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thank you for taking time this evening.

We knew that it will be a real challenge

getting you all into the
same room at the same time.

But it's been very productive.

So without further ado,

I would like to welcome
the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom,

Mr. David Adams.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I know that many people around
the country and indeed in this room…

rely on information and communication
more than ever before.

For the specific purpose
of intelligent automation…

from the CEOs of online retailers

to directors
of A.I.-driven investment firms

to automotive designers and many more.

I know that you rely on the sharing of
personal data to do this most effectively.

In the past,

we as a society and former governments

have been reluctant to share
any more data than we needed to,

and with a lack of understanding
that was to be expected.

But we have moved on since then.

Today, I stand with technology

and I'm determined to ensure

that while I am still Prime Minister,

companies such as yours are able to retain
the access,

which I fought for in Parliament,

to all the data you need
to serve the public properly.

Before newspapers were invented,
nobody was crying out for them.

Before the internet arrived,
nobody realized they needed it.

And so it is now…

with the sharing of personal
data sensitively and securely

for the benefit of the people.

I support it, and this new bill
will ensure that data remains open

to be shared for the benefit of everyone

in ways that we are only just beginning
to understand.

Thank you.

Thank you very, very well.

-Well done.
-Great to see you.

Thanks for coming.

Thank you.

Hey, thank you.

Great to see you. Thank you.

How are you? Good to see you.

Hi, how are you?

Good to see you.

Thanks for being here.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

We love it.

Great to meet you.

Crazy music.

Hey, superstar.

Daddy!

You okay? Stick with Brian.

Madam Secretary. How was it?

Not a bad speech, David.

The live polls suggest we're down,
but that was to be expected after

the speech you gave in the House
this afternoon.

Yes. That was always going to happen.

Thank you for supporting me publicly
in the House earlier.

David, you know my feelings
about the whole sharing data issue,

but as home secretary, you know,
I'll support you all the way.

And I appreciate the support
both publicly and in private.

Daddy, I'm tired.

I just want to go home.

I know, darling, but I've got to speak
to the press and a bit more work to do.

Can you hold on a bit longer?

Then we'll go home and see Mummy.

-I'm tired.
-Sir we really need to be moving.

I'll take her home if you like.

It's on my way.
And I'm sure Sarah won't mind.

It's in my house. I…

-don't think that's appropriate.
-David.

This thing between us…

nobody knows.

Okay, so Sarah doesn't know,

but I've taken her home before.

Yes, but back then, we weren't.

David, I'm offering to take
your daughter home, not kidnap her.

And then, later on…

when you're done,

I can come over.

Okay. Yeah.

Let's do that. Take her home.

-If you don't mind.
-Sure.

Sir. Stand by.

Come on, Evie.

Night, Evie. Sleep well.

I'll see you later.

Sir.

That's good.

All calls, look alive.

We do prefer if you
don't use that feature for safety reasons.

Relax, what's the point in having
a totally self-driving car

if I can't use it to save me walking
any further in these heels than I have to?

There's a booster seat in here for Evie

for when we went out
for the day with David.

So you can just pop her in the back.

I'm so glad to have you guys here
for stuff like this.

I can't imagine being able to check
a seatbelt by myself.

-I'm sorry, Secretary.
-Don’t apologize.

It’s me that should look,
I'm just tired. It's been a long day.

I'll never get used to that.

Oh, fucking mess.

Hi, Sarah. How are you?

Here's your daughter.

I'm back to the office
to go fuck your husband.

Oh, a fucking mess.

This isn't the right exit.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Fuck!

Shit!

Fuck!

Hello?

Hello, Stella.

Who's this?

Oh, we'll get to that.

Look whoever you are. I need your help.
Look, I'm driving along--

Driving along the A5, Southbound
back towards Central London after turning

around at Staples Corner.

Who the fuck is this?

Stella, you need to listen
to me very carefully.

As you may have noticed, your car is
not as responsive as it should be.

What the fuck is going on?

Oh, my. Your vocabulary is so colorful

when you're not reading off
a teleprompter.

Do you know who I am?

Oh, I know everything about you, Stella.

Much more than you think.

Which is why we're having this little
chat.

Fuck you. I'm calling the police.

Are you quite finished?

What the fuck do you want?

Oh, right to the point.

Back to the Home Secretary act

we all get to see on TV every day.

Okay, then let me tell you,

you're driving one of the
most advanced, autonomous,

self-driving, capable vehicles ever made.

Well, you were,

because now I am driving it.

This car with it' self-driving,
self-steering,

self everything is all connected
to your phone,

and a simple part-time hacker like me

with enough time and incentive sees
that as a massive opportunity.

So with a little work and a lot of help
from data sharing,

thanks to your government,
I was able to hack into your phone,

and now your car, and I have
complete control over the whole vehicle.

Oh yeah, you can try, but the
steering motor is controlled by me

as is the accelerator, the
brakes, the door locks, the lights,

and even the interior camera.

Camera. What camera?

Oh, you didn't know about the camera?

It's called the cabin camera.

No, not there. Just a little higher right
there above the rearview mirror.

They say it's for safety,
but it works out just handy for me

as it means I can see you… and Evie.

Oh, that's right,
you were a bit wrapped up

in your own little world there to remember
that you had the Prime Minister

of the United Kingdom's only child
in your back seat.

Boy, the pressure you're under right now.

What do you want?

Well, back to it again.
I like that about you.

You are to the point.

No bullshit.

Well, on the outside, at least,
we'll see how honest

you're prepared to be tonight,
though, won't we?

Look, if it's money that you want,
I can pay you.

Do I sound like I want money?

