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This is how you escaped
the Q-E-2 building.

After you assassinated Isaac Turner.

- Yes.
- What's your real name?

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

The increment?
Is Simon your commanding officer?

You could say that.

- I'm here to see Simon. Is he here?
- Right in front of you.

You're using A.I. to support Hart.

Support?
Map, execute, command.

Why did you fall out of
favor with your squadron?

That night at the warehouse, I was
under duress. Vulnerable to compromise.

- Who do you work for?
- Simon flipped my kill switch.

We need a new head of S-O-15.

We're gonna have to go back to Rachel
Carey with our tail between our legs.

The truth about Correction
may finally be coming.

When did you first become
aware of the Correction Program?

There are files in
the archive on James Whitlock.

About our former friend, M-I-5.

Gemma Garland's coming in.

Give her access to the archives.

You've got nothing on me
in Abbott's Cliff.

No bullets. Because there
weren't any bullets fired.

According to source codes,
Whitlock's rifle was not loaded.

Coming over.

They're gonna have to have the podium on
the right and the Carey cam in the middle.

My team know what they're doing.

Why compromise the tech when
you can compromise the technicians?

Isaac Turner was not my only target.

They were never planning
to kill you, Rachel.

They were planning to kill
your reputation.

Who knows how long I've got left?

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

You brought down Correction.

If anyone can bring
down the Increment, it's you.

Right. Who wants to go first?

Well, as it's my gaff... Was killing
the Home Secretary your primary objective?

Or was there more to the Operation?

There's always more to the Operation.

You might need to wind
in your expectations.

He only knows one layer of the Operation.

- His.
- How useful an asset is he, Rachel?

If I had to guess...

Why Turner was targeted?

The algorithm predicted he'd start
a war with Russia if he became P.M.

Or not start a war with Russia?

Whichever wasn't cool
with the Complex at the time.

The Complex?

Military. Industrial.

I want to know why
they're trying to frame Whitlock.

There's plenty more credible
gun-nuts out there. Why choose him?

I wish I knew.
As Rachel will tell you...

Yeah. You're a cog.
We know.

Forgive me, but would it not be quicker
for you to brief us about James Whitlock?

My thoughts exactly.

Your Department? Your watch?
Not that you'd know it from the report.

The heavily redacted report.

Can't be worse than
the shit you've got on me.

- There's no danger of that, Rachel.
- No danger at all.

It's your past case.
It's your problem.

As long as it doesn't get
in the way of mine.

Whatever it is, we are
releasing Whitlock tomorrow.

Your friend doesn't like me.

My number is the only one saved,
in case you need to reach me.

Is there anyone you'd like us
to contact on your behalf?

You mentioned your... girls?
Or was that just...

Part of the legend.

Commander Noah Pierson
is married with two daughters.

- Dogs?
- Dogs, cats, goldfish. The dream.

And William Walker?

Never found the time.

Helping expose the Increment.
You're doing a good thing, William.

Enough to atone for all the shitty things?

Someone will come and bring
you the basic essentials in the morning.

Toiletries, clothes...

- That bad?
- None of us smell like roses.

Didn't like to say.

What happens in the tunnels,
stays in the tunnels.

Get some sleep.

No.

No.

I'm sorry, sir.
I can't accept the position.

What do you want, Rachel?

Autonomy.

I want the freedom to run
my investigations as I see fit.

I want security clearance sign off.

Just wait here, please.

I want Operational Control of S-O-15,
without oversight.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

Keeping corruption out of this Department
will take commitment.

- I'll need a five year contract, minimum.
- Five years?

- One year.
- Five years. Non-negotiable.

Three.
- Done.

- Finally...
- There's more?

My title.

This Department needs a Commander.
Not an acting one.

I'm surprised you haven't asked
for my parking space.

I wouldn't take anything for granted, sir.

In breaking news,

the man arrested
on Suspicion of the murder

of British Home Secretary Isaac Turner
has been released on bail.

Our political correspondent,
Natasha Hayes, is in central London.

- Natasha.
- Khadija, good morning.

I'm here outside
counter-terrorism command,

where Mr. Whitlock is expected
to be released from custody shortly.

Police say they're following
a new and highly significant lead

in the investigation into the killing
of Home Secretary Isaac Turner.

