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We need fuel.

So do I.

Stomach thinks my throat's been cut.

REPORTER:
...controversial Civil Disturbance Bill

faces renewed scrutiny

following the shock resignation
of Home Secretary Joseph Obasi

and the resolution
of the unprecedented police strike

questions remain for Mr Sutherland
over the apparent U-turn

in pressing charges
against Officer Matthew Gilbert.

CLERK:
Cash or card?

...alleged to have been involved
in the death of activist, Polly Wright.

CLERK CLEARS THROAT

How long's this gonna take?

They want that bloody thing back.

And they're not gonna find us, so...

we just hold up in the woods and wait.

Not exactly.

Just ask the government for something,
you don't get shit.

We're not here to wait.

What the fuck, then?

We need to change their perspective.

And change...

takes action.

ELEANOR:
Received on an encrypted channel.

AUDREY:
To mitigate fear within the public

we are obviously dealing with this matter

with strict secrecy.

So we have confirmed

that there was a minor disturbance
at the site of the Defence Expo

but nothing more than a false alarm
to which security responded immediately

and without incident.

What could be less suspicious?

Given the circumstances

Counter Terror will be taking command.

I'm sure most of you know
CT Director Ben Fanshawe.

We believe the weapon was taken
by three men.

The van they fled in
was found burnt out in a construction site.

We're examining all CCTV in the area

but at this stage...
- You don't know who they are.

We have yet to identify suspects.

But from the sophisticated skillset
involved in the robbery

it's likely they've received
some form of training.

Military or paramilitary.

VICTORIA:
ISIS?

Nazis? Provos?

We're entertaining all possibilities.

They're threatening consequences.

What kind of consequences
can this weapon inflict?

The Damocles XR is a hext—generation

precision guided munition

far exceeding anything
currently available in accuracy and range.

I'm not asking for a sales pitch.

I wanna know how many people
this bloody thing can Kill

if we don't get it back.

In a populated area,
a single thermobaric round

hundreds of casualties.

We have footage from field testing.

ELEANOR:
The 25-kilometre range

of the weapon means it can be fired

dismantled, moved, fired again

before the first shell has even landed.

ANNA:
Field testing?

Where?

Damocles was developed
as part of the Saladin programme.

Some prototypes have been deployed

by the Shirasian Land Forces

in suppressing the Peninsula rebellion.

But let me be categorical.

What you've seen is only achievable

with bespoke shells.

Without them, Damocles is useless.

And there were no munitions
stored with the weapon.

Are you telling us we're treating this
as a three-alarm fire

when what they've half-inched

is less lethal than a pea-shooter?

We can't be certain they don't have
access to munition rounds.

They seem to know what they wanted to steal.

Or they might intend
to market the weapon to others who do.

KENDRICK:
Since we're of course contemplating

very worst case consequences

just to venture

I assume paying the demand is...

out of the question?

PHONE BUZZES
— I would simply urge you

to consider all options
to recover the weapon.

Quite aside from its destructive capacity

Damocles is a highly classified munition

as the Saladin programme
is highly classified.

The weapon will be recovered

and those responsible brought to justice.
Isn't that correct?

We have all resources focused
to that end, Prime Minister.

Yeah?

Comment? Comment on what?

PHONE BUZZES

DAN:
A friend got me this.

Fuck's sake, Dan.

You didn't say nothing
about no fucking rounds.

I said we'd take action.

MAN 1:
Jesus, Dan.

DOOR OPENS

ARCHIE:
What the bloody hell are you thinking?

I felt unwell.

Robert steadied me.

Oh, that's the line, is it? Very convincing.

We've identified the officer
who sold the photo

and he's being reassigned.

Well, that'll do wonders
for our relations with the constabulary.

When Ruin Britannia had us
on the brink and you walked out

I trotted over like a spaniel
to fetch you back

and I did it for the sake
of your leadership of this country.

I did not put myself on the line
to keep your pecker up.

How dare you.

