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I want you right beside me,
not because it's your job,

but because it's our choice.

This is a very,
very dangerous politician.

Someone who must be stopped.

This programme contains
some strong language

We've taken the liberty of providing
you with a tablet, so the

material can't be traced to
your own devices.

Someone acquired clearance to make a
secret visit to her suite.

I need to ask you to identify
yourself.

He gave the name Richard Longcross.

Security Service.

I'm sure of it.

That was us plotting to build
the Death Star.

Julia's snatching the key
to Number 10.

We need to do something. Fast.

This never happened.

And if I don't come back,
go to the Death Star.

I thought they were
sending you a cab.

Yeah. I don't need their shitty cab.

Let's have some nice food,
a couple of drinks.

This feels weird.

What about Budd?

He left the auditorium and when he
came back in that's when

Mahmood appeared on the stage.

Rob just called me.
I need to warn Julia.

What's in the briefcase?

From this angle, it's unclear if
the explosion originated from the

briefcase.

What's going on here, then,
Mr Macdonald?

Whatever Tahir was doing,
I'm completely in the dark about it.

There's a simple,
plausible story for you to stick to.

And you will stick to it.

Despite the heroic efforts of our emergency
services,

the Home Secretary Julia Montague
succumbed to her injuries and

was pronounced dead.

Dave, you've shot yourself.

It was a blank round.

Is there something you're not
revealing to us regarding the

state of your mind before,
during, or after the attack?

Nadia, we're desperate to find the
person who's been creating

these devices.

Two attacks on the
Home Secretary, Budd PPO

for both... Mahmood's briefcase... I
don't trust him.

He's hiding something.

Sir. We heard back from Fort
Halstead. Thank you.

Shit.

The device wasn't in the briefcase.

From the pattern of damage and the
expansion of the blast wave,

it appears the bomb was planted
under the stage.

Planted? It couldn't have
been, surely...

We don't know how they got access.

We're still checking security cameras
and interviewing college staff.

The sniffer dogs, they would
have...?

Materials that survived the
explosion suggest that the

device was housed in an
airtight container.

When the detonator was triggered,
it could've opened a valve to

allow in oxygen to support
combustion of the TATP explosive.

Was it triggered by a timer?

Remnants of circuitry were
detected at the scene.

Fort Halstead believe it could've
been a pressure sensor...

...designed to trigger the device
when weight was applied to the stage.

That's why Mahmood needed to
get backstage.

The Home Secretary had avoided
activating the pressure sensor.

Mahmood needed to get up there
and set it off.

Although that would create the risk
of the device being triggered

at the wrong time, by a person
venturing on to the stage

before the Home Secretary's speech.

Hence why we're also investigating
whether the pressure sensor

or the device itself were
controlled by a timer, or...

..if they were activated remotely.

By another person, not Tahir?

We're looking, Ma'am.

I've got my suspicions.

You all right, Skipper?

I need updates from all the
Home Secretary's PPOs and CPOs.

Anything suspicious, anything out of
the ordinary.

Something the matter, Tom?

We lost Kim! Nobody's heard a word
off you about it.

I'm sorry, mate, you're right.

I've been in my own head.

Let's talk about this
over a pint, eh?

All right.

David Budd.

David...?

It's Louise Rayburn.

Look, I'm not permitted to reveal
details of the wider inquiries.

This didn't come from me, OK?

The bomb wasn't in the briefcase.

It wasn't your fault.

David?

Thank you.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Let's head round to the Red Lion.

My shout.

Sarge. I thought you'd better see
this.

Go back.

There's over an hour of
footage missing.

What? Is this on all of them?
Yes.

Right. Save this all to a drive and
get it up to the boss. OK.

Your story about this guy Longcross
and the missing CCTV... Yeah.

I believe you.

The hair was blonde,
pushed back off the forehead.

A bit more like that?

Yeah.

The eyes were darker. Yeah.

And that? Yeah, that's perfect.

What about the nose?

The nose was wider at the tip.

What about his jaw? His jaw was a
bit squarer. A bit more.

Hair? Is that right?

His hair was shorter.

Yeah. Eyes were maybe a little
narrower.

His forehead a little taller...
Age OK?

He's a bit older-looking than this.
Slightly narrower...

How's that looking?

Yeah, that's starting to look like
him.

