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You are looking at the next P.F.

I'm not getting any help this time, Rachel. Not like that.

Parliament is on lockdown this afternoon following reports

of an armed attack in Westminster.

Widen the search area. Suspect may have fled the Q.E.T.

No trace of the suspect.

So, he has escaped the building, you agree.

Pierson's story, mum. Lunch in Coal Drop's Yard?

Let me guess, you pulled C.C.T.V. of Coal Drop's Yard, and he was right there.

He was, mum.

Simon. Does that name mean anything to you?

Simon tells me what I need to know, and nothing more.

Whoever Simon is, he is not your friend.

Whitlock's rifle, what's the caliber?

How's that gonna open fire with no ammunition?

- No rounds came in with the weapon, sir. - That's impossible. Check the locks.

You can't prove that I was in Westminster any more than I can prove I wasn't.

Who do you work for?

Stand by for executive action on Blackfish.

Deactivation standing by.

Pull the plug.

No way.

The captain's alive.

Does he know what we did to him?

There's something else.

Ralph?

My tablets. I need my tablets.

I can't stop the U.S. investigating, but I might be able to delay them.

I'm calling in Operation Frankenstein.

We haven't got long. More are coming. I strongly suggest you follow me.

Rachel, can't you see? We're better off together.

Where are we?

A hundred and thirty-one feet below the banks of the River Thames.

This is how you escaped the Q.E.-2 building.

After you assassinated Isaac Turner?

Yes.

But just so you know, he tried to kill me first.

Who's to say... you weren't, in fact, watching me?

A deepfake.

Hopefully we can begin to raise awareness of the illegal practice of Correction.

Because only by bringing this conspiracy out into the open,

can we hope to confront it.

You have indeed been watching a deepfake interview.

But the alarming practice of Correction described in it, is very much real.

The B.B.C. has obtained evidence

that knowledge of the so call Correction Program

extends across multiple U.K. Intelligence Agencies

and to Senior Members of British Government.

You did it, Isaac! You bloody did it!

Yeah, with a little help from my friends.

The Home Secretary's waiting to congratulate you!

I am the Home Secretary!

Oh, God! I'm sorry! Force of habit! I meant the former Home Secretary.

Gill? He's still here?

Secretary of State.

Rowan? Did you forget something?

Oh, have no fear. I'm on my way out, in every respect. No.

I just wanted to make sure that I was here for the handover.

And what is it you're handing over, exactly? Apart from a failing Department?

Have you met Peter?

Peter?

Home Secretary! Congratulations!

- And Chris? Do you know Chris? - Chris?

It's just Chris. Like Beyonce.

Congratulations, Home Secretary

- Did you see it, Peter? The stunt? - I did.

- And Chris? - Yes, yes, I caught it.

Bit of a room-splitter. But, going down well online, I hear?

Not so well other places.

What other places might they be?

Now, I heard a rumor that you weren't in on it?

That the first you knew of it was when you walked out in Piccadilly Circus

and saw yourself on the big screen looking back!

A rumor in Westminster. I'm shocked.

Well, have no fear. I won't judge you for it.

But it does raise a rather important question, Isaac.

- Which is? - Is this about Correction?

Or is this about you?

There's talk of a Public Inquiry?

- It's not just talk. - That was you then.

So hard to know what's real these days on the News?

Well, we know you have to ride the AntiCorrection wave for a while.

I mean, how could you not, when it washes you up on such bountiful shores?

But if this is ultimately a you thing I'm sure we can find

a way to avoid stepping on each other's toes?

- Indeed. - And if it is Correction?

Then we'd advise you to tread carefully.

Check for babies before throwing that bathwater out.

Babies?

Deepfake Technology can be used in a variety of ways, Home Secretary.

- A variety of legal ways? - A variety of covert ways.

Ways that help protect Britain and her interests at home and abroad.

Ways that remain effective, so long as they remain covert.

If everyone starts questioning everything they see

we could be about to see Operations go South.

