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-Previously: - The DNA checks out.

He was the man in the raft. - And-and were you able to find

any link to anyone named Moses? - No, but he worked in aviation.

- Was this one of the people that was trying

to get into the cockpit? - Yes.

- A ruling of pilot suicide would completely eliminate

the aircraft manufacturer's liability.

- So who are you working for, Ms. Freeh? MI5...

or Windsor Aeronautics? - That's no stink bomb

you put in the back of his car. - What do you mean?

Kendra! Move away from the car!

- Apparently it was Malley's son,

but we've got our own man out looking for him.

(sirens blaring)

(sirens blaring)

- What have we got? - Male, 18. Head trauma.

Multiple abrasions. B.P. 145 over 92.

- Let's get a central line.

- Driver says he dove in front of his car.

(muffled chattering)

- A.J.! A.J.?

Is he going to be okay? - He was clipped by a car.

No broken bones but there are signs of concussion.

I've ordered a CT scan to check for brain hemorrhaging.

Can we step away for a moment?

- Yeah. Sure.

Sure.

- We have to consider that this may have been a suicide attempt.

- No. - The paramedic said

A.J. jumped in front of a car. The majority of suicide attempts

are tied to mental illness. I have to ask:

Is there a family history?

- Yeah. His, ah, his father... schi.... schizophrenic.

- And your son: any behaviours consistent with his father?

- He's been behaving a bit erratically recently.

Paranoid.

He was on the phone with me earlier;

he said that somebody was after him.

- After the CT scan,

I'd be remiss if I didn't send A.J. on to the psych ward

for evaluation. - You really think

that's necessary? - I do.

- Okay.

(sighs)

- Spoke to the responding officer.

There's no CCTV where he was hit.

He's going to be okay, Kendra.

- What's going on here?

- You've suffered a shock. I'm giving you a mild sedative.

- It's okay. I'm here. - You suffered a shock. - No, you don't understand.

- Sh! Sh! Stop. - Get away from me.

I saw them. I saw them.

On my computer.

- Saw who, sweetheart?

(musical theme)

(cellphone ringing)

Hi, Howard.

- How is he? - [Doctors are doing CT scans]

and checking for brain hemorrhaging. - Oh, dear God...

I'm so sorry. Please take all the time you need.

[We-we can move someone from your team to take charge.]

- Look, I, ah, I-I just need to see how A.J. fares and...

- Now, I know this is hard, but you'll need to step away.

- Meaning? - [Well, your son planted]

[an explosive device in Bartok's car.]

It will no doubt lead to criminal charges.

- Well, there must be some kind of explanation for it, Howard.

- [Well, perhaps, but you must see that it will]

damage the credibility of this investigation.

- I'm sorry, Howard.

- In the meantime,

keep well, soldier.

[Take care of your son.]

- Thanks.

- Stay.

Stay as long as you need. - No, it's okay. Go.

Go solve this thing.

(cellphone vibrating) - Did you find it?

- I searched the car. It's not in there.

- CCTV shows him coming out of the tube with his backpack

5 minutes before you found him. He must have dropped it

somewhere close, so keep looking.

- How long do we have to recover the black boxes?

- My algorithm estimates 18 hours

before the wreckage sinks to the bottom of the trench.

- And any luck with Hoffman?

- Ah, per BGA's personnel files, he was consulting

on a routine upgrade. - No social media presence?

- No. As far as we know, he never made

any Twitter posts or Facebook posts of any kind.

- He likes gaming, though.

His username is Hoffmaster69.

- I don't see how that's going to help us.

- Hi, everyone. By now, you've all heard about Kendra.

A sad turn of events, indeed.

But we promised her that we'd push forward

and, in that spirit, Levi will take her place.

Please, brief the team.

- Right.

Given all the information we have,

our investigation will focus on Captain Richard Donovan,

who planned it and trained for it on a simulator.

- I have one problem with your theory.