Sarge? What you got?

Brilliant.

Cheers, mate.

Finally. We've got your shooter.

Sergeant Andrew Apsted.

Served in Helmand Province,
two tours.

And get this -

he was EOD.

This could be the original
bomb-maker or an accomplice

of Longcross.

Sorry...

Brings it all back.

It's... It's brilliant.

Listen, David...

With everything
that's going on, maybe we've

not paid enough attention to the
fact the shooter blew his

brains out right in front of you.

You lost your Principal and one of
your team.

I think it'd be a good
idea if you stepped away

from the inquiry and we get you some
time with the counsellor, yeah?

No. No way.

Figuring out who killed Julia,
that's all that matters.

That's the only thing that's going
to make me feel OK again.

I think it runs deeper than that.

You just called her Julia.

Sorry, Nadia, I don't know what's
keeping them...

We're good to go.

We've got some plausible locations
of the car park you described.

I'm afraid we weren't able to see
your husband's car or any

type of meeting in any of the CCTV
cameras relating to

the car parks themselves.

We've looked at adjacent locations
and produced some images of

persons of interest.

Just take your time with these,
Nadia.

Do you recognise this man?

The interviewee is shaking her head.

What about him?

The interviewee is shaking her head.

The interviewee is shaking her head.

The interviewee is shaking her head.

Do you...

..recognise this man at all?

Take your time.

Sorry.

It's OK.

Nadia, thank you.

Well done, Nadia. That was great.

What about this man?

You can't do that.

I am doing.

This wasn't included in disclosure.

Nadia, please look at the e-fit.

Nadia? Please. Lives depend on this.

Do you know this man?

Is this the man your husband met?

Nadia has already described the man
as being IC4/6.

Were you too afraid to tell
the truth?

Was the man actually white?

Is this the man your husband met?

Is this the man your husband met?

Nadia has already described the man
as being IC4/6.

Were you too afraid to tell
the truth?

Was the man actually white?

Is this the man your husband met?

It's not evidential.

You know the process for photo ID.

And an e-fit's never going to
give a true likeness.

There's every chance she's mistaken.

Right now, though, boss, that's not
really the point, though, is it?

As your DCI, Louise, I'd say
actually it is.

You just going to sit on your hands?

David, leave this to us. No-one was
following up on Longcross.

I had to do that bit myself.
We have got to consider all
of the possibilities.

One of which is the Security Service
were involved in the

assassination of a Cabinet minister.
We don't know that.

That's what we need to find out!
Longcross is our lead.

Well, from now on every step we
take's by the book. What's next
then? Going "by the book"?

That's for me and
Commander Sampson to decide.

He's only trying to help, boss.

David!

Look, Sharma's under a
lot of pressure.

He values your contribution.
We all do.

Sure.

David.

David, wait.

I really want to talk to you
about your head wound.

I told you,
I got it off a gas cooker.

I think it's best if you're examined
by the Force Doctor.

Get off my back, Louise.

What am I supposed to do, David?

Let you run around like
everything's rosy?

Do you not get it? This is how
they'll discredit the inquiry.

They'll make me out to be
a basket case.

No-one in this building would use
that kind of language.

You've got an illness, David.
You're traumatised.

That sounds any better?

Why are you making this about me
when we just found out

Longcross supplied the bomb?

The Security Service.

Finding out why,
that's the answer to all of this.

David, you need help.

I need to find who killed Julia.

Julia Montague's funeral
took place earlier today.

It was a private ceremony for
close family only.

But in the House of Commons there
was a succession...

An esteemed colleague who is a
great loss to her party,

her country and this House.

Those of us who knew Julia,
who worked with her,

are still measuring
the scale of our loss.

Julia and I grew up
together in this house.

In the end, the pressures of work
made our marriage unsustainable.

To this day I still look back and
remember our time together as

the happiest days of...

Thank you, Home Secretary.

How much have you got?

Enough.

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can't be traced to your own devices.

We'll take the tablet back when
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be able to view for a limited

time period, before being locked out
and requiring new decryption.

If that happens you should
get in touch.

I'm authorised to make suitable
arrangements.

See how I go. Is that the lot?

For the time being.
I'll leave it with you.

Thank you.

Anyway, cheers, we'll catch up on
this again later. Thanks.

Commander Sampson's office, please.

