All language subtitles for The Capture s03e05 Simon Says.eng

This programme contains scenes which
some viewers may find upsetting,

strong language
and some violent scenes

- GUNSHOT
NEWS REPORT: - Parliament is on

lockdown this afternoon, following
reports of an armed attack

- in Westminster.
- Widen the search area.

Suspect may have fled the QEII.

No trace of the suspect.

So he has escaped the building,
you agree?

- Pierson's story, ma'am.
- Lunch in Coal Drops Yard.

you pulled CCTV of Coal Drops Yard

- and he was right there?
- He was, ma'am.

Simon...

Does that name mean anything to you?

Simon tells me what
I need to know and nothing more.

Whoever Simon is,
he is not your friend.

Whitlock's rifle,
what's the calibre?

How was I going to open fire
with no ammunition?

- No rounds came in with the weapon,
sir. - That's impossible.

- Check the logs.
- And you can't prove that I was in Westminster

any more than I can prove I wasn't.

ELECTRICITY SIZZLES

Oh, God!

- Who do you work for?
- Standby for Executive Action on Black Fish.

- Deactivation, standing by.
- Pull the plug.

No way!

The Captain's alive.

Does he know what we did to him?

There's something else.

Ralph?

My tablets. I need my tablets.

I can't stop the US investigating,

but I might be able to delay them.

I'm calling it
Operation Frankenstein.

GUNSHOTS

We haven't got long.
More are coming.

I strongly suggest you follow me.

Rachel, can't you see?

We're better off together.

Where are we?

131 feet below the banks of
the River Thames.

This is how you escaped

the QEII building...

..after you assassinated
Isaac Turner?

Yes.

But just so you know,
he tried to kill me first.

Who's to say you weren't,
in fact, watching me?

A deepfake. Fake... Fake...

Hopefully, we can begin to raise
awareness of the illegal practice

of Correction, because only
by bringing this conspiracy

out into the open

can we hope to confront it.

You have, indeed, been watching
a deepfake interview,

but the alarming practice
of Correction

described in it is very much real.

The BBC has obtained evidence
that knowledge of the so-called

Correction programme
extends across multiple UK

intelligence agencies and to senior
members of the British Government.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Great job, great job.

You did it, Isaac!
You bloody did it!

Yeah, with a little help from
my friends.

The Home Secretary's waiting
to congratulate you.

I'm the Home Secretary.

Oh, God! I'm sorry. Force of habit!

I meant the former Home Secretary.

Gill? He's still here?

Secretary of State.

Rowan.

- Did you forget something?
- Oh, have no fear,

I am on my way out,
in every respect.

No, I just wanted to make sure that
I was here for the handover.

And what is it you're
handing over, exactly?

- Apart from a failing department.
- Ah, have you met Peter? - Peter?

Home Secretary. Congratulations!

And Chris, do you know Chris?

- Chris?
- It's just Chris, like...Beyonce.

Congratulations, Home Secretary.

- Did you see it, Peter, the stunt?
- I did. - Yeah. And, Chris?

Yes, yes, I caught it.

Bit of a room-splitter.

- But, uh, going down well online,
I hear. - Not so well other places.

Uh, what other places might they be?

Now, I heard a rumour

that you weren't in on it.

That the first you knew of it
was when you walked out

in Piccadilly Circus
and saw yourself

on the big screen, looking back.

- A rumour in Westminster,
I'm shocked! - Ah, well,

have no fear,
I won't judge you for it.

But it does raise a rather
important question, Isaac.

Which is?

Is this about

Correction...

..or is this about you?

There's talk of a public inquiry.

- It's not just talk.
- Oh, that was you, then.

- It's so hard to know what's real
these days on the news. - Well!

We know you have to ride the
Anti-Correction wave for a while.

I mean, how could you not,
when it washes you up on

- such bountiful shores?
- But if this is ultimately a you thing,

I'm sure we could find a way to
avoid stepping on each other's toes.

- Indeed.
- And if it is Correction?

Then we'd advise you
to tread carefully.

Check for babies, before throwing
that bathwater out.

- Babies?
- Deepfake technology can be used

in a variety of ways,
Home Secretary.

A variety of legal ways?

A variety of covert ways.

Ways that help protect Britain
and her interests

- at home and abroad.
- Ways that remain effective,

so long as they remain covert.

If everyone starts questioning
everything they see,

we could be about to see
operations go south.

If you launch that inquiry,
we may have no option

but to pull
all active ops immediately.

