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Scott Arthur Minett,
former soldier who served

honourably in Afghanistan

now leading People's Justice
in the Red Zone.

Here we are, Mr Prime Minister.
You'd better be listening now.

For better or worse, Mr Nobody
speaks for a lot of people.

I am not inviting that man
to Downing Street.

Chequers then.

Ellie's not coping well.

We will get her through this
if we just hold the line.

The law must take its course
unimpeded.

I have never interfered
with that

and I would never instruct
any of my staff to do so.

Why did he come back
to find you after so long?

I don't know.

Edin Tosumbegovic is connected
to a Balkan gangster

called Toni Lulin.

- Do you love him?
- I don't know.

The capital has effectively
been encircled

and our attempts
to move a new transformer

to the Red Zone paralysed.

You need to get the tankers
out of the depots

which might not be so easy
if my members

decide to take matters further.

It's not us who's under pressure
here, Prime Minister.

Georgia was my best friend.

I loved her.

She did not deserve
what happened to her

and she doesn't deserve
to be blamed for it now.

I'm sorry that I've added
to the suffering of her family.

I admit that
it was all my fault.

I'm the one that provided
the drugs and I lied.

Not because of my privilege

but because I am scared
about going to prison.

She was scared
she might go to prison.

Were you scared, Mrs Sutherland?

You'll have to be more specific.

When you discovered
Ellie had supplied the drugs

were you scared
she might go to prison?

Oh, come on, Detective.

You're gonna have to do better
than "When did you stop

beating your wife?"

You didn't advise her
to lie in police interviews

and put the blame on Georgia?

Are you asking me did I conspire

to pervert the course
of justice?

- No, I did not.
- Did anybody else?

Not to my knowledge.

Did you ever discuss it
with Peter Mott?

With who?

You don't know the name of
your husband's Press Secretary?

Yes, of course I know who he is.

Did you ever discuss Ellie's
predicament with Peter Mott?

I think there might have...

There may have been
a conversation

about the level of
tabloid interest

a case of this nature
would attract.

So you discussed protecting your
daughter from press intrusion?

We've often had to do that.

I'm sure.

Look, my daughter has admitted
to an understandable

error of judgement

because she is overcome
with pain and grief

over her best friend's death.

You now have to decide whether
you're gonna charge her or not

and she's fully prepared
for that.

But in the meantime, I'd like
to go home and be with her

because believe it or not,
for all her supposed privilege

right now, Ellie...

she's just a very, very
frightened young woman

and she needs her mum.

OK, fine. That'll do.

For now.

I'll travel
to Chequers by helicopter.

Can't run the risk of
getting trapped at a blockade.

A special train to Aylesbury
has also been laid on

and there are cars from there.

Trains! Good God.

We may as well hold this in
the waiting room at Paddington.

Need to show we're
not besieged in the capital

that we can travel anywhere.

What's happening with
the Red Zone?

Well, we've set up
a new Gold Command Centre

at the airbase near Hexham.

From now on, only essential
supplies go to the hospital

and we've arranged buses
to move those who want to leave.

What a waste of time
and resources.

I think People's Justice know
the action's elsewhere now.

They've still got their foot
on our throat.

Panic buying has increased
in a lot of areas.

There are big issues
over fuel supply

now that the Dartford Tunnel
is blocked.

Also enormous problems
with bloods

and special medical couriers.

I seem to remember a time
when you dismissed such issues

as minor logistics.

Don't underestimate
Scott Minett.

He's got a massive profile now

and he'll take that with him
to the barricade.

Surely his car
comes off the road

somewhere on the A40?

What good's the "deep state"
if it can't organise

a simple assassination?

The only "deep state"
I'm familiar with is my inbox.

OK, let me be absolutely clear.
I will meet with these people.

But if they push too hard

I will drive them straight off
my fucking mountain.

Yes.

OK.

Yeah, yeah.
Keep me updated, yeah.

