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Please be advised,
there is a Russian frigate

and submarine
running drills in the area.

I'd like to take
a brief moment of remembrance

for the two airmen
who lost their lives

in the prototype D-300.

I was CEO of A.M. Aeronautics
at that time.

MI5 Director
General Madeline Delaney

discussed the 64 Russian officials

recently expelled from British
and US embassies across Europe.

Somebody inside your embassy
has called in a bomb threat
against our flight.

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.

Initiate a lockdown.

To the past,
staying the past.

And, thanks to Ronald,
only blue skies ahead.

Keep it together, friend,
or I'll have somebody
remove you.

Whose laptop is this?

I hear that
Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon
is your top man.

I want him deployed
to Thames House immediately.

...and look back
under the trackpad area.

Oh, no. It's C-4, Ma'am.

We just got hit.

I didn't see you there.

Did Ambassador Tillman send you?

He must have fallen from
one of the walkways.

You sure about that?

All clear.
Follow us around.

Sir.

- Sir.
- Clear.

This is about
the preservation of evidence.

This is a live situation.
I don't have time
for police protocols.

You had no right
to move his body.

I wasn't leaving him on display.

This is a nightmare.

Make sure none of the guests
find out.

This is a pleasant surprise,
Prime Minister.

It's not a social call, John.
I need to bring you back in.

How soon can you assume command
at Thames House?

Thames House?

I'm sure Madeline would have
some choice words to say
about that.

She's relinquished
her position, John.

She's been compromised
by the Russians.

Compromised how?

I'll have you
briefed in the car.

He has a missing button.

It could have been
ripped off in a struggle.

Could have fallen off
before tonight.

Would you wear a torn jacket
to an embassy gathering, though?

Where is he?

Oh, Craig. Jesus.

Look at you.
What have you done to yourself?

I-I told him to take it easy.

Ambassador, there seems to be
some confusion

as to why Mr. Stewart
left the gathering.

He told Agent Lewis
he was meeting you
on the fourth floor, sir.

But he wasn't.

Do you have any idea
why he'd say that?

No, not a clue.
So where are we
on finding the intruder?

We're searching
every floor again,

and agents are sealing rooms
behind them.

We'll box him in.

And we still have no idea
what he wants

beyond nobody
leaving the building?

No, sir, but with that in mind,
I think for your own protection,

we should remove you
from the party.

Absolutely not.

I'm not hiding.
This is my night, RSO Brody,
in case you hadn't noticed.

If you can't handle one man,

maybe we should find
someone who can.

That won't be necessary.

I should hope not.

Ambassador, do you have any idea
why the intruder went up
to your office?

What do you mean?

You'd think
his first logical target

would have been the server room

- to take out the cameras.
- Which he did.

But only after
going all the way up
to the ambassador's office.

So my question is,
why do you think he did that?

No idea.

Come on, Cece.

He's lying.

Yeah.

I saw that too.

But about what?

You two, wait outside
and close the door.

Couldn't have.

Ronald,
we shouldn't be in here.

I don't understand
what's wrong.

You heard Detective Li.
What possible reason
could he have had

to come up to this office?

Oh, thank God.

What is it?

I was
just being paranoid.

I thought he might have
broken into the safe,
but how could he?

Doesn't have the code.

- We're ready for you, sir.
- Right.

Let's do this.

I read your report
on the way over,
so I'm up to speed.

Hana Li really does
tend to find herself

in the wrong place
at the right time, doesn't she?

She does, sir.

Okay, everyone, if I could
have your attention, please.

For those of you
that don't know me,

I'm John Tennant, DG of
the Homeland Security Group.

The Prime Minister
has asked that I step in

and resolve this situation
as quickly as I can.

It was actually Delaney, sir.

Sorry, Megan. What was?

Delaney insisted that you be
the one to take over, sir.

- Really?
- Mm.

Well, things
didn't exactly go smoothly
the last time I was here,

but I hope that we can
put that behind us
and all pull together,

because an attack on one
is an attack on all.

Now, let's get
Director General Delaney

and the others
safely off that plane.

