All language subtitles for The Capture S02E05

Ms Bello claims the affair
happened four years ago,

while the MP was visiting Nigeria.

Those are the guys I saw
getting into the grey van.

To tell you the truth, I'd rather
avoid this place altogether.

Not easy when half your clients
are in the same building.

Actually, Mr Knox, I
came to ask for your help.

I see.

The mask.

Control to Kilo 1.

Gemma, Operation
Vanguard is compromised.

The seventh floor is down.

Vanguard needs a new home.

You accuse me of sabotage, and...

And now you want my help.

China's going to lose the facial-rec
bid. The US are waiting in line.

We carry the same
burdens. Guilt and regret.

If you want to give
yourself the best chance,

you'll free yourself of them.

In an exclusive interview,

we speak to Victoria Bello
from her home in Lagos.

This isn't about facial rec
this is about me.

- I beg your pardon, Mr Turner?
- I said, I hope you're proud,

forcing my family away from their home.

He looks like you.

- What?
- Victoria Bello's son, Amandi.

I've been looking at him.

What are you talking about?

Free Shaun? As in Shaun Emery?

Your paternity test has come back
negative, you must be delighted.

Why do you think she made those claims?

I understand.

Some people will go to desperate
lengths to jump the queue.

Mr Knox, do we have a match?

Yes.

Nikolai Mirsky.

Hello?

Hello, Isaac.

Room service.

What the fuck is going on?

Isaac, Isaac,

this place is rigged with cameras
please don't do anything silly.

This is nice at least.

Presidential Suite.

Apt.

You, er, you might want
to put some clothes on.

Start... talking.

Yeah, I'm not supposed to do that, mate.

I'm just here to get you.

- To get me?
- £11 for pistachio nuts?

- Are you having a laugh?
- So help me God,

I will throttle you with my bare hands.

I don't care how many
cameras are watching.

What the hell were you doing
outside my door pretending to be me?

What? But... Pretending to...?

I guess they're just, you
know, just trying to get in.

Who? Who? Who's trying to get in?

Look, I need you to know, mate,

I honestly had no idea
this was going to happen.

Aliza, she is completely in
the dark. I only found out

the truth of it myself last night.
I haven't slept a bloody wink.

You know, I would find
it a lot easier to open up

to you if you unclenched your fists

and stopped looking like
you're about to hit me.

It's probably why they
asked me to get you.

People look at me and think I can
handle myself, but the truth is

- I am a bloody coward.
- Rhys, shut up. Shut up.

Just shut up and listen,

cos I won't say this again.

Who are they?

Well...

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The real question here is
did the Home Office knowingly

obstruct Victoria Bello's application?

Daddy!

Yes!

Oh, hello. Hello. I missed you.

Hey.

So, um, it's safe to come back home,

whenever you're ready. There's
no press outside. It's all over.

Are you coming home, Daddy?

Um, well, Daddy has
to go back to London.

But I'll be back as soon as I can. Yeah?

- Go and get your things.
- Come on. Come on.

So, you saw it? The result?

I thought there wasn't
going to be a paternity test.

You said they were going
to fake the results.

It's the right result, Simmy.

What's up?

Well, if she was making it all up,

why did the Home Office
hold back her application?

That's exactly what
I intend to find out.

Right?

Make yourselves at home.

The bottom floor's all yours.

As long as you stay
in your allotted zones,

everybody will get along just fine.

You see the latest video
release of your protegee?

You showed me.

Last night?

I'm talking about this
morning. We got the red flag.

Don't you get updates from Chelten Ham?

Cheltenham.

It's a bit like cereal,
only it's called Free Shaun.

Or I might go more
esoteric, like The Bus Stop.

What are you talking about?

Free Shaun? As in Shaun Emery?

What are you talking about?

Free Shaun? As in Shaun Emery?

She knows she's being watched.

Nothing changes.

We continue as planned.

It's your rodeo now.

Did you obstruct Victoria Bello's
application, Mr Turner?

