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

I give you my word.

A diplomatic courier's been murdered.

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

According to Washington, it was sent by a Samuel Webb.

He's a senator for Minnesota.

The bag may have originated from his office,

but he's been in his home state, and so have his staff.

Patrick was an exceptional pilot.

He would never endanger his aircraft or his crew.

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

Because it was never recovered.

How's your first week?

Good, sir.

I just don't wanna let you down.

Your husband's hard drive is missing from his computer.

- Do you know why? - He said he was out of options,

and he was going to deliver his complaint to people who'd listen.

Same day the plane goes down, he meets up with the pilot, Patrick Johnson. Why?

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

Oh!

The intruder has a hostage,

- Air Marshal John Johnson. - Wait, hostage?

We have a father and son team with a clear motive to kill.

It's not his son, Hana.

- How could you possibly... - Because I'm his son!

Your sidearm, RSO Brody!

Is anything you've told me true?

Did your mother even die?

The Ambassador's briefcase is gone.

Help... Air Marshal.

For Christ's sake, man, I... I... I did what you asked.

Wait!

Look for somebody hiding a small fire

by starting a larger one.

Alex, how's DC? I, uh...

I... I heard you won't be at the party. Pity.

You'll be missed.

I'm calling you to give you a final chance to reconsider.

Oh, that's very generous of you, but listen,

- I'm actually gonna be meeting-- - This blackmail has gone on long enough.

I want my property back.

You wanted Downing Street support for the ambassadorship.

I provided it.

You wanted me to increase the order for the D-300.

I arranged that.

I've given you everything you asked for.

And I'm grateful.

You're a piece of shit.

Manners, Alex.

This isn't personal. It's business.

What you have is very bloody personal to me.

So, I'm warning you...

Warning me?

You're forgetting who's got the noose around their neck.

And whose hand is on the rope.

That's why you have a meeting

scheduled with the Prime Minister on Monday, isn't it?

You plan to expose me.

You were always just a stepping stone

on the way to the White House.

In two days, I'll be the hero exposing a corrupt Brit,

and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Courier David Mills to collect a diplomatic bag

from Senator Webb's office.

Thank you.

Sign here, please.

Have a safe flight.

Very good, Mr. Mills. Welcome to the UK.

I have eyes on the courier.

Triple espresso, David.

Just stopped to get his regular coffee.

- Are we a go? - Yes.

Making contact now.

Oh, Jesus...

- Here you go. - Thank you.

It's done.

- Can I take your bag, sir? - That's okay.

Cleaner is en route to retrieve the bag.

I'm about to board the plane, so no more verbal contact.

Only text.

Understood.

Remember, no loose ends.

Thank you, Tony.

You're welcome.

Mr. Peterson forgot this.

That was a close one. Cheers.

Thank you, Rowan.

Thanks.

To missing Tillman's party.

Why didn't you just shoot me in the Ambassador's office?

That wasn't part of the plan.

Follow me!

Don't even think about calling for help.

You just killed the U.S. Ambassador.

You won't last any longer than me.

You said you knew how my son had really died.

Do you?

No, and I don't care. Go.

Do you even know what it is that you've stolen?

Soldiers like me never get full operational intel.

You're not a soldier, you're a murderer.

Stop! Police, don't move!

Let him go.

Walk away, Hana.

I didn't kill you, but I could have.

No, you couldn't.

I was your eyes and ears.

You needed me.

- Now let him go. - Stay back...

...or I'll kill him.

Shoot him and you're dead. There's no way out of this.

I mean Defence Secretary Peterson.

One click and he's gone.

Now, drop the gun, kick it away,

or I'll blow up the plane.

Do it!

You know, you're right, Hana.

I did need you.

But I don't anymore.

Hana, down here!

Got it!

Get down! Stay down!

I've disabled the detonator!

Get up!

On your feet! Now!

- You okay? - Yes, I am.

Thanks to you.

Against the wall!

Hands behind your back!

I'll cover him.

Don't fucking move.

RSO Brody, drop the gun.

- Drop the weapon! - Wait! We've got him!

You're under arrest. Right now, on your knees.

All right, all right.

He's getting away!

- You just let him go! - Watch him.

Fuck!

Close the exit gates!

This is Agent Lewis. Close parking gate B1.

- Stop! - Stop!

I said stop!

Shit!

Thank you, Hana.

What's happened?

Ronald Tillman was just murdered.

