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A diplomatic courier's
been murdered.

David Mills.
He just arrived
on a red eye from DC

with a bag for
Ambassador Tillman.

- The guests are all here,
Ambassador.
- I do like that.

- Yes, sir.
- I've told you to call me Brody.

But I know how much
you Brits like your titles.

- Hana Li.
- You two know each other?

I'm
Regional Security Officer
for the US Embassy.

Hana and I trained together
at Hendon.

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

- Do you know
the Defence Secretary?
- Alex Peterson.

What if he didn't care
what was in the bag?
Only that it was coming here?

You think he tried to
enter the embassy?

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

Him!

You recognise him?

Mr. Peterson
forgot this.

Whose office is that?

The ambassador's office.

A few minutes ago,

a call came in
on Megan's secure line, ma'am.

It was a bomb threat.

Did he say
what the target was?

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

There are no cameras in there.
McQueen, answer me!

Hey, you can't be up here.

This floor is off limits.

I know you're in here.

Easy, man.

Lose the gun.

Give me your ID
and access cards,

slowly.

You should really stop
whatever this is.

Plan's already gone sideways.

You assume this isn't the plan.

Hello. Megan speaking.

Crimson Icarus.

I'm sorry, who is this?

I said, Crimson Icarus.

This is Brody.
The intruder is armed
and loose in the house.

I want civilians
out of all public areas
immediately.

How the hell did he
get out of here?

He's in the walls.

What?

Four agents on me.

Clear!

I want two up, two down.

If you have the shot,
put the bastard down.

Is that
the ambassador's escape route?

Yes, it is.

Well, how would he know
about that?

Good question.

What have you got?

Single shot to the heart.

His weapon hasn't been fired.

So, the intruder has his own?

How could someone smuggle a gun
into the embassy?

The diplomatic bag.

It's the only way.
They're not scanned,
searched, or X-rayed.

So much for cigars.

So, he could've smuggled
anything he wanted
in that thing.

But how?
It's sealed by the sender.

All right.
So, who sent it?

Okay, clear the office.
I need you out of here, Hana.

- What?
- I'll make sure
nothing's touched.

That is not
how this works.

I'm calling in
a police team and SOCO
to process McQueen's body.

Not until this bastard's found.

It's not your call to make.

You forget.

You're standing
in my quarter mile.

Which is in
the middle of London.

So that makes this my case,
and the killer
my responsibility.

When I catch him,
if he's still breathing,
I'll call you!

Escort DS Li from the building.

Get her out now!

I'm sorry, my love.

Sarah, can I have a word?

Yeah, of course.
Uh, Gavin, you have control.

- I have control.
- Rowan, you too.

Could you stop
what you're doing, please,
and join us?

I'm sorry.

There's no easy way to say this.

Thames House
has received a credible threat

from an individual who claims
that there is an IED
onboard this aircraft.

Dear God.

A bomb?

I... I'll turn us around
and take us back to the U.S.

Sarah, you can't.
The caller said

that if we alter course,
he'll blow it remotely.

If we drop below 20,000 feet,
the IED will self-detonate.

So, what do they want?

Well, as of now,
there are no demands.

Well, you don't
put a bomb on a plane
for no reason.

No, you don't.

So, what do we do?

Well, first, we stay calm.

My team at Thames House
is trying to locate the caller.

While they are,
we need to find the device

so we can verify
what type it is, okay?

Sarah, can I leave you
in charge of the search?

I need to have a private word
with Alex.

Okay.

Rowan, let's start
in the galley.

So, what do you know?

Well, we're working
under the assumption
that it's a Russian threat.

Of course it is.

It's retaliation,
isn't it, for expelling
their bloody spies?

Well, let's not jump
to conclusions.

Right now, we don't even know
if it is the Kremlin,

or just an individual
who's infiltrated
the US Embassy.

So, Noel, how does it feel
to be part of the changing face
of British aeronautics?

I'm just glad
we're finally in production.

Well, I just heard
from the prime minister.
She's extremely pleased

with the number of new jobs
you've created in your region.

That is
all thanks to you,
Ambassador.

Come on, it was a group effort.

- Thank you for
staying the course.
- Same.

Sir, can I have a word? Sorry.

We need to move everybody
into The Lincoln Suite.

