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'A serious cyber-attack has been
launched on the United Kingdom's
emergency services.'

We are working flat out for a patch
for the Ruin Britannia hack.

I knew I shouldn't have taken this
- job in the first place.
- Oh, come on.

Yet deep down, I have always
known we have different values.

I want to be back in the COBRA
- room during this crisis.
- As?

You could always make me
Foreign Secretary.

- Yeah.
- We're in the clear.

'Leak it. Right now.'

Something's going on.
Because I've got MI5 all over me.

Someone's leaking you explosive
stuff that affects National
Security.

That's their job.

'Another scoop coming your way.'

This arrived.

This one'll give a red alarm.

Medical isotopes.
All standard, don't fret.

- Sir?
- Mm?

- It isn't.
- What?

Giving a red, sir.

The cargo's bloody radioactive.
It's gotta give a red-

Christ. The whole system's down.
Get the Senior.

NOW!

Mr Sutherland is already
under pressure to declare an enquiry

into whether exploratory
gas-field drilling by the Chinese
mining conglomerate, Jiayóu,

might have played a role in
disturbing the buried munitions ship

which caused such devastating
tragedy in Kent...

And of course Mr Sutherland is
also facing demands for answers...

Anna?

Eleanor has an emergency
briefing for us on the ports.

..Ukrainian businessman
Mikhailo Kostenko...

So, perhaps it's not particularly
surprising

that the exoneration of the
government over the J23 shootings

in the Singer Report is being met
with significant scepticism from
various quarters.

Earlier I spoke to the Leader
of the Opposition, Chris Edwards.

The Lord Singer report
is a disgraceful attempt

to give the illusion of
transparency and credibility

to a desperate Tory government,
which frankly has demonstrated
neither,

and which knows it is losing the
trust of the British people by the
day.

Robert?

Chris Edwards there...

and we'll have more on that story
later on this afternoon.

When we're done here, we
need to discuss candidates.

There's the Kent by-election-
That's hardly pressing.

Even so, if you have preferences...

But what is pressing,
and actually bloody urgent-

- Foreign Secretary.
- Precisely.

And I assumed under the
circumstances the last thing

you'd want is a reshuffle-Archie.

Is that a joke?

Not the time.

It's a wrong decision. The man's a—

Duly noted.

We had to close the Port of Dover
an hour ago

when it became apparent the Cyclamen
scanners had been incapacitated.

Cyclamen?

The huge fixed scanners at every
UK port and airport to detect

radioactive freight.

Cyclamen is our frontline
defence against the smuggling

of nuclear contraband.

Which, is our only net to catch
terrorists driving a dirty bomb
into the country.

We've ascertained that the
total system failure at Dover

is the result of a massive
ongoing cyber-attack.

So, who's doing this?

Is it part of the
Ruin Britannia hack?

I am currently unable
to provide an assessment.

We've identified none of the
same hallmarks as yet, but it
could be the same group.

Until our capacity for monitoring
nuclear material is back online...

we can't let anyone through.

So far Dover's the only
port affected, right?

- No other border-point?
- So far.

Nonetheless, Dover's critical
for supply chains.

Sealing it for any length of time
risks massive disruption.

How quickly can it be unsealed?
GCHQ have three teams on it.

But I'm afraid at this moment I—

You are unable to provide
an assessment?

At what point are we gonna
have to deal with shortages?

The immediate concern
is fresh produce.

We've already instigated
contingencies, but...

the closure of a major port's
gonna be all over the lunchtime
news,

and even if we don't
face a supply crisis...

..we'll face panic-buying.

People are people.

Well, we can be front-footed
to head off panic.

What I find deeply disturbing...

is that if it weren't
for a lucky catch,

we could be hunting
for a dirty bomb.

I'm afraid we, um...

we can't yet be totally certain.

There was a window...

between the system failing and the
Border Force realising it was down.

How big a window?

Five hours.

During which, 1027 vehicles
passed through Cyclamen...

without an accurate scan.
Jesus Christ!