He was what?

Shot in his own office.

Hana said that the killer escaped from the Embassy on foot.

So, Megan,

I want you to pull up street cameras

around the perimeter.

Focus on male guests leaving on foot.

- On it, ma'am. - Jesus, Madeline. This is a political disaster.

A US ambassador to the UK...

Right now, only Hana and the DSS know about this,

so, let's keep it that way.

There's a killer loose in our city,

and the last thing we need is a media circus.

I should quietly brief the Prime Minister.

Can you tell her that Hana Li has the detonator

so the Defence Secretary is safe.

Well, that's something at least.

Yeah.

Where's the Air Marshal?

He was taken to get checked out.

He got away?

Hana, listen.

I know I lied to you tonight.

But I would never lie about my mother...

and I do regret what happened at Hendon.

Yes, Ms. Reding.

It's somewhere here.

What are you doing?

Looking for this.

What's that?

The briefcase that was stolen from Tillman's safe.

You can go. I can handle RSO Brody from here.

I don't think I'm your RSO anymore.

Not after tonight.

Ma'am, you shouldn't be opening that.

This is Agent Lewis for Acting Ambassador Reding.

Don't. She's right.

The intruder didn't just break into the Embassy to kill.

He needed whatever is in this briefcase.

It matters.

They said it was classified documents.

What is this?

Did the pilot try and send a distress signal?

Without the voice recorder,

we'll never know.

It's the Cockpit Voice Recorder from the D-300.

They all said it was never recovered.

Bastards lied.

Yes, ma'am. They found the missing briefcase.

This is evidence. We need to hear what's on it.

They won't let it out of the Embassy.

They won't, or you won't?

Sir, the FBI are here. You're both wanted upstairs with the case.

Lead the way.

Where's your car?

On the right. Bay five.

Give me your keys.

This is Lewis walking them up now.

Let's go.

Sir, what are you doing?

- Hana, get in. - RSO Brody.

- Lewis, I'm sorry. - I have orders, sir.

I can't let you leave with that case.

Then you're going to have to shoot me,

'cause we're getting in that car and I'm driving her out of here.

Two British airmen are dead.

One of them was my brother.

Hana, in.

Hey, Ruth.

Welcome back.

How's the pain, one to ten?

Eleven.

Yep, I remember that. This will help.

The CCTV footage.

I need to get it to Thames House...

Just relax.

It's been taken care of.

Jess sent it to Delaney earlier.

- Delaney? - She's safe.

She's off the plane.

Open. Try to rest.

Thank you.

You should thank Jess.

It was her blood that saved you.

Hey.

You had me worried.

Hana, what's the news from the embassy?

I'm not in the Embassy, ma'am.

I'm in my car with Brody.

I understood you were under house arrest, RSO Brody.

Yeah, I decided not to be.

Ma'am, the intruder broke into the Ambassador's safe

and stole a briefcase before he escaped.

What was in it?

Acting Ambassador Reding

said it was classified documents,

so either she was lying or she doesn't know the truth.

What's the truth?

It contains a Cockpit Voice Recorder.

Military grade.

I think it's from the D-300.

And you have it?

Yes.

Have you listened to it?

I wouldn't know how.

Brody helped me get it out of the Embassy

before the FBI could claim it.

I guess we owe you our thanks.

Well, I don't want your thanks, ma'am.

I want your word that we can listen to what's on it.

That's classified military information, Agent Brody.

Sir, this recording is criminal evidence.

It's crucial not only to my murder investigation,

but could also be instrumental in clearing Brody's name.

I understand your position, DS Li,

but that's not how this works.

I think what Hana's too polite to say, sir, is...

you either let us hear the recording

or we'll take our chances with the FBI.

Very well.

Bring it in and you have my word you'll hear what's on it.

Good.

'Cause we're parked outside.

She's sleeping.

Good. Hungry?

Not really.

Well, you should eat something.

Doctor's orders.

- Matt? - Hmm?

Do you ever think about what happened?

With Blindside, I mean.

You don't get renditioned and shot

and just forget about it.

Nights are the worst for me.

Yeah.

I still see Sir George's face.

I'd never seen somebody die before.

It will get easier.

Ugh, does it?

I know I've lost...

a few patients in the OR,

but I choose to focus on the ones that I've saved.

Like you should, with Ruth.

Actually, um...

I am quite hungry.

You sure you're ready for this?

He was my brother.

