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'The government has been threatened
with an act of extreme violence

targeted at 10 Downing Street.'

Damocles was developed
as part of the Saladin programme.

We have to get what Nate knows
on record.

Listen to me.
Ellie wants to help you.

You brought them here. They got
into your phone, you stupid bitch.

Death merchant!

We believe
these are the parties responsible.

- Special bloody Forces?
- And he
is the father of Polly Wright.

He was a bloody fool to make it
- public.
- But a new Prime Minister

could take a firm position
that Saladin is an imperative asset.

Against my explicit directive,

Condor Aerotech
paid the fucking ransom.

A thumb drive was delivered
to our embassy in Shirasia.

For all Samir's promises, these
are plans for a fresh campaign.

I will not be forced
to choose between you or the job.

You cannot stare down everything
we're facing

and just say,
"Fuck it, let's dance."

You told me your son was killed
in a live-fire training exercise.

It was a Condor tank, wasn't it?
Get out of my office.

Something's really
filed your teeth right down.

Hard to snarl with a gobful
of fucking stumps, isn't it?

Argh!

Cry for help, try anything brave,
I shoot you in the head, understand?

Sit.

Sit down.

What do you want?
- Sit.
- What do you want?

You lost your boy. Dundrennan.

Is that why you aimed there?

Salt in the wound?
Salt in the wound?

Foreign Secretary
approves arms sales.

Condor Aerotech arms sales.

Is that how you honour him?

Don't... touch that.

How dare you talk to me
about honour.

You steal, threaten, extort...

I don't give a shit about the money.

Do you want it back? Huh?

Go on, take it.

We didn't pay you.

Never intended to.

It was Condor. Behind our back.

Who even runs this fucking country?

If it isn't the money...
what do you want?

I tried to tell you, in your
gleaming chariot, by the memorial.

Your pamphlets?

Against weapon sales?

But you're a mercenary.

I took
whatever work I could after...

It isn't hard
for a man to lose his way.

Out in the Peninsula, we were hired
to train the Shirasians.

Condor artillery.

I saw the war crimes
your government shrugs off.

For convenience.

But you're not stupid, sergeant.

You know how the wheels turn.
Oh, I do.

See, when I was a boy,
my old man took me to the memorial.

Taught me what it stood for.

Honour. Sacrifice.

The price of freedom.

Have you asked yourself if he'd
be proud of what you're doing?

What I ask myself is what the fuck

that monument is doing in Whitehall

cos the only sacrifice you're
willing to make is honour itself.

The only freedom that matters
to you lot is the free market.

All I did about it
was wave a few pamphlets.

You're right to sneer.

So was my daughter.

I'm sorry
about what happened to her.

Sutherland happened to her.

Sutherland's government.

So you'll...

...blow up Downing Street?

No.

Roddy and Finn were right. I...

...I just want somebody better in it.

I want Sutherland out.

His resignation tomorrow morning.

His admission of guilt,
of hypocrisy...

...of venality...

of dishonour.

Or...

...Damocles comes home.

I appreciate everyone attending
at such short notice

and it goes without saying

everything that passes within
this room is strictly confidential.

I'd hate to send anyone
to the firing squad.

I've found myself
repeatedly in the Cobra room

contending with one crisis
after the other.

And it's become
increasingly clear to me

that at the root of all these crises

is the leadership of
Robert Sutherland himself.

The Prime Minister's judgement
has been irrational and compromised

since his delinquent daughter stepped
off the plane to throw in her lot

with a group of eco-terrorists.

And who knows how long the PM's been
cavorting with his Chief of Staff.

Dysfunction at Downing Street -
upstairs and down.

On top of which, I'm informed
he's on the brink of trashing

our critical investment
and strategic relationship

with Shirasia.
Abetted, I might interject,

by extremely poor counsel
from the Deputy PM

whose own judgement
I can no longer support.

The very fact that we're all here,
exiled from our offices,

is testimony to Robert Sutherland's
abdication of law and order.

