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

I give you my word.

A diplomatic courier's
been murdered.

David Mills. He just arrived
on a red eye from DC.

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

He's the senator for Minnesota.

The bag may have originated
from his office,

but he's been in his home state,
and so have his staff.

Patrick was an exceptional pilot.

He would never endanger his aircraft
or his crew.

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

It was never recovered.

How's your first week?
Good, Sir.

I just don't want to let you down.

Your husband's hard drive
is missing from his computer.

Do you know why?
He said he was out of options,

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

The same day the plane goes down,

he meets up with the pilot,
Patrick Johnson. Why?

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

Intruder has a hostage,
Air Marshal John Johnson.

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

It's not his son, Hana.

How could you know that?
Because I'm his son!

Your sidearm, RSO Brody.

Is anything you've told me true?
Did your mother even die?

The Ambassador's briefcase is gone.

Help! Air Marshall,
for Christ's sake, man,

I-I did what you asked.
Wait!

Look for somebody
hiding a small fire

by starting a larger one.

'Alex. How's DC?

'I, uh... I heard you won't
be at the party. Pity.

'You'll be missed.'

I'm calling you to give you
a final chance to reconsider.

Oh, that's very generous of you,

but, listen,
I'm actually gonna be meeting...

'This blackmail has gone on long
enough. I want my property back.'

You wanted Downing Street support
for the ambassadorship -

I provided it.

You wanted me to increase the order
for the D-300 -

I arranged that.

'I've given you
everything you asked for.'

And I'm grateful.

You're a piece of shit.

Manners, Alex. This isn't personal.
It's business.

What you have
is very bloody personal to me.

So I'm warning you...
'Warning me?'

You're forgetting who's got
the noose around their neck.

'And whose hand is on the rope.'

That's why you have
a meeting scheduled

with the Prime Minister on Monday,
isn't it?

You plan to expose me.

You were always just a stepping
stone on the way to the White House.

'In two days, I'll be the hero
exposing a corrupt Brit.

'And there's nothing you can do
to stop it.'

Courier David Mills
to collect a diplomatic bag

from Senator Webb's office.

Thank you.

Sign here, please.

Have a safe flight.

'Flight DL586
from Washington has just landed.'

Very good, Mr Mills.
Welcome to the UK.

'I have eyes on the courier.'

Double espresso? David?

'He just stopped to get
his regular coffee. Are we a go?'

Yes.
'Making contact now.'

Oh, Jesus!

Here you go.
Thank you.

'It's done.'

Can I take your bags, sir?
That's OK.

'Cleaner is en route
to retrieve the bag.'

I'm about to board the plane,
so no more verbal contact.

Only text.
'Understood.'

And remember - no loose ends.

Thank you, Tony.
You're welcome.

Mr Peterson forgot this.
That was a close one. Cheers.

Thank you, Rowan.
Thanks.

To missing Tillman's party.

Why didn't you just shoot me
in the Ambassador's office?

That wasn't part of the plan.

Follow me! Section 3.

And don't even think
about calling for help.

You just killed the US Ambassador.

You won't last any longer than me.

He said he knew how my son
had really died. Do you?

No, and I don't care. Go.

Do you even know what it is
that you've stolen?

Soldiers like me
never get full operational intel.

You're not a soldier.
You're a murderer.

Stop! Police. Don't move!

Let him go.

Walk away, Hana.

I didn't kill you, but I could have.

No, you couldn't.

I was your eyes and ears.
You needed me.

Now let him go.
Hey, stay back.

Or I'll kill him.

Shoot him and you're dead.
There's no way out of this.

I mean Defence Secretary Peterson.

One click and he's gone.

Now drop the gun, kick it away...

or I'll blow up the plane.

Do it!

You know, you're right, Hana.

I did need you.

But I don't any more.

Hana! Detonator!

Got it!

Get down! Stay down!

I've disabled the detonator.

Get up!

