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

After you assassinated Isaac Turner.

-Yes. -What's your real name?

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

The increment? Is Simon your commanding officer?

You could say that.

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

We're gonna have to go back to Rachel Carey with our tail between our legs.

The truth about Correction may finally be coming.

Is this about Correction, or is this about you?

There are files in the archive on James Whitlock.

About our former friend, M-I-5.

Gemma Garland's coming in.

Give her access to the archives.

You've got nothing on me in Abbott's Cliff.

No bullets. Because there weren't any bullets fired.

According to source codes, Whitlock's rifle was not loaded.

We haven't got long. More coming.

Rachel, can't you see?

We're better off together.

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 f...ked 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 f...k?

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 f...king 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.

Right. Who wants to go first?

Well, as it's my gaff...

Was killing the Home Secretary your primary objective?

Or was there more to the Operation?

There's always more to the Operation.

You might need to wind in your expectations.

He only knows one layer of the Operation.

-His. -How useful an asset is he, Rachel?

If I had to guess...

Why Turner was targeted?

The algorithm predicted he'd start a war with Russia if he became P.M.

Or not start a war with Russia?

Whichever wasn't cool with the Complex at the time.

The Complex?

Military. Industrial.

I want to know why they're trying to frame Whitlock.

There's plenty more credible gun-nuts out there. Why choose him?

I wish I knew. As Rachel will tell you...

Yeah. You're a cog. We know.

Forgive me, but would it not be quicker for you

to brief us about James Whitlock?

My thoughts exactly.

Your Department? Your watch? Not that you'd know it from the report.

The heavily redacted report.

Can't be worse than the shit you've got on me.

-There's no danger of that, Rachel. -No danger at all.

It's your past case. It's your problem.

As long as it doesn't get in the way of mine.

Whatever it is, we are releasing Whitlock tomorrow.

Your friend doesn't like me.

My number is the only one saved, in case you need to reach me.

Is there anyone you'd like us to contact on your behalf?

You mentioned your... girls? Or was that just...

Part of the legend.

Commander Noah Pierson is married with two daughters.

-Dogs? -Dogs, cats, goldfish. The dream.

And William Walker?

Never found the time.

Helping expose the Increment. You're doing a good thing, William.

Enough to atone for all the shitty things?

Someone will come and bring you the basic essentials in the morning.

Toiletries, clothes...

-That bad? -None of us smell like roses.

Didn't like to say.

What happens in the tunnels, stays in the tunnels.

Get some sleep.

No.

No.

I'm sorry, sir. I can't accept the position.

What do you want, Rachel?

Autonomy.

I want the freedom to run my investigations as I see fit.

I want security clearance sign off.

Just wait here, please.

I want Operational Control of S-O-15, without oversight.

-Anything else? -Yes.

Keeping corruption out of this Department will take commitment.

-I'll need a five year contract, minimum. -Five years?

-One year. -Five years. Non-negotiable.

Three. -Done.

-Finally... -There's more?

My title.

This Department needs a Commander. Not an acting one.

I'm surprised you haven't asked for my parking space.

I wouldn't take anything for granted, sir.

In breaking news,

the man arrested on Suspicion of the murder

of British Home Secretary Isaac Turner has been released on bail.

Our political correspondent, Natasha Hayes, is in central London.

-Natasha. -Khadija, good morning.

I'm here outside counter-terrorism command,

where Mr. Whitlock is expected to be released from custody shortly.

Police say they're following a new and highly significant lead

in the investigation into the killing of Home Secretary Isaac Turner.

Keep your head down, Jamie. Keep moving.

Mr. Whitlock, if you didn't kill the Home Secretary, who did?

This ain't the first time Police have stitched me up.

This time, I'm gonna sue them for Defamation of Character.

And if I find out that Firearms Officers have hurt my kids,

or my dogs, I'll be taking them to court.

They've harassed me for years.

Stand by for Executive Action.

Sir.

With Isaac Turner's tragic and untimely passing,

the Public Inquiry he called for has been denied his testimony.

Now, I believe the best way to honor Mr. Turner,

is to persist with this Inquiry without delay and get to the truth.

Here, here, Lord Frederickson. I wouldn't change a word of that.

