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Miss Bello claims the affair
happened four years ago

while the MP was visiting Nigeria.

Those are the guys I saw
getting into the gray van.

To tell you the truth,
I'd rather avoid this place altogether.

Not easy when half your clients
are in the same building.

Actually, Mr. Knox,
I came to ask for your help.

I see. The mask.

Control to Kilo One.

Gemma! Operation Vanguard is compromised.

The seventh floor is down.
Vanguard needs a new home.

You accuse me of sabotage,
and now you want my help?

China's going to lose the Facial Rec bid.

The US are waiting in line.

We carry the same burdens.
Guilt and regret.

If you want to give yourself
the best chance,

you're free yourself of them.

In an exclusive interview,
we speak to Victoria Bello

from her home in Lagos.

This isn't about Facial Rec.
This is about me.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Turner?

I said, I hope you're proud
forcing my family away from their home.

He looks like you.

- What?
- Victoria Bello's son, Amandi.

I've been looking at him.

- What are you talking about?
-"Free Shaun"? As in Shaun Emery.

Your paternity test
has come back negative.

You must be delighted.

Why do you think she made those claims?

I understand some people will go
to desperate lengths to jump the queue.

Mr. Knox, do we have a match?

Yes.

Nikolai Mirsky.

- Hello.
- Hello, Isaac.

Shit!

Room service?

- What the fuck is going on?
- Isaac.

Isaac, this place is rigged with cameras.
Please don't do anything silly.

This is nice, at least.

The Presidential Suite.

Apt.

You, uh...

You might want to put some clothes on.

Start... talking.

Yeah, I'm not supposed to do that, mate.
I'm just here to get you.

- To get me?
- Eleven pounds for pistachio nuts?

- Are you having a laugh?
- So help me God,

I will throttle you with my bare hands!

I don't care how many cameras
are watching!

What the hell were you doing
outside my door pretending to be me?

What? Pretending to...

I guess I just, you know,
just trying to get in.

Who? Who's trying to get in?

Look, I need you to know me.

I honestly had no idea
this was going to happen.

Aliza, she's completely in the dark.

I only found out the truth of it
myself last night!

I haven't slept a bloody wink!

You know, I would find it a lot easier
to open up to you

if you unclench your fist and stop looking
like you're about to hit me.

That's probably why
they asked me to get you.

People look at me
and think I can handle myself.

- But the truth is, I am a bloody coward.
- Rhys, shut up, shut up.

Just shut up and listen,
because I won't say this again!

Who are they?

Well.

Bathroom's free.

The real question here is,
did the Home Office

knowingly obstruct
Victoria Bello's application?

Daddy!

Oh, yes! Yeah.

How are you?

Oh, hello. Hello.

Oh, I missed you.

Hey.

So, um, it's safe to come back home
whenever you're ready.

There's no press outside. It's all over.

Are you coming home, Daddy?

Um...

Well, Daddy has to go back to London,
but I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?

- Go and get your things.
- Come on.

I assume you saw it? The result?

I thought there wasn't going to be
a paternity test?

You said they were going
to fake the results.

Well, it's the right result, Simmy.

Why? What's up

Well, if she was making it all up,

why did the Home Office
hold back her application?

That's exactly what I intend to find out.

Yeah.

Alright, stand by.

Make yourselves at home.

The bottom floor's all yours.

As long as you stay
in your allotted zones,

everybody'll get along just fine.

You see the latest video release
of your protege?

You showed me.

Last night?

I'm talking about this morning.
We got the red-flag.

Don't you get updates from Chelten-Ham?

Cheltenham.

It's a bit like "Serial"
only it's called "Free Shaun."

Or I might go more esoteric
like "The Bus Stop."

What are you talking about?

"Free Shaun"? As in Shaun Emery?

What are you talking about?

"Free Shaun"? As in Shaun Emery?

She knows she's being watched.

Nothing changes.

We continue as planned.