On your feet. Now.

Are you OK?
Yes, I am.

Thanks to you.

Against the wall.

Hands behind your back.
I'll cover him.

Don't fucking move.

RSO Brody, drop the gun.
Drop the weapon!

Wait, we've got him!
You're under arrest.

Right now, on your knees.
All right!

On your knees, now!

He's getting away!

You just let him go!
Watch him.

Fuck!

Close the exit gate.
This is Agent Lewis.

Close parking gate B1.

Stop! Stop!

I said stop!

Shit!

Thank you, Hana.
What's happened?

Ronald Tillman was just murdered.

He was what?
Shot in his own office.

Hana said that the killer escaped
from the Embassy on foot, so...

Megan, I want you to pull up
street cameras around the perimeter,

focus on male guests
leaving on foot. On it, Ma'am.

Jesus, Madeline,
this is a political disaster.

A US Ambassador to the UK...

Right now, only Hana and the DSS
know about this,

so let's keep it that way.

There's a killer loose in our city,

and the last thing we need
is a media circus.

I should quietly brief
the Prime Minister.

Can you tell her
that Hana Li has the detonator,

so the Defence Secretary is safe.

Well, that's something at least.
Yeah.

Where's the Air Marshal?
He was taken to get checked out.

He got away?

Hana, listen.

I know I lied to you tonight.

But I would never lie
about my mother.

And I do regret
what happened at Hendon.

Yes, Ms Reding.

It's somewhere here.

What are you doing?

Looking for this.

What's that?

The briefcase that was stolen
from Tillman's safe.

You can go.
I can handle RSO Brody from here.

I don't think I'm your RSO any more.

Not after tonight.

Ma'am,
you shouldn't be opening that.

This is Agent Lewis
for Acting Ambassador Reding.

Don't. She's right.

The intruder didn't just
break into the Embassy to kill.

He needed whatever
is in this briefcase.

It mattered.

They said it was
classified documents.

What is this?

Did the pilot try
and send a distress signal?

Without the voice recorder,
we'll never know.

It's the cockpit voice recorder
from the D-300.

They all said
it was never recovered.

Bastards lied.

Yes, Ma'am.
They found the missing briefcase.

This is evidence.
We need to hear what's on it.

They won't let it
out of the Embassy.

They won't? Or you won't?

Sir, the FBI are here. You're both
wanted upstairs with the case.

Lead the way.

Where's your car?

On the right. Bay five.

Give me your keys.

This is Lewis. Walking them up now.

Let's go.

Sir, what are you doing?
Hana, get in.

RSO Brody.
Lewis, I'm sorry.

I have orders, Sir. I can't
let you leave with that case.

Then you're going
to have to shoot me,

because we're getting in that car,
and I'm driving her out of here.

Two British airmen are dead.
One of them was my brother.

Hana, in.

Hey, Ruth.

Welcome back.

How's the pain, one to ten?

Eleven.

Yep, I remember that.

This'll help.

The CCTV footage.
Shh, shh, shh.

I need to get it to Thames House.
Just relax.

It's been taken care of.

Jess sent it to Delaney earlier.
Delaney?

She's safe. She's off the plane.

Open. Try to rest.

Thank you.
You should thank Jess.

It was her blood that saved you.
Hey.

You had me worried.

'Hana, what's the news
from the Embassy?'

I'm not in the Embassy, Ma'am.
I'm in my car with Brody.

I understood you were
under house arrest, RSO Brody.

Yeah, I decided not to be.

Ma'am, the intruder
broke into the Ambassador's safe

and stole a briefcase
before he escaped.

What was in it?

'Acting Ambassador Reding
said it was classified documents.'

So either she was lying
or doesn't know the truth.

What's the truth?

'It contains
a cockpit voice recorder.

'Military grade.'

I think it's from the D-300.

And you have it?
'Yes.'

Have you listened to it?

I wouldn't know how.

