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Contact! Gunshots!

- Run, Tommy!
- Come on!

Downey! Run!

Hey!

- The fuck?
- What?

I thought I should learn to defend myself,
considering the company.

No, no, no! Fuck. Give it to me.

The plugs are still in.

Blow your fucking arm off.

Wasting fucking ammunition.

- All right.
- Someone could've heard it.

Get in and drive.

And drive where exactly?

Looking for this?

Fuck.

Stop fucking playing games.

I'm sorry?

I'm not the one playing games when
Dinah's out there being used as a pawn.

You haven't got a clue
what you're talking about.

What do you intend on doing
once you've had your big shoot-out?

What? Keep on running?

What kind of life is that
for a five-year-old?

And what if your plan fails?

Then at least I tried!

Look, why don't you do a deal
or something, you know?

Turn yourself in if they promise
to hand her over. Like a hostage swap.

Hand her over to who?

- To you?
- No.

I don't know. Just haven't…

Haven't you got family or something?

You still haven't got to grips
with who we're dealing with, have you?

They will keep her alive
as a tethered goat for me.

And then they will kill her.

Well, then turning on this phone
is the only chance we have

to find out where she is.

Okay.

Do it.

Got a shitload of missed calls from A.

Do you know who that is?

No.

Call back.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm sure.

- Pick up.
- Come on.

The light has shone on you tonight

But I'll go walking through
The darkened streets alone

And fall asleep with a smile

Saving my pennies
'Cause the oracle told me so…

I've learned to trust my head to turn

Fuck sake.

Yeah. If the…

If the early bird catches the worm,
then I'm your worm.

Hi. Thanks for coming so early.

Right. No worries. I'm a morning worm, so…

Yeah, well. That's a good thing.
Come on in.

It's in here.

You didn't have to clean for me.

Well, you know,
thought I'd make a good first impression.

So this is a booty call.

Oh, God. Sorry, I thought we were riffing.

Sorry, what?

Deeply flattered though I am, Wayno,

this is more of a job interview situation.

Yeah. I-I was just checking,

'cause you know,
you wouldn't say anything on the text,

- so…
- Yeah, no. Okay.

So, what do you know
about cracking laptop passwords?

- Online or offline?
- Offline.

Well, I mean there's a range of attack
approaches depending on the situ.

You could go…

You could go brute-force, dictionary,
mask, spidering, SQL injection.

- You still talking IT?
- Yeah.

Okay. Well, can we go for brute-force?
I like the sound of that.

How… What's that require?

Just the right hacking software,

- and then trial and error.
- Uh-huh.

How long it takes
depends on how strong the password is.

Okay.
So you've done this before obviously?

But it is not rocket science.

Hello, Dinah.

You all right?

Where's the…

The, you know, the nurse lady woman?

Nurse lady has got a name.

It's Steph. All right? It's Steph.

Dinah, can you tell the man
what you said to me, please?

- I want my mummy.
- Of course.

Well, how's teddy? Is he okay like you?

I am sure he is.

Do you wanna go get your book for me?

How long have we got to be here?

It's so cold.

And there are mice.

- Rats. Huge rats.
- So?

There we go.

Is that Dottie the Dinosaur?

That's my son, Milo's, favorite book.
Yeah.

I'm a little dinosaur, tall and stout.

Here's my wings, and wait for it…

here's my snout.

It's funny, isn't it?

Will you go read on the bed for me, Dinah?

Yeah, sorry, you've got a kid?

Where are Dinah's mum and dad?

Why are we here?

Her mum is…

You know,
you are there in a safeguarding capacity

until the reason we put her there
has been dealt with.

- Thank you.
- And when will that be?

And where is she gonna go after this?

Imagine that she was your child.

Oi, are you listening?

The kid needs to eat.

And we need toilet paper.

- Really badly.
- Yeah, can we go get some?

No, you don't leave
under any circumstances.

Just…

use newspaper.

Well, we…

we can't make a kid eat newspaper.

Not for the kid, for…

I'll get in touch with my guys in the
village, and they'll bring you supplies.

He's gone.

Yeah. Thumbs fucking up, Hamster.

You won't see me again.

Well, it was nice knowing you.

How long
were you and your husband together?

A lifetime.

Were you still in love?

That's a really personal question, Wayne.
Could you focus on the task, please?