Where did the hole in the side of the plane come from?

- We're still looking into whether Donovan

could have committed sabotage from the cockpit,

or the avionics bay. - You don't have an explanation?

- Not yet. But, the point is, Donovan's state of mind--

- Guessing at a man's state of mind is not evidence.

- But, in order to believe that Captain Donovan

was not responsible, you'd have to believe

that his last words to his wife,

"Maybe you'll get your wish and I'll die," a coincidence.

The flight simulator in his lock-up...

A coincidence? And look at this.

This was sent by a passenger to a relative.

That is First Officer Arthur Delaney

and Flight Attendant Leah Sims trying to get into the cockpit

moments before the transponder goes out,

just as Madelyn Strong...

...described. - Captain Donovan,

can you let me in? Open up.

- Donovan had, indeed, locked the crew out.

The only conclusion that makes sense

is that Captain Richard Donovan

committed a deliberate act of mass murder.

- ...amphetamine, calcium blockers,

beta blockers. So far, all negative.

The puncture is unusual, but without evidence

of a foreign substance, we can't conclude foul play.

- Wait. You said before that, uh, you gave Madelyn

something to stabilize her heart rhythm, right?

- Hm. Amiodarone. Why?

- Could that induce heart failure?

- Well, I suppose, in a large enough dose.

- Test for that. Please.

- There you are.

- What are you doing here? - Getting bandaged

after our little scrape with death last night.

What? You're surprised I use the NHS?

I support public health.

How's your boy?

- It's too soon to tell. - Hm.

- Are you, uh...

You going to press charges against him?

- This is the second time your son has attacked me.

- I know. It's... it's been a very difficult year for him.

- He lost his father. It wasn't for him,

we'd both be dead. And besides, this?

Nothing compared to Sokutsk.

- What's Sokutsk?

- It's the town where I came up as an aerospace engineer

manufacturing commercial aircraft.

I was, uh, conducting an engine test.

There was an explosion. - You look all right to me.

- Oh. When I take my shirt off, you will be quite appalled.

- So, um, if you're not here

to press charges against him, why are you here?

- Like you said:

my reputation can use a little rehabilitation.

Now, my team has been trying

to arrange the dive for the black boxes,

but your side keeps putting up a wall. - Yeah... Howard removed me

from the investigation. - Removed you? Why?

- My son's attack on you is seen as an embarrassment.

- You English are embarrassed by almost everything.

Well, perhaps I should send the submersible down myself?

- You can't do that. TSIB has to control

the chain of evidence otherwise the results will be invalid.

- I see. Well, then,

I will leave it up to you to find a way.

(sighs)

- You think Daniel Hoffman has something to do with the crash?

I'd be dead if it weren't for him!

- Did you notice what he was doing during the flight?

- He was on his laptop the whole time.

Uh... I...

I can't remember exactly what he was doing.

- Did he ever leave his seat? Approach the cockpit?

- Stop there, sir. - What's this?

Why are they suddenly here? - Ali...

- Do you remember that thing I wasn't at liberty to discuss?

Madelyn, this is going to be hard for you to hear...

but I don't think your father died of a heart attack.

- I don't have it yet.

- [Find it fast. And whoever comes looking for it,]

[take them out. But no kills.] - Okay.

- Kendra! - A.J.!

- Mom? - It's okay.

It's okay. I'm here, darling. It's okay.

Are you okay? - Huh.

Did you find the video?

- What? - Kendra has nothing.

She'll have to go along. - Where did you hear that?

- In the video.

I sent it.

- You... you made that video?

- They're going to kill me.

- Who's going to kill you? - There's more about it on the laptop.

It's in the cemetery.

Between the woods. You need to go get it.

- You just stay here, okay? - Okay.

- Kendra? - [Dom!]

[I think someone tried to attack A.J.]

- What? Why? - [The video of Janet.]

A.J. made it. He's the one who hacked my email.