I don't give a shit
if the pair of you are rutting

up and down the walls.

But the last thing we need is gossip.

More than ever we need
to look like a government in control.

The police are almost broken

there's a rocket launcher on the loose

and the PM's dear daughter

is still at risk of
a very extended gap year in chokey.

Archie, get the fuck out of my office.

Oh, what leadership!

Oh, for Christ's sake!

PHONE BUZZES

Yes?

Eleanor's calling a COBRA.

Now.

ELLIE:
I'm done.

Nate?

It's me.

I'm here.
— I know it was you.

All those people you Killed.

I never meant to kill anyone.

I need out. You're gonna help me.

I'm not helping you, you fucking murderer.

You are gonna help.

You're gonna help
because what I know, what I can prove.

It means you get off the hook.

You, Henry Wicks, Planet Resistance.

Everything's a commodity,
and this is a trade.

I need a new life. New name. Immunity.

Then go to the police. Turn yourself in.

You're not that stupid.

I need to disappear like a ghost.
For that I need spooks.

You tell your dad to make it happen.

And you're off the hook,
Just how you like it.

I can't do that.
- You'll do it.

And if you screw me

if I go down, I'm taking you with me.

Cos you were my co-conspirator.

Do you understand?

SHE SIGHS
- PHONE BUZZES

ELLIE:
Jesus fucking Christ.

We've received a communication
via the same channel

a video feed online at 10:00 hours.

DAN: We have not
received payment as requested.

You leave us no choice
but to demonstrate our will.

VICTORIA:
It's loaded.

They have ammunition.

Where are they?
- We don't know.

DAN:
Bon appetit, fuckers.

What can we do?

We're getting reports of an explosion.

It's an unpopulated area.

Remote.

Point of impact...

within a secure military test range.

Dundrennan.

That's Dundrennan Range.

DAN:
Do we now have your full fucking attention?

Price has doubled.

Sixty million.

Or at 18:00 today

we pull the trigger again.

And this time, you'll feel it.

That GPS, what is it?

It's 10 Downing Street.

What if they call your bluff?

Bluff?

We ain't blowing up Downing Street.

That's on them, isn't it?

Fucking hell, Dan.
This was meant to be an easy deal.

We jack it, we sell it.

Yeah and now you're getting double.

Huh, if they don't call bluff.

TYRES SCREECH

DAN:
Look.

They know what we have
and what we can do.

Do you really think
they want this to get out?

They'll deal with it in quiet

the shadows,
the way they do all their dirty work

cos they fucking need to.

And then we're out, we're gone.

Ghosts at dawn.

He's right, Roddy.

Remnants of the mortar shell
have been recovered

and with the help
of technicians from Condor Aerotech

analysis of the targeting chip
has allowed us to obtain the firing location.

We've examined all traffic cameras
and CCTV in the area

and we believe
these are the parties responsible.

Rod and Finn McQuarrie, brothers.

Respectively former Corporal
and Lance Corporal, Royal Logistics Corps.

Is this a sodding joke?

Three tours of Afghan each.
Discharged five years ago.

You're seriously claiming
our boys are behind this?

Their return to civilian society
proved a challenge.

Convictions for affray and attempted robbery.

Finn's gambling addiction left him homeless.

Rod spent 18 months in a psychiatric ward.

And the third?

Daniel Goddard.

Special bloody Forces?

ELEANOR:
Until seven years ago.

Then a period of unemployment.

Until he took up
with a private military company

operating in the Shirasian Peninsula.

Returned to the UK

April 2021

and he is the father of Polly Wright.

So that's what this is about. Revenge.

This isn't some moral crusade.

It's extortion.

We know who they are. We can find them.

Do we warn the public?

VICTORIA SCOFFS
Do we fuck.

I'm not having
three batshit broken down squaddies

giving the wokewank brigade another excuse

to pillory the Forces.

If it gets out
that Goddard's the father of...

We don't want him
turned into some kind of folk hero.

