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- Now how long does it say we've got?!
- Five years.

- Bring me the flash drive.
- I haven't got it.

Renko took it. It's gone.

They cut her a deal.

If she can bring you down, then
her child stays out of prison.

So, what is taking so long?

There's nothing to suggest
that Hicks killed Butler.

He's sleeping with the man's wife.

I know we've never spoken
about it, because we can't,

but I do know what you did for us.

Tell me where it is,

or I'll have to let Daniel pass away.

Now, I don't care who you are.

You don't get to kill children.

There's no evidence
that Hicks killed Butler.

He's innocent.

Which Elaine is this?

My investigator, or Hicks'
loyal right hand man?

Elaine, I... I thought you knew.

Knew what, Charlie?

It was me.

I killed him.

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It's not true!

It's not!

I saw you, Alex!

I saw what you did.

In a video on that laptop
you just lied about.

Reflected in a mirror
in that horrible bedroom.

Look, we can't ever let
them find out about this.

Alex?

No-one can ever find out about this.

I know it went out of control...

but now it's over, I swear.

No more.

No more.

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Agh! Hand to God, it's true.

God doesn't want your hand.
He knows where it's been.

So why the wait?

I mean, I set you sniffing
around this one maybe a year ago.

Yeah, well, I can only do what
I can do. I'm not a magician.

No. People like magicians.

So?

- So, a mate of mine...
- What mate?

A mate. He's just done a stretch,

and he got talking to
one of the Nicholson lot.

The accountant. Felix.

The bloke hates coppers, and
I mean, like, pathamalogically.

- He hates coppers pathamalogically?
- Gosh.

So, they're having a laugh,

and they get talking about
coppers being killed on the job,

and he starts talking
about your boy, Butler.

Are you telling me you know who
pulled the trigger on DCI Butler?

I'm telling you, I know everything.

Right down to where you can
find the gun that killed him.

- How'd it go?
- Yeah. Good. Groovy.

- Hey!
- One word about this, ever, to anyone,

and no-one ever sees you again.

- Do you understand me?
- Yeah.

Do you understand me?

Yes.

You've pissed yourself.

I know.

Get out before you ruin my upholstery.

Morning, Dad.

Morning, sunshine.

- What?
- What?

Seriously, what have I done?

Nothing!

No, it's just that I
wanted to ask you a favour.

- Is it about cleaning my room or something?
- No!

Look, er, what it is,

it's my birthday coming
up in a couple of weeks,

and I've thought of
something that I'd like.

So, what do you want?

To adopt you.

Well, what do you think?

No sign of a body?

Nothing. No body. No eyewitnesses.

No CCTV.

Dog walkers? Joggers?

Nothing.

Are you all right, George?

What's up?

OK, I hope you girls have
nearly finished your breakfast

because we need to get
moving and I can't be late.

Anyone who wants a lift
to school this morning

has got two minutes to be ready.

Two minutes and I'm out the door!

Has everyone got everything?

Naomi, you've got violin practice today.

Good. Claire, you've got to
remember that permission slip.

What permission slip?

The permission slip your
mum's been reminding you of

every morning this week,
for the school trip.

I think I took it in already.

Mum told me to, so I did.

Morning!

Where was it?!

On the floor, by your bed.

If you don't take it in
today, you don't get to go.

- Where are they going?
- Globe Theatre.

Kill me now.

We'll have less of that, thank you!

Shakespeare, though.

She's got a point.

What she's got is an
incomplete education.

What's your excuse?

- Coming!
- Come on!

You're done. Get a move on!

Grace Morrigan?

Detective Chief
Superintendent Roland Bell.

We have a warrant to
search these premises.

- I'm sorry? For what?
- May we step inside, please?

How are you keeping?

Daniel, so, listen.

You don't need to worry about your dad.

That's all in hand.

And the woman that did this to you,

Charlie Hicks and I are going
to make that right today.

She'll never bother us again.

Now, there's something I need
you to understand before I go.

The way you thought things
were between me and you, Daniel,

it was never like that.

You were wrong.

But here's how it's
going to be from now on.

You will never hurt anyone
again, ever, for any reason.

Do you understand that?

Yes, Mum.

OK, good.

Now, rest and get better, all right?

All right, Keith.

The honour's yours. Nick her.

Shall I call someone? A lawyer?

No, don't call anyone.

The emergency contact?

No, don't call anyone.

Darling, honestly, I
don't know what's going on,

but someone, somewhere
has made an error.

