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When powerful men
set themselves against the truth...

they must be stopped.

Your former boss,

his stated aim was to achieve
permanent unrest in Europe.

I love the English.

Always pointing at everyone else.
Their finger dripping with blood.

Can we get down to business?

Business. Yes.

Red spider.

Redspider.

Redback. The female's bite is deadly.

She also indulges
in sexual cannibalism.

Alex.

What does it mean?

You're retiring.

Next month.

Look at this.

Four bedrooms.

Snooker room in the basement.
Heated pool.

You could sign off on this
before you quit.

From now on
everything goes through Beatrice.

What does Redback mean?

You want to know?

Call the estate agent. Make an offer.

You got here before us.

So?

So, if you'd taken even the most
basic counter-surveillance measures,

you'd have arrived late.

You think I don't know
if I'm being tailed?

Twenty-seven years
in the fucking KGB.

You're slack.

And as your intelligence declines,
your entitlement soars.

Redback is the code name

for a major terror attack
on British soil.

- Now you're ready to deal.
- Who are we talking about? When?

Rieper Hansen.
Major Danish multinational.

I've heard of Rieper Hansen.

They're building a nuclear power
station for the Scottish Government.

Alex, it's built.

- Opens this week.
- What's the connection with Redback?

I don't know.

You don't know?

The name came up.
You get more when I get my house.

And you better be quick.

And if you think
this is just about the house,

I need another handler.

Well, he must have something
if he's demanding a house.

- Perhaps.
- I played that wrong.

Alexander is a narcissist.

We all are.

He just needs
to be made to feel special.

But never let him forget
who's in charge.

Look at his hands.

Man down. Tull Lane.

Lone actor. CBRN threat.

Operationally capable.
Seal the area now.

This was block 17.

I will throw the bottle.

Everyone will die.

I doubt you want to die.

I doubt you have a gun.

But you are not sure.

Fuck!

Glen?

Beatrice, Code blue.

Get everyone out of here.

Evacuate the building.

Don't open the doors.

Don't open the doors.

Evacuate!

Glen, open the doors!

Glen!

Glen!

It's poisonous. Clear the building.

What are you waiting for?
Everybody, move! Now!

As you see behind me here,
the shopping center,

where yesterday's attack took place,
remains closed.

We have news
that people admitted to hospital

with breathing difficulties
have now been released...

Hi.

...but no further news

on the identities
of the two fatalities.

Shouldn't you be out there?

Probably.

And now we go live to Downing Street

where the Prime Minister
is about to make a statement.

I think that's your cue.

I don't think
they'll start without me.

Over here, if you would.

Good morning, everybody.

So, what have you got?

Alexander Kutiev was bugged.

The pathologist found an AU32
in the lining of his jacket.

So, whoever killed him knows what we
know which is pretty much fuck all.

Danish conglomerate
and something called Redback.

This was in his flat.

And either this is the newspaper
Mr. Kutiev was reading

when he got the communiqué

or this is a terror attack
on our Prime Minister.

Alex Kutiev
was not a man who played games.

If he called a meeting,
he had something to impart.

So why are we reduced
to this conjecture?

Beatrice?

Well, whatever he had
he was using it as leverage.

For what?

He wanted a better house.

He wanted a better house.
What a bastard.

A man who imperiled his life
for this country

and here we are
for the sake of a few quid,

with our heads up our arses,

waiting for some monumental
goatfuck to kick off!

And we are stronger than ever

in our determination
to defeat terrorism.

We will never allow violence
to change our values.

- Prime Minister?
- Yes. Jonathan?

Given messages of support

for the attack
from Scottish Nationalist Extremists,

can you discount their involvement?

We live in volatile times.
I'm not discounting anything.

What will the ramifications be
about Scotland in the referendum?

Was it a terrorist attack?

As some of you know

that the DG has ordered
that no one from this department

attend Glen's funeral.

He asked me
to say a few words instead.

But,

I can hear
Glen's voice now saying,

"What are you doing? Get on with it.

Get on with the job."

So, no eulogies.

You are now Team Redback.

You discuss this operation
with no one outside this enclave.

Your mission is to find out

what Alexander Kutiev meant
by Redback

and to prevent it.

And to hunt down

and bring to justice

the man who killed our friend.

We honor Glen Whitelaw

with our actions.

