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Scott Arthur Minett, former soldier who served

honourably in Afghanistan

now leading People's Justice in the Red Zone.

Here we are, Mr Prime Minister. You'd better be listening now.

For better or worse, Mr Nobody speaks for a lot of people.

I am not inviting that man to Downing Street.

Chequers then.

Ellie's not coping well.

We will get her through this if we just hold the line.

The law must take its course unimpeded.

I have never interfered with that

and I would never instruct any of my staff to do so.

Why did he come back to find you after so long?

I don't know.

Edin Tosumbegovic is connected to a Balkan gangster

called Toni Lulin.

- Do you love him? - I don't know.

The capital has effectively been encircled

and our attempts to move a new transformer

to the Red Zone paralysed.

You need to get the tankers out of the depots

which might not be so easy if my members

decide to take matters further.

It's not us who's under pressure here, Prime Minister.

Georgia was my best friend.

I loved her.

She did not deserve what happened to her

and she doesn't deserve to be blamed for it now.

I'm sorry that I've added to the suffering of her family.

I admit that it was all my fault.

I'm the one that provided the drugs and I lied.

Not because of my privilege

but because I am scared about going to prison.

She was scared she might go to prison.

Were you scared, Mrs Sutherland?

You'll have to be more specific.

When you discovered Ellie had supplied the drugs

were you scared she might go to prison?

Oh, come on, Detective.

You're gonna have to do better than "When did you stop

beating your wife?"

You didn't advise her to lie in police interviews

and put the blame on Georgia?

Are you asking me did I conspire

to pervert the course of justice?

- No, I did not. - Did anybody else?

Not to my knowledge.

Did you ever discuss it with Peter Mott?

With who?

You don't know the name of your husband's Press Secretary?

Yes, of course I know who he is.

Did you ever discuss Ellie's predicament with Peter Mott?

I think there might have...

There may have been a conversation

about the level of tabloid interest

a case of this nature would attract.

So you discussed protecting your daughter from press intrusion?

We've often had to do that.

I'm sure.

Look, my daughter has admitted to an understandable

error of judgement

because she is overcome with pain and grief

over her best friend's death.

You now have to decide whether you're gonna charge her or not

and she's fully prepared for that.

But in the meantime, I'd like to go home and be with her

because believe it or not, for all her supposed privilege

right now, Ellie...

she's just a very, very frightened young woman

and she needs her mum.

OK, fine. That'll do.

For now.

I'll travel to Chequers by helicopter.

Can't run the risk of getting trapped at a blockade.

A special train to Aylesbury has also been laid on

and there are cars from there.

Trains! Good God.

We may as well hold this in the waiting room at Paddington.

Need to show we're not besieged in the capital

that we can travel anywhere.

What's happening with the Red Zone?

Well, we've set up a new Gold Command Centre

at the airbase near Hexham.

From now on, only essential supplies go to the hospital

and we've arranged buses to move those who want to leave.

What a waste of time and resources.

I think People's Justice know the action's elsewhere now.

They've still got their foot on our throat.

Panic buying has increased in a lot of areas.

There are big issues over fuel supply

now that the Dartford Tunnel is blocked.

Also enormous problems with bloods

and special medical couriers.

I seem to remember a time when you dismissed such issues

as minor logistics.

Don't underestimate Scott Minett.

He's got a massive profile now

and he'll take that with him to the barricade.

Surely his car comes off the road

somewhere on the A40?

What good's the "deep state" if it can't organise

a simple assassination?

The only "deep state" I'm familiar with is my inbox.

OK, let me be absolutely clear. I will meet with these people.

But if they push too hard

I will drive them straight off my fucking mountain.

Yes.

OK.

Yeah, yeah. Keep me updated, yeah.

Peter Mott's been arrested.

Searched his office, taken his computers.

This is a full-blown witch hunt now, isn't it?

I've lied to parliament, Rachel.

They'll keep on and on trying to prove that.

They can't prove it, they can say it and some people

might believe it but they can't prove it.

And let's be honest, these are different times.

The bar for misdemeanours is way higher than it used to be.

Well, thank God for our degraded sense of political honour.

There's nothing degraded

about wanting to protect your family, Robert.

Whatever it takes, family first. Always.

What?

That's what Scott Minett says too.

I guess we're all the same in the end.

Bunch of selfish apes.

Oh, sweetheart, don't get cynical.

It's not you at all.

I have visual on Loverboy with unknown female.