If you launch that Inquiry,

we may have no option but to pull all Active Ops immediately.

Damage litigation.

Operation Burn-it-to-the-Fucking-Ground.

I'm sorry, Gentlemen.

But I promised the Public I would root out Deepfake Evidence Tampering

and that's exactly what I intend to do.

It's not about me, or Correction.

It's about something rather more fundamental.

British Justice.

And without that, what kind of Britain are you hoping to protect?

All right, well.

You know where I am.

Burn it to the fucking ground.

Noah Pierson. Well, the person I know as Noah Pierson.

I am arresting you for Treason, Mass Murder,

Conspiracy to Commit Mass Murder,

Preparation of Terrorist Acts, and Conspiracy to Commit Terrorist Acts.

- I get it. - You do not have to say anything.

You don't have to go through the whole shebang.

If we make it out of here, I'll come quietly.

...something which you later rely on in court.

Now, can you wait 'til we're above ground before you read

the Miranda and put me in handcuffs?

What are you doing? Hand over your phone.

I can't do that.

You are under arrest!

You need to lower your voice. Don't over-play your hand, Rachel.

Up there? I'm under arrest. Down here? I'm in command. That's the way it has to be.

Then I'll need to add "Resisting Arrest" to the list of charges.

That'll be the one that sways the jury.

- With me. - No.

- No? - I'm not going anywhere with you.

Until you tell me who you are, and who you're working for.

All good questions, Rachel. And I will answer them fully.

But I need to take care of something first.

People are coming to kill us.

Well, kill you, primarily.

Though I can't imagine they'll shed too many tears

if I get caught in the crossfire.

Wait! Who are they? And why are they coming to kill me?

Again, all good questions. Again, lots to unpack. Again, not much time.

People are coming to kill us.

If you're not willing to trust me on anything else, trust me on that.

It is a lot to expect trust from someone you've lied to from the start!

Oh, shit.

- Not disturbing you am I? - No, Sir.

Little tardy picking up?

- Apologies, Sir. - Late night?

No, Sir. Lights out, twenty-two-hundred hours, same as every night.

I didn't ask for your life story.

Sir.

So, about our former friend, M.I.-5

and other local attractions.

I thought we didn't talk about her, Sir?

Oh, never take talking off the table, Todd.

I mean, if Kennedy could sit with Khrushchev over a Wiener Schnitzel,

I can bury my beef with Gemma Garland.

Sir. Kendrick and Drake could thing or two.

Reinstate her security clearance.

She's off the naughty list. And make her feel at home...

- Sir, Gemma Garland's coming in? - She wants to see the Whitlock files.

She'll be here in thirty minutes.

Give her access to the archives.

- Give her access to the archives. - Restricted access.

- Restricted access. - Local archive only.

Yes Sir.

And Todd?

Full deniability.

Garland's not exactly flavor of the month.

...not exactly flavor of the month.

Of course. When is she?

- Here! - You said keep moving?

Plans change. We adapt. Take it.

There'll be four of them. In formation. Two Point Men. Two Rear Guards.

How d'you feel about support?

Who are they?

I'll cover the Left Rear Guard, you aim for the Right.

If you don't put him down, I will. If you do put him down I'll buy you a pint.

There's traffic.

If you want to get there in thirty minutes, you better get a move on.

- I'll drive you. - No. Better to keep it tight.

I've got this.

How's the back?

Oh, you know, no worse than usual.

Being tied up in that boot can't have helped?

- Back? - Yeah, poor Ralph's got Sciatica.

- I thought it was Thyroid. - Is there anything you haven't got?

Insurance.

Hypo or Hyper?

Your thyroid. Under-active or overactive?

Under-active.

So, hyper?

Yeah, yeah.

No. Hypo! Sorry, easy mistake.

I'm gonna have to get to a pharmacy at some point.

Pass me the pills, Ralph.

Who was monitoring my home?

No one, I swear.

Right, that's dealt with.

So, just recording for the archives were you, Ralph?

- It wasn't recording! - Oh, what was it doing, then?

