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

-[CROWD CHEERING]
-I want answers

about what really happened
to my son.

You're Patrick Johnson's father.

[IN RUSSIAN ACCENT] Give me
your ID and access cards.

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

O'HANLON: Enough to blow
your plane out of the sky.

Somebody inside your embassy has called
in a bomb threat against our flight.

MAN [IN RUSSIAN ACCENT]: If
the plane drops below 20,000 feet,

the bomb will self-detonate.

BRODY: We've still
no cameras or door access data.

-Initiate a lockdown.
-What do you know?

We're working under the
assumption 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.

-[PHONE VIBRATING]
-Prime Minister?

PRIME MINISTER: How soon can you
assume command at Thames House?

MADELINE: There's no way
to defuse it, is there?

No.

-Samson D-300?
-Well, she thinks

that's what connects the
bomb threat to these murders.

The Secretary of Defense,
Craig Stewart,

and Perry Lambert all testified
in a closed-door hearing in D.C.

Looks like we're going to
the same floor.

BRODY: Intruder is in
the south elevator heading up.

Agents respond.

[GRUNTING]

[GUN COCKS]

[FOOTSTEPS POUNDING]

[GUNSHOT]

Shot fired.

[PANTING]

-AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors closing.
-No, no. Hana!

[PANTING]

[GRUNTS]

Hana.

[VOICE ECHOING] Are you hit?

Are you okay?

Hey. Hey, Hana.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

[PANTING]

[BEEPS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

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

-DSS AGENT: Let's move.
-All available agents,

deploy to the southwest corner
of the building.

Intruder is disguised
as a DSS agent.

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

Repeat, shoot on sight.

[PANTING]

[BREATHES SHAKILY]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

BRODY: Hana?

You okay?

How am I still alive?

Why didn't he shoot me?

I don't know.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

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

Yes, someone called and said
you were coming.

I'd like to ask you
some questions

about your husband,
if you don't mind.

Of course. Come inside.

It's, uh...

We were just talking about Nick.

You were? With whom?

A reporter.
I'd like you to meet...

RUTH: Jess?

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.

Uh, engines,
flight systems, electronics.

Were you aware that 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.

You were scared for your safety?

-Yes.
-[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Does he have a home office?

It's upstairs.

If it's okay,
I'd like to take a look.

-I'll come with you.
-That won't be necessary, Jess.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

-Thanks.
-Mm.

Yes, sir.

Here.

Are you sure
you know how to use this?

It wasn't exactly
on the syllabus at Hendon.

Learned a few things since then.

Sir, the first camera's
coming back online.

BRODY: And
the door access records?

SECURITY OFFICER: Coming up now.

HANA: 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.

HANA: Are there any new cards?

BRODY: No.

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

So 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?

HANA: You think he cloned it?

He had the time.

Twenty minutes ago.

BRODY: This was
all part of his plan.

HANA: 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.

BRODY [ON PHONE SPEAKER]: Okay.

Let's check it out ourselves.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUN COCKS]

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Doors opening.

This is definitely
where he's been hiding.

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.

Lock security privileges
for Agent McQueen.

Still don't understand
why MI5 are here.

It's a good thing. It means people
are finally taking this seriously.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

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?

LAUREN: Uh, he said
he was out of options

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

RUTH: Did he say
who those people were?

No. He wouldn't tell me.

I think that was
for her own protection.

BRODY: 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,

and 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 VIBRATING]

-Ma'am.
-MADELINE: 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.

HANA: Who's that?

He's a senator from Minnesota.

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

MADELINE: 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.

MADELINE: 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?

It means, sir,
that he's not Russian.

He's British Special Forces.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[PHONE RINGING]

-Prime Minister.
-PRIME MINISTER [ON PHONE]: 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.

PRIME MINISTER: Do you understand
that if it explodes over London,

the debris will kill far more
than the five souls on board?

I do understand, Prime Minister.

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.

PRIME MINISTER: They reach
the coastline in 50 minutes.

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

I will down that plane.

Understood.

Fuck.

You can tell me now why MI5 is
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.

Uh...

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.

[CAR STARTS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Come on, come on.

[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 smoke screen.

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.

JOHN: Listen up.

Everybody.

Hana Li's reported

that the intruder
in the embassy is British.

-[ALL MURMURING]
-JOHN: 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.

Okay.

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.

-[ALL CHATTERING]
-JOHN: 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 D.C. dead,

and gets that detonator.

And what are
the chances of that?

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

MEGAN [ON PHONE]
Ma'am, it's Megan.

What have you got?

MEGAN: 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.

MADELINE: 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?

MEGAN: 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.

MADELINE: 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?

MEGAN: 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 is 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

toward Tillman,
myself, or the others.

Does this friend have a name?

Somebody at the club.

"Somebody at the club."

Okay.

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.

JOHN: 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.

[SIGHS]

BRODY [ON PHONE]:
How do you want to handle this?

HANA: 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, sir?

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 sat-phone.

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

Are you involved?

JOHN: With what?

Don't play dumb.

What do you know
about the murders?

-Murders?
-RSO Brody.

Everybody's going to
know eventually,

and we don't have time to waste.

I see. That's what all the...

whispering and security
is about.

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

We've now learned 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 honors.

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?

HANA: 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.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

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

I'll do the talking.

Can I help you?

Julie Breslin?

-JULIE: 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?

Uh, 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
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?

Thirty-five minutes.

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 pressurized cabin?

Yes, so it can't.

It 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 have made you angry.

Wouldn't you be?

Their lies caused my son

to be buried in disgrace.

Why do you assume they lied?

JOHN: 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?

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

HANA: If you
haven't been in contact,

how could 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.

-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?

HANA: Ambassador, you can't just
come in here and...

