent Thomas?

Agent Thomas?

What the fuck?

Who opened the escape door?

You!

So, it was you and your...

son.

Step over there, Ambassador.

Next to Air Marshal Johnson.

Just so we're clear,
I'm not his son.

So, why does Thames House
have a military file

for Charles Johnson?

The Army uses
your first and last name.

That's just what they do.

But even within the regiment,
I was always called Clay,

like you knew me,

and then I went back to Clay Brody
as soon as I was discharged.

That's the truth. That's everything.

So, why didn't you
just tell us this,

instead of wasting our time?

Cos I knew this would happen.

How'd you get in the safe?

Who gave you the code?

You did.

I watched you.

OK.

So, you got what you came for.

Now what?

You're gonna pick up the phone,
and you're gonna call security.

That's a joke, right?

I want you to call off the lockdown.

So you can escape with my case?
Fuck you!

OK. Help! HELP!

Security!
Somebody, help us!

It's soundproofed, remember?

Relax.

Listen, whatever you're being paid,
I'll double it...

if you walk away
and leave the case.

Five.
I'll triple it.

Four.

Oh, come on, man.
Everybody's got a price.

Name yours. Anything!

Three.
Fuck! Stop!

Two.
OK, OK. You win.

Don't say anything other than
you're calling off the lockdown.

Security? This is the Ambassador.

Ms Redding,
the lockdown's been cancelled.

Who gave that order?

Ambassador Tillman.

What? That doesn't make any sense.

Why would he do that now?

He wouldn't.

Unless someone forced him to.

Well, he'll use it to escape.
You need to reinstate the lockdown.

I can't, only Tillman can.
Shit!

Give me your radio.

Take the gun, Air Marshal.

I said, take it!

What are you doing?

For Christ's sake, man,
I-I-I did what you asked.

This is DCM Redding.

Eighth floor team check in.
Does anyone have eyes on AMBUS?

'We're outside his door,
checking now.'

Let me help.

You're not going anywhere.

Air Marshal, don't...

'Agent Thomas, is
everything OK in there?'

Please...

I-I know how your son really died.

Wait!

All right, move.

'Agent Thomas, is everything OK
in there? Agent Thomas?'

What have you done?

You mean, what have you done?

Let's go.

'This is a fire alert.

'Please leave by the closest exit.'

We need to evacuate the building.

'This is a fire alert.
Please leave by the closest exit.'

Make your way to the door, please.
Go!

Come on, keep moving.

Sir.

Shoot out the glass!
It's bulletproof.

Where are the locks?
Top and bottom.

Right, get out the way.

Clear.

You two, check the passage.
On me.

Shit!

I need medics
at the Ambassador's office.

I've got an agent down,
and AMBUS is...

Dead.

Oh, my God.

They escaped through the passage.
Warn the doors.

Ms Redding, warn the doors.

This is DCM Redding
to personnel working all exits.

'AMBUS is dead.

'Stop Air Marshal Johnson
and his accomplice

'from leaving the Embassy
by all means necessary.

'Shoot them if you have to.'

This way, please.

The Ambassador's briefcase is gone.

What briefcase?

It contained classified documents.

'I see Air Marshal Johnson.

'South-east stairwell.
Entering parking level two.'

Stop.