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Hana and I
trained together at Hendon.

What, he's the partner that

- nearly killed your instructor?
- Yep.

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

But where are we
on finding the intruder?

We're searching
every floor again.

Ambassador,
do you have any idea

why the intruder
went up to your office?

I thought
he might have
broken into the safe,

but how could he?

Mr. King, I want to
talk to you about

the hearing you attended
in Washington last year.

- This is about you.
- The Secretary
of Defence,

Craig Stewart,
and Perry Lambert

all testified
in a closed-door hearing
in D.C.

Tillman and King also testified,
which makes them

the only two people
still alive at this gathering.

Air Marshal Johnson.
He's got money from Russia,
but he's denying everything.

John Albert Johnson,
the father of Patrick Johnson.

He doesn't go anywhere,
and no one sees him without me

or RSO Brody present.

What's that?

I got it when I left the SAS.

The killer has the same tattoo.

What does that mean, RSO Brody?

That he's not Russian.

Why is everything
a dead end with this guy?

There's a camera
on my jacket.

I think we can use it
against him.

What are you doing here, Jess?

I'm on a story.

Nicholas Martin
met with an unknown male,

white, mid-30s,
the night he disappeared.

Whoever that man is
could be the key to everything.

We're military police, ma'am.

- Found it.
- Hey!

- What are you doing?
- Get...
Get your hands off her!

Oh, my God. You're shot.

We can reset sea level.

I won't know
my true altitude anymore.

- I can handle that from here.
- If the plane

drops below 20,000 feet,

the bomb will self-detonate.

- Prime Minister?
If you've not told me

that the bomb threat
is neutralised in 40,

I will down that plane.

Continuing descent.
Maintaining sea level
at 30,000 feet.

20,000.

You're below 20, Captain.

It worked.

We're not on the ground yet.

Nineteen thousand
nine-fifty.

Approaching 19,500.

Megan, have NATS clear them
a flight path.

Let's divert from Heathrow
to Dunsfold Aerodrome.

- Yes, sir.
- Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon,

I want bomb disposal there, waiting.

Yes, sir.

Prime Minister,
I have good news.

Okay.

Oh, come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.

It's okay, it's okay.

Come on!

All right, where's the fire?

Matt.

Jess.

Ruth's been shot,
I need your help.

Shot? Come inside.

Okay, okay.

- In the kitchen.
- It's fine, it's okay.

- Where's she hit?
- Her left side.

You're okay, you're okay.
Let's get this off.

You're all right, steady.

Oh, right. Clear the table.

Just swipe it onto the floor.

- Is she gonna be okay?
- In the pantry, there's a,

um, a first aid kit
on the top shelf.

Pantry. Right.

What happened? Who shot her?

- Military police.
- What? Why?

They were after
a hard drive we have.

Lives depend on it.
MI5 need to see what's on it.

This is bad, Jess.
She's lost a lot of blood.

Why didn't you take her
to the hospital?

'Cause you were closer.

And I didn't think
she'd make it.

And you're
the only person I trust.

You were right.
Her heart rate's 180
and climbing.

You need to save her
while I use your computer.

No. The computer's
gonna have to wait.

Wash your hands.

First thing I need to do
is get some fluids inside her

and try to bring
her heart rate down.

In the fridge,
you'll find an IV.

It's a clear bag of saline.
Can you bring it to me?

Why do you have saline?

Best thing for a hangover.

Elevate her legs.

Is she gonna be okay?

I don't know.
Put pressure on the wound.

Your hands on mine.

What?

Just do it.

Good.

Keep the pressure on.

I c... I can't.

Yes, Jess, you can.

Please save her.

DS Li has figured out
how the intruder has kept
one step ahead of us.

He put a micro camera
on her jacket

and he's been
watching and listening
to everything we do.

So destroy it.

Well, right now we believe
that he has no idea

that we know about the camera.

Hana thinks we can use that
to lure him into a trap.

Her plan is to use
Noel King as bait?