Peter Mott's been arrested.

Searched his office,
taken his computers.

This is a full-blown
witch hunt now, isn't it?

I've lied to parliament, Rachel.

They'll keep on and on
trying to prove that.

They can't prove it,
they can say it and some people

might believe it
but they can't prove it.

And let's be honest,
these are different times.

The bar for misdemeanours is
way higher than it used to be.

Well, thank God for our degraded
sense of political honour.

There's nothing degraded

about wanting to protect
your family, Robert.

Whatever it takes, family first.
Always.

What?

That's what Scott Minett
says too.

I guess we're all the same
in the end.

Bunch of selfish apes.

Oh, sweetheart,
don't get cynical.

It's not you at all.

I have visual on Loverboy
with unknown female.

"Dear Diary

Busy morning lusting after
Amy Williams

from the Mail on Sunday

followed by a spot of
coaching Ellie Sutherland

on how best to lie
to the police."

Oh, he hasn't!

It's on his computer.
They're still going through it.

They're not gonna question him
till later which is frustrating.

A slight delay
will probably help

given all the attention
will be on Chequers.

What about Anna Marshall,
sleeping with the enemy?

- In hand.
- So...

My hands.

You bugging the flat?

No comment.

Does she know
you're bugging the flat?

Archie...

Let me know if they pick up
anything particularly salacious.

I'll only share it with
my WhatsApp group.

Piss off, Archie,
you'll be late for Chequers.

Nothing can move down there.
We have to end this.

One way or another.

Well, looks like we're
staying put until we know

the outcome from Chequers.

Well, they're not gonna agree
on anything.

It's obvious the plan
is to bring down government.

Maybe. But the PM's in
a fighting mood, so we'll see.

Well, at least this means you
can go to your dad's funeral.

Well, obviously, I'll be,
uh, reachable on the mobile.

- You gonna take Mabel?
- Sorry?

You know, you said
you were worried about going...

Oh, er... Francine Bridge
is coming along, actually.

Francine Bridge
from the Policy Unit?

That's right.

Huh.

Just, y'know,
bit of moral support.

Now, where is
the chief engineer?

Need to speak to him about these
elevated stretches of roadway.

He's slipping the move
on Francine Bridge?

Wow. Good for you, Fraser.

She is hot. Aim high, dude.

Yass...

Don't lose your focus now!

The government are on the ropes.

I'm going down to Chequers
with the lorry drivers today

and I'm gonna deliver
our message.

Soon there'll be
a new government.

They tried to starve us
out of this building

but the struggle's
already moved on.

We're gonna take the last
of that fuel

and get down
to the barricades in London

because that's where
this is gonna finish.

But I'm telling yous...

I promise yous

that in the years to come,
people are gonna look back on us

marching down them stairs,
and taking this room

and they're gonna remember us
as the match that lit the flame

of a people's uprising.

Hey, Mabel, good dog.

Hey, Holly.

Hey, Dad.

How are you?

I came second in cross-country.

Holly! Come back here please.

I love your shoes, Holly.

Holly!

They only start listening
when it's London.

This'd been the south-east,
it would've been fixed

- in five minutes.
- Right.

It's true.

Look, I'm not, er,
anti-London, right?

In fact, I probably
know more real Londoners

than any of the liberals
down there in their mansions.

And by real Londoners,
you mean...

I don't just mean white

if that's what you're trying
to catch us out on.

But you have to remember,
there are still millions

of white Londoners.

That's the reality.
There's nowt wrong with it.

Still plenty of fuel
for your generator, I see.

Oh, you see that house there?
On the end, with the flag on it.

That's Mad Thommo's house,
right?

Raging commie,
knits socks for refugees.

Across the street from him

we've even got a couple
of lesbians.

What I'm saying is
not everybody thinks the same.

It's not like yous lot make out.

You keep saying this.
"They." "You lot." "The media."

- People who've got the power.
- Get out the way!

