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Freedom of speech is a basic human right.

Big tech kills!

Get off! Get off of me!

(grunts)

(woman) Get off!

A strange accident, don't you think?

(Jack) Lonely way to go.

In the middle of all this nothingness,

he happens to trip and impale himself?

(Jack) He was alone.

He has distinctive tattoos on his legs.

And another one here, on his left arm.

The tattoos strongly suggest he is from Myanmar.

(Velvy) And one of the symbols...

Looks like it could be a police badge.

I am his wife. You with him?

Have you see this man?

The people we're up against. They don't know you're here.

-Much better it stays that way. -I don't care.

(breathes anxiously)

(Nikki) By stabbing himself with a stake,

he draws attention to the injection wound.

If the injection killed him and it didn't show up on the tox,

we're looking at a pretty sophisticated method of murder.

One purposefully designed to obscure the truth.

# Testator #

# Silens #

# Costestes #

# E spiritu #

# Silencium #

# Testator silens #

(suspenseful music)

(Nikki) Thanks for coming in at short notice.

Last night, I found something that could be

a significant development.

So I wanted to share it with you in person.

A second inspection of the body revealed a needle mark.

What do you think he was injected with?

Something that induced a cardiac arrest

that didn't show up in a standard tox.

Suggesting it was by design.

The lab are running fresh tests.

How did our victim make these kinds of enemies?

I mean, who was he?

Well, yesterday, we made our way back to the scene,

see if we could figure out a couple of things.

So, we think that he was transported briefly in a vehicle,

um, managed to get out and made his way onto the beach.

Right. So explaining the single set of north-to-south footprints

and the witness who heard screeching tyres

-from in front of the clubhouse. -Yup.

The stray button is spattered with blood.

(Nikki) Expirated blood is consistent with the broken nose.

(men grunting)

I compared the stray button to the buttons on the coat,

a visual match, plus they bear the same partial fingerprints.

Unlike the prints lifted from the phone,

these do not match our victim.

-Not his coat? -Not for very long.

The fingerprints and likely the coat,

belong to this man, Kenny Tate.

So our victim pinched his coat, maybe?

So what about the phone?

It's a cheap, pay-as-you-go one.

Um, there's impact damage,

and it won't charge so I'm cloning the data,

but it's not straightforward.

Can I see Tate's mugshot again?

(Velvy) Mm-hm.

(paper rustling)

Hi Kenny.

I'm DC Alice Kirk, you're not in trouble. Not at all.

I just need to know how this man came by your coat.

He was cold.

Said he'd just got here.

-What, to the town? -(Kenny) The UK.

Wasn't dressed for it.

He gave us twenty quid, I gave him a coat.

Okay: Thank you

(Alice sighs)

(foreboding music)

(doorbell ringing)

(Velvy) Ah, Nikki.

Just had the call with the Burmese Community Group.

Who helped with the tattoos?

One of them is a pathologist.

Says he knows you by reputation,

and if he can help identifying our John Doe, he's up for it.

Thanks.

(tense music)

(computer beeps)

(paper rustling)

(door squeaks open)

-(door closes) -Jack.

The tox results...

They were falsified.

What?

(Nikki) The lab just sent over expanded tox.

It shows he was killed with a fatal injection of insulin.

Insulin?

Explains the cardiac arrest, congested and oedematous lungs.

That's not all.

The results from the first tox screen are on the email chain.

Except they're not the results we received.

What do you mean?

I mean, he was negative for drugs and alcohol first time around.

Somebody doctored the results

once they arrived on the Lyell's server.

Who?

(DI Flynn) Who would do that?

There's something off with Shaw.

Come on. (scoffs)

Let's not jump to conclusions here.

(Jack) I'm not.

And yesterday, she was behaving strangely to say the least.

I asked if she was okay,

she said her son took his own life recently,

and she was upset about that.

And you didn't believe her?

I didn't know what to believe.

(Elinor chatters indistinctly)

(ominous music)

(exhales)

(DI Flynn) Elinor.

(sighs)

(sighs)

I don't want to go to a police station just yet.

I want to tell them why I did it first.

I think I owe them that, at least.

So due to your security clearance,

Counter-Terrorism have been informed of your arrest.

-They are on their way. -Yeah, I understand.

Do you know who killed our victim?

Injected them with insulin, no less?