The man's a busted flush.

And if we fail to act he's going
to cost all of us power.

So I am calling, without delay,

for a vote of no confidence.

We're reviewing and enhancing
all residential security.

Well, that is a comfort.
Obviously the threat from
Goddard and the Damocles weapon

remains at the highest level.
He gave no indication of target?

Only that it wouldn't be
Downing Street.

And we can take this man
at his word

Well, strangely,
I think we probably can.

He seemed...
almost pathological about honour.

Well, he's wounded and alone.

We have units continuing
- to go door to door.
- Then find him

because I will not, under
any circumstances, be resigning.

Even with a gun to your head.

They had guns, Anna.
I told you he was a spook.

Eleanor James looked into it
and found nothing.

Then maybe ask
why she didn't look harder.

You have to bring him in
before it's too late.

He had two armed men after him.

How do you know it isn't already
- too late?
- I think he got away.

About an hour after I saw him,
- he texted Ellie.
- Saying what?

"You lying bitch. You've fucked me.
You'll pay for this."Charming.

And she will.
Unless you bring Nate Stevens in

and make him tell the truth
about what really happened
at Godley Common.

Why am I discovering that
Nate Stevens was a hired spy

through the efforts of a demoted
shadow minister and my own daughter

instead of from my
head of intelligence?

I had suspicions
that I was investigating...

but, in the absence
of any tangible evidence -

Suspicions you thought better than
to share with your Prime Minister?

I...thought it necessary
to tread carefully,

given your personal involvement
with the matter in hand.

So you doubt I'm rational?

- I did not say that.
- Defence
of the realm is your remit, correct?

- Yes.
- So who do you imagine
you're defending it from?

Or are you defending
something else altogether?

Prime Minister, I have been -
Send him in.

Good morning, Ben.
Good morning.

I'm pleased to announce
your promotion.

Eleanor is stepping down.
Effective... immediately.

She will brief you...

...on her way out.

Understood, Prime Minister.

Thank you, sir.

Are you going to tell me I was wrong?
I can't tell you it was right.

But it has to be someone you trust
and who trusts you.

Yeah.

Anna.

We need to talk.

We will.

Ellie's on her way in.

Anna.

Robert...

...it's all right.

It's Polly's dad, isn't it?

He's why everyone round here's
shitting it.

He's a very dangerous man.
Wouldn't you be if I'd been killed?

Of course I would.

Why didn't you come to me sooner?

Tell me about Nate?

I didn't think you'd help.

Why?

Because it's been so long
since you did what was right...

...instead of what seemed
politically advantageous.

You know, I'm...

...I'm better than you think I am.

I hope so, Dad.

This is Robert Sutherland.

Well, well, well.

Ellie's explained your situation -

what you need, what you know.

I'm prepared to provide the former
for the latter.

And I'm supposed to believe
you're any more trustworthy
than your daughter?

Well, I give you my word.

And, at this point, I don't believe
you've any option but to take it.

I'm listening.

Seems like my career
in public service

may have come to an end after all.

Why don't I come in and um...

...we can talk it over.

I was employed by
Rhombus Strategic Services

to infiltrate and report

on the activities of the
Planet Resistance protest movement.

I'd done similar work for Rhombus
numerous times previously with...

...activist groups
both here... and abroad.

Once I'd been amongst
Planet Resistance for some time,

I was instructed to provoke a desire

to escalate
from non-violent tactics.

My attempts to this end failed.

During the occupation
of Godley Common

I was provided
with a small incendiary device...

...that was meant to damage
the boring machine.

But nobody was meant to die.

They said it would
just wreck the machine.

Like an act of reckless ecotage

just enough to smear
Planet Resistance as criminals -

not activists but guerrillas.

I didn't know about it.
The client.

Who was the client?

Rhombus employed you, Nathan,
but who employed Rhombus?

I was never told.

But who had the most to lose

from Planet Resistance
obstructing Ultraline?

And most to gain from making sure
they'd never be a problem again?