What do we have, Beatrice?

Glen and Alexander Kutiev

were killed from inhalation
of the VX nerve agent.

We're mapping the chemical trace.

And the assailant?

Nothing yet,
but we'll be on it round the clock.

Well, we do know that he's not new
to this from the CCTV footage, so

Find the Redback trail,
find the killer.

Thank you.

Hi, honey.

Hi!

It smells good.

Thanks.

Hey?

What about the wine bar?

I already told you.

The power plant has to work in

two days.
I need to authorize the codes.

You work all the time.
We never see each other.

Maybe wine is not
the best idea right now.

Fine.

Katrine.

- What?
- We talked about it.

Hey...

Here.

Come on. Eat.

- I'm trying.
- Do you trust me?

Torben Jensen.

User identification nummer?

Six, nine,

four, two, eight, three.

Welcome to Riber Hansen.

- Wait, don't come in.
- I have you dinner...

Just put it there.

- Torben?
- Just let me finish.

Torben?

William.

Levi.

You wanted to speak to me?

White to move, made in three.

I haven't played in years.

When I was 12 a Russian grandmaster
came to our school.

Mikhail Botvinnik.
Former World Champion.

Played 50 of the best
young English chess players.

Played us simultaneously.

Blindfold.

That puts you in check.

Called out the moves.

Board 11 knight, king's bishop three.

Board 42, rook take pawn, C6.

Check!

Won 49, lost one.

Did you apply for Glen's job?

No.

- I just assumed...
- You assumed it'd go to Beatrice.

Yeah.

Well, it might,
but it shouldn't be a shoo-in.

Well, I'll put my name in.

Don't hang about.

Were you the one
who beat the grandmaster?

Yeah.

Queen's sacrifice
won me the game.

You've called Torben Jensen.
Leave a message.

Hi, honey, it's me.

I need my morning coffee.

I can't start my day without it,
so...

Bye.

Hi, Peter.

Hi, Katrine here.

Is Torben with you?

Could you ask him to call me
if you see him?

Thanks.

His computer?

Yes, it's here.

Yes.

There's a girl here...

We're on. We're going to Denmark.

- When?
- Now.

Comms got a flag
from Rieper Hansen in Denmark.

Their head of Cyber Security's
gone AWOL.

Something to do
with that Scottish power station?

Well, that was why we got the flag,
but there's more.

This guy, Torben Jensen.

- Head of Cyber...
- Yeah.

He's disappeared and stolen a process
for the creation of biofuels.

BF 100.

It's cheap, easy to manufacture
and extremely dangerous.

Redback?

Could be the information
Alexander Kutiev withheld.

So, I've set up a meeting
with Peter Corg

who's Rieper Hansen's
Copenhagen's CEO.

So, if you take that.

I'm gonna be parlaying
with Torben Jensen's girlfriend.

- Do you think she's involved?
- Yeah.

I think she's absolutely involved.

She's Danish Secret Service.
I've requisitioned her file.

Could be tricky, Secret Service.

Danish Secret Service.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Can I come in?
- Sure.

- Hi.
- Hi, Mikkel.

What are you doing here?

I need Torben's work computer.

Where is it?

It's up here.

CO Riber Hansen.

Something happened to Torben?

I don't know.

- What's going on?
- I don't know, sorry.

What's going on?

The codes, Torben worked on,

his boss is worried
they have been compromised.

If anyone touches that computer,
the security system picks it up.

They would have noticed
issues with the codes.

Peter? I'm here with Katrine
Poulsen. The computer is here.

It's closed down.

He's asking who closed it down?

Torben did.

Good. She says it's Torben.

Peter, let's meet at the station.
I'll bring the computer.

Okay, bye.

The station?

Yeah.

I'd like you to come
to the police station.

I can't. Torben is gone.

They're looking for him.
They need your help.

Peter said the codes were ok.

It's not only about the codes.

- Come on.
- Okay.

Katrine Poulsen.

Eight years on the job.

Fluent in five languages.

Her younger sister died last year.

Looks like Poulsen
pretty much brought her up.

Can you show me cafes close
to Copenhagen central police station?

Does this ever work?

It always works.

Beatrice Ogilvy.

For Katrine Poulsen?

I spoke to you from the airport.

We're really wasting time here.

I mean, treating me as a suspect.
That's insane.