Do you know our victim's identity?

I know the name by which he entered the UK two days ago

from Myanmar.

Htin Lwin.

And you think that's a false identity?

I've heard conflicting reports about who he is.

Was.

He told border control that he was in the UK

to attend an air conditioning trade fair,

but that wasn't true.

How did he get in, then?

I used my...

D-section clearance to secure his entry.

Why?

(DI Flynn) Why did you do that?

Because I was told it was the only way

I'd ever see my son again.

-You thought your son was alive? -That's what I was told.

Told by who?

Someone I met online...

whose daughter went missing in their gap year, too.

He said that Htin Lwin was behind it,

and that if I helped him get into the country,

then we could find out what happened to our children.

I followed Htin Lwin from the airport.

(Elinor) Now, we all know what happened next.

Where is my son?

Where's my son Adam?

-I know he's not dead. -(tyres screech)

(car engine revs)

(men grunting)

(groans)

Did this person tell you to lie your way into our investigation?

No.

I did that off my own bat.

But once he knew,

he wanted me to make you think that it was an accidental death.

So we didn't look too closely?

Elinor, what exactly happened to your son?

He went missing in Thailand.

His body... (clears throat)

...turned up a few weeks later, they said it was suicide.

They told me I couldn't formally identify him because his...

His body was too badly damaged.

But DNA results confirmed that it was my son,

but I refused to believe it. I...

(stutters) I couldn't believe it.

I started questioning everything.

Researching online.

(Elinor) I became obsessed with...

alternative rationales.

Conspiracy theories?

(scoffs softly)

Suicide as population control,

backpackers going missing in South East Asia,

DNA results being falsified.

I mean...

That's the trouble with the internet.

Whatever you're looking for, however crazy,

the algorithm just pulls you deeper and deeper in until you find it.

And if you want something badly enough...

And what did you find?

Oceanfloor.

Oceanfloor?

(Elinor) He was the one

whose daughter had gone missing during her gap year.

He-- He showed me proof.

He said he'd been to Thailand...

and had a source had placed my son in Myanmar.

He said he needed my help.

(indistinct chatter)

Just to clarify, when Oceanfloor made contact,

you were already researching suicide as population control,

missing backpackers?

That kind of thing. Yeah?

(inhales) Hm.

It's almost like he knew that? Built on it?

I was duped.

Or manipulated.

I'm sorry, but if DNA formally identified your son,

then I think it's unlikely that he's alive.

And this, in all probability, is some kind of fake.

(inhales deeply)

Htin Lwin had nothing to do with it.

Is there anything you can do to help us?

Anything to make this right?

Um, yeah.

The van that he was... (clears throat)

The van that he was taken in was a dark blue transit.

I-- I wrote the number down.

Um...

YI58 GWC.

Yeah, well, that was probably stolen.

But thank you.

(cars whooshing)

(doorbell buzzing)

-Oh. -(Nikki) Hello.

-(man) Come in. -(Nikki) Thank you.

-Dr Nikki Alexander. -Dr Emmanuel Moussa.

Hope I can help you find out more about your victim.

You helped me once a few years ago.

-I did? -Yeah.

Your paper on stair fall injuries

got me out of a tight spot in court.

-And where was that? -Back in Myanmar.

I first went over in '98, a rural vaccination programme.

Then disaster relief after the cyclone a few years later,

followed by six months in a mission hospital.

Then, well, after a while, I stopped coming back.

Ballistic injuries?

-Yeah. -Fairly recently sustained?

The Mangin Massacre.

They barely made it out alive.

Five days in a leaky fishing boat along the coast of Bangladesh.

I did the journey myself... after the coup.

It was tough.

Shall we?

This is DCI Sean Lawrence, Counter-Terrorism.

DI John Flynn. Hi.

Uh, it's just through there.

Your boss didn't take it too well.

No. He was the most deceived.

(Nikki) He was found on Fincham Beach.

(Dr Moussa) This is interesting.

It baffled me.

(Dr Moussa) An opium scraper.

-Scarring is months old, not years. -(groans)

(panting)

(scraper thuds)

(Nikki) And I found a grey thread in the wound.

Prestressed polyester and tactical weave.

The kind you often find in uniforms?

(Nikki) Mm.

That, and this tattoo made us think

that he might be a police officer

possibly serving with Division 6 unit.

