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Deepfakes have become
easier to create

and harder to detect.

How can we believe what we see?

Operation Veritas sees the launch
of a new kind of CCTV camera -

designed to detect cyber-attacks
and correction in real time.

Please do join me in welcoming
to the stage Isaac Turner.

We've lost it. Come to three.

Doors opening.

I'm told Carey-Cams
is trending already.

Get these cameras back up!

Doors closing.

I want you to put eyes
on Danny Hart.

And bring Gemma Garland in.

Correction is in play, Tom.

They're all suspects.

- I would delete that one if I were you.
- What the f...?

We have a deal.

Why would I do you a favour?

So I can owe you one.

That is not the shooter.

- Matches the others.
- Yes, because it's all been corrected.

Why am I the only one
who saw the suspect?

Forgive the intrusion.
I know this is a critical time.

Deputy Commander Carey, allow me
to introduce Commander Pierson,

our new head of SO15.

Pleased to meet you.

Firearms support.

- Sorry?
- Firearms Support to Ops Room One.

Firearms Support Ops Room One?

- Firearms Support?
- Intruder in CTC.

Intruder?

This is a security breach.
Threat level - critical.

- - Firearms support, 30 seconds.
- Remain exactly where you are.

- Hands where I can see them.
- Deputy Commander Carey,

I don't know what the hell
you think you're doing,

but you'd better have
a bloody good explanation for it.

What do you mean "compromised"?

Firearms support, 20 seconds.

Mr Pierson doesn't have clearance.

- Clearance?
- For the seventh floor.

Commander Pierson has
passed security vetting

without a single concern.

Not with SO15 he hasn't.

We have introduced
emergency measures,

since the breach at the QEII.

It seemed appropriate, sir,

given our understanding
of the threat is still evolving.

Mr Pierson will be escorted
to a secure interview room

where he will await questioning
by a higher-ranking officer.

He's the highest-ranking
officer in the department.

- Very well, then - the Commissioner.
- Commissioner Yates is with the PM.

In case you hadn't noticed,
London is under attack.

Then he will have to wait
until a higher-ranking officer

- becomes available.
- Fire armed support arrival.

Yeah, stand down!
For crying out loud!

Sir, until Mr Pierson
can be properly vetted,

I have operational control of CTC.

His presence here
constitutes an ongoing breach

and he must be
considered an intruder.

And frankly, sir,
questions need to be asked about

how this was allowed to happen.

For God's sake, Rachel,
read the room.

I was told to fast-track
the new commander's orientation

because you needed the support. You.

And frankly I can see why.

It's a pity you weren't this hot
on security at the QEII.

That was a bit harsh, Jez.

I mean... she's not wrong.

A government building's
been breached,

there's an assassin on the loose.

Makes sense to up security,
time like this.

As Commander Carey said,
she has operational control of CTC.

If she calls it a breach...

it's a breach.

So I guess that makes me
an intruder.

I won't be offended
if you'd like to put me through

another round of vetting.

Far from it -
I appreciate your rigour.

You don't mess about.

It's prudent.

Not to mention...

on brand.

I'm looking forward to working
together, Commander Carey.

I can already see how your
by-the-book approach

is going to complement my more...

progressive style.

Escort Mr Pierson
to a secure interview room.

I'm glad you think you've
got time for this, Rachel.

I can't think of a more
backwards set of priorities.

Just a thought.

I'd be happy to waive the two ranks
above thing, if it makes it easier?

I believe that's at my discretion.

In which case, you'd be
authorised to vet me yourself.

If you'd like?

Whatever you feel
you need to do, Rachel,

just do it but do it quickly.

Because, yes, questions
need to be asked

on why the Home Secretary's
killer is still out there,

and you're not even looking for him.

These were
the last images to be broadcast

of Isaac Turner
before the screens went black.

Seconds later, the man believed to
be the next British Prime Minister,

was dead.

The murder of a senior member
of the British Government

has sent shock waves
around the world.