Ma'am, the CVR is ready.

I've cued it up to just before the D-300 enters US airspace.

Thank you, Megan.

Anyone without STRAP clearance,

could you leave the room, please?

Right.

Let's hear what was worth all those lives.

Have you decided what you're going to do

with your weekend furlough?

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

I thought I might check one out.

I went to one. Goes on forever.

You could seriously skip everything but the last inning.

- Is that your brother? - Yeah.

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.

Chart a course around the hostile airspace.

Let's give these Russians a wide berth.

Hey, Pat. How long till we land?

About 90 minutes.

Roger that.

- Who is that? - I don't know.

There's a third person on board that plane.

Sir, we have an encrypted call coming in over secure comms.

Alpha One Niner, Flight Lieutenant Johnson.

Who am I speaking with?

This is Secretary of Defence, Alex Peterson.

What the hell?

What can I do for you, sir?

It's come to my attention

that you have a passenger on board.

A passenger?

I'm afraid you're misinformed, sir.

Don't play games, Flight Lieutenant.

I know you smuggled Nicholas Martin onto the aircraft.

I can assure you, sir.

I have no idea who that is.

The missing project manager.

Why don't I tell you who he is? The man is a traitor.

The hard drive he has on his person

contains national security intel

that could seriously damage the safety of our country.

It cannot be allowed to reach America,

and I am ordering you to turn the plane around.

That's a negative on that request.

We unfortunately don't have the fuel.

Sir, we have plenty of fuel.

I'm not turning back.

- Flying Officer Edney? - Yes, sir?

I need you to turn that plane around.

That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Paul, don't touch those controls. He's lying.

Nicholas Martin is not a traitor.

I gave you an order, Officer Edney.

Flight Lieutenant Johnson refuses.

Then bloody make him, or you'll face

the same treason charges that he will.

Flying Officer, get back in your seat.

That's an order.

Put the gun down.

Turn the plane around.

The Defence Secretary is lying.

- Turn it around. - You must listen to me.

The reason he wants me back is because I found evidence

that he's been embezzling millions of dollars

from the financing of the D300.

He's had me followed.

My life has been threatened.

My only chance to stay alive is to expose him in America.

I've got nowhere else to go.

I have my orders.

Listen to him, Paul, for God's sake!

- He has a wife and twins! - Turn the plane around!

Stand down!

Patrick?

Pat, are you here?

Oh, God, he's been shot.

Stay with me.

The bullet hit the flight control system.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

I can't take control. Instruments are unresponsive.

We have a catastrophic system failure.

Engine one is down, engine two failing.

Warning. Terrain.

Engine two's failed. We have no power.

Warning. Terrain.

- Come on, Patrick! - Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.

Brace for impact!

Peterson's order caused the crash.

All to save his own skin.

I'm so sorry.

I knew it couldn't be pilot error.

That was never going to be how Pat went out.

He was a hero. He died protecting his friend.

I used to wish I could be more like him.

You saved your father's life tonight.

I don't think you're as different as you think.

Okay?

Yeah.

So, what we now know is that

this was never about who gave testimony in DC.

This was about silencing whoever knew about

Peterson's embezzlement of American money.

Once the voice recorder was recovered,

Perry Lambert, whose company made it, would have been tasked

with accessing the recording.

And as chief safety officer on the project,

Craig Stewart would also have heard it...

...and reported its contents to his boss,

Ronald Tillman...

...while he was still CEO of AM Aeronautics.

Why didn't this all come out at the hearing in Washington?

It was more valuable as a secret.

Tillman already had his eye on the US ambassador job

as a stepping stone to the White House.

I can only assume that he used this recording

to blackmail Peterson...

...into getting Downing Street to back his nomination.

But what about the bomb on your flight?

Peterson must have planted it himself.

Director General Delaney?

Whose laptop is this?

Uh, it's Mr. Peterson's.

That's not mine.

For the revenge plan to stick,

he would have had to look like a victim too.

He even had a plan for how to land the plane

before the Prime Minister could order us shot down.

So, we have to figure it out.

I mean, can we...

Can we trick the bloody thing?

So, what now? We arrest Peterson?

We don't have enough evidence.

What?

He didn't tell Edney to kill your brother,

he just asked him to turn the plane around.

And the rest was an accident.

He ordered the execution of the US bloody ambassador.

- We can't prove that. - Then we'll get him on the embezzlement.

No.

After what he's done,

I want him nailed for everything.