DELETING IN PROGRESS...

Keep your head down, Jamie.
Keep moving.

Mr. Whitlock, if you didn't kill
the Home Secretary, who did?

This ain't the first time Police
have stitched me up.

This time, I'm gonna sue
them for Defamation of Character.

And if I find out that Firearms Officers
have hurt my kids,

or my dogs,
I'll be taking them to court.

They've harassed me for years.

Stand by for Executive Action.

Sir.

With Isaac Turner's
tragic and untimely passing,

the Public Inquiry he called
for has been denied his testimony.

Now, I believe the best
way to honor Mr. Turner,

is to persist with this Inquiry
without delay and get to the truth.

Here, here, Lord Frederickson.
I wouldn't change a word of that.

Isaac and I may have had
our differences, but...

Sir Rowan Gill.

Isaac Turner's predecessor,
you served as British Home Secretary

for three and a half years.

A period in which
the Home Office suffered

its worst reputational drubbing
since its inception.

I hope you will be more forthcoming

than your Police counterparts have been,
thus far.

Ask me anything you wish,
Lord Frederickson,

and I shall answer to
the best of my ability.

You will answer to the best
of your knowledge, Sir Rowan.

I stand Corrected.

When did you first become aware of
Deepfake Evidence Tampering, Sir Rowan?

Do you mean Correction?

About a week into the job.

Congratulations, Commander Carey.

Well done, Rachel.

- Ma'am?
- I've got a lot to brief you on.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yeah. I'll rally the troops.

No. Just you two.

Ma'am. We should have given
you the benefit of the doubt.

Yeah.
Sorry is what we're trying to say.

It's understandable,
given the evidence to the contrary.

Coal Drops Yard?

- Rachel.
- What is it?

The Inquiry. It's blowing up.

Once the footage was corrected,
it was planted for somebody to find.

An unsuspecting lower-ranking Detective,
typically. You know, a cog.

I'm interested in those who were
well aware of what they were doing.

Who else had knowledge
of the Correction Program?

I only ever met one individual directly
involved with the Correction Program.

One Operative? From the Police?

And this is where it gets sticky.

Sticky?

Well, they were in the Police.

But they were also working
for a different entity.

- A spy? A plant?
- Again, sticky.

To be clear, Sir Rowan,
you are talking about someone

who posed as a Police Detective
but worked for British Intelligence.

And to be clear,
Lord Frederickson,

I am talking about the woman
who ran the Correction Program.

- How many Female Officers in S-O-15?
- Two hundred? Three?

Tash? Get your crew
down to Parliament Square.

I need you to get together
an O.B. from the Inquiry.

The Mystery Female Spy.
On it.

Let's go.

You say she ran the Program.

Can you give me her name?

Not without breaching
the Official Secrets Act.

Then I invite her to make herself
available to this Committee

at the earliest opportunity.

And I would advise her

this Public Inquiry has a mandate to
compel witnesses to testify under oath.

You must do as you see fit,
Lord Frederickson.

However, I would like to make
clear that I have nothing but respect

for the individual in question.

A profoundly loyal spy,

who has spent her life defending
her country to the end.

Now, a spy of such integrity is
like a a rare or precious stone.

An Emerald. Or a Gem.

Gem.

D.I. Latif has command of the room.

- Khadija.
- Is it her?

The spook you brought sniffing around
our studios last year?

D.S.U. Garland.

Gemma Garland, wasn't it?
Rowan Gill practically said it.

Friends, Khadija?

Friends? Yeah, of... of course.

Look. Obviously, I can't confirm or deny.
And obviously, this is off the record.

Gemma Garland is being set up.

I thought you'd be glad to see her
testify. Isn't that what you wanted?

Well, not in this way.
There is no way

that Rowan Gill was the only
Government Minister involved,

and there is no way that those higher
up in M-I-5 did not know about it.

Members of the British State

trying to bury the Deepfake Scandal.
That is the story, Khadija.

Not a bad headline. Congrats on
the Top Job, by the way.

But don't start getting ideas
above your station.

I'll decide what the story is.

Khadija.

It's her.

But it's off the record.

- Rachel, can I have a moment?
- No.

I think you might find it relevant.

As someone who is interested
in stamping out corruption?

You were right.

Pierson's Security Vetting
was irregular.