I think you're right. I think he was a cop.

And I think he might've been at Mangin.

-What makes you say that? -Two things.

Division 6 was the unit responsible...

and these scars.

(woman 1 in Burmese)

(woman 2 in Burmese)

(woman 1 in Burmese)

(woman 2 in Burmese)

Just... give me a second.

Excuse me.

Hey, hey. (shushes)

(in Burmese)

(men speaking in Burmese on video)

(gunshot on video)

(Dr Moussa sighs)

Um... Dr Alexander.

I think we might have ID'd your victim.

What?

Her husband just got to the UK

and was supposed to meet with a man in Fincham Beach.

Do you have the headshot?

(Dr Moussa) Yes.

(Dr Moussa) Um...

(in Burmese)

(in English) I don't want to.

(shaky breath)

Do you recognise this man?

Htin Lwin.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(solemn music)

Counter-Terrorism are going to keep it in-house.

If Shaw's death is foul play,

it's without doubt linked to our case.

I'm not going to get anywhere near it now.

What about Htin Lwin?

He's still your case.

Well, so you confirmed his ID, then?

Provisionally.

As we suspected,

he was a serving police officer in Myanmar.

(Nikki) And apparently, he was at the Mangin Massacre,

after which he fled.

One of the bad guys, then?

His wife swears that he never fired a shot,

but there is footage that suggests otherwise.

More deepfake then?

I don't know.

Killing a Counter-Terrorism officer,

snatching Htin Lwin,

using a Home Office heavyweight as a pawn...

Who would have the clout and reach to do all this?

His trigger-happy coworkers, maybe?

I mean, he broke ranks.

Maybe they just decided to silence him?

Then they're not waiting for him to reach the UK to do it.

Or duping the likes of Elinor Shaw with top-shelf deepfake.

Exactly. This is someone big and powerful.

(sniffles)

He is my husband. Htin Lwin.

Thank you.

(sobbing)

(people speaking in Burmese)

(speaking in Burmese)

(gunshot)

(keyboard clicks)

I know my husband.

I know his soul.

And I know that is a lie.

It looks real but it's not.

It's...

It's a trick.

Why did Htin Lwin come to the UK, May?

He was meeting with a reporter.

He was going to put Htin Lwin on TV.

So he could tell the whole world the truth about the massacre.

It was social media.

It made them crazy.

It was mixed with lies.

Links to bad people.

(May) All the police in Western Myanmar were on it.

(in Burmese)

This reporter who was going to put Htin Lwin on TV...

What's his name?

Ian Fish.

(approaching footsteps)

I've accessed Htin Lwin's phone and I need May's help.

Yeah

He installed an encrypted messaging app three weeks ago,

but it's password-protected.

Right. Okay.

It's eight characters.

(suspenseful music)

(beeps)

The name of our son,

and Htin Lwin's old football shirt number.

Did you have a name for if it was a girl?

(beeps)

(chuckles) Okay.

Maybe we can pre-empt an address?

(Jack) Cornflower.

They're online.

Let me.

Yeah. Okay.

(keyboard clicking)

(Jack) "Don't appreciate radio silence."

"Risked a lot to help you. In UK?"

"In trouble?"

(Jack) "Told you not to trust Fish."

Ask them if they still want to help you.

(keyboard clicking)

"What's one thing we have in common, Htin Lwin?"

Wait, wait. That's...

That's...

That's a test.

(Jack) "He is dead. I am his wife."

Shit.

You have no idea who that was?

-(siren wails in distance) -(dog barking)

(beeping)

Thanks, I'll take it from here.

Do you want to see my warrant again?

(chimes)

(Elinor) If it's any consolation, you weren't the only one deceived.

My advice, trust no one.

(pensive music)

(exhales)

(foreboding music)

(camera shutter clicks)

(foreboding music swells)

(phone buzzing)

(Jack) Hey!

(guests yelling)

Please, please, sorry, sorry, sorry.

(thumping)

(groaning)

Something wrong with the lift?

(panting)

-Thanks for bringing him in. -You're welcome.

(Jack) Tell me something positive about the samples from the hotel.

Fingerprint scored a match on Interpol.

You know the way to a man's heart, don't you?

(Nikki chuckles)

His name or the alias Interpol know him by is Jan Boll.

He's a hitman working out of Luxembourg.