I want to talk.

Talk? Talk about what?

You're holding me
and a young child hostage.

Exactly.

You and I find ourselves
in a unique situation.

So let's enjoy the moment.

Have you fucking mind like this is insane?

Just let the girl go, okay?

And then. And then you and I,
we can talk as much as you like.

You know I can't do that, Stella.

If I stop, my entertainment
for the evening would be over.

Entertainment?
Is that what this is to you?

A fucking game?

It's all a game, Stella. You know that?

Like the games you play
in Parliament every day with the lives

of the people of this country.

The games you play behind closed doors
with bullying going on in Downing Street

and the games you play
with people's lives.

What games?

Oh, you know exactly what games.

Who is this?

I did wonder how long it would take you
to ask that again,

but I'm not going to tell you just yet.

I want you to figure it out for yourself.

Look, if it's money that you want,

I can pay you.

I can. I can get you as much as you like.

I don't want your money.

You just need to name your price.

-I said I don't want your fucking money.
-Okay? Every--

This isn't about money.

Okay.

Then just tell me what you want.

I just want you to sit
for now so we can talk.

Please don't hurt Evie.

Stella. Unlike you, I'm not going
out of my way to hurt people.

And as long as you do exactly what
I say when I say it,

Evie will remain completely unharmed.

Okay,

then tell me what you want.

Wonderful. I was so hoping you'd be keen
to get involved.

I've been waiting for just the right time
to do this.

And when it turned out that you were

taking the Prime Minister's daughter home
in your car,

I knew that this was my opportunity.

How did you know that?

I know more than you realize.

You've had this plan for a while.

Well, a version of the plan.

Some of it I'll just have to see.

You know, how the moment takes us.

You know, wing it.

Wing it?

This is my life you're playing with.

Now, now I'm the one in control here.

I ask the questions and I'll decide
what we talk about and when.

So let me start by explaining the rules.

Firstly, you're going to do exactly
what I say.

And when I say it, if you don't,

I will drive this car at its current
speed into the nearest wall.

They're going to have to scrape
your bodies off the wall with a shovel.

Oh, my God.

Secondly, if you do anything to try
and stop me or prevent me

from playing out the evening the way
I want it to, then again,

I will drive this car into a wall.

You bastard.

Do you need me to demonstrate further?

You're fucking insane.

Insane. Oh, I don't think so.

Angry, clever.

The first to crack into a self-driving car
system and use it as a weapon, yeah maybe.

A weapon? A weapon against who?

Who are you trying to hurt?

That's up to you.

How is that up to me?

How cooperative you are decides on if

we use your car as a weapon on you

or on others.

This is very much a "you" not a "we".

Yet this is very much your car

and legally you're in control of the
vehicle by sitting in the driver's seat.

If anything happens,
it's all legally your responsibility.

You see, the law hasn't caught up
with technology yet as usual,

so anything that happens will be on you.

So what happens when we get
to where you're taking us?

No, don't worry about that.

We don't have to stop.

I mean, I can go on all night,
or at least until the batteries die,

which at this speed is around five
and a half hours from now.

Who is this?

I ask the questions, not you.

Okay, we've got a little bit of time,
so let's talk.

July 16th last year,
you and the Prime Minister.

This is a government thing.

Okay, well, then you need to take it up
with Parliament or write to your local MP.

But you can't do this to me.
To a child.

I never said it was a political thing.

Okay, then what?

Let me finish.

July 16th last year,

you and the Prime Minister
were at a garden party. At that party,

you and he disappeared
for around 20 minutes only to reappear

looking slightly red faced.

How did you… Were you there?

I told you. I asked the questions.

That's what this is about.
You're a fucking reporter.

Stella, I'm really disappointed in you.

Is that what you think I am?

Some kind of reporter from
the gutter trash tabloids?

Okay. If not reporter, then what?

Guest?

No, not a guest. Keep trying.

Don't know…

Did you…

Did you work at the event?

No. Stella, I wasn't working
for the event.

Think someone a little closer.

Fuck.

What job did you do?

Well, if I told you that,
you'd guess right away.

Okay,

how long have you been doing the job?

Twelve years this Christmas.

Some good times until it all went to shit.

What happened?

You and the Prime Minister happened.

How did that affect you?

It wasn't me that was directly affected
by what you did. Not at first.

Don't you want to know what happened?

Yes. Tell me.

A friend of mine was fired.

You must remember her.

What's her name?

You tell me her name.

She was the Prime Minister's private
secretary.

Yeah, I remember her.
The… the redhead girl?

Yes, Stella. The redhead girl.

Now tell me her name.

I can't…

Was it… Kyra?

Katie?

Come on, Stella.

You saw her every day
or don't you remember the little people?

It was "C" something.

It was Courtney. Remember that.

Courtney.

What's that?

Don't answer that phone, Stella.

Stella, do not answer that phone.
You understand?

It's David. We can sort this out.

Do not answer.

Stella.

Okay.

Okay, I won't answer.

Where was that phone?

It was in my bag.

But you didn't get it from your bag
when it rang.

Stella.

Okay, I'd already got it from my bag.

Naughty, naughty. I'm going to have
to keep a close eye on you.

Leave her alone.

Why, what's wrong with her?

She's sleeping.

Evie, it's over. Wake up.

I said leave her. She's sleeping.

I made sure of that.

You…

You what?

I arranged for a little something to help
her sleep while we go through this.

Nothing sinister, but a child
doesn't really need to see or hear

all the sordid details of what her father
has been up to.

What did you do to her?

I just arranged for a little sedative,
that's all.

You're a fucking monster.

