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This is how you escaped the QE2 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.

I'm here to see Simon. Is he here?

Right in front of you.

You're using AI to support ops.

Support? Map, execute, command.

Why did you fall out of favor with your squadron?

Back there at the warehouse, I was under duress,

- vulnerable to compromise. - Who do you work for?

Simon flicked my kill switch.

- We need a new head of SO15. - Ah.

We're gonna have to go back to Rachel Carey

with our tail between our legs.

The truth about Correction

may finally be coming.

When did you first become aware of the Correction Program?

There are files in the archive on James Whitlock.

About our former friend, MI-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 to find.

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

Panic over! They're gonna have to have the podium on the right

and the Carey cam in the middle.

My team know what they're doing.

Why compromise the tech

when you can compromise the technicians?

Isaac Turner was not my only target.

They were never planning to kill you, Rachel.

They were planning to kill your reputation.

Who knows how long I've got left?

I'll spend it helping you expose my squadron

for what they've become.

You brought down Correction.

If anyone can bring down the Increment, it's you.

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, um, anyone you'd like us to contact on your behalf?

You mentioned your, um, 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.

Mm, that bad?

Uh, none of us smell like roses.

Didn't like to say.

Hey.

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 SO15,

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.

Oh, with me. With me.

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

Yeah, listen, 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 dog, 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.

Hear, hear, 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'll 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?

Um...

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.

Um...

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? Uh, 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 SO15?

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.

DI Latif has command of the room.

Khadija.

Is it her? The spook you brought

sniffing around our studios last year?

DSU 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 MI-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.

Ah, Rachel, can I have a moment?

No.

I think you might find it relevant.

As someone who is interested in stamping out corruption.

You-- you were right.

Pierson's security vetting was, uh... irregular.

Yates leant on me to bend the rules,

I was told it was a timescale issue.

I'm gonna go to the PCC 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 Commission.

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 fucking cameras there are in this place?

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

Use the flush.

- Wh-- 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-- 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...

it just popped up again on my desktop.

Fuck you, Tasha.

I wonder how it would go down as a screensaver.

What do-- what do you want?

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

Just that, 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 SO15.

- How long before some-- - Gemma.

We can now confirm the identity

of the MI-5 spy

as DSU 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 Terrorism 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 "Kumbaya," Abigail.

Well, it's not gonna be...

Abi.

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

Fuck!

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 24 hours?

Uh, two slices of dry toast and a banana.

Oh.

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?

DCI Kendricks, sir.

Buys it for his 22-year-old daughter.

It's cleaner than the street heroin

that, uh, 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?

Ooh. 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 liters 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 oocyte cryopreservation,

or egg freezing.

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

It's-- it's-- it's the analysis.

Have you tried turning him off and on?

Ha.

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?

Mm.

That's not my sister.

Abigail Carey, activist and podcaster?

That's a deepfake.

Are you sure?

Famously difficult to verify, I understand.

Let me to speak to her.

No one's taken your phone.

Give her a try.

Hello?

Abi?

Rachel, where, where are you?

Abi, I need you to listen.

Why are you speaking like that?

- Speaking like what? - So serious.

You're freaking me out.

Because this is serious, Abigail.

Look at the camera.

Where did we go on our first family holiday together?

When I first moved to London.

What? I don't know.

Think, Abigail, think.

Ramsgate? No.

Margate?

This is stressing me out so much.

What if I get it wrong?

- Rachel? - Yeah, I'm-- I'm here.

Rachel, are you there?

Yeah, Abi, I-- I'm here. I can hear you.

Abi?

The next phone call you make

will be to Counter Terrorism Command.

You will tell your officers to drag James Whitlock

back into police custody

and charge him for the murder of Isaac Turner.

And if I don't?

Are you still sure this is a deepfake?

Or is that your sister Abigail under that hood?

Gun to the head.

Tom, what did you used to call Garland

when she wore that coat?

What, the fake fur?

Cruella Rimington.

Tom, this call isn't secure.

I know you've been blackmailed,

and I know Veritas is compromised.

I'm not interested in excuses or denials.

I just need to you listen.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

If Ops Room One is fit for purpose,

run a facial rec on Abigail Carey, my sister.

- Ma'am? - Tom?

Tom?

Comms check, Kilo One, now.

Control to Kilo One, do you read?

What's the concern?

Kilo One, do you read?

Commander Carey's under duress.

Run facial rec on Abigail Carey.

Wow.

Poor Abi.

If you've got Abigail, let me see her.

Take me to her.

Make me watch with my own eyes.

Sorry.