Chief Superintendent Craddock.

David Budd's just come into
the office.

OK.

You have reached
National Vehicle Services.

Please state your inquiry leaving
your full name and a contact

telephone number after the tone.

David. Ma'am.

No, no, no. It's OK.

I've received a call from SO15.

Apparently you're being a
pain in the arse.

Ma'am, I have reason to
believe there is...

Listen.

We lost the Home Secretary.

Let's go after the
bastards who did it.

Thank you very much, Ma'am.

You OK to head across town?

Sure.

I'll have a car sent to
the D Block door.

See you down there.

Ma'am.

Tom.

Come in.

Lorraine. Ma'am. David. Ma'am.

My team have briefed me on this
non-evidential photo ID made

by Nadia Ali.

This individual,
Richard Longcross...

You're convinced he works for the...
The Security Service.

Yes, Ma'am.

There's no evidence of that.

There wasn't.

Last night I saw him at an
internet cafe.

Using a vehicle whose registration
data is withheld from the PNC.

It's just some bullshit phone number
to sucker you into setting

off an electronic trip wire.

As you've disclosed it,
we can smooth that over.

The only way Longcross could've gone
to the cafe is if they're

tracking keywords
in online activity.

What keywords?

Relating to kompromat the
Security Service supplied to the

Home Secretary.

What are you talking about?

In her hotel room a few days
before she was killed,

the Home Secretary received a
visit from Longcross.

He supplied her with an encrypted
file of kompromat she

subsequently shared with the
Prime Minister.

And you kept this to yourself?

David's on to something, Ma'am -

maybe wouldn't hurt to
focus on that.

Did you manage to get any copies
of the kompromat?

That wasn't possible, Ma'am.

I attempted to photograph the
material

using my mobile phone,
but the device was equipped

with an infrared sensor that shut it
down in proximity to digital
devices.

Have you got any details on
the scandal?

A series of scandals,
all covered up.

A sexual assault. Drug addiction.

Financial impropriety.

Last night I learned they relate to
the Prime Minister.

That's only what I was able
to deduce.

There may be more kompromat.

And now the Home Secretary's dead,
the Security Service must be

terrified of their role coming out.

That's why Longcross is tracking
keywords relating to the

kompromat - to intercept anyone
who's on to them.

So where's the kompromat now,
David, any idea?

The Home Secretary had it with her.

I assume it was destroyed in
the explosion.

And you suspect the
Security Service planted the bomb?

It makes no sense the security
service murdered Julia Montague.

They were in partnership -
she offered them greater powers

in return for the
compromising material.

Maybe the relationship went sour,
or she became a liability,

I don't know.

Cui bono. Who benefits?

Clearly the Prime Minister, for one.

And his supporters.
Roger Penhaligon. Mike Travis.

Mike Travis?

He was always jealous of the
Home Secretary's private meetings

with the Security Service.

And he's all about party unity
and completely loyal to the

Prime Minister and Penhaligon.

That's interesting.

We know Tahir Mahmood wasn't
carrying the bomb in the briefcase.

But he did set off the device via
a pressure sensor.

And Rob Macdonald probably induced
him to go on the stage.

And who's Rob's new boss at
the Home Office?

Mike Travis. Yes.

Thank you, David.

What's going to happen now, Ma'am?

We'll see to it.

People keep saying that.

Meanwhile, the Home Secretary's
killers are no nearer being caught.

Sorry to keep you, Sergeant.

How can I be of assistance?

Just a quiet word.

The night the Home Secretary
was in surgery, she had three

official visitors -
Roger Penhaligon,
Mike Travis and Rob Macdonald.

That's correct.

What were their movements
that night?

They were briefed in the
Management Suite,

then Mr Penhaligon spent the night
awaiting news on his wife.

Ex-wife.

So he was alone?
Did he have any visitors?

What about...

..this man?

Or him?

Sorry.

Did Mr Penhaligon hinder
the medical staff in any way?

No, he was very concerned about
his wife's welfare.

Ex-wife.

Was there anything unusual he was
concerned about?

He seemed very concerned about
the Home Secretary's personal

items, but I suppose
that's not unusual.

What items? Her ministerial folder.

Her briefcase. Her handbag.

He took these?

No, they were never found,

which is why Mr Penhaligon
got very anxious.

