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"Redback" is the code name

for a major terror attack on British soil.

Alexander Kutiev was bugged.

This was in his flat.

I will throw the bottle. Everyone will die.

Evacuate the building.

Don't open the doors!

- Did you apply for Glen's job? - No.

What are you two talking about?

Adam is going to give the Scots their referendum.

Comms got a flag from Rieper Hansen, in Denmark.

The head of Cybersecurity's gone AWOL.

He's disappeared

and stolen a process for the creation of biofuels.

- Where's Torben? - Who the hell are you?

- Get off! - IC, one male.

Assumed armed with nerve agent. It's the bastard who killed Glen.

He almost beat her to death.

Think it might've been a play?

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

I'm not doing it.

If this terror attack Kutiev has warned us goes ahead,

you'll wish to God you had.

Torben?

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Get off!

Where is he?

I don't know!

Where is he?

On the fucking floor!

Come on. Radio check.

One IC, one female in and out of consciousness.

Ambulance called. You let that go on too long.

Is she gonna live?

Yes.

HEADQUARTERS

Katrine Poulsen's condition is listed as "stable".

No new information on Torben Jensen.

Our number one priority is to find this guy,

a man capable of causing carnage with chemical weapons

and almost beating a woman to death.

- Thirty seconds. - Have the cash ready.

He's our link.

He wants to find Torben as much as we do.

So if we find him, we find Torben.

We find him, we've got Glen's killer.

We find him, we get Redback.

So find him.

- Lose the hat, Sherlock. - Yes, ma'am.

Forty-three seconds.

She's not as myopic as people think.

Only a fool would bet against her.

Check with the other desk,

make sure they're not seeing on the target's photo.

A man who can get a nerve agent doesn't just arrive on thin air.

Sure.

William. I apologise for keeping you waiting.

- Prime Minister. - I'm afraid I have a few minutes.

I'll go straight to the point.

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

that you should cancel the referendum.

Yes, I won't be doing that.

Meeting over.

Prime Minister, we're in a new game.

We didn't devise the rules.

Russia did.

What makes you think you can win?

The polls.

The polls.

Forget the polls.

They take no account for what you're up against.

Russia is adept at undermining and controlling small states.

Creating one in Scotland would be a coup

and they would do everything in their power

to get the result that they want.

Well.

I have every confidence

that your department is more than capable of handling it.

I'm so sorry, I do have to go.

Forty-three seconds, bang on.

Never gamble on an Ogilvy when pride's on the line.

- Declan was in on it? - Of course.

What's up?

I'm going to interview Katrine Poulsen again.

After what happened, she might be more cooperative.

Did William say anything to you about

Glen's replacement?

That's what you're thinking about right now?

- The job's yours. - Don't.

I believe I'll convince Scotland

that going in alone is not in their best interest.

How are you going to do that?

I'll knock on every door if I have to.

You're gonna go and knock on every door?

Because if not, your no lies approach just started with a big one.

If you don't vamoose,

the Israelis are gonna go home very pissed.

- I'm going. - I need a favor.

If I have to stop walking, I think Nikki would implode.

Holly wants to see me.

Shit.

Can I talk you out of it?

No.

Nikki's got a flat she never goes to, because we work her so hard.

I don't want any of my team.

This has to be off-off books.

The DPS will go bat-shit crazy.

You're not Margaret Thatcher.

The PM can't go walkabout without security.

- Keys. - Thanks.

Thanks. Fine.

Yes, I'm going.

Hi, Leanne.

I have a private meeting this afternoon.

I need to organise new security.

I read that report into William Ogilvy's daughter.

Can you find out if she's available?

Great, thanks.

Thanks.

You need to answer some questions.

How long were you watching me getting beaten up?

Police on the scene said you let it go too long.

He was trying to get information that we needed.

How many more times?

I don't know where Torben is.

Do you know that I'm pregnant?

Why didn't you say?

How is it?

The baby?

Piss off.

Look the man who attacked you knew where to find you.

OK? We can keep you and the baby safe.

Yeah.

You really have my best interests at heart.

Where are you going?

Torben?

She doesn't leave this room.

What, you lost him?

Now we have nothing!

Get changed. You're coming with me.

Are you okay?

I'm bringing Poulsen in.

We both know you can't arrest me.

If you wanna help the case, just stay here.

...every floor, every outdoor space, ambulance bays, car parks.

Get a warrant. Whatever it takes!

I wanna know where Torben went.

- How's Marcus? - He's getting his nose reset.

He's gonna bitch about this for weeks.

So, Katrine.

How did Torben know where to find her?

Are they in contact?

I'll interview her again.

Here. Prime Minister's secretary called.

- Needs you on a job. - I'm busy.