That's not part of the plan.

Control, all units, Sentinel One is down.

Repeat, Sentinel One is down.

Commander's vehicle?

You still tracking Rachel's phone?

I've been trying to tell you.

What do you know about it?

- She's in trouble. - No shit.

Phone is out of range.

Last known location, Rotherhithe Tunnel.

Repeat, Rotherhithe Tunnel.

Go.

Take me with you, I can help.

You fill out the risk assessment, mate.

We'll see you in about a month, yeah?

Your boys aren't gonna find her, Danny.

And what hope have they got against E-Squadron if they do?

All I need is my handset and a CR2302.

- A what? - It's a battery.

And maybe a little help installing it.

Not a bleeding chance.

If Rachel Carey has been taken by my squadron,

- I know where she is. - Where?

The Kingsway Exchange.

But if you don't know the tunnels like I do,

you'll never find her.

Danny...

you haven't seen what he can do.

Yes, I have.

I happen to owe Rachel Carey my life.

Least I can do is risk it trying to save hers.

And chances are, that's what it will take.

When was the last time you made a decision?

I beg your pardon?

For yourself, I mean.

Not Simon.

Go on, try it.

Take me to Abigail.

Put the data down

and start acting like a commanding officer

and not a cog.

You can't do it, can you?

You can't scratch your nose unless Simon fucking says.

Decorated military officers

taking orders from an algorithm.

It's pathetic.

Well, I've taken orders from schoolboys

straight out of Sandhurst.

I'll take my chances with AI.

- Clear. - Wait, no, no. Wait, no.

- Clear for executive action. - No, no, no, wait, wait, wait,

Abi?

Wait. Abi, no, wait!

Wait!

Was it her?

- Guard! - Was it her?

Was it fucking her?

Was it her?

Wizard, you beauty.

Thank you.

Could you please state your name.

Uh, yes. Ahem. My name--

Would you mind speaking up, please.

My name...

is Jacqueline Goldcross.

I served in the Security Service MI-5

for 36 years.

For the last ten of those years,

I ran a deep cover operation inside SO15

under the name of

Detective Superintendent Gemma Garland.

What was the goal of the operation?

MI-5 had failed

to stop a succession of terrorist attacks.

The public were tired of excuses.

We needed to find a way to stop violent extremists

before they could act.

So, decided to start fitting them up with fake evidence.

The Correction Program never once faked

a single piece of evidence.

I'm confused.

Well, perhaps, I could illustrate

by using a past case as an example?

Please do.

The first, for instance?

The first?

The first case of the Correction Program.

James Whitlock.

The suspect in-- in the Westminster attack?

Yes, Lord Frederickson. - What?

Whitlock came onto our radar seven years ago

when he started sending death threats.

To whom?

Local councilors, police officers, magistrates--

anyone in a position of authority

Whitlock deemed an enemy.

I have a copy of the un-redacted police report

I can submit to the inquiry, if that would be helpful?

It would, indeed, Miss Goldcross.

Whitlock posed a threat,

a risk to public safety.

So, we launched digital intercepts.

You mean, you hacked his computers and other devices?

Yes, Lord Frederickson.

And what did you discover?

A murder manifesto.

Dates, times, reconnaissance.

James Whitlock was planning a shooting spree.

And he'd laid it out in a video confession.

Uh, sounds like compelling evidence.

Yes, it would have been.

By the time we raided his property

and seized his computers,

Whitlock had taken a magnet to the hard drive,

wiped the lot.

I ask you, Lord Frederickson.

If you had the means to recreate that footage

so a jury could see it

to judge for themselves

how serious a threat James Whitlock was...

what would you do?

If evidence can be brought back to life, is it false?

Or is it, in every meaningful sense, the truth?

James Whitlock got 18 years

for conspiracy to murder,

and the streets were safer without him.

Until a year ago.

What happened a year ago?

Uh...

Well-meaning whistleblowers from SO15

decided to expose Correction.

Whitlock's Lawyers knew they had a case.

Decisions were made, a deal was done.

Whitlock was set free.

I understand James Whitlock is no longer a suspect

in the Westminster attack.

He was released from custody this morning.

Well, that is one decision I can't be held responsible for.

Kilo Nine, go ahead.

We need to switch up Whitlock's security detail.

His profile's on the rise, thanks to the inquiry.

Change of address sent.

Received.

Uh, that's Whitlock's home address.

PPO's are waiting with his family.

He'll be secure there.

Understood.

You're starting to make Simon look sloppy.

Where's Abigail?

No longer with us, I'm afraid.

Then, where's the body?