But that's because they're of
sentimental value.

Thank you.

David Budd. What can we do for you,
Sarge?

I just want a couple of
minutes with your P.

Do you mind skipping me to the
front of this queue?

This way.

Sorry. Mr Penhaligon won't be a
minute.

You're interrupting my service
to my constituents.

And I want you to leave.

Don't make a scene in front of
all these people.

Be all over social media
before the hour's up.

I'd like to put to you new
information regarding the

murder of your ex-wife.

What new information?

I'm interested in an item that was
in her possession before she died.

What item?

I've been informed you were anxious
to locate the Home Secretary's

belongings on the night of
the attack.

Well, she was in possession of
material that affected

national security.

I've been at the hospital.

They told me you were interested in
items of sentimental value.

The Home Secretary's life's hanging
by a thread and the

Government's Chief Whip's hung up on
tracking down her handbag?

You're being offensive, Sergeant.

Now, I suggest you stop this line
of questioning now and I'll take up

my complaint with your
senior officer.

The item you were looking for,

you knew it wouldn't be in her
official materials.

What exactly was it you wanted to
get your hands on?

I've nothing further to add without
my solicitor present.

If you had a hand in her death,
you'll have me to answer to.

If you'd just give me a minute.

You're up to speed with the
briefing we've received from

Commander Sampson?

I am. I want to raise a specific
point of extreme sensitivity.

OK. Amit. Thanks.

This individual, who gave his name
as Richard Longcross,

was seen at the Blackwood Hotel
by Julia's PPO, yet surveillance

footage was removed.

An allegation's been made that he's
one of your officers.

Is he?

No.

I can see only one acceptable
way to prove he isn't.

And that would be?

Open yourselves up to the police
investigation. Give SO15 access.

As you're aware,

we're conducting dozens of
highly sensitive operations,

all of which could be jeopardised if
sensitive information is disclosed.

Hundreds of operatives in the field,
all of whom would be imperilled.

You're not above the law.

The matter isn't of law,
but of national security.

The Thornton Circus gunman could
only have known your predecessor's

itinerary via a police leak.

A police leak could only have been

behind the Heath Bank attack on the
children of your predecessor's PPO.

There's no way I'm giving the
Metropolitan Police access to

my organisation or my personnel.

It's not your decision.
You answer to me.

We all answer to someone.

Stay down here, Grace.

Grab yourself a coffee.

Thank you.

Drink?

David Budd ambushed me at my
constituency surgery.

David Budd? I'm convinced
he's aware of the kompromat.

How?

How the hell should I know?

All we've got is what
the PM's told us.

Not the whole story, either,
knowing how he rolls.

Julia blackmailed him over
its content.

Possibly she took Budd into her
confidence, or he joined the dots.

Mr Macdonald.

PS Budd.

Hi. Sorry, I've got to get to work.

There's the people that
start the war,

and the poor bastards that end up
in the line of fire.

I'm sure you realise
the net's closing.

Look, I haven't a clue... Really.

I've got to get to work.

I've looked into the eyes of a
suicide bomber.

Tahir Mahmood,

he was just some flunky terrified
of fucking up his boss' speech.

But you... You made a point of not
being there that day.

Then you called Tahir and made
him go up on stage.

That all seems like a calculated
sequence of events to me.

Did you come up with it
all on your own?

Look, I've... I've been through
everything with SO15.

No, no, no.

You lied about everything to SO15.

It's time to start telling
the truth.

Are you threatening me?

Julia was murdered in cold blood
and I know you were part of it.

I had nothing to do...

Tell SO15 what you know.

SO15, do it.

It would be redundant for me to say
"I know where you live".

Boss. You'll never guess who's just
waltzed in

to make a voluntary statement.

I need to provide some background.

Till recently, I, Mike Travis,
senior civil servants...

Julia Montague involved us all in
Home Office business.

Standard practice.

Then there began to be these
frequent unofficial meetings

with the Director General
of the Security Service

and to an increasing degree we were
all shut out.

It's still unclear to me
the nature of their meetings.

OK.

Then we came to suspect that Julia
was preparing a leadership bid.

Who's "we"?

Mike Travis.

Roger Penhaligon.

Mike Travis, formerly Minister of
State for Counter Terrorism,

now Acting Home Secretary.