- Yeah, sorry.
- Thank you.

Yeah, it's just…

It's just that I never have been.

At least not like…

where the other person loves you back.

Yeah.

I just don't seem to progress in the old…

romance academy.

It'll happen.

You wait.
Just don't expect a bolt from the blue.

Sometimes it just creeps up.

Oh, shit. I think I'm in.

Do you know what you're looking for?

Maybe. Try that.

Click on that one. Downey's file.

"Sergeant, Royal Bicester…

Initial symptoms showed burning,
muscle spasms, breathing difficulty…"

Jesus.

What is all this?

This is the reason
my husband was murdered.

This is what those bastards were up to.

- They were lab rats.
- That's brutal.

Wait. That…

Look. That looks like the tattoo
on the John Doe in the morgue.

Yeah, look, these…

These burns, they look chemical.

I've seen it on bodies before.

We had this farmer who spilt a gallon
of anhydrous ammonia all over himself.

It was grim.

Somebody is trying very hard to make sure
this horror show doesn't get out.

They murdered Joe
'cause he was getting close.

- Sarah's next.
- Who's Sarah?

She's the person
who dug my husband's grave.

And much though I'd like to give her
a shiny shovel to dig her own,

finding her and the bloke she is with

is my best chance at getting back
at these bastards.

Don't you look at that anymore.
It's just fucking horrible.

Can you open that?
I need to see what's on that video.

- Can you unlock it?
- Yeah, I can try. Again, it depends on

- what software they're using--
- Don't care. Just copy it onto that.

I gotta see a doctor.

Help yourself to any food and drink.

Well, actually, not that there is any,
unless you like cat food.

I think Betty's fucked off for good.

Hold on. Am I meant to just…

stay here, or…

So that one or… Oh, well,
it's gotta be the pink, isn't it?

- Look at that. Lovely, lovely.
- It's quite nice with it. Yes.

- Is that spring wind?
- That one? No, that's jasmine.

- Absolutely lovely.
- I'll order some.

Oh, gosh. Bit embarrassing.

You've caught me focusing
on absolutely essential government issues,

like picking out throws
and smelly candles.

Vast improvement.

The previous Defense Secretary's decor
was a touch Gulag.

Well, I think the less said
about my predecessor the better.

- Had his moments.
- Did he, though?

Nothing like a reshuffle
to shake things up. Come through.

This is my superstar Special Advisor,
Cheski.

You don't mind if she sits in with us,
do you?

- Of course.
- Here.

Now, look. I am aware
that we are at rather different ends

of the transparency
and accountability spectrum.

Now, I tell everyone everything, and you…
you're a little bit more Kate Moss.

Sorry?

Never apologize. Never explain.

I see.

I believe that quote comes
from the Duke of Wellington.

It was Benjamin Disraeli actually,
but who cares.

The point is
I've been going through the old files.

Redacted and full fat.

I know. Speed-reading, girly swot.

But I just wanted to check with you

that if we are pushing the Chancellor for
added Research and Development funds,

that there are no dodgy deals lurking,

or God forbid, any British-made weapons
killing innocent people abroad.

Absolutely nothing to worry about.

Perfect.

Great!

Great.

It's just good
to get a rapport going, isn't it?

And I'm so glad we finally managed
to grab that chat.

We must do it every week.
Stay on the same page.

Fuck.

God, he gives me serious Voldemort vibes.

Do we trust him?

I gather your predecessor left him alone
to practice his dark arts.

Not anymore.

Malik, give me good news or fuck off.

Good news.

Has this Zoë Boehm woman been scared off?

I've made sure
she won't be troubling us again, sir.

She better not.

You need to get
the Silvermann body buried pronto.

Can't just have it
hanging around the morgue

with a tag on its toe marked "evidence."

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you, Larry.

- What about Crane?
- Amos Crane's been dealt with.

I'm putting the freelancers
on finding Downey.

His van's been abandoned in the Cotswolds.
The woman is likely still with him.

I'm making a plan.

We can work out
what to do with the kid later.

Well, your freelancers have been busy,
haven't they?

Did they send proof of Crane?

Yes, I told the freelancers
to send me a photo.

Sir?

Christ or Lazarus?

Not sure which is the better comparison.

Well, Big J, I suppose.

'Cause I make miracles happen.