Ah, shut up!

You seen the thanks you get?

People think they can tell us
what we're allowed to think

what we're allowed to say.

Celebrities with their blue
ticks and their rainbow flags.

As opposed to those
salt-of-the-earth types

tying brown men to motorbikes?

Look, man, some people
are completely racist, right?

And some people are not.

Most of 'em are
just somewhere in the middle.

Like you?

Look, some lairy kid
in an Audi cuts us up, right?

I might think to myself,
"Fuck you, Paki."

No offence.

I might even say it out loud.
It depends who I'm with.

It depends what mood I'm in.

That's the way people are,
all over the world, man.

It's not just here.

Like, how would your parents
react if you told them

"Mam, Dad, I'm marrying a lass
from a different religion"?

They'd throw a party if it was
a girl from any religion

I imagine.

Do you think I'm a racist?

Lots of people have been
asking me that.

Y'know, when they're not
abusing me for normalising you.

What d'you tell them?

Does it matter to you?

I wouldn't be asking
if it didn't.

Well, I certainly think
you're pretty normal.

Thank you.

You're smart.

Maybe in another era,
the local headmaster would have

come and pleaded with your dad
to let you stay on at school.

Ah, he wanted us to stay on
at school, my old man.

He was a deep thinker,
was John Minett.

Union man, like.

But in the end,
it doesn't really matter

what I think of you personally
any more than

what you think of me.

I'm just a journalist,
and you're just my story.

Right.

Howay then.

Come and see
where your story lives.

Now, er, don't mind
the Hitler shrine, right?

and try not to touch me arse.
I know it's tempting

but not in front of me daughter.

There she is, me pride and joy.

Now then, darling, come meet
me new friend Manish!

Bye, Mabel.

Come on, Holly.

Good luck.

What with?

Him.

We're colleagues.

- If you say so.
- I do.

Bye, Mabel. I love you, Mabel.

I'll miss you.

Bye, love.

Right.

Let's go for a drink.

What I'll be saying
to the Prime Minister

is quite simple.
Call a general election.

Let the people decide.

And do you feel
any responsibility towards

the people not having operations

because there's a shortage
of blood in the capital?

Hang on, hang on.

The responsibility for this lies
entirely with the government

who has always ruled
on behalf of an elite

and not the ordinary folk
of this country.

Folk?

I need a cigarette.

Did you coach Ellie
on what to say to police?

No.

Did you and... Rachel Sutherland

advise her to claim that Georgia
had supplied the drugs

because Georgia was dead?

No.

- Was the Prime Minister pres...
- No.

Was the Prime Minister present
at any meetings

where such a strategy
was discussed?

No.

- You keep a diary.
- Mm-hm.

We found some interesting
extracts on your computer.

"RS..."

That's Robert Sutherland, right?

No flies on you, Inspector.

"RS very anxious not to get
involved with discussions on ES

and leaving things to me
and RJS..."

Rachel Jane Sutherland.

So he knew that you two
were strategizing.

The only strategy
was how to deal with

the inevitable press interest.

"ES v upset after visit
from Georgia Nixon's father.

Took a concerted effort to
persuade her to keep to script."

Figure of speech.

"Disturbing news
from the university.

When I told RS,
he bit my head off

about interview strategy
with ES and police.

Told him to leave it to me
and RJS.

She is much more clear-sighted
about the issues.

Need to stop AM
going all Cassandra.

So far,
RS keeping her out of it."

Anna Marshall, right?

At least she has an alibi.

At one point
in her last interview

Ellie told us that
she felt pressured into lying.

She tried to backtrack,
but we've got it on tape.

Now, when we get her to tell us
who was pressuring her

who do you think it will be
that she'll name?

You...

or her mother?

And Sam knows?

And he's...

Sad, I think.

Uncertain.

Well, I always thought
it was a good marriage

for what it's worth.

In many ways, it is.

So what happens now?