Brody helped
me get it out of the Embassy

before the FBI could claim it.

I guess we owe you our thanks.

Yeah, well, I don't want
your thanks, Ma'am.

'I want your word that
we can listen to what's on it.'

That's classified
military information, Agent Brody.

Sir, this recording
is criminal evidence.

It's crucial not only
to my murder investigation,

but could also be instrumental
in clearing Brody's name.

I understand your position, DS Li,
but that's not how this works.

I think what Hana's
too polite to say, Sir, is...

you either let us
hear the recording,

or we'll take our chances
with the FBI.

Very well.

Bring it in, and you have my word
you'll hear what's on it.

Good. Cos we're parked outside.

She's sleeping.
Good.

Hungry?
Not really.

You should eat something.
Doctor's orders.

Matt?
Mm?

Do you ever think
about what happened?

With Blindside, I mean.

You don't get renditioned and shot
and just forget about it.

Nights are the worst for me.
Yeah.

I still see Sir George's face.

I'd never seen somebody die before.

It will get easier.

Does it?

I know I've lost...
a few patients in the OR.

But I choose to focus
on the ones that I've saved.

Like you should, with Ruth.

Actually, erm...

I am quite hungry.

Are you sure you're ready for this?

He was my brother.

Ma'am, the CVR is ready.

I've cued it to just before
the D-300 enters US airspace.

Thank you, Megan.

Anyone without STRAP clearance,
could you leave the room, please?

Right.

Let's hear what was worth
all those lives.

'You decided what you're
gonna do with the weekend furlough?'

'I've never been
to a baseball game before,

'so I thought
I might check one out.'

'I went to one. Goes on forever.

'You could skip everything
but the last inning.'

Is that your brother?
Yeah.

'Alpha One Niner,
contact Newark Centre

'on one-three-two...'

Newark Centre
on one-three-two-decimal-two,

thanks for your company,
Alpha One Niner.

Newark Centre Ascot Alpha One Niner,
flight level three-four-zero.

'Alpha One Niner, identified.

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

'en route to Cuba
running drills in the area.'

Good to know, Newark.
Alpha One Niner.

Chart a course
around the hostile airspace.

Let's give these Russians
a wide berth.

Hey, Pat. How long til we land?
About 90 minutes.

'Roger that.'

Who was that?
I don't know.

There's a third person
on board that plane.

Sir, we have an encrypted
call coming in over secure comms.

Alpha One Niner,
Flight Lieutenant Johnson.

'Who am I speaking with?'

'This is Secretary of Defence
Alex Peterson.'

What the hell?

'What can I do for you, sir?'

'It's come to my attention
that you have a passenger on board.'

A passenger?

I'm afraid you're misinformed, sir.

'Don't play games,
Flight Lieutenant.

'I know you smuggled Nicholas Martin
onto the aircraft.'

I can assure you, sir,
I have no idea who that is.

The missing project manager.

'Why don't I tell you who he is?
The man is a traitor.

'The hard drive he has on his person
contains national security intel

'that could seriously damage
the safety of our country.

'It cannot reach America,

'and I am ordering you
to turn the plane around.'

That's a negative on that request.

We unfortunately
don't have the fuel.

Sir, we have plenty of fuel.
I'm not turning back.

'Flying Officer Edney.'
Yes, sir?

'I need you to turn
that plane around. That's an order.'

Yes, sir.

Paul, don't touch those controls.
He's lying.

Nicholas Martin is not a traitor.

'I gave you an order,
Officer Edney.'

Flight Lieutenant Johnson refuses.
'Then bloody make him!

'Or you'll face the same
treason charges that he will.

Flying Officer, get back
in your seat. That's an order!

Put the gun down.

Turn the plane around.

The Defence Secretary is lying.

Turn it around.
You must listen to me.

The reason he wants me back
is because I found evidence

that he's been embezzling
millions of dollars

from the financing of the D-300.