Damage limitation.

Operation Burn It To
The Fucking Ground!

Look, I'm sorry, gentlemen,
but I promised the public

I would root out deepfake evidence
tampering, and that's exactly

what I intend to do.

It's not about me, or Correction.

It's about something
rather more fundamental.

British justice.

And without that, what kind of
Britain are you hoping to protect?

Right, well, you know where I am.

Burn it to the fucking ground!

Noah Pierson, or the person
I know as Noah Pierson...

..I am arresting you for treason,
mass murder,

conspiracy to commit mass murder,

preparation of terrorist acts,
conspiracy to commit terrorist acts.

- You do not have to say...
- I get it. You don't have to go through

- the whole shebang.
- ..if you do not...

I'll come quietly. Now, can we wait
till we're above ground before

- you read the Miranda and put me
in the handcuffs? - ..in evidence.

What are you doing?

Hand over your phone.

I can't do that.

You are under arrest!

Sh! You need to lower your voice.

Don't over-play your hand, Rachel.
Up there, I'm under arrest.

Down here, I'm in command.
That's the way it has to be.

Then I'll need to add resisting
arrest to the list of charges.

Ha-ha! That'll be the one
that sways the jury.

- With me.
- No!

- No?
- I'm not going anywhere with you

until you tell me who you are
and who you're working for.

All good questions, Rachel,
and I will answer them fully,

but I need to take care of
something first.

People are coming to kill us.

Well, kill you, primarily, though
I can't imagine they'll shed

- too many tears if I get caught
in the crossfire. - Wait!

Who are they,
and why are they coming to kill me?

Again, all good questions.
Again, lots to unpack.

Again, not much time.
People are coming to kill us.

If you're not willing to trust me
on anything else,

- trust me on that.
- It is a lot to expect trust

- from someone you have lied to
from the start. - Sh!

DISTANT CLANKING

Oh, shit!

Not disturbing you, am I?

- No, sir.
- Little...tardy picking up.

- Apologies, sir.
- Late night?

No, sir. Lights out, 22:00 hours,

- same as every night.
- I didn't ask for your life story.

- Sir.
- So, about our former friend,

MI5, and other local attractions.

I thought we didn't
talk about her, sir.

Oh, never take
talking off the table, Todd.

I mean, if Kennedy could sit with

Khrushchev over a Wiener schnitzel,

- I can bury my beef with
Gemma Garland. - Sir.

Kendrick and Drake could learn
a thing or two.

Reinstate her security clearance.

She's off the naughty list.

And, uh, make her feel at home.
Uh...

Sir, Gemma Garland's coming in?

She wants to see the Whitlock files.

She'll be here in 30 minutes.

Give her access to the archives.

- Give her access to the archives.
- Restricted access.

- Restricted access.
- Local archives only.

Yes, sir.

- And, Todd?
- And, Todd?

- Full deniability.
- Full deniability.

- Garland's not exactly flavour...
- Garland's... - ..of the month.

..not exactly flavour of the month.

Of course. When is she?

- Here...
- You said, keep moving.

Plans change, we adapt. Take it.

There'll be four of them,
in formation.

Two point men, two rearguards.

How do you feel about support?

Who are they?

I'll cover the left rearguard,
you aim for the right.

If you don't put him down, I will.

If you do put him down,
I'll buy you a pint.

CLICKING

There's traffic, so if you want
to get there in 30 minutes,

- you'd better get a move on.
- I'll drive you. - No.

Better to keep it tight.

I've got this.

TABLETS RATTLE

How's the back?

Oh, you know, no worse than usual.

- Being tied up in that boot
can't have helped. - Mm.

- Back?
- Yeah, poor Ralph's got sciatica.

Oh, I thought it was thyroid.

Is there anything you haven't got?

Insurance.

Hypo or hyper?

Huh?

Your thyroid,
under-active or over-active?

Under-active.

So...hyper?

Yeah, yeah.

No, um, hypo. Sorry.

Uh, easy mistake.

I... I'm going to have to get
to the pharmacy at some point.

Pass me the pills, Ralph.

Who was monitoring my home?

No-one! I swear.

TOILET FLUSHES

Right, that's that dealt with.

So, just recording for the archives,
were you, Ralph?

- It wasn't recording.
- Oh, what was it doing, then?

- Just listening.
- Listening for what?

Trigger words.

Sciatica for compromise.

Thyroid for...

Thyroid for what?

GUNFIRE

GUNFIRE

GUNFIRE

GUNFIRE

Guess the pints are on you.