My partner, he's missing.

I should be looking for him.

And you
should be looking for him, too.

If you walk now,
the police will arrest you.

How did Torben
seem to you last night?

He seemed
very much the same as always.

Please.

It must have been a shock
finding him gone.

Establish a bond.
Understand. But don't dominate.

You're gonna do the whole manual?

Look, Torben had access
to highly sensitive research,

including the BF 100 process.

Yeah, but I've never heard
of a BF anything.

Well, it was downloaded to his phone.

Now, as head of Cyber Security,

he's the only member of staff
who could have done that.

Me and Torben, we have a rule.
We don't talk about work.

Thanks.

Excuse me?
There are lumps floating around.

My coffee is lumpy.

Could I get a new one?

What are you doing? Give me a new
one! How fucking hard can... Sorry.

Why am I being treated as a suspect?

I wrote a list of Torben's friends
for the police.

Very helpful.

It would have been a lot more helpful
if you just told them where he is.

OK. Seriously?

You expect me to believe that you
don't talk about work?

I mean,
the resentment you must feel.

You should be promoted by now,
shouldn't you?

One pay rise in six years.

And then suddenly Torben mentions
this process that's worth millions.

You joke about stealing it,
selling it.

It's funny at first and Torben
plays along. Who would buy it?

A rival company maybe.

But here's the thing. It's more
than a process. It's a weapon.

Its ingredients are easily accessed
and it's incredibly powerful.

And, now, Katrine,
in our line of work,

we know people
who'll pay a lot of money for this.

And we know how to contact them
and we know how to cover our tracks.

But Torben,
he's the only person I know

who's never stolen a thing
in his life.

Thanks.

What the fuck is that?

Okay, take it easy.

Honestly?

My god...

Is this why Torben dumped you?

Your shocking temper.

You must have been
a lot of fun to live with.

This is a category 1
terrorism offence.

OK? It carries a minimum of 35 years.

If you cooperate now,
we can turn this round.

Thanks.

I've changed my mind.

Whoopsie.

I thought you were starving.

Hi.

I'm satisfied that Miss Poulsen
had nothing to do

with the IP theft on Rieper Hansen.

- I'll pass it on.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry about your boss.

What?

Glen Whitelaw.

It wasn't your fault.

Bitch.

Think she's nothing to do with it?

She's up to her neck in it.

If we put a trace on her,
she'll lead us straight to Torben.

How did you get on at Rieper Hansen?

His boss seemed genuinely shocked.

"Torben Jensen would never steal.
Somebody must be threatening him."

Well, did he say who?

Couldn't come up with a single name.

Sculpting with smoke.

That's how Glen
used to describe the job.

Three hours before the next flight.

Well, I know a good cafe.

Had a chat with the boss today.

Yeah? About what?

Chess.

We had a right old chinwag.

Him and Glen used to play for money.

They'd hustle all the old boys
in Holland Park.

You see, that's what
he should have talked about.

This whole "no eulogies" thing, it's
a bit harsh.

Glen kept us together.

Katrine's left the police station.

And we're tracking her.

Looks like she's going home.

She's gonna know she's been hacked.

Yeah, 'course she does,
but does she ditch her phone?

Makes her look guilty if she does.

But if she knows she's been hacked
and doesn't ditch her phone,

is she trying to manipulate us?

Head fuck.

Yes, it is.

Even on a day like this,

they have to make it
about the Scottish Nationalists.

Well, it's a problem of your
own making, but easily solved.

Make good on my promise.

Exactly. Let the Scots
have their referendum.

It'll be over in two weeks,
then we get on with what's important.

Two weeks.

I don't know. Two, three weeks.

You did promise agile government,
accelerated legislation.

The polls are excellent. Do it now.

What a surprise. You're still up.

Good do?

Hellish.

What are you two talking about?

Well, I can wait.

Adam is going to give the Scots their
referendum.

What? When?

It's not 100 percent.

No, it is 100 percent.

I know that look.

- What happened to plan B?
- Plan B?

Adam resigns and lets someone

who didn't make the second worse
promise of all time take over.

My God.

Plan B was a joke.

What about the Scots?

The Scots. They had their chance.

You know, if you lose,
there's a special circle in hell,

just for you and David Cameron?

I made a promise.