Already?

We have an intruder
in the house.

What?

- He killed an agent.
- Jesus, do they have him?

Not yet. That's why
RSO Brody wants civilians
out of the atrium.

Of course.

Ladies and gentlemen.

If you could, uh,
all kindly make your way
into The Lincoln Suite,

where we have, uh,
cocktails and a light dinner

prepared especially for tonight.

So, please enjoy.

Is everything all right?

Uh, it seems we have
a gate-crasher.

That's the problem
when your party's
the hottest ticket in town.

Come on in, everyone,
make yourself at home.

Mi casa es su casa.

There's a call waiting for you
in Brody's office.

Hana.

Simon, there's been a murder
in the US Embassy.

What? When was this?

About 25 minutes ago.

I'm not seeing an alert.

How do you know about this
before me?

You didn't go to Heathrow,
did you?

No.

Why do I bother
giving you orders?

Does it matter? I was right!

What happened?

A DSS agent was shot dead
in the ambassador's office.

Assuming it was
the same suspect,

he used the courier's ID
to enter the embassy
and smuggled in a gun.

How?

In the diplomatic bag.

Look, I'm getting
serious pushback

from that glorified
security guard, Brody,

about bringing SOCO in
to work the scene.

Yeah, I bet you are.

An embassy
isn't a sovereign state, Simon.

The crime still happened
in London,

and I need to be able
to do my job!

You're right.
But British soil or not,

there is a special relationship
with the US,

and it's complicated.

Well, can you
uncomplicate it, please?

'Cause right now,
I'm being escorted out.

Let the brass handle this one,
Hana.

You've taken it
as far as you can.

Two people are dead,
and a third is in a coma.

As your boss,
I'm telling you leave.

We don't need you
turning this into another
international incident.

So, Ha...

Hello?

Listen to me carefully,

because five lives
depend on it.

The call's on line one, sir.

Director General Delaney,

you do know
I'm in the middle of a function, yes?

Forget your party, Ronald.
We have a very big
fucking problem.

Ron, this is Alex Peterson.

- Alex?
- We have a situation.

Madeline and I
are over the Atlantic,

and 20 minutes ago,
somebody inside your embassy

has called in a bomb threat
against our flight.

What?

You're sure
the call came from here?

It came
from your office.

It must have been the intruder.

What intruder?
Who is this?

Speak.

RSO Brody, ma'am.
Head of Security.

Somebody managed to
get into the embassy
using a dead courier's ID.

He's killed one of my agents,
and we're hunting for him
right now.

Well, Brody, that man
has a detonator
in his possession

which, if he's allowed to use,

will kill all five souls
on this plane.

Initial signs indicate
the intruder is Russian.

Have they stated
their demands, ma'am?

Not yet.

Ambassador,
I'm not sure if it's a hoax,

but I just got a call from a man

who claims he's put a bomb
on a British plane.

It's no hoax, Cece.

I'm on with
Defence Secretary Peterson

and Director General Delaney.
It's their plane.

What else did the man say,
Ms. Redding?

Uh... That if we allow anybody
to leave this embassy,

that he'll...

He'll what?

Blow up the plane.

Oh!

Thank you.

Ronald,
with this new information,

I'd like you to put the embassy
on immediate lockdown.

Hmm, uh...

I have important guests.

And our lives are on
the bloody line, man.
Just do it!

Is that wise, sir?
We know he smuggled in a gun.

What if he has
a second bomb here?

So far, he's been very precise.

I believe if he did,

it would have been
part of the threat.

I agree, ma'am

A lockdown
would help us contain him, sir.

Ambassador?

Initiate a lockdown.

This is Brody.
The ambassador has ordered
an immediate lockdown.

With permission,
I'd like to send in
a team of specialists.

That won't be necessary.

With all due respect, Ronald,
you're a businessman.

You have zero experience
in this arena.

So, if this is
a coordinated Russian attack

on both our countries, then--

It'll be handled.
We're Americans, Madeline.

All we do is handle shit.

Besides, we already have
one of London's finest

should we need
some British insight.

Who?

Ma'am?

Hana, sorry to cut to the chase,

I've just been informed

that you're inside
the US Embassy.

I am.

Thank God, because I need you.

Exit secured.