William okayed it.

God.

I'll handle our Danish friend.

Just let her stew for a while. Impatience is her weak spot.

Beatrice...

Your mentor.

His Civil Honor. He'd want you to have it.

Spare me.

Yeah?

Just heard back from the data vampires downstairs.

They went eight levels deep on the Torben account.

This was in a Cayman account for 35 seconds and then it was gone.

Do we still think the man at the hospital was Torben?

Looks like him, but it wasn't.

Say Poulsen made a mistake.

So, why'd he run?

Caught sight of Beatrice, perhaps.

He wouldn't be the first man to run a mile.

That's a joke.

I spoke to her earlier today.

She still doesn't know.

Know what?

About Glen's job.

Well, she soon will.

Could you have Marcus step in?

Marcus is still at the hospital.

So, who's that?

So, you're telling me that I can't walk back?

Can't let you through without your pass.

I work here, mate.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Miss Poulsen.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but Mr. Ogilvy will see you now.

We'll have all four nations' cameras pointed at us.

If he doesn't share a platform with me,

then how's that gonna look?

Either we're united in this "no campaign",

or he's putting his personal views above his party.

Find out when he can meet because this needs sorting.

Thanks, Leanne.

I'm out of commission for the next hour.

Emergencies only.

No, I'll be back for that. See you later.

Thank you for agreeing to this.

Well, it's my father you should thank.

I don't know what this is.

You'll give a speech for him tonight?

- It was supposed to be Glen. - Whitelaw.

His idea. Mark my father's 30 years in the service.

Well, he's a remarkable man.

Yes. When they broke the mould, they made him.

Do you know what you're going to say?

Working with your father.

Do you worry it puts a strain on your relationship?

Well, I figured I'd see more of him if I went into the service.

And having a

powerful, strong-minded man for your father...

Is that a help?

Or a hindrance?

May I ask where this is going, Prime Minister?

Up a blind alley, clearly.

I'm sorry. As you were.

My father treats everyone according to merit.

No help. No hindrance.

What can we expect in there?

It's a private meeting. Just me and one other.

- Male? Female? - A woman, yes.

The flat's owned by one of our political advisers.

And no one knows you're coming here?

Until a couple of hours ago, neither did I.

You wait here.

My meeting's already arrived.

Don't scare her.

Copy that.

- All clear? - Yes.

All clear. Bring him in.

I don't mind.

No, I couldn't. It's a public building.

I didn't think you'd care about rules.

I obey all the rules that are insignificant.

It's good karma for the ones I break.

Care to tell me what you were doing running rampant in my back yard?

There wasn't much back and forth between our agencies, so I...

I thought I might force the issue.

Well, actually, I was on the phone to your boss.

We go back a long way. He's very fond of you, by the way.

He's expecting me to put you on a plane back to Denmark.

Yet, here we are.

What did you discover in the Torben files?

That he took me for a fool.

Might have been that.

The person we're interested in is the one who assaulted you yesterday.

I didn't see his name in the files.

Well, would you like to give it to me and I'll put it in?

I'm offering you a way out, you appreciate that.

A way out of what?

Torben father of...

He's a wannabe arms dealer,

which means you're either a shit spy or you're in on it.

Which is it?

You buried your little sister.

Who was more like a daughter to you.

You've been overlooked at work.

You have more red flags than a Moscow parade.

It was Torben who pulled me out of the fog

after my sister died.

So him and, and this,

they are the most hope that I've had in years.

If he used me, then I want to rip his heart out.

Well, that's why you're not on the plane home.

No.

The reason is that your people,

they have nothing.

So, right now, I'm your best bet at finding Torben.

So, let's stop this messing around, shall we?

Very good.

I'm gonna enjoy watching you.

Goodbye, Miss Poulsen.

It's been my absolute pleasure.

See you around.

- Code blue. - What are you doing?

Stand still! On your knees! Drop onto your hands!

- Get on the floor now! - Code blue.

Do it now!

Clear the area.

- Get him out. - What's happening?

Just do what she says.

Lie flat on the ground.

Quickly now.

Shit!

We'll get you back to Downing Street.

- Well, who are you? - I'm a photographer.

What, press?

I was sent an email telling me where.

Who sent the email?

It was anonymous.

You thought to break in

past the PM's security detail and no one would mind?

I was just told it would make my career.

It'll get you ten years in jail. Hope it was worth it.

The photo's already been uploaded to the cloud.

How about I upload you to the cloud?

It's an absolute shit show. I want you to get on this.

Gross invasion of privacy. Not in the national interest.

Go on.

I told you the DPS would lose their shit.

You cannot just sack off your armed guards.

I wanted privacy.