Eleanor's running checks because
of the Toni Lulin connection.

You did the right thing
going to her, of course.

Of course.

- But you can still see him?
- According to Eleanor, yeah.

And you want to?

I'm a bit lost for words,
actually. I've never...

I mean, adultery, I mean...
I've never...

- I'm not judging.
- Don't worry.

Closest I ever thought I'd get
to it was reading Tolstoy

in the cottage.

I've always thought it's a bit
too much like hard work.

Adultery, I mean. Not...

Tolstoy.

Easier when your partner's
hardly ever there.

Bat.

Oh, God.

Are bats a good omen
or a bad omen?

I'm not sure.

Don't fuck with them, though.

They're better protected
than the nuclear codes.

Cars are arriving.

Mr Rowntree!
Welcome to Chequers.

I believe it was Lady Thatcher

who said it was impossible
not to fall in love

with this place.

And from your side,
I believe Ramsay MacDonald

was enchanted by it.

There's a splendid
portrait of him

in the National Portrait Gallery
here with his family.

Ramsay MacDonald was not from
my side at all, Home Secretary.

He was a traitor
to the Labour movement.

Still...

who needs him when you've got
Francine Bridge, eh?

Well, quite.

Harry, welcome.

Prime Minister.

Are we coming in,
or do you want us to wait

out in the garden again?

Well, you could do a lot worse.

Come inside, have some tea
before we get started.

Thank you.

This is nice...

- The People's Justice here yet?
- Not yet.

Scott Minett will be arriving
after dinner.

I did try and get you
a ticket for Chequers

but, er, they said you weren't
VIP enough.

Well, I understand you're not
on the main stage either.

Just wait until this time
next year, man.

No one'll even remember
who Harry Rowntree is.

No!

Keep the kid inside!

Scott?

Scott?

Sc...

I'll sit next to Harry Rowntree
at dinner.

I think it should be me.

You?

We're the only two who still
believe in the undying nature

of the class struggle.

Well, it was a sacrifice
on my part, but feel free.

Scott Minett's been involved
in a hit and run.

He's dead.

Harry.

People's Justice has called
for a boycott on talks

till Minett's death
is clarified.

- Clarified? What does that mean?
- Look.

We have to speak to them first.

You can't leave!
There's no time for this.

Harry.

Harry!

Every second
that transformer stays blocked

more lives are lost.

People are dying
because of this blockade.

People are dying
because of your government.

We have a duty to the country,
you and I

to sort this thing out.

Are you gonna use
the Civil Contingencies Act

to keep me here?

Are you gonna throw me in front
of a tribunal if I try to leave?

Are you a dictator now,
Prime Minister?

How do we know that you didn't
have Scott Minett taken out?

Don't be so fucking ridiculous.

This isn't about
the Civil Contingencies Act.

And it's not about
Scott Minett either.

Robert.

It's about you acting like
you're on the bridge

of the Battleship Potemkin

because you can't
control your members.

You're competing
with People's Justice

while hardworking
public servants

battle round the clock
to get the power back on.

So why don't you get back
to your barricade

you posturing idiot, because
I'm coming for you tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, fucking yes.

- Robert.
- And I'm bringing APVs

and bulldozers

so if you do feel like acting
like Tiananmen Square Man

which quite frankly,
I doubt very much

then fucking knock yourself out.

Anna.

Well, that cleared the air.

Fuck him.

Let's get back to London.

Convene COBRA.

I'm taking these bastards
on now.

Breaking news just now.

Reports are coming in that
Scott Minett...

- What do you want?
- Vodka soda.

...has been killed.

Hi, er, two vodka sodas, please.

...targeted deliberately by
two men in a grey Ford Focus.

The police are looking
for both car and drivers

one of whom was described
as either black or Asian.

- The journalist, Manish...
- Hm! No surprise there then.

...was with Minett
at the time of the attack

- but is reportedly...
- Truth hurt, does it, love?