Roger Penhaligon,
Government Chief Whip. Thank you.

When Julia decided to go ahead
with her speech at

St Matthew's College,
despite security advice,

we realised we had to act fast.

Act? In what way?

To prevent her from starting a
potentially damaging

leadership contest.

I was told we needed to embarrass
Julia politically.

Told by who?

That came from Roger Penhaligon.

I'm telling the whole truth when I
say that my only intention

was to embarrass Julia.

No way would I want to see her
harmed in any way.

So what did you do?

I inserted inaccurate material
in her speech...

..with the idea being that she'd
immediately become embroiled

in a humiliating climb-down.

To make sure the plot couldn't be
retraced to me, and hence to

Mike and Roger, I made an excuse not
to attend the speech and advised

Julia that all the fact-checking
would be handled by Tahir Mahmood.

We had this idea to use Tahir to
create an embarrassing moment

on camera, something that would go
viral and immediately derail

her campaign before it even
got started.

This was the phone call to Mahmood
suggesting he go on stage and

interrupt the Home Secretary's
speech? Yes.

But it has been established that
Tahir Mahmood venturing onto

the stage could have
triggered the device.

Yes, but none of us... None of us
knew anything about the bomb.

I mean...

I certainly didn't.

It was all about the politics.

Why'd you make a point of giving
Mahmood the briefcase?

I didn't want him examining the
documents till it was too late.

So I handed him a closed briefcase
at the very last minute,

reassuring him that the contents
didn't need to be reviewed.

Firstly, the briefcase has been
shown not to have contained

an improvised explosive device.

And secondly, all your forensic
investigations have found no

explosive residue on my client,
at his home or place of work.

Let's be clear, Mr Macdonald, OK.

Was everyone involved in this
plot to embarrass the

Home Secretary unaware Tahir Mahmood
might set off a bomb at the venue?

Of course.

We're politicians.

We're not murderers.

You worked closely with
Julia Montague, didn't you?

Yes.

Yet you were prepared to stab
her in the back?

No... It wasn't like that.

It was... It was all for the sake
of party unity.

So he didn't give us anything
on the kompromat.

I doubt he was ever in the loop.

Roger and Mike played the party
unity card, Rob rolled over.

It didn't seem like he
believed it himself. He didn't.

He had his own reason.

What?

I witnessed the Home Secretary
reject Rob's advances a

couple of times.

Humiliated him.

He wanted to do the same to her.

I think he's telling the truth.

Budd's wife's been at work all day.

She's just returning now.

Unfortunately RPOs guard the safe
house round the clock.

Then we're forced to be bold.

Ops.

Boss is back.

He's on his way.

How'd it go at the Home Office?

Fortunately while the kompromat's
still out there, there isn't

a politician in Westminster not
shitting himself he's implicated.

Makes it easier to push back.

Good.

Only problem is they know about you.

"Longcross."

That'll be David Budd.

He's the only one who challenged me.

The only one I gave that name to.

Some fucking bullet-stopper.

How could you let him get
one over on you?

No.

It's the other way round.

David. Ma'am. Come in.

Thanks for coming in
at short notice.

Have a seat.

Unfortunately, this was something
that really couldn't wait.

Erm....

I've received an extremely serious
allegation regarding

unprofessional intimacy between you
and the late Home Secretary.

Who's making this allegation?

I'm not at liberty to say.

They're alleging something
went on in private.

I can't see how there's any
evidence.

In which case, you can't give any
credence to this allegation.
There's a recording.

This is coming from
the Security Service?

Longcross must've bugged her room.

Is this recording even legal?

David, is it true?

Ma'am, you know you have to caution
me if there's any possibility

my answer might incriminate me.

I'm entitled to a consultation with
my Police Federation Representative.

Don't quote the Regs at me, David.
You weren't just fucking the
Home Secretary.

You're fucking our whole reputation.

They're to discredit me, Ma'am!
I'm onto them. The Security
Service, Longcross, all of them!

All of who? There's been leaks right
the way through

this whole investigation, Ma'am.
The Home Secretary's itinerary.

My kids' school.
The bomb planted at St Matthew's.

The Security Service could
have done it all.

David, you've been through a lot.

Take time off.

Stop ruffling feathers.

Then maybe, just maybe,
I can make this go away.

They want me to go away.