"Dear Diary

Busy morning lusting after Amy Williams

from the Mail on Sunday

followed by a spot of coaching Ellie Sutherland

on how best to lie to the police."

Oh, he hasn't!

It's on his computer. They're still going through it.

They're not gonna question him till later which is frustrating.

A slight delay will probably help

given all the attention will be on Chequers.

What about Anna Marshall, sleeping with the enemy?

- In hand. - So...

My hands.

You bugging the flat?

No comment.

Does she know you're bugging the flat?

Archie...

Let me know if they pick up anything particularly salacious.

I'll only share it with my WhatsApp group.

Piss off, Archie, you'll be late for Chequers.

Nothing can move down there. We have to end this.

One way or another.

Well, looks like we're staying put until we know

the outcome from Chequers.

Well, they're not gonna agree on anything.

It's obvious the plan is to bring down government.

Maybe. But the PM's in a fighting mood, so we'll see.

Well, at least this means you can go to your dad's funeral.

Well, obviously, I'll be, uh, reachable on the mobile.

- You gonna take Mabel? - Sorry?

You know, you said you were worried about going...

Oh, er... Francine Bridge is coming along, actually.

Francine Bridge from the Policy Unit?

That's right.

Huh.

Just, y'know, bit of moral support.

Now, where is the chief engineer?

Need to speak to him about these elevated stretches of roadway.

He's slipping the move on Francine Bridge?

Wow. Good for you, Fraser.

She is hot. Aim high, dude.

Yass...

Don't lose your focus now!

The government are on the ropes.

I'm going down to Chequers with the lorry drivers today

and I'm gonna deliver our message.

Soon there'll be a new government.

They tried to starve us out of this building

but the struggle's already moved on.

We're gonna take the last of that fuel

and get down to the barricades in London

because that's where this is gonna finish.

But I'm telling yous...

I promise yous

that in the years to come, people are gonna look back on us

marching down them stairs, and taking this room

and they're gonna remember us as the match that lit the flame

of a people's uprising.

Hey, Mabel, good dog.

Hey, Holly.

Hey, Dad.

How are you?

I came second in cross-country.

Holly! Come back here please.

I love your shoes, Holly.

Holly!

They only start listening when it's London.

This'd been the south-east, it would've been fixed

- in five minutes. - Right.

It's true.

Look, I'm not, er, anti-London, right?

In fact, I probably know more real Londoners

than any of the liberals down there in their mansions.

And by real Londoners, you mean...

I don't just mean white

if that's what you're trying to catch us out on.

But you have to remember, there are still millions

of white Londoners.

That's the reality. There's nowt wrong with it.

Still plenty of fuel for your generator, I see.

Oh, you see that house there? On the end, with the flag on it.

That's Mad Thommo's house, right?

Raging commie, knits socks for refugees.

Across the street from him

we've even got a couple of lesbians.

What I'm saying is not everybody thinks the same.

It's not like yous lot make out.

You keep saying this. "They." "You lot." "The media."

- People who've got the power. - Get out the way!

Ah, shut up!

You seen the thanks you get?

People think they can tell us what we're allowed to think

what we're allowed to say.

Celebrities with their blue ticks and their rainbow flags.

As opposed to those salt-of-the-earth types

tying brown men to motorbikes?

Look, man, some people are completely racist, right?

And some people are not.

Most of 'em are just somewhere in the middle.

Like you?

Look, some lairy kid in an Audi cuts us up, right?

I might think to myself, "Fuck you, Paki."

No offence.

I might even say it out loud. It depends who I'm with.

It depends what mood I'm in.

That's the way people are, all over the world, man.

It's not just here.

Like, how would your parents react if you told them

"Mam, Dad, I'm marrying a lass from a different religion"?

They'd throw a party if it was a girl from any religion

I imagine.

Do you think I'm a racist?

Lots of people have been asking me that.

Y'know, when they're not abusing me for normalising you.

What d'you tell them?

Does it matter to you?

I wouldn't be asking if it didn't.

Well, I certainly think you're pretty normal.

Thank you.

You're smart.

Maybe in another era, the local headmaster would have

come and pleaded with your dad to let you stay on at school.

Ah, he wanted us to stay on at school, my old man.

He was a deep thinker, was John Minett.

Union man, like.

But in the end, it doesn't really matter

what I think of you personally any more than

what you think of me.

I'm just a journalist, and you're just my story.

Right.

Howay then.

Come and see where your story lives.

Now, er, don't mind the Hitler shrine, right?

and try not to touch me arse. I know it's tempting

but not in front of me daughter.