I've already initiated
a situation room.

We need to issue a statement
about the closure.

About the closure, yes,
nothing else.

The priority must be
to maintain public calm.

I want these vehicles
found and scanned.

I want the cyber-attack neutralised.

I wanna know where it... or all
of these attacks have come from.

And I want that port open again
before there's riots in Tesco.

Hey.

- Is this all of them?
- Uh-huh.

Every vehicle that entered
while Cyclamen was down,

clustered by destination.

We've issued regional forces
with a full alert.

Alright, but we also
need to group by origin.

Yep, which is in this array.

Always one step ahead.

- You OK?
- I'm fine.

It's just... I didn't expect
you back to work so soon.

I said I'm fine.
The doctors said I'm fine.

I want to work,
and you are not my real dad.

We're running every point of origin
against the Foreign Office's risk
index.

Then we sort the vehicles
by potential threat.

What?

With a cyber attack
on our nuclear scanners,

I'm forcing myself not to dwell on
what the word "threat" means today.

I just think there are more
pressing needs on our attention.

Well, I'm afraid I think the
appointment of a Foreign Secretary

is about as pressing as it gets.

I'm not prepared to-
To what? To listen to reason?

Bad enough you give Archie back
the whip, but Foreign Secretary?

You may think it throws a
bone to the fringe, right,

but all it's going to do
is make them hungrier.

They'll smell weakness on you.

Is that what you smell?

Look, my only concern here is-

Yes?

'Mr Glover-Morgan, Prime Minister.'

Send him in.

Who looks weak, Anna?

The man who waves the bone,
or the dog who comes drooling?

It's a question of
who bites whom first.

- Anna! How delightful.
- Fuck off!

I've always said she brings
such warmth to the workplace.

Black, no sugar as I recall?

I know you're a busy man, Robert,
what with the country coming apart
at the seams.

So, why the tummy-tickle?

Think of it more as a...

civility towards a potential
cabinet colleague.

Then never mind the tummy.

I'm all ears.
I'm offering you Foreign Secretary.

As I recall, when I suggested
as much, you scoffed.

This country is under attack,
Archie.

I'm on the verge of a War Cabinet.

Bask all you like, but I
need experienced comrades.

Comrades, indeed.

Personal sentiments are immaterial

as regards my duty to provide
this country

with its best possible government.

One in which you would
be a most valued asset.

Then I suppose, since duty calls...

I must accept.

Jessie? Did you see
who delivered this?

It was just with the other post.

No stamp, no postmark.

It was hand-delivered,
but you didn't see who?

Intel flagged it immediately.
Ukraine.

Ukraine's risk-index
was elevated to 'HIGH'

after the assassination
of Mikhailo Kostenko.

The truck's cargo manifest
states "Produce,"

but the haulage firm has
never exported to the UK before.

Is this our potential threat?
MI5 are calling 'maximum priority.'

If we have to evacuate,
what sort of numbers?

industrial park outside
of Nottingham.

It's sparse, only half occupied...

Small mercies.

Tell them to keep the public away,
please.

'Confirmed presence
of irradiated mass.'

'Registering high levels
of beta-ray emission,

'some measurable gamma-ray emission.'

What are they doing there?

I said keep the public away, please!

'Profile suggests
probable presence of caesium-137

'and...'

What the fuck?

Berries? Repeat.

'Cargo appears to be
radioactive berries.'

'Get those crates opened and
check for anything concealed.'

The berries were ordered
by a wholesaler

whose regular provider was
unable to deliver on time,

on account of the massively reduced
transit across the Channel.

But what the wholesaler
didn't realise...

is that the berries
were grown in Polesia.

A region of Ukraine. Technically
outside the Exclusion Zone, but—

Exclusion?

Of Chernobyl.

The soil there is still irradiated.

The cargo has been quarantined.
It'll be safely destroyed.

Even so, if this gets out,

years of pleading with the public

to eat their five a day
straight down the crapper.

We believe the nature
of the cargo is secure.