That's why she was so sleepy at the event.

So you were there tonight?

Maybe I was. Maybe I wasn't.

We'll get to that.

In the meantime,
I think I want you to call David back.

Why?

We can use this to our advantage.
I always knew we'd involve them somehow.

But now you've given me the perfect
reason.

You're fucking insane.
You'll rot in prison for this.

Oh, I don't think so.

You know, I've got enough on
the Prime Minister to keep me quite safe,

so enough stalling.

Let's call him back.

First. The rules.
You do exactly what I say.

You keep him on speakerphone,
and don't try anything stupid.

Yeah, yeah. You'll drive us into a wall

Do it!

Stella, are you okay?

What's happening? How's Evie doing?

David, look. Something's happened, okay?

Someone's taken control of the car.

What?

What do you mean,
someone's in the car with you?

No, someone's--

Someone's taken control
of it remotely somehow,

and it's driving itself.

Or he's driving? I don't know.

But he's threatened to--

Threatened? What do you mean, threatened?

You've been speaking to him.

-How?
-Yes.

He can hear me and see me and stuff
because the car has a camera.

Can he hear me?

Yeah, I think so.

I can hear you.

Good. Then you should know that this
is the Prime Minister.

And if you hurt this woman or this child
in any way,

then I will personally see to it

that you spend the rest of your life
in prison. Do you understand?

I understand.

And now there's something
you need to understand.

If you try to stop me from doing
what I'm doing,

or interject or involve your forges
or do anything at all to bother me,

then I will drive this car
into the Thames,

killing both the Home Secretary
and your daughter.

Please don't talk about my family.

Oh, I know all about your family.

-He knows you, David. Okay? He knows--
-Stella, don't test me.

Okay, tell me what you want.

Okay. Whatever it is,
we can get it or work it out.

I'm here to help. I want to help.

To help? You can't help.

You do nothing but ruin lunch.

All I want you to do is suffer as I did.

Don't fold anyone.
Don't call anyone or alert anyone.

Or the authorities,
and these two will be fine.

Being helpless in our control
is just what I need you to be right now.

And if anyone gets involved,
these two die.

Their lives are your responsibility.

Now. Stella, hang up the phone now.

Stella, I--

What? No. I love you?

Fuck you.

What's with the shit British accent?

Oh, just a little something thrown off
the scent, that's all.

I don't want to give
the game away just yet.

Okay.

That's all this is to you.

This is my life you're playing with, okay.

An innocent child's life.

You've been playing games
with people's lives for months, Stella.

You've destroyed lives for your own gain.

It's time to pay the price
for your games tonight.

What lives have I destroyed?

Courtney's! Mine! Even little Evie there!

How has anything I've done affected her.

You don't think you've been playing
with her life?!

What you've been doing?

In fact, your little trick
with your phone has helped me

with the next part of our game.

What now?

I want you to call Sarah.

Sarah?

This…

Isn't David's wife, Sarah.

That's right. The Prime Minister's wife.

Why would you want me to do that?

Well, I want you to tell her about you
and the Prime Minister.

What for?

Well, what's the saying?

Confession is good for the soul.

I think your soul could really do
with that.

I mean, why hurt her?

There's no way. There's no way.
I'm telling.

No, no.

You can just get David to do it, okay?
It's his wife.

Oh, so now this is all his fault?

Well, she's his wife, not mine.

It takes two to tango, Stella.

And you knew he was married long before
you started fucking him at work.

And anywhere else you could
when she wasn't around?

No.

Yes. I think this has worked out
quite nicely.

No! I'm not gonna fucking do it
and you can't fucking make me.

Stella!

Stella!

Stella! Stop this now!

I'm gonna die in here whilst
you play games with my life.

I'm warning you.

Oh, fuck off!

What are you doing?

Wait. Slow down. You'll kill us.

Okay, I'll stop. I've stopped.

I warned you, Stella.

Wait, stop!

Oh, my God! Shit! Stop!

Well, if you insist.

No. Yes, please.

We need your help. Okay?

We're trapped in here.
There's this man, and he's…

No, I can't.

Please help us.

She got a kid in the back.

Shit, they can't hear me.

Help us! We can't!

-We're trapped in here!
-Get out of the car!

Fuck.

You need to make them go away, Stella.

How can I do that
if they can't fucking hear me?!

They need to go away, Stella.

-Fuck!
-I can make them go if you want me to.

Get the fuck out! I said get out, bitch.

Fuck!

Say the word, Stella. I can end this.

Yes, make it stop! Make it stop!
Make it stop!

What the fuck did you do that for?

You told me to make them go away.

I meant, open the window or something.
Not hit another man. He was just a boy.

I don't like the way
you're talking to me, Stella.

I don't give a fuck what you like.

Okay? Maybe this will change your mind.

What will?

They're at my house. Oh, my God.

Yes. It looks like your brother
is still staying with you.

You know, he just can't get off
those drugs, Kenny. Poor guy.

Maybe it would be better
if I just took him out now.

No, no. Okay. Okay.
I'll do whatever you want.

Good. Now, maybe you won't try to fuck
with me again.

Now call the Prime Minister's wife
and tell her what you've done.

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell her
that you've been screwing her husband.

I want you to tell her the truth.

That it was you who instigated all this,
you who turned his head,

and he found it impossible to resist.

-No… You don't--
-You made it impossible.

Don't. For one moment play the victim.

You don't understand. It wasn't all me.

Okay?

Oh, do you want me to drive
through another person?

No.

-Do it now.
-Fine.

Stella.

Okay.

Put it on speaker.

Hello!

Sarah, it's Stella.

Oh, hey, Stell. How's things?