Just until
we make the intruder think

that Mr. King
has minimal protection.

Soon as that's done,

we'll move him
out of harm's way

- and set the trap.
- How?

If DS Li has a camera on her?

We're gonna transfer the camera
to somebody else.

Hana will stay behind
waiting for the intruder,

and I'll be close by.

It all sounds
incredibly reckless.

As annoying
as she can be, ma'am,

Hana knows what she's doing.

What do you need from me?

Just play along.

Agree that Noel King
and the ambassador

are too much at risk
in the gathering,

and we need to get them
out of there

and under armed protection.

Here she comes.

- Suit up.
- Yes, sir.

Crossing 500 feet.

I hope so, Megan,
or you're gonna be
scraping us off the runway.

Gear down.

Three greens.

Crossing 100 feet.

Seventy. Fifty

Thirty. Twenty. Ten. Zero.

Touchdown, Runway Alpha.

We're down.

Thank God for your team
at Thames House.

See? No, see. Well, there we go.
See, it's a slow burn.

I need you to come with us, sir.

What? I'm not going anywhere.

With all due respect, sir,
I'm not asking you.

It's the safest thing for you
and Mr. King, Ambassador.

- Escort the Ambassador
to his office, three-man team.
- Ron, what's going on?

One inside, two out.
I want eyes on him at all times.

What do you think
that was about?

I have no idea.

AMBUS is on the move.

Mr. King. Excuse me.

Can I have a word?

Lewis, I need you.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I have an assignment for you.

Yes, sir.

Yeah.

Secure.

Good luck, sir.

We did it, people.

Now let's get them
off the plane,

let bomb disposal do their work.

I'm proud of all of you.

Well done, Megan.

This is Megan.

I know the plane has landed.

It's him.

Silence, everyone.

If anyone approaches the plane,
I will detonate the device.

Sir, it's Thames House.

Thank you, Sarah.

- Now, let's get off
this bloody plane.
- Yep.

What are they doing?

Why are they moving back?

Fuck.

John,
what the hell's going on?

Why are bomb disposal
pulling back?

Madeline,

he knows you've landed.

MAN
Let me talk to who's in charge.

Sir.

This is Acting Director
General Tennant.

I mean the person
really in charge.

I'm listening, and you can
drop the Russian accent.

We know
you're British ex-military.

Do you finally have demands?

Only that
no one leaves the aircraft.

And you can tell Rowan
that I will blow up the plane
if he opens that door.

Rowan, stop. You'll kill us all.

I don't want to die.

No, none of us do.

Please, just let me go.

- It's gonna be okay.
- If anyone else
tries to leave...

Just calm down.

...you all die.

So what are you waiting for?

You've been watching us
this whole time, haven't you?

Why haven't you done it?

Madeline, what are you doing?

You sound like a woman
with a death wish, Madeline.

Not in the least.

You need us to get
out of the embassy, don't you?

I think your threat to kill us
is your escape plan.

But it seems
you're not finished,
am I right?

So you can't let us
leave the plane yet.

For God's sake, man,
if that's the case,

it's me you want.

Let these other people go.

Alex.

He's killing the people
he thinks lied in DC.

The rest of you
shouldn't die with me.

It's a little late
to grow a spine, isn't it,

Defence Secretary Peterson?

Please, I'm begging you.

They have nothing to do
with the D-300

or your brother's death.

Fine.

The rest can leave,

but you stay.

There's no exit wound.

The bullet's still inside her.

Here, put these on.

We're gonna have to risk it.

We need to get it out.

When you say "we,"
you mean you, right?

No, I mean we.
Give me your hands.

Please, I can't.

Jess, I need you.

Ruth needs you.

Just like before,
your hands on mine.

Okay. Okay, I'm gonna make
a small incision,

and when I say press,
I need you to push down hard

to expose the wound.

Okay, press.

Ah, where is it?

Yeah, I can feel it.

There's no major vessels,
I can get this out.