But phone-footage of the
truck, police, military...

may soon be in the wild.

So, we simply state the government
doesn't comment on security matters.

Which makes it clear as day
there's a "security matter."

Then slap the press with a D-notice.

These days we call them
DSMA-Notices,

should you wish to update your
frames of reference from 1945.

We'll have to say something, surely?

If there's footage,
it's bound to get out.

Robert, you said yourself
we need to be front-footed.

I said our primary concern should
be neutralising fear and panic.

I agree with Archie.
We don't comment on it.

We give them something else,

such as telling them
when the port will reopen.

So...

When will the port reopen?

Hopefully, within 24 hours.

"Hopefully"?

With respect, I think we were all
hoping for something a little less
wishy-washy.

And how many more trucks
left to scan...

before we're at least
through that crisis?

470.

Get to work.

Of course I want back in,

but I'd sooner run for a seat
I've got a chance of winning.

Well, before Clive Turner won it,
that seat was Labour's.

What's stopping it
from being Labour again?

I'm a black woman, and
apparently a member of-

what are we called now?
The liberal London elite.

Right.

Well, I'd suggest your opinion that
the electorate are a bunch of racist
bumpkins

is something we maybe leave off
the pamphlets-

OK, that's not what I meant.
I know what you meant.

You don't believe it
any more than I do.

You're just... you're just gun-shy.
Gun-shy?

Yes, it's been a while
since you campaigned.

How dare you?
No, I mean it.

Listen, I will tell you exactly why
I think you can win the by-election.

Right now, that constituency is
shell-shocked and it's flooded. Why?

Because the Tories have flogged our
gas-fields to a Chinese multinational

which caused an explosion.

But the drilling hadn't been proven.
Yeah, but why have they
rescinded the contract?

Now, if that wasn't enough,
Dover Port is shut.

Total chaos, by the sound of things.
Massive tailbacks,

right on the doorstep of
the very same constituency.

Due to some kind of system failure.

Why? Because the Tories have
grotesquely underinvested in
infrastructure.

Now, if you lived there...

would you not be ready for change?

Listen, I tell you what.

Why don't we just sketch out,
just hypothetically...

some sort of strategy?

Might be able to get a whiff of
who the other side are fielding.

And how are we gonna do that?

Well, you know Anna Marshall,
don't you?

You know full bloody well
we haven't spoken in months.

I'm not gonna reach out to her
now just so I can milk her for
information.

What's up, mum?

Er, nothing, really,
I just wanted to check in.

Not dying, are you?

'Very funny.'

Are you at home for supper?

I thought we could get a takeaway—

'Erm, I'm going to Dad's.'

Oh, OK. Well, I'll-

'I've got to go, um—'

Oh, wait, um...

Is there something weird going on
with, like, fruit or something?

What?

'Before you called, um, someone
on Twitch got it off '4chan' or
something.'

Saying, like, the police
found a load of...

poisoned berries or something,
and I-

'There's nothing, darling.'

'And you know 4chan's
for paedos and Hitler Youth.'

'Look I've gotta go. Love you.'

Fuck sake!

You wanted to see a shortlist
of my preferred candidates,

now you have one.
I don't see the problem.

Except for all of them being on
the hard right of the hard right?

And Roger Hawkins, for Christ sake?

You want to restore the whip
to Roger Hawkins?

Who else in the People's Justice
Independents are you intending
to bribe back?

Our party must be a broad church—
Robert, don't!

We both know bloody well
what this is about.

You're afraid of losing
Clive Turner's constituency,

and you think one of these
embarrassing cretins will
galvanise the angry white vote.

A vote is a vote. A seat is a seat.
And politics requires power.

Now, I've told you before Anna...
You were always an Archan-

Don't throw your bloody
utilitarianism textbook at me again,

because this is realpolitik.

And it's grubby, Robert.
This is not our Conservatism!

Maybe you haven't noticed,
but right now,

from every direction,
we are facing a different storm.

One of which is the distrust
surrounding the Singer Report.

