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Deepfakes have become easier to create,

and harder to detect.

How can we believe what we see?

Operation Veritas sees the launch of a new kind

of CCTV camera.

Designed to detect Cyber-Attacks and Correction

in real time.

Please do join me in welcoming to the stage,

Isaac Turner.

We've lost it. Come to three.

Doors opening.

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

Get these cameras back up!

Doors closing.

I want you to put eyes on Danny Hart, and bring Gemma Garland in.

Correction is in play Tom. They're all suspects.

- I would delete that one-- - What the f--

- We have a deal. - Why would I do you a favor?

So I can owe you one.

That is not the shooter.

Matches the others.

Yes, because it's all been corrected.

Why am I the only one who saw the suspect?

Forgive the intrusion. I know this is a critical time.

Deputy Commander Carey, allow me to introduce Commander Pierson.

Our new head of SO15.

Pleased to meet you.

- Firearms support. - Sorry?

Firearms support to Ops Room One.

Firearms support, Ops Room One.

- Firearms support? - Intruder in CTC.

- Intruder? - Security breach. Threat level Critical.

Firearms support, 30 seconds.

Remain exactly... Where you are.

Hands where I can see them.

Deputy Commander Carey,

I don't know what the hell you're doing.

You'd better have a bloody good explanation.

What do you mean, "compromised"?

Firearms support, 20 seconds.

Mr. Pierson doesn't have clearance.

- Clearance? - For the seventh floor.

Commander Pierson has passed security vetting.

Not with SO15, he hasn't.

We've introduced emergency measures,

since the breach at the QE2.

Uh, it um, it seemed appropriate, sir.

Given our understanding of the threat is still evolving.

Mr. Pierson will be escorted to a secure interview room

where he will await questioning by a higher-ranking officer.

He's the highest-ranking officer.

Very well, the Commissioner.

Commissioner Yates is with the PM.

In case you hadn't noticed, London is under attack.

Then he will have to wait.

- Firearms support arrival. - Yeah, stand down!

For crying out loud.

Sir, until Mr. Pierson can be properly vetted,

I have operational control of CTC.

His presence here constitutes an ongoing breach,

and he must be considered an intruder.

And frankly, sir, questions need to be asked

about how this was allowed to happen.

For God's sake, Rachel. Read the room.

I was told to fast-track the new Commander's orientation

because you needed the support.

You. And frankly I can see why.

It's a pity you weren't this hot on security at the QE2.

That was a bit harsh, Jez.

I mean...

She's not wrong.

A government building's been breached.

There's an assassin on the loose.

Makes sense to up security at a time like this.

As Commander Carey said, she has operational control of CTC.

If she calls it a breach...

It's a breach.

So I guess that makes me an intruder.

I won't be offended if you'd like to put me through

another round of vetting. Far from it.

I appreciate your rigor.

You don't mess about.

It's prudent...

Not to mention...

On brand.

I'm looking forward to working together.

I can already see how your by-the-book approach

is gonna compliment my more... Progressive style.

Escort Mr. Pierson to a secure interview room.

I'm glad you've got time for this.

I can't think of a more backwards set of priorities.

Just a thought.

I'd be happy to wave the two ranks above thing

if it makes it easier.

I believe that's at my discretion.

In which case you'd be authorized to vet me yourself.

If you'd like.

Whatever you need to do, Rachel, do quickly.

Because, yes, questions need to be asked

on why the Home Secretary's killer is still out there,

and you're not even looking for him.

These were the last images to be broadcast of Isaac Turner

before the screens went black.

Seconds later, the man believed

to be the next British Prime Minister was dead.

The murder of a senior member of the British Government

has sent shock waves around the world.

The Home Secretary was in Westminster to promote

"Smarter Surveillance" in the UK...

Natasha, we're coming to you in 20.

Can we put it out?

I'm trying to wear down Legal and Compliance but they're not happy.

- When are they? - OB standing by.

Police asked you to hand over footage and you sent it to us.

- Doesn't mean it's not under embargo. - One clip from my phone.

They've got everything else.

Mm, Khadija's got a plan.

You've gone up a notch in her book.

A notch? I risked my life for that fucking shot.

She joins me now. Natasha.

Good evening, Khadija.

You need to ask about her well-being.

Natasha, you've been through an ordeal.

- How are you? - And her crew.

Are you and your crew safe and out of harm's way?