It's your rodeo now.

Hmm...

Did you obstruct Victoria Bello's
application, Mr. Turner?

Is this a crisis
for the Home Office, Mr. Turner?

Mr. Turner, do you believe the media now?

No hoodie today, Zac?

I have every faith in the Home Secretary.
He has my full support.

Thank you.

Are you trying
to avoid him, Mister Turner?

Mister Turner...

"Every faith in the Home Sec"?
What are you up to?

Where is Gill today?

I'm not his private secretary.

Yeah, but, you're on the server,
aren't you?

How are you enjoying Policy, by the way?

I only ask because you spend
most of your time

seemingly tracking my numbers.

Which are spiking higher than ever,
by the way.

Congrats on that.

So, what's this?
The old band back together again?

What goes on tour? All that jazz.

Because I'm in. If you'll have me.

Work out the old...

- Rhys, could you?
- Yeah.

I... I was just asking Aliza
why she's been tracking my stats.

Good question.

What do you expect?
I've always been Team Zac.

To be fair, that is true.

Even when I was fired,
you answered my calls.

I tried you, it wouldn't go through.

Yeah, fucking Vodafone.

But then again, maybe it was just a decoy

to avoid doing what I actually
asked you to do,

which was to dig up Victoria Bello's
paperwork and check for concerns.

I thought that part of the story
would just go away.

- The front page news?
- Yeah, in The Guardian.

Everyone else has gone
with lying bitch, essentially.

Anyway, none of it seems to be
doing you any harm.

Aliza, there's going to be an inquiry.

And none of us are safe.

If the Home Secretary himself had
a hand in obstructing Bello's application,

it's gonna come out.

So, if you know anything, Aliza,
you need to share it.

I've been calling you all day.

I... I've... I've been in Salford.

I saw you.

BBC Breakfast?

- I assume that was you.
- Yes.

Um, so, look I'm just on my way
to see the Home Secretary.

On your way to becoming Home Sec,
according to Twitter.

I need to speak to you.

Gregory Knox came through. The unmasking.

We have a name.

Nikolai Mirsky, Russian ex-military.

I know, we need to get this to SO 15,
except I can't explain how I came by it,

so I suggest it comes from you.

- Me?
- At the time of the attack,

you were a security minister.

You had clearance
to any number of operations.

All you need to do is say
you can't reveal the source.

I... I... I don't know.

It sounds a bit
like faking evidence to me.

What?

You've taken the footage, manipulated it,

and now you want to hide
where it came from.

For use as intelligence, not evidence.

Now you sound like a true believer.

This is a visual
on a Russian State-sanctioned killer.

We need to act.

We're the only ones that have it!

Look, I know we have other battles.

But we can't expose Correction

while we're under attack
by a foreign power.

We need to win this one first.

Khadija heard your recording.

The Home Secretary, discussing Correction?

You mean Khadija Khan,
who interviewed Victoria Bello

and claimed the Home Office
obstructed her application?

Isaac, the deal is still intact.

What deal?

Somebody got to you.

Didn't they?

Nope. I don't know
what you're talking about.

Jesus Christ, I'm not recording!

I'm sorry, Detective.

- But I think I've given you enough...
- You can talk to me, Isaac.

- ...of my time.
- Trust me! Don't lie to me!

Do you really think
I need to take this shit from you?

You know how I know it was you?

On BBC Breakfast and not your deepfake?

You touched your cross.

You run your thumb over the cross
on your neck-chain when you're anxious.

- No, I don't.
- It's my job to notice things.

Your deepfake's never done that.

Only you.

You're all right, Isaac.

Not that kind of politician,
like you said.

Whatever's happened,
whatever they've threatened you with,

I can help you.

We can get through this.

Who was it? Who got you?

Garland?

The Home Secretary? Who?

You have a case to solve.
I have a job to do.

Other battles, like you said.

So, why don't we just get on with it
and go our separate ways?

Carey.

