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Why did this take us so long?

What was he like,

- the bloke you were down there with? - Why are you asking me that?

'Cause I'm pretty certain he worked undercover.

- Nate's a spy? - I'm trying to find out who for.

And where he is now.

Mr Sutherland, this is Yadira Al-Bilal,

I'm being held prisoner by my brother.

Please, I have no-one to turn to. Please...

Please, help me to escape.

He's wheeling me out there like hate-figure.

Home Secretary Obasi has issued a statement

announcing his resignation from the cabinet.

Gerald! Always a pleasure to see our friends at Condor.

I have no doubt the government will endeavour

to ensure we remain as such.

What else are governments for?

I'm looking for Polly Wright.

You're angry, I understand that.

She's dead, Dad.

- I need a favour. - What's going on?

There's been an armed robbery at the Defence Expo.

They've stolen a military grade ballistic weapon.

And we've just received a ransom demand, or else they start firing.

We need fuel.

So do I.

Stomach thinks my throat's been cut.

The controversial Civil Disturbance Bill

faces renewed scrutiny

following the shock resignation of Home Secretary Joseph Obasi

and the resolution of the unprecedented police strike.

Questions remain for Mr Sutherland over the apparent U-turn

in pressing charges against Officer Matthew Gilbert.

- Cash or card? - He's alleged to have been involved

in the death of activist Polly Wright...

How long's this gonna take?

They want that bloody thing back

and they're not gonna find us, so...

we just hole up in the woods and wait.

Not exactly.

Just ask the government for something, you don't get shit.

We're not here to wait.

What the fuck, then?

We need to change their perspective.

And change...

... takes action.

Received on an encrypted channel.

To mitigate fear within the public, we are, obviously,

dealing with this matter with strict secrecy.

So we have confirmed that there was a minor disturbance

at the site of the Defence Expo,

but nothing more than a false alarm

to which security responded immediately and without incident.

What could be less suspicious.

Given the circumstances,

Counter Terror will be taking command.

I'm sure most of you know CT Director Ben Fanshawe.

We believe the weapon was taken by three men.

The van they fled in was found burnt out in a construction site,

we're examining all CCTV in the area,

- but at this stage... - You don't know who they are.

We have yet to identify suspects.

But from the sophisticated skillset involved in the robbery,

it's likely they've received some form of training:

military or paramilitary.

Isis, Nazis, Provos?

We're entertaining all possibilities.

They're threatening consequences.

What kind of consequences can this weapon inflict?

The Damocles XR is a next-generation

precision-guided munition,

far exceeding anything currently available in accuracy and range...

I'm not asking for a sales pitch. I want to know how many people

this bloody thing can kill if we don't get it back.

In a populated area, a single thermobaric round...

hundreds of casualties.

We have footage from field-testing.

The 25km range of the weapon means it can be fired,

dismantled, moved, fired again

before the first shell has even landed.

Field testing. Where?

Damocles was developed as part of the Saladin programme.

Some prototypes have been deployed by the Shirasian Land Forces

in suppressing the Peninsula rebellion.

But, let me be categorical, what you've seen is only achievable

with bespoke shells.

Without them, Damocles is useless.

And there were no munitions stored with the weapon.

Are you telling us we're treating this as a three-alarm fire,

when what they've half-inched is less lethal than a pea-shooter?

We can't be certain they don't have access to munition rounds,

they seem to know what they wanted to steal.

Or they might intend to market the weapon to others who do.

Since we're of course contemplating

very worst case consequences, just to venture,

I assume paying the demand is... out of the question?

I would simply urge you to consider

all options to recover the weapon.

Quite aside from its destructive capacity,

Damocles is a highly classified munition,

as the Saladin programme is highly classified.

The weapon will be recovered

and those responsible brought to justice. Isn't that correct?

We have all resources focussed to that end, Prime Minister.

- Yeah? - We are tracking the suspect...

Comment? Comment on what?

A friend got me this.

Fuck's sake, Dan.

You didn't say nothing about no fucking rounds.

I said we'd take action.

Jesus, Dan.

What the bloody hell are you thinking?

I felt unwell. Robert steadied me.

Oh, that's the line, is it? Very convincing.

We've identified the officer who sold the photo,

- and he's being reassigned. - Well, that'll do wonders

for our relations with the constabulary.

When Ruin Britannia had us on the brink and you walked out,

I trotted over like a spaniel to fetch you back,

and I did it...

for the sake of your leadership of this country.

I did not put myself on the line to keep your pecker up.

How dare you!

