Original subtitles

Have you decided what you're gonna do with your weekend furlough?

Well, I've never been to a baseball game before, so...

thought I might check one out.

I went to one. Goes on forever.

You could seriously skip everything but the last inning.

Alpha-One-Niner,

contact Newark Center on one-three-two-decimal-two.

Newark Center, one-three-two-decimal-two.

Thanks for your company, Alpha-One-Niner.

Newark Center, Ascot-Alpha-One-Niner, flight level 3-4-0.

Alpha-One-Niner identified.

Please be advised, there is a Russian frigate and submarine en route to Cuba,

running drills in the area.

Good to know, Newark, Alpha-One-Niner.

Mayday! Mayday!

Warning, Terrain.

Warning.

We're going down!

Pull up.

Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.

In her annual security update, MI5 Director General Madeline Delaney,

seen here in Washington,

discussed the 64 Russian officials

recently expelled from British and US embassies across Europe.

She accused more than 20 of being spies.

This latest expulsion has been ordered almost 18 months to the day

since the prototype for the new Samson D-300 transport plane

was alleged to have been accidentally shot down

by a Russian submarine taking part in exercises in the North Atlantic.

The Kremlin has strongly denied any involvement in the tragedy

that cost the lives of British airmen,

Flight Lieutenant Patrick Johnson,

and his co-pilot, Flying Officer Paul Edney.

While there is no official word that the embassy expulsions

were in response to the D-300 incident,

it does indicate growing tensions

between Britain and Russia.

And in related news, the much delayed D-300 joint venture

between the UK and US military

is finally rolling off the production line this week.

Happy Saturday. Comms check for Brody.

Comms are good, sir.

Morning, Pete.

Is this a list of the internal events team?

It is. Uh, Lincoln Suite's pretty much set up

and the podium's being brought up as we speak.

Good.

So, the plan is, the function will start in the atrium,

the ambassador will give some sort of toast,

and then we'll move everyone into the Lincoln Suite for food.

Do we have any special deliveries scheduled?

Only one.

A courier's just arriving at Heathrow on the Red Eye now.

Just the one piece of luggage, is it, sir?

That's right.

I'm a diplomatic courier just in from Washington.

What's inside can't be opened or X-rayed.

Very good, Mr. Mills.

Welcome to the UK.

Thanks.

Triple espresso! David!

Thanks.

Jesus, what a mess.

Sorry, mate. Won't be a minute here.

- What do you need? Sugar? - Yeah.

Here.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Jab. One, two.

One, two, hook.

Good. Give me that kick.

Beautiful.

Combo, parry. Chalk out. Boom boom. Hook, elbow.

Good. Turn me. Nice.

Uppercut hooks. Kick. Beautiful.

Knockout.

Oof! We done?

No.

- All right. - Let's go again.

Hey, sis! Happy birthday!

Thank you.

- Sweaty! - Jess, you're early.

Yeah, that's 'cause I took the day off to spend with you.

- Seriously? - Mm-hmm.

You took a break from reporting

on the fascinating world of local council meetings

to spent time with me?

Uh, shut up.

And if you must know,

I've been cultivating this piece about an RAF engineer

who authorities say committed suicide,

but his body was never found and his wife suspects murder.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

I just have one more interview with her,

and Damian says it'll run in next Sunday's edition.

Very cool.

But if his body was never found, how do they know it's suicide?

Exactly!

Hey, guys, listen up. I'll keep this brief.

In about six hours, we're going to have 100 guests arriving.

Now, I know we've already done a full house sweep,

but I want another at noon, and a third an hour before.

Unoccupied spaces will be locked down.

We don't need guests wandering anywhere they shouldn't.

Pete, you'll run a four-man team securing the eighth floor

- and AMBUS' personal protection. - Yes, sir.

And I've told you to call me Brody.

But I know how much you Brits like your titles.

All right.

And this is the Ambassador's first official party,

so I want it to go by the numbers.

No mistakes.

Let's take this as an opportunity to show them just how well we do things.

So, keep your eyes peeled and your comms open.

It's a big night. Let's go.

- Sir. - Agent Lewis.

I know this is a big step up. How's your first week?

Good, sir.

Nervous about tonight?

I just don't want to let you down.

Did you let anybody down in training?

- No. - Good.

Just remember, I wouldn't have hired you

if I didn't think you could do the job.