Don't tell me David's having
to work late again tonight.

But he's got you to make
the dreaded call to the wife.

Yes, something like that.

Is everything okay?

Stella, is David okay?

-Where's Evie? Is she all right?
-Yeah. No, Look, I'm…

Yeah, no, David's fine.
He's at Downing Street.

He asked me to bring Evie home.

Oh, all right. Okay.

-What time would you be coming home?
-Sarah, I need to tell you something.

Okay.

David and I have been…

David and I…

David and I've been seeing each other.

You've…

What?

We've been seeing each other.

Stella.

We've been fucking, Sarah.
Okay? We've been fucking!

I'm sorry, Sarah. I…

-Are you-- I don't…
-I didn't mean to.

-We--
-Who's that with you? Is that David?

No, it's not. It's…
It's someone else.

Why are you doing this?
Why are you telling me this?

Sarah, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for any of this to…

We didn't mean for any
of this to happen. Okay?

How long has it been going on?

Last year.

Last year!

But pretty much constantly since then.

At work. Away from work.

At your place.

But we're friends.

You come over for drinks.

We go out. You take Evie--

Where's Evie?

Where is my daughter?
Bring her to me now.

No. Better yet,
you tell me where you are

and I'll come to you.

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?
You call me like this out of the blue.

You destroy my life by telling
me you're fucking my husband.

And then you have my daughter.

But you won't tell me where you are.

Tell me where you are now
before I call the police!

Sarah, I can't.

Okay, look, something has
happened, all right?

And I have Evie with me in the car.

Let me speak to her. Now!

She's asleep.

Then wake her up.
I want to speak to her now!

She's fast asleep, Sarah.

Look, something has happened.

We were driving home,
and Evie's with me in the car.

-Oh, my God! Is she okay?
-No…

Look, she's fine, okay?
She's fine. But…

something has happened.
Alright? I need you to listen to me.

I'm in… I'm in trouble.

Stella.

Look… I've got this.

Who is that? Who's that with you?

It's… It's no one.
It's someone on the car phone.

Sarah, I need you to
listen to me. I'm in trouble.

If you don't bring my daughter back
here now,

-I will show you trouble.
-Sarah, I can't!

Okay? The car's been
hijacked or carjacked or something. But…

Evie's with me. But I'm not in control.

But… But listen… Okay?

You can't say anything
and you can't do anything.

As this guy has
threatened to kill me and Evie.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Listen, Sarah. Okay?
You need to listen to me, all right?

You can't tell anyone.
You can't say anything.

You can't leave the house.
You can't do anything. All right?

You need to trust me.

I will get Evie back to you.

But we need to do what this guy says
and not do anything.

-Do you understand?
-I…

Alright, Sarah? Can you hear me?

That's enough now. Hang up.

But stop--

Do you feel better now?

Not really. But hopefully, you do.

Me? Yeah.

I feel just great.
After destroying her life,

She was my friend.

I didn't make you destroy
that woman's life, Stella.

You did that when you took her
husband inside your body.

The fact you called her your friend

after doing that
makes what you did all the worse.

You did this to yourself!

I just helped you find honesty
and inner peace.

Save me the righteous bullshit.

You did this because you're a sick fuck,

who likes getting a kick out
of fucking with people's lives.

No. I did this because yours

and his infidelity
had already destroyed my life.

How did it destroy your life?

I told you earlier.

Oh, yeah.

Core.

Courtney!

Okay, yeah.
Okay, sorry. Core… Courtney.

How has she affected your life?

How "did" she affect me?

Did?

Yes, Stella, did.

Courtney is dead.

Dead?

What, did you kill her?

No, Stella, you did.

How…

How did I kill her?

I told you earlier.
Last July, at the garden party,

you and the Prime Minister were screwing.

Courtney mentioned it
to the Chief of Staff

because she was worried
that you were going to get caught.

Did you know
she got a disciplinary for that?

-Simply for trying to protect you?
-No.

-No, I had no idea.
-Yes, she did.

And she tried to protect you.

It happened again a few weeks later
at a garden party at Buckingham Palace.

And do you remember
what happened?

No.

She was fired.

She knew too much.

Someone else began
asking Courtney questions.

And instead of owning his infidelity,

the Prime Minister got her fired.

I didn't know that.

But that wasn't enough.
Oh, no. He had to go further.

Firing her was just a start.
To protect himself,

he totally discredited her.

He shamed her with her reason
for dismissal, cited as drug abuse.

She'd never done more than grass.

Unlike your lowlife kid brother,

who's never been
able to get off that stuff.

Leave him out of this.
He's got his own problems.

Yes, he has.

But his problems are his choice.

Unlike Courtney's.

She was fired, discredited, and disgraced.

Which meant nobody
would take her seriously.

She got fired from the
highest level of government

for drug abuse
and couldn't get any work anywhere!

I swear, I didn't know.

Can you imagine
what that does to a person?

Being discredited,

shamed for something
didn't do, and thrown out like the trash.

Last month, she couldn't take it anymore.

After months of being
labeled a substance abuser

and a mental health nut…

she took her own life.

She died alone with nothing.

Because of you and him.

I swear, I didn't know.

And that's because you don't care at all
about the people around you.

And that's why tonight,

I wanted to make you pay
for what you've done.

Look, I am sorry
for what happened to your friend.

I am. But…

this doesn't make you God.

Not God.

Just a voice of reason.

Shit!

Flashing lights.

Stay calm.

She's fine.

You better fucking hope so.

Thank God. They've gone.

I want you to call the
Prime Minister again.

I think we can all be
on first-name terms now.

