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- Danny Lyons.
- His mum found him. Killed himself.

What? He puts three people
in the hospital,

but we're bullying him?

- I want to deliver it myself.
- That's not possible.

It's his birthday, and you can't see him,

cos you've split up with your wife.

She's sleeping with a billionaire banker.

They've hired lawyers to cut me out.

Danny's mum she needs to be
endorsing our campaign in two hours.

Get her on video conference. Record it.

- You don't care how I do it?
- No.

In two weeks' time,
the Herald will become a free paper.

- Holly?
- I want to write about the Post.

The piece would expose all of it,

how they operate
and, at the centre of it,

that horrific man. He even has
a safe where he keeps stories.

- Did you see it?
- Yeah, he gave me something from it.

- What was the story?
- All it said was "Resonance".

Remember that man who came forward,
said he worked for MI5?

What was the name of the programme
he told you about?

Resonance.

Are you having a good time?

You're... you're right in London.

Are you doing stuff with Mum?

Fred?

My friends aren't here, so...

Well, couldn't they visit?

Look, we're OK.

I beg your pardon?

You don't need to stay.

I'm just enjoying my garden.

Max's garden.

Nine minutes.

Look, you get to speak to Fred
whenever you want.

I get two hours.

If you want to waste your time
with your son arguing with me,

shall we not do it in front of him?

Fine.

I'll just be back in a second.

Love you.

You too.

What are you doing to me?
What's this about?

That was about keeping my son safe.

I've never hit him. Never been rude.

- Never been rude?
- To him!

You should count yourself lucky.

Max said I could stop you
seeing Fred entirely.

Yeah, but Max is a dick.

You're jealous because
he's a self-made billionaire...

- Self-made? I don't think so.
- ..and you're a grubby rumour-monger.

You used to boast to your friends
about what I do.

Yeah, well, I woke up.

You said he was out.

You made me uncomfortable.

Seven minutes.

You all right? Hi. THEY KISS

Oh, well, not my politics, really,

but it's very readable, and it's free.

HE LAUGHS Isn't that clever?

Max Klein. Hi.

I'll put a photographer on you
24 hours a day.

Oh, here we go.

I've got people spending millions
trying to scandalise me,

but it never works. Do you know why?

He's clean.

No drugs or alcohol.

Slept around, but he's open about
that. No secrets.

Unlike some people.

I told him we're going to stop him
from seeing Fred.

Have you? Good.

You won't.

Well, we'll see.

Either way,
say goodbye to him properly now.

Dad, what's going on?

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Resonance was approved by
the Government at the highest level.

It means if a device is connected
to the internet

and has a microphone, we can listen.

And if it's got a camera, we can see,

so...

It's all mobile phones.

It's devices in your home
listening for key words,

laptops or smart TVs.

TVs?

You can see right into my living room?

And you wouldn't know.

We listen to thousands of devices
at any one time for key words.

So if we suspect a terrorist cell
in Birmingham, for instance,

we can monitor 10,
20,000 people in that area.

And how many times has it been used?

24 hours a day,

different regions,

for the past five months.

14th August 2018.
Does that date mean anything to you?

Yeah.

That's when permission was given
for its wider use.

Any results?

Yeah, I would imagine so. I mean,
there's no doubt it's very valuable

to stop a terrorist attack.

Right.

But, obviously, that's not the point.

- And the evidence I've seen...
- It's a fraction of what I've got.

I mean, details of the whole thing.

Emails that refer to the Prime Minister

specifically approving the project.

Have you got a family, Jon?
A relationship?

My parents, yeah.

A boyfriend.

What's your boyfriend's name?

Andrew.

Um... why?

You're breaching the Official
Secrets Act. You could go to prison.

To avoid that, you'll probably have
to leave the country.

You won't see Andrew or your parents
for a very long time.

You really believe this is worth it?

If we allow this to carry on,
it's the end of our freedom.

It's the complete end of society
as we know it.

Thank you.

I'm supposed to be at work tomorrow
afternoon, so if you don't run it...

Of course.
We'll let you know in the morning.