I don't give a shit if the pair of you are rutting

up and down the walls,

but the last thing we need is gossip.

More than ever we need to look like a government in control.

The Police are almost broken,

there's a rocket-launcher on the loose,

and the PM's dear daughter is still at risk of a very

- extended gap-year in chokey? - Get the fuck out of my office!

Oh, what leadership!

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Yes?

Eleanor's calling a COBRA.

Now.

I'm done.

Nate?

It's me.

- I'm here. - I know it was you.

- All those people you killed. - I never meant to kill anyone.

I need out. You're gonna help me.

I'm not helping you, you fucking murderer.

You are gonna help.

You're gonna help because what I know, what I can prove,

it means you get off the hook. You, Henry Wicks, Planet,

Resistance. Everything's a commodity and this is a trade.

I need a new life. New name.

Immunity.

Then go to the police. Turn yourself in.

You're not that stupid.

I need to disappear like a ghost. For that I need spooks.

You tell your dad to make it happen.

And you're off the hook, just how you like it.

- I can't do that. - You'll do it.

And if you screw me...

if I go down, I'm taking you with me.

'Cos you were my co-conspirator.

D'you understand?

Jesus fucking Christ.

We received a communication via the same channel,

a video-feed online at 10:00 hours.

We have not received payment as requested.

You leave us no choice but to demonstrate our will.

- It's loaded. - They have ammunition.

- Where are they?! - We don't know.

Bon appétit, fuckers.

What can we do?

We're getting reports of an explosion.

It's an unpopulated area,

it's remote.

Point of impact within a secure military test range.

Dundrennan.

That's Dundrennan Range.

Do we now have your full-fucking-attention?

Price has doubled. 60 million.

Or at 18:00 today,

we pull the trigger again.

And this time...

... you'll feel it.

That GPS, what is it?

It's 10 Downing Street.

What if they call your bluff?

Bluff?

We ain't blowing up Downing Street.

- That's on them, isn't it. - Fucking hell, Dan.

This was meant to be an easy deal. We jack it, we sell it.

Yeah and now you're getting double.

If they don't call bluff.

Look, they know what we have and what we can do.

Do you really think they want this to get out?

They'll deal with it quiet,

the shadows, the way they do all their dirty work,

because they fucking NEED to.

And then we're out, we're gone.

Ghosts at dawn.

He's right, Roddy.

Remnants of the mortar shell have been recovered

and with the help of technicians from Condor Aerotech,

analysis of the targeting chip

has allowed us to obtain the firing location.

We've examined all traffic cameras and CCTV in the area,

and we believe these are the parties responsible.

Rod and Finn McQuarrie; brothers.

Respectively, former Corporal

and Lance Corporal, Royal Logistics Core.

Is this a sodding joke?

Three tours of Afghan each. Discharged five years ago.

You're seriously claiming our boys are behind this?

Their return to civilian society proved a challenge.

Convictions for affray and attempted robbery.

Finn's gambling addiction left him homeless.

Rod spent 18 months in a psychiatric ward.

And the third?

Daniel Goddard.

Special-bloody-Forces?!

Until seven years ago. Then a period of unemployment.

Until he took up with a private military company

operating in the Shirasian Peninsula.

Returned to the UK April, 2021,

and he is the father of Polly Wright.

So that's what this is about? Revenge?

This isn't some moral crusade. It's extortion.

We know who they are, we can find them.

- Do we warn the public? - Do we fuck.

I'm not having three batshit-broken-down squaddies

giving the woke-wank brigade another excuse

to pillory the Forces.

If it gets out that Goddard's the father of...

We don't want him turned into some kind of folk hero.

Politics not-withstanding,

from a security standpoint,

we'd urge maximum secrecy to be maintained.

We're collaborating with Audrey and Civil Contingency

to manage evacuation plans to that end.

I didn't know who else I could ask for help.

At the risk of suggesting the obvious... your dad?

- Look, if Nate's prepared to come in... - That's the point.

Maybe Nate is ready to speak up, give the truth.

Do you really believe for a second my dad's prepared

to listen, to act on it?

He isn't interested in the truth,

or justice, only in covering his arse.

- I don't trust him. - Ellie, I think you need...

Did you know he was fucking Anna Marshall?

No, I mean...

I saw the picture this morning, like everyone else.

For all we know, they could've been at it long before

- my mum had the sense to walk out. - No, Ellie, I don't think...

We have to get what Nate knows on record.

Not just for my sake, but for the sake of Planet Resistance.

Please help me.

The hunt is ongoing,

but I'm afraid we've not yet located them.

I have every confidence that we will.