Yates leant on me to bend the rules.
I was told it was a timescale issue.

I'm gonna go to the P.C.C.
with everything I've got. Are you with me?

What have you got?

A timeline... of Pierson's
compromised security vetting.

Video files of
his suspected deepfake interview.

Copy everything.

But we need to aim higher than
the police complaints, Commissioner.

I want arrests.

Are you with me?

Commander.

Why are you doing this to me?

I did everything you asked.

You promised me that would be it.
You said I'd never hear from you again.

Stuff happens, Paige. Things change.
We adapt and evolve.

Yeah. You just...
You can't message me here.

Do you know how many fucking cameras
there are in this place?

- Can you talk?
- I'm in the toilets.

Use the flush.

- What?
- Sound cover.

Just... Do you know how bad
this is for my mental health?

Deep breaths, Paige. In and out.
It will all be over soon. One more ask.

You can't make me.
You've got nothing on me.

You deleted it.

Yeah, it's the weirdest thing.
I thought I had deleted it?

And then, it just popped up
again on my desktop.

Fuck you, Tasha.

I wonder how it would go down
as a screensaver.

What do you want?

I need you to fast-track
a Freedom of Information Request.

Just that. That's it.

That's it.
Then, I'll delete it.

Do you promise?

After this, you'll never hear
from me again.

Do you have anything you wish
to add to your testimony, Sir Rowan?

Yes, I do have something.

I have been transparent
with you, Lord Frederickson,

as I have always been a staunch
advocate of Government Accountability.

But I caution you to wait until
you've heard the story from both sides,

before deciding whether any
serious wrongdoing has been done.

Bollocks. Well, how much more
do you need to hear?

He's throwing you under the bus,
Gemma.

Question is,
what are you gonna do about it?

He's already given them Female Detective
from S-O-15. How long before some...

Gemma.

We can now confirm the identity of the
M-I-5 spy as D.S.U. Gemma Garland.

It is believed that Gemma Garland

posed as a high-ranking police
officer for several years,

Excuse me.

Working at the heart
of counter-terrorist command,

and orchestrating the deepfake...

- Abigail.
- Are you free?

No.

I'm just round the corner from your work.
Are you going to the vigil?

- The what?
- Yeah, the vigil? For Isaac Turner?

There's a load of us going.

I think Isaac Turner would
rather I finish solving his murder

than sit around singing
"Kum-ba-yah", Abigail.

- Well, it's not gonna be...
- Abi.

Abi, I'm gonna have
to call you back, alright?

Fuck!

Ma'am, get down.
Stay down.

Ma'am, stay down.

Ma'am, do not exit the vehicle.

You know you're walking into a trap?

Yes. Does seem that way.

Those Whitlock files.

- The ones we destroyed?
- Those were the originals.

No copies? No insurance, Gemma?

Do you want to strip search me?

Have you eaten
in the last twenty-four hours?

Two slices of dry toast and a banana.

There's a tray of vegan
lasagna in the freezer.

Should be enough to feed
a hungry Safe House.

I'll save some for you.

Unless you won't be back for supper?

They can't compel you to testify
if you're out of the country.

You know all the tricks, don't you?

You don't have to make
it easy for them, Gemma. I didn't.

Yes.

I saw what you did.

Bye, Danny.

Does anyone have eyes
on Rachel Carey?

She said she'd give me regular updates.

Can someone try contacting her?

Anyone?

Commander Carey.

It's an honor.

And you are?

Short on time.

I thought I'd take the opportunity
to meet you face to face.

There may not be another one.

You've become rather famous
in our Operations Room.

You're quite the curiosity.
Simon can't figure you out at all.

Our data knows us better
than we know ourselves, apparently.

But not your data.

You're an anomaly, Rachel.

A kink in the slinky.

Yet to be beaten out.

Do you know how easy it was
to compromise your colleagues?

Remind me, who was buying
Diamorphine on the Dark Web?

D.C.I. Kendricks, Sir.

He buys it for
his twenty-two year old daughter.

It's cleaner than the street Heroin
that put her on life support last year.

Before Bank of Dad started
funding her habit.

Don't judge the man too harshly.

What father doesn't
want the best for his daughter?

Others folded for less.

Who else in my Department
have you blackmailed?