In the meantime, we'll
keep someone outside.

- They won't let anyone in this room.
- OK. Well, thanks.

Bye.

Bye.

You definitely took the batteries out?

Yeah. And before we started,
I unplugged everything in the room,

and we're both using air-gap
computers, like you specified.

Don't worry. I promise we're doing
everything we can to protect you.

Thanks.

You OK?

- What?
- Everything all right?

Yeah.

_

Resonance.

So, I asked every contact but, um,
none of them know anything, so...

...I thought maybe we could go back
to your source?

Daniel Marshall, was that him?

He was so drunk, he won't
even remember giving it to me

and I don't want to remind him.

- Right.
- So you haven't got anything?

- Um, not yet, but I, um...
- What?

Out of time. Forget about it.
I'll find someone else.

- I'm doing my best.
- That's the problem.

Go back to show biz. Speak to Angie.
She'll find something for you.

Go on.

_

Duncan?

There's a chunk missing.

Hi.

A slice of our readership
has disappeared.

Well, your competitor suddenly
decided to give their paper away.

- We take a dip, that's market forces.
- That sounds complacent.

We cost 50p.

The Herald is now free.

Do you want a graph to understand
what happens as a result?

I'm not a fan of banter.

Anyway, I'm not here about that.

The Herald has got something.

Now, I can't tell you what it is,

but it compromises national security.

Now, I'm a fan of national security
but, more than that,

I prefer that my paper's
getting the attention.

We've got a piece coming up
about child refugees.

No, no. On this occasion, I want you to
do more than compete.

- What do you want?
- Stop them printing it.

I'm told they won't run it today
but quite possibly tomorrow.

- So you haven't got long.
- How do you expect me to do that?

You're always boasting about
your dark arts. Use them.

One of the reporters on the team
is Holly Evans.

I'm told that you and Evans have had
deep-and-meaningfuls.

I don't know whether that means
tiddlywinks or sex,

but, either way,
you have some kind of influence.

- Yes?
- Actually, no.

I'm asking a favour,
and you're wriggling. Why?

What's the story?

It'll have come up in D-notice.
Raz can tell you.

D-notice is confidential.

Like that's ever stopped you.

It involves a confidential
MI5 programme called Resonance.

- Resonance?
- Yeah.

And someone at MI5 has blown the whistle.

And Holly Evans is writing it?

People are scared. After recent
attacks, they'd be happy

with the Government watching them at home

if they knew that they'd
be safe on the streets.

We have to make them understand
if everything you do

can be utilised by the Government

or any business or agency
that they choose to share it with,

then there's no freedom of speech,
there's no democracy.

The Government are only scanning it
for credible terrorist threats,

- not interested in using it generally.
- How do you know?

The fact they referred
it to such a high level.

What, you just want to trust them?

This is what we always
suspect they're doing.

At least with this, we know for sure.

We can't be intimidated by politicians
and the intelligence services.

It's in their interests to cover this up.

The D-notice committee have issued
a "do not publish" on this.

I mean, that's a serious
consideration. It's extremely rare

- to ignore that.
- Holly? Holly, are you with us?

Legally, the D-notice
doesn't mean anything.

It's part of the responsibility
of the press.

We have a responsibility
to let people know the truth.

If they wanted it secret, they
should have done it legally.

Want to chip in?

They did. They have discretionary power.

- There should be more scrutiny.
- I'm telling you,

as someone who has children,

I am uneasy about anything
that makes them less safe.

What, anything at all?
Isn't there a line?

James, can you say something,
please? This is your story.

You've been working on it for a month.

I don't think we should.

- Should what?
- Run it.

What? You found him,
got him to talk to us.

But now I've got the facts,
like Peter says,

I'm not convinced it's justified.

If the issue is oversight, then maybe
I should find a story about that.

- You don't have another story.
- If the capability becomes public,

it will render the technology useless.

Well, they'll find something else.

You have to trust the experts.

Brooks himself said it would
have made a difference.

I honestly don't know what you're saying.

My 19-year-old cousin Beth
was in Eaton Place

when the bomb went off, so writing
this will be very difficult for me.