The Home Secretary was
in Westminster to promote

smarter surveillance in the UK.

Natasha,
we're coming to you in 20.

Can we put it out?

I'm trying to wear down legal and
compliance but they're not happy.

- When are they?
- - Standing by.

Police asked you to hand over
all footage. You sent it to us.

Doesn't mean it's not under embargo.

One clip from my phone.
They've got everything else.

Mm, Khadija's got a plan for that.

- You've gone up a notch in her book, by the way.
- A notch?

Risked my life
for that fucking shot.

I'm relieved to say,
she joins me now. Natasha.

Good evening, Khadija.

You need to as about
her wellbeing for compliance.

Natasha, I know you've been
through an ordeal. How are you?

- And her crew.
- Are you and your crew safe and out of harm's way?

Yes. Thank you, Khadija.

Have the police given any indication
as to the identity of the gunman,

or their motivation?

Not as yet, Khadija.

The police have asked
the public not to speculate

as to the motive of the killer,

as they're following
multiple lines of inquiry.

A terrorist attack in Westminster.

A future British Prime Minister
gunned down in cold blood.

And what do we hear
from the authorities?

Crickets. No...

In the void of information,
urgent questions are piling up.

Not least, how was an armed attacker
allowed to walk into

a government building,
kill a senior British politician,

and, so far, evade capture?

Pull up everything
there is to find on Noah Pierson.

- Search police and military records.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Run facial rec.
- Ma'am.

Run facial rec on...?

The intruder.

Yes, ma'am.

Secure every item on his person.

Advanced screening
for weapons, substances,

covert transmitting devices.

- Send me that smudge.
- Sending.

Paige?

Requesting
full body scan and search.

Get her, would you?

26 UK citizens named
Noah Pierson. None a match.

- Extend the search to include foreign nationals.
- Yes, ma'am.

Paige, do you recognise this man?

Yes. He... he was here
a few minutes ago.

Thanks. I mean before that?

Would it be all right
if I went home?

No, it would not! I...

I need you.

Head of comms thinks
you're ready to step up.

- Angela?
- She believes in you, and so do I.

Right now, I need you to
cross-reference your guest list

- for the Veritas launch with the witness logs.
- OK.

DC Jacobs.
I'm going to send you this smudge.

I want you to show it to
all staff on duty at the QEII

since the launch was announced.

See if they remember seeing him
in the building in the days

- leading up to the attack.
- Ma'am.

Ma'am?

If you don't mind us asking...

- What the fuck is going on?
- Yeah.

With me.

It's him.

That man, claiming to be
our new commander,

that is the man that shot
Isaac Turner.

OK.

As for who else is involved,
the Deputy Commissioner, he must be.

The Commissioner?

There's no telling
how far up this could go.

"Someone experienced
at multi-agency level,"

that's what Yates said.

What does that mean?

Tom,

get into the intruder's phone.

Copy everything.

The first thing we need to do
is find a reason for him

to fail vetting.
We need to deny clearance.

- He cannot be allowed in here.
- Ma'am.

Would you mind letting us in?

In?

On your... thinking.

Yeah. What's your theory?

- Theory?
- Your proposition.

Yeah, I know what a fucking theory
is, Tom. I don't need a theory.

I saw it!

Ma'am. Facial rec's found a match.

Face match, ma'am.

97.8%.

- On Pierson?
- No, ma'am. On the gunman.

Bring him up.

James Whitlock.

Born in Lewisham, South London.

- Whitlock?
- White British.

Six foot one, 34 years old.

Can I tell press we'll be releasing
the name of the prime suspect?

No!
And that is not the prime suspect.

- - Any previous?
- Just a bit.

Possession of an unlicensed firearm,
malicious communications,

threats to kill,
conspiracy to murder.

Conspiracy to murder?
Why's he not inside?

Conspiracy to murder overturned.
He got out last year.

Sentenced to 18 years, served 4.