'He's had me followed.'

My life has been threatened.

My only chance to stay alive
is to expose him in America.

I've got nowhere else to go.

I have my orders.
Listen to him, Paul, for God's sake!

He has a wife and twins.
Turn the plane around!

Stand down!

Stand down, goddammit!

Patrick?

'Pat? Are you hit?'

God, he's been shot.

Stay with me.

The bullet hit
the flight control system.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
I can't take control.

Instruments aren't responsive.

We have a catastrophic
system failure.

'Engine one is down,
engine two failing.'

'Warning, terrain.'

'Engine two has failed.
We have no power.'

'Warning, terrain.'

'Pull up.'
Come on, Patrick!

'Pull up.'

Peterson's order caused the crash.

All to save his own skin.

I'm so sorry.

I knew it couldn't be pilot error.

That was never gonna be
how Pat went out.

He was a hero.
He died protecting his friend.

I used to wish
I could be more like him.

You saved your father's life
tonight.

I don't think you're
as different as you think.

OK?

Yeah. So, what we now know
is that this was never

about who gave testimony in DC.

This was about
silencing whoever knew

about Peterson's embezzlement
of American money.

Once the voice recorder
was recovered, Perry Lambert,

whose company made it,

would have been tasked
with accessing the recording.

And as chief safety officer
on the project,

Craig Stewart
would also have heard it...

and reported its contents
to his boss, Ronald Tillman...

God! Ah!

While he was still
CEO of AM Aeronautics.

Why didn't this all come out
at the hearing in Washington?

It was more valuable as a secret.

Tillman already had his eye
on the US Ambassador job

as a stepping stone
to the White House.

I can only assume that he used
this recording to blackmail Peterson

into getting Downing Street
to back his nomination.

But what about the bomb
on your flight?

Peterson must've planted it himself.

Director General Delaney?

Whose laptop is this?

It's Mr Peterson's.

That's not mine.

For the revenge plan to stick,

he would have had to look
like a victim too.

He even had a plan
for how to land the plane

before the Prime Minister
could order us shot down.

So we have to figure it out.

I mean, can we...
can we trick the bloody thing?

So what now?
You arrest Peterson?

We don't have enough evidence.

What? He didn't tell Edney
to kill your brother.

He just asked him
to turn the plane around.

And the rest was an accident.

He ordered the execution
of the US bloody Ambassador!

We can't prove that.

Then we'll get him
on the embezzlement. No.

After what he's done,
I want him nailed for everything.

Right, excuse me.
Director General Delaney.

Director General?
This is Acting Ambassador Reding.

'Ms Reding, how can I help you?'

RSO Brody and DS Li
took something from the Embassy

they were not authorised to.

Oh? What was that?

A briefcase containing
highly classified documents

that were stolen
from the former ambassador's safe.

'It is imperative we get them back.'

I can assure you,
I have no classified US documents.

I know RSO Brody and DS Li
entered Thames House 20 minutes ago.

'That's true.'

But as I said,
I have no classified US documents.

Ms Reding, woman to woman,
I need you to listen very carefully.

I'm gonna give you
the benefit of the doubt

and assume
that you really don't know

what Tillman had in that briefcase.

If that is the case,

and if you have
any personal political ambitions,

I would urge you to hang up

and distance yourself
from what comes next.

Madeline?

Megan hacked Peterson's phone
records and decrypted a message.

It's the time and location
they plan to hand off the CVR.

Right, let's make sure we get there
first and take them both down.

But his plan
to frame my family failed.

My father's still alive,
and they don't have the CVR.

Peterson doesn't know that.

And I intend to keep it that way.

Madeline.
'Alex. Good news - you're safe.'

We have the detonator.
'You do?'

Thank God. What happened?

We tracked Air Marshal Johnson
to his home,

but by the time
the police got there,

he'd already committed suicide.

Suicide?

He left a note saying
that he did it all for his son.

