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You can't turn back time to stop what happened to Sarah.

A nuclear warhead nicknamed Big Boy was hijacked.

Use the detonator.

There's a code in there.

We just have to crack it.

It's an IP Address.

You won't tell where Big Boy is.

I'm going to bring her back, Chief

Archie?

- Yeah. - Matthew Rogers.

We had an appointment to meet earlier.

Your professor set it up.

Oh, shit.

- I'm sorry. That's alright.

I meant to come and find you, but I have a 10,000 word essay

on European trade associations due on Monday.

Plus my roommate's boyfriend just proposed to her,

and I need to talk her out of marrying the man

whose greatest ambition in life is to one day be retired.

Also, there was this ball, and, you know,

this doesn't just happen.

Of course. Don't worry about it.

I expect your professor told you why I wanted to speak to you.

- He did not. Oh.

Have you considered your future, Archie?

Have I considered my future?

Well, let's see...

I was top of my class in Junior,

Secondary and Sixth Form college.

I was first violin in the school orchestra,

captained the girls volley and football team.

Was head prefect, would've been head girl

if it wasn't for a dirty campaign

run by Katie Clark, which I refused to lower myself to.

I volunteered for community projects,

helping disaffected youth and disenfranchised elderly.

Run a breakfast and an after school club.

Got fifteen A to A-star GCSEs, five A-star AS and A2 levels,

I worked at an ethically sourced

cocoa bean plantation in Costa Rica in my gap year.

I was the first student from my school

to be awarded an unconditional offer

to study politics, psychology, and sociology

at Cambridge University, which is where you find me now.

If I sound like someone who's not considered my future.

So, what do you want to do?

I don't know.

Is the champagne still free?

I keep telling you, it's free all night.

Sometimes it's only free up until a certain point.

Let me ask you this.

Have you ever thought about working for your government?

What girl hasn't lustfully gazed

at the civil service fast track scheme?

I'm not talking about the civil service.

Five or six?

Excuse me?

MI 5 or MI 6?

I can't tell you.

Which one's the cool one?

The one I'm in.

Right.

The intelligence service is always on the lookout

for bright young minds, and your CV

is fairly exceptional so far.

Told you I didn't make head girl, right?

I heard Katie Clark ran a real dirty campaign.

Which I wouldn't lower myself to. That's right.

This is my card.

Is it going to self-destruct in ten seconds?

- No. - Am I the first person to make that joke?

- No. - Okay.

You should call the number on it.

You know, the price tag is sticking out

the back of your dress, by the way.

Fucking spies.

Come on, let's go.

Cheers. Beautiful work.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm not here to hurt you.

Love to echo the sentiment.

If you don't tell me who you are in the next five seconds,

I'm gonna knock your head through the wall.

You couldn't knock my head through the wall.

Why not?

MI 5 combat training is a joke.

I'm Shiv.

Who do you work for?

You haven't heard of us.

You robbed an armored truck today.

I don't expect the adrenaline hasn't worn off yet.

I find lots of tea with lots of sugar in it helps.

- Lots of tea with lots of sugar. - Yeah.

Do you always bring a thermos

when you break into someone's house?

Well, you never know when people are gonna run out of tea bags.

How thoughtful.

Exactly. So...

I know who you are, Archie. I know you're MI 5.

I know you're 12 months undercover

in Georgie Cunningham's operation.

And I know you're not going to like

what I'm about to tell you.

What's that?

Cunningham is off the hook.

You're going to back off.

Georgie Cunningham has links to organized crime

throughout Europe and the Middle East.

He's involved in the smuggling of drugs, weapons, and people.

And now he's got enough capital behind him

to grow his operation tenfold.

He's not small time.

He's dangerous and he's going down.

I'm fine for tea.

Amazing.

That's almost exactly what you said last time.

What?

Look, Georgie Cunningham is a bad man,

and I only wish the very worst for him,

but if you arrest him, a new associate of his in Israel

makes a deal with someone that they shouldn't,

trouble will breed.

Too much trouble, as it turns out.

And how do you know that?

You know what the interesting thing about disaster is?

If you break it down,

it's really just an escalating series

of mundane interactions leading to a catastrophic climax.

I've been on dates like that.

Look, Archie.

My job is to work out what would be the simplest,

easiest thing to rearrange

to ensure disaster doesn't take place.

And, uh,

and that's why I'm in your kitchen tonight.

I'm sorry. I still don't understand

what the hell you're talking about.

Think of this.

A woman goes to leave her apartment in Paris.

She stops to feed her cat, takes 20 seconds.