Stirring words, sir.

Thank you.
I practiced.

Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon,

you must be the best
for Secretary Peterson
to request you.

Do you have a plan
to disarm this bloody bomb?

I do.

Then what are we waiting for?

Give me a sit-rep of the roof?

All clear, sir. Roof's clear.

- Can I see the result?
- I'm afraid not.

Sorry,
actually, can you make that
two, please?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Jakob.

- Ah.
- We meet again.

Ah, Perry, right?

That's right.

Sorry, I have
so many names to remember.

Ah, the bartender gave me
two whiskeys.

I think she thought
"double" meant "two."

Would you, uh,
would you care for one?

Sure. Thank you.

Whiskey, huh?

- Santé.
- Cheers.

Doors opening.

This looks like the spot.

Hmm.

He was drinking bourbon. Neat.

I don't see any signs
of a struggle.

He must have weighed what?
Two hundred pounds?

At least.

Which is another reason
I'd lean toward accident.

Why?

Do you know how skilled
somebody would need to be

to leave him
with no defensive wounds

and get him
up and over this railing

without anyone
in the lobby hearing?

He did have a mark
on his windpipe.

So, blow to the throat,
choke him out, toss him over.

Jesus.

And don't forget he was drunk,

so he wouldn't have
been vulnerable.

Remind me,
which of us was in the SAS?

Go for Brody.

I'm on my way.

A guest wants to leave.

I need to explain why he can't,
without explaining.

You good here?

I'm fine. Go.

Thank you.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking...

why hasn't he made any demands

other than we can't land
and the party guests
can't leave?

What does he want?

And how does trapping himself
in the US bloody embassy
help him get it?

When you put it like that,
he sounds insane.

Can't make that mistake.

We have to think.

If the Russians are behind this,
how does it help them?

The intruder has a reason
for every action.

We just can't see it yet.

- Hana.
- Ma'am,

a guest called Craig Stewart
is dead.

He's an American engineer
here with his wife.

Throwing up his details
now, ma'am.

He was Chief Safety Officer
for A.M. Aeronautics.

That's Tillman's former company.

He was apparently
extremely drunk,

and the people here
are pushing for accident.

But with everything else
going on,

I don't think so.

Surely they have footage
of the incident?

The intruder took out
the embassy cameras
and security systems.

He can move around
however he wants now.

How?

He used some kind of explosive.

He snuggled it in with a gun
and a change of clothing.

They were all
in the diplomatic bag.

Which means
someone is helping him.

All I know
is that it came from DC.

Ma'am,

- can you find out who sent it?
- Ruth,

can you track down the sender
of the diplomatic bag?

Very good, ma'am.
- Megan,

find out everything you can
about Craig Stewart.

If he was employed by Tillman,

it means he had oversight
on a lot of military contracts.

Look for any ties between him
and the Russians.

On it.

So we've got a bomb threat,
a break-in,

and a murdered guest.

And not so much as one lead
tying them together.

Keep going, Hana.

The man with the answers
is inside that building.

Find him.

What are you doing down here?

Looking for the bathroom?

Oh, Jesus. Jakob.

You okay, Perry?

No. I don't feel so good.

Well, maybe it was
something you drank.

What's happened to your accent?

Why are you wearing
an embassy ID?

What have you done to me?

Just give it a minute.

Let me help you.

No! No!

[MARY SOBBING AND SNIFFLING

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I was told
your husband went to meet
the ambassador, Mrs. Stewart,

but could he have been meeting
anybody else?

Oh, uh...

I don't know.

I understand your husband
worked on military contracts.

That's right.

I'm wondering if you ever
heard him talk about

Russian projects
or clients or firms

that he'd been in touch with.

No.

But I wouldn't.

Military contracts
are classified
by their very nature.

Sure.

But outside of contracts,

did he ever talk to you
about work life, in general?

He did. To a point.

He used to love his job.

Used to?

Well,

all that changed
a few years ago.

He stopped
talking about work entirely.

Hated going.

Stopped inviting me
to company events.