OK. Well, I'm sorry that this is personal

but you've worked really hard on
this, James.

If you believe in it, then you do it.

OK. Holly, are you willing to take
this on? I know you're busy

- with the Duncan Allen article.
- Yeah. No, it's fine.

- No problem. I'll take it on.
- Get the background watertight,

and make arrangements for Brooks
for tomorrow.

Flight, receptions at the other end.

And I'll let you know in the morning
if we're on.

Probably worth checking with Imogen again

to make sure legal are across this...

- Hello.
- You want to talk?

Let's talk.

Thief.

What?

You're reporting Resonance.

- How do you know that?
- I'm psychic.

Actually, it's James Edwards' story.

But where did he get it from?

He was approached by a source
two months ago.

So, nothing to do with you, then?

Actually, no.

Even if it was, I thought that
stealing stories was fair game.

Hmm. Walter Smith.

Yeah.

Gave you your first job on
a national paper.

Became your mentor.
You did a reading at his funeral.

Are you making a point...

...arranging to meet here...

...the journalists' church?

It's the one place you can be pretty
sure there won't be any journalists.

Look, I realise that things didn't
work out for you at The Post.

I respect that you tried,
so I'm going to do you a favour.

Don't run it.

Resonance. It's a mistake.

And you've made enough of those already.

Why not?

Trust me, there's a good reason that
that programme's in operation.

- Trust you?
- And a good reason it's confidential.

You didn't know what it was
a few weeks ago.

I'm not sure you know what it is now.

You've been issued a D-notice warning,

and I guarantee the
public won't thank you

for compromising their security

- at this moment.
- You just here to help?

- As a colleague.
- So this is your caring side?

How are you?

Fine.

Good.

Yeah.

Good.

How's your son?

You mentioned before that you were
struggling to see him.

They're bringing lawyers in.

They want to stop my access.

How are you sleeping?

A lot of questions.

Are you worried about something?

Precarious position at the top,
so I've heard.

Lonely.

The fear that it might all
just disappear in an instant.

If you make a mistake,
if you fall out of favour...

Why do I feel like I'm being interviewed?

Didn't you wonder why
I wanted to speak to you?

You're on the record.

What are you doing?

You're my next story.

I gave you advice. I'm trying to help.

Well, we're running Resonance.

- Amina's agreed?
- She will.

- Stop it.
- What you do, how you work,

how your personal life contrasts
with the editorials you write.

Your tax arrangements.
How you treated your ex-wife.

- Write what you like.
- The new woman in your life.

How much did she cost, by the way?

No-one gives a shit about that.

I decide what readers are interested
in. They have no idea.

You said that two years ago in a talk.

You decided that Danny Lyons
was interesting.

Drove him to kill himself. Well,
this is my payback on his behalf.

We're running it any minute now.

- Any comment?
- Yeah.

Here's my comment.

I dare you.

Hi. This is Sarah.
Please leave a message.

Just to say I'm headed home.
We're getting there with Resonance.

Do you need anything?

No. No, you get home.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

I haven't seen you in a while.

True.

You got let off that Geoff Newman story?

And I can't believe you stole
Joshua West from Holly.

Turns out you're a bit of a shit,
really, aren't you?

You know, I was doing better
before you came over.

- Drowning your sorrows?
- Just having a drink.

You don't look happy. What's the problem?

Why are you interested?

Cos I'm interested.

- The problem's work.
- Then you're very lucky.

- How?
- You're not at work.

Excuse me.

What are you drinking, whisky and Coke?

Yeah.

Whisky and Coke, please,
and another glass of wine.

I thought you said I was a shit.

Yeah.

Well, benefit of the doubt.

Freddie's gone to bed.

I need to talk to you.

- No.
- Please. It's raining.

Don't move till you've stopped dripping.

What?

Go on, I'm busy.
The gin won't drink itself.

It'll probably be fine.

They might print it tomorrow, this week,

but there's going to be a story
in the Herald, a takedown piece.

It'll describe me as a bully.

How I work, what I've done.