Malik wanted you offed. I didn't.

Little Hamster thinks he's a top,
but we both know he's an eternal bottom.

It was you that okayed it.

Wasn't it?

I know how valuable you've been…
can still be to us.

I have a family.

Axel was my family.

Downey killed him,
so now I have to kill Downey.

It's very simple on that level.

Yeah, I can see that.

My little brother kept meticulous records
of every job he ever did.

He wrote it all down
in his little red book.

It wouldn't be best look for you
if that leaked.

What do you want?

Why thank you for asking.

I want a flight, and a fat pension.

In return, I send Downey
to where the kid's being taken.

And then I clean it up,
away from any eyes.

You clean this up,
you can have anything you want.

Gentlemen make gentlemen's agreements.

Can't believe you make the poor sod
wear this thing.

I don't make him w…

Where is Larry?

Don't worry.
He'll be all right when he wakes up.

I think.

You might want to check the boot.

Fuck. It's them.

Answer it.

Bit busy when you rang,
but so glad you did.

Where is she?

Sweet little thing. Got her daddy's eyes.

Where the fuck is she?

Now, now. There's no need for that tone.

She's staying at the luxury spa
where you and your comrades convalesced.

I'm on my way.

Kin for kin.

See you there.

So where is she?

Where's Dinah?

Scotland.

You see it?

Yeah.

Is that for us?

Shit. Shit. He's getting closer.
He's getting closer.

Sarah. Sarah, Sarah.

Sarah, just…

Just try and stay calm, all right?

What the fuck you doing? Fuck!
Sarah, slow down! Slow down!

What the hell are you doing?

Sarah, just…

They're taking the exit.

Oh, God. Thank fuck.

Fucking hell. Okay.

You're a fucking liability.
Now we have to ditch this fucking car.

- Well, I thought they were onto us--
- Yeah, now they will be.

So I know you're the pro and everything,

but walking to Scotland
doesn't seem like a winning strategy.

You're free to leave whenever you like.

We're going to my sister's, all right?
She's about, I don't know,

- 15 kilometers from here.
- So you do have family?

- Wait, how do you know she'll be home?
- I don't.

Okay, we're really
putting her at risk doing this.

You think I don't know that?

Excuse me.

You can't just…

- Weren't you here yesterday?
- …later on,

you'll find there's some lessening--

How awks.

Tell him I'm here about Tommy Singleton.

I think he'll want to fit me in. But let
the patient do up his trousers first.

- Lara, what on earth? You can't just--
- It's not her fault.

- She said she's here about Tommy someone.
- Singleton.

Did you even see his body
before you signed off the autopsy?

He's gonna need a sweet tea.

And can I have a coffee? Black? Thanks.

Yes, thank you, Lara.

You know, I briefly thought
about becoming a doctor when I was a kid.

But even then I knew I wasn't cut out
for the caring professions.

Mind you, lately I've learned that
70% of doctors are misanthropic fucks,

so it could've been perfect.

And I would definitely
be driving a better car.

Maybe even a nice beamer.

Like you.

You took my laptop.

What's stopping me
from calling the police right now?

I have no idea.
You go right ahead, fill your boots.

One way or the other,
the story's going to come out though.

And when it does,
your name's gonna be at the center of it.

Or we could leave it out.

But only if you tell me about
what was done to those soldiers and why.

I don't know what you are talking about.

Oh, come on, Doc.
Did that "hippocritic" oath mean nothing?

- "Hippocratic."
- Yeah.

Thing is I can't unsee what I saw,

and I only caught a glimpse.

- You, I--
- I just did what I was told.

Which was to monitor the guinea pigs,
and it looks like one of them's got lost.

And I've got a friend who…
Well, actually that's overstating it.

But I know someone who's with him,
one of your guinea pigs.

- Well, I was told they were criminals.
- Just answer the question. Please.

What were they testing?

It's an antidote.

Histropine.

For a chemical weapon.

- But it didn't work.
- Not a hundred percent. No.

An existing weapon or a new one?

I don't know.
They didn't tell me very much.

I was just there
to see how they reacted to it.

Not well it seems. Where were they held?

I was taken in by helicopter
and I was blindfolded.

- Come on.
- I swear.

I know it was somewhere in Scotland.

Who hired you?

Just a name.

Okay.

If you change your mind.