You'll have double the guard next time you go to the toilet.

- You've made your point. - And well done, you.

He says you threatened to kill him.

We have a photo of the PM with a code name scrawled across it.

- Redback. - He was a pap, not a fucking killer.

I couldn't see what he was pointing at the PM.

He's lucky I didn't take him out.

The TV crew is waiting for you.

I was led to believe you were reliable.

No. Don't you dare try and put this on us.

His main selling point is his honesty,

which the tabloids are now questioning, thanks to you.

For taking a secret detail to meet your bit on the side,

maybe questions should be asked.

Get rid of her.

Now.

Look,

my team were handpicked. I can vouch for them with my life.

The PM's location was leaked and it wasn't us.

I mean, the guy had a key, for God's sake.

Your dad was right about you.

Sorry?

I had you on a short list of one

for Glen Whitelaw's job, but your father...

he told me you weren't up to it.

- He... - Now you can go.

Well, Jonathan, I can confirm that after a fruitful conversation,

we've worked out a schedule

whereby the leader of the opposition and I

will take turns going up to Scotland

to convince people that a no-vote is the right vote.

And, yes, there will be crossovers where we both appear on stage.

After all, this is beyond party politics.

The state of the Union is paramount.

Prime Minister, when will you tell us who the mystery woman is?

Well, Jonathan, we're here today to talk about the referendum.

The people have a right to know.

This is the single biggest issue facing the United Kingdom...

How does your wife feel about this situation?

I think the statement that both political parties

are making by appearing on stage at the same time

sends a very clear message to the people of Scotland.

We want you in the UK.

The photographer's info came from spoofed email addresses

saying the PM would be with a woman at such and such a place.

And the combination to a lock box.

No digital fingerprints on the email.

There's no doubt about it. The sender's an expert.

You think this is linked to Redback?

If it is, I'm not seeing the play.

So, what do you want me to do next?

Hey?

Well, you're the boss, right?

- Congrats, Levi. - Yes, top one.

So, William told you?

Found him!

Berlin just emailed.

- Right. - Oleg Adamov.

Worked for the GRU. Hardly any paperwork.

Kabul market, 1996.

And Leppo Airport, 1999.

Paris, 2017. He was there.

Zagreb post office, '05. Jesus!

All right, this guy is a serious player.

Let's get that picture circulated. I want eyes on the street.

My money's on him still being in London, okay?

Let's bring him in.

If that's alright with you.

Sure.

Comrade Adamov,

so nice to see you.

Gavril.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

I'm sorry.

Look, we always knew this might happen.

That poor girl lost her mum a month ago.

And she's come to you for support.

That's exactly why I'm trying to keep her name out of the press.

Yes, but

eventually you're going to have to tell them.

That's who you are.

That's why you were elected.

You tell the truth.

And...

And if you do tell them that Holly's your daughter,

I think we all need to be sure that she is

your daughter.

A DNA test will prove it.

Unequivocally.

Okay.

But if we do do it, I don't wanna lie to her.

We need to have her consent.

So get it.

The name's Bond.

James Bond.

Yeah, more like Octo-pussy.

A bit overdressed for the late shift, mate.

- You're not coming to the knees-up? - No.

And neither are you.

What?

I'm sorry, Cinderella,

but the likes of you and me, we're never invited to the ball.

Forty-nine known acquaintances of Oleg Adamov,

so get your dialling finger out.

Wait. Seriously?

Then why did Beatrice tell me to hire a tux?

Hey, it's funny.

But I look the fucking business.

Right.

She wants updates every hour.

Hi.

Hi.

I saw your press conference.

Yes.

As train wrecks go, that was

one of the best.

I won't mind if you wanna tell them about me.

From the photo, I don't

think you can be identified.

That's good, I suppose.

When you're ready,

we'll tell them who you really are.

Okay.

But if we do that,

the press will treat you like public property.

I can handle it.

We all say that till it happens.

When they come at you, they're like a wolf pack.

They'll pick your private life to bits.

Your mum's, too.

I don't think we had anything to hide, Mum and me.

The thing is

I don't wanna put you through it,

if there's any doubt.

What do you mean?

I mean, if we're gonna go public.

If?

Then...

we need to know for certain.

Know what?

That I'm

really your father.

But you are.

Mum told me.

Look, I know this is hard,

but we just have to know for certain.

So...

A DNA test

would let us know where we stand.

You don't want this, do you?

No, it's not that.

Your mum told me there was

a one-in-three chance.

What do you mean, one-in-three?

That you could be

someone else's besides... besides me.

She never told me that.

Anyway, it's just best if there's no doubt.

You wouldn't need to worry about any of the...

You know, the cost or the hassle. We'd take care of everything.