He said he just wanted to talk
to her. Somewhere quiet, he said.

Then why didn't he lure her
to a fucking library?

- Trojan One's comms are down.
- Right, let's go.

Hang on a minute! I can't babysit.

I'm supposed to be walking into
Frank's ops room in 15 minutes.

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes.

Literally, sit on him.

DOOR CLOSES

I was on duty
when the items came in.

Firearms processed the rifle,
I processed the video equipment.

I can check again, but I can assure
you, I will not find any bullets.

So why does the log say different?
You made a mistake?

Why would I write two mags of ammo,

- when there were none?
- If you suspect the log's been compromised,

- why haven't you flagged it?
- You know, you lot really ought to try

talking to each other up there, hmm?

I flagged it with your Commander
half an hour ago.

..And you've got nothing on me
there either. No bullets because

there weren't any bullets to find.

No shootings
because nobody got shot.

Nothing! What do you think I've...

Now find me someone caught on camera

who doesn't claim they've
been deepfaked!

And what about Abbot's Cliff?

What about Abbot's Cliff?

Whitlock's alibi.

If I had a pound for every perp
who claimed they were doing research

for a documentary, I'd be retired.
You wouldn't believe how many people

make documentaries about
plotting to murder their spouse.

According to the evidence log,

Whitlock was found with
two magazines of 338s.

- Yeah?
- According to SOCOs, Whitlock's rifle was not loaded.

There was no ammo at the scene.

So someone's tampering
with the logs?

I think I might know who it is.

- Four men.
- Hmm? - Two before.

- Yes.
- A kill squad, for me?

Maybe they came heavy cos they knew

I was with you.

GUN CLICKS

Or maybe you can't keep your story
straight for ten fucking seconds.

Drop your weapon.

OK.

Do you mind if I put it down,
rather than drop it?

- Always a chance it might
accidentally... - Just fucking do it!

Yep. Gotcha.

Hands where I can see them.

Now, I'm going to ask you some
questions and you're going to

- give me the truth.
- Rachel, I can't protect either of us

- with my hands in the air...
- Did I ask you a question?

- No.
- Then shut the fuck up!

What's your real name? Because I
know it's not Noah fucking Pierson.

Will.

Will? Not Simon?

I'm Captain William Walker,
United Kingdom Special Forces.

SAS? Paras? The Increment?

E-Squadron?

- Answerable only to yourselves
and MI6, right? - Good knowledge.

Is Simon your commanding officer?

You could say that.

These men, did they come for me,
or did they come for you?

- I think they were coming for me.
- You think?

They were coming for me.

- Start talking.
- It's a long story.

Then tell it quick.

HELICOPTER WHIRS

HE LAUGHS

ENGINE STARTS

Ma'am?

We still have a man in there.

An order's an order.

Burn it to the ground.

GROANING

GUNFIRE

ROCKET LAUNCHER FIRES

SHE GASPS

EXPLOSION

Isaac Turner
had a lot to answer for.

Paige?

- You're not leaving, are you?
- Uh...

Let me rephrase that.
You're NOT leaving, are you?

James Whitlock hasn't been charged.
You're in the middle of

the most urgent
investigation running.

I know. I, uh... I just don't think
anything's going to happen tonight.

Um, and I... I just don't
want to miss therapy.

- Not after this week.
- Are you OK? - Yeah, yeah, um...

It's been a lot.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

How do you know nothing's happening
tonight? Is that from Rachel?

Uh, well, to be honest, I'm not
actually sure where Rachel is.

- I'm starting to see why
she asked for you, Paige. - Thank you!

Oh, that's... That's actually weird.
She said that you put me forward.

You know what, Paige?

Don't miss therapy.

I'll cover for you.

What if Rachel's been right
about Pierson all along?

- I'm calling her.
- I've tried. - Look, if the Governor's

broken the chain of evidence,
he's a piece of shit, but Rachel's

- not right about all of it.
- What, the Carey cam hack?

- It's OK, we're allowed to say it
when she's not here. - It wasn't

a hack. Pierson was eating sushi
when Turner was shot. We know that.

Are we certain someone hasn't found
a way to correct the...Carey cams?

I'll check for a fifth time,
if you want.

- Try not to be offended.
- It's not ringing.

When was the last time
you spoke to her?

- Leave your phone.
- Why?

They're tracking it, obviously.

No-one's tracking this device.

How do you think they found you?

Why would they track this...

..when they can track this?