Ma'am. I thought you'd like to know.

Uh, comms are back up.
We're rolling out new units to all ops.

What about the camera network?

Secure. Vanguard has a new base.

Or I could bring the comms to you?

That is if you're back at work?

Meet me in an hour.

Where do you want me, ma'am?

Broadcasting House,
three o'clock sharp.

Yes, ma'am.

Thanks to the intervention of US partners,

Operation Vanguard is now secure.

Vladimir Putin himself
couldn't compromise it.

Now, although this remains
a UK Counter Terrorism Operation,

inside this building,
you are in US territory.

And you will operate
in accordance with US laws, regulations,

and standard operating procedures.

Our hosts will be on hand at all times
to support us through any

cultural differences.

Connor here will be leading
a support team of Technical Operatives.

Alongside someone many of you
will be acquainted with already,

our very own DI Phillips,

who's been on secondment here
for the past six months,

and I'm pleased to say
hasn't picked up the accent.

Um, I know you're all still reeling
from the tragic loss

of Detective Sergeant, Patrick Flynn,

Specialist Firearms Officer, Jason McKenna

and Specialist Firearms Officer,
Lee Bradbury.

But the way to honor our fallen colleagues

is to catch the scum
that took their lives.

Thank you, sir.

As Commander Hart said...

Is he going to maintain
his stiff upper lip?

I can see it quivering.

With a much wider range
of intelligence

gathering tools at our disposal.

Now, given the urgency,
we've begun analyzing

existing data from the operation.

And we've uncovered
a few truffles already.

As you can see from the left...

Danny? Sir?

A long time since you called me that.

I just wanted to say thank you.

That was the team talk we all needed.

It's the last one you'll hear me give.

I stopped by the Commissioner's office
this morning.

Handed in my 728.

You're resigning?

After Vanguard, I'm out.

Don't worry, Gemma.
I didn't give the real reason.

I'm in the middle of a meeting.
I've got about two minutes.

- Did you have to interview her?
- I beg your pardon?

Victoria Bello. Is that really necessary?

Last time I checked,
I'm not required to justify

my editorial choices to the authorities.

We're not living in a Police State yet.

Well, I hope it was worth it.

'Cause Isaac Turner
is now out of the deal.

What? Because of that? Oh, please.

- You do not understand...
- I understand perfectly.

I will call Zac myself,
show the requisite humility.

It's a dance.
And you'd do well to learn the step.

Learn this,
I was with Isaac Turner an hour ago!

He wouldn't even admit we had a deal!

He doesn't trust us
and that is your fault!

You lower your tone!

I don't let anyone raise
their voice at me off camera.

I am not anyone!

You have fucked it up, Khadija,
for all of us!

I thought we said three o'clock?

I'd rather be early. Always.

How much did you hear?

Nothing. I brought your comms.

And I thought you'd want to know,
there's a new lead.

Take me to the new base. I'll follow you.

After the presentation,

the Home Secretary
will make what he promises

will be a short announcement,

and the security minister
will take questions from the press.

Britain's border security
will soon be bolstered

by a digital layer of protection
provided by a company

who count among their clients.

The US, Pentagon.

All of us who value the security
and sovereignty of our nation

will value the support
of Clear Horizons AI. Thank you.

Care to make a statement
about Victoria Bello, Home Secretary?

Have you spoken
to Isaac Turner today, Home Secretary?

Did anyone at the Home Office obstruct

- Victoria Bello's application...
- Thank you.

...Home Secretary?

- This is where the magic happens.
- Tom.

What have I missed?
Lots, by the looks of it.

Well, that's what comes
with skipping the briefings.

We can't hold the class up
just for you, Carey.

I've been on compassionate leave,
so, be compassionate.

No time for compassion.
Not in the middle of a manhunt.

Who's the target?

Russian National. Nikolai Mirsky.

We've got every facial rec system
in the UK looking for him

and every ANPR looking for his van.

