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The UK's under attack by a
suspected foreign power.

Do you know what the government's
response is? Neither do I.

Gregory Knox? DS Flynn, Homicide.

I need you to follow me,
quickly and quietly.

Get in.

The cameras on Flynn's ward were
isolated, on a secure network,

controlled from the
seventh floor of CTC.

Operation Vanguard is compromised.

Thanks to us, a core
member of Napier's team was

given a full, unrestricted pass.

Louie, Rachel.

Whoever's behind this is watching
everything we do.

Who do we know with that
much access?

I'm advocating the use of racial
profiling wherever it keeps us safe.

Minister, we have to...
Now I'm finished.

Like everything else we've
discussed, Khadija, you keep this

- under wraps.
- Until you can give me everything, the deep fake scandal.

Mr Turner, why won't you respond to
the love child

- allegations made by Victoria Bello?
- In case you haven't noticed,

- Isaac, you've just lost your job, in government! It's over!
- No!

Welcome to the nightmare that is
correction, Isaac.

This program me contains
strong language

Look, Abigail, this is a bad time.

Well, I can't choose when Mum
and Dad go on a city break.

I've got tons I need to talk
to you about.

I'm starting a podcast.

Maybe you can tell me about
it tomorrow.

Don't worry, I'll sleep, now you're
here.

It's been like this since
the burglary. Which is weird

because that happened in the daytime
when I wasn't even home.

- What burglary?
- I thought Dad would've told you.

You were burgled months ago
and nobody told me?

I'm a police detective!

The boiler's on a timer.

If you want a shower, you've got
five minutes.

Where are we going?

Not far.

That's why you said to come down?
So you could tell me not

- to walk around the flat naked?
- Exactly.

Does the idea of my naked body
offend you, Rachel?

It...
It's not the most private of flats.

What does that mean?

The neighbours? Can they see in?

Something like that.

What, are they perverts? Why don't
you just go and arrest them?

I'm working on it.

Look, it's just a suspicion, OK?

But it's a pretty strong suspicion,

so just definitely don't walk
around naked.

Yeah, I get it. Jesus.

Why didn't you just tell me all
this upstairs?

Because they listen, too.

If it's all the same to you,
Rachel...

- I don't think I'm going to stay much longer.
- Actually,

I sort of need you to stay
for as long as you said you would.

If you change the plan, they might
assume it's because I've told you.

- And?
- And, I don't want them to know that I know that they're watching.

And what?

I'm supposed to hang out in
the flat while they spy on me?

You'd be surprised how quickly you
get used to it.

You are fucking weird.

Dad?!

There's more, look.

11, 12,

13, 14,

15,

16... Isaac! ..17, 18...

The recently dismissed
Minister for Security, Isaac Turner,

is yet to respond to
requests for comment.

Ms Bello claims
the affair happened four years ago,

while the MP was visiting
Nigeria.

Now she and her three-year-old son
are applying

for British citizenship amid
questions of political assistance

and interference.

I told McKenzie to shut this down.

You knew about it?!

I-I knew it was circling.

Did Zac Turner
use his power at the Home Office

to block this young
woman's application?

Why didn't you tell me?

There's nothing to tell.
It's a baseless smear.

You two, upstairs.

And stay away from the TV.

She's got an iPhone, Isaac.

- Hello?
- Have you seen it?

Of course you've seen it.
Look, I need you to find

the paperwork before anyone else
gets their claws into it.

We need a full time line
of Bello's application

to show there was no interference
from our department.

- I've moved to Policy, Isaac. I don't work...
- I know you don't work

for me any more, I'm not an idiot.

I-I just guessed you might be
interested in helping me,

seeing as this implicates you too.

You know I'd want to help you.

But?

You're a bit... toxic right now.

So you're still checking my numbers?

Why did you say those things?

Look, I'm working on something,
but when I'm done,

it won't be me who's toxic.

I'll do what I can.

I am not one of your fawning staff,
I am not Aliza,

I am your wife. What is going on?

Will you stay?

Fine.

But I want us to spend
the evening together.

What did you have in mind?

Talk? You know, be sisters?

And I want to tell you about
my podcast.

Tonight. Sounds good.

Can I help you?

I tried calling you, ma'am.

DSU Garland instructed me to run

the homicide reports in
your absence.

And...?

I just wondered if you had any
guidance for me?

I'm on compassionate leave.

Yes, DSU Garland mentioned that.