She gets in her car, she drives through town,

she stalls at a junction.

The vehicle behind her swerves, its headlights dazzle

the view of the driver coming the other way and... bang.

Princess Diana just crashed into a tunnel,

Elton John's about to sell a lot of records.

Now, If I wanted to go back in time

to stop that from happening, I could either try

to reroute the princess or I could get someone

to feed that cat 20 seconds earlier.

You know what I'm saying. It's, uh,

the simplest of things make the biggest difference.

I mean, who knows? Maybe the very act of me

eating that burrito might change the world.

So I'm the cat lady in this analogy.

Yeah.

And who's Princess Diana?

- What are you trying to stop? - I can't tell you.

And you expect me to abort

a year-long undercover operation for that?

I did.

The first time.

But then you took matters into your own hands

and bollocked everything up. So, here we are...

trying again.

The thing is, Archie, I'm not asking.

Cunningham is off the hook.

I suppose the question is...

can you live with that?

I could knock your head through the wall.

I know.

Really, who do you work for?

It's called the Lazarus Project.

And I think you'll fit right in.

Step away!

What the hell happened?

He's killed him. You want us to sedate him?

I can't question him if he's unconscious, can I?

Put him in restraints and don't turn your back on him.

- What happened? - Rebrov killed Ryan.

- Ryan from Tech support? - Yeah.

What was one of the IT guys doing seeing Rebrov?

- I don't know. - Why would he kill him?

- I don't know. - Where's Shiv and George?

- I don't know. - You don't know a lot.

- No. - Let's work on that, shall we?

Yes, ma'am.

I need to get into this computer.

- That's Ryan's. - I know it's Ryan's.

Well, he was here five minutes ago.

Yeah, he's not here anymore.

Well, he'll probably be back soon.

No, I really don't think he will.

Is there an IT guy here?

- Ryan's the IT guy. - Is there another fucking guy?

We have a time machine. I assume we have more than

one person who can unlock the computer.

No. Ryan's the only one in today.

Fucking hell. Jesus Christ. Do me a favor. Get on the phone.

Get all the IT guys we have. Get them all to come in.

- All of them? - All of them.

I want an army of nerds walking

through that door in the next 30 minutes.

Why? Isn't Ryan coming back?

Did you hear the alarm, Dane?

Can you see everyone running around?

Gosh, did the world end again?

I don't know. Maybe.

IT guys now, please.

Yeah, Okay. Okay.

You worked out where Big Boy is.

I'm gonna bring her back, Shiv.

I'm going to bring you back, too.

The first thing I'm gonna do is come for you.

I know.

Okay, okay.

This fucking hell.

Fuck sake.

Ryan worked here for five years.

He had a wife...

and a child.

After I speak to you, I'm going back upstairs to ring them

and tell them that he died in a workplace accident.

There'll be an investigation and a large payout.

We'll attend the funeral.

I will watch his family cry

as his body is lowered into the ground.

So, before I do that, Dennis,

could you tell me why you killed him?

He gave me the code.

The code?

Specific sentence that can mean normally one thing.

Kill the person who just said it.

Back when you're broadcasting under duress?

Exactly.

Do you still use ballerina, by the way?

- We changed it. - Why?

Because you fucking know what it is.

So, you don't know why you killed Ryan.

You just knew you had to do it.

That's right.

Who would have given Ryan the code?

I suspect, ma'am,

it would have been given to him

by the mole working within this organization.

We don't have a mole.

Sure, the Lost Glory probably tipped themselves off

that you were coming.

I'm not going to just tell you where it is.

Not without some guarantees.

Letting you walk free isn't gonna be on the table.

You don't have the authority to make that decision.

You do.

Shit.

I'm sorry, um, English.

Is this your car?

Yep. Nope.

I'm borrowing it.

This car has been reported stolen.

- This... this car? Mm-hmm.

No, that's... that's a mistake 'cause I'm...

Yeah, I'm... I'm borrowing it from a mate.

So, maybe one of his neighbors,

um, saw me driving off of it and jumped to conclusions.

Jumped to conclusions?

Yep.

Sir, please, can I have your driver's license?

What are you doing in Romania?

- Business. - What business?

My business.

Sir, step out of the car for me, please.

Encrypted payments.

How'd you get by?

We manage.

Sir.

Out of the car, now.

Sir! Sir!

We can't make a deal with him.

Of course we can.

After everything he's done?

Archie, I don't need to remind you of the awesome power

that our organization wields,

or the consequences of that power if it's corrupted.

We have the man that corrupted that power.