You can just call him David.

I respect the rank, if not the individual.

Call him.

What could I possibly say?

I can't say anything
without you driving into someone.

Fuck! I can't believe you did that.

You did that. It's your car and you're in
the driver's seat. Remember?

Fuck you.

Let's call him so you can tell
him about your little chat with his wife.

-That should hurt.
-Oh, Jesus Christ!

Stella, are you okay?

Is it over?

Over? No, I'm still in the car.

He's still in control.

Okay. Tell me where you are right now.

-I'm… I'm driving west.
-No.

I can't say, David.

Look, I have to tell you something.

He made me call Sarah.

Oh, God.

Made me tell her about us.

What?

When?

A minute ago.

Has she not called?

No. Nothing.

What did you say to her?

Well, I said that we've been
seeing each other.

Jesus Christ, Stella!

Why would you say that?

-Well, I had no choice, David.
-This is my life you're ruining.

Your life?

I'm being held hostage in here, David.

With your daughter, by the way.

And you're worried that I told your
wife we'd been fucking.

You said that to my wife?

You fucking bastard.

That's not what I meant to say.

I just mean, why hasn't Sarah called me?

I told her not to tell anyone.

But maybe she's just working it all out.

All times at your house when
we've been screwing on the sofa.

And we told her we were working.

All this time at the office when
we were just fucking our way

through every room in Downing Street.

Stella, calm down, please. That's enough.

You know, I'm starting
to think this guy's right.

You know, maybe we should take
responsibility for what we've done.

At least, I know what
we did was wrong.

You can't seem to comprehend it.

But I am a single woman.

You're a married man,
and you took your vows…

and you broke them.

So, this is all my fault?

This is all happening because
you've got your private secretary fired!

I didn't know any of that.

He says you shamed her,

and that's why she's dead.

And if that's true, well,
then, maybe you do deserve this.

Stella, let's be reasonable.

Reasonable?

Fucking reasonable!

David, do you hear yourself?

I know I have my part
to play in all this, David,

but at least,
I know what we did was wrong.

You can't even seem to comprehend it.

You're right, aren't you? Again.

Do you remember what you said to me when
we first started seeing each other?

You said that your marriage was strained

and that you and your
wife have become distant.

That you never make love anymore.

Do you know
what she said to me over wine?

She gave a very different side
of the story.

One when you were pretty
much getting it every fucking night.

Every day with me
and every night with her.

-Look, I--
-Of course, I didn't want to say anything

because I didn't want to believe

that I was just some meat puppet for you
to fucking flirt with during the day

before going home to enjoy what
you had with your wife at night.

I thought we had something, David.

We did. Stella, we did.

There it is.

Did.

I was useful to you
until your wife found out.

And then we became a "did."

That's not what I meant.

-No, fuck off!
-Stella, we do!

Fuck.

Can I call him back?

I don't think so.

No, I can't leave it like that. I should…

I shouldn't have said that.

Oh, I think it was perfect.
More than I could have wished for.

My life is not some
toy for you to destroy.

Like Courtney's was for you?

Right now, that's exactly what it is.

No, I'm calling him back.

Do not call him back.

-But--
-No, buts.

Throw it out the window.

What?

Throw it out the window. Now!

Before I end that little girl's life
along with yours.

Help, please! I'm trapped.
I'm stuck here with a maniac!

Bastard.

You fucking bastard!

Calm down. We don't need hysterics right
now. I'm trying to drive.

I did tell you that if you try
to do anything, that I'll kill you.

And you're lucky that I'm
feeling forgiving right now.

But your chat with the Prime Minister
seemed almost genuine.

And maybe you finally
started to understand

the hurt you caused other people like me.

Oh, believe me, I still want to hurt you.

Oh, I do love
that fiery streak in you, Stella.

That's what the public loves, too.

And why the papers are even tipping you
to be the next Prime Minister.

Well, that is, they did love you.

I'm not sure how they're
going to feel after finding that

you and the Prime Minister have been…

You're still going public with it,
aren't you?

You are responsible for Courtney's death.

And while you seem to have
at least a slither of remorse,

he doesn't really seem to have
understood what he's done.

And doesn't seem sorry for it,

which doesn't leave me much choice.

Arsehole.

Oh, him or me.

Him and you,

both of you.

I just… I just wish…

Go on.

I just wish it was him and me,
and that it could have been different.

He's just married to someone else.

So, if you want something
that belongs to someone else,

you just take it for yourself?
That's called stealing, Stella.

"Stealing Stella." I like that.

You're actually tapped in the head.

Well, what can I say?
I'm a fan of alliteration.

I'm sure the press will
run with that one, though.

Stealing Stella quits his home
secretary in exposé over affair with PM,

which leads to secretary's death.

You should write for the press.

Then you be where you belong.

In a gutter with the other rats.

Very colorful, Stella.

I think there's a post-government
career in writing for both of us.

I shouldn't have left it like that though.

I mean, to have his daughter in here
trapped with a maniac.

If only you'd been this
sympathetic to people's feelings

before now maybe none of
this would have had to happen.

Yeah.

It's a bit late for that now.

Can I get a vehicle check, please.

Pleates for a Bentley.

Roger that.

Yeah.

So, what happens now?

We're getting close now.

Are you just going to drop
Evie back at Downing Street

and then you and I can go home
and have a good night's sleep?

I think you know that's not going
to happen, Stella.

So, what then?

Not long now, you'll see.

I don't want to just see.

I'm in it now. And it's not like
I have control of any of this.

So what is the harm in
telling me your master plan?

Or is that it?

You don't actually
have a plan at all.