MUFFLED SHOUTING AND GUNFIRE

EXPLOSION

Ugh...

MACHINES BEEP

ELECTRICITY SIZZLES

SCREAMING AND SHOUTING

Go.

ELECTRICITY SIZZLES

HE LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY

I beat my record?

You beat everyone's record,
you greedy prick.

Strength, stamina, resistance.

All performance stats
through the roof.

Because of this?

Well, the cardiac recorder
can't take all the credit.

It's an augmentation.

Albeit it, a new and exciting one.

The device doesn't simply stabilise
your heart rate, it raises

and lowers it in real time,
according to your needs.

We should all get one!

How are you feeling, Captain?
New and improved?

Doc, I'm grateful for everything
you've done for me. Truly, I am.

And, Major, getting me out of there.

I owe this squadron my life.

It just leaves a shitty taste.

22 dead cos of me,
and I come out...better than before.

We need to follow this to the right.

No sudden movements!

HE KNOCKS

Indeed...

Yes, I am aware of that.

Another embarrassment.

Yeah. Till then.

- Did you enjoy your days in
the military, sir? - Hmm? Yes.

Well, no, frankly.

Huh!

I must admit, I did.
I did enjoy Passing Out at Hendon.

The camaraderie, you know?

I'm sure it doesn't compare
to...to belonging to

a Royal Regiment like yours, sir.
That's a different level entirely.

We need a new Head of SO15.

I thought we'd already
dealt with that.

Noah Pierson's been
asked to step down.

- Right. Well, yeah, that...
That makes sense. - It does?

Well, I... I...

I sensed an issue, sir, between
yourself and Commander Pierson.

Nothing to do with me.

Right. Well, I mean,
I hope it's nothing I missed.

Ah, well, of course,

- you took the lead on Pierson's
vetting? - I did, sir.

- As you requested, sir.
- Well, we'll see.

And in the format
that you requested, sir.

You may have to complete a review,

- just for clarity...
- I must admit, I did find it quiet an unusual

request, sir, conducting
the interview remotely.

Well, I'm sure you'll make
a good case.

The worst part of it is, that, er,
we're going to have to go back to

Rachel Carey with our tail between
our legs to ask her to cover.

Great. Well, she'll enjoy that.

If I may ask, what was the official
reason for Pierson's departure?

A couple of red flags for HR. Well,
thank God we caught them early.

Oh, right, so behavioural?
Yeah, that makes sense.

- How did he, uh...
How did he take it? - Hmm?

Well, when you told him. Uh,

- he must have been livid,
I'm guessing. - I wasn't there.

HR are dealing with this, of course.

She was at Gemma Garland's house?

Danny Hart.

- Huh!
- I don't know what she's up to,

but she's not sharing it with me.

Well, whatever it is,

she knows you can see her.

Carey told me to pull surveillance
on the property.

She also made me pull
all surveillance on Danny Hart

and Frank Napier. I was...
I just kept this feed running.

I was... I was getting concerned.

Well, I think it's time
we got back into Danny Hart's phone.

Don't you?

Where are we now?

Crossing the river, south to north.

Halfway between Westminster Bridge
and Waterloo Bridge.

Where does this lead?

HE CHUCKLES

The Strand, obviously.

Why are you suddenly
interested in gaining my trust?

Honestly?

I had nowhere else to turn.

I figured you were the only one
who could help me.

I'm your arresting officer,
Captain William Walker.

The only place I'll be helping you
is to the cells.

Why did you fall out of favour
with your squadron?

I survived!

Back there, at the warehouse,

my implant must have been pumping
out some data Simon didn't like.

I was under duress,
vulnerable to compromise.

Simon flicked my kill-switch.

Who is Simon?

EXPLOSION

I knew.

The second I made that call, I knew.

I'd fucked the op.

You were trying to
help her, William.

I keep thinking, if I could go back,
what would I do different? But...

There's someone I'd like you
to meet.

- RADIO:
- Echo Nine to Base Command. We have a civilian vehicle

with unknown cargo approaching

secure zone. Please advise. Over.

Stand by, Echo Nine. Over.

- See what Simon says.
- Sir.

Erm, Captain Walker,
I'm here to see Simon.

Simon?

Is he here?

Simon's always here.

Simon's right in front of you.

Oh, erm...

- Pleased to meet you.
- No, not him!

- RADIO:
- Echo Nine to Base Command. Vehicle stopping.

Vehicle stopping.
Do we have clearance? Over.