I've got to go.

"A one-in-three chance?"

Did you really think that was a good idea?

A one-in-three chance?

Good God Almighty, Adam!

Are we gonna have a problem?

You're my boss because our boss sees some game in that choice.

When my granddad came to London,

the B&Bs had these signs.

"No blacks, no Irish, no dogs."

He'd bark for a full house.

If the only way I get this job

is through anti-nepotism bullshit, I'll take it.

Well, he's counting on that.

Look,

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

I'm not giving it up.

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

Maybe that's his play.

Look...

Life gets complicated, so

when it's simple, I hang onto it, yeah?

I get to tell you what to do,

you get to do it.

Any problems arising from that fact will get dealt with.

I've got a photo of my dad,

right, when he was about seven years old,

and he's holding a jam jar.

Inside he's caught

a wasp and a bee.

The look on his face.

Jane Austen said that all men are surrounded

by a neighbourhood of voluntary spies.

Well, that was certainly my life growing up.

A neighbourhood of spies at the breakfast table.

And the grandest of them all was my father.

William Ogilvy, as you all know, is a legend.

In fact, he's a man of many legends.

Tonight was organised by our friend Glen.

Taken too soon.

Glen often used to say

that what makes Dad such a brilliant spy

is his ability to be all things to all people.

To many of you he's a leader, a friend,

a boss,

pretty tough if needs be.

To me he is a father.

And a teacher.

I wouldn't be who I am, if it weren't for him.

I wouldn't be where I am, if it weren't for you.

Great men affect lives.

They affect worlds.

They affect change.

They're the earthquakes beneath our feet.

My father continues to affect me on a daily basis.

I give you William Ogilvy.

William Ogilvy.

Quite the speech.

Yeah, it did have a few more jokes in it,

but when it came to it, I didn't feel...

You always said I got further on my looks than my sense of humour.

Did I?

I thought I said that about your mother.

She knew how to hold a silence, as well.

Just the right amount of time.

Before she said what was on her mind.

You talked the Home Secretary out of giving me Glen's job.

There it is.

I'm good enough to organise this shindig,

but not for the Service?

We live in precarious times.

I backed Levi for sound reasons.

The fact you're complaining about it rather proves my point.

We have a critical terrorist threat.

The fate of the Union is in our hands.

I trust you know what to do.

Now you're trying to butter us up as the new boss.

- Cheers, lads. - Congratulations, mate.

Yeah.

Tops.

A wasp and a bee are trapped in a jam jar, yes?

Which one would win?

I don't know. A wasp and a bee are trapped in a jam jar.

Which one would win?

It isn't a joke, mate.

You're telling me.

Fuck.

Pull yourself together.

I met your father today.

I see where you get your charm and ethics.

Everybody's talking about you.

Who would work for their own father if promotion wasn't guaranteed?

Is this your best play?

Just trying to rile me.

How did that make you feel?

That your own dad didn't think that you were up to it.

Look, I've had a pretty shitty day, so shall we just get on with it?

You've heard of hyoscine?

Yeah.

You know, you are good.

You never drop it, do you? Not for a second.

Which means you could be telling the truth.

High praise.

Either you are the heartbroken girlfriend

searching for her terrorist boyfriend who she had no clue about

or you're in on it.

Allied to the man who beat you up.

Well, he nearly fucking killed me.

And you let that happen, not me.

Tell me where to find Oleg Adamov.

Who?

The man who attacked you,

who killed my friend.

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

How about I inject you with this

and then we find out for sure?

Scared the mask will slip?

No, I'm...

I'm just wondering what it will do to my baby.

Look, if you're telling the truth,

I will share everything that we have on Torben and Adamov.

And we'll find them together.

Okay.

Do it.

What the fuck? What are you doing?

Your father, he wouldn't have hesitated.

In our line of work, trusting people costs lives.

You and me, we're not there yet.

No, but we want the same things for different reasons.

But we want the same things.

Your father had a chance to put me on a plane, but he didn't.

And surely you can trust him?

What shall we drink too?

To the friendship of nations.

And to the peaceful skies above our heads.

And to the peaceful skies above our heads.

Red spider.

Red spider.

Where are you up to with Redback?

Find whoever is trying to buy the BF100 process,

and then we've got a trail to Adamov.

I was so sorry to hear about your mum.

We've intercepted chatter

about a credible threat to your Prime Minister.

This man here.

And he used the word "Redback."

- What? - You heard it before?

I'm not your fucking mate, Cornwell!

I'm coming for you!

Can we talk about this?

Not right now, no. We can talk this through with Irene.

What is Redback? It's some kind of terror threat, isn't it?

We don't know.

I lost my boy.

I'm sorry.

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