More pressure.

Okay.

Come on.

Ah, got ya.

Okay, release pressure.

Heart rate's still too high.

I need to...

suture this and then

get some more fluid replacement
inside her.

There was only one IV bag.

What blood type are you?

O... O-negative, why?

You're a universal donor
and she's gonna need some.

Down here, please.

Thank you.

- You okay? You injured?
- No.

Director General?

Go ahead, Sarah.
I'll be right behind you.

What you're doing
is very brave, sir.

Alex.

I don't know what to say.

Best not to say anything, eh?

Just get that detonator from him

before he escapes
from the embassy.

I will do everything in my power
to get you off this plane.

I give you my word.

- This way, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Director General, are you okay?

Mm. I need a car.

Yes, ma'am.

Thames House.
Len, I'm off the plane.

But there's still
an active bomb threat.

Follow me, sir.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Does someone want to tell me
what's going on?

I haven't done anything.

Where are you taking me?

Where are you
taking him, Hana?

It's for
your own protection, Mr. King.

Let's secure him in my office.

Megan, find out
everything the police know
about the incident.

And the rest of you,
keep trying to find a photo
of Charles Johnson.

Thank you all.

Okay, mm, save the applause.

Alex Peterson's life
is still on the line.

Madeline.

John.

Thank you. I mean that.

Well, the floor is yours.

Okay. Thanks, Helena.

Okay, Megan, what don't I know?

A report just came in
of two, uh,

military police officers
killed east of Heathrow.

And that pertains to us how?

Ruth's car was seen
leaving the area

and her mobile
was found at the scene.

What?

She was following up
on the engineer

who filed a complaint
against the D-300.

In her last contact,
she said she had CCTV footage

that showed Nicholas Martin
meeting somebody.

Do we know who?

No. She was bringing it in
for facial analysis.

Somebody
really doesn't want us
to know who that was.

Who's that driving?

Is that...

Jess Li, ma'am.

Yes.

And Ruth hasn't reported in?

- No, ma'am.
- Find her.

And if you can't find her,
find Jess.

How are you feeling, Jess?

Better than Ruth.

Do you wanna tell me
what that was all about?

And don't say
the sight of blood.

Sir George.

It's been over a year

and the thought of him
never leaves me.

Yeah.

I think that's enough.

I can give more.

No, that's enough.

Sir George died saving me.
Let me save Ruth.

You are.

You still have a landline?

Yep. That's how old I am.

Hello?

Yep, this is Dr. Nolan.

Matthew, it's Madeline Delaney.

Madeline? It's been a while.

It has.

I understand Jess Li
and Ruth Banks are there.

I'm assuming
if they've come to you,

there's a problem.

Ruth's been shot.

Is she all right?

Uh, I've removed the bullet.

Jess has donated blood,

but I really want to
move her to a hospital.

Is she in imminent danger?

No, but I'd be happier--

Then there's something
I need you to do first.

Ruth will understand.

This is time critical.

There's footage on that drive
we need to see.

In here, please, Mr. King.

I'm posting a marine
outside the door

so you'll be perfectly safe
in here.

Safe? From what?

Could someone please tell me
what the fuck is going on?

Do I need my lawyer?

Your life's in danger.

What?

There's a man in this building
who means you harm.

But I assure you
we can protect you.

Only the marine outside
will even know
you're in this office.

We should do a sweep
of the ambassador's floor.

Let's go.

No, no, wait, wait!

Do not leave this post.

No one has access to my office
except myself and DS Li here.

- Understood?
- Understood, sir.

Come on, Hana.

Okay, I'm gonna need
more information than this.

Who is after me?

I need you to put this on.

Why would anyone
want to hurt me?

He's the brother
of the D-300 pilot who died.

What?

He's ex-SAS, a trained killer,

and he thinks you lied about
why the plane went down.

Ah, that's nonsense.

Is it?

Of course it bloody is!

Well, he doesn't think so.