I'll be home by tea-time, OK?

In the meantime, you
look after the girls.

You tell them not to worry, because
there's nothing to worry about.

And tell Claire to remember
that permission slip.

OK. Will do.

I love you.

I love you, too.

They'll be here pretty soon.

Yeah.

Are you ready for what comes next?

She tried to kill my son.

Of course I'm ready.

- Trish Leabourne. Benjamin Willis.
- Sarah Brooks.

Liam Mcllveney. Kamal Babra. And now...

Moira Gallagher.

Six suicides in just over seven weeks -

different ages, genders, races,

from different parts of the South East.

In each case, a handwritten
note was left on the dashboard,

weighed down by the pen that
was used to write the note.

In each case, no body's been found.

I think someone's out there killing
people who believe they want to die.

Well, it's a bit early
to assume that, innit?

- Not really. No.
- No? How come?

Because I've spoken to him.

Wait...

Where?

On a message board.

What kind of message board?

A suicide message board.

Well, how long have you been doing that?

What, weeks, months, what?

- It's a while.
- George...

Boss, this man is real,
and he's killing them.

This is him.

He signs his messages U+1F728.

It's used in computer programming.
Unicode. Denoting this symbol...

What is that? Sniper's scope?

Some sort of Nazi thing?

Yeah, both. Neither.

It's an alchemical symbol. Sonnenkreuz.

The Sun Cross. It's
the solar calendar,

the sun dies in midwinter,
gets reborn in spring.

So, yeah. Fascism. Neopaganism.

"Hard Sun".

Yeah, OK.

OK.

Yeah, I think you're right.

I think you've got something here.

Hey, what's going on?

That woman we just brought
in. It looks like it was her.

Her that what?

Killed DCI Butler.

Can I get you anything?

Tea? Coffee? Water?

Boss, boss, have you got a minute?

30 seconds.

Listen. I know you spent a lot of time

thinking that Alex's
death was down to me,

but you were wrong, and now you know it.

Well, if I hurt your feelings,
I honestly couldn't give a shite.

What I care about is, this is my house,

and Alex Butler was my boy,

and I'd like to know
what happened to him,

but I'm tacking close to the wind, here,

because that woman works
for the Security Services,

and whatever she did, we'll
never see a prosecution,

because that lot take care of their own.

They'll find her.

So we need her to cough
before MI5 pitch up.

Which means I need you to reel her in

and put the fear of God into her.

Land her, gut her and fillet her.

Boss? Can I borrow you a minute?

- What now?
- I know it's a big day,

but she's not going anywhere
for two minutes, is she?

George, I'm on the clock.

Just let me do this,
I'll be right with you.

There's a vulnerable woman
out there who needs our help.

Do you think this is how Alex
would want you to play it?

Well, we'll never know, will we, George?

What with him being dead and everything.

Morning.

I'm DCI Hicks.

This is my partner, DI Renko.

Now it says here that you have
declined the offer of a phone call.

In fact, you specifically instructed
your husband not to call a lawyer.

Why would that be, Grace?

Why wouldn't you want
anyone to know you were here?

Not even a lawyer?

Now, as I understand it,

you, er, you work for the government.

You're a civil servant in
the Ministry of Defence.

Well, does that mean
what I think it means?

I mean, God only knows
how they're going to react.

Your bosses, you know, to all of this.

I mean, for someone in your line
of work, that's got to be, er...

What's the word I'm
looking for, DI Renko?

Compromising.

Compromising. That's it.

For someone like you,

with the job that you do...

that's got to be very compromising.

I wonder if you can
tell me what this is.

Do you need some reading
glasses or something?

What you're not looking at

is a picture of a Beretta
9mm PX Storm SubCompact.

I can't help but wonder
what you're doing with it.

Ah, could be that it's not even yours.

Maybe it's your husband's.

Ben.

Isn't it?

Come on, Grace.

Help me out here.

I mean, we both... both have daughters.

Help me... to help them.

This is DCI Alex Butler.

He's a good friend of mine.

Or at least he was...

until someone shot him in the head.

They used the gun we found
hidden in your kitchen.

Well, I've got to say, I wish
I had your discipline.

Although God only knows, there are
things I've seen I wish I hadn't.

You see, the thing
is, it's not looking...

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All right, so here's how
it looks. You go off book,

earn yourself a few quid selling
intel to criminal organisations...

DCI Butler hears about it.