Is this a crisis for
the Home Office, Mr Turner?

Mr Turner, do you believe the media now?

- No hoodie today, Zac?
- I have every faith

in the Home Secretary.
He has my full support. Thank you.

"Every faith in the Home
Sec"? What are you up to?

- Where is Gill today?
- I'm not his private secretary.

But you are on the server, aren't
you? How are you enjoying policy,

by the way? I only ask cos
you spend most of your time

seemingly checking my numbers.

Which are spiking higher
than ever, by the way.

Congrats on that.

So, what's this?

The old band back together again?

What goes on tour and all that jazz?

Cos I'm in. If you'll have me,
whack out the old...

Rhys, could you...?

I was just asking Aliza why
she's been tracking my stats.

Good question.

What do you expect? I've
always been Team Zac.

To be fair, that is true.
Even when I was fired,

you answered my calls.

- I tried you, it wouldn't go through.
- Yeah. Fucking Vodafone.

But then again, maybe
it was just a decoy

to avoid doing what I actually
asked you to do, which was to dig up

Victoria Bello's paperwork
and check for concerns.

I thought that part of the
story would just... go away.

- The front page news?
- Yeah, in The Guardian.

Everyone else has gone with
"Lying Bitch", essentially.

Anyway, none of it seems
to be doing you any harm.

Aliza, there's going to be an inquiry

and none of us are safe. If
the Home Secretary himself had

a hand in obstructing
Bello's application,

it's going to come out.
So, if you know anything,

Aliza, you need to share it.

I've been calling you all day.

I-I-I've been in Salford, so...

I saw you.

BBC Breakfast.

I assume that was you?

Yes. So, look, I'm just on my way
to see the Home Secretary, so...

On your way to becoming Home
Sec, according to Twitter.

I need to speak to you.

Gregory Knox came through.
The unmasking.

We have a name. Nikolai Mirsky.

Russian ex-military.

I know. We need to get this to SO15.

Except I can't explain how I came by it,

so I suggest it comes from you.

- Me?
- At the time of the attack,

you were Security Minister.

You had clearance to
any number of operations.

All you need to do is say
you can't reveal the source.

I-I-I don't know.

It sounds a bit like
faking evidence to me.

What?

You've taken the footage,
manipulated it,

now you want to hide where it came from.

For use as intelligence, not evidence.

Now you sound like a true believer.

This is a visual on a Russian
state-sanctioned killer.

We need to act.
We're the only ones that have it.

Look, I know we have other battles.

But we can't expose Correction
while we're under attack by

a foreign power. We need
to win this one first.

Khadija heard your recording.

The Home Secretary
discussing Correction.

You mean Khadija Khan, who
interviewed Victoria Bello

and claimed the Home Office
obstructed her application?

Isaac, the deal is still intact.

What deal?

Somebody got to you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Jesus Christ! I'm not recording!

I'm sorry, Detective, but I think
I've given you enough of my time.

You can trust me. Don't lie to me!

You really think I need
to take this shit from you?

You know how I know it
was you... on BBC Breakfast

and not your deep-fake?

You touched your cross.

You run your thumb over the cross on

your neck chain when you're anxious.

- No, I don't.
- It's my job to notice things.

Your deep-fake's never
done that. Only you.

You're all right, Isaac.

Not that kind of
politician, like you said.

Whatever's happened,

whatever they've threatened
you with, I can help you.

We can get through this.

Who was it?! Who got to you?!

Garland? The Home Secretary? Who?

You have a case to
solve. I have a job to do.

Other battles, like you said.

So why don't we just get on
with it and go our separate ways?

- Carey.
- Ma'am.

I thought you'd like to know,
comms are back up.

We're rolling out new units to all ops.

What about the camera network?

Secure. Vanguard has a new base.

Or I could bring the comms to you?

That is... if you're back at work?

- Meet me in an hour.
- Where do you want me, ma'am?