Whether he's being paid
by the Russians

or targeting you out of revenge,
he wants you dead.

Look, I'm not the only one
who testified in Washington.

There was Craig, Perry, Ronald.

Craig Stewart and Perry Lambert
are both dead.

They're here at the party.
I was just talking to them.

My God, you're serious.

Please put on the vest,
Mr. King.

I don't know why he's chosen
to do this here tonight,

but he has, and this is real.

Go with these agents.
They'll keep you safe.

And what about you?

I'm gonna stop the man
trying to kill you.

Huh. Good.

Doors opening. Floor eight.

You take those.

Go for Brody.

Understood. I'll meet you
in the server room.

Hana, we need to split up.
Keep searching this floor.

Are you in position?

Yeah, I am.

Do you see anything?

All clear.

I've told security
to stay off this floor

and the stairwells
to give him direct access.

Okay.

And now we wait.

Well...

we finally got to be
on a stakeout together.

If you stuck around, who knows?

Could have been partners.

Listen, um,

I know I owe you an explanation
for what happened at Hendon.

It's in the past.

The truth is...

my mother died that morning.

Why didn't you say?

She'd been
sick for a while.

I just felt helpless
that I couldn't do anything.

So, when I saw that instructor
elbow you in the face...

I just lost it.

I'm sorry.

I know how hard that is.

I lost my mum
just before we moved to England.

I should have skipped
training that day.

I didn't
want to let you down.

Me?

I knew
how hard you'd worked.

How important it was to you.

Thanks.

Sorry.

You kept it?

Of course.

I owe him my life.

He was a good man.

Right.

I'm connecting
the hard drive now.

Ready when you are.

Okay, Jess, I see it.

I've breached
Dr. Nolan's firewall
and I'm taking over.

That folder contains
all the CCTV from the pub.

It should be that file.

- Dated 18 months ago.
- Got it.

Jess, let's keep
the nature of your assailants
under wraps for now.

We don't know if or how
the military is involved.

Who's that?

Nicholas Martin.

He's the missing project manager
I was doing the story on.

Yes, uh,
we'll need to talk about that.

I know.

And that's the mystery man.

That's a hell of a way
to give someone a lift.

Is that all we have?

Yeah.

Thank you, Jess.

Uh, okay, Matthew,

I'm not sure what
we're in the middle of right now

or who had Ruth shot,

so if I have medical supplies
sent over,

can you stabilise Ruth on site?

Uh, yeah.
She'll need IV, Cephalexin,

a modified release opiate,

and another unit of O-negative.

Natalie.

Consider it done.

I don't know about you,

but I need a drink.

Bring up the mystery man again.

He looks familiar.

Enhance his face.

Run facial
against the MOD database.

Got him.

Flight Lieutenant
Patrick Johnson.

As in the pilot of the D-300?

So, Nicholas Martin
filed a complaint
about the D-300,

and the same day
the plane goes down,

he meets up with the pilot.

Why?

Perhaps to warn him
about a mechanical problem
with the plane?

Hmm.

Megan, grab the plates
off his car.

Find out where he went next.

It was 18 months ago, ma'am.

No district
stores CCTV that long.

Try gate records
at RAF Northholt.

Johnson flew from there
that night,

so it's worth a shot.

You're right, sir.

Yeah.

He entered the airbase

21 minutes after leaving
the pub car park.

And that was 24 hours before
Nick Martin's reported suicide.

And looking at
how friendly he is
with those guards,

I'm guessing
no one checked his boot.

The question is,
why was he there?

And how does this help us get
Peterson off that bloody plane?

Any news from MI5?

Nothing yet, sir.

So, you joined the army
and traveled the world?

I did.

This is my first time
back in England
since I left the regiment.

Not even to see your family?

Nah.

My dad and I
never really saw eye-to-eye.

After my mum died,

it was like
the glue holding us together
was gone

Didn't see much point
coming back.

If that makes sense.

Yeah.

My dad closed up
after my mum died.

Remarried.