I just...

didn't want to tread on your toes

without checking.

What's the status on Vanguard?

- No change.
- The camera networks?

Assumed compromised.
Tech's working on a solution.

Update me when they have one.
Meanwhile, cross-check ballistics

and forensics from
the hospital against

the attacks on Edison Yao
and Joseph Mwangi.

Yes, ma'am.

That should keep you busy.

Is it even safe to talk?

For now.

We've swept the hardware,
found no devices.

Assuming the compromise came via
the network,

- it's neutralised, it's offline.
- But...?

Well, we can open the beach,

but it's not safe to go back in
the water.

Soon as the ops room's back online,
it's at risk.

Where the fuck are we supposed
to go if they can hack us here?

Look, it's maybe not be my place
to ask,

Guv, but are we doing enough
to rule out internal compromise?

Anyone in particular you're
concerned about?

No-one in particular.
I just don't want to move the op,

only to find out
the problem's moved with us.

You're right, Tom.
It's not your place.

Understood.

What are you doing?!

I don't know what kind
of microphones they have out there.

I don't even know if
the house is safe.

Fuck sake! Our police protection?

For all we know it was them that
bugged the place.

Did you have eyes on the whole time?

Eyes on?
Why would they want to bug us?

It's the kind of thing I can't get
into, Simmy. Security things.

I'm not talking about

security things.

I'm asking about the woman on
the news

who said she had your child.

Yeah. Victoria.

She's a care worker.
She looked after Mum, at the end.

So, you know her?

We met at the funeral.

And now what?

She's just cooked this up to try
and get into the country?

It's bigger than that.

Somebody else is behind it.
At first I thought it was China,

trying to smear me in the run-up to
the facial rec contract.

And now?

Now...

Who turned that off?
Who turned it off?!

Isaac, enough!

You tripped the switch.

Look, I'm sorry

for all the "need to know" crap.

I just need you to trust me.

What's all this?

On behalf of Ms Bello, we
have written to Mr Turner this morning,

requesting a sample of his DNA
for paternity testing.

If Mr Turner fails to provide
a sample within seven days,

then we will begin
court proceedings.

Ms Bello claims
the affair happened four years ago,

while the MP was visiting Nigeria.

Now she and her three-year-old
son...

No, no, this isn't about China.

It's not about facial rec.

This is about me.

Someone's trying to destroy me.

Isaac Turner has
found himself at the centre of an

immigration scandal.
The question still remains...

This ring any bells?

I thought you said you could shut
this story down.

- I stopped the BBC from breaking it.
- It's not on the BBC!

It's all different channels
these days, McKenzie!

Had such high hopes for him,
you know.

- From the person who sacked him?
- I didn't have much of a choice.

It's hardly going to help his
chances of bouncing back.

Sir? Commander Hart to see you.

- And more shit, hot off the shovel.
- Home Secretary.

Danny. Seen this?

It's your daily briefing on
Vanguard, sir.

Go on, McKenzie. Fuck off.

Following last night's attack,

the operation remains
profoundly compromised.

Comms and camera networks
are not secure.

Technical staff are working
round the clock

to safeguard the op,
but until then...

It's 1956. Who's doing this?

Our focus is widening.

Suspects besides China are
being explored.

I thought as much. Just typical.

I'm sorry?

It may have been possible.

Who knows what Beijing
is thinking?

It just didn't sound right to me.

You've lost me, Home Secretary.

China didn't
need to strong-arm us into

the facial rec contract.
They had it in the bag.

But why commission Turner's report
if your mind was already made up?

The public need to see a
process, Danny.

All voices aired.

And Turner's concerns are valid.

China poses a security risk.

Yes. We know.

Then you should also know

that the risk posed by going
with China is the same as

the risk posed by not going
with China.

If they feel like hacking us,
that is in their gift.

So, who would you go with?

After China, who else is there?

Everything the Home Secretary says
backs up Rachel Carey's theory.

China's going to lose
the facial rec bid,

the US are waiting in line.

You still don't trust her?

The jury is very much out on that.

Did she seem stable to you?

- You mean, after she found DS Flynn murdered?
- Hmm.

What's Frank got to say
for himself?

So far, he's proving elusive.

We need a clean shot
and secure comms.

If Frank's not to blame, he can
bloody well help.

Doorstep him if you have to.

Remind him the special relationship
is meant to be reciprocal.

