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Torben Jensen stole a process
for the creation of biofuels.

Redback?

Could be the information
Alexander Kutiev withheld.

Got this from across the river.

It wasn't a bomb.
It was a biofuels attack.

Torben's a wannabe arms dealer.
You're either a shit spy or in on it.

Which is it?

I had you on a short list of one.
Your dad said you weren't up to it.

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

I'm not giving it up, so get on board
or put in for a transfer.

When you're ready, we'll tell them,

but if we do that, we need to know
for certain I'm really your father.

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

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

Small price, Beatrice.

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

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

In our line of work,
trusting people costs lives.

We're not there yet.

Get off me! No! Don't even touch me!

You're making a big mistake. Big.

Fuck all of you! I'll tell my dad.

You've had enough, babe.

Is she all right?

Hello?

It's Adam Cornwell.
Sorry to bother you at this hour.

How can I help?

Well, it's rather delicate
and I probably shouldn't be asking

after you carried the can yesterday.

But I need a favour.

- Holly?
- Hm.

Hey. Your dad sent me.

My dad? One in three.

Here. Come here.

Have we met?

Yeah, yesterday.
I was working with Adam.

Shh! We don't talk about him.

Come on. Let's go over here.

Rough night?

I don't know you. Do I know you?

Yeah.

Here we are. Let's get in the car.

All right. What are you doing?
Whoa. Stop it. What are you doing?

What?

He's gonna hate me.

No. No, he's worried about you.

Come on. Here.

Oh, God. There we are.

All right?

Please don't be sick in the car.

Coffee and a Lion bar
and I'll be fine.

I've told Zac Clark
you're not to be called to heal

every time Number 10 whistles.

Where are you up to with Redback?

Well, find whoever's trying to buy
the BF 100 process

and then we've got a trail to Adam.

Keep me in the loop.

Come on!

Excellent work.

All right, don't ram it, yeah.
It just... It needs coaching a bit.

All right.

Yeah. Exactly.

Thanks.

Have you got any developments
on the VX residue?

- Our Russian friend.
- Oleg Adamov.

Exactly.

We were expecting feedback
two days ago.

Yeah. I'll... I'll-I'll chase, yeah.

All right.
Well, briefing in my office

once some caffeine hits your system.

I could get some more, if it's cold.

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Um... Holly...

I was so sorry
to hear about your mum.

Thank you.

Such a shock.

And you were looking after her,
weren't you?

Morning.

I see you two have,
um, introduced yourselves.

Well, we did meet last night briefly.

I'm sorry for landing on you
like this and for...

Was I sick on your carpet?

Hm, tiny bit.

- Oh, God, I...
- Don't worry.

We were glad
you felt able to come to us.

You're welcome
to stay for the rest of the day.

Tonight, as well.

A bit of a packed schedule.

I've got a cabinet meeting
and then the live-show debate.

You should call your friends.
Let them know you're safe.

I didn't say anything to anyone
about you.

I know I was a right mess last night
but honestly, I didn't. I wouldn't.

I didn't imagine that you would.

All this uncertainty with the whole
dad thing on top of everything else.

If you don't mind,
I think I'll go and lie down.

You think she's OK?

She decorated the en suite
with projectile vomit.

I don't think she is OK, Adam.

Right.

Hi.

You've been busy.

Yeah, well, I had a brief window
between babysitting the PM

5and wiping down his daughter.

How messy was it?

Yeah?

Uh, yeah, all right.
I'll be right down.

Katrine Poulsen's here.
Apparently, it's urgent.

So, DSIS have intercepted chatter

about a credible threat
to your Prime Minister.

Source?

A compromised troll farm.

But also intel
from one of our assets.

So, you'll need me
in this investigation.

Right, well, let's not get ahead
of ourselves. What have you got?

Well, we had an asset
embedded with a screw. See?

This man here.
He's a regular visitor to Copenhagen.

He joined the weekend Nazis.

Shaun Graham.

Listen.