And it may talk about you...

...and Krystyna.

Krystyna's your whore?

Once it's in print,
I'm sure it'll be picked up.

TV. Internet.

- So I wanted to warn you.
- No. You don't care about me.

I wanted to warn Fred.

Right.

Because he might get bullied
if his friends see it?

Yeah.

He'll defend his dad,
only to find out it was true.

Yeah.

So, if you could tell him
when he wakes up...

No, it's fine. Fred!

You said he was asleep.

I said he'd gone to bed.
I doubt he's sleeping.

And this is important, right?

Fred, can you come down, please?

Your father's got something to tell you.

Now I'm free of you, I can't
understand why I stayed for so long.

We were happy.

At first.

Then what?

I got too much trouble?

No.

You got bored?

I got shallow.

- Come here.
- Oh...

Fred, sweetheart, your dad's called
round to tell you something.

There's going to be a story about me.

It might come out in the next few days.

It'll say some pretty horrible things.

Er... that I'm a bully,

maybe, and that I've got
a new girlfriend,

and I pay her to be my girlfriend.

So I wanted to let you know

in case someone mentions it,
your friends or whatever.

Sorry.

It'll all be forgotten the next day.

Is it true?

It's grown-up stuff.

- I don't think...
- Duncan.

Yes, it's...

...it's true.

You all right, though?

I'll see you soon.

This is exactly what we need,

and I guarantee our lawyers
are much better than yours.

Praise be you'll never see him again.

I was there with a recently divorced CEO,

just as his companion for the evening.

He kept on forgetting my name.

Duncan noticed.

So we ended up at the bar talking,
and came to an arrangement.

- What do you make of him?
- What do you mean?

What's he like?

- I'm sure you know what he's like.
- I've seen him at work,

but what's he like personally,
you know, off duty?

Why did you agree to meet me?

Must have had something
that you wanted to say.

You told me that you knew all about us.

That you were going to run a story
about him and about me.

Yeah.

I thought you could shed some light

on the sort of man he is
behind the scenes.

Will you mention my name?

No.

But people will want to know who I am.

They will be after me.
Maybe they'll take some pictures

which then they will publish.

Maybe.

Why are you writing this?

What he does in his own home
with his own money, it's up to him.

Cos it's the truth.

Lots of things are true.

He's written editorials specifically
criticising the exact behaviour...

No. You want to hurt him.

I can see it now.

You're not hiding it well.

You hate him.

Why?

A 17-year-old boy called Danny Lyons
killed himself

because Duncan made a front page
calling him a monster.

Duncan persecuted that boy
into his grave.

I tried to call you.

When this comes out,
they will want to know everything.

All my friends will know, my parents...

Just... keep a low profile for a while.

And don't talk to anyone.

And it'll pass.

I don't think so.

So...

...what are you going to do?

I'm... I'm sorry,

but I'm going to need to be able to...

...say that this was a mistake.

And that it's over.

Also, er, my son... It's not a
good time for scandal, so...

So, I'm sorry, but...

...we have to stop.

- Yes.
- No, but I thought...

I thought...

...maybe if I didn't pay you...

If I could say
you were just my girlfriend,

then maybe that could work.

I mean, it's almost like that anyway.

Right?

I mean, this has moved on...

...from what it was...

It's... It's not about the money
any more...

...really.

Is it?

At least I can feel good about one thing.

I'm really good at my job.

- Yeah, bye!
- See you later.

They think I'm a traitor.

What, because I'm from the Post?

Er, no, we've all got mates at the Post.

It's because of what you did.

Er... Geoff Newman, Josh West...

Sorry if you didn't realise it,
but your rep, my friend, is bad.

Then why are you still talking to me?

I'm hoping to sleep with you,
then steal the story.

I've become a deputy editor
at the new Free Herald.

I'm looking for someone who knows

how to grab the attention of our readers

and I don't think you're all bad.

Right.

So what you working on at the moment?

I don't trust you that much.
Not yet. Excuse me.

_

That was good.

- What?
- My wee. Another drink?

You know, actually, I better go.