Do we, um... Do... Do we know the source?

I... I mean, how did he get on our radar?

You think they'd tell me?

How are you feeling, Rachel?

Ma'am! Just, um, getting up to speed.

I appreciate
you coming back to work so soon

after the experience you've had.

I'd rather keep going.

Rest when you're dead.
Can I show you something?

Frank, I felt DCI Carey should be briefed
on the ongoing developments.

Welcome to America.

- Is that...
- The hospital.

Staff entrance.
The night of DS Flynn's murder.

I thought whoever did this
took over the camera network completely.

This section of the briefing is sensitive.

Understood.

Every state has its own style
when it comes to subterfuge.

Its own tell-tale signs.

The Russian's, for instance,
are very sloppy. Online and off.

They hacked S015. But it appears
they didn't consider our...

auxiliary network.

You can access the real footage?

We can recover it. From a covert signal,
embedded in the time code.

It's kind of like scratching
the oil paint off a canvas

to reveal the pencil drawing underneath.

Stop me if I'm getting too technical.

So, De-Correction, then?

Eventually, we'll recover
all the footage from the attack.

But for now, our focus, Todd,

is this.

Nikolai Mirsky.

I... I... I thought
Isaac Turner's witness statement said

the killers were wearing face masks.

Like I said, sloppy.

- Result.
- Intelligence on the suspect is patchy.

Facial Rec pointed us
to a private security firm in Belarus.

Russian Black Ops, by any other name.

Do we know
if the suspect is still in the UK?

They hacked the feeds
at Heathrow last time.

- They could do it again.
- The manhunt is underway, Rachel.

I'd like you to run something else.

DC Tan is briefed and making progress,

but this requires the leadership
of someone fully conversant.

What does, ma'am?

The criminal case against the suspect.

We need an evidence dossier,
robust enough to put in front of a judge.

The more evidence
we can compile against Nikolai Mirsky,

the better.

Understood.

You know the way back?

Appreciate the chance to speak,
Home Secretary.

I imagine you can guess
what this is about.

Well, let me see, you told BBC Breakfast
I failed to deliver.

You told reporters
I have "your full support."

So, at a push, I'd guess
you're trying to steal my fucking job?

So, I should have said
you don't have my support?

And will you be saying the department
needs a "breath of fresh air" next?

You're fucking me over, Isaac.

Have the decency to look me
in the eye while you're doing it.

Look, you can hardly blame me
for leaving the department

acutely aware of its shortcomings.

Not to mention our unkept promise
of "firm but fair immigration..."

Don't quote the manifesto at me.

You weren't even elected
when we wrote that.

After all I've done for you?

Go on.

What... what did you do for me,
Home Secretary?

Well, take a wild guess.

I mean, I thought I was selected
for government by the PM?

But if you had a hand in making me
Security Minister, Home Sec...

I'm not talking about
making you a minister.

- So what are you talking about?
- Talking about that girl.

Victoria Bello.

What, unless you have got others
that I don't know about?

I told you that was all lies.

You told me that a few days ago.

That application hit my desk
six months back.

Sorry. Hit... hit your desk? Why yours?

Why don't you ask your Private Secretary?

Aliza? What? She came to you?

Yeah. All flummoxed,
convinced it was real,

convinced that love child was yours,

and convinced, as I was,
that it would be the bloody ruin of you.

And then, so you...

The file found its way
to the bottom of the pile,

got lost, drowned in a sea of bureaucracy.

You're welcome.

So, that's how it's done, is it?

And all that
because you assumed it was true?

Oh, don't be so bloody supercilious.
Are you really that surprised?

No, Home Secretary. I'm not surprised.

In fact, it's exactly what I thought.
I just needed to hear you say.

Need me to say what?

What are you talking about?
Don't walk away from me!

What did you mean, you need...

- Get...
- What is that?

Are you recording this? Are you mad?

Recording the Home Secretary
without his consent!

That is a breach of national security!