Dan Goddard is turning himself in.
Says he wants to return the weapon.

Assessment is
his injuries are likely fatal.

Armed units are responding now
to the given location.

Approaching target flat.

Bathroom clear.
Bedroom clear.

No sign of suspect. Weapon located.

Where is he?
You said he was turning himself in.

Get clear now!

There's been an incident...
at Whitehall.

What?

Disposal entering the target flat.

Get back!

The mortar has fired. Repeat.
The Damocles weapon has discharged.

Halt! Hands, now! On the ground!

Ground! Now!

On the ground!

Still no target lock on the mortar.

Suspect has locked himself
to the memorial.

What the fuck is he doing?

No weapons found.

What's the target?

- What is it?
- Mortar locked, sir.
Travelling inbound.

Incoming. Repeat. Incoming.
Get the fuck out of there now!

Run.

Clear the area! Clear the area!

It's confirmed, no fatalities -
except Goddard.

The press are expecting a statement.

What do they want me to say?

This was the action of a deranged
individual, hellbent on destruction.

His circumstances cannot be seen
as any mitigation for this outrage.

Robert, this was an act of terror -

plain and simple.

And most importantly...

we'll rebuild it.

I'm going to cancel Saladin.

I can't stop Samir
invading the Peninsula

but I can make bloody sure we don't
supply the ammunition for it.

You can take a stand of strength...

but if it looks like you're giving
Dan Goddard what he wanted...

It's not about what he wanted.

It's about what I want.

Last night... We don't have to
do this... No, but you're right.

About everything.

We are facing a storm
on all fronts...

...and I am going to reap
every whirlwind.

But I can only do what's right
if I'm in power.

We just cannot afford...

I know.

I know.

I love you, Anna.

I love you
with every beat of my heart.

But I still cannot fight
without you by my side.

You'll never have to.

But this has to come first.

Sir Richard, you're fully aware
that I've devoted my career

to the security and prosperity
of our great country

and the armed forces has no more
dedicated advocate than me.

But the situation we now face
is nothing short
of a national emergency.

The Prime Minister's judgement
and authority are bankrupt.

The vile attack
on the remembrance monument

says everything about
his total loss of control.

And it's vital you're aware

Sutherland
intends to abandon Saladin,

to burn down
our strategic relationship

with King Samir's new regime.

And on his current trajectory,
I see no way Sutherland will approve

the defence budget increases
I've been pushing for.

There's no question
these are unprecedented times.

Any threats to national security
must, of course, be contained.

Our thinking precisely.

The point is, the party will dither
over launching a no-confidence -

unless they know categorically
the PM's lost confidence

where it counts the most.

Particularly in the light
of the outrage at the memorial,

I'm certain those rumours that the
Prime Minister is reconsidering

the UK's defence strategy and supply
of arms to the Shirasian regime

are baseless.

After all, it would be
a demonstration
of VERY weak leadership.

Despite the classified military files
discovered online

suggesting an aggressive Shirasian
escalation in the Peninsula?

There's no shortage
of disinformation, is there?

We're looking into the possibility
the files are a fabrication

of the Peninsula Resistance Front.
But -

This country stands
steadfast with its allies.

And I can assure you
the Prime Minister understands

that is the position
of his government... and his party.

Minister,
are you intimating the issue

has potential
for significant rebellion?

You've interviewed me enough
to know I'm a straight talker.

I don't intimate.

Despite Nathan Scott's insinuation

there's no evidence of engagement
with Rhombus Strategic.

But the internal communications
from Ultraline make it clear.

The company knew about the risks
of drilling through Godley Common.

Knew about the risks
but wanted to maximise profit

and avoid losing money
by re-routing.

So they decided to chance it.
They were already way over budget

and the next government bailout
was contingent on them

completing the link through Godley
on schedule.

So all of the protestors
against the construction -

Planet Resistance,
the people of Godley Common -

all along... they were right.

OK. The entire Metro Ultraline... cancelled.