Politics notwithstanding

from a security standpoint

we'd urge maximum secrecy
to be maintained.

ELEANOR:
We're collaborating with Audrey

and Civil Contingency
to manage evacuation plans to that end.

ELLIE:
I didn't know who else I could ask for help.

FRANCINE:
At the risk of suggesting the obvious...

Your dad?

Look, if Nate's prepared to come in—-
— That's the point.

Maybe Nate is ready
to speak up, give the truth.

Do you really believe
for a second my dad's prepared

to listen, to act on it?

He isn't interested in the truth
or justice.

Only in covering his arse.

I don't trust him.

Ellie, I think you need—-

Did you know he was fucking
Anna Marshall?

No.

I mean, I saw the picture this morning,
like everyone else.

For all we know, they could've been at it
long before my mum had the sense

to walk out.
—- No, Ellie. I don't think—-

We have to get what Nate knows on record.

Not just for my sake,
but for the sake of Planet Resistance.

Please help me.

ELEANOR:
The hunt is ongoing

but I'm afraid we've not yet located them.

I have every confidence that we will.

But in the interest of mitigating risk

we need to take measures to secure the area.

We've modified pre-existing plans
with a view of maximising discretion.

Evacuation across the potential target zone
and sealing off the surrounding streets.

Uh, how exactly is this discreet?

We will use the cover
of a suspected gas leak.

Which gives us how long before the public

realise it's not gas
they smell, but bullshit?

OK.

ELEANOR: There may come a point
where we have to issue a security alert

should our efforts to apprehend the men—

If I may, I've had some further discussion
with Gerald Kendrick

and Condor Aerotech want to offer
every possible means of assistance.

Naturally they understand in principle

the government
will never negotiate with terrorists.

But given such extreme
and urgent circumstances

Condor itself

would be prepared
to meet the financial demand

for return of the Damocles weapon.

Quite simply, they want to help.

Or... Or they've calculated
that 60 million is nothing

compared to what they stand to lose

if their weapon and all of Saladin
gets the wrong kind of attention.

Aren't we the party of enterprise?

I think we can dismiss this out of hand.

Eleanor.
—- ELEANOR: As I said.

I am certain that we will find these men
and bring them to justice.

However, hypothetically

were we to find ourselves in a situation

in which national security was at stake

well, it would hardly be the first time

in extremis

that we'd engaged proxies.

As I'm sure the Foreign Office
could neither confirm nor deny.

Except these aren't the palms
Condor is used to greasing.

The men who stole Damocles are just
as likely to see caving into their demands

as a sign of weakness and demand more.

And even if paying them worked

foreign backchannels are one thing

but we don't shit where we eat.

You can't dip
your fingers in the dirt, Robert

and expect to keep them clean.

To sanction that payment
could be unsurvivably compromising

if Condor chose to exploit it.

And why would they?

Enterprise?

Or maybe they're just prepared to
do what it takes to protect this country

before the fucking wheels come off entirely.

PETER:
And at the very least

it might buy us some time.

Is this really on the table?

It's an option we won't need to take.

But, given the nature of the situation

it could remain an option.

Begin the evacuation.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Keep moving.
Thank you very much.

What the hell am I supposed to pack?

Fresh shirt?

Hard hat?

I don't know.
Anything precious, I suppose, just in case.

Robert, we need to go.

This building's stood for 340 years.

Good innings. Deserves a toast.

Should we pay them?
- No.

Archie's right.

God, I hate saying that.

What am I leaving behind?

Well, the Scotch for starters.

No, I'm not talking about that.

When I passed the Civil Disturbance Bill

I thought I was protecting people.

The country.

After Firestorm, I wanted stability, security

authority, not...

authoritarianism.

You've hardly turned the country
into a police state.

I've turned it into something.

And it deserves better, Anna.

I mean, all a Prime Minister has to do

is leave the place better than they found it.

Not in literal fucking rubble.

We cannot pay them.