We checked the ports and the airport's feed

and facial recognition scored a 73 per cent match

on a man coming through Gatwick a week ago under an alias.

Seventy-three per cent?

I like those odds.

Boll went on to hire a car from an airport outlet

-(Jack) Uh-huh. Boll has a friend. -(Velvy) Mm-hm.

The BMW Sport they rented was seen

on a speed camera in Selby Garden Village this evening.

But only one of them can be seen in the car now.

(DC Kirk) And nothing says they weren't just passing through,

but I put a call through to local police anyway.

Okay.

They haven't picked up the BMW since,

but they have found the navy van that Shaw spotted.

And there's a body.

(DI Flynn) Did you help Htin Lwin get out of Myanmar?

Yes. And his wife May Lwin.

I sent them money to get the flights.

I did ten years as a foreign correspondent.

Yeah, May Lwin said you were gonna put him on TV

to help him reveal the truth about the massacre?

Was that ever a reality?

Yes, it was a reality.

So what changed?

Htin Lwin was killed with a lethal injection of insulin.

We almost mistook foul play for accidental death.

So we know these are serious...

intimidating people.

How involved were you?

What is this place? I mean, why am I here?

Why aren't I at a police station?

Come on, Ian. Who got to you, mate?

You haven't answered my question.

Show me your ID.

So I take it I'm free to leave?

Yeah, but you did assist a man coming into the UK

which resulted in his murder.

I mean, we could go to the station right now

and hand you over to Counter-Terrorism,

but I wouldn't be able to help you.

Or you can work with us to try and find out who killed Htin Lwin.

Here.

(DI Flynn) You know where to find me.

(police siren blares)

(ominous music)

No honour amongst thieves

Sorry?

Well, he nicked the van, didn't he?

(Nikki) Extensive thermal injuries.

We'll have to see if they hamper the investigation.

Significant damage to the clothing,

looks almost melted to the body.

(camera shutter clicks)

(camera shutter clicks)

(Nikki) There's a single gunshot entry wound

to the back of the head.

(Jack) But whose head?

Boll or his mate?

Cuts on his right hand and knuckles.

May Lwin said she heard breaking glass.

So Boll, I'd say, but DNA will confirm.

Maybe letting May Lwin escape sealed his fate.

Right. So we've got the body of the guy that we'd already ID'd.

Great.

(Jack) I don't know, Alice.

We got a goody bag here.

There is another gunshot wound to the back of his right leg.

(gunshot)

Nails of his right hand are broken

with possibly blood caught underneath

Right, so what are we looking at then?

Fight, flight then execution?

The post-mortem will hopefully confirm.

Broken vial.

(police siren blaring)

(sighs)

(suspenseful music)

Take a look at this.

Kaskade.

-Hm. -(Jack) Where you going?

(Nikki) Do you remember that robot, Felix?

How could I forget?

(Nikki) It was handing these out at ITechCon.

That's what I saw.

That's what I saw in the CCTV of the sports car,

an ITechCon parking permit on the dash.

So what?

Boll and the other guy were at the conference too?

Hey.

What if the app May Lwin referenced was also Kaskade?

(Nikki) What would that prove?

At the very least that they're crap at safeguarding their users.

(line ringing)

Dr Moussa, sorry to trouble you.

(Dr Moussa) It's okay.

I wondered if it was possible to speak to May Lwin?

If she's there.

(Dr Moussa) Huh.

I'll put her on.

(May) Hello?

May Lwin, the app that the police were all using

right before the massacre...

What was it called?

(May) Kaskade.

(tense music)

So you've written a ton of articles about the platform, Kaskade,

and that's why Htin Lwin got in touch, yes?

He believed the app was corrupted somehow,

that it was pushing his fellow officers into dark places.

I got that right?

Htin Lwin identified something in the way the app worked.

An algorithm designed to keep you scrolling and clicking

like all algorithms,

but this one was skewed in a certain way.

Skewed how?

It pushed their buttons.

Fed their anger, their worst fears.

And once it figured out those fears, it really went to town.

Pushing them to the darkest, most malign places

And if that includes a massacre, what?

(Gabriel) Kaskade doesn't care?

They care about the clicks, nothing else.

Each click is revenue,

and they're not about to waste it regulating content.

"Kaskade Incites Massacre". Sounds like a massive story?