- Lots of cogs in that machine.
- Besides Commissioner Yates.

There's many moving parts
to that Mission.

- Angela Stilton? Comms?
- The timing, the staging...

The position of the camera.

It's not that we're short on intel.

Far from it.

We know that you buy
two litres of whiskey per month.

Nine bottles of red wine.

We know that you downloaded a Dating App,
but are yet to activate your account.

We know that you took out
a personal loan seven months

ago for Oversight Cryo-Preservation.

Or egg freezing.

It's not so much the data
Simon's struggling with.

- It's the analysis.
- Have you tried turning him off and on?

As a matter of fact, we're going to try
something rather more familiar.

If Simon can't predict you, we'll find
another way to get through to you.

Look who dropped by to say hello.

Come on, Rachel.
Don't you recognize your own sister?

That's not my sister.

Abigail Carey.
Activist and Podcaster?

That's a Deepfake.

Are you sure? Famously difficult
to verify, I understand.

- Let me to speak to her.
- No one's taken your phone.

Give her a try.

- Hello?
- Abi?

Rachel, where are you?

Abi, I need you to listen.

- Why are you speaking like that?
- Speaking like what?

- So serious. You're freaking me out.
- Because this is serious, Abigail.

Look at the camera.

Where did we go on our
first family holiday together?

When I first moved to London.

What? I don't know.

Think, Abigail.
Think.

Ramsgate? No. Margate?

This is stressing me out so much.
What if I get it wrong?

- Rachel?
- Yeah, I'm here.

Rachel, are you there?

Yeah, Abi? I'm here. I can hear you.

Abi?

The next phone call you make
will be to Counter-Terrorism-Command.

You will tell your officers
to drag James Whitlock back

into Police Custody and charge
him for the murder of Isaac Turner.

And if I don't?

Are you still sure this is a deepfake?

Or is that your sister Abigail
under that hood?

Gun to the head.

Tom, what did you used to call Garland
when she wore that coat?

What, the fake fur?

Cruella Rimington.

Tom. This call isn't secure.
I know you've been blackmailed

and I know Veritas is compromised.

I'm not interested in excuses or denials.
I just need to you listen.

Yes, ma'am.

If Ops Room One is fit for purpose, run
a Facial-Rec on Abigail Carey, my sister.

- Ma'am?
- Tom?

Tom.

- Comms check. Kilo One. Now.
- Control to Kilo One? Do you read?

- What's the concern?
- Kilo One, do you read?

Commander Carey's under duress.
Run Facial-Rec on Abigail Carey.

Poor Abi.

If you've got Abigail, let me see her.

Take me to her.
Make me watch with my own eyes.

Sorry.

That's not part of the plan.

Control, All Units. Sentinel One is down.
Repeat, Sentinel One is down.

Commander's vehicle?
You still tracking Rachel's phone?

I've been trying to tell you.

- What do you know about it?
- She's in trouble.

- No shit.
- Phone is out of range.

Last known location, Rotherhithe Tunnel.
Repeat, Rotherhithe Tunnel.

Take me with you.
I can help.

You fill out the Risk Assessment, mate.
We'll see you in about a month, yeah?

Your boys aren't gonna find her, Danny.

And what hope have they got
against E-Squadron if they do?

All I need is my handset
and a C-R-2302.

- A what?
- It's a battery.

- And maybe a little help installing it.
- Not a bleeding chance.

If Rachel Carey has been taken
by my Squadron, I know where she is.

- Where?
- The Kingsway Exchange.

But if you don't know the tunnels
like I do, you'll never find her.

Danny.

- You haven't seen what he can do.
- Yes, I have.

I happen to owe Rachel Carey my life.

Least I can do is risk it trying
to save hers.

And chances are,
that's what it will take.

When was the last time
you made a decision?

I beg your pardon?

For yourself, I mean.
Not Simon.

Go on. Try it. Take me to Abigail.

Put the data down and start acting
like a Commanding Officer, and not a cog.

You can't do it, can you?

You can't scratch your nose
unless Simon Fucking Says.

Decorated Military Officers taking
orders from an algorithm.

It's pathetic.

Well, I've taken orders from schoolboys
straight out of Sandhurst.

I'll take my chances with A.I.

- Clear.
- Wait, no. No. Wait, no.