Do you have any idea
who this man is, ma'am?

Not yet.
But we're running checks

on all Russian assets
still inside the UK.

You think he's Russian?

We do.

The airport cleaner,
Alexander Bortnik,

he was Russian too.

We have a voice recording
of the suspect,

but is there anything else
you can give us
description-wise?

Caucasian, mid-30,
about six foot, 180 pounds.

Brown beard, glasses.

It's not much to go on.

No.

But there's a coffee shop,
in Terminal Three.

The Hot Brew Company.

I believe that's where
he poisoned the courier.

- Why?
- Strychnine
is fast-acting,

and it's the only place
the courier consumed anything

after deboarding.

I haven't seen
the security footage,

but I reckon
there's a solid chance
our suspect's on it.

I'll have a car sent now.

Thank you.

Is there anything else
I can do to help?

Hana, I need you to be
my eyes and ears

inside that embassy.

Yes, ma'am.

Just swept the lower level.
I'm gonna check this floor.

Thank you.

Same again when you're ready.

Macallan M, splash of water.

Man of taste.

Well, I like to think so.

So, how do you know
the ambassador?

His plane killed my son.

I don't care
what the position is,

no one leaves this building
without my express permission.

- Anyone...
- RSO Brody!

Understood, sir.

It seems you have friends
in high places.

Your intruder has a detonator.

I'm aware.
The Director General briefed us.
I'm handling it.

How?

Hana, I don't answer to you.

Well, maybe you should,
'cause whatever shiny title
you have in here,

- you're not qualified
to run a murder investigation.
- Look,

I'm sorry about Hendon,
I really am.

And I know
what you must think of me,

but I was recommended
for this post by the MOD,

so, clearly, somebody thinks
I'm pretty fucking good
at my job.

I'm the only one
who's seen his face.

You need me.

All right.

But let's get one thing clear.

I'm the RSO, I'm running things.

Don't get in my way,
don't overstep,

and you answer to me.

Feel better?

Give me a sit-rep.

No sight of him yet, sir.

The DSS agents
are checking every floor now.

How's he avoiding detection?

We have over 300 cameras
and a 1000 sensors.

It's only a matter of time
before he's found.

What's that room there,
the one with the guests in?

The Lincoln Suite. Why?

Because if you're scouring
the corridors for me,
that's where I'd hide.

In plain sight.

We're monitoring
the doors.

Only DSS agents
working the floor
are allowed inside.

- You should still look.
- Hana,

right now, the guests are safe,

and they don't even know
they're in a lockdown.

I'd like to keep it that way.

Mary.

So glad you could come.

It's been too long.

Thank you for inviting us,

and congratulations
on all of this.

Thank you. And you know,
I couldn't have done it

without the help of
everyone in this room.

Including Craig here.

Hey, buddy, why don't you
save some champagne
for the rest of us, huh?

I thought
this was a celebration?

Oh, it is, it is, it is.

Keep it together,
friend,

or I'll have somebody
remove you.

- Enjoy the party, Mary.
- Thank you.

Honey, if even Ronald
is telling you

to slow down, maybe you...

Hmm, Ronald always gets
what he wants, doesn't he?

Agent Lewis for RSO Brody.

Go for Brody.

I'm in
the server room, sir.

I've found the diplomatic bag.

All agents, intruder was
recently in the server room.

I want a full sweep
of sublevels one, two, three.

It's got
his courier clothes
and glasses in it.

Also, it looks like he's shaved.

So, he's changed,

and we're no longer looking for
a man with a beard and glasses.

He went from the eighth floor
to the basement?

He wouldn't go all that way
just to change.

What do the servers
in that room run?

Everything electronic.

Card readers,
door access records...

Including the cameras?

Lewis, get out of there.

Get out now!

[ALL MACHINES POWER DOWN

What happened?

We just got hit.

Hana, stay here.

I need men to the server room.

Now!

Kill the silent alarms
until we know
what we're dealing with.

Lewis!

Try your card.

Axe! Move!

Lewis!

Get her out of here.

Shit!

Lewis, are you okay?

Yes, sir. What happened?

He's taken out
the security cameras.

This is Brody.

I need medics
to the server room,

- sub-level one.
- I'm fine, sir.