Thank you, sir.

Are you all right, mate?

- Are you all right, mate? - You all right?

Jesus Christ.

Are you okay? Someone call an ambulance!

Are you ready?

Is that what you're wearing to the restaurant?

What's wrong with this?

You look like you're going to work.

Mum and Dad have really made an effort, sis.

Dad's wearing his special tie,

and he's even got Mr. Suen to make you Ji Dan Bing.

It's just a birthday, Jess.

Ugh!

"Just a birthday." Right, okay.

- What are you doing? - Come here.

Yeah, now at least you look the part.

- Better? - Mm-hmm.

It's Simon.

No, don't answer it.

I have to. I'm still on call.

Wait, you didn't book the day off?

I don't have cover.

Hey, boss.

Happy birthday.

Oh, thank you. Is that why you're calling me?

I wish it was. How fast can you meet me at Terminal Three?

Heathrow?

Why?

A diplomatic courier's been murdered.

No!

I'll be right there.

- Thank you. - Welcome.

Morning, Rowan.

Morning, Director General.

Ruth, it's Madeline. Just checking in before takeoff.

Good morning, ma'am. Did you get the operational updates?

I did. I'll read them on my way back.

Listen, do you have any idea why Defence Secretary Peterson is here?

He's been at a Pentagon briefing on joint military spending. His office didn't call you?

No.

It seems his meetings overran, so they're putting him on your plane back.

Wonderful.

He's a nice guy, but bloody pompous.

- Did you get my minutes? - I did.

I've marked up all the pertinent talking points for my briefing

with the PM on Monday.

Can you have them put together for me?

Actually, ma'am, the PM has asked to reschedule.

She has an emergency meeting with the US ambassador.

Tillman. Ambassador for five minutes

and already he's throwing his weight around.

I wonder what can be so important.

Is there anything else we need to discuss?

There is just one matter, ma'am.

A US diplomatic courier was murdered at Heathrow this morning.

Do they know who's responsible?

We're waiting for an update.

Okay, keep me posted.

But unless the Americans ask for our help,

let's stay out of it.

Very good, ma'am...

Morning, Madeline. Sorry for crowding onto your plane like this.

It's the government's plane, Alex.

Well, thanks anyway.

How's, uh... How's your husband?

Leonard?

Yes, Leonard. How's he doing?

Um, he's as well as can be expected.

Bloody shame.

Climbing is a dangerous hobby. He was a nice chap.

He still is.

Of course. That's what I meant. I...

Hmm.

Director General Delaney. It's a pleasure to have you back on board.

Thank you, Sarah.

- Do you know the Defence Secretary? - Hello.

- Alex Peterson. - Welcome aboard, sir.

I'm sensing ex-military.

RAF.

Well, I feel safe in your hands, Captain Wright.

Well, I'll let you get settled.

The weather report promises clear skies all the way to London.

Hey, boss.

Sorry to drag you away from family time, Hana.

Ah, you can make it up to me with a ridiculously big present.

This is Sergeant Magill, he was first on the scene.

Let's, uh, step into my office, shall we?

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Just taking a look.

- It's a crime scene. - RSO Brody, this is...

- Hana Li. - That's right, yeah,

she'll be running the police investigation.

What are you doing here?

I'm Regional Security Officer for the US Embassy.

How?

Well, it's good to see you too.

You two know each other?

Hana and I trained together at Hendon.

And to answer your question, I have dual citizenship.

So, what can you tell me about our victim?

David Mills.

He's a member of the US Diplomatic Courier Service.

He just arrived on a red eye from DC

with a bag for Ambassador Tillman.

What was in it?

I don't know.

That's kind of the point of a diplomatic bag.

The three witnesses say he ran in,

threw up in that stall, he crosses to the sinks,

washes his face, and then just keels over.

There are no defensive wounds.

Do you mind?

I don't see any signs of an attack.

It could be medical. Heart attack, brain embolism.

What made you jump to murder?

His diplomatic bag, passport, and wallet were stolen.

Seems pretty extreme for a robbery.

- Do we still have those witnesses? - They're giving statements.

- And were they searched for the bag? - They were.

And their luggage. It's gone.

We'll need to wait for pathology to be sure,

but if he was murdered...

I'd guess he was poisoned.

I'd like to talk to the witnesses, if that's possible.

It's not. And I'm gonna need a copy of that personnel file for Mr. Mills.