Broadcasting House,
three o'clock, sharp.

Yes, ma'am.

Thanks to the intervention
of our US partners,

Operation Vanguard is now secure.

Vladimir Putin himself
couldn't compromise it.

Although this remains a UK
counterterrorism operation,

inside this building
you are in US territory,

and you will operate in
accordance with US laws,

regulations, and standard
operating procedures.

Our hosts will be on hand at all times

to support us through any,
uh, cultural differences.

Connor here will be
leading a support team

of technical operatives, alongside
someone many of you will be

acquainted with already,
our very own DI Phillips,

who's been on secondment
here for the past six months,

and I'm pleased to say
hasn't picked up the accent.

Um, I know you're all still reeling from

the tragic loss of Detective
Sergeant Patrick Flynn,

Specialist Firearms
Officer Jason McKenna

and Specialist Firearms
Officer Lee Bradbury.

But the way to... honour
our fallen colleagues...

is to catch the scum
that took their lives.

Thank you, sir.

As Commander Hart said...

Is he going to maintain
his stiff upper lip?

I think I see it quivering.

... with a much wider range

of intelligence-gathering
tools at our disposal.

Now, given the urgency,

we've begun analysing existing
data from the operation,

and we've uncovered a
few truffles already.

Danny? Sir?

A long time since you called me that.

I just wanted to say thank you.

That was the team talk we all needed.

It's the last one you'll hear me give.

I stopped by the Commissioner's
office this morning.

- Handed in my 7-28.
- You're resigning?

After Vanguard, I'm out.

Don't worry, Gemma.

I didn't give the real reason.

I'm in the middle of a meeting.
I've got about two minutes.

Did you have to interview her?

I beg your pardon?

Victoria Bello. Was
that really necessary?

Last time I checked,

I'm not required to
justify my editorial choices

to the authorities. We're not
living in a police state yet.

Well, I hope it was worth it. Cos
Isaac Turner is now out of the deal.

What, because of that? Oh, please.

- You do not understand.
- I understand perfectly.

I will call Zac myself,
show the requisite humility.

It's a dance. You'd do
well to learn the steps.

Learn this! I was with
Isaac Turner an hour ago.

He wouldn't even admit we had a deal!

He doesn't trust us,
and that is your fault.

Lower your tone.

I don't let anyone raise
their voice at me off camera.

I am not anyone! You have
fucked it up, Khadija.

For all of us!

I thought we said three o'clock?

I'd rather be early always.

How much did you hear?

Nothing.

I brought your comms.

And I thought you'd want
to know there's a new lead.

Take me to the new base. I'll follow.

After the presentation,

the Home Secretary will
make what he promises will be

a short announcement,

and the Security Minister will
take questions from the press.

Britain's border security
will soon be bolstered

by a digital layer of protection,

provided by a company who
count among their clients

the US Pentagon.

All of us who value the security

and sovereignty of our nation

will value the support of
Clear Horizons AI. Thank you.

Care to make a statement
about Victoria Bello?

Have you spoken to Isaac Turner
today, Home Secretary?

Did anyone at the Home Office obstruct

Victoria Bello's application,
Home Secretary?

This is where the magic happens.

- Tom. What have I missed?
- Lots, by the looks of things.

Well, that's what comes
of skipping the briefings.

We can't hold the class
up just for you, Carey.

I've been on compassionate leave, so...

Be compassionate.

No time for compassion. Not
in the middle of a manhunt.

Who's the target?

A Russian National. Nikolai Mirsky.

We've got every facial-rec
system in the UK looking for him

and every ANPR looking for his van.

Do we, um, do we know the source?

I mean, how did he get on our radar?

You think they'd tell me?

How are you feeling, Rachel?

Ma'am. Just getting up to speed.

I appreciate you coming
back to work so soon,

after the experience you've had.

I'd rather... keep going.

Rest when you're dead.

Can I show you something?

Frank, I felt DCI Carey should be
briefed on the ongoing developments.