- Jamie Whitlock.
- You know him?

Yeah, he's the one who threatened
to kill a load of local councillors.

Somewhere in Kent.

- Find him.
- Yes, ma'am.

Bring him in for questioning.

- Got an address?
- Registered at his mother's address - Jill Whitlock.

- Sending co-ordinates.
- Send firearms to support.

Ma'am, security need a minute.

Apologies, ma'am. Seems there's
been some misunderstanding

with your recent arrival?

Why, what's happened?

Oh, beg your pardon, ma'am.
Your other recent arrival.

Gemma Garland?

She's under the impression she'd be
joining you on the seventh floor.

No, she isn't. She's just
trying it on. Tell her to...

Tell her to wait.

I'll be there in a minute.

Khadija.

I was starting to think you
weren't speaking to me.

You're not still sore after
my little ambush in the studio

the other night, are you?

It's not a good look
if we're holding hands

like Thelma and Louise.

Believe it or not, Khadija,

I've had more important things
to think about.

Yeah, I know.

So have I.

Why haven't you released
any details about your suspect?

You might have more luck
finding James Whitlock

if people knew what he looked like.

Where did you get that name from?

So it IS Whitlock?

Ed covered his trial,
back when he was a lowly reporter.

We don't need facial recognition.

Ed recognised him straight away.

Recognised him from what?

- Oh, I can't reveal the source.
- We've embargoed all the footage.

Well, this seems to have
slipped through your fingers.

Khadija, I don't know
what you've got

but it is not safe for broadcast.

You can't say it's not
in the public interest.

Khadija, you of all people
should understand

the need to verify video evidence.

But it's him, isn't it?
He's your perp?

If you want to be known for
pushing fake news, Khadija,

put it out there.

The minute Pierson
is through security

and ready for questioning...

You'll know about it, ma'am.

Hello, Rachel.

Noah Pierson.

Fashion designer?

The new commander of SO15.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Evening, sir.

Just through the scanner, please.

Sorry for the inconvenience, sir.

Would you mind removing
your footwear for me, please?

Thank you.

Just glad I wore a new
pair of socks for my first day.

Thank you.

I need your help.

- Is that why you dragged me in here?
- Why else?

You've become alarmingly good at
lying through your teeth, Rachel.

If I didn't know you better,
I might have believed you.

Why on earth do you think
I'd want to help you?

Because you care?

- About you?
- About matters of national security.

Why else would you call me up
in the middle of a terrorist attack

to offer your advice?

Putting Parliament on lock-down
is not advice - it's protocol!

Do you miss it?

- So, just the one device, sir?
- Hmm.

- One's enough.
- True.

- I trust that's going to stay in there?
- Without question, sir. Yes.

I'm sure Noah Pierson's
not his real name.

Ah-huh.

- Classic.
- What is?

They pass over a highly qualified
female candidate in favour of,

well, him.

You know him?

I know his type. Worked with enough.

- What type?
- Public school, obviously.

Eton, most likely.

Or Charterhouse.

Cambridge.

Cambridge?

Not Oxford or Cambridge?

Durham maybe.

- But not Oxford.
- All this from one smudge?

Isn't that why you asked me?

- What else can you tell me about him?
- From one smudge?

Patch through the live feeds
from security.

So that's what you're calling it,
a terrorist attack.

If this was just about
assassinating Isaac Turner,

they could have shot him
while he was out jogging.

They chose to do it
with the nation watching.

I understood the broadcast feeds
were cut.

- So?
- Well, do they want people to see it or not?

Oh, Rachel.

I heard you ruled this place
with an iron fist.

I didn't realise you'd started
locking up your colleagues.

Why are you putting the new
commander through security?

Come and take a closer look.

Oh. Doesn't look like police.

I imagine he's been
on secondment a while.

MI5?

Seems to have a certain
well-travelled air about him,

don't you think?

MI6?

He's got to you, hasn't he?

And turn to your right, please.