He wanted to keep
work and family very separate.

Did he say why?

I think it was because there was
a lot of pressure on him.

And...

leaving it all at the office
was the only way for him
to stay sane.

But all of that was in the past,
you know?

He said after this trip,
he'd be able to talk
about retirement.

The future.

I felt like he was starting to
let me back in.

And now...

I'm sorry.

Do you know what he meant,
Mrs. Stewart?

What was gonna happen
after this trip?

Uh, he was gonna be
let out of his contract.

I understand you make engines
for our military aircraft.

Among other customers, yes.

My son was a pilot for the RAF.

Oh, yes?

You probably know his name.
Patrick Johnson.

- You're Patrick Johnson's
father?
- That's right.

And I'd love to talk to you
about what happened.

I, for one,
don't believe it was right
to blame the Russians.

- It's not right.
It's a bloody cover-up, and I--
- Air Marshal.

Sorry to interrupt, Mr. King.

I just need a quiet word
with Air Marshal Johnson.

Not at all.

What are you doing here?

So, it is you.

Don't play games.

I was invited.

As far as I'm aware,
you're not the CEO of jack shit.

So why are you here?

I want answers
about what really happened
to my son.

I'm entitled to that,
don't you think?

Who invited you?

What business is that of yours,
Agent Brody?

'Cause you shouldn't be here.

This is Brody.
I'm busy right now.

What?

Where?

On my way.

We're not done here.

Find DS Li.
Tell her to meet me there.

For my plan to work,

you'll need
a short length of wire,

20 to 28 American Gauge.

That's much finer
than a regular wire.

I've got a speaker
and we can see the wires.

That's good.

Like this?

Yeah, that's perfect.

Now use something sharp
to scrape away the coating
on the yellow wire.

Be careful not to cut
all the way through.

What we're trying to do
is bypass power from the C-4

and make a closed
electrical circuit.

That's enough, ma'am.

Now twist one end
of the speaker wire onto it.

Then carefully hook
the other end
to the red wire,

coming from the C-4.

Easy does it, ma'am.

You don't want to cause a spark.

You've got this.

What's that?
There's a red light flashing.

What's happening?

Must be a fail-safe,
measuring voltage.

What do I do?

You need to carefully
detach the wire,

or the bomb will detonate.

It's caught.

Remember, don't cause a spark.

God.

Hurry, Madeline.

God... Get it.

Sorry. I... panicked.

It's stopped.

That was
a close call, sir.

Is there anything else
we can try?

We'll keep working on it,
Madeline.

Sergei.

John.

I was wondering
when you would call.

How are you?

Not a great day.

No.

You're aware of what's going on?

Moscow is talking about
nothing else.

This is looking like
a strike back against Delaney

for expelling your spies.

You're right.
It does look a lot like that.

As we always say,

looks can be deceiving.

Do you really think
we would commit an act of war
on so little provocation?

Do you know something?

No.

Can you find out
if there's any link

between the bomb on the plane
and your people?

I can make inquiries.

Do I need to say that
time is of the essence?

I'll be in touch.

I'll be waiting.

- Go ahead.
- Ma'am.

Do you know who he is?

Perry Lambert.

I checked the guest list.
He came alone.

Who found him?

An agent doing his sweep.

Killer had him hidden
under that tarp there.

So you agree it's murder?

One guest accident,
I can believe, but not two.

And last time I checked,
bodies don't hide themselves.

He doesn't appear to have
any defensive wounds.

Just like Craig Stewart.

And discolouration to the throat
would suggest that
he was choked.

This Russian's good.

He's fast.

Do we know
why he left the gathering?

One of the Marines said
he was gonna throw up.

Well, I don't see
any bathrooms here.

So I guess that he was
killed somewhere else.

And dumped here.

But how?

Our men are spread thin,

and we've still
no cameras or door access data.

And why hide the body?

The killer didn't hide
Craig Stewart.

Maybe he figured
two guests dying
would start a panic.

Or...

he isn't finished.

And he doesn't want us to
start connecting the victims.

John.

Madeline.