- Just listening! - Listening for what?

Trigger words!

Sciatica, for compromise? Thyroid for...

Thyroid for what?

Guess the pints are on you.

He said he just wanted to talk to her. Somewhere quiet, he said.

Then why didn't he lure her to a fucking library?

- Trojan One's comms are down. - Right, let's go.

Wait. Hang on a minute. I can't babysit.

I'm supposed to be walking into Frank's Ops Room in fifteen minutes.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

Literally, sit on him.

I was on duty when the items came in.

Firearms processed the rifle, I processed the video equipment.

I can check again but I can assure you, I will not find any bullets.

So why does the log say different? You made a mistake?

Why would I write two mags of ammo when there were none?

If you suspect the log's been compromised, why haven't you flagged it?

You know, you lot really ought to try talking to each other up there.

I flagged it with your Commander half an hour ago!

...you got nothing on me there either. No bullets...

...because there weren't any bullets to find.

No shootings, because nobody got shot. Nothing. What'd you pick up?

Now find me someone caught on camera who doesn't claim they've been deep-faked.

- And what about Abbots Cliff? - What about Abbots Cliff?

Whitlock's alibi?

If I had a pound for every perp who claimed they were doing

research for a documentary, I'd be retired.

You wouldn't believe how many people make documentaries about

plotting to murder their spouse.

According to the Evidence Log,

Whitlock was found with two magazines of three-thirty-eights.

Yeah?

According to SOCOs, Whitlock's rifle was not loaded.

There was no ammo at the scene.

So, someone's tampering with the logs?

I think I might know who it is.

Four men.

Two before.

Yes?

A Kill-Squad. For me.

Maybe they came heavy 'cause they knew I was with you?

Or maybe you can't keep your story straight for ten fucking seconds.

Drop your weapon.

Okay? Do you mind if I put it down rather than drop it?

- Always a chance it might accidentally... - Just fucking do it.

Yep. Gotcha.

Hands where I can see them.

Now I'm gonna ask you some questions and you're gonna give me the truth.

Rachel I can't protect either of us with my hands in the...

- Did I ask you a question? - No.

Then shut the fuck up.

What's your real name?

Because I know it's not Noah fucking Pierson.

- Will. - Will? Not Simon?

I'm Captain William Walker. United Kingdom Special Forces.

S.A.S.? Paras? The Increment?

E-Squadron. Answerable to no one but yourselves, and M.I.-6. Right?

Good knowledge.

- Is Simon your Commanding Officer? - You could say that

These men. Did they come for me? Or did they come for you?

- I think they were coming for me. - You think?

They were coming for me.

- Start talking. - It's a long story.

Then tell it quick.

Boss?

Karolina. Karolina.

Ma'am.

We still have a man in there.

An order's an order. Burn it to the ground.

Isaac Turner had a lot to answer for.

Paige?

You're not leaving, are you?

Let rephrase that. You're not leaving. Are you?

James Whitlock hasn't been charged.

You're in the middle of the most urgent investigation running.

I know. I...

I just don't think anything is going to happen tonight?

And I just don't want to miss therapy. Not after this week.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah. It's been a lot.

Yeah.

How do you know nothing's happening tonight? Is that from Rachel?

Well, to be honest? I'm not... I'm not actually sure where Rachel is?

I'm starting to see why she asked for you, Paige.

Thank you!

That's actually weird? She said that you put me forward.

You know what, Paige? Don't miss therapy. I'll cover for you.

What if Rachel's been right about Pierson all along?

- I'm calling her. - I've tried.

If the Governor's broken the chain of evidence, he's a piece of shit.

- But Rachel's not right about all of it? - What, the Carey Cam hack?

It's okay, we're allowed to say it when she's not here.

- It wasn't a hack. - Come on.

Pierson was eating sushi when Turner was shot, we know that.

Are we certain someone hasn't found a way to correct the Carey Cams?

I'll check for a fifth time if you want? Trying not to be offended.

It's not ringing. When was the last time you spoke to her?