Especially if you got Htin Lwin as your star witness?

They got wind of it when plans were already in motion,

to bring him back to the UK.

I had every intention of getting him

to as many newsrooms as possible.

So what did they do?

Blackmailed me.

Well, framed me, then blackmailed.

Sorry, Kaskade framed you? How?

How d'you think?

Deepfake.

(Ian) The most sophisticated I've ever seen.

They knew I had a drug problem once.

Been clawing my way back for years,

rebuilding all the bridges I burned down.

Okay.

They produced images of me, snorting lines,

shooting up, smoking crack, which I never did

but they were smart about it.

In what way?

The footage matched locations I'd spent time in,

lined up dates-wise.

They knew everything.

-Making it hard to disprove? -(Ian) Impossible.

And in some of the footage, I've got enough coke

to meet the supply threshold.

Prison.

Not just the end of your career, then?

Even if a year from now, I somehow found a way

to discredit the images,

technically or whatever, so what?

Mud sticks.

Once an addict, always an addict.

My career's over, and it's too late for me to start again.

So you sacrificed Htin Lwin instead?

I didn't know they were going to kill him.

We found evidence that someone else was helping Htin Lwin.

Htin Lwin mentioned someone online.

Cornflower, something like that.

He was cagey but I had the feeling it was an insider.

A Kaskade employee?

Or former employee.

I got the sense that they'd gone dark on him.

Cold feet.

I've seen a lot of wannabe whistleblowers.

They want to do the right thing.

-(door opens in distance) -Break ranks with the man.

But when push comes to shove...

(door opens)

Cornflower messaged back.

They want to meet.

(foreboding music)

May Lwin?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Htin Lwin was a good man.

Do I know you?

No. I work for the Lyell Centre.

We carried out the forensic work on Htin Lwin.

I heard your talk at ITechCon.

The one that was rudely interrupted?

Not as rudely as your security detail hit back.

My dad always said, "You are the company you keep."

Guess I didn't heed that too well.

Price you pay for making VP the right side of thirty.

Global Strategy Head, please.

I made VP two years in, less.

That doesn't surprise me.

The Kaskade love dissent until it comes their way.

Then they're not so keen.

And then it's a whole new ball game.

Does that game include murder, deepfakes, then blackmail?

(Sara) I'm going to expose them.

-Who and what they are. -Kaskade?

I can't let you get in the way of that.

You need to step back.

No, we want to help, not hinder.

We tie Htin Lwin's death to Kaskade,

that'll hurt them.

But we need you to tie Kaskade to the Mangin Massacre.

Two sides of a coin, but we need both sides.

If you want to take them on, you have to do it covertly.

Off grid.

Yeah, we knocked our server out.

It's a start,

but you have to go further.

Can you help us?

We do this together.

Isn't that why you made contact with Htin Lwin?

To help him?

(Sara) The two over there in the blue skoda.

-Are they with you? -Yes.

Police?

If you could take Kaskade down solo,

you would've done it by now.

No!

I go to the police. My fault.

My fault. Please. Please!

Please! For Htin Lwin.

(line ringing)

-(Jack) Hey. -Hey.

-How did it go? -Scared her off.

Well, I might have some consolation prizes.

I'm all ears.

The glass vial tested positive for insulin

and DNA from under Boll's nails is a match to a Roger Gallup.

(Jack) He's got a record?

No. DNA's on file

because he's a member of the Diplomatic Protection Group.

Wow. What happened?

No idea.

Just says he took early retirement and he's firearms-trained.

(Jack) He put it to good use taking out Boll.

Okay. See you soon. Bye.

Nikki.

I gave my contact at ITechCon a call.

Okay.

Explained we had someone who was at the conference

in our body store.

As I understand it, security, CCTV, entry accreditation

is laid on by the conference centre itself

That's useful

She got hold of conference security

and sent over the last day's CCTV with the rest to follow

That's good, isn't it?

(exhales) They know we're on to them.

-And they're fighting back. -How?

Ten minutes later, they called back.

Their entire hard drive's been breached and wiped.

It's all gone?

Well, no. We still have footage from the last day,

and our guys are on it.

(Gabriel) On the left we have Jan Boll.

(Nikki) That must be Roger Gallup in the middle.

Do we have any more on him?

(DI Flynn) Yeah, yeah, he emigrated to the Virgin Islands

about a year ago.