Whatever's already been built,
we convert to local links

but the plug gets pulled today.

Hand these documents over
to the enquiry.

Archie thinks there might be
some French interest

in funding the Teesside project.

We divert the Ultraline budget,
fill in the gap.

We have to be prepared
for Ultraline to litigate.

Oh, do we?

Let them try.

Civilians,
leave the area. Move, move, move!

Yeah.
Gents, this way.

Form up!

This area is under military control.

What's the meaning of this?

Answer me.

I'm told they're holding a vigil.

Vigil?

I didn't clear this.
Why wasn't I informed?

None of us were.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Everything you've
abjectly proven you can't.

Bringing back order,
the rule of law, authority.

You've lost the faith of the police,
of our intelligence

and, on account of your handwringing
over Shirasia, the military.

The time has come, Prime Minister,
for a reckoning.

You are making
a galactic mistake, Victoria.

No.

You - all of you -
have made nothing but mistakes.

Those soldiers outside
aren't just on vigil

for a monument
desecrated on your watch.

They're on guard for the restoration
of a leadership worth the name.

They won't be going anywhere
until that happens.

You are out of your fucking mind.

Oh, shut up,
you sanctimonious little puppet.

We all now know
how much you like his hand up you.

I am the Prime Minister of this
- country.
- Prime Minister in name only.

I've had the numbers
for a no-confidence vote...

...and it's a fucking landslide.

Your legacy
will be wholesale humiliation.

Or, if you'd prefer to
cauterise the gash,

give this burnt-out old gasbag his
long overdue ticket to a care home -

make me your deputy.

Then resign
and hand me the premiership.

There's no way back for you, Robert.

The only question
is whether you fall on your sword

with some illusion of dignity.

Or whether I pull the trigger on the
disgrace and dishonour you deserve.

I've informed the aides you'll need
the podium outside No.10 tomorrow.

He's made a full deposition.

You shouldn't have tried
to kill him, Zelda.

Clear up the mess, you said.

I've drawn up a contract.

How do we firefight this?

How indeed.

You know, my job is -

was - defence of the realm.

Yours too, once.

But I find myself questioning

whether Robert Sutherland's
recent decisions

have become
a legitimate threat to it.

I knew we still saw eye to eye.

And he's the one staring down a P45.

You misunderstand, Zelda.

I'm not here
cos I want a job with you.

I'm here cos I want my old job
- my real job - back.

So no more games.

You know what I need from you.

Who asked you to hire Nathan Scott?

Are you going to tear it all down?

This. Everything I've built.

It was meant to be a smear
not mass murder.

We don't have to do this.

I do.

And I'm doing it.

It's confirmed.

She's turned most of the party.

Got the gaggle riled.

She'd probably
win a leadership vote.

I don't know how...

What are the angles here?

What can I do?
I don't know.

If she's got the numbers,
I don't know.

We can't just surrender.
It's checkmate.

The only question is whether you
take your piece off the board...

Or she snaps it in two. No.

She can force me out.

But I'm not handing over the keys.

Eleanor James.
- Oh, Christ.
- Wait.

Come in. Now.

Two years ago,
during the solar-flare blackout,

four Planet Resistance activists
broke into a Condor Aerotech factory

and vandalised a fighter jet
in one of the hangars.

They waited to be arrested,

then plead in court they were acting

to prevent a greater crime
against humanity.

And the jury acquitted them.
Which stuck like a fish bone

in Gerald Kendrick's gullet.

Condor regarded the judgement
as an extremely dangerous precedent.

So, they enlisted
Rhombus Strategic Services

to destroy Planet Resistance.

Godley Common
offered the opportunity.

We have Rhombus on the hook.

I didn't want to make further moves
without your... instruction -

official or otherwise.

Victoria Dalton's
going to destroy this country.

What's left of what it stands for,
what it should stand for.

Maybe you're right.
Maybe she has already won.

But if I'm going...

I'm pulling down
some fucking pillars.