Dave. Sorry, Vic, I wanted to talk
away from the kids.

What's up? There's something going
on at work.

I don't know if it's going to come
out or not, but you've got a

right to know.

As my wife, I mean.

OK.

Julia and I...

..we were having an affair.

What do you want me to say?

I don't "want" you to say anything.

Look, I've got to get to hand-over,
so...

By the way, you're a day late.

Come again?

Yesterday, a security officer
came up to the ward.

He said that you and the
Home Secretary were "very close".

What security officer?

He said he was looking into the
circumstances surrounding the

Home Secretary's death.

What the hell's a
"security officer"?

Was this bloke police or what?

I'm not sure.

Was he plainclothes? A detective?

Did he give a name?

Erm, not that I remember.

For God's sake, Vic! What were you
thinking, not getting a name?

I couldn't help him and then he left
without making a big deal out of it.

All right, he'll be on CCTV.

Ward D-20, 2:00, 2:30...

What did he say exactly?

Stuff about when you were coming
home after your shifts.

If you'd ever brought anything back
to put somewhere safe,

if you'd ever brought anything back
belonging to the Home Secretary.

He even asked if the
Home Secretary had ever visited.

That him?

Yes.

Look, Vicky, thanks.

I need to get on with things,
before it's too late.

Well, who is he,
what is this all about?

The less you know, the better.

Are we in any danger?

No, look, you're in a safe house,
with round-the-clock protection.

You'll be fine. Then why did you say
"before it's too late"? No reason.

The device planted at St Matthew's
College.

We've got gaps in the CCTV from
the night before.

How that happened, and how the
offenders bypassed security,

we still don't know.

Same goes for how the bomb wasn't
detected, despite searches of

the venue right up to a few minutes
before the attack.

Andrew Apsted.

We need more on him.

Who he grew up with, who he joined
the Army with, who he served with.

And where did he get that rifle?

Erm...

Guys, OK if we pick this up later?

No worries. No probs.

He wasn't just at the internet cafe.

He visited my wife's ward.

My God.

Cheers, we'll...
We'll look into it.

Look.

Unfortunately there wasn't any CCTV
at the internet cafe, but I'm

guessing that's why you went there
in the first place.

We're still checking other
cameras in the vicinity.

I overheard you talking about
Thornton Circus.

We've learned Apsted formed
a pressure group called

Veterans' Peace Group.

So he was on a watch list? No.

The group was marginal,
never threatened any action.

But you're right,
it's weird he wasn't.

Which brings us back to your
Security Service theory.

Maybe they didn't put him on a watch
list cos they wanted to keep

him under the radar.

He was recruited by them?

A disaffected loner with
explosives experience?

Talk about perfect candidate.

I know how stretched you are here.

Let me look into this.

We've already had a conversation
about how fit you are to work.

The moment this case is over,
I'll see the counsellor,

I'll see the doc, whatever.

I just need time.

Please, I'm asking you as a
colleague, copper to copper.

Thanks, Louise.

Blast from the past.

Took a few calls to get
your new number.

I'm here.

So what have you got?

A Makarov.

Nice bit of kit.

I can get you six more.

How much? Not how much. What.

A PSL, with no history
traceable back to me.

Fine. I'll take my business
elsewhere.

Maybe I can make a couple of calls.

But this...

This is going to take work.

I'm not making no promises.

I get that back when we do
the trade.

Or I'll come looking.

Not answering your phone?

Sorry, I must've...

Battery's dead. You want to get a
refund, the amount of time that
thing's switched off.

It's late, Louise. Is there
something I can help you with?

CCTV from your wife's ward
was deleted.

Same as the Blackwood
and St Matthew's.

And none of the cameras in the
vicinity of the internet cafe

picked up anything either.

They know how to avoid 'em.

I do have something, though.

Security camera at your
wife's safe house.

They identified themselves
as SO15 Officers.

By the time the RPO alerted anyone
of her suspicions,

they'd carried out a search.

Security Service.

Now, obviously, this means the
Safe House has been compromised

but there is nothing to suggest that
your family are in danger.

Remember when I told you someone
broke into my flat? Do you believe
me now? Yeah.

It looks like they're convinced
the kompromat wasn't with the

Home Secretary at the time of
the explosion.

It's still out there.

They seem pretty sure if anyone
knows where it's hidden, you do.