- Jesus. - [There's another recording.]

- Well, what's on it? - I don't know. A.J. says

he left it at Charlton Cemetery. I'm making my way there now.

- Well, I'm coming with you. - [No, no.]

I need you to come back to London Central Hospital.

Just stay with A.J. - Kendra, I--

- Please, Dom. I have to go.

- I love you too.

♪♪♪

(muffled screaming)

♪♪♪

I have to remember.

- Stop stressing yourself, Maddy.

You told them everything. - No, maybe I didn't.

Memories don't just leave your brain when you forget.

Sometimes the right trigger can bring them back.

- Right, I get that.

But this guy's telling us your father was murdered

and you were the real target. It's completely insane.

- Is it? - Don't do this to yourself.

- It's just killing me that the last few times

I spoke with my dad all we did was fight.

He died saving my life, Ali.

- Between the woods, between the woods.

-Thanks. I appreciate it.

-So, do they know

how our call was recorded? Hm?

-Apparently, it was Kendra Malley's son.

The little shit gained access to her webcam.

The police are looking for him, but we'll find him first.

-Use a different man this time. -It's fine. He made sure

that his face wasn't seen on any cameras.

I made sure that the CCTV was turned off

in Madelyn's room. -He didn't finish the job!

-He will. I'll make sure of it.

What?

You don't approve?

What?

You don't approve?

- Hey, A.J. I'm Dom.

I work with your mum. She asked me to come by.

How you feeling? - Been better.

- I bet.

Look, your mum said that someone tried to attack you.

Did you get a look at him?

- He's kinda tall.

He's black and muscular.

- Is that him?

- Yeah, that's him.

- Thanks, A.J. You did good.

(cellphone vibrating)

(muffled exclamation) [Kendra?]

[Kendra, are you alright? Can you hear me? Kendra!]

(cellphone vibrating) - Yes?

- What do you want me to do? - Did she see anything?

- Probably. - Make it look

like a mugging gone wrong.

And for Christ sakes, burn the bloody computer!

(honking)

- Kendra! Hey, hey, wake up, wake up.

(coughing) That's it, just breathe.

Breathe, breathe. (mumbling)

What? - Moreau...

- Moreau? - Moreau's in on it.

- Hi, A.J.

- Aunt Gillian?

What are you doing here?

- Your mom told me you were in trouble.

- I made a mistake, yeah.

- We'll get through it, okay?

We'll deal with the consequences--

- Why didn't you tell me about my father?

- What do you mean?

- I thought it was my fault.

- C'mon, A.J. Let's go.

C'mon. It's going to be a great weekend.

- I don't want to go.

- Look, we're family.

- You gonna let go of me?

I made him mad.

- We're going! - Man, leave me alone!

I'm sick of your shit all the time!

What's wrong with you? - Just leave him.

Let him stay. It's okay. - I should've gone with them.

- I'll talk to your dad, okay?

It'll be fine.

Hey, we do love you. You do know that, right?

♪♪♪

- You told me it was an accident.

You and Kendra both did.

- I'm sorry we weren't truthful, A.J.

- Why weren't you?

- My God... This attacker...

He took the laptop with him? - Yes, Howard,

but I-I know what I saw. Moreau and Janet conspiring.

Threatening A.J. - Are you certain?

- For Christ's sakes, Howard, a man just tried to kill Kendra!

- Without the video...

I mean, if we took this to the police,

Moreau would throw an army of lawyers at us and...

No, no, no; we need more. - Like what?

- This all started when they tried to have Madelyn killed.

Now, why would they do that unless she witnessed something?

Howard, we need to hear what happened on that flight.

We need to get hold of the black boxes.

- You're right. I've been pursuing the Royal Navy. They've agreed

to divert the HMS Albion.

There's an unmanned submersible on board.

- How far out? - 12 hours. 14, tops.

- That's barely enough time but it's possible.

Thanks, Howard.