Right, excuse me.

Director General Delaney.

Director General, this is Acting Ambassador Reding.

Ms. Redding, how can I help you?

RSO Brody and DS Li took something from the embassy they were not authorised to.

Oh, what was that?

A briefcase containing highly classified documents

that were stolen from the former ambassador's safe.

It is imperative we get them back.

I can assure you I have no classified U.S. documents.

I know RSO Brody and DS Li entered Thames House 20 minutes ago.

That's true, but as I said,

I have no classified U.S. documents.

Ms. Redding, woman to woman,

I need you to listen very carefully.

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt

and assume that you really don't know

what Tillman had in that briefcase.

If that is the case, and if you have any personal political ambitions,

I would urge you to hang up

and distance yourself from what comes next.

Madeline?

Megan hacked Peterson's phone records and decrypted a message.

It's the time and location they plan to hand off the CVR.

All right, let's make sure we get there first

and take them both down.

But his plan to frame my family failed.

My father's still alive and they don't have the CVR.

Peterson doesn't know that,

and I intend to keep it that way.

Madeline.

Alex, good news. You're safe.

We have the detonator.

You do? Thank God. What happened?

We tracked Air Marshal Johnson to his home,

but by the time the police got there,

he'd already committed suicide.

Suicide?

He left a note saying that he did it all for his son.

Jeez.

He really was crazy.

And the intruder in the embassy?

Got away with whatever secrets were in Tillman's briefcase.

- Damn it. - Oh, don't worry, Alex.

We'll get him.

You must be anxious to get off the plane.

I've arranged a car for you.

Thank you, madam.

You are truly a woman of your word.

Yes, I am.

Right.

Block his phone without him knowing.

No calls or texts in or out unless we allow it.

Staff Sergeant O'Hanlon.

We just got word from Thames House, sir,

that you're safe to leave the aircraft.

Yes. Thank you.

So, what happens to that piece of junk?

It'll be destroyed, sir,

as we would any real IED.

Good man.

And well done.

That was all very convincing.

The rest of your money will be wired within the hour.

Thank you, sir.

Bring in the TCV.

His man doesn't have the CVR.

Aren't you worried he'll cancel?

We're blocking Peterson's phone, remember?

So the only way he can deliver the news is in person.

Well, well, well. What are you up to, Peterson?

It's time. He should be here.

Eyes open, everyone.

All call signs, this is 5-1-Zulu requesting a perimeter check.

Zulu, this is 3-5-Delta,

South West perimeter all clear, over.

Roger that, Sniper Two. Sniper One, status update.

Sniper One, do you read? Over.

Sniper One, do you read? Over.

Sniper One isn't responding.

I'll check it out?

Come on, come on, come on.

Something's wrong. We're losing him.

Get me that bag.

What are you doing?

If we can't get them both, we need a confession.

All officers be aware, Agent Brody is in play.

He's what?

Comms check.

We hear you. Don't fuck this up.

Sorry, mate.

You're not setting me up.

I was beginning to think you weren't coming, Fox.

Probably because he's not.

RSO Brody.

That's very good, Defence Secretary.

Considering we've never met.

Sit the fuck down.

And relax.

If I were here to kill you, you'd be dead already.

Move it or lose it, Agent Brody.

Sniper One, this is DS Li.

Do you copy?

No movement on street level or stairwells Over.

I can hear your radio.

Why aren't you responding?

Come in, Sniper One.

So, what are you doing here?

I'm here for the same reason as you.

To make a trade.

Everyone thinks your man got out of the embassy

with Tillman's briefcase.

But he didn't.

Pull up your shirt.

You'd think I'd wear a wire?

See? No wire.

Sniper One down.

Simon,

urgent backup required. Now!

What do you want, Agent Brody?

Money.

You framed me, along with my old man,

and now I'm fucked.

Now frankly, I couldn't give a shit what happens to him.

I need to leave the country because of you.

So, you're gonna pay.

How much?

Whatever you paid to have the ambassador killed.

Are you out of your mind?

I don't have that kind of money.

Price only goes up from here.

Look at me!

[PANTING}

Well,

if you're not interested,

I'm sure that there are others who will be.

Stop. Christ.

Fine.

I'll pay.

The same as you paid to have the others killed.

And not a penny fucking less.

I already said yes.

Brody, you've got him.

I said, look at me.

You like fucking with people's lives, do you?