And I wouldn't go bleating about it
if I were you, to the big boys.

Maybe I was harsh.

I can see the toll it's taken on you.

Maybe you didn't have a choice.
Well, you do now.

And guess what? You know…

whistleblowing's all the rage.

Hey, wait for me.

Seriously? Slow down a bit.

Can we take a break, please?

Can we just stop for a minute?

The village is just over those trees.

It's an old injury, isn't it?

That limp.

Yeah, Rufus wasn't my first
near-death experience.

Well, first attempted murder, but…

No, I've seen the white lights before.

I fell off a rooftop.

Wow.

What were you doing on a rooftop?

I was a student and there was a party…

and, you know, I felt like I always did.

Just different and weird.

Not in a good way.

And…

Don't know. The roof just seemed safe.

Quiet.

I looked over the edge and…

God, it was beautiful.

And I just wanted to fly right into it.

Well, drugs may have been involved.

So did you…

Did you jump or did you fall?

Don't know.

Well…

It's all the same, isn't it?

Just…

looking for oblivion.

Yeah. Doctor said I was lucky to survive.

Do you feel it?

Lucky?

Yeah, I think I do.

But I've kept those safety wheels on
ever since.

Yeah, they're definitely off now.

Yeah.

This is Joey's fifth birthday.

Look at that face.

Did you ever see such a pretty face?

Adorable.

I really do have to get going.

Like I said, Mrs. Silvermann,

there's no need for an inquest

since the postmortem
found the death wasn't suspicious.

So, it's good news.

Well, not good news exactly,

but it must be a comfort
to be able to put your son to rest.

There's no comfort to be found.

But he was lying in the cold for too long.

No, of course not.
And yes. About the cold.

Sorry again for the delay.
Now I just need you to sign this.

Zoë.

This is Mr. Howard
from the coroner's office.

- This is my--
- Zoë Boehm.

Condolences on your loss. I'm…

Thanks. Bear with me.

I'm just a bit confused as to
why my husband's body is being released,

when yesterday it was still in the morgue
awaiting an autopsy?

Yeah, there was… There was just a backlog.

The postmortem was conducted last night,

and found whilst the death was unnatural,
it was--

- Not suspicious. Yes, I heard.
- Yes.

We have to register the death.

Could I see a spot of ID, Mr. Howard?

Yes, of course.

I explained to Mrs. Silvermann,
we usually do these things over the phone,

but with… oh, God …with sensitive cases
like suicide,

I like to deliver the news face-to-face.

Isn't that kind.

I'd love to know the name of the official

who made the decision
to sidestep an inquest.

- Or is it… is that you?
- No. Not me.

I'm just the messenger
and there's been no sidestepping.

Only forward motion.

And on that note,
can I show you to the door?

My mother-in-law needs her afternoon nap.

Again, my condolences.

So, Mr. Messenger, you want me
to stop asking questions as well.

Is that right?

Well, you might not be scared of me,

but there are
different kinds of messengers.

Yeah, I'm sure you know
some very scary people.

Looks like someone's in.

Can you…

Can you prepare her first?

She thinks I died.

Helicopter crash three years ago.

Wow.

You really are a walking rabbit hole.

Okay, what am I meant to say?

Okay. What's her name?

Ella.

What are you doing in my garden?

You don't know me
and this is gonna sound a bit strange,

but… Your brother, Michael…

What about him?

This would be so much easier if…
Oh, fuck it.

Your car, does it have a full tank?

What the hell are you talking about?

Hi, El.

I know.

I know, but we…

we need to come inside.

You home alone?

What?

Don't be scared.

You need to tell me,
is there anyone else in there?

The kids?

They're staying with their dad.

I don't get it. How are you even…

You're meant to be dead. What is going on?

We only met a couple of days ago.

Mike, what the fuck?

I can't…

- It's too much to explain right now.
- We had a funeral!

I know, but…

I didn't know I was meant
to be dead until after.

What?

Can you give us a minute?

Yeah. Sure.

We're trying to find Tommy's daughter,
Dinah.

Maddie and Tommy?

They're both dead.
They died in a house explosion.

It was supposed to kill me and Tommy.
And, well…

Dinah's been taken.
I need to get her back.

Jesus, Mike.

Look it's my fault
that Dinah's in this situation.

Because…

Because of Afghanistan.

What happened?