- Let's nail the bastard.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- The movie stopped. They all did.

There was a computer glitch or something,

just a few minutes before everything went bonkers.

- Maybe you should just rest. - No, Ali, stop!

Stop trying to protect me.

There are more than 200 people dead

and I'm here, I'm alive. I'm the only one.

Don't you find that crazy?

- I find it miraculous.

- I survived for a reason.

- Gillian!

How is he? - MRI's done.

There's no hemorrhaging. - Oh, thank God.

- He knows about Gavin. - You told him?

- He overheard some things you said.

- Hey... - Did you get it?

Did you get my computer?

- About your dad-- - I just want to say

that I never meant for it to go that far. Right?

- Yeah, I'm-I'm just relieved that you're okay, sweetheart.

But promise me you will never do anything like that again, okay?

- I won't.

- How did you even know to break into that MI5 lady's computer?

- I didn't break into her computer.

I sent a Trojan to one of your email groups.

The only guy that clicked it

was someone named Howard Lawson.

- Well done, soldier. - You don't approve?

- Why?

(indistinct mumbling) What happened?

Kendra?

- What did you tell them?

- That the navy is coming

to save the day.

♪♪♪

- All right. All right, thanks, mate.

My source at the Royal Navy says the HMS Albion isn't anywhere

near the coordinates. - Of course it isn't.

Howard's in on it.

- Well, by the time they realize that no ship is coming,

the fuselage will be at the bottom of the trench.

And the evidence in the black boxes will be gone.

- Well, you've finally done something right. - How dare you.

- Your computer was infected, Howard.

That's how he recorded us.

Because you clicked on the bloody attachment.

- How could he do that to us?

That day when...

when he came to see me,

he knew that I was vulnerable. - I need you.

- That I'd be easy to manipulate.

- You knew what was at stake when you signed on to this.

- I did not sign on for murder.

- You said she'd be compliant.

You said that you could control her.

You failed. It's all on you, Howard.

- Kendra is not your sacrificial lamb.

You do anything with her again

and I will expose the entire damn charade,

so help me God!

- I made the wrong decision and now I've put my...

I've put my son's life in danger.

- No. Kendra, you saved him.

Just like you saved him a year ago.

And Howard may have manipulated you

in the beginning, but you made a choice to come back.

We wouldn't have found Madelyn without you.

Come on,

we can still do this. We can solve this thing.

But we need you to do it.

(sighs) - What's happening here?

- I think we might have found something; a defect

in the forward R2 switch. - Which means?

- Right. Under certain circumstances,

a faulty switch could cause the cargo hatch motor

to activate on its own.

So, if there was a-a power surge at 35,000 feet,

the cargo hatch pries open mid-air and...

Pfff! Boom.

- Could Donovan have triggered that from here,

in the avionics bay? - I mean, it's hard to see how.

- We're concluding pilot suicide, so let's find a connection, please.

- Levi, come on.

There's a solid metal bulkhead between avionics and cargo.

Donovan would've had no way to get there and,

what's more, he didn't need to to crash the plane.

- Theo, our job is to come up with the best possible theory

given the evidence available. - Yeah, that's right.

Not the other way around.

The theory can't drive the evidence.

(cellphone ringing)

Sorry, everybody. Excuse me.

- Of course.

- Hey, Dom,

I was just about to call you. Uh, yeah,

the-the email I forwarded you?

It's from a researcher at King's College.

Says he wants to talk about Hoffman.

You want me to go where?

- Are these really necessary?

- Moreau knows what took down Flight 716

and he's enlisted Janet and Howard to cover it up.

- And now that A.J. and I saw them conspiring,

they're after us as well, so, yeah,

they're necessary. - It's crazy but it explains

why they're so eager to close out the investigation.

- Why would Howard do something like this?

- We had an acronym back in counter-intelligence: MICE.

Money, Ideology, Coercion, Ego. Take your pick.