Well, that one's for you.

I'd like to take a look at the security footage now.

Yeah.

You know, I am here on official business.

As what?

You're not police, RSO Brody,

so you have no official business here.

You're pulling jurisdiction?

I don't need to.

Considering yours begins and ends

inside a quarter square mile south of the Thames.

Haven't changed, have you, Hana?

Happy birthday.

Dulles Tower, this is Gulfstream Lima Zero Six One

requesting departure information.

Oh!

Mr. Peterson forgot this.

That was a close one.

- Thanks. - Cheers.

And we are taxiing. Taxi checks please.

Transponder squawking. Six-zero-seven-zero.

Lights on. Compass checks?

Three-zero-two.

Five times.

FMS takeoff.

Takeoff speed checked.

Altimeter set to one-zero-zero-two.

That orange sack is a diplomatic bag. It's not very subtle, is it?

Sergeant, pick him up again in the terminal building.

So, Brody's ex-police?

He wishes.

No.

He quit the training after getting me back-classed.

Wait, he's the partner that nearly killed your instructor?

Yep.

A cell extraction exercise, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Brody was restraining the instructor.

Next thing I know, he just...

lost control.

I was his partner, so I was...

responsible for talking him down,

and I couldn't,

so I was back-classed for that.

What did he have to say for himself?

Nothing. He just left. Dorm room was packed up.

I never saw him again.

Well, is it going to be a problem?

Not if he stays out of my way.

There's Mills, leaving the coffee shop.

Can you fast forward?

He looks fine.

Until he doesn't.

I thought you said the witnesses were all business travellers.

No one said anything about a cleaner.

Is that you?

Yeah.

Go wide. Where's that cleaner gone?

There he is.

Keep following him.

Where does that door lead?

The maintenance tunnels.

He swiped his ID card.

- That data has to be logged somewhere. - It is.

We'll need his name and address.

So, what do we know about this guy?

Alexander Bortnik. Thirty-eight years old.

Emigrated from Russia nine years ago.

Divorced. No children,

but three priors for drink driving, assault, and resisting arrest.

Hmm.

And they say all the good ones are taken.

Alexander Bortnik?

Alexander Bortnik! Stop!

- Hana! Wait! Hana! Wait! Wait! - Police! Stop!

Hana!

Stop!

Stop! Police!

Control, I need an urgent ambulance to my location.

Control, an urgent ambulance to my location.

All right, hang on. Hang on, they're coming.

Hang on. Hana! Hang on.

Excuse me? What are you doing?

Shit!

Boss, it's me. Bortnik's got away with the courier's bag.

Yeah, it wasn't Bortnik. He's here. I think he's been poisoned.

So who the hell was I chasing?

Thank you.

Never too early for a good scotch. Make mine a double.

Celebrating or commiserating?

Too soon to say.

I was invited to Ronald Tillman's party

at the US embassy tonight, but obviously I'm gonna miss it.

You couldn't pay me to be there.

I still don't understand why the PM backed him for ambassador.

Why?

Because while he's an oaf and a ruthless fuck,

he does have a way of bringing in the money.

Yeah, but that's not what I mean.

We both know that PMs stay out of ambassador selection, so...

Why get off the bench for him?

You can't deny that the Samson D-300 being assembled in Britain

is a huge political win for her,

and we all know that a booming economy equals re-election.

After the D-300 incident, I thought Tillman was finished.

We all did.

The man's a bloody cockroach.

Take more than a plane crash to keep him down.

Thank you, Rowan.

To missing Tillman's party.

Mm.

Next, please.

Here you are.

Sir.

Stop right there, sir.

I'm an ex-Air Marshal. I have some shrapnel in my leg.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Craig and Mary Stewart?

- Welcome, sir. - Thank you.

Ah, perfect. Thank you. Here you go.

Thanks.

I'm glad we decided to do this.

You did. I can't stand the man.

I don't know what your problem is with him.

He's always been very good to us.

Noel King, friend of the ambassador.

Thank you, sir.

Stop right there, sir.

Sorry, I thought I put everything in the tray.

That's not even mine. I vape.

Thank you.

So, someone hires Bortnik to help steal the diplomatic bag,

but instead of paying him, they just tried to kill him.

Cheaper.

It also stops Bortnik from naming him.

This is about more than a simple robbery.