What?

Stuff to do.

Early start.

- OK.
- But... I'll see you, yeah?

Er, thanks for the drinks. Mwah.

Sorry I'm late. I had another meeting.

No problem.

Jon?

Jon, it's Holly.

Is he asleep?

Where did you get that sandwich?

Mm, from the shop round the corner.

Who covered?

Oh, shit.

OK, I got it. It's cold.

- See you.
- Bye.

I'll see you later.

No. Jon. Did you get my note?

I'll walk with you. You were
supposed to visit last night.

James said you'd be there at eight
o'clock and then you didn't turn up.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

- I was working on something else.
- Oh, something more important?

- No, no, no, I...
- Thought this was your story.

Why, what else are you doing?

James called and told me he thought
it shouldn't be published.

If he thinks that, everyone will.

I'll be giving up my life for no reason.

- That's not true.
- Do you know how important this is?

I thought, if nobody else gives a
shit anyway, then why should I?

Our team cares, Amina cares,

and I am sorry I was late.

But I'm absolutely serious that,

in the whole time I've
been at the Herald,

there has never been a story
as important as this.

Please, Jon.

_

It's good.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

Yeah, get a series of articles
on the background.

Who she is, her family,
where they are now.

- Mate.
- What?

Oh, the Ghost of Christmas Future.

Morning.

- Just about to have a confere...
- Walk with me.

Get Brooks out of the country
immediately. Is he ready to go?

- Yeah. He's just waiting on us.
- And it's written?

- Most of it.
- It's really good.

What about the Duncan Allen Post stuff?

We'll, er, link it all together,

that he knew about the story
but covered it up.

Leona, you're thinking
how we'll present it?

Yeah.

- This is not going to be easy.
- It's the right decision.

- I agree.
- Let's get on with it.

We'll do a reduced staff
at conference this morning.

Keep this quiet till he's away.
All right?

- Sure.
- Yup.

Sure.

The Herald is still intending to publish.

There's honestly nothing I can do.

Oh.

That may be the first excuse
I've ever heard you give.

It's not my job to shut down stories
in other newspapers.

And now principle! Fascinating!

These qualities I never knew you had.

So when you say
there's nothing you can do...

...you mean there's nothing you
want to do.

Now, I don't like the Herald.

And, yes, national security is important.

But, frankly, I think the story
is a disgrace.

Mostly, I'm very keen
for various business reasons

that our Prime Minister is re-elected,

and agreeing to spying on his own
people isn't a good look.

He's asked me to stop it,
I'm keen to oblige.

But, so far, you've failed.

On top of that, sales are declining.

- Not my fault.
- I'm thinking maybe you're in decline.

God, look at this city.

Isn't it something?

- It's a mess.
- Well, life's a mess.

In the spirit of offering you a carrot...

...as well as showing you the stick,
here's the choice.

You fail to stop them printing it,

and I'll conclude you're no longer
a good fit for the Post.

Or...

...get this done,

and you'll be managing editor
of the entire news division.

World News Live, the Post, the Sunday,

new online projects
you don't even know about.

Along with that would come
a very big salary,

enough to do whatever you wanted.

New flat, car...

...the very best divorce lawyers.

- You know about that.
- I'm friends with Max Klein's father.

- Max is a prick.
- Yes, certainly.

Well, even his father thinks it,
which could be useful.

You want your son back from
his clutches, it makes sense.

Do something about the Herald...

...and this could be the start of
a beautiful new chapter.

Or... do nothing...

...and find your things on the step.

Oh!

This would be your office,

if you want it.

The master of all you survey.

Duncan.

- Not now.
- Please.

- Leave me alone. Seriously.
- But it's about Resonance.

Yeah, we need a car to pick him up
in an hour.

I'm going to send the location
to you in a separate e-mail.

Everything's set up in Ecuador.
You've spoken to Justin?

Bye.

Yeah?

_

You said there was something
I should know.

I've been offered a promotion by Emmerson

to be the editor of
the entire news division.

But I'll only get it if I stop
your story on Resonance.

He wants to protect the PM.