Yes, thank you, Khadija.

Have the police given any indication

as to the identity of the gunman,

or their motivation?

Not as yet, Khadija.

The police have asked the public

not to speculate as to the motive of the killer,

as they're following multiple lines of inquiry.

...Terrorist attack in Westminster.

A future British Prime Minister gunned down in cold blood.

And what do we hear from the authorities? Crickets.

- No-- - In the void of information

urgent questions are piling up.

Not least, how is an armed attacker

allowed to walk into a government building

kill a senior British politician,

and so far evade capture?

Pull up everything there is on Noah Pierson.

Search police and military records.

Yes, ma'am.

- Run facial rec. - Ma'am. Uh, run facial rec on...

The intruder.

Yes, ma'am.

Secure every item on his person.

Advanced screening for weapons, substances,

covert transmitting devices.

- Send me that smudge. - Sending.

- Control to security. - Paige?

Requesting full body scan and search.

Get her, would you?

Twenty-six UK citizens named Noah Pierson.

None a match.

Extend the search to include Foreign Nationals.

Yes, ma'am.

Paige, do you recognize this man?

Yes. He, um-- he was-- he was here a few minutes ago.

Thanks, I mean before that.

Uh... Would it be alright if I went home?

No, it would not.

I need you.

Head of Comms thinks you're ready to step up.

- Angela? - She believes in you and so do I.

Right now, I need you to cross-reference

your guest list for the Veritas launch

- with the witness logs. - Okay.

DC Jacobs, I'm gonna send you this smudge.

I want you to show it to all staff on duty at the QE2

since the launch was announced.

See if they remember seeing him in the building

- in the days leading up to the attack. - Ma'am.

Ma'am?

- If you don't mind us asking. - What the fuck is going on?

Yeah.

With me.

It's him.

That man... claiming to be our new commander,

that is the man that shot Isaac Turner.

- Okay... - As for who else is involved?

The Deputy Commissioner, he must be. The Commissioner?

There's no telling how far up this could go.

"Someone experienced at Multi-Agency level,"

that's what Yates said.

What does that mean?

Tom.

Get into the intruder's phone. Copy everything.

The first thing we need to do

is find a reason for him to fail vetting.

We need to deny clearance.

He... He cannot be allowed in here.

Ma'am...

Would you mind letting us in?

- In? - On your... thinking.

Yeah, what's you theory?

- Theory? - Your proposition.

I know what a fucking theory is, Tom.

I don't need a theory, I saw it.

Ma'am, facial rec's found a match.

Face-match, ma'am. 97.8%.

- On Pierson? - No, ma'am, on the gunman.

Bring him up.

James Whitlock. Born in Lewisham, South London.

- Whitlock? - White British.

Six foot one, 34 years old.

Can I tell Press we'll be releasing the name

- of the prime suspect? - No!

- That is not the prime suspect. - Previous?

Just a bit. Uh, possession of an unlicensed firearm,

malicious communications,

threats to kill, conspiracy to murder.

Conspiracy to murder. Why's he not inside?

Uh, conspiracy to murder overturned.

He got out last year. Sentenced to 18 years.

- Served four. - Jamie Whitlock.

You know him?

Yeah, he's the one who threatened to kill

a load of local Councilors.

Uh, somewhere in Kent.

- Find him. - Yes, ma'am.

- Bring him in for questioning. - Got an address?

Registered at his mother's address. Jill Whitlock.

- Sending coordinates. - Send firearms to support.

Ma'am, Security need a minute.

Apologies, Ma'am.

Seems there's been some misunderstanding

- with your recent arrival. - Why, what's happened?

Beg your pardon, ma'am.

Your other recent arrival, Gemma Garland.

She's under the impression she'll be joining you.

No, she's just trying it on. Tell her to f...

Tell her to wait. I'll be there in a minute.

Khadija.

I was starting to think

you weren't speaking to me.

You're not still sore after my little ambush

in the studio the other night, are you?

It's not good if we're holding hands

like Thelma and Louise.

Believe it or not, Khadija,

I've had more important things to think about.

Yeah, I know.

So have I.

Why haven't you released any details about your suspect?

You might have more luck finding James Whitlock

if people knew what he looked like.

Where did you get that name?

So it is Whitlock.

Ed covered his trial, when he was a lowly reporter.

We don't need facial recognition.