We're currently tracking his known associates

but he's probably gone to ground now.

On the right is Mark Foster, head of security at Kaskade.

(Jack) Last seen at ITechCon.

(Gabriel) We think Kaskade were worried enough

to crash the security company's server.

Cara.

(Gabriel) Did you make out what they are saying?

Did they say Htin Lwin?

(mouths)

It's difficult to see. Can we zoom in?

(interpreter on tablet) I think so.

It's still hard to know for sure.

We should bring in a forensic lip reader to take a look.

Just to clarify.

Someone who can testify in court.

If they have mentioned Htin Lwin by name,

then that would be pretty hard to explain away as a connection.

That could be used as circumstantial evidence,

couldn't it?

Possibly. Yeah

Keep your eyes on that charger. Go close on it, Velv.

(Jack) Stop.

Double USB Port.

Looks like the one I recovered from Boll's backpack.

Do you think we can get Foster's prints and DNA from that?

If we can, this would prove they were with Foster

the morning of Htin Lwin's death.

(Jack) It's doubtful with the fire damage,

but it's worth a shot.

(siren blares)

(doorbell buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

May Lwin's right.

We do this together.

Come in.

Have a seat.

(knocking on door)

(Jack) We got a visitor.

(Sara) Any new platform breaking into the market

has to have a thing,

and Kaskade's thing is what we call "rage fermentation"

in internal memorandum.

"Rage fermentation"?

It's all about the algorithm.

It finds out what riles you up.

I mean, what makes your blood boil

and then it feeds you more of the same.

Except that's not quite true.

It feeds you more of the same but worse.

Incrementally, darker, more twisted, more fucked up.

You like a post about your neighbour stealing a cow.

The next day, it shows you

one claiming he's stockpiling weapons,

then the next he's burning a factory down

and the next, he's killing your friends.

And that's what happened in Myanmar?

The day after, they were high-fiving in our office.

(Sara) I mean, they were proud.

Like they'd figured something out.

A difficult equation or a fucking Rubik's Cube.

An algorithm cooked up in Silicon Valley

was inciting genocide on the other side of the world,

in a country ruled by military dictatorship.

I mean, how cool was that?

What did you do?

I went to the CEO, I told him what I'd witnessed.

He's a good guy, or so I thought.

He gave me the old NRA

"guns don't kill people, people do" line.

-But applied to algorithms? -Right

But he said it was my perogative to take a different view.

(Gabriel) Prerogative.

Sorry. Inbuilt pedantry chip.

It's okay.

Numbers are my jam, not words.

(Mark) I spoke to a lot of people at ITechCon.

I'm not sure where you're going with this?

Did those people include Jan Boll and Roger Gallup?

(Mark) Not to my knowledge.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means those names are not familiar to me.

Sometimes, you don't catch somebody's name

if the music's loud or whatever.

So, plausible deniability then.

You think the truth's something you can buy,

don't you, Mr Foster?

I mean, you look at me with my-- my facts

and my evidence and you laugh. Don't you?

I think we're getting a bit philosophical here.

What if it was just you and the two of them in the bar.

You know, no music,

just having a proper conversation.

Intelligent man like you, I mean, you'd remember that.

I mean, it was only a week ago.

Perhaps if you told me who these two men are

or what they've done...

Right, so it might sort of help, you know,

jog your-- jog your memory.

Worth a shot.

Well, within hours of meeting you at ITechCon--

I dispute any such a meeting took place.

They abducted and murdered Htin Lwin,

a certain police officer,

who'd witnessed the sharp end of a Kaskade algorithm.

The genocidal end, no less.

Oh, he had standing,

he had credibility to shout it from the rooftops

but you, being head of security, you couldn't allow that to happen.

-Could you? -This all sounds somewhat fanciful.

Well, you know, a week ago, Mr Foster,

I may have agreed with you but now my eyes are open.

-Which is bad news for you. -I'm not so sure about that.

You've tied two men to a brutal murder.

Well done.

I hope you lock them up and throw away the key.

What you haven't done, John,

is forge any link worth the name to me or the company I work for.

But if you continue to smear and besmirch myself and/or Kaskade,

the tables will turn very sharply indeed.

You said the truth is something you can prove.

Where's your proof?

Where's your facts and evidence?