He doesn't tell anyone
he's investigating you,

cos, well, he's paranoid.

He knows who you work for.

He's got a right to be paranoid.

Because you kill him for it.

So what are your bosses going to
do when they find out about this?

What happens to a dirty spy who
can't be trusted to keep a secret?

You see, right now, here, you're safe.

But sooner or later, someone...

is going to call Security Services.

Now, the number's publicly available.

It's easily done.

Five minutes after that,

they take you away and
they make you disappear.

Gun to the base of the skull.

Now, they hate to be embarrassed,

the Security Services...

and they hate it when people
can't keep their secrets.

I mean, what if they
leaked something big?

Really big.

You've got ten minutes to
think about your confession,

or... we make that call...

and you take your chances with
the people that you betrayed.

All right, Elaine, look,
before you make the call...

All right, you have to know,
there was no doubt here.

You know they would've killed us.

They tried to kill Daniel,

and they will kill Grace.

Now, if they think she's selling
intelligence, they've got no choice.

What, and if we don't do it?

We take pity on her and let her go?

You know what she does, not just to us.

We've got an issue.

What kind of issue?

George.

We need to find him before
he does something stupid.

Stupider.

I've tried everything.

We're not going to find him
if he doesn't want to be found.

I can.

I can find him.

How?

I bugged his car.

Why would you do that?

Because she was placed on this unit

to investigate the
murder of Alex Butler,

so she bugged all of us.

- Bollocks.
- You're serious?!

Look. You can burn me as a
witch when George is home.

Aye, let's do that, yeah.

- I'll bring the matches and a party hat!
- All right, all right.

- Look, Elaine's right.
- Fine. Let's go.

Nah. No, no, no, no. I need
you here, running point.

Keith, Mishal, I need you
watching Grace Morrigan.

She doesn't leave until we're
good and ready. She doesn't move.

She doesn't speak to anyone,
anyone, unless I say so.

Is that clear?

Mari.

Sorry to intrude.

Do you mind if I step inside a moment?

Obviously, I can't go into detail.

I shouldn't really be telling
you anything at all. Not yet...

but I know how exhausting
it is, emotionally...

living with the uncertainty.

So in the matter of Alex's
death, your dad's death, Owen...

we have arrested a suspect.

Who?

I can't go into detail.

Is it someone we know?

No.

No, from what we know, it looks
like Alex was investigating...

well, a corrupt civil servant.

What... What does that mean?

The long and the short of it
is, he died in the line of duty.

Your dad died a hero,
Owen. That's why I'm here.

Everything else is just details.

It won't make things easier

in the days and the months
and the years to come,

living without him...

but your dad died a hero...

and I think it's a fine thing

for a young man to be
proud of his father.

I'm sorry. I know, I know,
it's a pain in the neck -

but Grace is one of our own, you see,

and we're very keen to find her.

I don't suppose you know
where she's gone, do you?

George?

Are you ready?

Do you believe it?

The stories about the sun?

I don't.

The sun is life.

You can actually feel it.

Can I ask you a question?

Please do.

What happens to me?

After?

What happens to my... remains?

There's no need to be afraid, George.

I only want you to be happy.

I'd just like to know before I commit.

Well, look at us.

Here we are.

Surely you've already committed.

What kind of man are you, George?

A sad man?

A lonely man?

A policeman?

Nah.

Herbie?

No, we're too late.

The car's here. No sign of George.

Boss.

Oh, shit.

Go!

The car is registered
to a Herbert West...

but he died four years ago.

Right, what's the dead
man's last known address?

Borely House, listed as abandoned,

last used by some religious commune.

I'll send you the details.

Hey.

Look, I know we need to talk,
but I can't speak right now.

Well, I don't need you to
speak. I need you to listen.

Oh, well, that doesn't sound promising.

I know you lied to me.

What about?

Roland Bell came round.

Is it true?

Did they arrest someone
for killing Alex?

Someone else?

All right, listen. He shouldn't
have come round. All right? Not yet.

Did you lie to me?

To get me into bed?

Because if you did...

All right, we are not having
this conversation on the phone.

We'll talk later.

What kind of man does that make you?

All right, not another
word. Not to anyone.

Not until we have spoken.

Or what? You'll shoot me?

All right. That's enough, all right?

- You need to calm down.
- No, don't you...

Don't you tell me what I need to do.

All right, listen,
look, if we can talk...

Gah!

Mari?

Yeah.

She pissed off?