Jeez. He really was crazy.

And the intruder in the Embassy?

'Got away with whatever secrets
were in Tillman's briefcase.'

Damn it.

'Oh, don't worry, Alex.
We'll get him.'

You must be anxious
to get off the plane.

I've arranged a car for you.

'Thank you, Madeline.'

You are truly a woman of your word.

Yes, I am.

Right, block his phone
without him knowing.

No calls or texts in or out
unless we allow it.

Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon.

We just got word
from Thames House, Sir,

that you're safe
to leave the aircraft.

Yes. Thank you.

So, what happens
to that piece of junk?

It'll be destroyed, Sir.

As we would any real IED.

Good man.

And well done.
It was all very convincing.

The rest of your money will be wired
within the hour.

Thank you, Sir.

Bring in the TCV.

His man doesn't have the CVR.

Aren't you worried he'll cancel?

We're blocking
Peterson's phone, remember,

so the only way he can deliver
the news is in person.

Well, well, well.

What are you up to, Peterson?

It's time. He should be here.

Eyes open, everyone.

All call signs,
this is five-one-Zulu

requesting a perimeter check.

'This is two-five-Delta.

'South-west perimeter all clear.
Over.'

'Roger that, sniper two.
Sniper one, status update?'

'Sniper one, do you read? Over.'

'Sniper one, do you read? Over.'

Sniper one isn't responding.

I'll check it out?

Come on, come on, come on.

Something's wrong.
We're losing him.

Get me that bag.

What are you doing?

If we can't get them both,
we need a confession.

'All officers be aware,
Agent Brody is in play.'

He's what?

Comms check.

We hear you. Don't fuck this up.

Sorry, mate.

You're not selling me out.

I was beginning to think
you weren't coming, Fox.

Probably because he's not.

RSO Brody.

'That's very good,
Defence Secretary,

'considering we've never met.'

Sit the fuck down.

And relax.

If I were here to kill you,
you'd be dead already.

Move it or lose it, Agent Brody.

Sniper one, this is DS Li.

'Do you copy?'

'No movement on
street level or stairwells. Over.'

I can hear your radio.

'Why aren't you responding?'

Come in, sniper one.

So, what are you doing here?

I'm here for the same reason
as you -

to make a trade.

Everyone thinks your man
got out of the Embassy

with Tillman's briefcase.

But he didn't.

Pull up your shirt.
You think I'd wear a wire?

'See? No wire.'

Sniper one down.

Simon.

Urgent back up required. Now!

What do you want, Agent Brody?

Money.

You framed me along with my old man,
and now I'm fucked.

Now, frankly, I couldn't give
a shit what happens to him.

But I need to leave the country
because of you.

So you're gonna pay.

How much?

'Whatever you paid
to have the Ambassador killed.'

'Are you out of your mind?
I don't have that kind of money.'

The price only goes up from here.

Look at me!

Well... if you're not interested,

I'm sure there are others
who will be.

Stop! Christ!

Fine.

I'll pay.

The same as you paid
to have the others killed,

and not a penny fucking less.

I already said yes.

Brody, you've got him.

I said, look at me.

You like fucking
with people's lives, do you?

Yeah? Well, how does it feel now?

Hana!

You won't kill me.

You wanna bet?

Hana?

Now you're only alive cos of me.

Arrest him.

Are you OK?

On your front.
Give me your hands.

I am now.

This is the second half
of Fox's money.

Consider it a down payment.

Now give me the CVR.

If I'd known you Johnsons
were so buyable,

I'd have offered your brother money.

What did you say?

What?

Shit. No, Brody, he's confessed.

'Can we get Brody out of there?'
Team Alpha, move in.

What's happening? Simon!

You don't know the first
fucking thing about my brother.

He could never have been bought.

I know that my brother died
because of an order you gave.

What are you...? How...?

You listened to the CVR.
We all did.

'For fuck's sake.'