- Clear for executive action.
- No. Wait! Abi?

Wait. Abi, no, wait! Wait!

Was it her?

- Guard!
- Was it her?

Was it fucking her?

Was it her?

Wizard, you beauty.

Thank you.

Could you please state your name?

- Yes. My name...
- Would you mind speaking up, please?

My name...

is Jacqueline Goldcross.

I served in the Security Service
M-I-5 for thirty-six years.

For the last ten of those years, I ran
a Deep Cover Operation inside S-O-15

under the name of Detective
Superintendent, Gemma Garland.

What was the goal of the Operation?

M-I-5 had failed to stop
a succession of Terrorist Attacks.

The Public were tired of excuses.

We needed to find a way to stop
violent extremists before they could act.

So, decided to start fitting
them up with fake evidence.

The Correction Program never
once faked a single piece of evidence.

I'm confused.

Well, perhaps, I could illustrate
by using a past case as an example?

Please do.

The first, for instance?

The first?

The first case of the Correction Program.

James Whitlock.

The suspect
in the Westminster Attack.

Yes, Lord Frederickson.

What?

Whitlock came onto our
radar seven years ago,

when he started sending death threats.

To whom?

Local Councillors,
Police Officers, Magistrates...

Anyone in a position of authority
Whitlock deemed an enemy.

I have a copy of
the un-redacted Police Report

I can submit to the Inquiry,
if that would be helpful?

It would, indeed, Ms. Goldcross.

Whitlock posed a threat.

A risk to public safety.
So, we launched digital intercepts.

You mean you hacked
his computers and other devices.

- Yes, Lord Frederickson.
- And what did you discover?

A Murder Manifesto.

Dates, Times, Reconnaissance.

James Whitlock was planning
a shooting spree.

And he'd laid it out
in a video confession.

- Sounds like compelling evidence.
- Yes, it would have been.

By the time we raided his property
and seized his computers,

Whitlock had taken
a magnet to the hard drive.

Wiped the lot.
I ask you, Lord Frederickson.

If you had the means to recreate
that footage so a Jury could see it,

to judge for themselves how serious
a threat James Whitlock was...

what would you do?

If evidence can be brought
back to life, is it false?

Or is it, in every meaningful sense,
the truth?

James Whitlock got Eighteen Years
for Conspiracy to Murder.

And the streets were safer without him.

Until a year ago.

What happened a year ago?

Well-meaning Whistleblowers from
S-O-15 decided to expose Correction.

Whitlock's Lawyers knew
they had a case.

Decisions were made. A deal was done.
Whitlock was set free.

I understand James Whitlock is no longer
a Suspect in the Westminster Attack.

He was released from custody
this morning.

Well, that is one decision
I can't be held responsible for.

Kilo Nine, go ahead.

We need to switch up
Whitlock's Security Detail.

His profile's on the rise, thanks to
the Inquiry. Change of address sent.

Received.
That's Whitlock's home address.

P.P.O.'s are waiting with his family.
He'll be secure there.

Understood.

You're starting to make Simon
look sloppy.

- Where's Abigail?
- No longer with us, I'm afraid.

Then, where's the body?

My sister was never here, was she?
That Execution was Deepfake.

If you really shot my sister,
then where is she? Where is the body?

Maddening, isn't it?

Never knowing what to believe.

Simon said you'd save your sister.
Again, you defied the data.

I guess the only person that matters
more to you than your code of honor...

is yourself.

You paint a rosy portrait of Correction,
Ms. Goldcross.

But it seems you've overlooked
something.

If one has the means to recreate evidence,
one has the means to change it.

What's to stop an overzealous
Police Detective

embellishing the deepfake footage?

Painting a gun, in place of a knife.

That would never happen
on my watch, Lord Frederickson.

And what about others
in the Program above you?

- Were they as scrupulous?
Above me, Lord Frederickson?

Well, I understand you controlled
the flow of information, as Gatekeeper.

To whom did it flow?
G.C.H.Q.? M-I-6?

Who else in British Intelligence was
involved in the Correction Program?

Correction was kept tight.

I was the Gatekeeper
and Commanding Officer.

None of my superiors at M-I-5
or any British Intelligence agency

had knowledge of, or involvement
in, the Correction Program.

She's falling on her sword.

- What about in Government?
- Besides the Home Secretary?