- It's definitely not money. - Then why?

- Ego? - Is Levi a part of it?

Think that's why Howard put him in charge?

Look, we should go to the police.

- We can't, we don't have enough evidence.

And if Janet's involved, then who else

in the law enforcement can we trust?

We have to find those black boxes.

- With what? Howard was lying about the navy ship

and we can't use Bartok's submersible.

- Maybe we can.

-My understanding is that the TSIB

has moved their focus away from mechanical factors.

-In other words, Mr. Moreau, you're saying there's nothing wrong with your aircraft.

If that's the case, was the pilot at fault?

-I have full confidence in the TSIB investigators,

whatever they conclude. And, might I add:

British Global Air has never, and will never,

compromise on safety. - Moreau,

you world-class bullshitter. (cellphone ringing)

Hello? - [Hi, it's Kendra.]

How would you like a chance to repair that reputation of yours?

- I'm listening.

- Well done, Levi.

When do I get to look at the full report?

- Well, two weeks should be enough time. - Well, I promised the Ministry

that we'd be done by the end of this week.

- Why so soon? - Well,

because the case has gone on long enough.

We need a clean resolution.

- What if we can't match the hole in the fuselage

to the pilot suicide theory? Do we still issue the report?

- I don't see why not. - If Donovan wanted

his aircraft to disappear in the trench,

he'd have no need for explosive decompression.

- Donovan was a very disturbed individual.

I doubt if we'll ever know

what was going on in his mind.

So, let's not draw attention to it in the report, all right?

- Understood. - Excellent work.

- Sir.

(door closes)

- So, this academic just contacted us out of the blue?

- Yeah. He says he used to work with Daniel Hoffman at BGA.

- Right. Who else knows we're here?

- Just Dom. - Good. Just hope

he isn't wasting our time, eh?

-I ran into Hoffman...

at Heathrow a few weeks back. We decided

to meet for a coffee after he returned from New York.

But when he stopped responding to my texts,

I figured he must've been one of the passengers on 716.

- So, uh, you worked with him for BGA?

- Yes.

Hoff was brilliant, but a bit eccentric.

- He was your friend? - We were friendly.

To be honest, I think Hoff's only true friends

were his online gaming buddies.

- So, um, what kind of work did you do for the airline?

- Oh, we were safety consultants.

Part of various Red Teams

that tested for aircraft vulnerabilities.

- What kind of vulnerabilities? - Many things.

I was on one team, he was on another.

The teams never discussed details,

so as not to bias our results.

But I do know Hoffman's specialty

was systems integration software.

- So are you saying that he was,

uh, test-hacking the onboard systems?

- I don't know for certain, but I do remember

Hoff had numerous disagreements with management.

- Such as?

- He was adamant

that the vulnerabilities were real.

Management thought that his concerns were overstated.

- And who won? - I don't know.

I left before the disputes were settled.

One more thing I need to add:

uh, he said when he returned to England,

he'd be doing lectures on airline security.

Said he had something huge planned.

- Well, anything specific?

- No. I was going to ask him more about it over coffee,

but I suppose that'll never happen now.

- Look, uh, thank you very much for your time. No, it's okay.

We'll see ourselves out. - Oh.

- Aircraft systems operate independently from each other

precisely to guard against the possibility of hacking.

- Yes. That said, 950's are all fly-by-wire.

There's more integrated systems than any other aircraft

in history. I mean, a hacker would need insane expertise,

but in theory... - How coincidental is it:

Hoffman ends up on a BGA flight that crashes

after being a thorn in their side for years?

- A little too coincidental.

- Have we searched Hoffman's residence?

- That would have been Janet's purview.

- Wait, wait, wait. Dom's closer.

Let me get him onto it. - Okay.

- Thanks, Doctor.

- Find anything at Hoffman's flat?

- No. Janet beat me there. - Right. So we've got nothing.

- Not quite.