What's he done to upset you, Rachel?

Besides taking your job, I mean?

Why are you in here
obsessing over this ghost,

when you should be out hunting
Isaac Turner's killer?

He is Isaac Turner's killer.

Could you step forward please, sir?

Do you have any medical implants
we should know about, sir?

Ah, yes.

My... other device.

Get into that.

Do you mind if I take
a closer look at that, sir?

Protocol.

Not at all. Do you have
a body search room available?

Protocol.

Well...

you lasted a year.
You've finally gone and cracked.

I told you I don't have long.

So why don't you just
fast forward to the bit

where you realise I'm right?

I was the only person in the room
to see his face.

Everyone else was too busy trying to
get him on their cameras or phones.

So they must have him.

Correction is in play.

The news footage has been deepfaked.

Bet you wish you were wearing
your little hidden camera now.

Could I ask you to
unbutton your shirt, sir?

I trust we're alone?

Of course, sir.

I know what's going on here.

It's obvious.

You're in shock.

You're a doctor now?

I don't need to be a doctor to know
what trauma can do to a person.

Let's just consider the facts.

By my calculation,

you have suffered
two acute traumas today.

- Two?
- The loss of Isaac Turner...

and the loss of your job.

Jesus Christ!

Hardly comparable.

Or perhaps more accurately,
your loss of control.

Are you familiar with
the concept of transference?

When we attribute
the trauma caused by one person

onto a completely different
individual.

I know how badly you
wanted the job, Rachel.

Pierson took it.

He killed your career.

Killed your dreams.

It makes sense that you projected
his face onto the killer.

How could I have
projected a man's face

when I'd never even seen him before?

- - James, come in.
- Request update.

Proceeding with search.

Security check?

Shouldn't be too much longer, ma'am.

Just taking a look at an implant.

Repeat?

The scanner identified
a foreign object

inside the individual's upper torso.

- A pacemaker?
- That man does not need a pacemaker.

Where is he now? Bring it up.

No coverage in
the body search room, ma'am.

Armed support to security.

Sir.

Shit! Shut it down.

- Armed police!
- Armed police! - Armed police!

Everything OK, ma'am?

Kilo 9 to all units.
Stand by for entry.

- Breach in 30 seconds.
- - Alpha team in position.

Raid on James Whitlock's house
under way, sir.

Team in position.
Standing by.

We felt the room
needed a feature wall,

so we've chosen a textured...

What's going on?

Armed police!

- Armed police! Armed police!
- Sit down! Sit down!

- What are you doing in my house?
- Where's James Whitlock?

- Where's your son? - You bastards!
- Calm down, love. Calm down.

- Armed police!
- James, where is he?

Armed police!

Where's your dad, darling? It's all
right look, show me your hands.

Show me your hands. I'm looking for
your dad. Is he here? Is he here?

- Calm down!
- You bastards!

- Clear!
- Where is he?

Whitlock property clear.

Think that's his room.

Kilo 9. Kilo 2.

Property clear.

- No eyes on Whitlock.
- Recover all devices to CTC.

Going to need a bigger ops room.

Appears to be exactly
what he says it is, ma'am.

Electronic device to
regulate his heartbeat.

You believed it was a...

Commander Carey
didn't believe anything.

She had reason to suspect Mr Pierson
may have been harbouring an IED.

Under the circumstances

there was no other course
of action available to her.

Just to clarify, ma'am -

what is she doing here?

Leaving.

Oh, you're right. You've got this.

You don't need my help.

Help?

I hope you're wrong, Rachel.

About the footage.

But if you're right,

you can't say I didn't warn you.

A PPO will escort you home.

No need. I'm not going home.

I do have a life, you know.

She doesn't.

Keep eyes on her.

Oh, Pierson's phone, ma'am.

- Did you get into it?
- It spat out some kind of malware.

Corrupted half
the files on the local drive.

So, what?
There's a virus in the ops room?