You're sitting at my desk,
aren't you?

How did you know?

An educated guess.

What's the news?

Everyone's working
as hard as they can down here.
I've just heard from the FBI.

Peterson's driver is clean.

They believe the laptop was
in the back of the Escalade,
as he said.

So he's a dead end.

They'll keep digging.
They're also checking staff

at his hotel who may have
helped load the car.

Thank you.

Of course.

How are you holding up?

Oh, we're, uh...

We're keeping it together
for now.

Listen,

I know we haven't always
seen eye to eye...

And probably never will.

Quite.

With that said,

I am curious as to why
you asked for me to step in.

Because I know
you'll always tell me straight.

Which is why I'm surprised
you're beating around
the bush now.

There's no way to defuse it,
is there?

No.

Right now, our only hope
is to find that detonator,

or the person responsible.

I also picked you because I know
you'll follow through
on the hard decisions.

So when
the Prime Minister calls...

I won't let it come to that.

But when she does,

and she gives the order
to shoot us down,

you'll do what needs to be done.

You have my word.

No matter.
You're welcome.

Sir, we need a private word.

I just heard. Who is it?

Perry Lambert.

Perry?

Jesus.

Are you sure he was murdered?

The killer hid the body, ma'am.
There's no doubt.

Ambassador, you're the only one
who knows everybody here.

Can you tell me
what connects the two victims?

Uh... c-connects them...

Well, this wasn't random.

There's a reason
the killer targeted these men.

Well, if there is,
I have no idea what it could be.

Why don't you take a minute?

Think about it.

You're calling me a liar, DS Li?

No, Ambassador. She's not.

Fine.

If you don't know, then...

I'm going to need to
tell your guests what's going on

and gather any information
that could be helpful to us.

Is she out of her fucking mind?

Right now, Ambassador,
your only concern should be
the safety of your guests.

Don't tell me
what my concerns should be.

These are my friends.
Of course I want them
to be safe.

If we don't
find the killer soon,

any one of these people...
your friends, could be next.

If I listen to you
and we announce what's happening
before he's caught,

it'll undo
everything I've worked for.

This is an opportunity
to project strength,

- DS Li, not weakness.
- Ambassador.

Congratulations, Ronald.

This is only the beginning, Tom.

I got big plans. Just...
Just one second, okay?

And I'll be damned
if I'm gonna be known as
the ambassador

who couldn't stop one Russian
in his own fucking embassy.

That will not be my legacy.

Do your fucking jobs.

Hey, Tommy.
Over here, my friend.

Can you double security
on this suite, RSO Brody?

Yes, ma'am, and I suggest that
no guest goes anywhere

without a Marine escort
until this is resolved.

Okay. Then I think
we're done here.

What the fuck was that?

More guards is not the answer.

I need to know
why this is happening.

Listen, I can't change the past,
but trust me,

I am not working
against you here.

I want to find out
what the fuck is going on
as much as you do.

I don't trust
Ambassador Tillman.

He knows there's a connection
between the victims
and doesn't want to tell me.

Frankly, with how much
the killer knows

about the inner workings
of this embassy...

you're about the only person
I do trust.

Okay, everyone, listen up.

There's been another murder
at the U.S. Embassy.

Perry Lambert, British, married,
runs an electronics company,

Lambert Data Systems.

They specialise
in aeronautic audio
and data storage equipment.

Now both Stewart and Lambert
worked in aviation

and according to
Defence Secretary Peterson,

they both worked on
dozens of classified projects.

So, I want connections,
that's both professional
and personal

between these men and Russia.

Look for any trace
on the MI5 IP, PND,
and NCIA databases.

They were targeted for a reason.

Let's crack their phone records,
scan their texts,
hack their emails.

And before Megan can say:
"That's illegal,"

I'll have a Home Office Warrant
written up.

Right, let's hustle people!

The clock is literally ticking!

Ah, Mrs. Stewart.

Detective Li. Um...

They said they would
arrange an ambulance
for his body, but...

I'm sorry, there's
a larger situation
going on right now,

and everyone is being asked
to stay for

- just a bit longer.
- I see.