But in the interest of mitigating risk,

we need to take measures to secure the area.

We've modified pre-existing plans

with a view of maximising discretion.

Evacuation across the potential target zone

and sealing off the surrounding streets.

How exactly is this discreet?

We will use the cover of a suspected gas leak.

Which gives us how long before the public realise

it's not gas they smell, but bullshit?

OK.

There may come a point

where we have to issue a security alert,

should our efforts to apprehend the men...

If I may...

I've had some further discussion with Gerald Kendrick,

and Condor Aerotech want to offer every possible means of assistance.

Naturally they understand, in principle,

the government will never negotiate with terrorists.

But given such extreme and urgent circumstances.

Condor itself would be prepared to meet the financial demand

for return of the Damocles weapon.

Quite simply, they want to help.

Or...

Or they've calculated that 60 million is nothing

compared to what they stand to lose if their weapon and all of Saladin

gets the wrong kind of attention.

Aren't we are the party of enterprise?

I think we can dismiss this out of hand.

- Eleanor? - As I said,

I am certain that we will find these men

and bring them to justice.

However, hypothetically,

were we to find ourselves in a situation

in which national security was at stake...

well, it would hardly be the first time,

in extremis, that we'd engaged proxies.

As I'm sure the Foreign Office could neither confirm nor deny.

Except these aren't the palms Condor is used to greasing.

The men who stole Damocles

are just as likely to see caving into their demands

as a sign of weakness, and demand more.

And even if paying them worked...

foreign backchannels are one thing, but we don't shit where we eat.

You can't dip your fingers in the dirt, Robert,

and expect them to keep them clean.

To sanction that payment could be unsurvivably compromising

if Condor chose to exploit it.

- And why would they? - Enterprise?

Or maybe they're just prepared to do what it takes

to protect this country before the fucking wheels come off entirely.

And at the very least...

It might buy us some time.

Is this really on the table?

It's an option we won't need to take.

But...

Given the nature of the situation...

it could remain an option.

Begin the evacuation.

Quickly, please. Quickly.

Keep moving. Thank you very much.

Did you get the folder?

What the hell am I supposed to pack?

Fresh shirt? Hard hat?

I don't know. Anything precious, I suppose, just in case.

Robert, we need to go.

This building's stood for 340 years.

Good innings. Deserves a toast.

- Should we pay them? - No.

Archie's right.

God, I hate saying that.

What am I leaving behind?

- Well, the scotch for starters. - No, I'm not talking about that.

When I passed the Civil Disturbance Bill

I thought I was protecting people.

The country.

After Firestorm, I wanted stability, security.

Authority, not... authoritarianism.

You've hardly turned the country into a police state.

I've turned it into something.

And it deserves better, Anna.

I mean, all a Prime Minister has to do

is leave the place better than they found it.

Not in literal-fucking-rubble.

We cannot pay them.

I can't just sit here hoping against hope

that we find these men in time. I-I can't.

If this place falls...

if it's razed to the ground on my watch,

I need to know I did everything possible to stop it.

Good afternoon.

Some of you may be aware of a disturbance

currently affecting the Whitehall area.

Inevitably, there is speculation as to the situation.

And I wish to clarify the matter.

The government has been threatened with an act of extreme violence

targeted at 10 Downing Street,

unless we meet the terrorists' demands.

We will not do this.

We will never bend

to the will of terrorists.

Now, I am making this announcement both to protect the public

and also to ask for your help.

These men are armed and dangerous.

If you see them, please call 999 immediately.

He's got some balls.

But I don't need to tell you that.

To the terrorists themselves, I say this:

We know who you are,

and the net is closing.

Turn yourselves in... now.

You were once men of honour,

of valour.

But you have taken a path to shame,

ignominy, disgrace.

And if you refuse to step off that path...

you will face not only the most absolute justice,

but the harshest judgement

of your country,

and of history.

Oh, no. Fuck no!

What?

Change your mind about that burger?

- Turn around. Hide your face. - What?

Get back in the car. We're fucking blown.

Vis-à-vis your little intervention earlier...

I'm quite sure it says in your contract, right at the top:

If I want your opinion, I'll fucking ask for it.

I'm not sure, as far as Condor Aerotech is concerned,

you're being entirely objective.

I beg your pardon?

I don't want to scratch the wound, old boy,

but... Well, Steven.

You told me your son was killed

in a live-fire training exercise.

I was curious, and I...

It was a Condor Aerotech tank, wasn't it?

Turret malfunction. Design flaw. Bloody tragedy, of course.