But, Adam, don't you think with the
upheaval of the last couple of years,

that people just deserve
a little bit of stability?

Yes.

And this will give it to them.

I'm not gonna take the easy way out.

No.

You never do.

Declan, man.

Did that turn into an all-nighter?

Yeah.

I thought you might need.

Cheers, bro.

It feels strange.
Glen's usually first in.

Yeah.

You could talk to Glen.

Did you?

Ever, like, talk to him?

No. Not talk.

- But you felt you could.
- Yeah.

What's happening?

Katrine's still in Copenhagen,
but she's on the move.

She's been busy.

Coffee machine still ain't working.

Couldn't get hold of Maintenance.

Now, this came in ten minutes ago.

An ATM in Harwich and that's Torben
Jensen's debit card being used.

Torben's in the house.

Well, his card is.
Have you got any clearer images?

Not yet, no. I have looked.

But this guy didn't take cash out.
He just checked his balance.

He's waiting on his biofuels wonga.

But why isn't his account frozen?

In case he do be stupid enough
to talk into a bank.

And looking at this, he might be.

If he's in Harwich,
he's taken a ferry.

Didn't come via Copenhagen.
I checked.

Drove to Hamburg, Rotterdam.
Took a ferry from there?

For you.

Where's yours?

I had one. I drank it.

Thanks, Marcus.

Where's mine?

You snooze, you lose.

Mate, I ain't snoozing,
I'm right here. Where's my coffee?

Mate, you snooze, you lose.

Just make sure you're not licking the
wrong arse, yeah?

Right, so, what did Poulsen do
all night?

I mean, if she's creating
this dumped girlfriend legend,

she's being pretty thorough, right?
She went to 17 different addresses.

Now, I have pulled deets
on the people she saw

and they're all connected
to Torben Jensen.

Work colleagues, university friends.
This is chess clubs dweebs.

Good work.

And... You're gonna like this.

An hour ago,
she booked a flight to London.

- Switch to video.
- Yeah.

She is coming for you.

I very much hope so.

When I first ran for Parliament
nine years ago,

trust in politicians
was at its lowest in 100 years.

I told people, "If you vote for me,
I will always be honest."

Now, there will be times
when what I say won't be popular,

but it will always be the truth.

Part of being honest is making
promises and then keeping them.

Before the last election,

I promised the people of Scotland
a referendum on independence.

Today, I stand before you
to make good on that promise.

I will be campaigning vigorously

to persuade people
north of the border...

Come.

...that their security,
their prosperity and their future...

Seen this?

...is brighter

- from within the United Kingdom.
- Yeah.

Got this from across the river.
St. Thomas Aquinas College in Wukari.

A hundred and sixty-three people
incinerated in 30 seconds.

Daesh?

Nigerian police finally published
the results of their investigation.

Sent it to the Home Secretary,
as well, helpfully.

Turns out it wasn't a bomb.

It was a biofuels attack.

Yeah. So...

Now we have Zac Clark
asking about biofuels as a weapon.

Wants a progress report every six
hours.

Which he'll never read.

Nonetheless, I need you
to redouble your efforts.

Has Poulsen landed?

Katrine ordered an Uber.

She's on her way
to 181a Chasewell Road.

Home to Torben's ex-wife,
Bryony Macfour.

Right, have we got access
to Macfour's phone and laptop?

Yes. Cleared.

Link up and image. Patch it through.

Declan, get a couple
of SFOs down there.

If she incriminates herself,
I want her in custody.

But tell them discretion, alright?
We don't want her spooked.

Can you get it up on the main screen?

It's up.

Alright, what am I looking at here?

That's coming
from Katrine Poulsen's phone.

- Can you crank up the vol?
- Yeah.

Marcus!

Sorry, sorry.

- What are you doing?
- Where's Torben?

Can you stop that?

Where is Torben?

Torben isn't here. Hey!

When did he last contact you?

SFOs are on the way.

- I don't know. A year ago?
- You're lying.

You think I don't check his phone?
He called you last week.

OK, but he's not here now.
I'm phoning the police.

What did you talk about?

Nothing. We chatted.
We had a relationship before you...

Shit. Take the phone
out of your pocket.

- And patch through to Bryony's phone?
- I'm on it.

Come on, come on.

There you go.

- You think I give a shit about that?
- Slightly better.