'Cause all I'm hearing is an angry copper blowing off steam.

(ominous music)

(scoffs)

(Gabriel) "Perogative."

Where's Sanderson?

Left over an hour ago. Said she'll be in touch.

Check the footage from ITechCon.

What? Why?

I think she's Oceanfloor. Check the footage.

Huh?

(beeps)

(sighs)

-She switched it -What?

(murmurs) Oh, man.

That's not Foster, that's a different guy.

How?

She knew our server was down.

Knew she had to come in person.

What d'you mean she knew? How did she know?

I told her.

(exhales heavily)

Oh.

(phone buzzing)

(DI Flynn) Gabriel, can you send me the ITechCon footage?

Need to play our ace.

-(Jack) I can see multiple prints -(Nikki) That's good.

Can't lift them though. Without removing the soot.

So... (sighs)

(clicks tongue) I'm gonna apply silicone,

let it dry, lift the soot off, but...

There's a risk the silicone will lift the prints.

-It's a risky business. -Worth the risk?

Always.

Pass the box.

(pensive music)

Here we go.

(Jack) Gotcha.

Look at that. Beautiful.

(camera shutter clicks)

(DI Flynn) Last time we met,

you told me that you never actually met Jan Boll,

the man we strongly suspect of murdering Htin Lwin.

Do you want to revise that statement?

No, I don't think I do.

Then why are your fingerprints all over his phone charger?

And why does the barman recall you rather the man you deepfaked

as Boll and Gallup's drinking companion?

Facts, evidence, witnesses.

Obviously, they count for something, Mr Foster.

And speaking of evidence,

tampering with it is a very serious offence.

You think a phone charger and fingerprints

are gonna cause me problems?

-Seriously? -Yes, I do,

Mark.

(DI Flynn) Yes, I do.

The matching print plus the witness means we've caught Foster in a lie.

-Flynn said the CPS want to help. -Good.

It proves that Foster was conferring with Htin Lwin's killers

hours before the murder.

Controlling the way people think is a valuable commodity.

Something people will pay a lot of money to be able to do.

Htin Lwin was about to expose them and they couldn't let that happen.

I've actually got some footage of my own.

(Sara) ...we call "rage fermentation"

in internal memorandum.

It's all about the algorithm.

It finds out what riles you up.

I mean, what makes your blood boil

and then it feeds you more of the same.

Except that's not quite true.

It feeds you more of the same but worse.

Incrementally, darker, more twisted, more fucked up.

Like a post about your neighbour stealing a cow.

The next day, it shows you one claiming he's stockpiling weapons.

You sneaky bastard.

What you gonna do with that?

I've sent it to Flynn.

But--

How did you know?

I didn't, I was as taken in as you.

So you just routinely film visitors to the Lyell?

I did it as a precaution after receiving some friendly advice.

Trust no one.

(woman muttering in Burmese)

(soldier shouting in Burmese)

(gunshot)

(keyboard clicks)

I knew it wasn't Htin Lwin.

I knew it.

It's just the beginning.

The truth is coming out. (scoffs)

Not much of a turnout.

Yeah.

It's good we came.

Jack?

What do you think they'll put on Elinor Shaw's gravestone?

Daughter? Mother?

Dates.

Yeah. A small clue to a bigger story.

I saw a gravestone once that had a recipe engraved on it.

"fudge cake," I think.

A practical grandmother.

Who obviously made good fudge cake.

Saw another one that said, uh...

It was for a fella in the 1800s,

it said his life story was written in water.

(scoffs)

Think about that statement of insignificance.

-Dust in the wind. -Mm.

"For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."

Third book of Genesis.

-Show-off. -I can't help myself.

Who are you?

Who am I?

What are they going to write on our piece of rock?

In Memoriam?

Who's going to visit our grave?

Who will weep when we're gone?

I need to tell you.

I love you.

And I know this is a twisted, crap place to do it,

but I need to say it.

Right now. Right here.

Am I completely off my head?

Yeah. I love you too.

So much.

It's what I'd put on mine.

"She loved me."

A small clue to a bigger story.

Let's do something tonight.

-(Nikki) Like what? -(Jack) I dunno, something.

-(Nikki) Surprise me. -(Jack) Surprise you?

(Nikki) Yeah. Surprise me.

Remind me who we are.

-(tranquil music) -(birds chirping)

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