Now, who better to vouch
for that Report

than the former Home Secretary,

so convinced of that Report's
integrity

that he has rescinded
his resignation?

Now look. You don't like Archie.
Archie doesn't like you.

But I suggest you stop letting
your personal grievance—

My what? How dare you!

You're right. I detest Archie.

But I have never let any "personal
grievance" warp my judgement.

And my judgement is you're a fool
if you think you can trust him,

because he will be waiting with a
polished knife the moment your back
is turned.

Apologies for dragging you
from your... IT crowd.

Not at all, Foreign Secretary.

What could be less important
than the security-

Of the Nation, yes, precisely.

However, while this cyber-assault
is unconscionable,

we are currently fire-fighting
on multiple fronts.

And I intend to face them
with a big gushing hose.

He's over-compensating.

You hardly need to explain that
to the Head of Intelligence.

Well, here's something I
apparently do need to explain.

We are lumbering towards
a diplomatic crisis

with the Chinese,
over the explosion in Kent.

Peter.

The Chinese mining company,
of course, flatly denies

that the explosion
was the result of them

sticking their drill-bit
into our Great British Seabed.

Meanwhile, an editorial
in yesterday's Central Times-

I'll save you the trouble of
reading the appalling translation-

It says, "The British
want to blame the Chinese

"to cover up our own incompetence
at not defusing the ship years ago."

And it is calling for,
"a retaliation,

"both public and painful."

I've received a formal complaint
from the Chinese ambassador.

Whom I am obliged to meet.

And when I do so,
I want a full deck,

vis-à-vis who or what
caused the explosion.

I want evidence, understood?

All our assets are trying—

Are they more reliable than
the assets you employed for
that briefing on the Russians?

Because from what I can gather,

their usefulness was several
thousand degrees south of
suboptimal.

Minister, with respect—
I don't want Chinese whispers.

As I say...

'a full deck.'

A big hose.

Fraser, you need to look at this.

So, after the blueberries,
what's next on the menu?

Strontium sausages?

Plutonium pomegranates?

One of the vehicles-
something's off with its data-

I can't find any trace
of the haulier.

It might be human error, but...

Get it to Eleanor James.

Hello, stranger.

I'm glad you called.

I've missed you.

That's good to hear.

Say it.

I'll think about it.

Can I ask you something?

Business?

Then let's get it out of the way
before the second bottle.

Chris Edwards wants me back
in parliament.

I want you back in parliament.

He wants me to run
for Clive Turner’s seat.

Pack your snorkel.

Oh, my God, I'm a horrible person!

Nah, there are worse.

I mean, to be fair, they're
all in your Party, but...

Anna, who are your lot
putting up for the seat?

Is that what this is about?

Why you called?

If it was, I would've
been much more subtle.

Or your expert guile is
the illusion of having none.

Chris asked me to get back in touch
to find out who you were running.

I said no.

Then I realised I
wanted to anyway...

because I missed you, too.

Robert and I have been
squaring off over it.

His first choice is Roger Hawkins.

Are you taking the piss?
I fucking wish.

But listen here, young lady.

If Robert continues to
ignore my expert counsel,

and if you decide to contest...

Roger will make it a dirty fight.

He'll play the populist card,
blow every dog-whistle.

Are you trying to put me off?
Is this 'guile'?

Fran, my love, don't make
me call you an idiot again.

I'm giving you reasons
youshouldrun,

and wipe the smug grin
off Hawkins' ruddy face.

Go for the seat. Win it.

You'd have my vote.

'This is what the liar
government and mainstream media

'don't want you to see.

'Radiation detectors.

'Because our nation is
secretly under attack.

'Nuclear attack.

'The corrupt traitor,

'Sutherland and his globalist
stooges, want to hide it from us,

'hide their weakness,

'their complicity in the
death of our great country.

'And until this government
is overthrown

'by whatever means necessary,

'they would have us feed poison
to our children

'sooner than tell us the Truth.