They promised us the swamp
would get drained,

but now we're flooded with Africans.

At least the Poles were white.

Katrine, there's 100 of him
in every town. They're all mouth.

But this guy's thing

was aim for prime ministers,
heads of states.

And?

And Adam Cornwell
was on top of his list.

- Shaun Graham?
- Yeah.

I'll look into it.

If that's all,
then I need to get on.

Yeah, and he used the word "Redback."

What?

Redback.

You heard it before?

So, what's the deal?

- Hello?
- Wait there.

Guys...

Have you said
the word Redback in front of Katrine?

Of course not.

The word "Redback."

Never used it in front of Katrine
or anybody else.

Nor me.

She knows about it.

Give me everything you have
on Shaun Graham.

Hmm. He's been active for years,
so you must have some intel on him.

I'm asking you.

What is Redback?

We don't know.

Come on! For a spook,
you're a really bad liar.

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

And if Torben's involved...

Tell me about Shaun Graham.

Well... He worked in private security

and he attached himself to far-right
groups in Denmark and London.

He has no kids, but he joined
some fathers' rights organisations.

OK. Thanks for the intel.
We'll get in touch.

Hey, don't treat me
like the sandwich boy!

OK. Go ahead.

You can't walk or you...

Uh...

Wha... Sorry, Shaun. Sorry, mate.

Fuck. Uh...

You can't walk all over us
like we're a piece...

Like we're a piece of shit
in the pavement.

Sorry, mate.

You can't...

I've lost my thread.

Forget it. You're not ready.

No, I-I-I am. I am.
It's just nerves is all.

Nerves, yeah?

Yeah.

You, too?

Our man on the inside
has got jitters.

And now you.

You're tough.

Get out.

I made a mistake with you.

No, you didn't.

Mate, come on.

What kept you going after Helmand?

When you were de-mobbed.

When you... When you couldn't sleep
for the nightmares.

When you lost
your best mate in the blast.

Archie did.

My boy.

Sorry, mate.

And what did Cornwell promise?

Give us our rights as fathers.

He lied to your face.

He might as well have ripped Archie
out of your arms.

Even when you went to him.
To his surgery.

Calling me mate!

He calls you mate.

Two minutes later,
he's calling security.

I just wanted him to listen!

He didn't give a shit.

I'm not your fucking mate, Cornwell.

You don't get
to throw me out like I'm nothing!

I'm coming for you!

It's cleaner if I keep the line

that it's nobody's business
but our own.

It's live radio.
The SNP won't press their advantage?

I could sidestep that.

Well, you underestimate Isla Robson.

Holly is in no way relevant
to the referendum.

A troubled young Scottish woman
who may or may not be your daughter?

The girl you haven't been
honest with the public about.

Meanwhile, the press assume

a predictable penchant
for a woman half your age.

- Look, I know this is hard for you.
- Don't make me the problem.

- Can we talk about this?
- Not right now, no.

We'll only arrive
at the same cul-de-sac.

Well, I'd like to try.

We can talk this through with Irene
at next week's session.

There's someone who'll pull
your head out of your backside.

How long has it been going on?

Mrs. Cornwell?
Are you going to divorce?

Will you be standing
by the Prime Minister?

Tell them if they ignore
the confiscation order

required by Section 168
of the Proceeds of Crime Act...

OK, I'll be going with Adam
to Irene at 3:30.

Put that in the diary.

Shunt my four o'clock
on to tomorrow.

Kelly, let me speak to him.
Two minutes.

All right, all right.

But, please, come on. Tell Archie.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll see him
next week, all right.

In a fucking contact centre,
where you can all watch me!

Stone-cold bitch.

What did you expect?

OK.

Change of plans.

All right, so Shaun Graham
was regularly in Copenhagen,

but most recently
he's attached himself to this lot.

Big men in tights.
Not exactly a prescribed group.

Adam Cornwell ran up against them
when he was Home Secretary.

His family's bill?

Skewed against dads,
according to the Brain's Trust here.