Yeah? Well, how does it feel now?

Hana!

You won't kill me.

You want to bet?

Hana?

Now you're only alive because of me.

- Arrest him. - Move it.

- You okay? - On your front.

On your front. Give me your hands.

I am now.

This is the second half of Fox's money.

Consider it a down payment.

Now, give me the CVR.

If I'd known you Johnsons were so buyable,

I'd have offered your brother money.

What did you say?

What?

Shit. No, Brody, he's confessed.

Damn it, get Brody out of there.

Team Alpha, move in.

What's happening? Simon!

You don't know the first fucking thing about my brother.

He could never have been bought.

I know

that my brother died because of an order you gave.

What are you...

How...

You listened to the CVR?

We all did.

You fucking prick.

To protect yourself,

you took the lives of three good men.

And do you feel one iota of fucking remorse?

No, no, no. No, no, no.

No.

You double down.

To cover up, you have more people murdered.

Armed police! Armed police! Armed police!

Stay back! Back! Stay the fuck back!

I mean it! Back!

Brody, talk to me.

Stay out of this, Hana.

We have him. He's done. He's going to prison.

You don't need to do this to get justice for Patrick.

Men like him don't see the inside of prison.

He will. I swear.

He needs to pay. He needs to fucking pay!

Not like this, Agent Brody.

You shoot him, and your life is over.

Brody, just put down the gun and get out of the car.

Your father's already lost one son.

Don't make him lose two.

- He'll thank me. - Will he?

Because I don't think he will.

He protected your identity at the embassy,

and you did that for him.

That has to mean something.

Please don't throw your future away

for another piece of shit!

You did that at Hendon,

I will not let you do that again!

Get him out of my sight.

Go, go! Show us your hands!

Hands! Show us your hands!

That's for Patrick.

Move it!

Please tell me this is about more than money.

Don't you dare judge me, Madeline.

I brought manufacturing back to Britain.

I helped stabilise the economy.

What I did will probably get this Cabinet re-elected.

This is not a trade-off, Alex.

You can't excuse what you've done.

You can't justify it.

Our actions matter. Who we are matters.

And who you are is a liar, a thief, and a killer of innocent people.

- Innocent people! - All to cover your grubby little secret.

They were blackmailing me!

And tomorrow morning at 9:00,

Tillman was going to stand in front of the PM and destroy me!

And you would have deserved it.

I've given over 30 years to this fucking job.

What I deserve is my slice!

You don't get a slice,

you self-entitled prick!

Serving is a privilege!

Every day we walk through shit

so that the public doesn't have to!

That's the job!

That's what we sign up for!

Otherwise, why the fuck do we even exist?

You should be thanking me.

Tillman was heading to the White House.

Would you really want a man like that

with his finger on the nuclear button?

You're no better than him, Alex.

In fact, you're worse.

Because at least he didn't hide who he really was.

Take him away.

Move.

Turns out we work pretty well together.

All things considered.

Only took 15 years to find out.

I really thought you were going to kill Peterson.

Me too.

Thank you.

Well, I don't know about you, but I'm starving.

I could eat.

Why don't you let me buy you a belated birthday breakfast?

Only if it's fried and drowning in grease.

Woman after my own heart.

So, what do you think you'll do next?

You mean after the FBI have charged me with treason?

Well, I'm sure Delaney can help smooth that over.

Thank you, both of you.

You're welcome.

Yeah, all in a night's work.

Just let Jess drive you to the hospital next time.

Oh, actually, wait up, I'm coming with you!

I want to get some quotes for my article!

Thanks, Matt.

You always know where I am if you need me.

It's official.

The MOD's retracted its ruling on pilot error.

Patrick's full honours will be restored.

Quite right.

If you want to take a walk,

I'll tell you what I know.

Once again, Hana, your country owes you a great deal,

but we really must stop meeting like this.

Just tell me where the next international crisis is

and I will happily be...

anywhere else.

I was reading your file on the way over.

It seems that you've been passed over for promotion a few times.

As I said to Brody, not everyone likes my style.

Hmm.

Well, I like it.

So, um...

how about you come and work for me at Thames House?

- You're serious? - I am.

Thanks? Uh...

Is that a yes?

It's a thank you.

For the offer.

It means a lot.

But if I'm really honest with myself...

I think I'm still a detective 'cause that's who I'm supposed to be.

Understood.

Enjoy the coffee.

If you change your mind, my offer stands.