We don't all
know each other, you know.

I know you.

You're a politician!
Bunch of crooks.

- Only in it for themselves.
- What'd he say?

Let's go.

Oi, Dave!

Dave, d'you remember that sign,
"No Blacks, no Irish, no dogs?"

We've only gone and got
a threefer here, mate.

I think you'd better go, mate.

Why do we have to go?

Well, there's no dogs allowed.

♪ No surrender, no surrender ♪

♪ No surrender to the IRA ♪

What's so funny?

Oh, well, apart from
the country going insane

I just buried my dad.

My-my kids won't talk to me
because their mother's

a lying sociopath

and even though
I've done nothing to him

I've got some guy
singing in my face

"No Surrender to the IRA."

What a setting for a wake.

My dad would've loved it here.

It's hilarious.

Let's go.

That's for Scott Minett,
you slags.

- Keep walking.
- I was going to.

We'll set up here.

You OK, mate?

Sure.

What you gonna say?

What I saw.

No, I mean about him, his views.

You know,
put it in some perspective

cos you got close to him

and what with you being,
you know...

diverse yourself...

- Diverse?
- So you can contextualise.

- Rob.
- Yeah?

Shut up.

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

Earlier today I witnessed the
brutal attack on Scott Minett

which was unquestionably
deliberate.

The mood on the streets is...

Rob.

Rob!

Shit...

Get in, get in!

It's gonna kick off big time.

They killed that Scott Minett,
didn't they?

- Who's they?
- Who do you think?

He just got too popular,
didn't he?

I mean, they were never gonna
meet him. It's obvious.

Why would a bunch of people
here in London care about...

People are fed up of everything,
ain't they?

Lying politicians,
no food in the shops.

Maybe we should drop you first.

Or you can come back to mine
for a bit, if you like?

Uh, will you take us
to Kennington, please?

It's gonna be far worse
than last time.

Welcome back, Anna.

If anyone can sort out
this shitshow, it's you.

That is your boyfriend
having dinner with Toni Lulin.

Lulin's business interests
are highly complex.

Some are quite legitimate.

He runs a very successful
fibre-optics company.

Others less so.

The Turkish heroin trade
being the most obvious.

- So Edin could be involved?
- It is a rumour

that Toni Lulin uses an assassin
based in London.

The assassin goes under
the pseudonym of Nico

and is greatly feared.

No. No way.

I don't know.

But I'm definitely
gonna find out.

I need to talk to you,
Mum. Can I come and see you?

No. You need to stay inside.

The situation is really volatile
in London right now.

- Where's Barney?
- Upstairs. Look, I have to...

I want to talk about
what's happening to our family.

You said I can come and see you
at the Pimlico flat any time.

Am I just not important
to you now?

That's really unfair.

Look, please, don't leave
the house tonight, alright?

We're getting reports
of rioting breaking out.

I will try to come home later

but I need to speak
to your dad first.

Alright? I love you. Bye.

We've had reports
of disturbances

from a number of places,
and not just the crisis zones.

Sheer opportunism,
we should round them up

and use Wembley
as a mass detention centre.

Never really lost that
loving feeling for Pinochet

have you, Archie?

A great man
and an honourable soldier.

If I could drag us away from
murderous dictators for a moment

- and back to our current problem.
- Please do.

Anyone who's angry right now
is coming out on the streets

and that is a hell of a lot
of people.

Manchester, Birmingham, London.

The problem is that it's been
a long time

since Northern Ireland.

We used to be a world leader
in handling

serious urban disturbances.

Well, I want troops deployed
on the streets tonight.

I'll authorise the use of CS gas
and baton rounds if necessary.

And if it requires more
than that?

If my men come under
serious attack?

You were unwilling
to make that decision earlier.

We will restore legitimate
authority in the Red Zone.

Clear the roads
for the transformer

and deal robustly with
further rioting in our cities.

No more velvet gloves.

Why did you leave her?

