All language subtitles for The Capture 302 Repack (VO)_track3_eng

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.

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 in.
Correction is in play, Tom.

They're all suspects.

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

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, thirty 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, twenty 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 QE-II.

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.
-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, 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 QE-II.

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 rigor!
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 gonna compliment
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 shockwaves
around the world.

The Home Secretary was
in Westminster

to promote 'Smarter Surveillance'
in the UK...

Natasha,
we're coming to you in twenty.

Can we put it out?

I'm trying to wear down Legal
and Compliance but they're not happy.

-When are they?
-OB 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.

Khadija's got a plan for that.

-You've gone up a notch in her book.
-A notch?

Risked my life
for that fucking shot.

-She joins me now. Natasha!
-Good evening, Khadija.

You need to ask
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 enquiry...

A terrorist attack in Westminster.

A future British Prime Minister
gunned down in cold blood.

And what do we hear
from the Authorities? Crickets.

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.

-Control to security...
-Paige?

...requesting full body scan and search.

Get her, would you?

Twenty-six UK citizens
named Noah Pierson.

None a match.

Extend the search to include
Foreign Nationals.

Paige.
Do you recognise this man?

Yes.
He was here a few minutes ago.

Thanks.
I mean before that?

Would it be alright if I went home?

No, it would not!

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.

Okay.

DC Jacobs.
I'm gonna send you this smudge.

I want you to show it to all staff
on duty at the QE-II

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?

M'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.

-Okay...
-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.
Ninety-seven-point-eight percent.

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

Bring him up.

James Whitlock.
Born in Lewisham, South London.

-Whitlock?
-White British.

Six foot-one.
Thirty-four 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 eighteen years. Served four.

-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.

-Janet 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.

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 wanna 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.

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?

-One's enough.
-True.

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

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

-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've shot him
while he was out jogging.

They chose to do
it with the nation watching.

I understood the broadcast
feeds were cut?

-So?
-Do they want people to see it or not?

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.

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.

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

Protocol.

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

Protocol.

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 deep faked.

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 okay, ma'am?

Kilo 9 to all units. Stand by for entry.
Breach in thirty seconds.

Raid on James Whitlock's
house underway, sir.

Team in position.
Standing by.

What's going on?

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

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

-Who are you?
-Calm down love, calm down.

James... where is he?

Where's your dad, darling?
It's alright look, 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?

Fuck off!
We haven't got anything here!

Kilo Nine, Kilo Two.

Property clear.
No eyes on Whitlock.

Recover all devices
to CTC.

Gonna need a bigger Ops Room.

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

Electronic device
to regulate his heart-beat.

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.

D'you want someone else
to take the lead in there?

No.

Kilo Three, Kilo One? 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 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 gonna
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?

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!

No one's monitoring us, Mr. Pierson.

-Really?
-The room's offline.

The cameras
and the microphones are down.

Should they be?

No one's watching.

No one's listening.

No one's recording.

And you can say whatever you want,
total deniability.

Wow, okay?

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 gonna struggle to deny it.

Did you say the eyewitness?

Singular? I thought there
was a whole room full of reporters?

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

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!

Funny!

-I was gonna 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 Kings Cross
at the time of the attack?

Is it Kings Cross, really?

Does it have a name, this sushi place?

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 8:30 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.

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! D'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!

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 coulda'
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?

-Where did that come from?
-I saw you kill Isaac Turner.

And you know I did!

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.

You said 'all'?

You bastards! Are you?
Look at cha'! Look at cha'!

This fuckery ends here.

-Ma'am. Can we have a word?
-Sir? 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 gonna 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.

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 camera.

It was one of ours, ma'am.

Operation Veritas, Camera B Seven.
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 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.
-Well, it sort of is.

Eyewitness reports are never
a hundred percent, 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...

Fucking department.

-Abi.
-Is it true?

-Is what true?
-Isaac Turner's dead?

Yeah, Abi.
It's true.

I dunno.

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 b.s.

but like, how can you really believe
anything when he was a Deepfake O.G.?

I can tell you, with certainty,
Abigail, 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 gotta 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.
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.

Alright, 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 d'you wanna start?

Start with this phone?

Yep.

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 enquiry.

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.

Sorry, Jamie.
Your daughter ratted you out.

Zero-seven-seven-zero-zero-nine-zero-zero-
four-eight-one.

Probably thinks
that VPN's gonna 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.

And 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?!

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, 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 One to Control?

Kilo One 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 One? Rachel?

You better come and see this.

Simmer down, Wild Cat.
You're not going anywhere.

You shoulda' killed me
when you had the chance.

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