I had Operational Control
without oversight.

I ran the Correction Program
with autonomy.

And I take full responsibility for that.

Rachel was right.
This is a fucking whitewash.

Ready to join your sister?

Say hello to Abigail for me.

Is it true?

What's that?

Abi.

Is it real?

She didn't feel a thing.

Goodbye, Rachel.

You seem almost proud of
your involvement in the program.

You must have known
what you were doing was illegal.

Balancing the needs of
National Security and Justice

has always meant stark choices and
difficult decisions, Lord Frederickson.

I wonder if you're familiar with
the writings of Benjamin Franklin.

I believe he had something to say
about the balancing act you describe.

At the risk of paraphrasing,
those who give up Liberty...

Those who would give up
essential Liberty

to purchase a little temporary Safety,
deserve neither.

I believe I had it on my wall
at University, Lord Frederickson.

It's a pity you didn't remember
Mr. Franklin's wisdom

while you were Deepfaking Evidence,
Ms. Goldcross.

Benjamin Franklin wasn't monitoring
three thousand Terror Suspects a day,

wondering which one was
going to blow the British Public up next.

Correction kept extremists
off the streets.

It put violent offenders behind bars,
where they belonged.

Correction kept us safe,
Lord Frederickson. Correction...

Oh, we lost that. Coming to three.

The Correction Program stopped
Mass Shootings and Terror Plots.

If I seem proud, Lord Frederickson,
that is because I am. Deeply.

The Correction Program saved lives.

I fear for Public Safety without it.

Amen.

Outside of the Frederickson Enquiry.
Shots fired.

Active gunman in the building.

We have a confirmed fatality.
Repeat, confirmed fatality.

White Rabbit is down. Repeat,
White Rabbit is down. No eyes on target.

Repeat. White Rabbit...

Picture's back up.

Studio, stand by.

We're heading there now.

Did we get him?

Hard drives went down,
as well as the feeds. Didn't get him.

Tash?

I got him.

D.C. Tan?

Mum?

Ellie, sweetheart, I'm home.

Simon says thank you.

Gemma Garland.

You just killed Gemma Garland.

I know.
I'm as surprised as anyone.

I was coming to save you.

Fuck, that burns.

Are you gonna call it in, or...

You were coming to save me?

I thought I was. But as soon as
I powered up my heart and my handset

there was a new mission
waiting for me.

What, and that was it?
Back to work.

No free will of your own.

Yeah. On balance,
I'm not sure I believe in that.

I'm a soldier, Rachel.

- I follow orders.
- You don't even know why.

Oh, come... come on.

That's obvious.

Stay with me. Why?
Why did you kill her?

Garland dies... Correction dies.
As far as the world is concerned.

If you leave Simon to use it as he wants,
he'll leave you alone.

So you see, Rachel?

I did save you.

In the end.

I am getting you out of here.
Stay with me, William.

Kilo One, Control.

Control, do you read?

Yes. Yes, I think that was him.

Are you certain, Lord Frederickson?

There was a lot going on
in that Courtroom.

Yeah, he was staring at me
for four or five seconds. Maybe more.

It was him.

That's the man I saw.

Police have still to confirm
the identity of the gunman

who opened fire inside
the Frederickson Enquiry,

despite footage recovered by the BBC
appearing to show James Whitlock.

Yeah, and we won't be confirming it.

They don't need us to confirm it.

It's there for all to see.
They've made their point.

James Whitlock was planning
a shooting spree,

and he'd laid it out
in a video confession.

By the time we raided his property
and seized his computers,

Whitlock had taken a magnet
to the hard drives, wiped the lot.

If only the Correction Program
was still up and running.

Whitlock would still be inside.

The Westminster Attacks
would have been avoided.

I mean, who could resist that narrative?

I had operational control
without oversight.

It's a whitewash.

She just went along with it.

Correction died with Garland.
That's what the public will think.

If you had the means to recreate
that footage so a jury could see it,

to judge for themselves how serious
a threat James Whitlock was...

what would you do?

Well, she won't be looking
over your shoulder anymore.

How are you holding up, ma'am?

Now, I know you and Garland
weren't exactly best friends, but...

I always got the impression
that she was something...

If you're gonna say Surrogate Mother,
you can fuck off.