Here. Look.

That's him.

And he's been using
the term "Redback?"

Yeah, according to the Danes.

That puts him at the top
of your potential buyers' list.

But what's his connection
to Oleg Adamov?

Torben crosses Adamov and then sells
the BF 100 to Shauny boy.

Not unless he's got a backer.

Shaun poses as a buyer,
offs Torben, steals the process?

Does he have the nous for that?

Why don't we have a file on him?

I'm going to go
to Shaun Graham's last address.

Take Marcus.

Yeah, I'll be doing that.

That's the one. Back entrance
to the therapist's office.

Cornwell's on his way.

It was all planned.

Radio station. Man on the inside.

Once clean shot you said.

That option came with risk.

This, it's an open goal.

Adapt to survive.

Cornwell screwed you
good and proper.

You're gonna be a hero, Nige.

If anything happens...

I want a bench.

A couple of hours from now
we're eating ice cream in Margate.

But if...

you know?

A bench,

with my name on it.

So Archie knows
I wasn't just piss in the wind.

He knows that already, mate.

There's your chance.

Do him proud.

- Hello?
- Hi.

What are you doing?

- Put that down!
- You're jeopardising op security!

I'm not an idiot.
I wasn't followed here.

You're still not authorised.

No, but I need to know
if that guy made contact with Torben.

Oh, look.

- See? Daddy was in the military.
- Yeah, that figures.

Shaun Graham tried to join the
Paras, but failed the psychometrics.

So, I see you managed to scrape
some intel off the back of mine.

This way. Quite an operation, right?

It comes with the top job, I suppose.

Yes, ma'am.

So... this is the way.

Ooh! Look. We've got a reader.

Fourth-rate, Heidegger.

Well, you're the philosophy expert.

Oh, no. No, I had to drop my degree.

Why? Because you
were looking after your sister?

Ooh!

That must have been tough.

Excellent.
Soft skills, Beatrice. Well done.

Got it.

We're in.

How do you manage it?

Well, luckily,
Irene had a cancellation.

I mean, to have
everything on your terms.

You said you'd only talk
about Holly here.

You click your fingers
and we all jump.

That's hardly fair.

So far, so predictable.

Irene Ambrose.

He's in therapy?

He's not in therapy.

He's hacked
into Etta Cornwell's diary.

What the fuck?

- Who are you calling?
- The PM's close protection unit.

He's hacked them too, or what?

Might be a rogue officer.

You think the whole world
should go along with your ideas.

This bloody referendum's
a prime example.

You know, I nicknamed him Polaris
when we first met.

The Northstar.

It was our private joke.

I thought we were here
to talk about Holly.

Polaris doesn't rise or set,

but it remains
virtually in the exact same position,

whilst all the other stars
just circle around it.

I don't need a pregnant woman along.

Shaun Graham is an MO.
He won't be a lone actor.

We'll be there in eight minutes.

She's not answering.

What is she up to?

- Try her again.
- Right.

Hang on. We're an equal partnership.
Always have been.

Is that your perception?

Look, I know things aren't ideal.

We decided a long time ago

not to have children
and now with Holly...

No.

Don't make me the one that can't cope
with Holly in our lives.

"I want to make this right."

Is what he keeps saying.

Well, you should start
by taking some responsibility,

instead of shifting it on to me.

That's below the belt, Etta.

Have we made
radio contact with Beatrice yet?

Still nothing.

Zoom in.

Where's she going?
Who the hell is that?

Who's with her?

Katrine Poulsen.

We always knew
there was a strong possibility

that Holly could be mine.

Well, I've known shorter odds.

So, now we
take the paternity test and...

we adjust to the new reality,
whatever that looks like.

We... We go public
after the referendum.

We're honest. We explain.

Yes, that may cause some upheaval
at home and in public life.

Honesty?

That is a joke, Adam.

You can't even
be honest with yourself.

When we were younger,
you used to let me in.

But this whole public veneer...

It's crept into our relationship.