Yeah.

Cos she thinks you
didn't kill her husband.

Yeah.

Mate, it's always the way.

The place looks deserted.

Wait.

All right. Shit.

What is that?

Moira?

Are you all right?

What happened?

Is she drugged?

It's not that. I don't think it's that.

Shit! Elaine!

Wait, it's them.

They're here.

They're all here!

How many victims were there?

Six.

There's seven in the room.

There must be another way!

Why would you do this, George?

They're alive!

Isn't that better?

Despair is irrational.

A dysfunction of your brain,
and it's so easy...

to correct.

I'm about to perform a procedure
called a... a transorbital lobotomy.

There's no pain. No blood...

but your unhappiness...

will just...

evaporate.

You're going to love it.

Don't be afraid.

Put it down.

I'm dying.

Big deal.

Put it down.

But it's sad, though, isn't it?

How you only really appreciate
the value of something

when it's about to be lost.

Put it down, now.

Life is so wonderful.

I'm really going to miss it.

- No!
- No!

Oh...

You are just...

horrible.

I'd like a moment with the suspect.

Please.

Mishal. What's going on?

The boss killed the cameras,
threw us out the room.

He's speaking to the suspect alone.

No, no, no, no, no.

She cannot leave the building,

whatever happens, she has
to stay in the building!

Is that clear?!

Right, got that.

Grace is pulling something.

Make the call.

Charlie Hicks killed DCI Butler.

I can establish that
for you very quickly...

and that's what you
want, really, isn't it?

Hicks... on a plate.

I have important information

on the whereabouts of
your missing field agent.

Uses the name "Grace Morrigan".

She's being held at
Lethe Road police station,

on suspicion of selling
sensitive information.

And what you don't know...

is that Hicks is killing me, too.

They're seeing to it that
MI5 has no other choice.

What's happening to me, this second...

this is a murder.

Mm?

Mm.

They found her.

Lucky old you.

You're not listening.

Oh...

I'm listening...

but what I'm not doing is believing you.

You want out of here,

you've got to give me more
than hints and allegations.

No.

No.

You keep me here, you make
yourself an accessory to murder...

or you get me to a safe house...

and let me deliver
Hicks to you on a platter.

I can give you Elaine
Renko's head, too...

if you'd like that.

Boss?

Step aside, DS Ali.

Listen, I can't talk
right now, sunshine.

I'm not your sunshine.

Hailey? Are you all right?

You said you loved us!

I do love you.

I love you very much, why?
Why, what's happened?

Hailey, talk to me. What's
happened? What... What have I done?

You know what! You liar!

All right, listen, put
your mum on the phone.

I hope you die!

Hailey! Please!

I spoke to Mari.

All right, Simone, listen...

Don't you come back here, Charlie.

I don't care where you go.

Don't come back here.

Listen to me, Simone.

Simone, listen!

Listen, Simone!

Shit...

Boss!

- Boss? What are you doing?
- We'll discuss this later.

No. We'll discuss this now.

Stand aside, DCI Hicks.

Look, she killed Alex!
You're going to let her go?

I think we all know who
killed Alex, Charlie.

I told you to say nothing.

- If you let this woman go...
- What?

It doesn't end well for you?

No, for all of us.

Trust me.

No-one trusts you, Charlie.

Why should I be the first?

Boss!

You need to stop.

No...

DCS Bell.

This is a warrant mandating
this woman's immediate release

into our custody.

If you do not comply with this mandate,

you may be subject to
a disciplinary hearing

that may result in your prosecution
under the Official Secrets Act.

Now uncuff her and stand back.

Officer down, we need assistance now!

All right, Grace.

That's enough.

So, what's the plan now?

This is the plan.

Police think you're a
spy who's been compromised

and disappeared into a new identity.

MI5...

just think that you're dirty...

and that you ran.

That's actually not bad.

You should've stayed away from my son.

I couldn't, Elaine.

You know I have a family, too.

We'll make sure they're
well looked after.

You actually mean that, don't you?

Yeah, of course I do.

This isn't their fault.

You think you're a good man, Charlie...

but you're not.

You're a moral abomination.

Well, I'll live with it.

Do you see what he's turned you into?

No.

That was your doing.

Are you ready?

Can I... Can I... Can I...
Please, can I have a moment?

Oh, not yet...

I thought we had more time.

Yeah, well, we always do.

They lied to me, Charlie.

They lied.

It's already here.

Daniel...

I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

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