But... something that might incline a fellow

to, you know, bear a grudge.

Get out of my office.

Or I'll show you what a fucking grudge looks like.

Y'know, it's funny...

When I first came to work for you, in your office,

it was all about your grudge against Robert Sutherland.

Yours and mine.

But something's really filed your teeth right down, hasn't it Archie?

Hard to snarl with a gobful

of fucking stumps, isn't it?

You sad old fossil.

Ah fuck. Our faces are everywhere.

We can't go to the house.

We'll never make it there without being seen.

It's alright. I know another place we can use.

For what?!

Cup of tea, sarnie, wait to get paid.

You heard Sutherland. He isn't paying shit. We're fucked!

This whole thing is fucked!

I'm done.

Roddy? Roddy, wait, just...

- You're done, yeah? - Yeah. I'm fucking done.

- How? - Wait, just...

No, hang on. Where you gonna go? Huh?

You have nothing.

We have nothing.

- We ARE nothing. - Shut the fuck up, Dan!

Listen, Dan's always looked out for us, Roddy.

All those years. No matter what.

He's NEVER let us down.

Right?

Alright?

So if he thinks we can still do this...

We can. Sutherland'll pay.

Alright?

He thinks he can stare us down.

And what do we never do?

Blink.

C'mon.

The entire potential blast-zone has been cleared and sealed.

The Situation Room's prepared and secured.

So we scurry underground.

It's a command centre, not a hideout.

They're waiting to brief you.

Prime Minister, final preparations

for the 18:00 deadline are in progress.

It's time.

- Dan... - No.

We're not doing it.

They haven't paid. We're doing it.

Deal's a deal.

It's gone too far, Dan. We can't...

Who do you think you're protecting?

Huh?

A fucking government that chewed you up and spat you out?

Took away your life, your pride...

Not all of it.

And I'll keep hold of what's left.

We're not fucking doing it.

Then don't. Fuck off.

I needed you to help me steal it. I don't need you to help me fire it.

How you gonna get away? Huh?

Given that any fucking thought?

Our boat out of here's doubled in price 'cause of all the heat.

How you gonna pay for that? Huh?

Passports? Or anything?

We'll turn ourselves in. We'll give back the weapon.

You go, go. The weapon stays.

- Dan... - Don't make this awkward.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Dan.

Confirm, all designated zones sealed, all units deployed.

Copy that, thank you.

Airspace over London has been cleared.

We're out of time.

There's no sign of discharge.

Nothing on the drones,

nothing on radar.

Did they back down?

We've received a message.

_

Funds? What funds?

WHAT FUNDS?!

It's all there. 60 million.

Now go.

- What are you talking about? - Boat's waiting. Go!

No, no, no, no. Come on!

We got what we came for. We leave the weapon,

- we get the boat. We're fucking done. - No.

You've got what you wanted. You're done.

I'm just getting started.

With what?!

Let's see.

Total ban on arms sales to those bastards in Shirasia.

War crimes investigation in the Peninsula.

And...

Sutherland's resignation...

as a nice little cherry.

That's not just money. It's fear.

We made 'em weak, made 'em bleed.

Dan, it's over.

D'you think Polly would want this?

- Don't say her name. - It's not gonna bring her back!

This is not about what I can bring back.

- It's about what I can bring down. - I thought I was a fuck-up,

but you're all gone.

- Rod! - You can fucking swim for it.

Don't!

Put it down, Dan.

Put it down!

Please. Just put it down.

Tell your brother. Or I'm gonna shoot him.

- Finn! - Fucking pop him!

Dan, please don't make me fucking do this.

I told you not to make it awkward.

Finn!

Fuck!

I just...

I just wanted to make you stop.

I can't stop.

Against my explicit directive,

Condor Aerotech paid the fucking ransom.

Did anyone at this table know in advance of their intention

to utterly disregard my authority?

Why would I?

Your argued for it very keenly.

Because it seemed a viable course of action.

I had no idea Condor would decide to pay unilaterally.

But it does rather seem to have worked, doesn't it?

Police responded to gunfire

at a warehouse near the Isle of Dogs.

They found Rod and Finn McQuarrie, both shot dead.

And there's blood suggesting Dan Goddard

may be seriously wounded.

There was no sign of him... or the Damocles weapon.

Tell us again how well it worked, why don't you?

Well it's still fucking standing, isn't it?

Given Goddard and the weapon are still at large,

we have to assume a threat remains.

Christ, I thought it couldn't get any worse!

Let me out of this pit!

Prime Minister, a house is being prepared,

till it's safe for you to return to Downing Street.