Mentor is what I was gonna say.

If evidence can be brought back
to life, is it false?

Or is it, in every meaningful sense,
the truth?

I've got my seven-twenty-eight, ma'am.

I'm gonna hand it in to
the Commissioner's Office today.

I fucked up.
I don't know what else to say.

You're not the only one.

Could I ask you to
step to the side, please?

- Oh, sorry. Is there a problem or...
- Morning, Paige.

Someone will be on to escort you.

- You know I'm here every day.
- Nothing to be alarmed about.

- Khadija.
- Rachel. I'm so sorry.

So you should be.

You managed to put out

a prime-time commercial
for Correction yesterday afternoon.

How's that for impartiality?

I meant I'm sorry for your loss.

Are you any closer to I.D.'ing
the gunman?

The cameras went down,
but you've seen our phone footage.

You mean the footage
from Natasha Hayes?

Yeah, that's why I'm calling,
Khadija.

I thought you ought to know
you've got a Mole in your Team.

So do I.

Natasha forced me.

She said she was gonna leak the pictures
if I didn't do exactly what she said.

- She was going to destroy me.
- That's Natasha Hayes in custody, ma'am.

Her laptop's here with Tech.

Outstanding.
Let me know when you find it.

- I think they've found it, ma'am.
- Send me the capture.

No, please.

Oh, I want to see it, Paige.
I think we all want to see it.

- I'm dying to see it.
- Sending.

- I was young.
- Received.

- I didn't know it was offensive.
- Received.

It was Fresher's Week, for fuck's sake!

- What am I looking at?
- Is this it?

- This is what they blackmailed you over?
- Yeah.

I still don't know what I'm looking at.

She's wearing a Pocahontas outfit.

I'm not Native American. If that got
out, no one would ever hire me again.

You could always claim
that your great-grandmother was Cherokee.

That's really offensive.

I'm not the one wearing braids.

- Put them out.
- What?

- Post them online.
- Yes, ma'am.

No, just wait.

How long will it take
to leak them to the Press?

- I'm sure the Guardian will go for it.
- No.

- Send them an exclusive.
- Please. My life would be over.

Your life is over.

How would you like to add
Conspiracy to Murder to your C.V.?

You are looking at fifteen years.

If you're lucky, they might
let you run the prison website.

If you want to bargain for a deal,
start talking.

What did Natasha want in return
for burying this scandal?

Random stuff!
Wanted the timing of the Launch.

She wanted the layout of the room.

She wanted the Carey Cam
center stage, facing the audience.

Why did she want
the camera facing the audience?

Because the rest of the cameras
would be facing the stage.

So, our camera would be
the only one on the gunman.

And we still wouldn't get a shot of him.

So, the demo camera had
no memory card or video drive?

Ma'am, we've been through all this.

But the Live feed was being
sent back here.

Before the power went down,
it was, yes.

So... some of the Carey Cam
footage survived.

The stuff leading up to the attack.

The stuff leading up to the attack, yeah.
But that's sort of the problem.

It cuts before the shooter shows up.

Although...

I could take another look.
Make sure nothing was missed?

I mean, there's no harm in taking a look.

Thanks, boys.

Like what you've done with the place.

Okay. I'm told Carey Cams
is trending already.

That's where the footage stops.

Not anymore.

I'm told Carey Cams
is trending already.

I'm told Carey Cams
is trending already.

And I refuse to call it
acting Commander S-O-15.

I'm afraid she's not acting...

Commander Rachel Carey.

That is it.
That is what happened.

Rachel.

All the major outlets have it.
It will go live when you're on air.

You ready?

Sure you want to do this, ma'am?

It isn't Correction
until you say it's real.

Good evening, everyone.

The hunt for the man
who killed Isaac Turner is over.

William Walker,
a rogue Special Forces Officer

who terrorized Westminster
for five long days,

was shot and fatally wounded by
Armed Police last night after seven P.M.

Thanks to the tireless
work of our Technical Officers,

we have now recovered footage
from a Veritas Smart Camera,

in operation at the time of the attack.

Run V.T.

Key video evidence.

Which shows beyond doubt
the identity of the shooter.

The footage broadcast
by news outlets

in the aftermath of the attack
was deepfaked.

James Whitlock was nowhere
near Westminster that day.