What was that?

Take it back. Take it back.

I'm afraid I can't take it back.

We are midway through
a procedure.

- You saw that lump, didn't you?
- You have to remember,

these tests are
a precaution while we await

the reports from your biopsy and CT.

If the results are still unclear we
will move on to capsule endoscopy.

I had one of those, didn't I?

No. With capsule endoscopy,

you'll swallow a small pill
containing a wireless camera,

which passes through
the small intestine,

taking and transmitting many
hundreds of video images

for analysis.

It's remarkable the things that can
be done with a camera nowadays.

Is that so?

First Rowan's not answering
my calls, now Rhys.

I stop being a minister for what,
ten minutes, I'm a pariah?

If I was still at the Home Office,

I'd have the PR war machine gunning
for these pricks.

Well, you're not at the
Home Office.

You're at home.

Can I make a suggestion?

Just agree to the paternity test.

Don't you see?
There won't be a paternity test.

Because they'll fake it,
like they fake everything else.

Hello?

Does your property have
rear access?

Thanks so much for coming in,
chez Turner. Sorry for the...

Simone, this is Detective Carey.

Rachel.

- Do you mind if I...?
- Yes, yes.

I thought you didn't trust
the police.

Yes.

I mean, I trust her.

All clear?

From now on,

if you want to contact me,
I'd like you to use this.

Would you mind if I had a word
with the minister in private?

Former... minister.

Keep up.

Yeah, it's him.

How confident are you?

I'm confident.

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

Can you ID him?

With that mask,
facial rec won't be easy.

That's if I can even find someone
I trust enough to run

the search. If I give this to SO15,

they'll want to know where it
came from.

- You can hardly say you were wearing a hidden camera.
- Well...

Uh, well...

I got the Home Secretary to admit

the government is complicit
in Correction.

Khadija's tie camera? You did it?

Being honest, I've no idea how I
managed to record anything over

the thumping of my heart!

I kept thinking he'd suss
me any second.

Does that give us enough
to take to Khadija?

Against Correction?

I've barely got my foot in the door.

I need to witness
the UK Correction program me from

the inside.
I need to record enough evidence

to prove what they're capable of,
beyond doubt.

And I need to do it all without
getting caught.

So, what are you thinking,
potentially?

Months?

I don't know.

- Years?
- I don't know.

The people involved in this...

they'll stop at nothing
to keep it secret.

You've seen the latest?

The Lagos thing?

Well, I wasn't sure if that was...

What, you thought it was real?

You're a politician.

- I'm not that kind of politician.
- I wasn't judging.

It's all part of it.

You said yourself,

this isn't China trying
to take our facial rec.

Someone wants to destroy me.

You must have made some
powerful enemies.

I'm trying to catch
the man who killed my friend.

If we can get to him,
maybe he can fill in the blanks.

I think I know someone
who can help.

I don't appreciate your minion
tailing me to

a private appointment, much less
reporting it.

I hope you know what you're doing,
taking her under your wing.

On behalf of the Service, I
apologise for DCI Carey's behaviour.

- As regards your privacy, I'm...
- Stomach.

- They think...
- Jesus...

Frank.

Got me waiting by the phone like
a lovesick 12-year-old.

- Who's your doctor?
- Stanley fucking Kubrick.

Shoved a camera up my ass,
down my throat.

Now he wants me
to swallow one whole,

like my stomach hasn't been through
enough fireball spinning all

- night long.
- I'm sorry.

What about the embassy?
Are they looking after you?

I haven't told them. You're sick,
they look at you differently,

like you're some sort
of fucking nonentity.

I kept mine to myself.

You had cancer?

Told work I was glamping in
the Hebrides.

In fact, I was having my thyroid
gland removed at

the Royal Marsden.

I was lucky, relatively.

Wow.

It never came back?

No chemo?

Complete remission for seven years.

Mazel tov.

What do you put that down to?

Sorry, I didn't ask you here
to swap health stories.

And now I can't even ask
you what I need to.

Because I'm sick?

Didn't you just hear what I said?

The BBC's suffered a second hack.

This time direct on the Newsnight
studio.

The hardware sabotaged.

Still haven't heard a question.

We ran checks on everybody who had
access to

the equipment...

with one exception.

You think it's the kid I sent, huh?

You think Louie sabotaged your
news program me?

I mean, Jesus Christ,

- I was trying to do you a fucking favour.
- I had to ask.

