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You are looking at the next P.M.

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, mam.

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?

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?

This is not happening to me again!

You see what he's capable of.

He put down six armed guards single-handedly.

He can appear and disappear from government buildings without a trace.

Simon.

Does that name mean anything to you?

What's the connection?

James Whitlock was groomed online.

He thinks he's been talking to some Deep State insider.

Well, for all I know, maybe he is.

Either way, "Simon" has been setting Whitlock up from the start.

And just like Pierson, my ops room can't trace him.

Does that offer of help still stand?

What?

Beg your pardon, sir? Was it the caliber of the rifle you wanted?

The rounds.

No rounds came in with the weapon, sir.

That's impossible. Check the logs.

Gotcha. How long have you been looking for this?

Longer than ten minutes anyway.

What can you tell me?

Well, the messages to James Whitlock from quote-Simon-unquote

didn't come from a phone, they came from a computer.

A computer? Where, do you know?

Would you like the I.P. address and location?

The I.N.A.?

"International Nautical Agency. Albert Embankment."

-Where are you going? -Albert Embankment.

What? Am I a prisoner here? I'm running an investigation.

Not without backup you're not.

-It's a standard police inquiry. -Yeah, all the same.

You're not police, Danny. I'm still the Deputy Commander of S.O.-15.

I need to pursue an urgent line of inquiry

and you have no authority to stop me.

We can't risk something going wrong again.

Major Greggs, who are your best men?

Three, four, six, seven, nine, twelve.

You know what to do.

It's thyroid.

Now. Since you're here, Ralph, can I interest you in a little freelance work?

-Got it? -This can't be right.

It says here the weapon was recovered with two full mags.

Well, I think you'd better find them then.

I'm happy to check again, sir. But I remember the rifle coming in.

If there'd've been any rounds with it, I'd've seen them.

Everything you said?

About one bloke taking care of six armed guards on his tod?

In and out of government buildings? No trace of him anywhere.

Yes?

There's a squadron. Call themselves "The Increment".

They're special forces but they're not part of the S.A.S. or the S.B.S.

But they select the very best of the best of the best of both.

As far as I'm aware, they're answerable to no one but themselves and M.I.-6.

Sounds like them.

How do you know so much about it?

Deputy Commander Rachel Carey. I believe you're expecting me.

I understand you've got a warrant

and you're entitled to look at any staff laptop you like,

I just need to know where you wanna start.

-Goodnight, Mary. -Goodnight, Brian.

-See ya tomorrow, Mary. -Night Hew.

There's four floors and twelve offices on each. Take your pick.

-Goodnight, Mary. -Goodnight, Simon.

-Which office does he work in? -Simon?

I'm calling it "Operation Frankenstein".

I think Simon's office is the one at the end.

Do you know everyone who works here by name?

Should do, been here long enough.

You're like busses, you lot.

-Problem? -Delivery. Need to sign for it.

You alright if I leave that with you? Only I've got to...

Sorry, George.

Excuse me, this doesn't...

Ground floor.

Doors opening.

We haven't got long. More are coming.

I strongly suggest you follow me.

Please!

C'mon!

Basement.

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-F...king-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 f...king 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 f...king 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 f...king seconds.

Drop your weapon.

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

-Always a chance it might accidentally... -Just f...king 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 f...k up.

What's your real name?

Because I know it's not Noah f...king 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?