Welcome to America.

- Is that...?
- The hospital.

Staff entrance. The night
of DS Flynn's murder.

I thought whoever did this took
over the camera network completely?

This section of the
briefing is sensitive.

Understood.

Every state has its own style
when it comes to subterfuge.

Its own telltale signs.

The Russians, for instance,
very sloppy. Online and off.

They hacked SO15, but it appears
they didn't consider our...

Auxiliary network.

You can access the real footage?

We can recover it

from a covert signal
embedded in the time code.

It's kind of like scratching
the oil paint off a canvas

to reveal the pencil drawing underneath.

Stop me if I'm... getting too technical.

So, de-correction, then?

Eventually we'll recover all
the footage from the attack.

But, for now, our focus, Todd, is this.

Nikolai Mirsky.

I-I thought Isaac Turner's
witness statement said

the killers were wearing face masks.

Like I said, sloppy.

Result.

Intelligence on the suspect is patchy.

Facial rec points us to a
private security firm in Belarus.

Russian black ops, by any other name.

Do we know if the
suspect's still in the UK?

They hacked the feeds at Heathrow
last time, they could do it again.

The manhunt is under way, Rachel.

I'd like you to run something else.

DC Tan is briefed and making progress,

but this requires the leadership
of someone fully conversant.

What does, ma'am?

The criminal case against the suspect.

We need an evidence dossier,

robust enough to put
in front of a judge.

The more evidence we can compile
against Nikolai Mirsky,

the better.

Understood.

You know the way back.

I appreciate the chance
to speak, Home Secretary.

I imagine you can guess
what this is about.

Uh, well, let me see. You told
BBC Breakfast I failed to deliver.

You told reporters I
have your full support.

So, at a push, I'd guess you were
trying to steal my fucking job?

So, I should have said
you don't have my support?

You'll be saying the department
needs a breath of fresh air next.

You're fucking me over, Isaac.

Have the decency to look me in
the eye while you're doing it.

You can hardly blame me
for leaving the department

acutely aware of its shortcomings.

Not to mention our unkept promise
of firm but fair immigration.

Oh, don't quote the manifesto at me.

You weren't even elected
when we wrote that.

After all I've done for you.

Go on.

No, what did you do
for me, Home Secretary?

Take a wild guess.

I mean, I thought I was selected
for government by the PM?

But if you had a hand in making me

Security Minister, Home Secretary...

I'm not talking about
making you a minister.

So, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about that girl.

Victoria Bello?

Unless you have others
that I don't know about?

I told you, that was all lies.

You told me that a few days ago.

That application hit
my desk six months back.

Sorry, hit your desk? Why yours?

Why don't you ask
your private secretary?

Aliza?

She came to you?

Yep. All flummoxed,
convinced it was real,

convinced that love child was yours,

and convinced, as I was, that it
would be the bloody ruin of you.

And then, so you...?

The file found its way
to the bottom of the pile.

Got lost. Drowned in
a sea of bureaucracy.

You're welcome.

So, that's how it's done, is it?

And all that because
you assumed it was true.

Don't be so bloody supercilious.
Are you really that surprised?

No, Home Secretary, I'm
not surprised. In fact,

it's exactly what I thought.

I just needed to hear you say it.

What do you mean? To say what?
What are you talking about?

Don't walk away from me. Don't you...!

What is that?! Are you recording this?!

Are you mad?! Recording the Home
Secretary without his consent!

That is a breach of national security!

I will have you stripped

of every clearance level
there is, you little prick.

It's insurance, Rowan, in
case you try to deny it.

Deny it?! What are you talking about?!

Why are you doing this to me, Isaac?!

It's nothing personal.

Is it possible to embed
a video in time code?

You don't do small talk, do you, Carey?

- How's your day going, Tom?
- Not bad. How's yours?

Good.

Is it possible to embed
a video in time code?

I think you mean a time code
signal in audio, don't you?

Nope. I mean what I said.