No, no. One secure laptop's
the sum total of the damage.

But I suggest we put Mr Pierson's
phone back in its place.

What has he got hidden on it?

He's ready when you are, ma'am.

Do you want someone else
to take the lead in there?

No.

Kilo 3. Kilo 1.

Heads up, ma'am.

The Commissioner's in the building.
He's asking for you.

Yates? I need to get in there
before he...

Rachel.

Sir, I was...

- I was just about to...
- I asked you for updates.

I've just come from a Cobra meeting,
where the PM asked repeatedly

if we were any nearer
to naming the suspect.

- And then I have to find the name out from Comms.
- Comms?

The BBC are going to release
the name at ten o'clock.

Sir, that is
Khadija Khan grandstanding.

She won't do it. I can handle her.

We want them to do it!

James Whitlock
is armed and dangerous.

The public has a right to know
who the suspect is.

Sir, as you, and Comms, are aware,
I have concerns about the footage.

We will bring Mr Whitlock
in for questioning.

But he is not a suspect
until I say he is.

- Is he here?
- Er...

What is Commander Pierson
doing in a cell?

Mr Pierson has volunteered to
undergo some additional vetting.

You've got him banged up
like a terror suspect.

The circumstances of his admission
to SO15 were highly irregular.

They raised a number of concerns

relating to sensitive
operational matters.

CTC has been compromised
and protocol dictates,

until I can fully
question Mr Pierson,

his security vetting
remains incomplete.

I'm afraid she's right, sir.

You've got ten minutes.

If we're in danger
of going past nine,

I wonder if I might be
allowed a quick call?

Wish my girls goodnight.

We're not in danger of that.

Well, that was an icebreaker.

I'm not sure there's a lot more
I can reveal after that.

Hmm.

No-one's monitoring us, Mr Pierson.

- Really?
- The room's offline.

The cameras and the microphones
are down. Um...

should they be?

No-one's watching.

No-one's listening.

No-one's recording.

And you can say
whatever you want with

total deniability.

Wow. OK.

- How's the case?
- We've had a breakthrough.

Fantastic.
Have you found the shooter?

I have a pretty good idea
where he's hiding.

In plain sight.

We're beginning to
amass a wealth of evidence

to support the key eyewitness.

With everything we've got,
he's going to struggle to deny it.

Did you say THE eyewitness?
Singular?

I thought there was
a whole room full of reporters?

Only one eyewitness got
a clear look at the gunman's face.

Hmm. Are they credible?

Sorry, have to ask. We've all seen
eyewitnesses crumble in the dock.

Wait, all those camera crews
must've been recording.

You should have plenty of footage
of the suspect.

Well, I am chomping at the bit
to start helping.

I know there's only so much you can
share before I clear security,

but file me under I for intrigued!

Hm!

Funny.

- I was going to file you under P.
- For Pierson.

Prime suspect.

Where were you at the time
of the attack?

Me?

I was at lunch.

At lunch?

Where?

Sushi place. Coal Drops Yard.

You were in King's Cross
at the time of the attack?

Is it King's Cross, really?

Does it have a name,
this sushi place?

Hmm, I suppose it does.

I eat there all the time,
but now I think about it

I'm not sure I've ever noticed
what it's called.

I can see why they made you
a detective.

I say lunch.

By the time I'd ordered I got the
call - Home Sec down, report to CTC,

contract brought forward
immediately.

If I'd have known, I'd still be
waiting to start work at

half past eight in the evening,

I might have stayed to finish
my maki rolls.

You can drop the act.

It's just the two of us.

- Is it?
- I've been honest with you, Mr Pierson.

If that's your name.

- OK.
- Why don't you try being honest with me in return?

Where were you at one o'clock
this afternoon?

Wait, that's it. Yoi Jinsei.

Do you know it?

Yoi Jinsei.

Means good health in Japanese.

Speaking of honesty...

you haven't been completely honest
with me, have you, Commander?

These cameras are live.