Leave your phone.

Why?

They're tracking it. Obviously.

No one's tracking this device.

How do you think they found you?

Why would they track this? When they can track this?

Give it up!

Go.

I beat my record?

You beat everyone's record, you greedy prick.

Strength, Stamina, Resistance. All Performance Stats through the roof.

Because of this?

Well, the cardiac recorder can't take all the credit.

It's an augmentation. Albeit a new and exciting one.

The device doesn't simply stabilize your heart-rate,

it raises and lowers it in real time according your needs.

We should all get one!

How are you feeling, Captain? New and improved?

Doc, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, truly I am.

And Major, getting me out of there? I owe this Squadron my life.

It just leaves a shitty taste.

Twenty-Two dead 'cause of me. And I come out better that before.

We need to follow this to the right.

No sudden movements.

Indeed.

Yes, I am aware of that.

Another embarrassment.

Yeah, 'til then.

Did you enjoy your days in the Military, sir?

Yes.

Well no, frankly.

I must admit, I did enjoy Passing Out at Hendon.

The camaraderie, you know?

I'm sure it doesn't compare to belonging to a Royal Regiment like yours, Sir.

It's a different level entirely.

We need a new Head of S.O.-15.

I thought we'd already dealt with that?

Noah Pierson has been asked to step down.

Right. Yeah, that makes sense.

It does?

I sensed an issue, Sir. Between yourself and Commander Pierson.

Nothing to do with me.

Right. I mean, I hope there's nothing I missed?

Oh, well, of course, you took the lead on Pierson's vetting.

I did, sir. As you requested. So...

Well, we'll see.

And in the format that you requested, Sir.

You may have to complete a review. Just for clarity.

I must admit, I did find it quite an unusual request, Sir.

Conducting the interview remotely.

Well, I'm sure you'll make a good case.

The worst part of it is that we're gonna have to go back to Rachel Carey

with our tail between our legs to ask her to cover.

Great, well, she'll enjoy that.

If I may ask, Sir, what was the official reason for Pierson's departure?

Couple of red flags for H.R. Thank God we've caught them early.

Right, so, behavioral. Yeah, that makes sense.

How did he take it?

Well, when you told him? He must have been livid, I'm guessing?

I wasn't there? H.R. are dealing with this, of course.

She was at Gemma Garland's house.

Danny Hart?

I don't know what she's up to, but she's not sharing it with me.

Well, whatever it is, she knows you can see her.

Carey told me to pull surveillance on the property.

She also made me pull all surveillance on Danny Hart and Frank Napier.

I just kept this feed running. I was getting concerned.

Well, I think it's time we got back into Danny Hart's phone, don't you?

Where are we now?

Crossing the river, South to North,

half way between Westminster Bridge and Waterloo Bridge.

Where does this lead?

The Strand, obviously.

Why are you suddenly interested in gaining my trust?

Honestly?

I had nowhere else to turn.

Figured you were the only one who could help me.

I'm your arresting officer, Captain William Walker.

The only place I'll be helping you is to the cells.

Why did you fall out of favor with your Squadron?

I survived.

Back there at the Warehouse,

my implant must have been pumping out some data Simon didn't like.

I was under duress, vulnerable to compromise.

Simon flicked my kill switch.

Who is Simon?

I knew!

The second I made that call, I knew.

I'd fucked the Op.

You were trying to help her, William.

I keep thinking. If I could go back, what would I do different? But...

There's someone I'd like you to meet.

Echo Nine to Base Command.

We have a civilian vehicle with unknown cargo approaching secure zone.

Please advise, over.

Stand by, Echo Nine. Over.

- See what Simon says. - Sir.

I'm Captain Walker. I'm here to see Simon?

Simon?

Is he here?

- Simon's always here. - Simon's right in front of you.

- Oh, pleased to meet you? - Not him.

Echo Nine to base command.

Vehicle stopping, vehicle stopping. Do we have clearance? Over.

Hold for analysis, Echo Nine.