Ed recognized him straight away.

Recognized him from what?

- Oh, I can't reveal the source. - We've embargoed the footage.

This seems to have slipped through your fingers.

I don't know what you've got

but it is not safe for broadcast.

You can't say it's not in the public interest.

Khadija, you of all people should understand the need

to verify video evidence.

But it's him, isn't it? He's your perp?

If you wanna be known for pushing fake news, Khadija,

put it out there.

The minute Pierson is through security

and ready for questioning...

You'll know about it, ma'am.

Hello, Rachel.

Noah Pierson.

Fashion designer?

The new Commander of SO15.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Evening, sir.

Uh, just through the scanner, please.

Uh, sorry for the inconvenience, sir.

Would you mind removing your footwear for me, please?

Thank you.

Just glad I wore a new pair of socks for my first day.

Thank you.

I need your help.

Is that why you dragged me in here?

Why else?

You've become alarmingly good at lying, Rachel.

If I didn't know you better, I might have believed you.

Why on earth do you think I'd want to help you?

- Because you care? - About you?

About matters of National Security.

Why else would you call me

in the middle of a terrorist attack to offer advice?

Putting Parliament on lock-down is not advice! It's protocol!

Do you miss it?

- So, just the one device, sir? - One's enough.

True.

I trust that's gonna stay in there.

Without question, sir, yes.

I'm sure Noah Pierson is not his real name.

- Ah-huh... classic. - What is?

They pass over a highly qualified female candidate

in favor of, well... him.

You know him?

I know his type. Worked with enough.

- What type? - Public school, obviously.

Eton, most likely. Or Charter House.

- Cambridge. - Cambridge?

Not Oxford-or-Cambridge?

Durham maybe.

- But not Oxford. - All this from one smudge?

Isn't that why you asked me?

What else can you tell me about him?

From one smudge?

Patch through the live feeds from Security.

So, that's what you're calling it.

A terrorist attack?

If this was about assassinating Isaac Turner,

they could've shot him while he was out jogging.

They chose to do it with the nation watching.

I understood the broadcast feeds were cut.

- So? - Well, did they want people to see it or not?

Oh, Rachel.

I heard you ruled this place with an iron fist.

I didn't realize you'd started locking up your colleagues.

Why are you putting the new Commander

through Security?

Come and take a closer look.

Oh.

Doesn't look like police.

I imagine he's been on secondment a while.

MI5.

Seems to have a certain well-traveled air

about him, don't you think?

MI6?

He's got to you... hasn't he?

And turn to your right, please.

What's he done to upset you, Rachel?

Besides taking your job, I mean?

Why are you in here obsessing over this ghost,

when you should be out hunting Isaac Turner's killer?

He is Isaac Turner's killer.

Could you step forward please, sir?

Do you have any medical implants we should know about, sir?

Uh, yes.

My... other device.

Get into that.

D'you mind if I take a closer look at that, sir?

Protocol.

Not at all. Do you have a body search room available?

Protocol.

Well...

You lasted a year. You've finally gone and cracked.

I told you I don't have long.

So why don't you just fast forward to the bit

where you realize I'm right?

I was the only person in the room to see his face.

Everyone else was too busy

trying to get him on their... Cameras or phones.

So they must have him.

Correction is in play.

The news footage has been deepfaked.

Bet you wish you were wearing your little hidden camera now.

Could I ask you to unbutton your shirt, sir?

I trust we're alone?

Of course, sir.

I know what's going on here.

It's obvious.

You're in shock.

You're a doctor now?

I don't need to be a doctor

to know what trauma can do to a person.

Let's just consider the facts.

By my calculation, you have suffered

two acute traumas today.

- Two? - The loss of Isaac Turner.

- And the loss of your job. - Jesus Christ.

Hardly comparable.

Or perhaps more accurately, your loss of control.

Are you familiar with transference?

When we attribute the trauma caused by one person,

onto a completely different individual.

I know how badly you wanted the job, Rachel.

Pierson took it.

He killed your career.

Killed your dreams.

It makes sense that you projected his face

onto the killer.

How could I have projected a man's face

when I'd never seen him before?

James, come in. Request update.

Proceeding with search.

Security check?

Shouldn't be too much longer, ma'am.

Just taking a look at an implant.

Repeat?

The scanner identified a foreign object

inside the individual's upper torso.