I can hear the transmitters.

Tom, cut the feeds.

What did she say?

Ma'am, obviously, I can't...

Tom, I said cut the feeds.

It's a question of safety, ma'am.
Yours.

- What the hell is she doing?
- I'm not entirely sure, sir.

Take this room offline.

- I'm sorry, guv'nor.
- Don't be ridiculous.

Mm.

Now we're offline.

Well...

fool me once.

Get security down there
and drag her out!

Security to interview room one.
Stand by for further instruction.

Where's Talbot?

He can deal with this shit.

What do you want?

- In general?
- With SO15.

Did you...

come here to finish me off?

- Sorry. To...?
- If you wanted me dead,

you could have shot me
while you had the chance.

Would you mind backing up a bit,
Commander?

You had the chance.

I mean, quite a bit.

It wasn't a mistake, was it?

You wanted me to see you.

- Have I done something to offend you?
- You made sure I did.

Because if I have,
I'd like to make up for it.

You think I can be played.

I just need to know what it is.

You think you can lie to my face

and I'll doubt myself
like some gaslit girlfriend.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Where did that come from?

I saw you kill Isaac Turner.

And you know I did.

Oh!

Right.

I'm an idiot.

You got me!

You got me.

As first-day pranks go,
that was pretty dark.

I mean, armed robbery had me
running a search for Robin Banks,

but this was Kafkaesque.

- Who's protecting you?
- Still?

- The Deputy Commissioner - is he involved?
- It's going on a bit.

The Commissioner?
How far up does this go?

It's getting weird now.

Which hostile foreign power paid you
to kill the Home Secretary?

Commander Carey.

Rachel.

I like a joke,
but this one's gone too far.

A man is dead, a good man,

not to mention
the four fallen officers.

Why don't we bring this sideshow
to a close and get on with the job?

You and I have a rather
important case to solve.

And we won't solve it sitting here.

I have a case to solve.

You haven't cleared security.

Wow.

You said "all".

You bastards!

And you! Look at you!

This fuckery ends here.

Ma'am. Can we have a word?

Sir?

I need more time.

As soon as Commander Pierson
is ready,

the Deputy Commissioner
will escort him up.

If he still wants the job
after the welcome he's had.

Sir, Mr Pierson's
vetting is incomplete.

He does not have access
to the seventh floor.

Is someone going to tell her?

We followed up on
Pierson's story, ma'am.

Lunch in Coal Drops Yard.

Let me guess, you pulled CCTV
of Coal Drops Yard

- and he was right there?
- He was, ma'am.

- Right by the sushi place.
- Yes.

And if he'd said he'd had
lunch on the moon,

you'd have found him up there too!
Well, it's correction.

Sir, they've hacked the cameras.

It was one of ours, ma'am.

Operation Veritas, camera B7.

Coal Drops Yard.

Ten O'Clock News,
we name James Whitlock

as our suspect.

Commander Pierson is cleared
for the seventh floor.

I'll prepare a statement.

Shut the door.

Shut the door!

Come on, guys. Out.

Please.

How?

How did this happen?

Another dummy cam?

Another pointless demo camera
with a missing hard drive? How?

What? No, ma'am.

I thought Operation Veritas
was ready to launch?

I just...
I just told the press it was.

I told them our smart cams are ready
to catch correction in the act.

- There were no concerns.
- No concerns?

No flags, ma'am. No anomalies.

No correction.

Yes, but he wasn't in Coal Drops
Yard at the time of the attack.

He was stood three feet away from me
with a gun in my face!

Three feet away?

He was six feet away
from you before.

- Just saying.
- I should know how close he was, Nadia.

He stood there staring at me
for five fucking seconds,

for Christ's sake!

And it was three seconds before.

He stopped and looked at you
for two, three seconds, you said.

You can see what
we're driving at, Rachel?

You don't believe me.

- It's not that we don't believe you, ma'am.
- Well, it sort of is.