Base Command to Echo Nine.

Simon's assessed and flagged as an enemy vehicle.

You have permission to engage. Repeat, engage the target.

Copy that. Strike, strike, strike.

Echo Nine confirming, target vehicle destroyed, over.

- Well done, Simon. - Nice one, Simon.

Simon's the computer.

He's a bit more than that.

- You're using A.I. to support Ops? - Support? Map. Execute. Command.

Simon factors more risks and variables

than you lot on the ground are capable of knowing.

Tell him your Objective, he'll calculate your Mission.

And recalibrate for you it real time.

The stats don't lie. Simon saves lives.

You call him Simon 'cause you do what he says.

We're eradicating Human Error.

A matter, I would imagine, quite close to your heart, Captain?

I know our regular session isn't for a few days,

but I wanted to show you this as soon as possible.

I've done a little digging.

And I pulled in a favor or two, and I think I've found her.

Her?

These are all the Hostages who died on the truck.

Doc, I don't know if this is such a great idea?

She fits your description.

Klara Kovalenko. Born in Donetsk.

All due respect, Doc?

Why would you give me meds to forget her, then show me her picture?

The medication is just a temporary measure, William.

You must learn to forgive yourself.

And to re-attribute blame where it's deserved.

Your Mission went south for a reason.

It failed because of a decision made over a thousand miles away.

Here in London. At the Home Office. And at the worst possible time.

Now, Command have asked me to clear you for Selection.

An Op?

You think I'm ready?

I believe this mission could be highly beneficial.

Didn't I fail the psych test?

It may even bring you some closure, William.

You'll understand when you see the target.

The Target?

A Kill Mission?

Isaac's killing was ordered by A.I.?

I'm a cog in the machine, Rachel.

Just like you said.

Are you telling me Yates went along with an armed attack in Central London?

- The killing of the Home Secretary? - No.

I'm telling you he went along with my appointment as Commander.

Yates is another cog.

We cogs don't always know what our fellow cogs are up to.

Or even who they are.

One second he was standing there, smiling.

And the next his... head just...

I didn't know! I swear I didn't know it was gonna happen.

- I thought they were just gonna, like... - Paige, I should warn you.

If I believe a client may be involved in criminal activity,

it's my duty to inform the Police.

Sorry, did... I...

I should've said I'm making a documentary.

How did you compromise Veritas?

The Carey Cam? I think you're mixing me up with tech.

You must have been involved?

I was told to be at Coal Drops Yard at one o'clock the day before the hit.

That's as much as I know.

The feed is twenty-four hours out of sync?

That's not possible. That's the first thing we would have checked.

Have you considered the glitch may be human, rather than technical?

My team know what they're doing.

D.C.I. Kendricks knows that system inside out.

Why compromise the tech when you can compromise the technicians?

I don't trust many people. But I do trust Tom.

You mean he's the last person you'd suspect.

Classic Simon. Knows how to turn the most loyal among us.

Knows our secrets, our weaknesses.

Simon knows us better than we know ourselves.

He said I'd go rogue, and here I am.

And you're powerless to resist?

No free will of your own?

Cog. Machine.

Huge Machine.

How d'you know there won't be gunmen waiting for us?

There might.

You don't have a gun.

There might be gunmen up there, there might be gunmen down here,

but there won't be any gunmen in here.

Danny! She's back online.

Rachel Carey.

Have you got a location?

- She's just off the Strand. - I need a precise location, Ralph.

The signal's coming from the south end of Gallherst Mews.

With me.

No wonder she's with her old friends. None of us would listen to her.

What are you doing?

Buying us a minute, before we face the world above.

Don't you want to hear the end of my story? May as well be sitting comfortably.

Or at least angle the gun away from me, while I tell you this next bit.

Isaac Turner was not my only target.

Is this a revenge mission for bringing down the Correction Program?

No. No, Simon doesn't do revenge.

It's far more significant than that.

That's good to know, Sir.

If we fail to act, Issac Turner will become the next British P.M.