I can't... I can't just sit here
hoping against hope

that we find these men in time.

lI... I can't.

If this place falls...

If it's razed to the ground on my watch

I need to know
I did everything possible to stop it.

Good afternoon.

Some of you may be aware of a disturbance
currently affecting the Whitehall area.

Inevitably there is speculation
as to the situation

and I wish to clarify the matter.

The government has been threatened
with an act of extreme violence

targeted at 10 Downing Street

unless we meet the terrorists' demands.

We will not do this.

We will never bend to the will of terrorists.

Now, I make this announcement
both to protect the public

and also to ask for your help.

These men are armed and dangerous.

If you see them,
please call 999 immediately.

He's got some balls.

But I don't need to tell you that.

To the terrorists themselves, I say this.

We know who you are.

And the net is closing.

Turn yourselves in.

Now.

You were once men of honour

of valour

but you have taken
a path to shame, ignominy

disgrace.

And if you refuse to step off that path

you will face
not only the most absolute justice

but the harshest judgement
of your country

and of history.

FINN:
Oh, no. Fuck no.

What?

PHONE RINGS

Change your mind about that burger?

Turn around. Hide your face.
- What?

FINN:
Get back in the car. We're fucking blown.

ENGINE STARTS

Vis-a-vis your little intervention earlier

I'm quite sure it says in your contract

right at the top

if I want your opinion,
I'll fucking ask for it.

PETER:
I'm not sure

that as far as Condor Aerotech is concerned

you're being entirely objective.

I beg your pardon?

I don't wanna
scratch the wound, old boy

but...

HE SIGHS
Well, Steven.

You told me your son was killed
in a live fire training exercise.

And I was curious, and I...

It was a Condor Aerotech tank, wasn't it?

Turret malfunction. Design flaw.

It was a bloody tragedy, of course.

But, something that might
incline a fellow to, you know...

bear a grudge.

Get out of my office.

Or I'll show you
what a fucking grudge looks like.

HE LAUGHS
You know, it's funny.

When I first came
to work for you in your office

it was all about your grudge
against Robert Sutherland.

Yours and mine.

But something's really filed your teeth
right down, hasn't it, Archie?

Hard to snarl
with a gobful of fucking stumps

isn't it?

You sad old fossil.

DOOR SHUTS

FINN:
Ah fuck. Our faces are everywhere.

We can't go to the house.

We'll never make it there
without being seen.

It's alright. I know another place

we can use.
— For what?

Cup of tea, sarnie, wait to get paid.

You heard Sutherland. He isn't paying shit.

We're fucked.

This whole thing is fucked.

HE SIGHS

I'm done.

FINN:
Roddy? Roddy, wait, just...

DAN:
You're done, yeah?

Yeah. I'm fucking done.

How?
- Wait, just——

No, hang on.

Where you gonna go, huh?

You have nothing.

We have nothing.

We are nothing.
— Shut the fuck up, Dan.

Listen.

Dan's always looked out for us, Roddy.

All those years. No matter what.

He's never let us down.

Right?

Alright?

So if he thinks we can still do this...

We can.

Sutherland'll pay.

FINN:
Alright?

He thinks he can stare us down.

HE LAUGHS

And what do we never do?

Blink.

FINN:
C'mon.

The entire potential blast zone
has been cleared and sealed.

The Situation Room's
been prepared and secured.

So we scurry underground.
- It's a command centre, not a hideout.

AUDREY:
They're waiting to brief you.

ELEANOR:
Prime Minister.

Final preparations
for the 18:00 deadline are in progress.

It's time.

ROD:
Dan, no.

We're... we're not doing it.

DAN:
They haven't paid. We're doing it.

Deal's a deal.

FINN:
It's gone too far, Dan. We can't.

Who do you think you're protecting, huh?

A fucking government
that chewed you up and spat you out?

Took away your life.

Your pride.
— Not all of it.

And I'll keep hold of what's left.

We're not fucking doing it.

Then don't. Fuck off.