Offer analysis, Echo Nine.

Base Command to Echo Nine.

Simon's assessed
and flagged as an enemy vehicle.

You have permission to engage.

Repeat, engage the target.

Copy that. Strike. Strike. Strike.

EXPLOSION

Echo Nine confirming
target vehicle destroyed. Over.

- Well done, Simon.
- Nice one, Simon.

Simon's...the computer?

He's a bit more than that.

You're using AI to support ops?

Support, map, execute, command.

Simon factors more risks

and variables than you lot on the
ground are capable of knowing.

Tell him your objective,
he'll calculate your mission,

and recalibrate it for you
in real time.

The stats don't lie.

Simon saves lives.

You call him Simon
cos you do what he says?

We're eradicating human error.

A matter, I would imagine,
quite close to your heart, Captain.

I know our regular session
isn't for a few days,

but I wanted to show you
this as soon as possible.

I've done a little digging
and I pulled in a favour or two,

and I think I've found her.

Her?

These are all the hostages
who died on the truck.

Doc, I don't know if
this is such a great idea.

She fits your description.

Klara Kovalenko. Born in Donetsk.

EXPLOSION

With all due respect, Doc...

..why would you give me meds
to forget her,

then show me her picture?

The medication is just
a temporary measure, William.

You must learn to forgive yourself

and to re-attribute blame
where it's deserved.

Your mission went south
for a reason.

It failed because of a decision
made over a thousand miles away,

here in London, at the Home Office,

and at the worst possible time.

Now, Command have asked me
to clear you for selection.

An op?

You think I'm ready?

I believe this mission
could be highly beneficial.

Didn't I fail the psych test?

It may even bring you
some closure, William.

You'll understand
when you see the target.

The target?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

A kill mission?

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

- RACHEL:
- Isaac's killing was ordered by AI.

I'm a cog in the machine, Rachel.

Just like you said.

Are you telling me Yates
went along with an armed attack

in Central London,
the killing of the Home Secretary?

No, I'm telling you he went along
with my appointment as Commander.

Yates is another cog.

We cogs don't always know
what our fellow cogs are up to...

..or even who they are.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

One second, he was standing there,

smiling...

..and the next,
his...his...his head just...

I didn't know. I just... I swear, I
didn't know it was going to happen.

- I thought they were just
going to, like... - Paige,

I should warn you,
if I believe a client may be

involved in criminal activity,
it's my duty to inform the police.

Oh!

Sorry, I... Um...

I should have said,

I'm...making a documentary.

How did you compromise Veritas?

The Carey cam?

- I think you're mixing me up with
Tech. - You must have been involved.

I was told to be at
Coal Drops Yard at one o'clock

the day before the hit.
That's as much as I know.

The feed's 24 hours out of sync?
That... That's not possible.

- That's the first thing we would
have checked. - Have you considered

the glitch may be human,
rather than technical?

My team know what they're doing.

DCI Kendricks knows that system
inside out.

Why compromise the tech when you
can compromise the technicians?

Ah...

I don't trust many people,
but I do trust Tom.

You mean he's the last
person you'd suspect?

It's classic Simon. Knows how to
turn the most loyal among us,

knows our secrets, our weaknesses.
Simon knows us better than

we know ourselves. He said
I'd go rogue, and here I am.

And you're powerless to resist?

No free will of your own?

Cog.

Machine.

Huge machine!

ELECTRONIC BEEPING

- How do you know there won't be
gunmen waiting for us? - There might.

You don't have a gun.

There might be gunmen up there,

there might be gunmen down here, but
there won't be any gunmen in here.

ELEVATOR SHIFTING

ELEVATOR ARRIVES

TAPPING ON KEYBOARD

Danny! She's back online.

Rachel Carey.

Have you got a location?

- She's just off The Strand.
- I need a precise location, Ralph.

The signal's coming from the
south end of Galhurst Mews.

With me!

No wonder she's with
her old friends.

None of us would listen to her!

CLATTER

What are you doing?

Buying us a minute,
before we face the world above.

Don't you want to hear
the end of my story?

May as well be sitting comfortably.

Or at least angle the gun away from
me, while I tell you this next bit.

Isaac Turner was not my only target.

Is this a revenge mission
for bringing down

- the Correction programme?
- No.

No, Simon doesn't do revenge.

It's far more significant than that.

- That's good to know, sir.
- If we fail to act,

Isaac Turner will become
the next British PM.

Understood.

Cannot be allowed to happen.

- Because?
- Because Simon says.