Whoever's behind this has the
capacity to compromise

- Operation Vanguard entirely.
- Beijing.

Our suspicions are shifting away
from China.

Ah, where are they shifting to?

I could share that...

if you were prepared to help.

You accuse me of sabotage,
and now you want my help?

If the accusation's false,
you should have no reason not to.

The seventh floor is down.
Vanguard needs a new home.

And I'm the little piggy who built
his house out of brick.

Can you let us in?

I'll consider it.

Can you consider it soon?

Our officers are being killed.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Flynn.

Fucking shame.

Faith.

What's that?

What I put my recovery down to.

Fuck off.

Well, I was hardly devout.

I quit Sunday School after they told
me I'd sinned

for kissing Sarah Crawley in
the Bible cupboard.

But, yeah, it helped.

Revisiting my religion.

Prayer, confession... repentance.

Obviously,
we're not from the same faith.

We carry the same burdens.

Guilt and regret.

If you want to give yourself
the best chance,

you'll free yourself of them.

Who says I have any guilt
or regret?

A lifetime in our trade?

Come on, Frank.

Don't tell me your stomach's the
only thing keeping you

awake at night.

- Ooh. - Enjoy.
- Thank you.

I just came to grab a few things.

I'm rushing straight out again.
Due at a conference. To tell

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

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

I can see how busy you are.

Oh, no, please.
They said there'd be follow-ups.

Your colleagues came
to see me this morning.

Has there been a
development in the case?

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

Help?

I understand you have access to

the Xanda Tech facial
recognition software.

It-it-it was well within

the CRC's remit
to assess Xanda's capabilities.

Mr Knox, you're not in trouble.
May I show you something?

I see.

The mask.

Turner said the Xanda program me
can unmask?

Is this him?

The man who tried to kill me?

The detective who saved your life,
Patrick Flynn...

he died.

You help me,
I can bring his killers to justice.

I'll do what I can.

It's getting busy out there.

Really, I should start canvassing.
Either that

or borrow an air rifle from one of
the neighbours.

Is there anything else
you want tell me...

about Lagos?

No, I don't think so.

I mean... I don't even remember that.

Wait, is that supposed
to be my hand?

Which? The one holding the
glass of wine,

or the one holding her waist?

Simmy, this-this is faked.

Fake photo.

That's what you're going with.

Obviously not completely fake.
But, I mean, that's not my hand.

Not your hand? Whose hand is it?

Yeah, you know what I mean.

You look like you were enjoying
yourself at the funeral.

Come on.

I mean, that's not...

- Obviously, it wasn't all doom and gloom.
- No, I can see!

Remind me why you didn't take me
with you.

Why I didn't take you with...?

You're the one who chose not
to come. Do you not remember?

Harry was starting nursery.
You were starting back at work.

- You didn't complain, going alone.
- Well, it's not exactly like

- the two of you saw eye-to-eye.
- Who sees eye-to-eye with their

mother-in-law? You still go.

Well, maybe you should have been
there, then.

Dad?

- Who took this?
- Isaac. Isaac!

Ruby, pack a bag,
we're going to Nanny's.

Oi! Oi!

How much did they pay you for it?!

Pricks!

Who lives in that house?

The one over there with
the green shed.

Oh, uh, Rubes?

I've told her to pack
a change of clothes.

Why?

I'm taking them to Mum's.

Oh, come on,
please, you don't need to do that.

Simmy, surely you can see this is
all fake.

Ruby, and a toothbrush!

I need to work.
The kids need to get out the house.

Simm, I didn't put my hand on
her waist.

It looked pretty convincing.

Trust me. You have no idea.

Simone, think about it.

If you leave now,
how's it going to look?

- You're worried how it's going to look?
- A bit, it makes it look like

this love-child nonsense is getting
to us.

It is. A bit!

OK, at least let me walk you to
the car.

- I hope you're proud of yourselves.
- I beg your pardon, Mr Turner?

I said I hope you're proud, forcing
my family away from their home.

Will you agree to
a paternity test, Mr Turner?

Ha-ha! You'd like that, wouldn't
you?

- We'd like you to take our questions, Mr Turner.
- You know what?

I would take your questions if
I could trust you

to report my answers.
But you're not here for the facts,

are you?
You're here to stir the pot.

You're here to turn this nothing of
a story into a scandal.

No wonder mainstream media's time
is up. You know what? You're right.