You want to seem like
you're in control, but actually,

you're just as clueless as to
what's going to happen next as I am.

Because that's not a bad thing.

That just… That shows that
you're not really a bad guy.

Actually, you're a good guy,

whose friend just got some bad luck

and that is not your fault.

What happened with me and David…

It shouldn't have
affected anyone.

Courtney. Not Sarah. Evie and not you.

And…

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry…

how I got you involved. I am.

But…

if you stop the car, if you stop this,

if you just let Evie go,

we can make it right somehow.

Make it right?

Make it right?!

And how do
you suppose we do that?

By rewinding time of you
and him being unfaithful,

or by bringing Courtney
back to life

or telling Sarah that we were just having
a little joke at her own expense tonight

and making up a story? While you
cried about her husband and you?

No!

This cannot be made right!

It cannot be undone.

We are riding this
rollercoaster until the end,

no matter how it turns out.

You made your bed when you
got into the Prime Minister's.

I made mine
when I turned my little hobby into this.

And now we both have to
pay for what we've done.

You call hijacking a
car remotely a hobby?

It's something that interested me.

I trained in computing,
actually, as part of the training.

I had to learn how to bug
and hack things.

I found it fascinating.

Especially as technology has grown, cyber
security has grown massively,

but so then have the cracks
in the systems.

And then, when Courtney died,

I wanted to avenge her.

So, I decided to see if a car that could
be remotely accessed by a phone

and that can drive itself
could possibly be hacked.

And it took me a few
weeks to figure it out,

but tonight seemed right

when I found out the added bonus

that you had the daughter
of the Prime Minister with you.

And that's when you drugged her.

Stella, please. I didn't drug her.

I just gave her something
to help her sleep.

Which must have meant
that you were close by.

What sector did you say you worked in?

I didn't say.

Are you going to say?

I work for

the Royalty and Specialist Protection
Division of the Met's Protection Command.

You're security.

Downing Street, Special Security.
And you were there tonight.

I was.

And I saw you and the Prime
Minister touching each other, too,

in view of the general public.

You know, the prime minister of
the country should conduct himself

with a little more respect for
the office he holds than that.

Patriotic till the end.

Well, someone has to be.

Shit.

Flashing lights. They're…
They're here for me this time.

Fuck.

They're gonna think I hit that guy.

Just relax.

That's easy for you
to say you're not here.

If they stop me, you to claim
responsibility for what you've done?

Like you did, you mean?

Oh, fuck.

You've got to stop the car.
Stop the car now. Stop it now.

They won't do anything. Not yet.

We're not stopping for a police car?

This is going to get a lot worse
for you if you don't stop the car.

The police were always
part of the plan, Stella.

This just means we've
started the next level.

Oh, my God. We've got to stop for them.
They're going to run us off the road.

You're used to having a police escort.
This should make you feel at home.

Used to escorting me, not chasing me.

Does it make you feel good?

Does what make me feel good?

Well, being escorted around
like you're something special.

I mean, it must make you feel
so important.

And all the while, us mere mortals
are expected to get out of your way.

I work for the government,
I can't help that.

You yourself don't have an escort.

But you insist on traveling with the
Prime Minister who does get one.

So, is it because you wanted
to spend time with him?

Or was it to massage your own ego

by being around him and in his bubble?

Was it the man or the
position that you wanted?

Are you saying that--

That you'd fuck anyone in his position
just so you can feel and act important?

Yes, that is what I'm saying.

I'm going to fucking…

You're what? You're what?
You're going to what, get me for this?

You don't even know who I am.

You never bothered to notice the
little people around you,

but you didn't realize

it's all those little people that
you're standing on the shoulders of.

And when they're not there,
it's a long way down, bitch.

I'll find out who you are.

Not if you're not alive to find out.

You pushed me to that, Stella.

As I said,
I don't want to have to kill you.

But I will if I have to.

Looks like we got
some more company.

We have to stop the car.

They're going to kill us.

That's been your plan all along, isn't it?

Get them to do it
so you don't have to.

If that happens, due to the aspects out of
my control, then that's just that.

Out of your control?
It's out of your control.

You're doing all of this to me, to Evie,

and now to the police as well.

Just stop the car. Fuck!

What are you doing?

Are you letting me go?

Wait,

no.

Not again. Not again.

I'll do anything. Please don't hurt him.

Please slow down.

Do and say exactly
as I say or I'll mow him off the road.

Yes, yes, okay.

Exactly as I say. You understand?

Yes!

Excuse me, sir.

I have a child with me in the car.

I have a child with me in the car.

Okay.

And I have a gun.

What I'm not saying that.

Well, let's start with the dog.
Come here me, boy.

No… Okay, fine. And I have a gun.

Shit.

The police are going to stop you.

The police are going to stop you.

And you have to tell them
that I am the Home Secretary.

You have a child in the car…

And I have a child in the car
belonging to the Prime Minister.

And that you have a gun.

And that I have a gun.

Which you will use…

Which I will use if any
attempts are made to stop me.

Tell them they need to keep a distance.

Tell them they need to keep a distance.

Or I will kill us both.

Or I will…

Stella!

Or I will kill us both!

You did well, Stella.

You saved that man's life.

Don't you feel good about that?

You didn't give me much choice.

Well, you could have been selfish
and screamed for help,

but you saved him and Evie too.

Maybe you're not the egomaniacal
bitch I thought you were.

Maybe there's really a soul
inside you somewhere.

And maybe you too.

You could have killed him. If you didn't.

You could have killed us
by now, and you haven't.

So, maybe you're not as capable
of this as you thought either.

And that's okay.

You know, it's not too late.
You can stop this.