Does my faith in AI seem
strange to you, Captain?

Perhaps you haven't witnessed
the results of human error in combat

quite as acutely as I have.

The truth is, Simon saves lives.

His decisions can seem random
at times.

A butterfly flaps its wings, Simon
sends Nato subs into the Baltic.

But for every strategic decision
he makes, Simon factors in

more information than you or I
could fathom in a lifetime.

They say Simon can't
predict the future,

but he forecasts it
with an alarming degree of accuracy.

Simon says that Isaac Turner,
in Number Ten,

is a threat to British Democracy.

- I believe him.
- Forgive me, sir...

..as the ones taking out
a future Prime Minister,

aren't we the threat
to British democracy?

Personally, I've come to find

the chasm between our understanding

and Simon's to be...reassuring...

..and humbling.

If we knew how to save the world
ourselves, we wouldn't need AI.

Not seeing the full picture

is a small price to pay.

Sir, if you're not seeing
the full picture, who is?

Simon.

Of course,

if it's not for you, Captain,

you're a free man.

You have a choice.

Ah, there you are.

William.

I was hoping to catch you
before you vanished into thin air.

Doc, after everything you did
for me, I was too chicken shit

to come and tell you I was leaving.

Am I too late to change your mind,

- or your heart?
- Sorry, Doc.

The papers are signed.

Well, in that case,
I wish you luck, William Walker.

You too, Doc.

Someone'll be in touch
to book in the procedure.

- Procedure?
- Removing the tech.

You'll be in and out in an hour.

And deactivation's even easier.
It's done remotely.

Deactivation?

Oh, here, I can do it for you now.

May as well. Your mind's made up.

Wait... Wait, what the fuck?

BEEPING

HE GRUNTS

See? Simple.

Flick of a switch.

Doc, slow down. I can't breathe.

Yes, it can feel like that,

when your heart goes from working at
full capacity to under 5%.

Feels like I'm going to fucking die!

Yes, it can feel like that too.

Try to conserve your energy.

Switch it back. Please, Doc!

Well, you must understand, William,

the tech is offered
as an investment.

I'll do it!

I'll do the job! Please!

Doc, please!

BEEPING AND WHIRRING

HE GASPS

HE COUGHS AND BREATHES HEAVILY

Good to have you back, William.

I won't say I didn't
have a choice, but...

And me...

..did they tell you
why I was a target?

You weren't.

The Home Secretary's
Smarter Surveillance Bill

would see Operation Veritas
rolled out across the UK.

GUNSHOTS AND SCREAMS

GUNSHOT

Simon predicted I would choke when
it came to turning the gun on you

and, as always, Simon was right.

GUNFIRE

By the time I got out, the next
mission was waiting for me.

The real mission.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

Become Noah Pierson, take over
CTC and get Whitlock charged.

They were never planning
to kill you, Rachel.

They were planning to kill
your reputation, your name.

Simon devised a way to make you

claim something
no-one could believe.

To make you doubt your own mind.

To gaslight you.

Didn't work, though.

Most people would have started

doubting themselves at some point.

You didn't.

I know what I saw.

You're no cog, Rachel.

And you know what?

From now on, neither am I.

Put the weapon down.

Here's my offer. My, erm...

..elevator pitch.

- What are you doing?
- What I should have done in the first place.

After this, my heart will be
functioning at about

5% of what a normal
heart might work at.

- I won't be a threat to anyone.
- But that's suicide.

Mm, couldn't constitute a
security risk if I tried.

Give me the weapon!

HE GRUNTS

Now, I know you'll want to do this
the conventional way,

bring me in and have me testify,

but who knows
how long I've got left.

If I make it to trial,

will the judge say I'm fit to stand?

What's the alternative, the...

..the unconventional way?

Get me to a safe house - preferably,
one with a decent first-aid kit -

and however long I've got left,
an hour, a month, a year,

I'll spend it helping you expose
my squadron for what they've become,

an AI-worshipping cult.

HE GRUNTS AND GROANS

I feel better already.

Look.

The tracker.

They put it behind the battery.

Cynical bastards!

So, what do you say, Rachel Carey,

whistle-blower?

You brought down Correction.

If anyone can bring down
the Increment...

..it's you.

SIRENS WAIL

DOORS CLATTER

- Armed police!
- Police! - Armed police!

Vulnerable suspect!

- Vulnerable suspect!
- Down!

Down! Down!

Identify yourself!

- I'm Will.
- It's OK, he's with me.

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