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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.