My sister was never here, was she?

That execution was deepfake.

If you really shot my sister, then where is she?

Where is the body?

Maddening, isn't it?

Never knowing what to believe.

Simon said you'd save your sister.

Again, you defied the data.

I guess the only person that matters more to you

than your code of honor is yourself.

You paint a rosy portrait of Correction, Miss Goldcross,

but it seems you've overlooked something.

If one has the means to recreate evidence,

one has the means to change it.

What's to stop an overzealous police detective

embellishing the deepfake footage?

Painting a gun in place of a knife?

That would never happen on my watch, Lord Frederickson.

And what about others in the Program above you?

Were they as scrupulous?

Above me, Lord Frederickson?

Well, I understand you controlled

the flow of information as gatekeeper.

To whom did it flow?

GCHQ? MI-6?

Who else in British Intelligence was involved

in the Correction Program?

Correction was kept tight.

I was the gatekeeper and commanding officer.

None of my superiors at MI-5

or any British Intelligence agency had knowledge of

or involvement in the Correction Program.

- Wow. - She's falling on her sword.

What about in government?

Besides the Home Secretary?

I had operational control without oversight.

I ran the Correction Program with autonomy,

and I take full responsibility for that.

Rachel was right, this is a fucking whitewash.

Ready to join your sister?

Say hello to Abigail for me.

Is it true?

What's that?

Abi.

Is it real?

She didn't feel a thing.

Goodbye, Rachel.

You seem almost proud of your involvement in the program.

You must have known what you were doing was illegal.

Balancing the needs of national security and justice

has always meant stark choices and difficult decisions,

Lord Frederickson.

I wonder, Miss Goldcross,

if you're familiar with the writings of Benjamin Franklin.

I believe he had something to say

about the balancing act you describe.

At the risk of paraphrasing, "Those who give up liberty--"

"Those-- those who would give up essential liberty

to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither."

I believe I had it on my wall at university,

Lord Frederickson.

It's a pity you didn't remember Mr. Franklin's wisdom

while you were deepfaking evidence, Miss Goldcross.

Benjamin Franklin wasn't monitoring

three thousand terror suspects a day,

wondering which one was going to blow the British public up next.

Correction kept extremists off the streets.

It put violent offenders behind bars,

where they belonged.

Correction kept us safe, Lord Frederickson.

Correction...

Oh, we lost that, coming to three.

The Correction Program

stopped mass shootings and terror plots.

If I seem proud, Lord Frederickson,

that is because I am.

Deeply.

The Correction Program saved lives.

I fear for public safety without it.

Amen.

Outside of the Frederickson inquiry.

Shots fired. Active gunman in the building.

We have a confirmed fatality. Repeat, confirmed fatality.

White Rabbit is down.

Repeat, White Rabbit is down.

No eyes on target.

Repeat, White Rabbit...

Picture's back.

- Picture's back up. - Studio, stand by.

We're heading there now.

Did we get him?

Hard drives went down, as well as the feeds.

Didn't get him. Tash?

I got him.

DC Tan?

Mum?

Ellie, sweetheart, I'm home.

Simon says thank you.

Gemma Garland.

Huh?

You just killed Gemma Garland.

I know.

I'm as surprised as anyone.

I was coming to save you.

Fuck, that burns.

Are you gonna call it in, or...

You were coming to save me?

I thought I was.

But as soon as I powered up my heart and my handset,

there was a new mission waiting for me.

What, and that was it?

Back to work.

No free will of your own.

Yeah, on balance, I'm not sure I believe in that.

I'm a soldier, Rachel.

- I follow orders. - You don't even know why.

Oh, come... come on.

That's obvious.

Hey. Hey!

Hey, stay with me.

Why? Why did you kill her?

Garland dies, Correction dies.

As far as the world is concerned.

If you leave Simon to use it as he wants,

he'll leave you alone.

So you see, Rachel...

I did save you...

...in the end.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

I am getting you out of here.

Stay with me, William.

Kilo One, Control.

Control, do you read?

Yes.

Yes, I think that was him.

Are you certain, Lord Frederickson?

There was a lot going on in that courtroom.

Yeah, he was staring at me for four or five seconds,

maybe more.

It was him.

That's the man I saw.

Police have yet to confirm the identity

of the gunman who opened fire

inside the Frederickson Inquiry

despite footage recovered by the BBC

appearing to show James Whitlock. Whitlock--

Yeah, and we won't be confirming it.

They don't need us to confirm it.

It's there for all to see.

They've made their point.

James Whitlock was planning a shooting spree,

and he'd laid it out in a video confession.