- Pacemaker? - That man does not need a pacemaker.

Where is he now? Bring it up.

No coverage in the body search room, ma'am.

Armed Support to Security.

Sir.

Shit! Shut it down!

- Armed police! Armed police! - Armed police!

Everything okay, ma'am?

Kilo Nine, to all units. Stand by for entry.

- Breach in 30 seconds. - Alpha team in position.

Raid on James Whitlock's house underway, sir.

Team in position. Standing by.

What's going on?

Armed police! Armed police! Sit down! Sit down!

- What are you doing in my house? - Where's your son? Calm down.

Calm down.

Okay, where is he?

Where's your dad, darling? It's alright.

Show me your hands, show me your hands.

We're looking for your dad. Is he here? Is he here?

Clear.

Whitlock property clear.

Think that's his room?

Fuck off! We haven't got anything here.

Kilo Nine, Kilo Two.

Property clear. No eyes on Whitlock.

Recover all devices to CTC.

Gonna need a bigger ops room.

Appears to be what he says it is, ma'am.

Electronic device to regulate his heart-beat.

You believed it was a, um...

Uh, Commander Carey didn't believe anything.

She had reason to suspect Mr. Pierson

may have been harboring an IED.

Under the circumstances, there was no other course

of action available to her.

Just to clarify, ma'am. What is she doing here?

Leaving.

Oh, you're right. You've got this.

You don't need my help.

Help?

I hope you're wrong, Rachel.

About the footage.

But if you're right,

you can't say I didn't warn you.

- A PPO will escort you home. - No need.

I'm not going home.

I do have a life, you know?

She doesn't.

Keep eyes on her.

Oh, Pierson's phone, ma'am.

Did you get into it?

It spat out some kind of malware.

Corrupted half the files on the local drive.

So what? There's a virus in the ops room?

No, no. One secure laptop's the sum total of the damage.

But I suggest we put Mr. Pierson's phone

back in its place.

What has he got hidden on it?

He's ready when you are, ma'am.

D'you want someone to take the lead in there?

No.

Kilo Three, Kilo One? Heads up, ma'am.

The Commissioner's in the building asking for you.

- Yates? I need to get in there before-- - Rachel.

- Sir, I was- I was just about-- - I asked you for updates.

I've just come from a COBRA meeting,

where the PM asked repeatedly

if we were any nearer to naming the suspect.

- And I have to find out the name from Comms. - Comms?

The BBC are gonna release the name at ten o'clock.

Sir, that is Khadija Khan grandstanding.

She won't do it. I can handle her.

We want them to do it!

James Whitlock is armed and dangerous.

The public has a right to know!

Sir, as you and Comms are aware,

I have concerns about the footage.

We will bring Mr. Whitlock in for questioning.

But he is not a suspect until I say he is.

- Is he here? - Uh...

What is Commander Pierson doing in a cell?

Mr. Pierson has volunteered

to undergo some additional vetting.

Banged up like a terror suspect?

The circumstances of his admission to SO15 were--

were, were highly irregular.

They raised a number of concerns

relating to sensitive operational matters.

CTC has been compromised and protocol dictates,

until I can fully question Mr. Pierson,

his security vetting remains incomplete.

I'm afraid she's right, sir.

You've got ten minutes.

If we're in danger of going past nine,

I wonder if I might be allowed a quick call?

Wish my girls goodnight.

We're not in danger of that.

Well, that was an icebreaker.

I'm not sure there's a lot more I can reveal after that.

Hm.

No one's monitoring us, Mr. Pierson.

- Really? - The room's offline.

The cameras and the microphones are down.

Um... Should they be?

No one's watching.

No one's listening.

No one's recording.

And you can say whatever you want with...

Total deniability.

Wow, okay.

- How's the case? - We've had a breakthrough.

Fantastic, have you found the shooter?

I have a pretty good idea where he's hiding.

In plain sight.

We're beginning to amass a wealth of evidence

to support the key eyewitness.

With everything we've got, he's gonna struggle to deny it.

Did you say the eyewitness? Singular?

I thought there was a room of reporters?

Only one eyewitness got a clear look

- at the gunman's face. - Hm.

Are they credible?

Sorry, have to ask.

We've all seen eyewitnesses crumble in the dock.

Wait, those camera crews must've been recording.

You should have plenty of footage of the suspect.

Well, I am chomping at the bit to start helping.