He was, once again,
a victim of Correction.

- Open the floodgates.
- Sir.

But Walker was not working alone.

And the hunt for the people
behind this Act of Treason

will not stop until every one
of them is brought to justice.

What the fuck?

Sir?

Can you comment on
the Breaking News, Commander?

Was Walker a Russian Spy?

- Run Facial Rec.
- Run Facial Rec on...

On whoever the fuck this is now.

Face Match.

Ninety-seven point nine percent.

Behind this act of treason
will not stop

until every one of them
is brought to justice.

Congratulations, Rachel.

There's talk at the Treasury
of Veritas getting the green-light.

Carey Cams to be rolled out, Nationwide.

No wonder, all the press they're getting.

You caught Correction in the act.

And so did we.

And now, you've got something on me.

What happens to my case?

Your case is closed.
You got your man.

William Walker is an Enemy of
the British State. He entered the U.K.

Undetected, just two weeks ago,
on the same flight as Anton Koslov.

You used Anton Koslov as a decoy.

Walker was working
for Russian Black Ops.

This is a Defense matter now.

Is Russian behind Isaac
Turner's assassination?

You're staging a Russian False Flag Op.

What's your endgame?
Simon says World War Three?

Not quite.

Do you know which puzzle
we asked Simon to solve about you?

We asked Simon,

"What would it take to persuade
Rachel Carey to use Correction?"

What would it take for
the woman who brought down

the Correction Program to use
Deepfake Evidence of her own free will?

Or, at least, the illusion of it?

It was the only way to prove
what fucking happened.

Useful, isn't it?

"Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum."

Simon's endgame.
In a nutshell.

English, please. They didn't
teach much Latin at my school.

If you want Peace, prepare for war.

We'll try not to cramp your style.

We'll be in touch if and
when we need your discretion.

You mean if and when you need me to turn
a blind eye to acts of Murder and Treason.

You can always quit, if you prefer.

Be a shame,
after all you've achieved.

All you've sacrificed.

If I quit, what happens then?

Am I out?

Or am I looking over my shoulder
for the rest of my life?

Simon's powers of suggestion
can only go so far.

He doesn't make you do things
you don't want to do.

On some level, you have to want it, too.
Whether you're conscious of it or not.

We both know you're not gonna quit,
Rachel.

We don't need Simon to predict that.

The Prime Minister has called
an emergency COBRA meeting tonight,

after reports that the man who shot
and killed Isaac Turner

may have been working
for Russian Military Intelligence.

Walker was fatally wounded
by armed police officers yesterday.

The assassination of
a Home Secretary is an Act of War.

Lord Frederickson's Enquiry...

The Government needs to rethink
its Defense spending or we are toast.

You want to start making arrests?

Here.

- What's that?
- That is everything I have on Yates.

Yates?

I mean, I thought it wise
not to send anything digitally.

You know, Chain of Evidence?
As we build our dossier?

Evidence of what?

What do you think? The breach.
The compromised vetting.

The deepfake video files.

Deputy Commissioner, forgive me,

but I haven't the faintest
idea what you're talking about.

Rachel Carey.

They got to you.

If you have evidence of misconduct
against Commissioner Yates or...

anyone else, I suggest you contact
the Police Complaints Commission.

But before you do,

ask yourself...

do you really have enough
to go on?

Against all the evidence
they will have against you.

Gentlemen.

Cheers.

What?

Here.

That's really cute.

The trouble with people
who can't talk about their work?

You can't really ask
how their day was.

Well, you can ask.

How was your day, Rachel?

I can't talk about my work, Abi.
You know that.

Is there gonna be a war?

Not if I can help it, Abi.

Good, because I don't
think I could handle that.

Can I sleep in your room?

Sure, go for it.

Why don't you move in?

What? Here? Seriously?

Well, it's just a thought.

I'll think about it.

- You coming to bed?
- Yeah. In a minute.

And another whiskey.

Abi.

Thanks.

It's nice to be asked,
even if I can't answer.

Sorry, I...

I never even asked you
how your day was.

Oh, nothing ever happens to me.

What the fuck?

What is it?

I can't talk about it.

That's really fucked up.

I promise I won't do this
if you live here.

You can.

I'll be in, in a minute.

I will.

Goodnight, Secret Agent.