It's a yes or no question.

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

You two get out.
I want to talk to him alone.

Oh, I can't allow that.

-Remove her.
-Ma'am.

-Ambassador, stop!
-HANA: Let go of me!

I said get your hands off me!

Where's your son hiding?

Sir.

Fuck it. Make him talk.

[GRUNTING]

Drop your weapon!

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

Not like this.

[CHUCKLING] Come on, D.S. Li.

You're not about to
shoot anyone.

[PANTING]

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.

[PANTS]

You okay? 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's
not gonna do you any good.

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

Yeah, well,
it matters to me, okay?

Because the only reason
I'm even breathing right now

is because of a choice he made,
not me, him!

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

And men who are
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.

-[PANTING]
-[PHONE VIBRATING]

[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.

But they could be bankrolling
the men who are.

I don't buy it.

I don't care.

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

BRC Bank?

Yeah.

And he's going to tell me why.

Fuck!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

MADELINE: 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.

Okay, 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 anymore.

Or our rate of descent.

I can handle that from here.

Keep your altimeter at 30,000

and I'll read you
your true altitude.

MADELINE: 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.

Okay.

We have a plan.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

That's him.

Why is he wearing
his RAF uniform?

What the f...

RUTH: Freeze it.

Do you know who that is?

No.

RUTH: 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.

JOHN: 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.

[BEEP]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

He doesn't go anywhere,

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

MARINE: Understood, ma'am.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[EXHALES]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[LINE RINGING]

SIMON [ON PHONE]: 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.

[SIGHS] Christ.

HANA: 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.

Okay, 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 license for him.

Why is everything a dead end
with this guy?

We almost had him
cornered earlier,

but it's like
he knew we were coming.

SIMON: How?

I don't know.

SIMON: Okay, look,
I will keep digging.

Maybe he's
an international player,

maybe Interpol have
something on him.

Yeah, uh, sounds good.

I'll check in with you later.

[CLEARS THROAT]

HANA: Oh, God.

How'd it go
with the Air Marshal?

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

Maybe you can reach out
to SAS connections.

See if anyone remembers
Charles Johnson?

That'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.

[WHISPERING]
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.

MEGAN: Twenty-two minutes
to the coast.

SARAH: Roger that, Thames House.
Engage autopilot.

GAVIN: Autopilot engaged.

Rowan, come here.

Look, 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 practice?

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.

Um, no, no, no, um...

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

Uh, listen, I'm, um...

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

so don't pick up, okay?

And, um, Ayesha...

Thank you
for everything you do for us.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] Yeah.

Hello, love. It's me.

Uh, um, listen, I'm, um...
I'm in a bit of a situation.

By the time
you wake up tomorrow,

you'll understand
what that means or, um,

I'll explain it
over a glass of wine and, uh,

and we can laugh
at this message.

I, um...

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.

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

Um, on a practical note,

could you...
could you tell Ayesha

that there's a blue notebook
in my desk

and, um, inside are all our, um,

passwords and account codes,
and...

if you have any trouble,
just ask Megan.

I'm sure she'll help.

[KNOCKS ON PANEL]

Madeline, it's time.

Listen, love, I...
I've got to go.

I hope I'll see you soon.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

What are you doing?

Typing up my notes.

[SIREN WAILS]

I don't have time for this.

[SIGHS]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

SARAH: Stay calm. Small turns.

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

we'll get through this.

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

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Approaching 29,000.

[PHONE RINGING]

Sir. It's the Prime Minister.

Don't answer it.

[RINGING CONTINUES]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

JESS: Who are these guys?

RUTH: I don't know.

Can you
turn your engine off please

and present your license and ID?

I'm sorry, who are you?

We're military police, ma'am.

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

This an MOD road.

Can you step
out of the vehicle please?

I didn't see any signs.

No, well, they're there.

Have you been drinking
this evening, ma'am?

No.

[KNOCKS ON WINDOW]

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?
-RUTH: Get... Get your hands off her!

-Get your hands off her now!
-Get back!

-[ALL GRUNTING]
-OFFICER: Get back!

-Get back!
-[RUTH SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[OFFICER SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS] You bitch!

[GRUNTING]

Jess, get down! Drop the gun!
Jess, get down!

-[SCREAMS]
-[CHOKES]

[GROANING]

[PANTING] Jess? Are you hit?

No.

Are they dead?

Yeah.

JESS: He was after
the hard drive.

Ruth!

[RAGGED BREATHING]

Oh, my God, you're shot!

I'm calling an ambulance.

They'll take too long.

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

That footage is 18 months old.

What difference
does it make tonight?

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.

[GRUNTING AND GROANING]

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

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

-[GASPS]
-Okay.

Okay.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

You're making a mistake.

Yeah. Have you met me?

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[ALTIMETER CLICKING]

SARAH: Maintaining altitude
at 30,000 feet.

Steady does it.

MEGAN [ON RADIO]:
True altitude, 25,000 feet.

Crossing 22,000 feet.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

PILOT [ON RADIO]: Strike
Lima One, ready for take-off.

CONTROLLER [ON RADIO]:
Roger that, Strike Lima One.

Awaiting orders from command.

PILOT [ON RADIO]: Roger tower.

JOHN [ON RADIO]: In four
minutes, the PM will scramble jets.

You need to hurry.

Nice and steady.

GAVIN: We'll make it.

SARAH: Keep it at 30,000.

[PHONE RINGING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

It's Downing Street again.

Ignore it.

[RINGING CONTINUES]

Approaching 20,000 in 600 feet.

PILOT [ON RADIO]: Tower,
do we have the green light?

MEGAN [ON RADIO]: Four hundred.

Two hundred.

One hundred.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]