Stella, you know as well as I do that
that's impossible.

It's not impossible. Okay?
You might have to do some, but…

It's what happened to
your friend worth all of this?

She was more than my friend.

Courtney and I had been dating
for six months before she was fired

and her life ruined by you.

Unlike you, we were both free and single.

We were in love.

But after what happened,

I had to watch her struggle and fall apart

as she crumbled into the shell of herself.

She was a good person.

But you ruined her reputation.
Her mental health and her life.

And I went to see her one day after
working to protect the Prime Minister.

And I found her in the bathtub.

She had cut her wrists.

Oh, my God.

I'm so--

So… So what? Sorry?

Sorry is no good.

There's no going back now.

When you start abusing your
position to sleep with the Prime Minister,

it was a slippery slope that
was always going to end like this.

I believe everything happens
for a reason and I am your reason!

I am your judge and jury,
and I find you guilty.

I'm sorry.

Turn around so I can see you.

I'm just looking at the police cars.
They're backing off.

Stella, turn around. Now.

I'm just looking alright.

Then use your mirrors. Turn around.
Don't play games with me.

I'm going to check Evie.

I said don't fuck with me, Stella!

Look, I get your piss with me, but
this has nothing to do with her, okay?

Let me check her to
make sure her seatbelt is right.

What's that noise?

I'll take care of that.

Was that you?

It was. You're welcome.

Leave it off.

What?

Leave it off.

Why?

It will add a little drama
to the occasion, a little risk.

I don't mind Evie buckling up, but
you deserve to have to take the risk.

My feet are killing me. Do you
mind if I please take my shoes off?

Well, I wouldn't want
you to be uncomfortable

and not pay attention to how
the rest of this evening is going.

Hello? Stella, hello?

Better?

I said is that better?

We've got some way to go yet. And I
certainly want you to be comfortable.

Some way to go. So, you know
where you're taking us then?

Yes, I do.

I want it to be a surprise

when we get there
so we can take the scenic route.

The scenic route?

It's not very scenic
being chased by a single police car…

-Listen… It's London.
-through West London by Parliament Street.

-Parliament Street.
-Where we are isn't important

it's where we're going that matters.

And where are we going?

We're going to drive right
through Leicester Square.

I'm going to make sure
bodies bounce off this car

like human popcorn bouncing into the air.

That would certainly create a spectacle.

And why hurt any more innocent victims?!

I have nothing to lose anymore.

You took the woman I love from me,

and it's not every day one gets
to enjoy this level of control.

You're only in control
whilst you have us alive?

You need us!

I don't need anything anymore.

Oh, yeah?

So, it wouldn't matter if
that police car came back.

It wouldn't matter if every police car

and available helicopter came back.

Because you need us alive
to play your game, huh?

What matters…

is who stops the car.

You or the police.

They can't stop you.

It's too dangerous to try and stop you.

They can't box you in as I'll accelerate.

And this car has a lot of power.

The only way to stop you is to
stop you themselves, with force.

But with a child in the
car and you unbuckled,

that's only going to
end with fatalities.

Oh, yeah.

But they know that I've got
the prime minister's daughter

and they think she's
being taken hostage.

So they'll try
and stop me in any way they can.

But that's… That's okay

because Evie is seatbelted
in as safely as can be.

They don't need to worry about that.

They just need to stop the car.

They don't need to worry about
me. They just need to do it now.

Thankfully, they won't just do it now.

Too much red tape, too much paperwork.

To them, you're just another criminal,

which this damn city
is full of these days.

The difference with you is that you
have a golden goose in the backseat,

which means you're untouchable.

Nobody's untouchable.
Not me and not even you.

Do you really believe that?
You don't even know who I am?

No.

But David will.

And when he finds out
that you're really American,

he'll soon figure it out.

And make you pay for what you've done.

Stella, I'm happy
to pay the price for my sins.

That's what this is all about.

But I won't be judged by a spineless man

who was voted into a position
only because the other options

were even more corrupt
and untrustworthy than he was.

I will be judged only
by a higher cause.

That's what this is.

Some religious bullshit.

You're here to redeem me
of my sins by running me

and a child into a crowd of
people in Leicester Square.

Oh, yeah. I bet your god's
really happy with you.

Someone needs to hold
you accountable for the death

and the corruption you've caused
this government and this country.

This country? What do you even care?
You're not from here.

I care because it's my home.

I was born here. Raised in America.

Oh, yeah. America is the land of
the free and the home of the brave.

But Britain is the land of hope and glory.

I had hopes for this country and this
government. In which I chose to work.

But you and the Prime Minister
took a crap all over that.

So, now I get to bask in the
glory of watching you two crumble

just as my own life has.

It looks like they've
chosen the foolish option.

Time to step it up a gear!

Don't even think about it.

If they want to play this
game, it has to be played fairly.

They're definitely playing the game now.
They need to hurry up, though.

We'll be at our final destination soon.

They need to act now!

If only they could hear you
and your running commentary.

Turn around so I can see you.

Fuck you. You can control the car,
but you can't control what I do in it.

Is that so?

Yeah. That's right. That's right!

Show me how scary you are.

They got to stop one way or another.

So you either have the
balls to do it

or just let them stop.

I'm staring death in the face

and there's nothing more dangerous
than a person with nothing to lose!

So, do it now before it's too late!

Before what is too late?

-Hurry!
-Stella, before what is too late?

Police! Just do it!

They blocked the road.

This isn't a chase.

This is an escort!

-Please do it now.
-Stella!

They didn't do it.

Please just do it now!

Stella, what did you do?

I took your control away.