Wouldn't talk to me about her.

I was so mad at him for so long.

Felt like he was forgetting her.

And me.

But recently,
he started opening up.

So, I'm glad
I didn't give up on him.

You only get one dad.

Oh, it's Delaney calling.

Ma'am?

I'm calling to tell you
I'm off the plane.

You landed?

We did.

Thank God. And the bomb?

Still active.

He let us all disembark except
for Defence Secretary Peterson.

Where are you
on finding this guy?

So, right now,
Noel King and Ambassador Tillman
are both safe.

Brody and I
have staked out an office

and we're
waiting for the killer
to make his move.

Remember,
he has the detonator.

He can't be allowed to use it.

Lewis to RSO Brody.

Go for Brody.

There's something wrong
with King.

Security sweep.

Hold on, sir.
I can't let you through.

I hear voices outside, ma'am.
I have to go.

I need to check
inside that office.

It's me.

Jesus,
I nearly shot you.

Oh...

On your feet, Air Marshal.

Something's wrong with King.

What?

What's happening?

Can't breathe.

Have you called the medics?

They're on their way.

What are those?

Nicotine gum.
I fucking hate them.

Well, then why'd you buy them?

I didn't.

So, where'd you get them?

DSS agent...
took pity on me.

Was it Agent Marks?

I think so, yeah.

Tell the medic
he's been poisoned.
Don't panic.

But if it's like the courier
at Heathrow, it's strychnine.

Lewis to medic...

So, he didn't show
because he thought

these would have
already killed King.

This is Brody.
I need a status update on AMBUS.

AMBUS is secure, sir.

Nobody gets access to him
without a direct order from me.

I want agents on the stairs
and the elevators locked off.

This is humiliating.

How can America's
finest protection service

not neutralise one goddamn man?

Starting tomorrow,

I'm instigating
a complete overhaul of the DSS.

After tonight's performance,
you'll be lucky

if any one of you
has a fucking...

What? No.

Are you fucking kidding me?
Where is it?

Fuck!

Is he gonna be okay?

Yes, ma'am.

Fuck!

What's happened?

Air Marshal Johnson's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

She means he played us, Hana.

She means
instead of coming here,

the killer took him.

Well, unless they're
working together...

They're not. This is Brody.

The intruder has a hostage,
Air Marshal John Johnson.

- Wait, hostage?
- If you locate them,
do not engage.

Hold your fire.
Repeat, hold your fire.

What are you doing?
We have a father and son team
with a clear motive to kill.

- It's not his son, Hana.
- Yeah, without a photograph,

how could you possibly know?

Because I'm his son!

What?

Charles Johnson,
estranged from his father,

joined the army at 21, ex-SAS.

- Just let me explain.
- No, that Air Marshal

didn't mistake you
for someone else
in the Lincoln Suite.

He knew exactly who you were
and you didn't say anything.

I was shocked to see him.
It's been decades.

So, you hid his identity from me
when you knew

there was a chance
that he was a prime suspect
in these murders!

I wanted to make sure
he wasn't involved

before I exposed him.

Before he exposed you!

What are the odds
of both me and my father
being here tonight?

When old Tillman and the others
lied about my brother's death,

that gives us both motive.

And the nail in the coffin?

He got sent money
from a Russian bank
this morning.

BRC Finances.

So did I.

What?

Look.

This looks like I was paid
to let the killer
into the embassy.

Somebody's trying to frame us.

That's why I didn't tell you.

Not because I don't trust you.

Because I'd be
pulled from the job

and I need to get
to the bottom of this.

Can you help me?

Is anything you've told me true?

Did your mother even die?

Or was that you playing me too?

Is it true?

Are you Charles Johnson?

Yes, he is.

Hand over your sidearm.

Hana,

you know me.

I thought I did.

Your sidearm, RSO Brody. Now.

Just remember
I gave you that gun.

Restrain him.

On what charges?

Negligence of duty,
evidentiary misconduct,

and possibly conspiracy
to commit murder.