O'Brien.

Yeah.

Yeah, with what?

And they're sure? All right, received.

That tox screen just came back on the courier, David Mills.

It turns out he was poisoned.

- What type? - Strychnine.

How long does that take to kill someone?

It's quick, apparently. Fifteen, twenty minutes if you don't get any help.

So, Mills must have been dosed inside Terminal Three.

Yeah.

Do you remember that coffee shop he stopped at?

- Uh... Hot Brew? - Yeah.

Can you get someone to pull the security footage from inside?

Yeah, but why? Where are you going?

To the US embassy to find out What was in the diplomatic bag.

Well, I... I think the coffee shop takes priority.

Simon, this guy murdered a diplomatic courier today

for the contents of that bag.

I think we need to know what he took.

Yeah, I hear you, but the quicker we ID him,

the quicker we can catch him, okay?

Go to the airport, Hana.

That's an order!

But why? I just don't get it.

- You made it. - Noel!

- When did you fly in? - Last night.

I don't believe you've met my wife, Mary.

- Noel. Pleased to meet you. - And you.

Noel's company makes the engines for the D-300 project.

Ah! Mm.

It must be a great relief to finally see the plane going into production

- after all that's happened. - It is.

And almost twice the order size we initially thought.

- Perry. - Noel.

- You know Craig? - Perry.

And this is his wife, Mary.

Ah, Mary, of course.

Perry, my goodness.

It's nice to put a face to the name.

A toast to the past staying the past,

and thanks to Ronald, only blue skies ahead.

Hear, hear.

Cheers.

With the rollout of the D-300 this week,

I think you should say a few words of condolence

for the airmen who lost their lives.

Yeah? You think so?

It shows sensitivity, and sets the right tone.

Okay, okay, uh... This is a party, you know?

I want the people who supported me to have a good time.

These are the same people that can take me all the way to the White House.

Understood.

But there are the optics to be considered.

Yeah, yeah.

I just want you to start your term on the right foot.

Ma'am.

Guests are all here, Ambassador.

"Ambassador."

I do like that.

These are a gift from the palace.

Isn't that something?

Okay. Let's do this.

AMBUS is on the move.

Thank you, Pete.

Almost got him!

Shall we run through the guests in order of importance?

DS Li, London Police.

I'm here on official business.

I need to talk to Ambassador Tillman.

Wait here.

The mayor and his wife send their apologies,

- but they can't attend. - Hmm.

So, after your speech, I suggest starting with your major supporters.

Doors closing.

AMBUS is in the elevator.

Atrium, prepare for AMBUS' arrival.

RSO Brody will meet you here.

Wait, no, I said I wanted to speak to the Ambassador, not...

For God's sake.

Ambassador Tillman. Air Marshal Johnson.

I'd love to talk to you about the D-300.

Okay. Uh, Mr. Johnson,

I don't think tonight's the night.

Let's set up a call between you and the Ambassador.

I've tried bloody calling. It does no good.

We'll figure something out. Okay?

Hana. Welcome to my "quarter square mile south of the Thames."

Or after the Maxwell incident, should I say welcome back?

You've been reading up on me.

Have you found the bag?

No. That's why I'm here.

I need to speak to the Ambassador and find out what was stolen.

As you can see, he's a bit busy.

Even you must remember how vital

the first 48 hours are in a murder inquiry.

Even me?

Okay.

Brody here. Can you tell the DCM I need a quick word?

Cece Redding.

She's Deputy Chief of Mission.

What is it? I can't leave him for long.

Ms. Redding, this is DS Hana Li.

She's investigating the courier's death at Heathrow

and requests a moment with the Ambassador.

Tonight? You can't be serious.

Depends on how serious you take murder.

Friends, welcome, welcome!

I know, uh, some of you have traveled far

to be here, and I thank you.

It truly warms my heart

to see you all gathered here tonight.

Leave it with me.

But... but before we begin, I'd, uh...

I'd like to take a brief moment of remembrance

for the two airmen who lost their lives in the prototype D-300.

As you all know, I was CEO of A.M. Aeronautics at that time,

so this tragedy hits close to home.

But with the launch of production this week,

I feel the spirit of these brave men

- lives on. - You okay?

Yeah, of course. Let's go.

So, please, raise a glass.

And I want everyone here who supported me to know

that this appointment is not just an opportunity for me.