The only thing I got out of you back then
when you were in that zombie state

was that the intel they told you
was a mistake.

What does it matter?

I still killed innocent people.

You didn't know that.

It wasn't your fault.

You were following orders.

And then they blamed you.

Why didn't you come to me sooner?

I couldn't. It's dangerous for you
to know that I'm alive.

What happened to you?
How did you get these scars?

How's Mum?

How do you think she's doing?

She was destroyed after your…

- You have to let her know you're alive.
- No, no.

No.

She can't know I was here, not yet.

If it all goes to plan,
I'll go and see her myself. I promise.

El.

If I make it out…

Will you take her?

Will you take Dinah?

Will you look after her for me?

El?

- Thank you for all this.
- It's okay.

I know it's weird.

So you knew Dinah's mum?

He always did love Maddie.

- We need to go.
- Oh, yeah.

Thank you, Ella.

Come back to us, Mike.

Thank you, El.

I wanna see that little girl.

You know, whatever you went through…

I'm really sorry.

Don't feel sorry for me.

I deserved all of it.

Well, it seems like you've been punished
in a way that isn't…

What?

Fair?

What's fair?

Well, I don't know. Like, a proper trial?

That's fair.

They were gonna…

put us on trial.

Plans changed.

How?

We were on patrol.

Insurgents suddenly attacked.

We're going in. Tommy, keep me covered.

Contact! Return fire!

We're getting fucking hammered!
Seek better cover!

Move!

We hear a…

We hear a helicopter.

One of ours,

and then something falls from the sky.

For a second I think,
"How weird. Snow in the summer."

It seemed almost…

almost beautiful.

And then it lands on them.

But I couldn't move.

We just watched.

Couldn't make sense of it.

They were just kids really.

And then the snow lands on…

on us.

Tommy says, "Run." But it's…

…it's too late.

It lands on him first.

Tommy!

Tommy, I'm coming! Hey, I've got you!

Make it stop!

I'm with you. I'll get you out.

It's going to be okay! Stay with me!

- Tommy, look at me!
- Just go!

No, no! I'm not leaving you!

Tommy, it's gonna be all right. Come on!

Sorry…

burning snow? I…

What does that mean?

Chemical weapons, Sarah.

Wait, from your own troops?

Fucking hell.

The next thing I remember
is waking up strapped to a bed.

In some sort of hospital.

We were in that hellhole two years,
I think.

Treated us like lab rats,
pumped us full of drugs.

Kept saying…

Kept saying,
once our condition improved, we'd…

we'd be sent home.

The drugs didn't work.

We just got weaker.

When one of the lads died,

we knew that none of us
were getting out of there alive, so we…

we made a plan to escape.

Only me and Tommy made it out.

If we never went to Oxford,
if we never went to Maddie's,

then she would…

Dinah wouldn't have lost her mum or…

or be where she is.

If you were there, how come
you weren't killed in the blast too?

We argued.

Tommy and me.

I stormed out.

Well, you know, on the upside,
you saved my life.

And I am very, very grateful for that.

The only reason I saved your life

is 'cause I thought
you might lead me to Dinah, okay?

I have to save Dinah.

Yeah, I know.

Is she your daughter?

I don't know.

She might be.

Boo.

I've done your dirty work,
now I'm heading up to Scotland.

Cheer up, love.
Do a dance. Give us a twirl.

No, no, no. No, no.

Oi, come on!

Right, before she makes
an honest man of me. Come on.

- "No" means fuck off!
- All right. Have a good one.

Fuck.

Where the fuck are you?

…Highland Sleeper service to Fort William

will depart from platform five
in two minutes.

Welcome aboard the Highland
Sleeper service to Fort William,

calling at Glasgow Queen Street,
Dumbarton,

Helensburgh Upper, and Fort William.

Ladies and gentleman,
this is your conductor speaking.

Just to remind you this service
will be nonstop to Glasgow.

That's nonstop to Glasgow.

Cracks in the sidewalk
Cracks in my brain

Think I'm goin' insane
The shadows can talk

Afraid of the morning
Hide from the sun

Life on the run came without warning

Lost like a kid left behind

That's where you'll find me

That's where you'll find me

Afraid of the morning
Hide from the sun

Life on the run came without warning

Afraid of the morning
Hide from the sun

Life on the run came without warning