Shit, think!

Who the fuck would...

He couldn't have...

Son of a bitch.

I'm gonna fucking end you.

Who are you?

Agent Thomas?

Explain the two names.

They're my legal names.

How?

I was an army brat.

I was born in the States
when my dad was stationed there.

It was before they were married,

so I got both surnames.

Brody Johnson.

When my dad got posted
to Scotland,

Mum was happy
because she was home.

She was pregnant with Pat
when he got his next posting,

abroad.

We stayed.

We didn't see my dad
very much after that.

When we did,

wasn't exactly happy families.

Especially the name thing.

He kept insisting I was Charles,

but my mother always called me
by my middle name.

Clay.

Yeah.

Agent Thomas?

Agent Thomas?

What the fuck?

Who opened the escape...

You.

So, it was you and your...

son.

Step over there, Ambassador.

Next to Air Marshal Johnson.

Just so we're clear,
I'm not his son.

So, why does Thames House
have a military file
for Charles Johnson?

The army uses
your first and last name.

That's just what they do.

But even within the regiment,
I was always called Clay,

like you knew me.

Then I went back to Clay Brody
as soon as I was discharged.

That's the truth.

That's everything.

So, why didn't you
just tell us this instead of

wasting our time?

'Cause I knew this would happen.

How'd you get in the safe?

Who gave you the code?

You did.

I watched you.

Okay.

So, you got what you came for.

Now what?

You're gonna pick up the phone
and you're gonna call security.

That's a joke, right?

I want you to
call off the lockdown.

So you can escape with my case?

Fuck you!

Okay... Help! He...

- Security!
- Somebody, help us!

It's soundproofed, remember?

Relax.

Listen,

whatever you're being paid,

I'll double it.

If you walk away
and leave the case.

- Five.
- I'll triple it.

- Four.
- Oh, come on, man.

Everybody's got a price.
Name yours. Anything!

Three.
Fuck! Stop!

- Two.
- Okay, okay.

You win.

Don't say anything other than
you're calling off the lockdown.

Security?

This is the ambassador.

Miss Reding,
the lockdown's been canceled.

Who gave that order?

Ambassador Tillman.

But that doesn't make any sense.

- Why would he do that now?
- He wouldn't.

Unless someone forced him to.

Well,
he'll use it to escape.

You need to reinstate
the lockdown.

I can't. Only Tillman can.

Shit.

Give me a radio.

Take the gun, Air Marshal.

I said take it.

What are you doing?

For Christ's sake, man, I...

I... I did what you asked.

This is DCM Reding,
eighth floor team check-in.

Does anyone have eyes on AMBUS?

We're outside his door,
checking now.

Let me help.

You're not going anywhere.

Air Marshal, don't.

Agent Thomas,
is everything okay in there?

Please.

I... I... I know
how your son really died.

Wait!

- All right, move.
- Agent Thomas,

is everything okay in there?

Agent Thomas.

What have you done?

You mean, what have you done?

Let's go.

This is a fire alert.

Please leave
by the closest exit.

We need to evacuate
the building.

This is a fire alert.

Please leave
by the closest exit.

Come on, keep moving.

Sir.

Shoot out the glass!

It's bulletproof.

- Where are the locks?
- Top and bottom.

Right, get out of the way.

Clear.

You two, check the passage.

On me.

Shit.

I need medics
at the ambassador's office.

I've got an agent down
and AMBUS is...

Dead.

Oh, my God.

They escaped
through the passage.
Warn the doors.

Miss Reding, warn the doors.

This is DCM Redding
to personnel working all exits.

AMBUS is dead.

Stop Air Marshal Johnson
and his accomplice

from leaving the embassy
by all means necessary.

Shoot them if you have to.

This way, please.

The ambassador's briefcase
is gone.

What briefcase?

It contained
classified documents.

I see Air Marshal Johnson,

southeast stairwell,
entering parking level two.

Stop.