You're getting checked out.
That's an order!

All agents be advised

surveillance is down
and we are flying blind.

I want every floor
searched again.

He's here somewhere.

Thank you.

Where is she?

She's in the bathroom, sir.

The hell she is!

I told you to wait
in the security room.

I don't have time to waste.
How's Agent Lewis?

She'll be fine. Let's go.

- Wait...
- What did I say?

You don't make a move
unless I okay it.

I don't wanna spook these people
until it's absolutely necessary.

Yeah, with your cameras down,
I'm no use to you out there.

At least in here,
there's a chance
I might spot him.

He has a gun and a detonator.

Think about it.

If he is in here,
the last thing I want
is him feeling trapped.

Look, the way I see it,
this could go one of two ways.

I recognise him,
and we get the drop on him, here.

Or he sees me first,
and it flushes him out.

Those aren't
the only ways this could go.

Yes, it's a calculated risk,

but we need to take it
before he kills anyone else.

If we do this, we do it low-key.

You and me, we act like guests,
and we blend in.

- Yes?
- Mm-hmm.

Two club sodas, please.

If you do see him, alert me.

Under no circumstances
are you to engage.

Hmm, that'll be up to him.

I'm serious, Hana.

This is what I do.

Understood.

Have you
called your family, Alex?

No,
have you called Leonard?

Not yet.

Did you see that?

That's got to be our guy.

Megan, do we have
any other angles
that show his face?

No, ma'am,
but I'll dig in and see
if I can catch a reflection.

If you do, share it
with Langley,

and let's do a deep dive
on the murdered cleaner.

I want a full rundown.

All known associates,
both here and in Russia,

bank deposits, phone records,
social media.

He communicated
with this man somehow.

Director General Delaney?

Whose laptop is this?

Uh, it's Mr. Peterson's.

That's not mine.

I've never seen it before.

Gavin?

Did you bring a laptop on board?

Uh, no,
I didn't bring mine with me.

Then who brought it on?

Well, I did.

Mr. Peterson's driver

handed it to me
at the last minute,
so I...

I just assumed it was his.

Well, why the hell
didn't you ask

- instead of just
bloody assuming?
- Alex...

What? These people
are supposed to be vetted.

No good's going to come
of blaming.

It's onboard now,
and we have to deal with it.

Have the FBI
pick up your driver
for questioning.

Right. I'm sorry, Rowan.

Do you recognise anyone?

No, not yet.

So, you're sober?

Five years last month.

One day, I just realised that
while something bad

didn't happen
every time I drank,

if something bad did happen,
I'd always been drinking.

You weren't drunk when you broke
four of our instructor's ribs,

and left him with a concussion.

Yeah, I know.

Listen,

about that day...

Excuse me.

Can I help you, sir?

Is it you?

I... don't believe we've met.

I'm the embassy's RSO,
Agent Brody.

Brody?

That's right.

Oh, I see.

Air Marshal Johnson.

Oh.

I thought you were
somebody else.

Yeah, I've got
one of those faces.

Indeed.

My mistake.

We need the police bomb squad
to advise on the next steps.

I can do better than that.

This is
the Secretary of Defence,
Alex Peterson.

Put me through
to the Company Commander
of Thirteen EOD.

I wouldn't do that.

The keyboard's Cyrillic.

Mark? Yes.

It's me.

Uh, I hear
the Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon
is your top man.

Right. I want him deployed
to Thames House immediately.

I run an aviation
electronics company.

Have you heard of
flight recorders?

Ah, yeah, the, um, the...
the Black boxes, huh?

- That's right.
- Ah!

You know,
the funny thing is,
they're not even black.

Ah!

And what is it that
you do in Zurich, Jakob?

I, uh, work in risk management.

Ah!

What's wrong?

I think I see him.

Where?

Ten o'clock.
Second table from us.

Six foot,

dark suit.

You sure?

As sure as I can be.

Did he see you?

I don't think so.

Okay, I want you
to circle right.

Don't approach him,
don't even look at him.

If he has seen you,
he'll track you and not me.

Ready?

What about the detonator?

Trust me.
I won't let him use it.

Don't move your hands.

That's not him.

What?

That's not him.

- Ruth?
- Ma'am,

Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon
is here from the EOD.