Do you know a man called
Perry Lambert?

Perry? Yes.

My husband works... Sorry.

Worked with him.

He's actually
at the party tonight.

You said they worked together,
do you know if they were close?

Yes.

They used to talk all the time.

Night and day.

I was suspicious at first
that it was another woman,

the midnight calls, but...

it was just the time difference.

Do you know
what they talked about?

I told you
Craig went through
a dark period.

Well, Perry
was on that same contract.

If you ask me, they were

probably just trying to
keep each other's spirits up.

Because business was bad
for both companies?

Yes, that.

And the fallout
from the accident.

The accident?

Obviously,
as Chief Safety Officer,

the deaths weighed
more heavily on Craig
than anybody.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stewart.

What accident
are you talking about?

Well, the accident
with the Samson D-300.

So, you've contracted
Craig Stewart and Perry Lambert
on multiple projects.

Can you think of anything about
those two particular men

that would put them in
the crosshairs of the Russians?

No. I haven't even spoken
to either of them

for at least 12 months.
Not since...

Not since?

Since we testified
before the closed hearing
in D.C.

The inquiry into what caused
the prototype D-300 to go down.

I've found a connection.

This is what ties together
the killings at the embassy
and the bomb on the plane.

Why were
those particular people
called to testify?

Tillman, obviously,
as CEO of A.M Aeronautics,

was present because
his company was in charge of
the fuselage final assemblage.

Lambert Data Systems
provided all the electronics,

CVR, et cetera.

And King Aviation was awarded
the engine contract.

What about Craig Stewart?

As Chief
Aviation Safety Officer at A.M.,

Craig Stewart had the final say
on manufacturing quality.

So his post-crash analysis
was vital.

And he said that there was
no fault with the plane.

In any way shape or form.

Plus you bring a Russian frigate

and nuclear submarine
running battle drills
into the equation.

Thumbing their noses at NATO
just outside US
territorial waters.

It was a recipe for disaster.

The Russians aren't targeting me
for kicking out spies.

This is about you,

for accusing them
of shooting down the D-300.

The Russians
have been looking for an excuse
to escalate things.

And it wasn't
an accusation, Madeline.

Based on a fair analysis
of the evidence,

it was the only
logical explanation.

But you can't prove it was them.

Come on Madeline.
You know the drill.

We make decisions
based on incomplete information
all the time.

That's the job.

By process of elimination,
if it wasn't the aircraft,

all that's left
is the bloody Russians.

Well, unfortunately for us,

the Russians
don't seem to agree.

And I want an escort
for any guests
leaving the suite.

Even for the bathrooms.
Understood?

RSO Brody?

You know,
you can just call me Brody.

Delaney wants me
to interview Ambassador Tillman
and Noel King.

About what?

The downing of a plane
called the Samson.

Wait.

Samson D-300?

That's right.

Well, what about it?

Well, she thinks
that's what connects

the bomb threat
to these murders.

- How?
- The Secretary of Defence,

Craig Stewart and Perry Lambert

all testified in
a closed-door hearing in DC.

I know. They blamed Russia.

Well, Tillman and King
also testified,

which makes them
the only two people
still alive at this gathering

who know how they came
to that conclusion.

Are you saying there's a chance
it wasn't the Russians?

I'm saying Delaney wants me
to talk to them.

Okay. Well, you talk to King,
let me handle the ambassador.

- I can talk to them both.
- I know you can.

But the way you left things,
Tillman's not telling you shit.

Trust me, I got this.

All clear.

I have the room. Man the door.

Mr. King. DS Li. London Police.

Is something wrong?
It's not one of my kids, is it?

I'm sure
your family's fine, sir.

No, I want to talk to you

about the hearing you attended
in Washington last year.

The hearing? Why?

You got some balls
dragging me away
like that, Brody.

It's important, Sir.

See we've been
looking for a connection
between the Russians,

our two victims and the bomb
on the plane.

And you came up with the D-300?

Not me, sir.

That was
the Secretary of Defence.

Peterson?