There's only so much you can share

before I clear security, but file me under "I"

for Intrigued.

Hm, funny.

- I was gonna file you under "P." - For Pierson?

Prime suspect.

Where were you at the time of the attack?

Me?

I was at lunch.

At lunch?

- Where? - Sushi place.

Coal Drops Yard.

You were in Kings Cross at the time of the attack?

Is it Kings Cross really?

Does it have a name, this sushi place?

Hm, I suppose it does.

I eat there all the time, but now I think about it,

I'm not sure I've ever noticed what it's called.

I can see why they made you a detective.

I say lunch.

By the time I'd ordered, I got the call.

Home Sec down. Report to CTC.

Contract brought forward immediately.

If I'd have known I'd be waiting to start work

at half past eight in the evening,

I might have stayed to finish my maki rolls.

You can drop the act. It's just the two of us.

Is it?

I've been honest with you, Mr. Pierson.

If that's your name.

- Okay. - Why don't you try being honest with me in return?

Where were you at one o'clock this afternoon?

Wait, that's it!

Yoi Jinsei!

D'you know it?

Yoi Jinsei.

Means "good health" in Japanese.

Speaking of honesty...

You haven't been completely honest with me, have you, Commander?

These cameras are live.

I can hear the transmitters.

Tom... Cut the feeds.

What did she say?

- Ma'am, obviously, I can't-- - Tom, I said cut the feeds.

It's a question of safety, ma'am. Yours!

- What the hell is she doing? - I'm not sure, sir.

Take this room offline.

- I'm sorry, Guv'nor. - Don't be ridiculous.

Now we're offline.

Well...

Fool me once.

Get security down there and drag her out!

Security to Interview Room One.

Stand by for further instruction.

Where's Talbot?

He can deal with this shit.

What do you want?

- In general? - With SO15.

Did you...

Come here to finish me off?

- Sorry, to... - If you wanted me dead...

You could've shot me while you had the chance.

Would you mind backing up a bit, Commander?

You had the chance.

I mean, quite a bit...

It wasn't a mistake, was it?

You wanted me to see you.

Have I done something to offend you?

You made sure I did.

If I have, I'd like to make up for it.

- You think I can be played? - I just need to know what it is.

You think you can lie to my face

and I'll doubt myself like some gaslit girlfriend.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, where did that come from?

I saw you kill Isaac Turner.

And you know I did.

Ah!

Right.

I'm an idiot.

You got me.

You got me.

As first-day pranks go, that was pretty dark.

I mean, armed robbery had me running a search

for Robin Banks, but this was Kafkaesque.

- Who's protecting you? - Still?!

The Deputy Commissioner? Is he involved?

- It's going on a bit. - The Commissioner?

- How far up does this go? - It's getting weird.

Which hostile foreign power

paid you to kill the Home Secretary?

Commander Carey...

Rachel...

I like a joke but this one's gone too far.

A man is dead. A good man.

Not to mention the four fallen officers.

Why don't we bring this sideshow to a close

and get on with the job?

You and I have a rather important case to solve,

and we won't solve it sitting here.

I have a case to solve.

You haven't cleared security.

Wow.

You said "all."

You bastards!

Are you? Look at'cha! Look at'cha!

This fuckery ends here.

Ma'am, can we have a word?

Sir? Sir? I need more time.

As soon as Commander Pierson is ready,

the Deputy Commissioner will escort him up.

If he still wants the job after the welcome he's had.

Sir, Mr. Pierson's vetting is incomplete.

He does not have access to the seventh floor.

Is someone gonna tell her?

We followed up on, um, Pierson's story, ma'am.

- Lunch in Coal Drops Yard. - Let me guess.

You pulled CCTV of Coal Drops Yard and he was right there?

- He was, ma'am. Yes. - Right by the sushi place.

And if he'd said he'd had lunch on the moon,

you'd have found him there! Well, it's Correction!

Sir they've hacked the cameras.

It was one of ours, ma'am.

Operation Veritas, Camera B Seven.

Coal Drops Yard.

Ten O'clock News, we name James Whitlock as our suspect.

Commander Pierson is cleared for the seventh floor.

I'll prepare a statement.

Shut the door.

Shut the door!

Come on guys, out.

Please.

How? How did this happen?

Another dummy cam?

Another f... Pointless demo camera

with a missing hard drive?