'To protect yourself,

'you took the lives
of three good men.'

And do you feel one iota
of fucking remorse?

No, no, no. No, no, no.

No. You double down.

To cover up,
you have more people murdered.

Armed police! Armed police!
Armed police!

Armed police, hands on the wheel!

Now! Hands on the wheel!
Stay back!

Back! Stay the fuck back!

'I mean it. Back!'

Brody, talk to me!

Stay out of this, Hana.

'We have him. He's done.
He's going to prison.'

You don't need to do this
to get justice.

Men like him
don't see the inside of prison.

He will. I swear.

'He needs to pay.'

He needs to fucking pay!

'Not like this, Agent Brody.'

You shoot him,
and your life is over.

Brody, put down the gun

and get out of the car.

Your father's already lost one son.

'Don't make him lose two.'

He'd thank me.
'Will he? I don't think he will.'

He protected your identity
at the Embassy.

And you did that for him.

'That has to mean something.'
Argh!

Please don't throw your future away
for another piece of shit!

You did that at Hendon.
I will not let you do that again.

Grr!

Get him out my sight.

Go, go.
Show us your hands!

Out!
Show us your hands!

That's for Patrick.

Move!

Please tell me
this is about more than money.

Don't you dare judge me, Madeline.

I brought manufacturing
back to Britain.

I helped stabilise the economy.

What I did will probably
get this Cabinet re-elected.

This is not a trade-off, Alex.

You can't excuse what you've done.
You can't justify it.

Our actions matter.

Who we are matters.

And who you are is a liar, a thief

and a killer of innocent people.
Innocent...

All to cover up
your grubby little secret.

They were blackmailing me!

And tomorrow morning, at nine,

Tillman was going to stand
in front of the PM and destroy me!

And you would've deserved it.

I've given over 30 years
to this fucking job.

What I deserve is my slice!

You don't get a slice,

you self-entitled prick.

Serving is a privilege!

Every day, we walk through shit
so that the public doesn't have to!

That's the job!

That's what we sign up for.

Otherwise,
why the fuck do we even exist?!

You should be thanking me.

Tillman was heading
to the White House.

Would you really want
a man like that

with his finger
on the nuclear button?

You're no better than him, Alex.

In fact, you're worse,

because at least
he didn't hide who he really was.

Take him away.

Move.

Turns out we work
pretty well together...

all things considered.

It only took 15 years to find out.

I really thought
you were gonna kill Peterson.

Me too.

Thank you.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I'm starving.

I could eat.

Why don't you let me buy you
a belated birthday breakfast?

Only if it's fried
and drowning in grease.

A woman after my own heart.

So, what do you think
you'll do next?

You mean after the FBI
have charged me with treason?

Huh. Well, I'm sure Delaney
can help smooth that over.

Thank you.

Both of you.
You're welcome.

Yeah. All in a night's work.

Just let Jess drive you
to the hospital next time.

Oh, actually, wait up.
I'm coming with you!

I wanna get some quotes
for my article.

Thanks, Matt.

You always know where I am
if you need me.

It's official.

The MOD has retracted
its ruling of pilot error.

Patrick's full honours
will be restored.

Quite right.

If you wanna take a walk...

I'll tell you what I know.

Once again, Hana, your country
owes you a great deal,

but we really must
stop meeting like this.

Just tell me where
the next international crisis is,

and I will happily be...
anywhere else.

I was reading your file
on the way over.

It seems that you've been passed
over for promotion a few times.

As I said to Brody,
not everyone likes my style.

Hmm. Well, like it.

So, erm... how about you come
and work for me at Thames House?

You're serious?
I am.

Thanks.

Is that a yes?

It's a thank you.

For the offer.

It means a lot.

But if I'm really honest
with myself...

I think I'm still a detective
cos that's who I'm supposed to be.

Understood.

Enjoy the coffee.

If you change your mind,
my offer stands.