Well, then, you're talking bollocks.

That's your technical assessment, is it?

Yep.

I don't suppose it's
possible to recover a signal

from a hacked feed either, is it?

Like scratching the paint off
a canvas to reveal the drawing.

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Ma'am. The suspect's
name was used to rent

a storage unit in Clapham two years ago.
It might be a dead end...

the storage company is
no longer in business,

but do you want me to head
down there and take a look?

- No, you stay here. I'll go.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Hello?
- It's me.

- What phone are you calling from?
- Have you left yet?

Yeah. Just now. I'm right here. Why?

Good. I need you to do something for me.

Look, in the bathroom, there's a laptop.

Hi.

You guarantee they won't print my name?

The clue is in the word anonymous.
Anonymous whistle-blower.

I'm afraid you've caught me on the hoof.

Train was delayed coming
back from my conference,

and now I'm running late
for a dinner engagement.

I always seem to catch you
either coming or going.

Time and tide.

Was that the Home Secretary's
conference? His big announcement?

Er, no. Different one.

They're here, aren't
they? Clear Horizons AI?

- Yes, on the top floor.
- US company, right?

Silicon Valley, of course.

But now they're taking
over the world, so to speak.

You must be delighted.

Your client winning the UK
facial recognition contract.

You mentioned half your
clients were in this building.

I'm assuming that includes them.

We don't get involved with
their commercial operations.

What do you get involved in?

I'm sorry, Detective,
but where's this going?

Surely you can see the problem, Mr Knox.

You belong to an
independent advisory group.

You advised the government against
doing business with a Chinese firm,

whilst in the pocket of their US rivals.

Looks like a conflict
of interests to me.

I assure you, I'm not
in anyone's pocket.

Tell me, what is it
you do here, exactly?

Your website mentions
political consultancy,

data analysis.

Sounds... vague.

I'd be glad to educate you,
Detective, but as I mentioned...

Half the social media
companies on the planet seem

to have an office in this building.
That's a lot of data to analyse.

But as I mentioned, I
don't have all evening.

How did you unmask the suspect
exactly? Nikolai Mirsky?

Well, you supplied the image.
You know which program we used.

Show me the process, the working out.

That involves my technical
team, none of whom are here.

It's after hours.

Did you supply the image to
anyone outside this company?

You were quite clear about that.

See, you haven't actually
answered the question.

Is that something you
teach your politicians?

Am I under suspicion, Detective?

Increasingly.

Well, if you want to arrest me

for a conflict of interest, go ahead.

That won't be the charge.

Suspect vehicle. Golf, X-ray,
six, six, Alpha, Echo Echo.

Pos ID. Coleman Street,
Echo, Charlie, four.

- Vehicle heading north.
- Bring it up. Let's see it.

Deploy armed units to the vicinity.
Prepare for tactical response.

The murder of Edison Yao and the
attempt on your life were designed

to send Isaac Turner
into police protection,

to keep him out of the public
eye. That's when this began.

- What began?
- The onslaught of

disinformation and lies

that led us to believe we
were under attack from China,

that ended with UK facial
recognition being handed to America.

You have completely lost me.

I don't believe you.

I'm not continuing this
conversation until I have a lawyer.

What is it you don't want me
to see on that laptop, Mr Knox?

What?

You've been glancing at it
like a schoolboy who forgot

- to delete his search history.
- This is ridiculous.

I can produce a warrant

to seize every computer in
this building within 20 minutes.

I'm afraid I've kept my dinner

- companions waiting...
- But at this point, failure

- to cooperate will force my hand.
- I employ corporate lawyers,

but not criminal ones, so I'd like
time to arrange representation.

Take one more step, and I will
have no option but to arrest.

Gregory Knox, I am arresting you
for obstructing a police officer

in the execution of their
duty. You do not have to say...

Where the fuck are you going?!

Do not make me add resisting
arrest to the list of charges!

Do not move.

Kilo 3 to all units.
Request urgent backup...