I see.

Go on.

Pulling up
Peterson's closing presentation
on Capitol Hill.

We have it, Madeline.

If Alex could talk us through
what we're watching.

You have to remember
this was twelve months ago.

Do your best.

Well, as you can see here,

this is a model of
the prototype Samson D-300
on that fateful flight.

At 12:03 EST, the Samson
was approaching the US coastline

and holding steady
at 30,000 feet.

All electronic indicators
told us that the aircraft
had no issues.

All systems were in the green,

which was a crucial factor
in the investigation.

The only RAF crew onboard
were Flight Lieutenant
Patrick Johnson

and his co-pilot
Flying Officer Paul Edney.

At 12:05,
the aircraft received a report
from the Jersey Tower

about the exercises
being performed
by the Russians in the area.

Did they attempt
to alter course?

No, but there was
something going on
between the crewmen

because the co-pilot
left his seat.

Do you know why?

No, but if he hadn't,

maybe he could have
saved the plane.

About two minutes later,
the black box reports

there was
a catastrophic shut down
of the electronic flight systems

and the plane went into
a steep descent.

The data-destruction recovered
was consistent with either
an EMP strike

or a missile impact
in the computer bay.

Both of which
the frigate and submarine
were armed with.

At the hearing,
there was only
one logical ruling.

Whether intentional
or accidental,

it was the Russians.

Did the pilot try and send
a distress signal?

Without the voice recorder,
we'll never know.

Thank you, Mr. King.
Just one more thing.

Why didn't you have access
to the cockpit voice recorder?

Because it was never recovered.

Now do you see
it was the right call to make?

It had to be the Russians.

No.

Still don't like it.
I still have questions.

Why didn't they
change course?
Why no distress call?

And why did the co-pilot
leave his seat
seconds before shutdown?

Nobody knows.
Maybe he needed
the bloody bathroom.

Actually, Madeline,
there's something else
you should see.

Megan has been
combing through news
from the time of the crash

and found something
that contradicts
the panel's testimony.

- What?
- Show me.

Can you see it on your screen?

What am I looking at?

A King Aviation employee
who committed suicide

less than 24 hours
after the D-300 crash.

That's quite a coincidence.

Who is he?

Nicholas Martin, ma'am.

He was the chief project manager
overseeing the D-300.

He's reported as drowning,
though no body was
ever recovered.

Apart from the curious timing,

I don't see
how this has any relevance
on the panel's ruling.

Mr. Martin filed
a serious complaint
regarding the D-300

in the month before
his mysterious demise.

What sort of complaint?

I don't know, ma'am.
The report no longer exists.

So how do we know it ever did?

Because all the paperwork
for its submission remains.

Just not the complaint itself.

So somebody erased it.

Ruth, go and talk
to the widow in person.

Find out
what her husband discovered.

On my way, ma'am.

Megan, send the address
to my mobile.

You said

there was zero possibility
of a mechanical fault
with the D-300.

That's what I was told.

Christ, Alex.

You accused the Russians
on Tillman's say so

without checking the facts.

There were billions of pounds
of government contracts
on the line.

Did it never occur to you
that it might be
in Tillman's best interest

not to tell you
that there was a fault
with the bloody plane?

Your naivety
might cost us our lives

as well as starting a war.

I'm looking for RSO Brody.

He went up to the eighth
with Ambassador Tillman.

Thanks.

Sir.

I thought
this floor was secured.

Just doing
a final check.

Who gave you that order?

Doors opening.

This is Brody.
Do we have men
\on the first floor?

DSS AGENT
Negative.
That's a negative, sir.

Doors closing.

Intruder is in
the south elevator heading up.

Agents respond.

Looks like we're going to
the same floor.

Any updates
on finding the intruder?

Agent Marks?

Not yet, ma'am.

We'll find that son of a bitch.

It's still going up!

Do you have any thoughts
on what he wants?

I mean, U.S. Embassy...

all those guns.

He's taking one hell of a risk.

Some risks are worth taking...

Hana.

I'm not scared of you.

Good for you, Hana.