'These nuclear poison-berries
came to Britain

'directly from Ukraine,
through Dover.'

Still working?

Big case.

You'll win.

Is that by decree
of Her Majesty's Government?

No, you'll win because
you're a brilliant lawyer

and a spectacular woman.

But if I did have to bend this
country's noble and ancient
democratic institutions

for the sake of your affections...

Only you could make brutal
dictatorship sound so romantic.

Well, in the meantime, I can
offer to make you a cup of tea?

Oh, yes.

Eleanor.

Hi, erm, sorry it's late,

but I thought you'd want
an update on Cyclamen.

'We've captured the malware.'

So, the border can re-open?
'Imminently.'

Oh, thank Christ for that.
Well done.

I do need to update you
on something else.

'We've been monitoring various
online channels and footage

'of that truck from at least four
devices

'has spread like bloody measles.
The open-sourcers...'

have identified the
radioactivity apparatus.

'There's a new far-right
online presence, 'Firestorm.'

'They have been consistently
pointing the finger at government.

'I wouldn't normally bother
you with conspiracy theorists,

but they're not far off the truth,
and gaining traction.'

Christ!

The silence from government
is only adding fuel to it.

We need to formulate
some kind of explanation,

'take back control of the narrative-'

Those vehicles that got through...
Are they all accounted for?

'No, not quite.
There are nine as yet unscanned.'

When they are scanned, and when
we're in the clear -and only then-

I shall make a statement.

'Prime Minister-'

The only way to counteract panic
and probably outright bloody mayhem

is by stating that we
have overcome the situation,

that our defence apparatus works.

'We convene COBRA in the morning,
assess the state of risk,

'and strategize on that basis.'

Well, with respect, Prime Minister,
I don't think that we—

Goodnight, Eleanor.

These nuclear
poison-berries came to Britain

directly from Ukraine through Dover.

The port which is now closed,

but the government refused
to tell us why.

A government impotent and
venal which does nothing

while Foreign enemies trample
our borders and ruin our land.

Our investigations
have revealed that these

This is an unexpected pleasure.

Hari, have you got a minute?
I need your advice.

Off the record.

'I mean, you're taking me away from
alt-right nutters, but—'What?

Nothing. Talk to me.

Alright. If I, hypothetically
speaking,

if I ran in a by-election...
could I count on your support?

Hypothetical support?

Your platform has traction.
The support would carry weight.

Question,
what's going on in Dover?

'Something to do with radiation?

'People aren't buying
the government line.'

'Do you know why it's closed?'
No. Why?

Doesn't matter. I just, er-

'Listen, what I was asking is
just... Well, would you back me?'

Holy shit!

'Hari?'

Hello, Hari-

'Look, Francine, I'd back
you in a bi-election or...

a bloody general election. I'll
give all the signal-boost I can,

but I'm sorry, I have to go.

God, don't you ever sleep?'No.'

And you'd better wake up, too,
because we might have a big problem.

'I just sent you the link.'

What problem?

'Look at it.'

Alright, wait, wait.

What is this?

Did you know your wife did
legal for Mikhailo Kostenko?

Of course, I didn't bloody know.

June 97, we hadn't even met.

Kickbacks?

'So, it bloody seems.'

'The scoop of the day is the
PM's wife was on the legal team'

which gave bungs on behalf
of a Ukrainian gangster.

Shit.

What is it? What's going on?

I have never seen any
of these documents before.

I need the truth.

That is the truth!

Then what the fuck is this?

This deal was over 20 years ago.

I was barely even an associate!

I never met Kostenko. I just...

I didn't know anything
about kickbacks!

Please believe me.

I want to believe you, Rachel.

But maybe you can explain to me
why...

why you didn't think
it worth mentioning...

that Kostenko's name crops
up in your career history?

I mean, with his murky assassination
being all over the news lately,

and me -your husband-
being the Prime fucking Minister.

Because it was a deal from a long
time ago that I played a tiny part
in, and...

I didn't know there was
anything illegal about it

until you waved this
fucking smear in my face!