Right.

Sounds like the opposite
of journalism to me.

And he's offered to back me with lawyers

so I can fight for custody of my son.

And, look, you can write
whatever you want about me,

but I can't fight for Freddie
without proper money.

- You expect me to feel sorry for you?
- No, not at all.

I just want to explain the context
of what I'm about to do.

I know where Brooks is.

At the Longworth Hotel.

In Marylebone. Room 503.

And I'm ready to tell the police.

If you agree not to run the story...

...then I'll let you put him on a plane

and get him out of the country,
as I assume you're about to.

Otherwise, I'll make a call
and he'll be arrested in minutes

under the Official Secrets Act,
and he will get a prison sentence.

You're not really supposed to
use your phone in church.

Are you there, yet? Have you got him?

How long?

Call me when you've got him.

He won't be quick enough.

So what do you think?

Walter Smith thought you were

the most promising
journalist he'd ever met.

When you first started out,
you wrote pieces that tore strips

off the Establishment.

You were passionate, funny, and...

...true. And then you built up this
reputation that you don't give a shit,

but, actually, I think that, really,

you're still a journalist.

Walter Smith...

...used to start drinking
at 11 o'clock in the morning...

...and stop at dawn.

Cheated on every one of his three wives.

We all had to cover for him.

What happens if we run it?

What happens if you fail to do
what Emmerson wants?

- He fires me.
- So there's an option, isn't there?

Go down in flames.

Run a story that you want to run
and resign. Do something else.

Your reputation will be enhanced

and you can tell your son
that you did the right thing.

You want to have a relationship with
him, give him summat to like.

I'm going to go now.

And trust that you'll let Jon Brooks

get in our car and fly out
of the country,

and leave us to run this piece.

And I hope that,
underneath this whole pretence,

you actually still believe in
our profession.

You leave, he goes to prison.

No.

No, I don't think he will.

Yeah?

The Herald are here. About to head out.

What do you want me to do?

They're moving Brooks.

What should I do?

_

Thanks for everything.

Yes. Please.

You got that photo of the refugee girl?

- Mm-hm.
- We're going to lead on that,

and how little this government is
doing given the scale of the crisis.

- Are you sure? That's not...
- Not what?

Not the usual take on that, is it?

Emmerson tends to want a harder line.

I don't care what he wants.
That's what we're doing.

No problem.

Lucy!

If you hear anything from Emmerson,
tell him I'm not here.

If he comes down...?

Warn me... and get me a cardboard box.

You mean... to hide in?

- What?
- From Emmerson?

No. For my stuff, from my office.

Your stuff? So are you...?

I'm having a clear-out.

Right.

He's on the plane. Taken off.

- Good.
- It's all ready to go.

I haven't written the Duncan Allen story.

- Why not?
- It didn't work out.

But I thought...
You don't want... What do you mean?

I focused on Resonance.

Adding Duncan Allen to the mix,
that would just make it look cheap.

I agree.

Hi, Fred. You OK?

Dad.

They won't let me speak to you.

You mean Mum?

Max.

He took my phone away
just in case you tried to call me.

- Then how come...?
- He's out,

and I found out where he put it.

I hate him.

I told Mum, but she said to shut up.

Dad, I don't want her to be happy.

- Fred!
- I hate it here.

I hate him.

It's OK, Fred. It's OK, it's all right.

- But...
- Yeah, but it's not.

Dad.

I heard them talking about us moving...

...to America.

I am going sort it out.

Just leave it to me.

Trust me. Yeah?

I will sort this out...

...then I'll come and get you, OK?

I promise.

OK.

Bye, Fred.

Bye, Dad.

Love you.

Change of plan.

Yeah.

Hi, it's Tom Crispin from World News
Live.

- Is that Holly Evans?
- Yeah.

Yeah, we'd like to interview you
regarding this morning's Post.

Amina. Have you seen it?

No. They said the Post.

What's going on?

We've sent a car.

Pack a bag, we'll get you
here, then we'll make a plan.

James is calling for you now.

This is going to get worse
as today goes on

and I'd rather we get you out the way.