That's what I did, you sick fuck!

You've been outplayed, outmaneuvered.

You may be at my house…

but you're not in control anymore.

You're just a player
in your sad little game!

I'm warning you, Stella.

Oh, I've listened to your warnings.

I've listened to all your
self-serving, self-redeeming bullshit

about wanting good.
But all you've brought is bad!

You're just a fucking monster.

An asshole who just wants revenge.

Well, you know what you can do?

You can go fuck yourself!

Stella!

Hang on, hang on.
I think we can see movement in the car.

One female.

We need to get the kid out.

Yes.

Get out of the car now! Put your hands up.

-Come out! Now!
-I am not…

I don't have a weapon. This is a mistake!

Get out of the car now!

Very slowly!

-No. please! Listen to me. I…
-Boys, move!

I am the Home Secretary

and I work for the government.

Leave the weapon on the floor.
Out of the car!

-Please, you're not listening.
-Get out now!

I'm unarmed!

Hands off the weapon.
Get out of the car, slowly.

Move!

-Okay, please.
-Get out!

Slowly!

Okay.

Please.

Please.

Help.

It's okay. Ma'am.

Secretary Simmons, please.

Target is acquired.

I'm Mark. I'm part of the Prime
Minister’s RASP security.

-Are you okay, ma’am?
-Evie.

We'll take care of it.

We'll take care of it.

There's a girl in the back.

Make sure the paramedics are ready.

How did you…

Stand back!

Your phone.

It's going to be okay. Nothing major.

The Prime Minister shared it
with all the services.

He heard your instructions and we stopped
you the safest way we could.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, of course, sir.

Here you go.

Stella?

Stella.

I'm so sorry. They said it was the only
way to get you out alive.

Are you okay?

Don't… worry about that.

He's at my house.

The guy who did it is at my house now.

I know, I know. I heard you.

There's a team on their way now.

Don't worry. We're going to get him.
Are you okay?

Evie.

David, I'm…

She's fine.

And you?

I think I'm okay.

How long?

Okay. Do whatever it takes.

Yes, I do.

Stella, listen, we're two minutes out.
Don't worry. We gonna get him.

David, he said he worked for you, and…

And he has an American accent.

Okay, just concentrate for now on you.

You're safe. Okay?
I've told him they need to take you in.

I'll make sure you get the
best possible care.

David…

Yeah?

We need to have a chat.

We need to…
We've got a lot to figure out.

We can't keep hurting people.
We've got to start thinking about others.

I know. You're right.

We will. But first,
you need to get checked out.

Promise me you won't leave until
the doctors do whatever they have.

Promise.

-How long?
-20 seconds.

Okay.

Okay, Stella, they're close now.

I'll put the comms on the speaker.

Get down!

-Get on the floor now!
-Get down!

Stop!

-Suspect down! Suspect is down!
-Stella, it's over.

I've got to deal with this.
I'll call you back.

No, David, I need to…
I need to see him. I…

need to see that sick fucks face!

Uh, okay, I'll try
to sort something.

Look, I've got to go.

I'll speak to you shortly, okay?

Come on.

Let's get you to the ambulance
and take a look at you. Okay?

Come on.

It's alright.

David, I'm in the ambulance now.

Oh, good. I didn't want you to
leave without saying goodbye.

How?

Well, it took me some time
to reach you on this number,

but I wanted to say how
much fun tonight was.

It was great playing with you.

They…

They shot you.

Please. Do you really think
I'm that stupid?

I wasn't at your house. That photo I
sent you. I took that photo days ago.

I just wanted
to have a little fun with you.

My brother!

They thought…

They thought my brother was you!

And now I think we're even.

We both lost someone we love.

Hurts, doesn't it?

You're going to pay for this!

And what have I done, exactly?

I was just on the phone to you.

I didn't wrongfully shoot
and kill your brother.

And it will take many months of

investigation to prove that I
hijacked your car.

And then many months,
probably years of lawsuits

from different companies
about how I was able to do it.

Now I, think this will quietly go away,

as will I.

Who are you?

Just tell me who you are.

You really don't notice the
little people around you, do you?

You should remember, it's
only been a couple of hours

since we were together in the
parking garage at the gallery.

There's a booster seat in here for Evie

for when we went out
for the day with David.

So you can just pop her in the back.

I'm so glad to have you
guys here for stuff like this.

I can't imagine being
able to check a seatbelt by myself.

-I'm sorry, Sec--
-Don't apologize.

It's me that should. Look, I'm just tired.
It's been a long day.

Goodnight, Stella.

That was you?

You checked her seatbelt

because you knew what was going to happen.

That's right.

And it all went to plan.

You've reviewed your life choices,
and I've got the revenge I want it.

And now I'll get to disappear

in a fog of bureaucracy,
court battles, and red tape.

You'll never get away with this.

Oh, don't worry about me.
I can always go completely unnoticed.

That's a point of personal
security after all.

To be right there

with the biggest names in the
world celebrities, royalty, politicians.

But at the same time,

we have to be
completely and utterly invisible.

Not seen, not heard. Just there.

Those are the ones
you have to watch out for.

The ones closest,
who know everything about you

because they are the ones
who see the person underneath.

The rotting, poisonous
corpse beneath,

who needs security,
not from those outside,

but from themselves.

To stop them from destroying their lives

and the lives of
everyone around them.

So, from now on, Stella,

keep an eye out.

You never know who's watching.

Ready to take you to
task on your choices

-and on what you've done.
-Okay, Let's go!

-No. Wait!
-Let's go!

Goodbye, Stella.

I'll be watching.

Hello.

Hello, Prime Minister.