There she is, me pride and joy.

Now then, darling, come meet me new friend Manish!

Bye, Mabel.

Come on, Holly.

Good luck.

What with?

Him.

We're colleagues.

- If you say so. - I do.

Bye, Mabel. I love you, Mabel.

I'll miss you.

Bye, love.

Right.

Let's go for a drink.

What I'll be saying to the Prime Minister

is quite simple. Call a general election.

Let the people decide.

And do you feel any responsibility towards

the people not having operations

because there's a shortage of blood in the capital?

Hang on, hang on.

The responsibility for this lies entirely with the government

who has always ruled on behalf of an elite

and not the ordinary folk of this country.

Folk?

I need a cigarette.

Did you coach Ellie on what to say to police?

No.

Did you and... Rachel Sutherland

advise her to claim that Georgia had supplied the drugs

because Georgia was dead?

No.

- Was the Prime Minister pres... - No.

Was the Prime Minister present at any meetings

where such a strategy was discussed?

No.

- You keep a diary. - Mm-hm.

We found some interesting extracts on your computer.

"RS..."

That's Robert Sutherland, right?

No flies on you, Inspector.

"RS very anxious not to get involved with discussions on ES

and leaving things to me and RJS..."

Rachel Jane Sutherland.

So he knew that you two were strategizing.

The only strategy was how to deal with

the inevitable press interest.

"ES v upset after visit from Georgia Nixon's father.

Took a concerted effort to persuade her to keep to script."

Figure of speech.

"Disturbing news from the university.

When I told RS, he bit my head off

about interview strategy with ES and police.

Told him to leave it to me and RJS.

She is much more clear-sighted about the issues.

Need to stop AM going all Cassandra.

So far, RS keeping her out of it."

Anna Marshall, right?

At least she has an alibi.

At one point in her last interview

Ellie told us that she felt pressured into lying.

She tried to backtrack, but we've got it on tape.

Now, when we get her to tell us who was pressuring her

who do you think it will be that she'll name?

You...

or her mother?

And Sam knows?

And he's...

Sad, I think.

Uncertain.

Well, I always thought it was a good marriage

for what it's worth.

In many ways, it is.

So what happens now?

Eleanor's running checks because of the Toni Lulin connection.

You did the right thing going to her, of course.

Of course.

- But you can still see him? - According to Eleanor, yeah.

And you want to?

I'm a bit lost for words, actually. I've never...

I mean, adultery, I mean... I've never...

- I'm not judging. - Don't worry.

Closest I ever thought I'd get to it was reading Tolstoy

in the cottage.

I've always thought it's a bit too much like hard work.

Adultery, I mean. Not...

Tolstoy.

Easier when your partner's hardly ever there.

Bat.

Oh, God.

Are bats a good omen or a bad omen?

I'm not sure.

Don't fuck with them, though.

They're better protected than the nuclear codes.

Cars are arriving.

Mr Rowntree! Welcome to Chequers.

I believe it was Lady Thatcher

who said it was impossible not to fall in love

with this place.

And from your side, I believe Ramsay MacDonald

was enchanted by it.

There's a splendid portrait of him

in the National Portrait Gallery here with his family.

Ramsay MacDonald was not from my side at all, Home Secretary.

He was a traitor to the Labour movement.

Still...

who needs him when you've got Francine Bridge, eh?

Well, quite.

Harry, welcome.

Prime Minister.

Are we coming in, or do you want us to wait

out in the garden again?

Well, you could do a lot worse.

Come inside, have some tea before we get started.

Thank you.

This is nice...

- The People's Justice here yet? - Not yet.

Scott Minett will be arriving after dinner.

I did try and get you a ticket for Chequers

but, er, they said you weren't VIP enough.

Well, I understand you're not on the main stage either.

Just wait until this time next year, man.

No one'll even remember who Harry Rowntree is.

No!

Keep the kid inside!

Scott?

Scott?

Sc...

I'll sit next to Harry Rowntree at dinner.

I think it should be me.

You?

We're the only two who still believe in the undying nature

of the class struggle.

Well, it was a sacrifice on my part, but feel free.

Scott Minett's been involved in a hit and run.

He's dead.

Harry.

People's Justice has called for a boycott on talks

till Minett's death is clarified.

- Clarified? What does that mean? - Look.

We have to speak to them first.

You can't leave! There's no time for this.

Harry.

Harry!

Every second that transformer stays blocked

more lives are lost.

People are dying because of this blockade.

People are dying because of your government.