Why's that, David?

I don't know.

Julia Montague's home was
thoroughly searched.

All of her devices seized.

There's no tablet found.

I'm sorry I can't help you, Louise,

but I don't know what
happened to it.

Well, the Security Service believe
you know where it's hidden, So do I.

I'll see you at
Julia Montague's flat.

0800 tomorrow.

Cheers.

Apart from the seized devices,

the search team left everything
where they found it.

You know the layout better
than anyone.

Maybe you'll spot something
that stands out.

If you really think this will help.

She had a computer in here.

We've gone through the hard drive
with a fine-tooth comb.

Tom, you're driving me up the wall.

Shit or get off the pot, mate.

Sorry, Ma'am.

Come in.

Now, what's up?

I'm the last person
to dob in a skipper, Ma'am.

But, David Budd, he's got this head
wound and everyone's letting

him walk around
like nothing happened.

Sit down.

David?

Chanel. Hey. Hi.

Is something wrong?

Oh, my, God, of course there is.

I was never Julia's biggest fan,
but I was genuinely so sorry to

hear what happened.

God, you must still be in shock.

I'm all right.

Maybe I shouldn't have come over.

No, no, it's... I'm sorry, uh...

Is this a regular haunt of yours?

Always the policeman -
never off duty.

Yes, I've been here before.
No, I'm not stalking you.

Sorry.

How are you doing?

Yeah, all right.

Moved on.

I'm still looking for the right
opportunity. But, um, yeah.

It's a tricky time.

So...

Actually I wanted to say I am
really sorry

for causing such
a scene when I was fired.

That was the last thing you needed.

But thank you for being such a
sweetheart that day.

You're very welcome.

I wanted to thank you properly,
but your phone was out of service.

I had to get a new one.

Just cos I was going to suggest
a drink...if... My treat?

Sure. Yeah? Yes.

OK.

07700...

Yep. ..900 431.

And that's mine.

Chai tea latte for Sam!

Oh, that's me. Sam?

Saves the palaver of them trying
to spell my name.

Great to see you, David.
You too, Chanel.

There you go. Thank you so much.

Chanel Dyson was the late Home
Secretary's PR, until she was fired.

I witnessed her being picked up from
outside the Home Office in

this same Range Rover.

I ran the registration at the time.

Found out it's owned by a company
based in the Cayman Islands.

Rich girl gets top job. Shocker.

That's what I thought at the time,
as well.

But I've been thinking over everyone
who had the inside track on

the Home Secretary, who could have
compromised her security.

I mean, to kill a Cabinet minister,
think of the amount of people that

would have had to turn a blind eye,
to not do their jobs properly.

Some may have been zealots.

But plenty others would just have
just taken a pay-off or ask

no questions.

That takes money or intimidation -
lots.

Maybe it wasn't all down to the
Security Service, after all.

The male subject has been
identified as Luke Aikens.

Aikens is believed to be a senior
figure in organised criminal

enterprises.

Everyone focused on the
counter-terrorism aspect

of RIPA 18.

But enhanced surveillance on phone
and e-mail activity would be

just as big a threat to
Organised Crime.

No such thing as coincidences.

Why's Chanel - and,
by extension, Luke Aikens -
making contact with you?

I don't know, Louise.

Sorry. Is this a bad time?

No worse than any other.

They said it was all right.

What's up, mate?

Craddock's been trying to
get hold of you.

OK.

I'll drive you.

Your repeated refusal to accept
counselling has raised

concerns regarding your
fitness for duty.

And now I've received an extremely
disturbing report regarding

the possibility you've attempted
self-injury with a firearm.

What report? Who from?

David, I recognise an officer in
denial when I see one.

This is for your own good.

You're to go on indefinite
leave, as of now...

Ma'am, no...

..and I would strongly urge you to
accept treatment from

Occupational Health.

Ma'am, please,
I can't be removed from duty,

till I've found who killed
Julia Montague.

I'm also removing your firearms
ticket, for obvious reasons.

I'm very sorry, David.

This is for your own good.

Neil.

Need your blue card, mate.

Signature, please.

We're looking for a link with Luke
Aikens or any of his associates.

I'm sorry.

Give me a minute, guys.

You fucked me over.

What are you talking about?

No. Don't play dumb.
I trusted you!

I don't know what you...