All clear, all clear.

I hope you don't think of me
too unfavourably, Detective.

I'm not a violent person.

I've certainly never laid a
finger on a woman, as they say.

Present company excepted, of course.

Point is, I share the widely
held public-facing belief

that violence towards
women is abhorrent.

I say public-facing because
online it's a different picture.

You poll 100 university students...

"Is violence towards
women ever justified?"

You'll get 100 emphatic noes.

But look at their Twitter feeds...

you'll find 10% to 15% have,

at some point or another,
sent death threats to women.

Just one of the countless
incidences of data providing

a clearer look at human
behaviour than humans themselves.

Ugh!

Suspect vehicle, check.
A501, Moorgate, north.

Lima Unit. Two minutes.
A501, City Road, south.

Mike Unit. Two minutes. A5201, east.

Copy that.

Just like old times.

Gregory Knox, I am arresting
you for conspiracy to murder,

perverting the course of
justice, grievous bodily harm,

assaulting a police officer
and resisting arrest.

Suspect vehicle turning west.
Ropemaker Street. Out of range.

Oh, no, stay on him!

Repeat, out of range. Blind spot, 50m.

I want every border
feed where I can see it.

And I want every armed unit in
London deployed to that vicinity.

Agh!

What is this?

If I were you, Detective Carey...

I'd run.

Where's your phone?

Where's your phone? Where is it?!

Ugh!

This terminal is not in service.

Doors opening.

This terminal is not in service.

Proceed to car H, to the left rear.

Doors opening.

Shots fired. Shots fired.
Target down. Target down.

Shots fired. Threat neutralised.

Target down. Repeat. Target down.

"Nothing to see here," says Rowan Gill.

But an anonymous Home
Office whistle-blower claims

Gill had direct involvement
in the interference

of British passport applications,

including that of Victoria Bello's.

So, can he cling on and
endure another scandal?

Or is the Home Secretary
losing his grip?

Thank you.

Rhys, shut up. Shut up. And listen!
Because I won't say this again.

Who are they?

Well,

you know our... consultants.

- Our c...
- What, Gregory's lot? Truro?

I mean, we did consider
several alternatives.

As I recall, you were the one
who made the final decision.

We hired them a year ago.
What's the problem with them?

Not to be pedantic, but we
didn't hire them, did we?

They offered their services for free.

Which, now I think about it,
should've raised some alarm bells.

I thought they just crunched
data and helped us reach voters?

It's more the way they do it.

I mean, it's bloody clever.
They are the dons of data.

You can't blame yourself for
wanting to work with them.

Truro Analytics?

They're the ones who've been
trying to destroy me? All this time?

They, er, haven't been
trying to destroy you, mate.

Well, what the fuck
have they been doing?

You really ought to get dressed.

They, er, want to show you something.

I'm supposed to take you down,

er, stairs. Sorry, that was...

Why? What the fuck's downstairs?

As I understand it,

some sort of conference.

Esteemed friends, honourable colleagues,

it is my privilege to
present to you this morning

the very latest developments
from the digital frontier,

where big data and politics intersect.

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allowing us to track the activity

of approximately half

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The songs they listen
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the food they order when they're lonely,

triggers that make them happy, angry,

depressed or suicidal.

Billions upon billions of data points,

feeding one extraordinary,
ever-refining algorithm

that is demonstrably

the most successful predictor
of human behaviour to date.

But you know that.

What you may not know is

how Truro's algorithm is at work

on the art of political electioneering.

Meet Alfonsi Guruli.

A political candidate
in need of a campaign.

Last summer, inspired by
a wave of optimism across

Georgia's burgeoning democracy,

Alfonsi decided to run
for Mayor of Tbilisi,

the capital city.

The candidate had no
experience or media training.

Just the kind of challenge
we were looking for.

- What the fuck is this?
- Sh!

So far, Alfonsi had sought to
promote himself as a family man,

a down-to-earth local

who understood the hopes
and dreams of the electorate.