We have a duty to the country, you and I

to sort this thing out.

Are you gonna use the Civil Contingencies Act

to keep me here?

Are you gonna throw me in front of a tribunal if I try to leave?

Are you a dictator now, Prime Minister?

How do we know that you didn't have Scott Minett taken out?

Don't be so fucking ridiculous.

This isn't about the Civil Contingencies Act.

And it's not about Scott Minett either.

Robert.

It's about you acting like you're on the bridge

of the Battleship Potemkin

because you can't control your members.

You're competing with People's Justice

while hardworking public servants

battle round the clock to get the power back on.

So why don't you get back to your barricade

you posturing idiot, because I'm coming for you tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, fucking yes.

- Robert. - And I'm bringing APVs

and bulldozers

so if you do feel like acting like Tiananmen Square Man

which quite frankly, I doubt very much

then fucking knock yourself out.

Anna.

Well, that cleared the air.

Fuck him.

Let's get back to London.

Convene COBRA.

I'm taking these bastards on now.

Breaking news just now.

Reports are coming in that Scott Minett...

- What do you want? - Vodka soda.

...has been killed.

Hi, er, two vodka sodas, please.

...targeted deliberately by two men in a grey Ford Focus.

The police are looking for both car and drivers

one of whom was described as either black or Asian.

- The journalist, Manish... - Hm! No surprise there then.

...was with Minett at the time of the attack

- but is reportedly... - Truth hurt, does it, love?

We don't all know each other, you know.

I know you.

You're a politician! Bunch of crooks.

- Only in it for themselves. - What'd he say?

Let's go.

Oi, Dave!

Dave, d'you remember that sign, "No Blacks, no Irish, no dogs?"

We've only gone and got a threefer here, mate.

I think you'd better go, mate.

Why do we have to go?

Well, there's no dogs allowed.

♪ No surrender, no surrender ♪

♪ No surrender to the IRA ♪

What's so funny?

Oh, well, apart from the country going insane

I just buried my dad.

My-my kids won't talk to me because their mother's

a lying sociopath

and even though I've done nothing to him

I've got some guy singing in my face

"No Surrender to the IRA."

What a setting for a wake.

My dad would've loved it here.

It's hilarious.

Let's go.

That's for Scott Minett, you slags.

- Keep walking. - I was going to.

We'll set up here.

You OK, mate?

Sure.

What you gonna say?

What I saw.

No, I mean about him, his views.

You know, put it in some perspective

cos you got close to him

and what with you being, you know...

diverse yourself...

- Diverse? - So you can contextualise.

- Rob. - Yeah?

Shut up.

- Let's go. - Yeah.

Earlier today I witnessed the brutal attack on Scott Minett

which was unquestionably deliberate.

The mood on the streets is...

Rob.

Rob!

Shit...

Get in, get in!

It's gonna kick off big time.

They killed that Scott Minett, didn't they?

- Who's they? - Who do you think?

He just got too popular, didn't he?

I mean, they were never gonna meet him. It's obvious.

Why would a bunch of people here in London care about...

People are fed up of everything, ain't they?

Lying politicians, no food in the shops.

Maybe we should drop you first.

Or you can come back to mine for a bit, if you like?

Uh, will you take us to Kennington, please?

It's gonna be far worse than last time.

Welcome back, Anna.

If anyone can sort out this shitshow, it's you.

That is your boyfriend having dinner with Toni Lulin.

Lulin's business interests are highly complex.

Some are quite legitimate.

He runs a very successful fibre-optics company.

Others less so.

The Turkish heroin trade being the most obvious.

- So Edin could be involved? - It is a rumour

that Toni Lulin uses an assassin based in London.

The assassin goes under the pseudonym of Nico

and is greatly feared.

No. No way.

I don't know.

But I'm definitely gonna find out.

I need to talk to you, Mum. Can I come and see you?

No. You need to stay inside.

The situation is really volatile in London right now.

- Where's Barney? - Upstairs. Look, I have to...

I want to talk about what's happening to our family.

You said I can come and see you at the Pimlico flat any time.

Am I just not important to you now?

That's really unfair.

Look, please, don't leave the house tonight, alright?

We're getting reports of rioting breaking out.

I will try to come home later

but I need to speak to your dad first.

Alright? I love you. Bye.

We've had reports of disturbances

from a number of places, and not just the crisis zones.

Sheer opportunism, we should round them up

and use Wembley as a mass detention centre.

Never really lost that loving feeling for Pinochet

have you, Archie?