Oh, lots of things.

Values, lifestyle...

aspirations...

Politics.

- So just the small stuff then?
- The kids are all I care about

but she's managed
to make them believe

that I'm responsible
for all the bad things

and there's nothing
I can do about it.

Well, it's obviously
made you very unhappy.

Maybe you should
talk to someone about it.

Ah, people talk too much.

They should, er, bottle it
all up until it gets too much

- and then they should medicate.
- Oh!

Is that still working for you,
is it?

I like you, Fraser.

I like you, too.

First reports of fatalities.

A man was attacked
and beaten to death

trying to protect his shop.

Two dead in flats above shops
that were set on fire.

Can't let this continue.

- Cannot let anarchy prevail.
- I agree.

- Even if this time it means...
- A risk to life.

Hello, this is
the Prime Minister.

Have General Pickering meet me
in the COBRA room please.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You may not have heard me.

This is the fucking
Prime Minister.

Get General Pickering
out of his meeting

and have him meet me
in the COBRA room immediately.

The city's burning.

Hello?

OK, coming now.

- I gotta go.
- Now?

That was the Prime Minister.

He's about to take out
the barricades

to release the transformer.

2-1 in position.

All subjects
are inside the nest.

Allow the deal to proceed, 2-1.

We have an arrest team
on standby.

Think we all can agree
to these terms, right?

Yes.

Everything is in place.

The shipment will be arriving
next week.

Nico will be your
point of contact.

He'll be in touch with you
nearer the time.

2-1 has the eyeball on an

unidentified female
approaching the nest.

Where's my mum?

- You're Tess, right?
- Where's my mum?

- She's not here.
- Erm...

What... Let me go!

I got her. I got her.

- What are you doing?
- Easy. Easy.

No, let me go. Let me go!

No! What are you doing?

The unidentified female

is Anna Marshall's daughter.
Should we go in?

See how this plays out, 2-1.

Trust me.

No!

Help me...

Trust me.

You open the door now.

Come with me.

Gonna be alright.

Come on.

2-1 has the eyeball
on Loverboy. He has the girl.

All other targets
are leaving the nest.

Let them leave, 2-1.

Arrest team incoming
for Loverboy.

Make sure the girl is safe
and we'll get message

to Eleanor James.

We have intelligence
that a far-right group

called National Spirit
has infiltrated the protesters.

They have links to the armed
forces so probably not wise...

Not a moment longer.

I made a promise
to the people in the hospital

that I would turn the lights
back on

and I'm gonna keep
that fucking promise.

Lives have already been lost.
Take that barricade down.

Prepare for rapid advance.

Charlie, Charlie 1,
advance to the blockade.

Go! Go! Go!

Coming through!

HGV barricade is down

but the protesters
have not retreated.

They've been joined by...

The first barricade is cleared

but there are more
protesters approaching.

Yeah, we ain't going nowhere!

Keep it fucking coming!

We are being
overwhelmed by the sheer

number of protestors...

We need to take
control of the situation.

We're pushing
their lines back well.

We have protest fire!

- What the hell was that?
- Phosphorous grenade.

These are military-grade
weapons.

Do I have authorisation
to return fire?

They should retreat.

If they have
grenades, they may have guns.

Robert, listen to me.
We can take stock.

Do I have authorisation?

Anna, tell him.

They're throwing grenades
at British soldiers.

This isn't a protest, Robert,
it's an armed attack.

It's too risky.

I'm authorising you
to return fire.

Colonel, you have authorisation

to defend yourself
with live ammunition.

Send fire team forward.
Rules of engagement apply.

Copy that. Over.

Riflemen forward!

Riflemen forward!

Disperse!

Force will be used!

Rules of engagement!
Rules of engagement!

Yes, sir!

3-1-Alpha,
what are you seeing?

What are you seeing?
Over.

Watch your front!

Open fire!

Sit rep! What's going on?

Cease fire! Cease fire!