Eyewitness reports are
never 100%, you know that.

Eyewitnesses?

Ma'am, we're not telling you
anything you wouldn't hear

from the CPS or the judge.

And why would I expect any more
from my own from my own f...

fucking department.

Abi.

Is it true?

Is what true?

Isaac Turner's dead?

Yeah, Abi. It's true.

I don't know.

A lot of people are saying
he's alive.

I mean, they keep posting him
in different places round the world.

I know most of them are BS
but, like,

how can you really believe anything
when he was a deepfake OG?

I can tell you, with certainty,
Abigail, he's...

he's dead.

You believe me, don't you, Abi?

It's so weird.

I feel like I knew him.

I mean, you did know him.

You still there?

Yeah. I've...

I've got to go -
I've got a meeting.

Promise I wasn't listening.

Briefing in five...

if that works for you.

Every operation

needs a clear chain of command.

And I have no intention
of getting in the way of yours.

The last thing anyone needs right
now is a speech from the new boss.

So I won't be making one.

Other than to say, "Hi. Hey.
Noah Pierson. Pleased to meet you.

"Looking forward to
getting to know you all."

And, of course, working closely
with Deputy Commander Carey.

Who, for the avoidance of any doubt,
remains in operational command,

of Operation Veritas

and, of course, the investigation
into the Westminster attack,

with which I am rapidly
trying to acquaint myself.

Now, I believe we have a suspect,

and that would be this gentleman.

Jamie Whitlock.

I'm sorry, just remind me -

why isn't this prick face down
in a terror cell already?

Well, come on.

Have we got eyes on his family?

Are we monitoring their movements?
Is he online?

Let's get into his Insta.
Let's get into his Facebook.

Let's get into his 4chan.

Let's find out who he's talking to.

This is the motherlode, sir.

All right, now we're talking.
James Whitlock's devices?

Family claim they haven't
seen or heard from him

- in the last three months.
- We'll soon tell you if that's true.

Where do you want to start?

Start with this phone?

Yep.

Hello?

Rachel, just to let
you know this call's being recorded

and we've got you on loudspeaker.

Our legal team are present
and fully support our decision.

Public interest outweighs
the concerns you've raised,

so we're going to lead
with Whitlock at ten.

Would you like to make a comment?

- What time is it now?
- Three minutes to ten.

Rachel?

Rachel. I've got the crew
waiting downstairs.

Comment?

The Commissioner said it should be
you. It's your investigation.

I just need your approval
on the statement.

I say we go ahead.

Just a second.

Before we go making this statement,
are we sure this is our man?

It's true -
this is your investigation.

You have to be certain.

Well, as you can see,
there's no lack of video evidence.

I don't need to tell you how
problematic video evidence can be.

What about the eyewitness?

Do they concur?

I trust we're keeping them
in a safe house somewhere?

Not at this time, no.

Because?

Because I am the eyewitness.

Seems I don't know this case
as well as I thought.

I'm sorry.

But wait -
you haven't answered my question.

Is that our shooter?

Is that the man you saw?

It's ten o'clock. Rachel?

Police investigating
the murder of Home Secretary,

Isaac Turner, and four
armed police officers,

are searching for a 34-year-old man
from South London.

James Whitlock, who has previous
firearms convictions,

was captured by a BBC camera crew
seconds after the attack.

This exclusive footage appears
to show an armed James Whitlock

leaving the conference hall
where Turner had been speaking

at the launch of a new...

This lift is going down.

And I'm told we can now cross live
to Deputy Commander Rachel Carey,

who is expected to issue
an official statement.

Why's the investigation
taking so long?

Is this an attack on democracy?

Good evening, everyone.

An individual has emerged as our
lead focus in the investigation

into the Westminster attack.

We are keen to speak
to Mr James Whitlock

from Lewisham, South London,

at the earliest opportunity.

Anyone who has information
on Mr Whitlock's whereabouts

should contact
the police immediately.