But I can assure you,
I have every confidence

and, indeed, assurance

that this recent era
of turbulent and erratic government

will imminently be shifting towards

a stronger
and more stable executive.

One which will ensure
the Saladin contract

with our friends in Shirasia

can proceed swiftly
and unencumbered.

Which will support, unwaveringly,

the role of Condor Aerotech

at the global forefront
of the defence industry.

Prime Minister. This is...

Unexpected?

Yes, I imagine it is.

Apologies for the interruption,

I have some pressing business
with your chief executive.

If you could give us the room, please.

Now.

With respect, Prime Minister -
Let's not pretend

there's anything
even resembling respect here, Gerald.

Take a seat.

This...

this isn't what it...

It is.

No need to explain
what it'll do to you.

The company may recover.

Companies like Condor
are like cockroaches, after all.

But you'll be hearing about it
from a prison cell.

Do you actually believe
you'll be in power long enough

to do anything about this?

You're already finished.
You're all back to front, Gerald.

You don't need to worry about
what I'll do if I'm in power.

It's what I WON'T do.

If I'm dragged out of the door
of Downing Street today...

...I might just mislay that

on the desk of every major
news outlet in the country.

You think Victoria Dalton
could shield you from that?

And who do you think
would shield you?

Oh, Gerald.

What do you imagine
I have left to lose?

You said if you're in power...

...what you wouldn't do.

Look...

...so long as I'm Prime Minister

I could make sure
that never sees the light of day.

You stay comfortably
behind your desk, I behind mine.

Your support, your... sponsorship,

of Victoria Dalton ends now.

Victoria Dalton ends now.

If you have any interest whatsoever
in self-preservation,

you will do your absolute utmost

to ensure
I continue to lead this country.

Because so long as
I remain in power...

you, Condor Aerotech,
the Saladin deal...

...all remain untouchable.

I didn't think you had it in you.

Well, Robert.

I assume you've come to the right
decision... for the country.

I have.

Please...

You've put me in a position
where I have no choice.

I've spoken with Archie.

He's agreed to relinquish his role
as deputy prime minister

and I have written a letter
of resignation.

"Owing to recent pressures,
I hereby inform you

that I shall be resigning
both from my post

and from politics permanently

to devote my time to my family.

"Sincerely, Victoria Dalton"?

- Do you think this is funny?
- I assure
you I'm taking it very seriously.

And accepting it
with immediate effect.

"The fact is the party will dither
over launching a no-confidence,

unless they know categorically
the PM's lost confidence
where it counts the most."

What the fuck is this?

I have the whole conversation.

All the conversations.

I had a very informative chat
with Gerald Kendrick -

a bastard, but a clever enough
bastard to keep insurance.

And he's come to the view he's
backed the wrong horse, Victoria.

And you remember what it's like
when a horse takes a fall.

What does that even prove?

Nothing.

Just idle chatter.

Private chatter, recorded illegally.

Ah! I'm pleased
you brought up illegality.

Because you might recognise these.

Eleanor followed the money.

The slush funds,
the kickbacks, the off-shores.

Quite the retirement fund you were
getting for pushing through Saladin.

And for the web
of other Condor contracts

you were so very eager to champion.

The military
are withdrawing from Whitehall.

The Defence Chief of Staff
has tendered his resignation.

He thought that was preferable
to court-martial or prosecution.

Now tell me, what's your preference,
prosecution-wise?

Look, Robert...

I know I've been...
Corrupt?

Despicable?

Treasonous?

You're finished.

Out of Westminster... for good.

And if I ever hear
one negative comment

coming from your poisonous mouth
about my administration,

I will see to it that your venality
is broadcast in sky-high writing.

And when you clear out your desk...

...I suggest you find
some fucking Sellotape.

Hey there, my pass isn't working.

Oh, that is awkward.

I might've known.

Fuck you, old man.

Arrivederci, Mottie.

Do you think this is over?

By no means.

"Sad fossil" I think you said.

"Gobful of stumps", wasn't it?