- Just tell me what you talked about.
- We talked about you.

- About me?
- You're a nightmare.

That's bullshit.

- Are you buying this?
- The nightmare part, yeah.

Torben, he fucked up
and I'm gonna end up in jail,

so can you please just tell me
what the hell did you talk about?

Who the hell are you?

Holy shit! Who's that?

Stop!

God!

Get off!

- Alright. SFOs, outside now.
- Whoa, whoa.

Help!

OK, stand by, SFO.

What the...

You asked for a boyfriend betray you.

And where are you going? Make a move
and I'll chop your fucking spine up.

- Got radio contact with that team?
- Yes.

- Tell them to get in there!
- No.

This is bullshit.
And I make a call when I'm in charge.

No.

- Beatrice!
- She'll tell him.

- No.
- Where is he?

- He's gonna kill her.
- Wait!

- No. Declan...
- Wait.

Where is he? Where is he?

Shit. Right. Give me.

Go. Class 7. IC 1, male,
assumed armed with nerve agent.

Where is he?

Affirmative. Class 7.
I'm authorising it.

It's the bastard who killed Glen.

Get on the floor!
On the fucking floor!

- Come in.
- Have we got him?

From Ops, radio check.

Foxtrot, Bravo here.
One IC, one female safe.

One IC, one female in and out
of consciousness. Ambulance called.

IC, one male?

Negative. Went out of the building.

Shit!

You let that go on too long.

- Well, is she gonna live?
- Yes.

So, deal with your own shit.

What the...

Marcus, find out which hospital
they take Poulsen to.

Tell 'em we need regular updates.

This is bullshit!

Where's she even gone?

Her dad's.

Ooh, that smells good.

What'll you have?

That's fine.

Le Rouge?

Tiger tears tonight.

Thought we'd try something oriental.
How does that sound?

Sounds lovely.

Glad you could make it.

Close shave with the VX assassins
is what I'm hearing.

Are we gonna talk about anything
other than work tonight?

Of course. First rule...

Don't bring it home.

"Don't bring it home." Exactly.

So, Glen discovered the Czech special
police had some success with...

hyoscine.

And he brought it tome, actually,

and we thought, well, why not?

Hyoscine?

Hyoscine, scopolamine.
It's the same thing.

This is the summer of 1979,
Warrenpoint, 18 paras blown to bits,

Mountbatten murdered,
feelings running high.

We had this IRA quartermaster,
tied up at a barn.

Tough bugger,
die for the cause type.

Three days we had him in there.
Three days. Not a dickie bird.

One dose of hyoscine,
can't get the bugger to shut up.

Set the bloody Provos back years.

Tell me about this Danish girl.

Katrine.

Secret Service?

And she's connected
to this fellow that killed Glen?

He almost beat her to death.

Is that a connection?

But you think
it might have been a play?

Which hospital is she in?

Royal Draycot.

I'll call Dr. Hassan.
See how she reacts to hyoscine.

She'll probably react by dying!

Nonsense.

You know, the side effects
are seizures and heart attacks.

Small price, Beatrice.

I'm not doing it.

If this terror attack Kutiev
warned us about goes ahead,

you'll wish to God you had.

Brace yourself.

- Can it wait till tomorrow?
- Could do.

Well, obviously,
I've got to know now.

A poll taken
after the referendum announcement

shows a surge
in support for independence.

How much?

Up from 42 to 49.

They need 55. We're still ahead.

Well, it could backfire.

The unfairness
of the 55 percent ruling

is the main reason people gave
for changing their minds.

Well, I haven't started
my campaign yet.

Torben?

Our number one priority
is to find this guy.

A man capable of causing carnage
with chemical weapons.

It's my opinion
that rather than risking the union,

you should cancel the referendum.

Torben?

She doesn't leave this room.

We both know
that you can't arrest me.

If you wanna help the case,
just stay here.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

- Holly wants to see me.
- Shit.

This has to be off-off books.

- What are you doing?
- On your knees! Drop onto your hands!

Get on the floor! Do it now!

Everybody said
I'd never make it to this level.

So, get on board
or put in for a transfer.

- Hi.
- Hi.

We have a critical terrorist threat.

The fate of the union
is in our hands.

I don't care whether you trust me
or not 'cause I know the truth.

How about I inject you with this
and then we find out for sure?

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