By the time we raided his property

and seized his computers,

Whitlock had taken a magnet to the hard drive,

wiped the lot.

If only the Correction Program was still up and running.

Whitlock would still be inside.

The Westminster attacks would have been avoided.

I mean, who could resist that narrative?

I had operational control without oversight.

It's a whitewash.

I ran the Correction Program with autonomy.

She just went along with it.

I take responsibility for that.

Correction died with Garland.

That's what the public will think.

If you had the means to recreate that footage

so a jury could see it, to judge for themselves

how serious a threat James Whitlock was...

what would you do?

Well, she won't be looking

over your shoulder anymore.

How are you holding up, ma'am?

Now, I know you and Garland weren't exactly best friends, but...

I always got the impression that she was something--

If you're gonna say "surrogate mother," you can fuck off.

"Mentor" is what I was gonna say.

If evidence can be brought back to life,

is it false?

Or is it, in every meaningful sense, the truth?

I've got my 728, ma'am.

I'm gonna hand it in to the commissioner's office today.

I fucked up, I don't know what else to say.

You're not the only one.

Could I ask you to step to the side, please?

Oh, sorry, is there a-- a problem or--

Morning, Paige.

Someone will be on to escort you.

Oh, you know I'm here every day.

Nothing to be alarmed about.

Khadija.

Rachel... I'm so sorry.

So you should be.

You managed to put out a prime time commercial

for Correction yesterday afternoon.

How's that for impartiality?

I meant I'm sorry for your loss.

Are you any closer to IDing the gunman?

The cameras went down, but you've seen our phone footage.

You mean the footage from Natasha Hayes?

Yeah, that's why I'm calling, Khadija.

I thought you ought to know you've got a mole in your team.

So do I.

Natasha forced me.

She said she was gonna leak the pictures

if I didn't do exactly what she said.

She was going to destroy me.

That's Natasha Hayes in custody, ma'am.

Her laptop's here with Tech.

Outstanding. Let me know when you find it.

I think they've found it, ma'am.

Send me the capture.

- Uh, no, please. - Oh, I want to see it, Paige.

I think we all want to see it.

I'm dying to see it.

- Sending. - I-- I was young.

Received.

Uh, I didn't know it was offensive.

- Received. - It was fresher's week, for fuck's sake!

What am I looking at?

Is this it?

This is what they blackmailed you over?

- Yeah. - I still don't know what I'm looking at.

She's wearing a Pocahontas outfit.

I'm not Native American.

If that got out, no one would ever hire me again.

You could always claim that your great-grandmother was Cherokee.

That's really offensive.

I'm not the one wearing braids.

- Put them out. - What?

Post them online. Yes, ma'am.

No, just wait.

How long will it take to leak them to the press?

Well, I'm sure The Guardian will go for it.

- No, no. - Send them an exclusive.

Please, my life would be over.

Your life is over!

How would you like to add conspiracy to murder to your CV?

You are looking at 15 years.

If you're lucky, they might let you run the prison website.

If you want to bargain for a deal, start talking.

What did Natasha want in return for burying this... scandal?

Um, ran-- random stuff.

Wanted the, the timing of the launch.

She wanted the-- the layout of-- of the room.

She wanted the Carey cam center stage,

facing the audience.

Why did she want the camera facing the audience?

Because the rest of the cameras would be facing the stage.

So, our camera would be the only one on the gunman.

And we still wouldn't get a shot of him.

So, the demo camera had no memory card or video drive?

Ma'am, we've been through all this.

But the live feed was being sent back here.

Before the power went down, it was, yes.

So...

some of the Carey cam footage survived.

The stuff leading up to the attack.

The stuff leading up to the attack, yeah,

but that's sort of the problem.

It cuts before the shooter shows up.

Although...

I, uh...

I could take another look.

Make sure nothing was missed?

I mean, there's no harm in taking a look.

Thanks, boys.

Like what you've done with the place.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm told Carey Cams is trending already.

That's where the footage stops.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm told... - Not anymore.

...Carey Cams is trending already.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm told Carey Cams is trending already.

And I refuse to call her acting commander of SO15.

I'm afraid she's not acting...

Commander Rachel Carey.

That is it.

That is what happened.

Rachel.

All the major outlets have it.

It will go live when you're on air.

Okay.

You ready?

Sure you want to do this, ma'am?

It isn't Correction until you say it's real.

Good evening, everyone.

The hunt for the man who killed Isaac Turner is over.