- How?! - What? No, ma'am.

I thought Operation Veritas was ready to launch?

I- I just told the press it was.

I told them our Smart Cams are ready

to catch Correction in the act!

- There were no concerns-- - No concerns?

- No flags, ma'am. No anomalies. - No Correction.

Yes, but he wasn't in Coal Drops Yard

at the time of the attack.

He was stood three feet away from me

with a gun in my face!

Three feet away?

He was six feet away from you before.

Just saying.

I should know how close he was, Nadia,

he stood there staring at me for five fucking seconds.

For Christ sake.

And it was three seconds before.

He stopped and looked at you for two, three seconds, you said.

You can see what we're driving at, Rachel?

You don't believe me.

It's not that we don't believe you, ma'am.

It sort of is.

Eyewitness reports are never a 100%, you know that.

Eyewitnesses?

Ma'am, we're not telling you

anything you wouldn't hear from the CPS or the judge.

And why would I expect any more from my own from my own f-

Fucking department.

Ugh...

- Abi. - Is it true?

- Is what true? - Isaac Turner's dead?

Yeah, Abi, it's true.

I don't know...

A lot of people are saying he's alive.

I mean, they keep posting him

in different places round the world.

I know, most of them are B.S. But like...

How can you believe anything when he was a deepfake O.G.?

I can tell you, with certainty, Abigail, he's, um...

He's dead.

You believe me, don't you, Abi?

It's so weird.

I feel like I knew him.

I mean, you did know him.

You still there?

Yeah, I've, um...

I've gotta go, I've got a meeting.

Promise, I wasn't listening.

Briefing in five.

If that works for you.

Every operation...

Needs a clear chain of command.

And I have no intention of getting in the way of yours.

The last thing anyone needs right now

is a speech from the new boss.

So I won't be making one.

Other than to say, hi, hey. Noah Pierson.

Pleased to meet you.

Looking forward to getting to know you all.

And of course working closely with Deputy Commander Carey.

Who, for the avoidance of doubt,

remains in operational command...

Of Operation Veritas, and of course the investigation

into the Westminster attack

with which I'm rapidly trying to acquaint myself.

Now, I believe we have a suspect.

And that would be this gentleman.

Jamie Whitlock.

Sorry, just remind me,

why isn't this prick face down in a terror cell already?

Well, come on.

Have we got eyes on his family?

Are we monitoring their movements?

Is he online? Let's get into his Insta.

His Facebook, his 4chan.

Let's find out who he's talking to.

This is the mother lode, sir.

Now we're talking. James Whitlock's devices?

The family claim they haven't seen or heard from him

in the last three months.

We'll soon tell you if that's true.

Where d'you wanna start?

Start with this phone?

Yep.

- Hello? - Rachel,

just to let you know, this call's being recorded

and we've got you on loudspeaker.

Our legal team are present, and fully support our decision.

Public interest outweighs the concerns you've raised,

so we're going to lead with Whitlock at ten.

- Would you like to comment? - What time's it now?

Three minutes to ten. Rachel?

Rachel. I've got the crew waiting downstairs.

- Comment? - The Commissioner said it should be you.

It's your investigation.

I just need your approval on the statement.

I say we go ahead.

Uh, just a second?

Before we go making this statement, are we sure this is our man?

It's true. This is your investigation.

You have to be certain.

Well, as you can see,

there's no lack of video evidence.

I don't need to tell you

how problematic video evidence can be.

What about the eyewitness?

Do they concur?

I trust we're keeping them in a safe house somewhere?

Not this time, no.

Because?

Because I am the eyewitness.

Seems I don't know this case as well as I thought.

I'm sorry.

But wait, you haven't answered my question.

Is that our shooter?

Is that the man... you saw?

It-- it's ten o'clock... Rachel?

Police investigating the murder

of Home Secretary, Isaac Turner,

and four armed police officers,

are searching for a 34-year-old man

from South London.

James Whitlock, who has previous firearms convictions,

was captured by a BBC camera crew

seconds after the attack.

This exclusive footage appears to show an armed

James Whitlock leaving the conference hall

where Turner had been speaking at the launch of a new...

Going down.

And I'm told we can now cross live

to Deputy Commander Rachel Carey, who is expected

to issue...

Why's the investigation taking so long?

Is this an attack on democracy?

Good evening, everyone.