Isaac and I may have had our differences, but...

Sir Rowan Gill.

Isaac Turner's predecessor, you served as British Home Secretary

for three and a half years.

A period in which the Home Office suffered

its worst reputational drubbing since its inception.

I hope you will be more forthcoming

than your Police counterparts have been, thus far.

Ask me anything you wish, Lord Frederickson,

and I shall answer to the best of my ability.

You will answer to the best of your knowledge, Sir Rowan.

I stand Corrected.

When did you first become aware of

Deepfake Evidence Tampering, Sir Rowan?

Do you mean Correction?

About a week into the job.

Congratulations, Commander Carey.

Well done, Rachel.

-Ma'am? -I've got a lot to brief you on.

-Yes, ma'am. -Yeah. I'll rally the troops.

No. Just you two.

Ma'am. We should have given you the benefit of the doubt.

Yeah. Sorry is what we're trying to say.

It's understandable, given the evidence to the contrary.

Coal Drops Yard?

-Rachel. -What is it?

The Inquiry. It's blowing up.

Once the footage was corrected, it was planted for somebody to find.

An unsuspecting lower-ranking Detective, typically. You know, a cog.

I'm interested in those who were well aware of what they were doing.

Who else had knowledge of the Correction Program?

I only ever met one individual directly involved with the Correction Program.

One Operative? From the Police?

And this is where it gets sticky.

Sticky?

Well, they were in the Police.

But they were also working for a different entity.

-A spy? A plant? -Again, sticky.

To be clear, Sir Rowan, you are talking about someone

who posed as a Police Detective but worked for British Intelligence.

And to be clear, Lord Frederickson,

I am talking about the woman who ran the Correction Program.

-How many Female Officers in S-O-15? -Two hundred? Three?

Tash? Get your crew down to Parliament Square.

I need you to get together an O.B. from the Inquiry.

The Mystery Female Spy. On it.

Let's go.

You say she ran the Program.

Can you give me her name?

Not without breaching the Official Secrets Act.

Then I invite her to make herself available to this Committee

at the earliest opportunity.

And I would advise her

this Public Inquiry has a mandate to compel witnesses to testify under oath.

You must do as you see fit, Lord Frederickson.

However, I would like to make clear that I have nothing but respect

for the individual in question.

A profoundly loyal spy,

who has spent her life defending her country to the end.

Now, a spy of such integrity is like a a rare or precious stone.

An Emerald. Or a Gem.

Gem.

D.I. Latif has command of the room.

-Khadija. -Is it her?

The spook you brought sniffing around our studios last year?

D.S.U. Garland.

Gemma Garland, wasn't it? Rowan Gill practically said it.

Friends, Khadija?

Friends? Yeah, of... of course.

Look. Obviously, I can't confirm or deny. And obviously, this is off the record.

Gemma Garland is being set up.

I thought you'd be glad to see her testify. Isn't that what you wanted?

Well, not in this way. There is no way

that Rowan Gill was the only Government Minister involved,

and there is no way that those higher up in M-I-5 did not know about it.

Members of the British State

trying to bury the Deepfake Scandal. That is the story, Khadija.

Not a bad headline. Congrats on the Top Job, by the way.

But don't start getting ideas above your station.

I'll decide what the story is.

Khadija.

It's her.

But it's off the record.

-Rachel, can I have a moment? -No.

I think you might find it relevant.

As someone who is interested in stamping out corruption?

You were right.

Pierson's Security Vetting was irregular.

Yates leant on me to bend the rules. I was told it was a timescale issue.

I'm gonna go to the P.C.C. with everything I've got. Are you with me?

What have you got?

A timeline... of Pierson's compromised security vetting.

Video files of his suspected deepfake interview.

Copy everything.

But we need to aim higher than the police complaints, Commissioner.

I want arrests.

Are you with me?

Commander.

Why are you doing this to me?

I did everything you asked.

You promised me that would be it. You said I'd never hear from you again.

Stuff happens, Paige. Things change. We adapt and evolve.

Yeah. You just... You can't message me here.

Do you know how many f...king cameras there are in this place?

-Can you talk? -I'm in the toilets.

Use the flush.