I needed you to help me steal it.

I don't need you to help me fire it.

How you gonna get away? Huh?

Given that any fucking thought?

Our boat out of here's already doubled
in price cos of all the heat.

How you gonna pay for that, huh?

What about passports? Or anything?

We'll turn ourselves in.

We'll give back the weapon.

You go, go.

The weapon stays.

Dan—-
- Don't make this awkward.

Oh for fuck's sake, Dan.

PHONE BUZZES

HE SCOFFS

ELEANOR:
Confirm all designated zones sealed.

All units deployed.

Copy that, thank you.

Airspace over London has been cleared.

We're out of time.

There's no sign of discharge.

There's nothing on the drones.

Nothing on radar.

Did they back down?

We've received a message.

Funds? What funds?

What funds?

DAN:
It's all there. 60 million.

Now go.

What you talking about?
- Boat's waiting. Go.

No, no, no, no. Come on.

We got what we came for.

We leave the weapon.
We get the boat. We're fucking done.

No.
You've got what you wanted.

You're done.

I'm just getting started.

With what?

Well, let's see.

Total ban on arms sales
to those bastards in Shirasia.

War crimes investigation in the Peninsula.

And...

Sutherland's resignation

as a nice little cherry.

That's not just money.

It's fear.

We made 'em weak.

Made 'em bleed.

Dan, it's over.

D'you think Polly would want this?

Don't say her name.

It's not gonna bring her back.

This is not about what I can bring back.

It's about what I can bring down.

I thought I was a fuck up,
but you're all gone.

Rod...
—- You can fucking swim for it.

Don't!

Put it down, Dan!

Put it down!

Please.

Just put it down.
— Tell your brother or I'm gonna shoot him.

Finn! Fucking pop him!

Dan, please don't make me fucking do this.

I told you not to make it awkward.

Finn!

Fuck.

GUNSHOTS

HE GRUNTS

HE GRUNTS

HE GRUNTS

I just...

I just want... wanted to make you stop.

I can't stop.

Against my explicit directive

Condor Aerotech paid the fucking ransom.

Did anyone at this table
know in advance of their intention

to utterly disregard my authority?

Why would 1?

You argued for it very keenly.

Because it seemed a viable course of action.

I had no idea Condor
would decide to pay unilaterally.

But it does rather seem
to have worked, doesn't it?

ELEANOR:
Police responded to gunfire

at a warehouse near the Isle of Dogs.

They found Rod
and Finn McQuarrie, both shot dead.

And there's blood suggesting
Dan Goddard may be seriously wounded.

There is no sign of him
or the Damocles weapon.

Tell us again
how well it worked, why don't you?

Well, it's still fucking standing, isn't it?

ELEANOR: Given Goddard
and the weapon are still at large

we have to assume a threat remains.

Christ, I thought it couldn't get any worse.

Let me out of this pit.

Prime Minister, a house is being prepared

until it's safe for you
to return to Downing Street.

I'll be making my position extremely clear

to Gerald Kendrick in due course.

But the arrogance
and insubordination of his company?

Well, it makes me think
the cosy relationship between my government

and Condor Aerotech

might be long overdue reappraisal.

It's a pathetic attempt
to discredit and smear.

No, of course it isn't bloody true.

The officer who sold the photo?

He's claimed he was demoted in revenge

gone on record saying
he saw me go up to the flat at night

and come down again in the morning.

We can rebuff it

say we were working late,
I slept in Ellie's room, but...

But?

This isn't helping us right now.

So rebuff it.

Nate.

NATE:
Fuck are you doing here?

Ellie sent me to help.

Where are the spooks?

I came alone.

I told her not to fuck me over.
- Wait, wait, wait. Listen to me.

Ellie wants to help you.

So do I.

You can give us leverage.

If you tell me what you know

I can use parliamentary privilege,
we can go public.

You think I give a shit about what's right?

About exposing evildoers?

I told Ellie what I would trade—-

You brought them here.