It is an opportunity for all of us.

Hear, hear!

So, dual citizenship aside,

how'd you end up running security at the US embassy?

I like the feeling I get when I'm protecting people.

So, after I left the Army, security seemed like a good fit.

The Army? So that's where you ran off to?

Yeah.

And you stayed.

I knew you would.

Nothing was gonna stop you wearing the uniform.

I don't quit.

No, you don't.

Okay, DS Li, you have three minutes.

Ambassador Tillman, I presume you're aware of

the murder of the diplomatic courier his morning at Heathrow?

I have been briefed.

To help with my inquiry, sir, please could you tell me what was inside the bag?

- What was inside is irrelevant. - Why do you say that?

Because it was just a box of Cubans to toast my appointment.

You send gifts in diplomatic bags?

It's not unheard of.

So, you see, if the perpetrator thought they were stealing,

I don't know, state secrets, they'll be sadly disappointed.

Unless, of course, they like a good cigar.

Enjoy the party.

I'm sorry that wasn't more helpful.

Doesn't make any sense.

If what was in the bag was so unimportant,

then why kill the courier for it?

We're under threat 24/7.

Probably just took a chance it was valuable.

Maybe.

I'll walk you out.

My pass.

What's wrong?

What if he didn't care what was in the bag,

only that it was coming here?

- I don't follow. - He also took Mills's ID.

You think he tried to enter the embassy?

He wouldn't get past security.

With all these guests, how much scrutiny

do you really think they'd give a diplomatic courier?

Hana, this is one of the most secure buildings on the planet.

So, humor me.

This is Brody. Run a door check.

I need to know if Diplomatic Courier David Mills is in the house.

He entered 20 minutes ago, sir.

Shit.

Come on.

Show me security check-in. Go back 20 minutes.

Yes, sir.

Roll it forward.

There. In the baseball cap. Him.

You recognise him?

Yeah. Same build, same look. That's him.

Give us another look at him.

Sir.

Did you see that? I think he slipped that other man something.

Rewind and freeze frame.

Zoom in on him.

It's something metal. A lighter?

Stay on him.

He caused a distraction.

That lighter set off the alarm.

Track him.

He's heading for the east elevators.

Where's he going?

Eighth floor.

Intruder is on eight.

[PHONE RINGING

Hello, Megan speaking.

Crimson Icarus.

I'm sorry, who is this?

I said, Crimson Icarus.

What are you talking about?

The target is Gulfstream Lima Zero Six One.

Now do you know what I'm talking about?

Move! Get out of the way!

Ruth, we have a problem.

This was ten minutes ago, sir.

What's he waiting for?

It's like he wanted to be seen.

There are no cameras in there.

Whose office is that?

The ambassador's office.

McQueen, this is Brody. Do you copy?

McQueen, do you have the unsub?

McQueen, answer me.

Fast forwarding. That's live.

No one's come out, sir.

Intruder is in AMBUS' office.

Intruder is still inside. Be advised, McQueen is too.

Brody, sir.

What's the sit rep?

You better see for yourself.

Ruth.

Ma'am, I need to speak to you privately.

One second.

Okay, I'm alone.

A few minutes ago, a call came in on Megan's secure line, ma'am.

It was a bomb threat.

A bomb threat? From whom?

This is Megan, ma'am.

He didn't identify himself as being affiliated

with any terrorist organisations or foreign powers.

But he did have a Russian accent.

Did he say what the target was?

He did.

Well, are we playing 20 Questions

or are you going to tell me?

I'm sorry, ma'am. It's your plane.

He threatened to detonate the device

if you attempt to turn back to the US

or land before reaching London.

How credible is this intel?

He cited Crimson Icarus.

It's a confirmed Russian code from the MOD threat list.

Play me his call.

The target is Gulfstream Lima Zero Six One.

I'm sure I don't need to tell you which plane that is.

I have a detonator.

If the plane deviates from its current course,

I will blow it up.

And do not try to land.

If the plane drops below 20,000 feet,

the bomb will detonate.

Have we managed to identify the caller?

Not yet, ma'am. We're running voice analysis as we speak.

And what about the location of the call?

That's the thing, ma'am.

The call came from inside the US Embassy,

from Ambassador Tillman's office.

Oh, where's the intruder?

He's gone, ma'am.

Jesus Christ. Pete.

How the hell can he just disappear?