I am the full-fanged
fucking megalodon

of these black waters.

And wherever you go, whatever
you try to be, little minnow...

...best you skitter from my jaws

till the end of all time.

If you please, officer,
toss this one back.

I can always find him
if I'm peckish.

Robert, are you sure
that this is the right thing?

I have no choice.

I gave Kendrick my word.

So long as I'm Prime Minister...

all of this stays buried.

And my word is my word.

You know what to do with this.

And, Anna... whatever comes...

I was only ever strong enough...

for any of it...

...because of you.

Well, let's not get all sentimental.

Good afternoon.

It will have escaped no-one that
this has been a challenging time -

for the country
and also for my family.

It has been
the greatest privilege of my life

to meet such challenges
during my time as Prime Minister

of this great nation.

But I believe the time is right
for me to stand down...

..from leadership
of the country and from my party.

I spoke to the King earlier
and informed him of my resignation.

Every departing Prime Minister

must leave
with regrets of work left undone

of promises unfulfilled.

He's fucked me.

But the promise
most imperative to me right now...

...is to be the best father I can be
to my daughter,

a young woman
of whom I am immensely proud

and who has faced
her own share of challenges.

Archie Glover-Morgan
will lead in a caretaker capacity

until a new Prime Minister
is selected.

Now I wish to give my thanks to you,
the British people.

It has been my honour to serve you...

...and I have sought to do so,
no less at this moment,

with honour.

Thank you.

In the aftermath
of what can only be described

as incendiary allegations,
I'm joined by Francine Bridge.

Allegations? Try revelations.

That an arms conglomerate
and a corporate intelligence firm

conspired to destroy
a peaceful protest movement,

orchestrating the catastrophe
at the village of Godley Common.

Planet Resistance have,
of course, been fully exonerated.

'From what very nearly stood as
a monstrous miscarriage of justice.'

I welcome the government's
decision to place under review,

and hopefully rescind,
the Civil Disturbance Bill,

which represents
a naked affront to democracy.

Speaking of
democracy, will you comment
on the growing rumours

you now have your eyes firmly
on the leadership of the opposition?

My focus has always been the same -

on making this country
a better, fairer place.

Prime Minister,
you're due in the Cobra room...

Instruct the Home Secretary
to chair, would you?

Certainly, sir.

You did cauliflower cheese!
Of course.

Mum said
you'd bring out the big guns.

How is your mum?

Good. Yeah, she's um...

she's joined a new chambers, so...

- Rebuilding and all that.
- That's
great. I'm really pleased for her.

Would you like a glass, Ellie?

They said in the shop this was
a particularly good Chilean.

Yes, please. I'd love some.

Good afternoon, sir.
Go in, won't you.

Thank you.

This is unexpected, Prime Minister.

I do apologise for the intrusion,

but this won't wait.

Take a seat.

Glass of wine?
I don't drink on the job.

Any more.

Although...

...an Apalta Carmenere...

...maybe just a finger.

Thank you.

I'll keep this brief.

The odds are
we're going to be facing

Francine Bridge across the floor.

She's fresh, hungry...

dangerous.

No offence.

And the party needs a leader
with the proven stones

to take her on
and keep her out of power.

I don't want the job, Robert.
I'm too long in the tooth.

And the fact is there is nobody

better equipped for it... than you.

Archie.

I retired.
That doesn't mean it's over.

Let's just say there's been
some corrective briefing

over the whole VD business

and a very substantial
number of colleagues

now realise
the error of their judgement.

If you toss your hat back
in the ring, you'd have the numbers.

And whatever your other reasons
for refusing may be...

...this shouldn't be one.

If you go in together, openly...

...you've nothing to hide any more.

Think about it.

Whatever your decision,
I'll respect it.

Delicious.

I'll show myself out.

Let's have lunch.

Robert...

did you have any inkling
that this might...?

For what it's worth...

...and I can't quite believe
I'm saying this...

...I'd vote for you.

Fuck it.

Let's dance.

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