I will have you stripped

of every clearance level there is,
you little prick!

It's insurance, Rowan.
In case you try to deny it.

Deny it? What are you talking about?
Why are you...

Why are you doing this to me, Isaac?

It's nothing personal.

Is it possible to embed a video
in timecode?

You don't do small talk, do you, Carey?

How's your day going, Tom?

Not bad. How's yours?

Good.

Is it possible to embed a video
in timecode?

I think you mean a time code signal
in audio, don't you?

No, I mean what I said.

Well, then you're talking bollocks.

That's your technical assessment, is it?

Yep.

I don't suppose it's possible to recover
a signal from a hacked feed either, is it?

Like...

scratching the paint off a canvas
to reveal the drawing?

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Ma'am. The suspect's name
was used to rent a storage unit

in Clapham two years ago.

It might be a dead end.

The storage company
is no longer in business,

but do you want me
to head down there and take a look?

- No, you stay here. I'll go.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Hello?
- It's me.

- What phone are you calling from?
- Have you left yet?

Yeah. Just now. I'm right here.

- Why?
- Good. I need you to do something for me.

Look, in the bathroom, there's a laptop.

Hiya.

You guarantee they won't print my name?

The clue is in the word anonymous.
Anonymous whistleblower.

I'm afraid you've caught me on the hoof.

Train was delayed
coming back from my conference,

and now I'm running late
for a dinner engagement.

I always seem to catch you
either coming or going.

Time and tide.

Was that the Home Secretary's conference?

- His big announcement?
- Uh, no, different one.

They're here, aren't they?

Clear Horizons AI?

Yes. On the top floor.

US company right?

Silicon Valley, of course.

But now they're taking over the world,
so to speak.

You must be delighted.

Your client winning
the UK Facial Recognition contract.

You mentioned half your clients
were in this building.

I'm assuming that includes them.

We don't get involved
with their commercial operations.

What do you get involved in?

I'm sorry, Detective,
but where's this going?

Surely, you can see the problem, Mr. Knox.

You belong
to an independent advisory group.

You advise the government
against doing business with a Chinese firm

whilst in the pocket of their US rivals.

Looks like a conflict of interest to me.

I assure you, I'm not in anyone's pocket.

Tell me what is it you do here, exactly.

Your website mentions
political consultancy,

data analysis, sounds vague.

I'd be glad to educate you, Detective,
but as I mentioned...

Half the social media companies
on the planet

seem to have an office in this building.

That's a lot of data to analyze.

But as I mentioned,
I don't have all evening.

How did you unmask the suspect exactly?

- Nikolai Mirsky.
- Well, you supplied the image.

You know which program we used.

Show me the process. The working out.

Well, that involves my technical team.
None of whom are here.

It's after hours.

Did you supply the image
to anyone outside this company?

You were quite clear about that.

So you haven't actually
answered the question.

That's something you teach
your politicians.

- Am I under suspicion, Detective?
- Increasingly.

Well, if you want to arrest me
for a conflict of interest, go ahead.

That won't be the charge.

Suspect vehicle!
Golf X-Ray Six Six Alpha Echo Echo.

Pos ID Coleman Street, Echo Charlie Four.

- Vehicle heading North.
- Bring it up!

Let's see it!

Deploy Armed Units to the vicinity.

Prepare for tactical response.

The murder of Edison Yao
and the attempt on your life

were designed to send Isaac Turner
into police protection,

to keep him out of the public eye.

- That's when this began.
- What began?

The onslaught of disinformation and lies.

That led us to believe
we were under attack from China.

That ended with UK Facial Recognition
being handed to America.

You have completely lost me.

I don't believe you.

I'm not continuing this conversation
until I have a lawyer.

What is it that you don't want me to see
on that laptop, Mr. Knox?

What?

You've been glancing at it
like a schoolboy

who forgot to delete his search history.

This is ridiculous.

I could produce a warrant

to seize every computer in this building
within 20 minutes.