- Understood. - Cannot be allowed to happen.

Because?

Because Simon Says.

Does my faith in A.I. seem strange to you Captain?

Perhaps you haven't witnessed the results of Human Error in Combat

quite as acutely as I have.

The truth is Simon saves lives.

His decisions can seem random at times.

A butterfly flaps its wings, Simon sends Nato subs into the Baltic.

But for every strategic decision he makes,

Simon factors in more information than you or I could fathom in a lifetime.

They say Simon can't predict the future.

But he forecasts it with an alarming degree of accuracy.

Simon says that Isaac Turner in Number Ten is a threat to British Democracy.

- I believe him. - Forgive me, Sir.

As the ones taking out a future Prime Minister,

aren't we the threat to British Democracy?

Personally, I've come to find the chasm between

our understanding and Simon's to be

reassuring, and humbling.

If we knew how to save the world ourselves, we wouldn't need A.I.

Not seeing the full picture is a small price to pay.

Sir, if you're not seeing the full picture, who is?

Simon.

Of course, if it's not for you, Captain?

You're a free man. You have a choice.

There you are, William.

I was hoping to catch you before you vanished into thin air.

Doc, after everything you did for me,

I was too chicken shit to come and tell you I was leaving.

Am I too late to change your mind? Or your heart?

Sorry, Doc. Papers are signed.

Well, in that case, I wish you luck, William Walker.

You too, Doc.

Someone will be in touch to book in the procedure.

Procedure?

Removing the tech. You'll be in and out in an hour.

And deactivation's even easier, it's done remotely,

Deactivation?

Oh, here, I can do it for you now. May as well. Your mind's made up.

Wait, wait, what the fuck?

See? Simple. Flick of a switch.

Doc, slow down, can't breathe.

Yes, it can feel like that.

When your heart goes from working at full capacity to under five percent.

Feel like I'm gonna fucking die.

Yes, it can feel like that, too. Try to conserve your energy.

Switch it back please, Doc?

Well, you must understand, William. The tech is offered as an investment.

I'll do it. I'll do the job. Please, Doc, please.

Good to have you back, William.

I won't say I didn't have a choice, but...

And me?

Did they tell you why I was a target?

You weren't.

The Home Secretary's Smarter Surveillance Bill,

would see Veritas Cameras rolled out across the U.K.

Simon predicted I would choke when it came to turning the gun on you.

And, as always, Simon was right.

By the time I got out, the next mission was waiting for me.

The real mission.

Become Noah Pierson, take over C.T.C., and get Whitlock charged.

They were never planning to kill you, Rachel.

They were planning to kill your reputation. Your name.

Simon devised a way to make you claim something no one could believe.

To make you doubt your own mind.

To gaslight you.

Didn't work though.

Most people would've starting doubting themselves at some point. You didn't.

I know what I saw.

You're no cog, Rachel.

And you know what? From now on, neither am I.

Put the weapon down.

Here's my offer. My... Elevator Pitch?

What are you doing?

What I should have done in the first place.

After this, my heart will be functioning

at about five percent of what a normal heart might work at.

- I won't be a threat to anyone. - But that's suicide.

Couldn't constitute a Security Risk if I tried.

Give me the weapon.

Now, I know you'll want to do this the conventional way,

and bring me in and have me testify, but who knows how long I've got left?

If I make to trial, will the Judge say I'm fit to stand?

What's the alternative, then?

The unconventional way?

Get me to a safe house, preferably one with a decent first aid kit,

and however long I've got left, an hour, a month, a year,

I'll spend it helping you expose my Squadron, for what they've become.

An A.I. Worshipping Cult.

I feel better already.

Look! The tracker.

They put it behind the battery!

The cynical bastards!

So what do you say, Rachel Carey?

Whistleblower?

You've brought down Correction.

If anyone can bring down The Increment,

it's you.

Armed police!

Vulnerable suspect. Vulnerable suspect.

- Get down on the ground, now! - Identify yourself!

I'm Will.

It's okay. He's with me.

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