Even here in therapy, you're hiding.

What feelings are present for you
when you hear that, Adam?

Actually, I feel
pretty bloody annoyed.

"Pretty bloody annoyed."

That is what you wanted, isn't it?
To provoke me?

Yeah. That's exactly why I came here.

Adam, why might Etta
need a reaction from you?

Given the expense
of these sessions, Irene,

I'm relying on you to tell me
why I'm being attacked

by both of you.

I'm being attacked
for trying to do right by Etta,

by Holly and by the country.

You see, it's always been
just Etta and me.

I have no idea what Holly
might mean for our marriage

or even if I'm capable
of being a father.

Then say you're scared, Adam.

I am trying, Etta,

against all the uncertainty,
I am trying my level best

to hold everything together.

Why is that
not good enough for you?

I'm not asking you to.

It isn't enough
to smile and pat me on the hand!

I told you to stay in the car.

What if they're rogue?
I'm your backup right now.

I don't need platitudes from you.
I'm not a child!

This is private space.

Don't move.

I lost my boy.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not fucking sorry!
I just wanted you to listen!

Drop the gun!

Exit the room, Prime Minister.

- Get them out!
- Quickly, sir.

Is this Redback?

Do you know Torben Jensen?

What's your name?

Nigel.

Nigel what?

Braynor.

Where's Shaun, Nigel?

Are there other attacks planned?
A chemical attack? The BF 100.

What does this mean?
What does it mean?

My boy...

I can get a message to your son,
if you talk to me.

He's going.
You know where Shaun Graham is?

What do you know
about Oleg Adamov?

- Nigel?
- We're losing him.

Nigel, come on!

He's going.

Nigel!

...Unharmed.
Unit 2 arriving in Kelton Road.

Fuck!

Roger that. What's the criticality?

Two fatalities.

Who?

Both CPOs.

Three. Gunman
died en route to the hospital.

- Where's the PM now?
- On his way back to Downing Street.

Right. Get Beatrice and Poulsen in.

Don't bring me problems, Jim.

Stop whining and deal with it!

Is it where we agreed?

This is cold fucking feet.

If you're bailing out on me,
I'm gonna come over and rip your...

Fucking face off!

You're in no state
to go on the radio.

Violence won't change our values.

Oh, my God.

This is ridiculous.

I'm gonna have them
bring the car round.

Adam, you nearly died!

This Shaun Graham must have found
Nigel at the Fathers' Rights group

and groomed him.

Yeah. But how did those two
get into Etta Cornwell's diary?

William wants you both there now.

Don't get used to it.

Prime Minister's CPE's
been stood down.

So, the decision not to call that in?

Well, Shaun Graham hacked the CPUs.

We need to focus
on the fact that he's still at large.

Shaun Graham hacking the CPU
doesn't mean they were compromised.

We prevented an assassination.
The man behind it is still out there.

How did Nigel Braynor
get into that building?

Declan, what have we got
on this therapist?

Uh, that the appointment was made

by Adam Cornwell's assistant
this morning.

They didn't put that together
in a few hours.

Ah, data from Shaun Graham's
laptop and phone.

Mm-hm.

OK.

This is insane.
Get them to pull the plug.

I'm doing my best. You talk to him.

- Adam, I'm coming with you.
- There's no need.

You're my husband.

We simply tell the public
what happened.

I'll look as if I'm scared.

- I think you'd be justified.
- Adam?

I can't give the advantage.
Isla, how are you?

I just heard.
Jesus, why the hell are you here?

You know me, Isla.
Not easily intimidated.

So, it's not a ruse
to get out of beating me?

Bad joke. We should postpone.

Absolutely not.
No one here knows about it.

Carrie hasn't been told.

We carry on as normal.

Carrie, how are you?

Glad you could make it,
Prime Minister.

We heard you weren't well.

No, I'm perfectly fine.

We'll have an informal intro
to kick off and then we'll dig in.

Brave PM debates SNP
following attempted assassination.