I'm afraid I've kept
my dinner companions waiting long enough.

I employ corporate lawyers,
but not criminal ones.

So I'd like some time
to arrange representation.

Take one more step, and I will have
no option but to arrest.

Gregory Knox, I am arresting you
for obstructing a police officer

in the execution of their duty.

You do not have to say...
Where the fuck are you going?

Do not make me add resisting arrest
to the list of charges!

Do not move.

Kilo Three to all units.
Request urgent backup...

Kilo Three to all units.
All clear. All clear.

I hope you don't think of me
too unfavorably, Detective.

I'm not a violent person.

I've certainly never laid a finger
on a woman, as they say.

Present company excepted, of course.

Point is,

I share the widely held
public-facing belief

that violence towards women is abhorrent.

I say public-facing
because online, it's a different picture.

You poll a hundred University students,

"Is violence towards women
ever justified?"

You'll get a hundred emphatic no's.

But look... look at their Twitter feeds.

You'll find ten to 15 percent have,

at some point or another,
sent death threats to women.

Just one of the countless incidences
of data

providing a clearer look at human behavior
than humans themselves.

Suspect vehicle check,
A501, Moorgate, North.

Lima Unit. Two minutes.
A501, City Road, South.

Mike Unit. Two minutes. A5201, East.

Copy that.

Just like old times.

Gregory Knox.

I'm arresting you
for conspiracy to murder,

perverting the course of justice,
grievous bodily harm,

assaulting a police officer
and resisting arrest.

Suspect vehicle turning West.

Ropemaker Street. Out of range.

Whoa. No, stay on him.

Repeat out of range.
Blind spot, 50 meters.

I want every border feed
where I can see it.

And I want every Armed Unit in London
deployed to that facility!

What is this?

If I were you, Detective Carey,

I'd run.

Where's your phone?

Where's your phone? Where is it?

Come on!

This terminal is not in service.

Doors opening.

This terminal is not in service.

Proceed to path H to go left, rear.

Doors opening.

Shots fired, shots fired.

Target down. Target down.

Shots fired. Threat neutralized.

Target down. Repeat, target down.

Nothing to see here, says Rowan Gill.

But an anonymous Home Office whistleblower

claims Gill had direct involvement
in the interference

of British passport applications,
including that of Victoria Bello's.

So, can he cling on
and endure another scandal?

Or is the Home Secretary losing his grip?

Thank you.

Have you spoken
to Isaac Turner today?

Thank you.

Rhys, shut up! Shut the fuck up!

And listen, 'cause I won't say this again.

Who are they?

Well, you know, our consultants.

Our con...

What Greg... Gregory's lot? Truro?

I mean, we did consider
several alternatives.

As I recall, you were the one
who made the final decision.

We hired them a year ago.
What's the problem with them?

Not to be pedantic,
but we didn't hire them, did we?

They offered their services for free.

Which, now I think about it,
should've raised some alarm bells.

I thought they just crunched data
and helped us reach voters.

It's more the way they do it.

I mean, it's bloody clever.
They are the Dons of Data.

You can't blame yourself
for wanting to work with them.

Truro Analytics?

They're the ones who've been
trying to destroy me?

All this time?

They, uh, haven't been trying to
destroy you, mate.

What the fuck have they been doing?

You really ought to get dressed.

They want to show you something.

I'm... I'm supposed to take you down.
The stairs. Sorry, that was...

Why? What's... What the fuck's downstairs?

As I understand it,
some sort of conference.

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Honorable colleagues. It is my privilege

to present to you, this morning

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showing Mayoral candidate, Alfonsi Guruli

at an illicit private party thrown
by the son of a jailed Russian oligarch.

An alternative portrait
of Alfonsi emerged.

Perhaps the squeaky-clean candidate
wasn't clean after all!

His opponents attacked.

Guruli must face
the public and explain himself.

Finally, the mayoral hopeful
had an audience.