Right. Bye.

- Yeah?
- It's me. Can I come in?

Everyone's here looking at me.

You're famous.

Jesus.

_

Hey. It'll be all right.

You got a back door?

The fire escape.

Why did you come?

They could have sent anyone.

You said running it was a mistake.

I thought you'd want to see
a friendly face.

- You don't deserve this.
- Thanks.

- Mr Emmerson. Me too.
- Glad you made it.

Congratulations.
It's time to get you the best.

This came for you.

Mmm.

What's that?

Hi.

When I went to pay for my cab last night,

I found the cards in my purse had
been put back in a different order.

I didn't think much about it,
but, then, somehow,

the Post found Jon Brooks,

and I realised that one of those
cards was a key to his room.

I left my purse... on the table,
with you?

In the pub?

You looked through my bag!

Don't deny it.

OK.

That's the sort of journalist
you want to be?

- I get the story.
- You cheat.

There aren't any rules.

Not any more. Just get the story
and get it out there.

You really believe that?

- Yeah.
- That's a shame.

Because Holly told me you originally
wanted to work at the Herald.

She said your parents
were Herald readers,

and, for a long time, you couldn't
bear to tell them where you worked.

I went for a drink with you last night

because I thought that maybe
you were really one of us,

but had got caught up on the wrong side.

At least now I know.

You like the Post.

You like cheating.

No lines you won't cross.

You're one of them.

- I want to do well.
- Fine.

Now I know.

And everyone else will, too.

Ed Washburn. Not to be trusted.

Bye.

Edward! Thanks for
the last couple of days.

You are quite a talent.

Have you met Mr Emmerson before?

No.

This is one of our best.

Mr Emmerson is a big fan of
proper journalists.

I give Edward a lot of stick,

but he might just turn into
the real thing one day.

I'll keep my eye out.

Maybe... Maybe we could give you
something a little better.

You know? You interested? Better pay?

Bit more choice over what you cover?

Here.

What?

I want to stop.

Quit. Now.

Big mistake.

Career-ending.

Hand it in at the desk, not to me.

Don't come back.

We have to remove you from the situation.

- I've got a better idea.
- Holly, this is not about you.

Exactly. Here.

I'd do it myself.

He is a proven editor
with bite.

A hard-bitten journalist
with business acumen,

and a keen sense of
what the people are after.

I have no hesitation and enormous
pleasure

in introducing our new editor-in-chief
of the news division,

Duncan Allen.

My name is Holly Evans.

I'm a reporter working for the Herald.

I have 15 years' experience
in journalism.

Today, the Post,
and specifically Duncan Allen,

put my photograph on the front page

and called me an "enemy of the people".

I want to give you some context to that.

There's a piece in the Herald today
that I wrote

about a man called Jon Brooks.

News is not comfortable.

It's not always telling us stories
we want to hear.

But that reflects real life.

Taking on this role is a privilege,
and a responsibility.

And you can see that responsibility
in today's edition.

Holly Evans's story in the Herald
is a disgrace.

It flies in the face
of all official advice

and it makes every single person
in this country

more vulnerable.

Jon Brooks discovered

that the Government has the power
to spy on you.

Right now.

Through any phone, any device,
any... television.

They don't ask permission,
they just do it.

That means any conversation,
even in your own home,

is potentially being listened to,
right now.

Starting in this new position
at Worldwide News,

I'm not going to promise you
that we'll always get it right.

I'm not even going to promise Mr Emmerson

that we'll make the most money.

But I will promise you two things.

You'll read how I've compromised
the fight against terrorism,

but if we don't have freedom of
speech, freedom of thought,

and privacy when we need it,

then the fight for our society
is already over.

The terrorists have won.

It will be entertaining.

I just ask that before you
jump to a conclusion, a judgment,

that you read the facts.

Jon Brooks has given up
his entire life for this.

And it will be true.

And leading from his example,

I'm not sorry about this story.

I'm actually far more determined.

So we'll just keep doing what we do.

I won't give up.

That all right?

It's perfect.

My name is Holly Evans.

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