-What? -Sound cover.

Just... Do you know how bad this is for my mental health?

Deep breaths, Paige. In and out. It will all be over soon. One more ask.

You can't make me. You've got nothing on me.

You deleted it.

Yeah, it's the weirdest thing. I thought I had deleted it?

And then, it just popped up again on my desktop.

F...k you, Tasha.

I wonder how it would go down as a screensaver.

What do you want?

I need you to fast-track a Freedom of Information Request.

Just that. That's it.

That's it. Then, I'll delete it.

Do you promise?

After this, you'll never hear from me again.

Do you have anything you wish to add to your testimony, Sir Rowan?

Yes, I do have something.

I have been transparent with you, Lord Frederickson,

as I have always been a staunch advocate of Government Accountability.

But I caution you to wait until you've heard the story from both sides,

before deciding whether any serious wrongdoing has been done.

Bollocks. Well, how much more do you need to hear?

He's throwing you under the bus, Gemma.

Question is, what are you gonna do about it?

He's already given them Female Detective from S-O-15.

How long before some...

Gemma.

We can now confirm the identity of the M-I-5 spy as D.S.U. Gemma Garland.

It is believed that Gemma Garland

posed as a high-ranking police officer for several years,

Excuse me.

Working at the heart of counter-terrorist command,

and orchestrating the deepfake...

-Abigail. -Are you free?

No.

I'm just round the corner from your work. Are you going to the vigil?

-The what? -Yeah, the vigil? For Isaac Turner?

There's a load of us going.

I think Isaac Turner would rather I finish solving his murder

than sit around singing "Kum-ba-yah", Abigail.

-Well, it's not gonna be... -Abi.

Abi, I'm gonna have to call you back, alright?

F...k!

Ma'am, get down. Stay down.

Ma'am, stay down.

Ma'am, do not exit the vehicle.

You know you're walking into a trap?

Yes. Does seem that way.

Those Whitlock files.

-The ones we destroyed? -Those were the originals.

No copies? No insurance, Gemma?

Do you want to strip search me?

Have you eaten in the last twenty-four hours?

Two slices of dry toast and a banana.

There's a tray of vegan lasagna in the freezer.

Should be enough to feed a hungry Safe House.

I'll save some for you.

Unless you won't be back for supper?

They can't compel you to testify if you're out of the country.

You know all the tricks, don't you?

You don't have to make it easy for them, Gemma. I didn't.

Yes.

I saw what you did.

Bye, Danny.

Does anyone have eyes on Rachel Carey?

She said she'd give me regular updates.

Can someone try contacting her?

Anyone?

Commander Carey.

It's an honor.

And you are?

Short on time.

I thought I'd take the opportunity to meet you face to face.

There may not be another one.

You've become rather famous in our Operations Room.

You're quite the curiosity. Simon can't figure you out at all.

Our data knows us better than we know ourselves, apparently.

But not your data.

You're an anomaly, Rachel.

A kink in the slinky.

Yet to be beaten out.

Do you know how easy it was to compromise your colleagues?

Remind me, who was buying Diamorphine on the Dark Web?

D.C.I. Kendricks, Sir.

He buys it for his twenty-two year old daughter.

It's cleaner than the street Heroin that put her on life support last year.

Before Bank of Dad started funding her habit.

Don't judge the man too harshly.

What father doesn't want the best for his daughter?

Others folded for less.

Who else in my Department have you blackmailed?

-Lots of cogs in that machine. -Besides Commissioner Yates.

There's many moving parts to that Mission.

-Angela Stilton? Comms? -The timing, the staging...

The position of the camera.

It's not that we're short on intel.

Far from it.

We know that you buy two litres of whiskey per month.

Nine bottles of red wine.

We know that you downloaded a Dating App,

but are yet to activate your account.

We know that you took out a personal loan seven months

ago for Oversight Cryo-Preservation.

Or egg freezing.

It's not so much the data Simon's struggling with.

It's the analysis. -Have you tried turning him off and on?

As a matter of fact, we're going to try something rather more familiar.

If Simon can't predict you, we'll find another way to get through to you.

Look who dropped by to say hello.

Come on, Rachel. Don't you recognize your own sister?

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