You could have
the most amazing night of your life

but tomorrow
every front cover is his.

Fully aware of that.

If I were you, I would pull out.

Advise what you like, Etta.
I'm not daft.

The last phone call
from Shaun Graham's mobile

was to this number.

Fifteen minutes
after the assassination attempt.

- Who did he call?
- On it.

Phone records.
Have we got Nigel Braynor's?

Checking that.

What about Shaun Graham's parents?

Yes, thank you Miss Poulsen.
I think we have that covered.

PM's been on the move.

Where the hell is he?

London City Radio.

For the debate?

He doesn't believe in leaving his ego
at the door, does he?

You're listening
to London City Radio.

Good evening.

"We live in interesting times"

has become the byline of our age

and arguments
over Scottish independence

rage amongst a polarised population.

Our Prime Minister stands accused

of gambling
on the future of the union

with the Scottish independence
referendum.

I'm live tonight with
the Prime Minister, Adam Cornwell.

Good evening, Carrie.

And the leader of the Scottish
National Party, Isla Robson.

Evening.

Prime Minister, you've been vocal

about the political significance
of the union,

but tonight I'd love to hear more
about what's driving you,

what losing Scotland
would really mean to you.

OK, Nigel Braynor
made two different phone calls today.

These two.

OK, that last one
was just before he died.

OK, Shaun Graham called
a phone registered to a Jim Cryton.

Got an address here.

Get a strike team
out to Cryton's now.

Code 4, 42 Manly Road. Jim Cryton.

What have you got on this Jim Cryton?

Isla, given your family history,

this debate must spark
some strong emotion of you.

Yes, my father, who,
of course, died earlier this year,

was the second SNP MP
to serve at Westminster.

He campaigned his whole life
for independence and was...

I'm interested to hear

if the union has the same personal
significance for you, Prime Minister.

Well, I, um...

I feel that...

I lost my boy.

No, you're not fucking sorry!

Don't move!

I'm sorry. I just...

We seem to have just... Uh...

We've lost the Prime Minster
just for a moment.

Um, if I can turn back to you, Isla.

Your father was a fierce advocate
for Scottish business

Won't independence
bring financial insecurity?

Absolutely not.

Got a ping from a cell tower
on Shaun Graham's phone.

- Where?
- West London.

What is that?

- Is that...
- London City Radio.

Shit.

Get the CTSFO out there.

Secure the studio
and the surroundings.

I need the location
on Warwick CPU now.

Get internal CCTV up, please.

Extract to Echo. PM's in studio.

Here it is.
That's the east staircase.

Here's a CPO.

Who is that?

Security guard.

Right. Listen up, the guy
that Shaun Graham phoned, Jim Cryton,

he's the security guard
at London City Radio.

Get that image back up.
The guard.

Closer.

All units, east corridor.
Target approaching.

Code red. I repeat code red.
Exits to lock down.

Freeze! Don't move!

- What? Is that us? Get it back!
- Have we still got radio contact?

Oh, what the fuck?

Look out, Prime Minister.
Drop your weapon!

Who fired?

- Somebody talk to me!
- Urgent assistance required.

- Seal all exits.
- Alert all ambulance crews.

Nobody leave the building, all right?
Who fired? Who fired?

Levi. Looks like someone
was trying to make a point.

He's pretending
it's business as usual.

He's agreed
to doing the debate today.

Adam doesn't respond well
to being handled.

When you ignore our advice,
you imperil the entire nation.

Can I buy you a drink, then?

Could you put me through
to the editor?

She's definitely the girl
the PM was snapped with.

A call came in for you.
Your Scottish friend wants to meet.

What were his exact words?

Uh, "Tell Beatrice
meeting up would be prudent,

as the underground
is running smoothly."

I've been brought
into the inner sanctum.

We need to use this now.
Get our country back.

I'm being told we have
some important footage to watch.

What's going on?

Could we get
a monitor for the PM?

I want backup out there right now!

No agent gets left in the breeze.

This could cost us the union.

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