Because that's what this is, Robert.
A smear.

None of this... poison
proves I did anything wrong,

because I didn't.

But it's still poison.

..but Number Ten are yet to
comment on the alleged association

between Mrs Sutherland and
the recently deceased Ukrainian

businessman Mikhailo Kostenko.

Hello?

Mrs Sutherland,
I'm calling again from the Sun-

Look,
no comment.

And I've already blocked
your number three times.

So, please, just leave me alone!

My God. She's finally speechless.

The situation room have cleared
all but one of the trucks.

It's the one they flagged up
yesterday as having dodgy paperwork.

That's why it's proving
difficult to track down.

And the haulier doesn't even exist.

OK, let's get it found.

All forces nationwide
make this their priority.

Robert, we have
to talk about Rachel.

We need to discuss the way
through this-No, we don't, Anna.

People think they're
under nuclear attack.

We have to give them
some reassurance.

I know I pushed against this before,
but I...

I believe I was wrong.

I'll make a statement,
outside Downing Street.

I'll explain about Cyclamen,
and the fucking blueberries.

I'll make it clear that Dover
will open again immediately.

And the few vehicles that did get
through while the system was down

are all accounted for.
There is... no... danger.

Have they been?

Has what been?
The trucks. All accounted for.

All except one.

I'm prepared to take
a chance they will be,

because as far as I can see,
this is the least worst option.

I'm afraid I don't think it is.

If there's only one truck left
to find, we wait until it's found.

I know the-
the situation with Rachel

makes you want to show strength,

but I think you -all of us-
need to hold our nerve.

We have a COBRA now about the
disruption across the country.

Let's get all the facts
before we react.

When the vehicles are all accounted
for, then you make a statement.

With strength.

Shops are being cleared
of tinned goods.

Sales of fresh produce cratering.

Well, it takes the pressure
off the supply line.

And at least intelligence have
finally managed to change the
fuse in the Cyclamen scanners.

I'm sure the technicians at GCHQ
will be cheered by your support.

Eleven hospitals have admitted
patients for drinking antiseptic
and disinfectant.

Supermarket in Bradford.

The man shouting that all fruit
and vegetables are “nuclear poison”

and that he can make them safe.

Store was evacuated.

The liquid the man is spraying turns
out to be an iodine-based detergent.

We’re also seeing
aggressive mobs at ports.

Ports? Only Dover was shut.

Well, that's just it.
They're not at Dover.

It's the other ports -the open
ports- where we're seeing the mobs.

They're convinced that terrorists

are bringing in nuclear
God-knows-what.

Apologies for the interruption,
but you need to see this.

The final vehicle —the one we
couldn't find— it was deliberate.

Fake plates, fake papers.
They've found it.

Where is it, Fraser?

Beneath Waterloo.

It, um, it doesn't look good.

We've no idea how it got there.

It's in a sealed-off maintenance
area with no public access.

A military CBRN team are
going in to investigate.

We have a visual on suspect vehicle.

How did this truck just appear?

Didn't CCTV pick it up?

Whoever left the vehicle
took it out.

'Specialist, approach with caution.'

Alpha-wave radiation detected.

This is high.

'It's extremely high.'

'Radioactivity levels
are off the scale.'

We need to seal off Central London.

There's no way we
can do this quietly.

Do it then.

'Initiating breach
for video probe access.'

Cyclamen.

This is what it was all for,
isn't it?

To get that truck into the country.

That is now our working hypothesis.

'Inspection camera uplink ready.'

Please activate the feed.

'Zero visibility.
Switch to infra-red.'

'We're getting a visual.'

What is it?

'Adjust infra-red strength.'

What's he seeing?

'Standby.'

'The truck contains
what appears to be...'

'..a human body.'

'The body is the irradiating mass.'

Can't we just admit that
this is a clear message

that our security apparatus
is completely inadequate?

Get it out of there.

Make it safe.

I wanna know who it is.

And how it got there.

And I want to know if...

if this country needs
to be ready for war.

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