Get your phones out.

If you're not part of
the mainstream media,

get your phones out
and hit the red button,

because you cannot trust this lot
to tell the truth.

It's not even their fault.
Most of them, all of them,

they don't have any idea how fake
their own news is.

They're just doing their jobs,
chasing stories that don't exist,

ruining lives without
taking responsibility.

How many times have we
seen families hounded by

the media like this?
Then the truth comes out

and they all move on,
and do they apologise?

No, of course not. You know what?

I've got news for them.

The truth IS coming.

And when it comes,
you'll know about it, believe me.

It's going to blow this bullshit
right out of the water.

Until then, my advice...?

Don't believe a single word they
tell you. Excuse me.

Thank you for coming straight away,
Mr Napier.

As we can see from your CT,
there is significant lesser curve

gastric wall thickening
with extensive regional adenopathy.

There appears to be extensive
lesions within

the right lobe of the liver,

and above the diaphragm there are

multiple sub-centimetre bilateral

- pulmonary lesions...
- Doc.

I've had a burning in the pit of
my stomach for the past four months.

Whatever you've got to tell me,

I've already imagined it
and worse. So, please,

in English, what am I looking at?

Stage four stomach cancer.

Once we've received the results of
your biopsy,

we can make a diagnosis...

Mr Napier,

patients often find it useful to
include a friend or a family member

in this part of the process.

Someone to ask questions,
take information on board.

Do you have somebody
who could do that?

Isaac Turner lashed out at
the press on his doorstep this morning,

in a tirade against
the British media.

- You seen it?
- Families hounded by the media like this!

And do they apologise?
No, of course not.

You know what?

I've got some news for them.

The truth IS coming...

God, he sounds like
a religious nut.

Jesus wept.

And when it comes, believe me,

it's going to blow this bullshit
right out of the water.

Until then, my advice?

Don't believe a single word they
tell you.

His erratic behaviour is
the latest in

a long line of scandals...

Do you think our esteemed
Home Secretary regrets allowing

Isaac Turner quite so much insight?

It's not like he actually said it.

Are we going to wait until he does?

That was not helpful.

It seems to have got
the vultures off my drive, so...

"The truth is coming"?
What was that, a teaser?

"Don't believe a single word"
seems to be trending higher.

I've told you what they're
capable of.

You want to scream from
the rooftops?

You will get your chance.
But until I tell you otherwise,

just... whatever they say,

just keep your head down
and go along with it.

What about Knox?

Did he agree to help?

After some persuading.

I'm toxic, right?

Maybe this test will buy you
some favour.

Test?

Yeah. I saw your tweet.

"#TheRealZacTurner."

"Looking forward to paternity test
results. Nothing to hide."

What the...?

That's my study.

I take it that's not you, then.

Isaac?

Isaac?

Hello, everyone.

I just wanted to respond,
directly and calmly,

to the allegations you're
hearing about me,

which I can assure you are entirely
without merit.

I've nothing to hide,

which is why I am co-operating
with the paternity test.

In fact, I have agreed

to appear first thing tomorrow
morning on BBC One,

by which time, I'm told,
we can expect a result,

to give my side of the story.

So let's hope they listen.

Looking forward
to seeing you all at breakfast.

Once again, nothing to hide.

Well, this is random.

What were you expecting,
a bench by the Thames?

It's a CCTV blind spot. I don't get
to choose where they are.

You promised me an exclusive.

If Isaac Turner has a meltdown
and blurts it out to anyone with

- a phone, that's not exclusive.
- He won't.

You sure about that? You're not just
the least bit concerned about where

his head's at?

Welcome to the
nightmare that is Correction, Isaac.

Is this Rowan Gill?

Our enemies fake
things that we can't deny.

He bugged the Home Secretary
with your hidden camera.

His head is in the right place.

Worst of all, if we do ever prove it
or deny it, we're fucked.

Why? You know why.
We're as guilty of it as they are!

I'm going to need the file.

Not yet.

Khadija, you know the risks if we
move too soon.

Well, make sure Turner stays
on point.

We sat on that love child story
for him.

He pays us back by
ranting against the media?

He was just letting off steam.

Well, two can play at that.

You know, Rabbi...

you think about all the good
things that you did

in your life and...

And all the bad things?

Everything I did...

everything...

was in the service of making
the world a safer place.

I'm just not sure that...

everyone's going to
see it that way.