Yet his poll ratings refused to rise.

At Truro, we set our algorithm a goal...

to turn Alfonsi's fortunes around.

An alternative portrait
of Alfonsi emerged.

Perhaps the squeaky-clean
candidate wasn't clean after all.

His opponents attacked.

Guruli must face the
public and explain himself.

Finally, the mayoral
hopeful had an audience.

A chance to get his message across.

Alfonsi's supporters were baffled.

Alfonsi's supporters were baffled.

But the algorithm had
seen what they couldn't.

Online, the data revealed
a different Tbilisi.

Here was a city at war

divided over a number of burning issues.

Looking deeper, data revealed

exactly which issues
caused most concern,

which news stories literally
kept the locals awake at night.

The silent majority

had suddenly been spoken for.

"The real people of
Tbilisi" began to trend,

spawning a movement, a base.

Alfonsi! Alfonsi!

Alfonsi was a rising star
of the populist right.

Or so it seemed.

Alfonsi Guruli.

Scores of people
appeared on social media,

insisting he had always been

a strong advocate of gay rights.

The Alfonsi Guruli
they knew was no bigot.

A new narrative began to take shape.

Alfonsi was a savvy politician,

playing the orthodox right for votes.

And the real real people
of Tbilisi knew that.

Truro's AI had created
a political campaign

for a polarised world...

in which every different
sub-section of the electorate

is sold a version of the
candidate they can vote for.

Today, Alfonsi is Mayor of Tbilisi,

elected with 65% of the vote.

Perhaps next time we meet,

Truro's algorithm

will have decided
the fate of a British MP.

Or even PM.

So, what, that's supposed
to be me? I'm an Alfonso?

Alfonsi. Al...

You made me an advocate
of racial profiling.

Yeah, I'm sorry about
that. It's the algorithm.

Every action suggested by the algorithm

moves you one step closer
to where you want to be.

Where do you want to be, Isaac?

I don't need a program
to figure that one out.

What ambitious politician
doesn't want the top job?

I can only imagine the impact you'll
make when you finally get there.

But, goodness, I'm
getting ahead of myself.

The road to Number 10
is long. Years of work.

We need to be patient.
Do as the algorithm says,

step by step, heart to heart,

- and we'll get there in the end.
- You're mad.

Look at where it's got you already.

A critical stage in your
journey is within your grasp.

Home sec, baby.

You actually... you
actually believe this shit?

You think that data witchcraft can
decide who runs the Home Office?

It can decide who runs the country.

Consider Home Secretary
your gruelling audition.

Fuck this.

After everything you've put
me through. And my family...

I should be ramming your
head through that wall.

And yet you're not.

Your popularity is on the rise, Isaac.

While poor Rowan Gill's...

Well, there's work to be done.
Your trusty spad will fill you in.

Sorry, what, you expect me
to collude in this fuckery?

I-I thought you didn't need me anyway?

- You built your own version of me.
- Who, Digi-Zac?

I've enjoyed working with him,

but I'm thrilled you're
ready to take over.

The hell makes you think
I'm going to do that?

Why, the algorithm, of course.

The algorithm sees the
world in all its complexity.

The algorithm understands you, me,

and every segment of our society

better than we understand ourselves.

And it predicts, Isaac
Turner, that you will comply

with this campaign just as
soon as it brings you success.

For with success comes power.

And with power...

You can do all the good
you've ever dreamt of.

Cars are outside when you're ready.

Catch some shuteye on the way back.

We need you fresh-faced for the press.

I didn't say anything.

What?

I didn't say yes.

You didn't say no.

- Hello?
- What ya watching?

Home Sec looking silly?

All seems to have gone
rather well, don't you think?

So...

What do you say? You in?

Yes.

Wonderful.

I'll be in touch first thing.
Sleep well, Isaac Turner.

It's been a long, discombobulating day.

But everything's falling
perfectly into place.

Every little thing.

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