We ask the public to stay vigilant,

and not to approach the individual.

Mr Whitlock has a history
of criminality and may be armed.

She's good, isn't she?

We are, of course, still following
multiple lines of inquiry.

We are keeping an open mind
as to the motive for this attack.

And we are keeping an open mind
as to who is behind it.

That was a statement
from Deputy Commander Rachel Carey.

The police have now officially named
James Whitlock

as a person of interest in the
Westminster attack, and have asked

the public to come forward with any
information as to his whereabouts.

Forgot to put the bins out again.

You know, I think you are actually
allowed to just ring the doorbell.

Where's the fun in that?

James Whitlock?

I told you he should never
have been let out.

Think this might be
Whitlock's number.

Aw.

Sorry, Jamie.

Your daughter ratted you out.

077-009-00-481.

Probably thinks that VPN's
going to protect him.

- Will it?
- No.

Well, this means
we've got his location.

Only down to the exact coordinates.

Locating now.

Target's phone is online

and currently active in Kent.

- Co-ordinates?
- Sending.

With me.

Think we know where to find him.

Result. Send me the co-ordinates.

- You heading down there?
- Of course. - Good.

You can jump in with me.

We could use you here, ma'am.

Why?

We're working together, aren't we?

Oh. Sorry.

Well, I didn't get to
wish my girls goodnight.

Maybe I'll get to
wish them good morning.

I'm glad we've got a minute, actually.

There's something
I ought to confess.

I've...

had a conversation with HR.

- HR?
- About today.

The unorthodox vetting.

Well, I'm still not sure if
that was a first-day prank or what,

but zero tolerance
has to mean zero tolerance.

That means calling out workplace
bullying every time we encounter it.

You've made a complaint about me?

No.

Two complaints.

Two complaints of bullying?

One about bullying. The other about
the incident in the search room.

A body search is rarely dignifying.

Especially for those of us
with medical implants.

But in front of an audience?

To be subjected to the gaze
of half a dozen colleagues?

Left me feeling exposed,

in every sense of the word.

It left me feeling vulnerable.

HR say because it involved nudity,
it comes under...

sexual harassment.

I thought you had an IED.

Oh, I got you!

I got you. I got you back, Rachel.

I got you back.

That's it. We're evens.

Did you seriously think
I had an IED?

Sorry, that's unfair. After
everything you've been through.

I didn't appreciate you'd had
such a close encounter

with the gunman yourself.

Must have been terrifying.

Makes you wonder what sort of man
does that to a woman.

Does what, exactly?

Intimidates her, threatens her,

tries to bully her into silence.

Is that what he was trying to do?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Sorry, Rachel, all HR jokes aside,

I feel like I'm still getting
a bit of hostility from you,

regarding the accusation
that you made in the vetting.

Which accusation?

The one about me
assassinating Isaac Turner.

That was detective's humour, right?

Because, honestly,
a couple of times,

I've started to wonder
if you might actually mean it.

How could you possibly imagine that?

Quite easily.

Famously unreliable things, memories.

For all the panic
about video evidence,

our powers of recollection are far
more susceptible to compromise.

You can't hack a memory.

Stranger things have happened.

Stranger things have happened today.

There is another possibility.

- Have you asked yourself...
- Where's uniform?

They were following us.

Fuck are they?

Kilo 1 to Control.

Kilo 1 to Control. Do you read?

Why are you going
a different route to uniform?

You put in the co-ordinates.

You must have changed them.

Stop this car.

- I said, I'd like you to stop the car.
- We're almost there.

- We need to get in there.
- Where's armed support? Where's uniform?

- They'll be here any second.
- Then we wait.

And risk Whitlock escaping?

You want that on your conscience?

Come on.

You can wait.

Stay on comms. I'll need you.

Kilo 1?

Rachel?

You better come and see this.

Argh! Argh!

Simmer down, wildcat.

You're not going anywhere.

You should have killed me
when you had the chance.