A great man and an honourable soldier.

If I could drag us away from murderous dictators for a moment

- and back to our current problem. - Please do.

Anyone who's angry right now is coming out on the streets

and that is a hell of a lot of people.

Manchester, Birmingham, London.

The problem is that it's been a long time

since Northern Ireland.

We used to be a world leader in handling

serious urban disturbances.

Well, I want troops deployed on the streets tonight.

I'll authorise the use of CS gas and baton rounds if necessary.

And if it requires more than that?

If my men come under serious attack?

You were unwilling to make that decision earlier.

We will restore legitimate authority in the Red Zone.

Clear the roads for the transformer

and deal robustly with further rioting in our cities.

No more velvet gloves.

Why did you leave her?

Oh, lots of things.

Values, lifestyle...

aspirations...

Politics.

- So just the small stuff then? - The kids are all I care about

but she's managed to make them believe

that I'm responsible for all the bad things

and there's nothing I can do about it.

Well, it's obviously made you very unhappy.

Maybe you should talk to someone about it.

Ah, people talk too much.

They should, er, bottle it all up until it gets too much

- and then they should medicate. - Oh!

Is that still working for you, is it?

I like you, Fraser.

I like you, too.

First reports of fatalities.

A man was attacked and beaten to death

trying to protect his shop.

Two dead in flats above shops that were set on fire.

Can't let this continue.

- Cannot let anarchy prevail. - I agree.

- Even if this time it means... - A risk to life.

Hello, this is the Prime Minister.

Have General Pickering meet me in the COBRA room please.

Oh, I'm sorry. You may not have heard me.

This is the fucking Prime Minister.

Get General Pickering out of his meeting

and have him meet me in the COBRA room immediately.

The city's burning.

Hello?

OK, coming now.

- I gotta go. - Now?

That was the Prime Minister.

He's about to take out the barricades

to release the transformer.

2-1 in position.

All subjects are inside the nest.

Allow the deal to proceed, 2-1.

We have an arrest team on standby.

Think we all can agree to these terms, right?

Yes.

Everything is in place.

The shipment will be arriving next week.

Nico will be your point of contact.

He'll be in touch with you nearer the time.

2-1 has the eyeball on an

unidentified female approaching the nest.

Where's my mum?

- You're Tess, right? - Where's my mum?

- She's not here. - Erm...

What... Let me go!

I got her. I got her.

- What are you doing? - Easy. Easy.

No, let me go. Let me go!

No! What are you doing?

The unidentified female

is Anna Marshall's daughter. Should we go in?

See how this plays out, 2-1.

Trust me.

No!

Help me...

Trust me.

You open the door now.

Come with me.

Gonna be alright.

Come on.

2-1 has the eyeball on Loverboy. He has the girl.

All other targets are leaving the nest.

Let them leave, 2-1.

Arrest team incoming for Loverboy.

Make sure the girl is safe and we'll get message

to Eleanor James.

We have intelligence that a far-right group

called National Spirit has infiltrated the protesters.

They have links to the armed forces so probably not wise...

Not a moment longer.

I made a promise to the people in the hospital

that I would turn the lights back on

and I'm gonna keep that fucking promise.

Lives have already been lost. Take that barricade down.

Prepare for rapid advance.

Charlie, Charlie 1, advance to the blockade.

Go! Go! Go!

Coming through!

HGV barricade is down

but the protesters have not retreated.

They've been joined by...

The first barricade is cleared

but there are more protesters approaching.

Yeah, we ain't going nowhere!

Keep it fucking coming!

We are being overwhelmed by the sheer

number of protestors...

We need to take control of the situation.

We're pushing their lines back well.

We have protest fire!

- What the hell was that? - Phosphorous grenade.

These are military-grade weapons.

Do I have authorisation to return fire?

They should retreat.

If they have grenades, they may have guns.

Robert, listen to me. We can take stock.

Do I have authorisation?

Anna, tell him.

They're throwing grenades at British soldiers.

This isn't a protest, Robert, it's an armed attack.

It's too risky.

I'm authorising you to return fire.

Colonel, you have authorisation

to defend yourself with live ammunition.

Send fire team forward. Rules of engagement apply.

Copy that. Over.

Riflemen forward!

Riflemen forward!

Disperse!

Force will be used!

Rules of engagement! Rules of engagement!

Yes, sir!

3-1-Alpha, what are you seeing?

What are you seeing? Over.

Watch your front!

Open fire!

Sit rep! What's going on?

Cease fire! Cease fire!