They got into your phone,
you stupid bitch!

Close your eyes.

HE WINCES

HE WINCES

TV CHATTERS FAINTLY

I am exceptionally keen
to complete my orderly evacuation

and go home to a snifter of Armagnac.

So this better be bloody important.

I'd say it qualifies.

A thumb drive was delivered
to our embassy in Shirasia

marked for the PM's urgent attention.

Highly classified military files.

And this.

Military files pertaining to...?

A massive escalation
of hostilities in the Peninsula.

For all Samir's promises
to abandon his father's war

and pursue peace

these are plans for a fresh campaign.

Full deployment of the artillery
acquired through the Saladin deal

with a goal of annexing the entire region.

And they're authentic?

You're certain?
- We are.

And as such, I think it's best to discuss

how to advise the Prime Minister.

In what sense, precisely?

Well, how to proceed.

We cannot jeopardise Saladin

and much less
our future relationship with the Shirasians.

Are you suggesting we bury it?

Well, how do you rate our prospects
of ongoing intelligence co-operation

if it gets out that Robert
and Princess bloody Yadira

are pen-pals?

Losing Saladin, and Shirasian investment
would create a black hole, yes

but holes can be filled.

But if we end up facilitating war crimes

it could put us in a very different

much deeper hole.

It's Robert's decision.

And how do you rate
the prowess of Robert's decisions lately?

CAR DOOR OPENS

HE GRUNTS

VICTORIA: I don't think
I've ever seen Robert so angry.

He was a bloody fool to make it public.

There's no stability there, Gerald.

Will we have to pay more?

We cannot allow that weapon--
—- Two of the thieves are dead.

The other badly wounded. They think shot.

They'll probably find him bled out
in the gutter any minute now.

You might even get your money back.

Even so.

Robert may be about
to cause you a lot of trouble.

We've had some intelligence.

Shirasian military plans.

Of course we're not supposed to have it,
and this conversation never took place.

But Robert won't like it.

And there could be ramifications.

For Saladin.

How would you suggest we manage it?

Well, we have to play the hand we're dealt.

That said...

I want to make it very clear
that a new Prime Minister

one with genuine,
fresh vision for this country

at the forefront of the world stage

could take a firm position that Saladin

and our ongoing strategic
and commercial relationship with Shirasia

is an imperative asset.

But how reliably
could we believe such a fresh vision

might take office sooner rather than later?

Well, that depends on the degree
and nature of support she could count on.

CAMERAS CLICK
— INDISTINCT CHATTER

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

SHE SIGHS

DOOR SHUTS
— Very subtle, Robert.

That should throw the hacks right off.
— No, no. I just couldn't stay in that house.

And I kept thinking.

Why are we denying this?
—- You know why.

It just isn't viable. I mean, politically.

Isn't it?

How much can it truly hurt?

Have you been drinking?
- HE LAUGHS

No.

Well, let's start.

I won't scurry in the shadows, Anna.

And I will not be forced
to choose between you and the job.

Oh, Robert. It's a...

When were you gonna tell me
you were job-seeking?

After our first night together I had to
at least know what my options would be

in case...

in case of exactly what's bloody happened.

And might I ask you
how you're currently weighing those options?

Robert, I don't want-—-
- I've already told you.

I will not be forced
to choose between you or the job.

It's already cost me my family.

I will not allow it to cost me you.

And just to remind you.

I saw the country through Ruin Britannia.

I stood on the cliff edge of Armageddon.

I saw it through the solar flare.

I stared down the fucking sun.

And I'm still here.

This. You and me?

This won't hurt me. Hurt us.
— Oh, for God's sake!

Will you please think clearly
for one fucking second?

You know how they'll play this.

And I will not be
the one that brings you down.

You cannot be so reckless
to think we can just go on like this.

You cannot stare down
everything we're facing

and just say, "Fuck it, let's dance".

Robert.

JOURNALISTS SHOUT

DOOR SHUTS

HE SIGHS

Arghh!