William Walker, a rogue Special Forces Officer

who terrorized Westminster for five long days,

was shot and fatally wounded by armed police

last night after 7:00 p.m.

Thanks to the tireless work of our technical officers,

we have now recovered footage

from a Veritas smart camera, in operation

at the time of the attack.

Run VT.

Key video evidence.

Which shows beyond doubt the identity of the shooter.

The footage broadcast by news outlets

in the aftermath of the attack was deepfaked.

James Whitlock was nowhere near Westminster that day.

He was, once again, a victim of Correction.

Open the floodgates.

Sir.

But Walker was not working alone.

And the hunt for the people

behind this act of treason

will not stop until every one of them is brought to justice.

What the fuck?

Uh, sir?

Can you comment on the breaking news, commander?

Was Walker a Russian spy?

- Run facial rec. - Run facial rec on...

On whoever the fuck this is now.

Uh, face match.

97.9%

...behind this act of treason

will not stop

until every one of them is brought to justice.

- That was... - Congratulations, Rachel.

...statement given earlier today.

There's talk at the Treasury of Veritas

getting the green light.

...or the deaths of...

Carey Cams to be rolled out nationwide.

No wonder, all the press they're getting.

You caught Correction in the act.

...MP and talking to...

And so did we.

And now, you've got something on me.

- What happens to my case? - Walker was...

Your case is closed.

You got your man.

William Walker is an enemy of the British State.

He entered the U.K. undetected,

just two weeks ago,

on the same flight as Anton Koslov.

You used Anton Koslov as a decoy.

Walker was working for Russian black ops.

This is a defense matter now.

You're staging a Russian false flag op.

What's your endgame?

Simon says World War III?

Not quite.

Do you know which puzzle we asked Simon to solve about you?

We asked Simon, "What would it take

to persuade Rachel Carey to use Correction?"

What would it take for the woman

who brought down the Correction Program

to use deepfake evidence of her own free will?

Or, at least, the illusion of it?

It was the only way to prove what fucking happened.

Useful, isn't it?

"Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum."

- Simon's endgame in a nutshell. - Hmm.

English, please.

They didn't teach much Latin at my school.

If you want peace, prepare for war.

We'll try not to cramp your style.

We'll be in touch if and when we need your discretion.

You mean if and when you need me

to turn a blind eye to acts of murder and treason.

You can always quit if you prefer.

Be a shame, after all you've achieved.

All you've sacrificed.

If I quit, what happens then?

Am I out?

Or am I looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life?

Simon's powers of suggestion can only go so far.

He doesn't make you do things you don't want to do.

On some level, you have to want it, too,

whether you're conscious of it or not.

We both know you're not gonna quit, Rachel.

We don't need Simon to predict that.

The Prime Minister has called an emergency

COBRA meeting tonight

after reports that the man who shot and killed Isaac Turner

may have been working for Russian military intelligence.

Walker was fatally wounded by armed police officers yesterday.

The assassination of a home secretary is an act of war.

Well, Lord Frederickson's inquiry into Correction...

The government needs to rethink its defense spending,

or we are toast.

You want to start making arrests?

Here.

What's that?

That is everything I have on Yates.

Yates?

I mean, I thought it wise not to send anything digitally.

You know, chain of evidence, as we build our dossier?

Evidence of what?

What do you think? The breach.

The compromised vetting, the deepfake video files.

Deputy Commissioner, forgive me,

but I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Rachel Carey.

They got to you.

If you have evidence of misconduct

against Commissioner Yates or... anyone else,

I suggest you contact the Police Complaints Commission.

But before you do...

ask yourself,

do you really have enough to go on?

Against all the evidence they will have against you.

Gentlemen.

- Cheers. - What?

Mm.

Here.

That's really cute.

Hm.

The trouble with people who can't talk about their work?

You can't really ask how their day was.

Well, you can ask.

How was your day, Rachel?

I can't talk about my work, Abi, you know that.

Is there gonna be a war?

Not if I can help it, Abi.

Good, because I don't think I could handle that.

Hm.

Can I sleep in your room?

Sure, go for it.

Why don't you move in?

What, here? Seriously?

Well, it's just a thought.

I'll think about it.

- You coming to bed? - Yeah. In a minute.

Mm.

And another whiskey.

Abi.

Thanks.

It's nice to be asked, even if I can't answer.

Sorry, I, um...

I never even asked you how your day was.

Oh, nothing ever happens to me.

What the fuck?

What is it?

I can't talk about it.

That's really fucked up.

I promise I won't do this if you live here.

You can.

Hm.

I'll be in, in a minute.

I will.

Goodnight, Secret Agent.