A chance to get his message across.

The people...

And I mean the real People of Tbilisi.

They know who I am.

I'm their guy.

As mayor, I promise
to protect their children

from the propaganda of Gay Pride.

Alfonsi supporters were baffled.

But the algorithm had seen
what they couldn't.

Online.

The data revealed a different Tbilisi.

Here was a city at war
divided over a number of burning issues.

Looking deeper, data revealed exactly

which issues caused most concern.

Which new stories literally
kept the locals awake at night.

The government wants
LGBT books in our school?

Not on my turf.

The silent majority
had suddenly been spoken for.

The Real People of Tbilisi began to trend,
spawning a movement, a base...

Alfonsi!

-Alfonsi! Alfonsi!
- Alfonsi was a rising star

of the Populist Right.

Or so it seemed.

Alfonsi Guruli.

The real people of Tbilisi know who I am!

Have the real people seen these pictures?

Does Alfonsi even know who he is?

Scores of people
appeared on social media,

insisting he had always been
a strong advocate of Gay Rights.

The Alfonsi Guruli they knew,
was no bigot.

A new narrative began to take shape.

Alfonsi was a savvy politician
playing the Orthodox right for votes,

and the real,
real people of Tbilisi knew that.

So, when he's Mayor,
no LGBT books in schools,

but he can lend you his copies?

Truro's AI had created
a political campaign

for a polarized world.

In which every different subsection
of the electorate

is sold a version of the candidate
they can vote for.

Today, Alfonsi is Mayor of Tbilisi,

elected with 65 percent of the vote!

Perhaps next time we meet,

Truro's algorithm will have decided
the fate of a British MP.

Or even PM.

So, what? That... that's supposed
to be me? I'm an Alfonso?

- Alfonsi.
- Al...

You made me an advocate
of racial profiling.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
It's the algorithm.

Every action suggested by the algorithm
moves you one step closer

to where you want to be.

Where do you want to be, Isaac?

I don't need a program
to figure that one out.

What ambitious politician
doesn't want the top job?

I can only imagine the impact you'll make
when you finally get there.

But goodness, I'm getting ahead of myself.

The road to number ten is long.
Years of work.

We need to be patient.

Do as the algorithm says,
step by step, heart to heart,

and we'll get there in the end.

- You're mad.
- Look at where it's got you already.

A critical stage in your journey
is within your grasp.

Home Sec, baby.

What? You actually...
You actually believe this shit?

You think that data witchcraft
can decide who runs the Home Office?

It can decide who runs the country.

Consider Home Secretary
your grueling audition.

Fuck this.

After everything you put me through?

And my family?

I should be ramming your head
through that wall!

And yet you're not.

Your popularity is on the rise, Isaac.

While poor Rowan Gill's...

Well, there's work to be done.

Your trusty SPAD will fill you in.

So... so... you expect me
to collude in this fuckery?

I thought you didn't need me anyway.
You built your own version of me.

Who? Digi-Zac.
I've enjoyed working with him,

but I'm thrilled
you're ready to take over.

The hell makes you think
I'm going to do that?

Why, the algorithm of course.

The algorithm sees the world
in all its complexity.

The algorithm

understands you, me,
and every segment of our society

better than we understand ourselves.

And it predicts, Isaac Turner,

that you will comply with this campaign
just as soon as it brings you success.

For with success, comes power.

And with power...

you can do all the good
you ever dreamt of.

Cars are outside when you're ready.

Catch some shuteye on the way back.

We need you fresh-faced for the press.

I didn't say anything.

What?

I didn't say yes.

You didn't say no.

Hello?

What you watching?

Home Sec looking silly?

All seems to have gone rather well,
don't you think?

So, what do you say? You in?

Yes.

Wonderful.

I'll be in touch first thing.

Sleep well, Isaac Turner.

It's been a long, discombobulating day.

But everything's falling
perfectly into place.

Every little thing.