I'll be making my position extremely clear

to Gerald Kendrick in due course.

But the arrogance and insubordination of his company?

Well, it makes me think the cosy relationship

between my government and Condor Aerotech...

might be long overdue reappraisal.

It's a pathetic attempt to discredit and smear.

No, of course it isn't bloody true!

The officer who sold the photo...

He's claimed he was demoted in revenge,

gone on record saying he saw me go up to the flat at night

and come down again in the morning.

We can rebuff it.

Say we were working late, I slept in Ellie's room, but...

But?

This isn't helping us right now.

So rebuff it.

Nate.

- Fuck are you doing here? - Ellie sent me to help.

- Where are the spooks? - I came alone.

I told her not to fuck me over.

Wait, wait, wait. Listen to me. Ellie wants to help you. So do I.

You can give us leverage. If you tell me what you know,

I can use parliamentary privilege, we can go public.

You think I give a shit...

about what's right? About exposing evil-doers?

I told Ellie what I would tra...

You brought them here.

They've got into your phone, you stupid bitch!

Close your eyes.

I am exceptionally keen to complete my orderly evacuation

and go home to a snifter of Armagnac.

So this better be bloody important.

I'd say it qualifies.

A thumb-drive was delivered to our embassy in Shirasia,

marked for the PM's urgent attention.

Highly classified military files.

And this...

Military files pertaining to... ?

A massive escalation of hostilities in the Peninsula.

For all Samir's promises to abandon his father's war

and pursue peace,

these are plans for a fresh campaign.

Full deployment of the artillery acquired through the Saladin deal,

with the goal of annexing the entire region.

And they're authentic?

- You're certain? - We are.

And as such, I think it's best

to discuss how to advise the Prime Minister.

- In what sense, precisely? - Well, how to proceed.

We cannot jeopardise Saladin,

much less our future relationship with the Shirasians.

Are you suggesting we bury it?

How do you rate our prospects of ongoing intelligence co-operation

if it gets out that Robert and Princess-bloody-Yadira are pen-pals?

Losing Saladin, and Shirasian investment

would create a black hole, yes, but holes can be filled.

But if we end up facilitating war-crimes...

it could put us in a very different,

much deeper hole.

It's Robert's decision.

And how would you rate the prowess of Robert's decisions lately?

I don't think I've ever seen Robert so angry.

He was a bloody fool to make it public.

There's no stability there, Gerald.

Will we have to pay more?

- We cannot allow that weapon... - Two of the thieves are dead,

the other badly wounded, they think shot.

They'll probably find him bled out in the gutter any minute now.

You might even get your money back.

Even so, Robert may be about to cause you a lot of trouble.

We've had some intelligence.

Shirasian military plans.

Of course we're not supposed to have it,

and this conversation never took place.

But Robert won't like it.

And there could be ramifications.

For Saladin.

How would you suggest we manage it?

Well, we have to play the hand we're dealt.

That said...

I want to make it very clear

that a new Prime Minister,

one with genuine fresh vision for this country,

at the forefront of the world stage,

could take a firm position that Saladin,

and our ongoing strategic and commercial relationship

with Shirasia, is an imperative asset.

But how reliably could we believe such a fresh vision

might take office sooner rather than later?

Well that depends on the degree and nature of support

she could count on.

Very subtle, Robert.

That should throw the hacks right off.

I just couldn't stay in that house.

And I kept thinking...

- Why are we denying this? - You know why.

It just isn't viable.

I mean, politically.

Isn't it?

How much can it truly hurt?

Have you been drinking?

No!

Well, let's start.

I won't scurry in the shadows, Anna.

And I will not be forced to choose between you and the job.

Oh, Robert, it's...

When were you going to tell me you were job-seeking?

After our first night together, I had to at least know

what my options would be in case of...

in case of exactly what's bloody happened.

And might I ask you,

how you're currently weighing those options?

- Robert, I don't want... - I've already told you,

I will not be forced to choose between you...

or the job.

It's already cost me my family.

I will not allow it to cost me you.

And just to remind you, I saw the country through Ruin Britannia.

I stood on the cliff-edge of Armageddon.

I saw it through the solar flare, I stared down the fucking sun.

And I'm still here.

This... you and me...

- this won't hurt me, hurt us. - Oh, for God's sake!

Will you please think clearly for one fucking second?!

You know how they'll play this.

And I will not be the one that brings you down.

You cannot be so reckless to think we can just go on like this.

You cannot stare down everything we're facing

and just say, "Fuck it, let's dance."

Robert.

Prime Minister!

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