So, this is why you've come back
to shul after 50 years?

To atone for your sins.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but you've come to the wrong place.

No amount of prayers can save you
from your sins against your fellow

human beings,

and no rabbi can offer
you forgiveness.

Your atonement is in your hands...

through your mitzvahs...

your good deeds in everyday life.

My God, I've been trying
to call you all evening.

I was putting the kids to bed.

- Besides, I know what you're going to say.
- Oh, yeah?

That tweet wasn't real,
nothing's real.

What about that rant on our
doorstep? Was that real?

Uh, yeah.

That was real.

Listen, Simone...

tomorrow morning, on the TV...

they're going to make it seem
like I'm the father of that boy.

Who hates you enough to do all this,
Isaac?

I mean, apart from me right now.

Why do you hesitate?

Earlier, when I suggested you do the
paternity test, you hesitated.

Did I?

There it is again.

I don't know, Simone.

Maybe I am the father.

He looks like you.

What?

Victoria Bello's son, Amandi.

I've been looking at him.

So, I mean, what, what are you

trying to say exactly? We all look
the same?

No, Isaac,

I'm saying he looks like you.

Just wait one second.

Isaac, what is it?

There's another fucking journalist.
Hold on, I'll call you back.

It's 11 o'clock at night!

What the hell do you think
you're doing?!

Look, I'm sorry for the tardiness.

I'm here to pick up
a Mr Isaac Turner?

For what?

You're going to Media City?

- What, Manchester? - Uh, Salford.
- I'm going to be on the telly, am I?

Well, I believe so, sir, yeah.

So, what, BBC Breakfast
are expecting me?

You are... Isaac Turner?

Make yourself comfortable in
the back, sir.

Just one puff. It'll stop you
stressing all the time.

I'll smoke that...

if you drink this, neat.

Who says "neat"?

It sounds like something Dad
would say.

It means without a mixer, you idiot.

Your turn.

Oh, shit.

..firm but fair. So why, then,

did the woman who claims
to have had a lovechild with

the Security Minster
find her application languishing in

the system five times longer
than average?

Coincidence or interference?

In an exclusive interview,

we speak to Victoria Bello
from her home in Lagos.

Oh, fuck.

I was told over
and over by the Home Office

that my application could not
be traced.

Once, they even told me that
I must have been mistaken

and I couldn't have applied,

as if they were trying
to wear me down.

Look, I don't want anything from
Mr Isaac Turner.

But my son has the right to grow up
in the country of his father.

Later I'll be speaking to the
Shadow Home Secretary,

who is leading the calls for an
urgent inquiry into

the mishandling of Bello's case
by the Home Office.

- You do?
- Oh, Abby, I think you're right.

I really do need to sleep.
It's been really fun.

Wait, I still haven't
told you about my podcast.

Go on, then,
tell me about your podcast.

Don't diss it till you've heard it, Judge Judy.

You'd actually be really into it.

It's a bit like Serial,
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?

Half the people think he killed
that woman,

the other half didn't.

But they don't know.

I've met him.

Abigail, Shaun Emery was guilty.

What?

He pleaded guilty at the hearing.
I should know. I was there.

- But you said...?
- I was wrong.

Look, I-I think it's great that
you're podcasting.

I think it's really... neat.

But I just think you should pick
a different story.

I mean, that story's over.

They've got you staying at
the Donlevy Hotel.

Would you like to check in
or go straight to the studio?

Yes, just go straight to the studio.

Isaac?

Mini... Oops,
nearly called you "Minister" then.

Easily done. Thanks for coming in
so horribly early.

After all the build-up,

we just had to lead with
the lovechild.

So, I'm really going on, then?

Um, I certainly hope so!

I suppose they'll just
hack into it live.

I wonder what they'll make me say
this time.

Do you, um,
need somewhere to change?

No.

Right, then.

There's teas and coffees in
the green room.

Are you a part of it?

Part of...?

Cos someone must be, on the inside.

Just one second.

- Hello?
- Isaac?

Aliza?

I thought your 6am calls
were a thing of the past.

Only when it's good news, right?

What, you can prove no-one's
interfered with the Bello case?

No. I haven't even looked
into that.

Right, well, Newsnight fucking have,
so what's the good news?

You were right, of course.
I have been checking the numbers.

You'd never know it from
the usual platforms.

The hate for you there is growing,
if anything.

But across all social and polling...

your numbers are up.