That was Derek Strong's pathologist.

He died of something called Amiodarone.

It's what they gave Madelyn to stabilize her heart.

An overdose of Amiodarone causes heart failure.

- So Madelyn was the true target.

- The orderly would have been using a drug that was already

in her system -- less cause for alarm.

- Except Derek got in the way. Have you seen the test results?

- It's official. Madelyn's father was poisoned.

- Your aunt told me what you said about your dad.

- How bad was he?

- No, A.J., your dad...

he was a wonderful man.

He was kind, honest...

And he really loved you.

Now, he-he had an illness and...

Sometimes he just...

He refused to take his medicine.

And when he used to yell at you for no reason,

that wasn't him talking, that was the disease.

That day when...

when he drove off the road...

He didn't take his medication and if...

I told him to take it, but he just refused.

When he sped towards the guardrail...

...I knew he wasn't going to stop.

I'm sorry, A.J. I was just...

I was just too afraid to tell you.

- Well...

I knew something was wrong;

the way he acted.

The way-- the way you acted

after the accident.

Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

- Do you think I have it, too?

- I don't know.

But if you- if you did, I'd help you.

Okay?

♪♪♪

- It's on.

- The conclusion will be official

in a few days. Everything's been taken care of.

- Good. I had a chat with our mutual friend.

I need to know that the Malley issue

is under control, Howard. - Oh, oh, dear God.

- What the hell is he doing here?

Shit!

- It's good to see you, Mr. Lawson.

Ready?

I am Pavel Bartok...

the chairman of Bartok International.

I am here to announce that I have agreed

to lend my deep-water submersible

to the Flight 716 investigation. As we speak, it is diving down

into the Atlantic to retrieve the black boxes.

Some on the internet are alleging...

- [Approaching one-five-zero.] - [Be advised]

[depth is one-five-zero metres.]

- [Deep Rover, Topside, copy one.]

- Is this what I think it is? - Yeah.

- However, to avoid any doubt,

I have relinquished total control

of my submersible to TSIB,

thus ensuring chain of custody

remains unadulterated from beginning to end.

-[So far, so good.]

-[Good tracking at this time.]

[Permission to proceed to bottom.]

-[Proceeding to target.] - This was, in fact,

Mr. Lawson's idea. You know, my sub,

normally it lays fiber-optic cables

across the ocean floor, but...

he convinced me

that the technology could serve a far greater purpose:

bringing closure

to the families of Flight 716.

- Any comment, Mr. Lawson?

- Well, I hope it works.

- You knew about this, didn't you?

- [Visibility is better than expected.]

- Don't you want to know what really happened?

(indistinct radio chatter)

-[HP-02, 2700 psi.]

[LBO-2, 1-1-0...] (cellphone vibrating)

- Hello? - [I did as you asked.]

How did you know he would go along?

- Ego. Howard would never lose face in front of a camera.

- Good luck with the dive.

-[Target on sonar, bearing one-eight-zero.]

- [Bulkheads: two-five-zero. Repeat: two-five-zero.]

(indistinct radio chatter)

- [Depth approaching niner-eight-zero.]

[Target estimated one-five-zero range.]

[Target on sonar bearing one-seven-zero.]

- [Approaching target visual range.]

[Depth is one-three-zero-zero. All systems functional.]

- [Copy three-five-five. Repeat: copy three-five-five.]

(indistinct radio chatter)

- [Approaching target. Two-zero meters.]

(indistinct radio chatter) - [Topside...]

I hope you're seeing this.

- [Standing by for sonar.]

- [Fuselage is largely intact.]

-[Target sonar reading...] - There's a hole.

Maddy was right. - Mm-hm.

-[Floating target bearing one-seven-zero.]

♪♪♪

- [Moving in to get the black boxes now.]

♪♪♪

- That's Hassan Esmaili.

- Bloody Iranian Mossad agent.

- What's he doing in the captain's seat?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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