He's locked in that room.

Well, now, apparently, there's another one who's not.

- He's bluffing. We don't know that.

It's George.

Find out where he is, and get him back here.

Where the hell are you?

I don't want you to panic, but...

Where are you?

Romania.

What are you doing in Romania?

Uh, I'm pursuing a lead. Listen, Archie,

it's Shiv.

I think he's got himself into trouble.

Why do you think that?

Well, remember that time me and him went to visit Rebrov?

Well, he was really drunk and he kept on talking

about not living with regrets.

Now, he's got himself into something he couldn't get out of.

Anyway, he kept mentioning Blackbird.

Blackbird?

Yeah, and I just ran it as a keyword search

through his bank account.

Are you in a car chase?

- No. George.

I'm not in a fucking car chase. Just listen.

The search brought up a bunch of payments

to an encrypted source, and...

it's Janet.

He's been sending money through her.

Rebrov Janet?

Yeah, they're still in contact.

If you need it verified, get Ryan or someone

to bring up the payments. It's all in there.

- Ryan's dead. What?

Ryan's dead.

- Rebrov killed him. Jesus.

Where's Shiv now?

He gave me the slip,

but I'm trying to catch up with him.

George, if you had your suspicions,

you should've come to me first.

You don't just go out into the field on your own.

Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.

I just got this wrong.

You almost certainly are wrong.

Just don't do anything stupid.

And don't approach him if you see him.

- I'm gonna call you back. Yeah, okay.

George is in Romania.

- He went there after... - Shiv.

Rebrov says Shiv is the mole.

Shiv would never betray The Lazarus.

I used to say that about Rebrov.

Whereas I know Shiv better than anyone.

He wouldn't do this.

I don't care what you feel or what you think I care about.

Facts. I want data. Is George still trailing him.

He lost him.

Well, tell him to find him again. Quickly.

We're being betrayed.

I'd rather know about it now than further down the line

when I've got a gun in my back.

Yes, ma'am.

Shiv is the mole?

Always the ones you least expect, isn't it?

No. It's always the ones you most expect.

This is real life.

Not an Agatha fucking Christie story.

He never got over it, you know?

What happened with me and Janet...

our lad.

It's eating away at me.

But what do you think it's done to him?

I know Shiv...

better than anyone.

I'm gonna find out what's really going on here.

You do that.

You find out what's really going on here.

Start scratching at the surface, Archie.

It's taken you long enough.

So, only special people are aware

when time jumps backwards.

Yes.

And you're one of them.

- Yes. - But I'm not.

Not yet.

It's all really just a matter of perception.

Most people's brains can't process the time jump,

so they reject the memories of the time they've lost.

A small dose of this will open up your mind

just enough to jog misplaced memories to the surface.

I can show you all the time you've lived and forgotten.

- If you want. - Why wouldn't I want that?

It can get messy.

I can do messy.

I've no doubt.

You're 23.

In your lifetime, we've reset 15 times.

I'm doing a combined total of roughly 98 months.

About eight years.

That's a lot of experiences.

You do this and you're gonna start

remembering things from those years.

Sometimes it'll drip feed, but more often come all at once.

We call this the wave.

The wave?

Like a wave "hello" to your old memories?

Like a sensory tsunami hitting your brain

with experiences and emotions you have no idea you had.

That doesn't sound good.

Well, it really depends on what happened to you

in the time that got wiped away.

Archie...

it's going to be disorientating.

Your mind is going to try and cope with a huge

influx of data that, frankly,

we're not genetically programmed to be able to understand.

It's gonna feel like you're lucid dreaming.

Like you just took acid and got the world's worst deja vu

at the same time.

I mean, you know, for the record,

that I still don't believe any of this is true.

Don't you?

Mm.

I do.

Don't move.

All right, all right, all right.

Just...

Yeah?

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! Oh...

Fuck!

You really think it's true about Shiv?

- That he's a mob? - Of course he's not.

Until we have undeniable proof,

every eventuality is on the table.

He's Pavlov's mole.

What?

Pavlov was this guy who had a dog in a box

with a cyanide pill.

He reasoned the dog could either be alive or dead,

but until he opened the box to check, he didn't know.

So, arguably, the dog was both alive and dead.

That's Pavlov's dog.

But in this case, Pavlov's mole because...

Shiv might be a mole.

That's Schrodinger's cat. You dumb idiot.

Schrodinger had a cat in a box.

Pavlov is a guy who rang a bell every time he fed his dog.

What the hell are you talking about?

You know, whatever it is, please, God, make it stop.