I'm not talking about a spike,

but if you analyse the time line from
the racial profiling comments,

the lovechild allegations,
the anti-media rant,

your approval is on a slow
but steady uptick.

Aliza, someone's trying
to destroy me.

Destroy you?

Tell your approval ratings that.

Isaac?

Mr Turner?
Would you like to follow me to set?

Zac, just so you know, mate, it's
the headlines on the hour as usual,

and then we're straight on to you.
London floor is live.

Good Morning. The G7 summit,
due to take place...

You're having quite a week.
Salford studio, 20 seconds.

We were debating whether
to go with car crash,

dumpster fire or shits how.

Studio live in ten, nine...

My mistake. Standing by.

And some breaking news.

Lawyers acting on behalf of Nigerian
care worker Victoria Bello say

that a DNA test to determine whether
former Security Minister

Isaac Turner is
the biological father of her child

has produced a negative result.

A surprising twist in
the continued saga of Isaac Turner.

Lawyers working on behalf of

the Bello family say they plan
to seek a second test.

We'll be back with more updates
throughout the morning.

Now, it's over to Lauren
and Will in our Manchester studio.

Morning, all. Good morning.

Well, the saga continues.

It certainly does here,

because first up on
the sofa today is the man who is,

or perhaps was,

at the heart of the so-called
Lagos lovechild allegations,

Isaac Turner. Welcome.

Good Morning.

Your paternity test has come back
negative. You must be delighted.

No, I'm not delighted.

I'm just... I'm glad this whole
silly sideshow is over.

I never actually heard you deny
the claims.

Well, you've seen the test results.

I have. I heard you deny them.

You uploaded a video, right,
saying you had nothing to hide?

Yeah. I-I felt it was important
to reassure the public.

Is that what you meant by
"The truth is coming?"

You know, Lauren,

my family and I have been
the target of some

pretty nasty lies.
Those lies have now been exposed,

so, hopefully, everyone can go back
to something like normal life.

Why do you think she made
those claims?

She must have known
the DNA test would fail.

I understand the burning ambition

people all over the world share
to come here to the UK.

Unfortunately, it does mean that
some people will go to desperate

lengths to jump the queue.

And, as the government said in
its manifesto,

our immigration system cannot be
fair if it's not firm.

Mm. Well,
as you brought up

manifesto promises,

and as you're no longer

at the Home Office,

has the government delivered on
that one?

Well, I think the Prime Minister

is laser-focused, rightly so...

on the most pressing
global issues.

So you blame the Home Secretary,
then, your old boss?

You're putting words into my mouth.

- Hello.
- Detective? I wasn't sure if you'd be up. I'm...

I'm not sleeping an awful lot
at the moment.

It's hard to tell what's early
for other people.

- You did say to call as soon as I had something.
- Go on.

I was sceptical about Xanda's
unmasking feature.

Given we're dealing
with AI modelling,

I took their claims of
100% face-match accuracy

with a size able pinch of salt.

But...?

It's given us a face,

and I've run the search function.

And...?

Well, naturally, the program me can't
access the criminal databases you're

used to,
it can only find what's online.

Mr Knox, do we have a match?

Yes.

Looks like it's from some
corporate security website.

Nikolai Mirsky.

And that's about it.

His name and nationality.

- How do you know his nationality?
- The web page it came from.

Sending.

Languages aren't my forte, but...

I know what Russian looks like.

Car won't be a minute.

Oh, Erm... That... How did it go?

- Great.
- I mean, the result,

- it came back negative?
- That's what happened? - Yeah.

And that's what's going out,
the same...?

They've booked you a late checkout.

Thought you might want to rest up
before heading home.

The room's yours if you want it.

Um...

The mini bars in each room are
fully complimentary.

Room service is 24/7. You'll find
the menus on the iPads,

and there's an entry phone by
the door to buzz them in.

Internet access is dead simple -
no code, just log straight on.

All right.

Oh. Uh, I'm so sorry. I don't...

No worries. That's all right.

Hello?

Hello, Isaac.

Who's this?

You know who it is.

You did good today.

Carry on like that,
you won't even need me.

Listen, you AI robo fucks!

If you're listening,

leave me and my family
the fuck alone!

I understand you're upset.

But don't be.

I'm on your side.

What do you want?

I just want to talk.

We're talking.

No, not like this.

Face-to-face.

And how do you propose we do that?

Hello?

Hello?