An individual has emerged

as our lead focus in the investigation

into the Westminster attack.

We are keen to speak to Mr. James Whitlock

from Lewisham, South London, at the earliest opportunity.

Anyone who has information on Mr Whitlock's whereabouts

should contact the police immediately.

We ask the public to stay vigilant,

and not to approach the individual.

Mr. Whitlock has a history of criminality

and may be armed.

She's good, isn't she?

We are, of course, still following multiple lines

of inquiry.

We are keeping an open mind

as to the motive for this attack.

And we are keeping an open mind as to who is behind it.

That was a statement

from Deputy Commander Rachel Carey.

The police have now officially named

James Whitlock as a person of interest

in the Westminster attack, and have asked the public

to come forward with any information

as to his whereabouts.

Forgot to put the bins out again.

I'm now joined in the studio by our security correspondent,

Caroline Brown. Caroline...

You know, I think you are actually allowed

to just ring the doorbell.

Where's the fun in that?

James Whitlock?

I told you he should never have been let out.

Think this might be Whitlock's number.

Aw.

Sorry, Jamie. Your daughter ratted you out.

Zero-seven-seven-zero-zero- nine-zero-zero-four-eight-one.

Probably thinks that VPN's gonna protect him.

- Will it? - No.

This means we've got his location.

Only down to the exact coordinates.

Locating now.

Target's phone is online

and currently active in Kent.

- Coordinates. - Sending.

With me.

Think we know where to find him.

Result. Send me the co-ordinates.

- Are you heading down there? - Of course.

Good.

You can jump in with me.

We could use you here, ma'am.

Why?

We're working together, aren't we?

Oh... Sorry.

Well, I didn't get to wish my girls goodnight.

Maybe I'll get to wish them good morning.

I'm glad we've got a minute, actually.

There's something I ought to confess.

I've...

Had a conversation with HR.

- HR? - About today.

The unorthodox vetting.

I'm still not sure if that was a first-day prank,

but zero tolerance has to mean zero tolerance.

And that means calling out workplace bullying

every time we encounter it.

You've made a complaint about me?

No. Two complaints.

- Two complaints of bullying? - One about bullying.

The other about the incident in the search room.

A body search is rarely dignifying.

Especially for those of us with medical implants.

But in front of an audience,

to be subjected to the gaze of half-a-dozen colleagues

left me feeling exposed...

in every sense of the word.

It left me feeling vulnerable.

HR say because it involved nudity

it comes under...

Sexual harassment.

I thought you had an IED.

I got you.

I got you. I got you back, Rachel.

I got you back.

That's it, we're evens.

Did you seriously think I had an IED?

Sorry, that's unfair

after everything you've been through.

I didn't appreciate you'd had such a close encounter

with the gunman yourself.

Must have been... Terrifying.

Makes you wonder what sort of man does that

to a woman.

Does what exactly?

Intimidates her. Threatens her.

Tries to bully her into silence.

Is that what he was trying to do?

I don't know.

You tell me.

Sorry, Rachel.

All HR jokes aside,

I feel like I'm still getting a bit of hostility from you.

Regarding the, uh, accusation that you made in the vetting.

Which accusation?

The one about me assassinating Isaac Turner.

That was detective's humor, right?

Because, honestly, a couple of times,

I've started to wonder if you might actually... mean it.

How could you possibly imagine that?

Quite easily.

Famously unreliable things, memories.

For all the panic about video evidence,

our powers of recollection are far more susceptible

to compromise.

You can't hack a memory.

Mm, stranger things have happened.

Stranger things have happened today.

There is another possibility.

- Have you asked yourself-- - Where's Uniform?

They were following us.

Where the fuck are they?

Kilo One to Control.

Kilo One to Control. Do you read?

Why are you going a different route to Uniform?

You put in the coordinates.

You must have changed them.

Stop this car.

I said, I'd like you to stop the car.

We're almost there.

- We need to get in there. - Where's Armed Support?

- Where's Uniform. - They'll be here any second.

Then we wait.

And risk Whitlock escaping?

You want that on your conscience?

Come on.

You can wait.

Stay on comms, I'll need you.

Kilo One.

Rachel?

You'd better come and see this.

Arrrgggh!

Aargh.

Aarrgh.

Mmm.

Simmer down, Wild Cat.

You're not going anywhere.

You should've killed me when you had the chance.