I don't care what anyone says,

Shiv would never betray us.

Romania.

Gotcha.

Oh, for fuck sake.

You fucking dickhead.

Stop. Stop.

Yeah. You know what that is, yeah?

That dizziness.

That's concussion, mate.

Who are you?

Here to see a man about a bomb.

You're the Lost Glory?

What's fucking left of them?

Shit.

Archie. Archie.

I can show you all the time you've lived and forgotten.

There's been an attack on Iraq.

The simplest of things make the biggest difference.

- Out of the way, mate! Move! Get out of the way!

Who knows? Maybe the very act of me

eating that burrito might change the world.

- Who the fuck you? - I'm Shiv.

What do you want?

I came to tell you you're getting pulled out.

We need Cunningham to stay where he is.

No.

Cunningham's got links to organized crime

throughout Europe and the Middle East.

He's involved in the smuggling of drugs, weapons and people.

And today he leaned across me and blew a man's brains out.

You want me to back off him?

- Yes. Why?

I can't tell you.

Twelve months work down the drain.

A murderer going free.

And you're out of tea bags.

And you always bring a thermos

when you break into someone's house?

That's a bad night.

- Can you leave my flat, please? Of course.

This visit has occurred to see you understand...

we're not asking, we're telling.

Hey, look who's back.

- Whoa! George Cunningham,

you're under arrest for murder,

extortion, terror offenses...

- You fucking grass!

Read the room, Gary.

I'm not messing about it, gentlemen.

You're fired, of course. Whether that will be...

Archie.

It was the guy in the burrito truck did it for you, wasn't it?

Just out of interest...

if you could go back and keep your job...

I'd do the same thing again.

Okay.

That's good to know.

His men believed to have been

involved with organized crimes

was killed in a shoot-out last night.

George Edward Cunningham, 47, from Lucien

was returning home when two men fired at him with a shot gun.

Police are assuming that the murder was gang related.

Due to Cunningham's close links to several prominent organized

crime groups.

The investigation is ongoing and no arrests have been made.

Who are you?

I'm the caretaker.

Of the bomb?

No, this shitty farmhouse!

Yes, of the bomb.

Why'd you attack me?

I thought you were an intruder.

No, I'm from the Lost Glory.

Already arranged to pick up Big Boy from here, anyway.

Yeah, I just didn't think you were from the glory.

Why not?

Well, as I understand it,

one of the Lost Glory's founding principles...

is the reinstatement of a white,

ethno-nationalist government in a pure Aryan State.

Yeah, we dropped all that.

Yeah? - Yeah.

It was an old idea. We're more inclusive now.

Oh.

- Good for you. - What's your name?

Rudy.

I'm George.

So, you have to detonate her?

Mm-hmm.

Show me.

Show me the bomb.

The bomb is ten miles away.

I've got a car.

We're gonna have to trust each other.

Of course.

- So, where's the money? - The... the... What?

The rest of the money.

You only wired half.

I have assurances, the Lost Glory always pays their way.

Oh, we... we... we told you we'd give you the other half...

once you showed us the bomb.

Of course. As discussed.

As discussed.

So, would you like to see it?

I didn't come all this way not to.

I already ate.

- It's a symbolic burrito. - Mm-hmm.

Alright, I'll have it if you really don't want to.

I'll have it.

How was the wave?

Enlightening.

Cunningham's dead.

Doesn't that mess with your plan?

Well, I said I needed him out of jail.

I didn't say I needed him alive.

Shiv. - I didn't have him killed.

Don't lie to me.

Have I lied to you so far?

No.

- But it doesn't mean you won't. - No...

It doesn't mean I won't.

Wow.

What'd you think?

That must be the bomb.

Yes, it is.

Like in the movies.

Yeah. - Maybe he's been paid for

with big fucking bombs.

And you have the detonator.

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

So, this is mine.

I, I... I mean the Lost Glory's.

We own this now.

Yes.

I want to blow it up.

Excuse me?

Like, as soon as possible, I want to blow it up.

Now?

Tonight, yeah.

Look, man, what you choose to do with it

is your business.

I'm just the caretaker.

But, you know, you blow it up here,

you're just gonna vaporize a lot of cows and dairy farms.

- Right. Just, you know,

seems like a waste.

No, I mean... You're right.

Let's move it.

Where?

Ruthenia.

Now, can you help me get it across the border?

Yeah, I can help you transport it.

And then take you to the detonation site.

What's the detonation site?

It's any site

outside the blast radius of this giant fucking bomb

you're gonna set off.

Right.

Okay, let's go.