- Alex?
- Coming.

You're on.

Director General,
Defence Secretary,

I'm looking at
the suspect laptop now.

It's a US-made Grid box Arlap 5.

Hardened to withstand ATEX
and TEMPEST environments.

If it is the IED,
then the explosives
will be inside,

wired to the battery
and motherboard.

How do we find out?

Somebody has to
open it up, I'm afraid.

Is there
a tool kit on board?

Cockpit.

According to
the schematics,

you need to remove
the keyboard, ma'am.

Okay, Megan, Staff Sergeant,
you're gonna need to
talk us through this.

For that,
I'll need a live feed
from one of your phones.

You can use mine.

Um, maybe tampering with it
is a mistake?

Shouldn't we wait to find out
what their demands are?

We can't wait.

You're ex-Air Force, Sarah.

You know as well as I do,

the PM cannot allow us
to reach London,

if the bomb is still live.

Comms check for Brody.

Jesus Christ, Hana,
what the fucking hell was that?

That's exactly
what I was trying to avoid.

That was not the man I saw.
He must've slipped away
before we got to him.

Agent Brody!
What the hell was that?

You've pulled a gun
on one of the guests?

I had no choice, ma'am.
Hana said she saw the intruder.

I couldn't risk him
using the detonator.

Hana shouldn't even be here.

It is my understanding
you were asked to leave, DS Li.

I'm here at the request
of Thames House, Ms. Redding.

So, if you have
a problem with that,

I suggest you take it up
with Director General Delaney.

Are we done?

You're doing great, ma'am.

There are three more to go,
and then you can
release the keyboard.

Only three, huh?

So, Alex?

Mm-hmm.

Are you still glad
you missed Tillman's party?

Right now, I think I'd rather be
anywhere but here.

Let's try that again, shall we?

Steady does it, ma'am.

Hmm, Ronald's assistant
just texted.

He wants to have
a private word with me.

- Uh-oh.
- Hmm.

I told you,
you should slow down.

I'm fine.

Plus, I wanna get
some things off my chest too.

Craig Stewart.

I have an appointment
in the four...

fourth-floor lounge.

You'll need an escort.

It's with
Ambassador Tillman.

I'm pretty sure
he'd rather talk alone.

Guest, Craig Stewart,
heading up to four.

Thank you.

Okay.

That's all the screws out.
What now?

The keyboard should lift
from the bottom, ma'am,

where the spacebar is.

Then it slides out of two clips
at the top, and lifts free.

You ready?

Are we ready?

Go slowly, ma'am.

Okay.

Stop!

What is it?

Sir, can you get the camera down
under the edge?

What are you looking for?

Tripwires.

Fourth floor. Doors opening.

Hello.

Ronald?

What do you see?

Looks clear, ma'am. Proceed.

There's an IDC
connecting the ribbon

to the underside
of the keyboard.

Gently unclip it.

Sir, could you point the camera
inside the laptop?

There's nothing there.

I don't see any sign
of an explosive, ma'am.

Staff Sergeant,
that yellow wire,

it's not on the diagram.

Sir, can you move
the camera in closer,
and follow the yellow wire?

Can you tilt the camera

and look back
under the trackpad area?

Oh, no.

What is it, Ruth?

It's C-4, ma'am.

How much C-4?

Enough to blow your plane
out of the sky, sir.

Fucking asshole!

Oh, wasting my time!

Think you can push me around?

Oh.

I didn't see you there.

I'm Craig Stewart.

Did Ambassador Tillman
send you?

No.

DCM Redding isn't used to
being spoken to like that.

I don't work for her,
and I'm not here
to make friends.

So, I've noticed.

Okay, that's like
the second dig
you've made like that.

It's not a dig, it's admirable.

When you work,
you're like a horse
with blinkers on.

You always were.

I'm surprised
you're only a DS, to be honest.

Well, not everyone
appreciates my style.

What do you think he was doing
in the Lincoln Suite?

Best case scenario? Hiding out.

Worst case?

Scoping a target.

You mean the ambassador?

Right now,
I can't discount anything.

Go for Brody.

What?

Where?

Jesus! Where's the medics?

Emergency! I need medics
in the east atrium now!

What happened?

He must have fallen
from one of the walkways.

Are you sure about that?