03x05 - Episode 5

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Why did this take us so long?

What was he like,

- the bloke you were down there with?

- Why are you asking me that?

'Cause I'm pretty certain

he worked undercover.

- Nate's a spy?

- I'm trying to find out who for.

And where he is now.

Mr Sutherland, this is Yadira Al-Bilal,

I'm being held prisoner by my brother.

Please, I have no-one

to turn to. Please

Please, help me to escape.

He's wheeling me out

there like hate-figure.

Home Secretary Obasi

has issued a statement

announcing his resignation

from the cabinet.

Gerald! Always a pleasure

to see our friends at Condor.

I have no doubt the

government will endeavour

to ensure we remain as such.

What else are governments for?

I'm looking for Polly Wright.

You're angry, I understand that.

She's dead, Dad.

- I need a favour.

- What's going on?

There's been an armed

robbery at the Defence Expo.

They've stolen a military

grade ballistic weapon.

And we've just received a ransom

demand, or else they start firing.

We need fuel.

So do I.

Stomach thinks my throat's been cut.

The controversial Civil Disturbance Bill

faces renewed scrutiny

following the shock resignation

of Home Secretary Joseph Obasi

and the resolution of the

unprecedented police strike.

Questions remain for Mr

Sutherland over the apparent U-turn

in pressing charges against

Officer Matthew Gilbert.

- Cash or card?

- He's alleged to have been involved

in the death of activist Polly Wright

How long's this gonna take?

They want that bloody thing back

and they're not gonna find us, so

we just hole up in the woods and wait.

Not exactly.

Just ask the government for

something, you don't get sh*t.

We're not here to wait.

What the f*ck, then?

We need to change their perspective.

And change

takes action.

Received on an encrypted channel.

To mitigate fear within the

public, we are, obviously,

dealing with this matter

with strict secrecy.

So we have confirmed that

there was a minor disturbance

at the site of the Defence Expo,

but nothing more than a false alarm

to which security responded

immediately and without incident.

What could be less suspicious.

Given the circumstances,

Counter Terror will be taking command.

I'm sure most of you know

CT Director Ben Fanshawe.

We believe the weapon

was taken by three men.

The van they fled in was found

burnt out in a construction site,

we're examining all CCTV in the area,

- but at this stage

- You don't know who they are.

We have yet to identify suspects.

But from the sophisticated

skillset involved in the robbery,

it's likely they've received

some form of training:

military or paramilitary.

!sis, Nazis, Provos?

We're entertaining all possibilities.

They're threatening consequences.

What kind of consequences

can this weapon inflict?

The Damocles XR is a next-generation

precision-guided munition,

far exceeding anything currently

available in accuracy and range

I'm not asking for a sales pitch.

I want to know how many people

this bloody thing can k*ll

if we don't get it back.

In a populated area, a

single thermobaric round

hundreds of casualties.

We have footage from field-testing.

The 25km range of the

weapon means it can be fired,

dismantled, moved, fired again

before the first shell has even landed.

Field testing. Where?

Damocles was developed as

part of the Saladin programme.

Some prototypes have been deployed

by the Shirasian Land Forces

in suppressing the Peninsula rebellion.

But, let me be categorical, what

you've seen is only achievable

with bespoke shells.

Without them, Damocles is useless.

And there were no munitions

stored with the weapon.

Are you telling us we're treating

this as a three-alarm fire,

when what they've half-inched is

less lethal than a pea-sh**ter?

We can't be certain they don't

have access to munition rounds,

they seem to know what

they wanted to steal.

Or they might intend to market

the weapon to others who do.

Since we're of course contemplating

very worst case

consequences, just to venture,

I assume paying the demand

is out of the question?

I would simply urge you to consider

all options to recover the weapon.

Quite aside from its

destructive capacity,

Damocles is a highly

classified munition,

as the Saladin programme

is highly classified.

The weapon will be recovered

and those responsible brought

to justice. Isn't that correct?

We have all resources focussed

to that end, Prime Minister.

- Yeah?

- We are tracking the suspect

Comment? Comment on what?

A friend got me this.

f*ck's sake, Dan.

You didn't say nothing

about no f*cking rounds.

I said we'd take action.

Jesus, Dan.

What the bloody hell are you thinking?

I felt unwell. Robert steadied me.

Oh, that's the line,

is it? Very convincing.

We've identified the

officer who sold the photo,

- and he's being reassigned.

- Well, that'll do wonders

for our relations with the constabulary.

When Ruin Britannia had us on

the brink and you walked out,

I trotted over like a

spaniel to fetch you back,

and I did it

for the sake of your

leadership of this country.

I did not put myself on the

line to keep your pecker up.

How dare you!

I don't give a sh*t if

the pair of you are rutting

up and down the walls,

but the last thing we need is gossip.

More than ever we need to look

like a government in control.

The Police are almost broken,

there's a rocket-launcher on the loose,

and the PM's dear daughter

is still at risk of a very

- extended gap-year in chokey?

- Get the f*ck out of my office!

Oh, what leadership!

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Yes?

Eleanor's calling a COBRA.

Now.

I'm done.

Nate?

It's me.

- I'm here.

- I know it was you.

- All those people you k*lled.

- I never meant to k*ll anyone.

I need out. You're gonna help me.

I'm not helping you,

you f*cking m*rder*r.

You are gonna help.

You're gonna help because

what I know, what I can prove,

it means you get off the hook.

You, Henry Wicks, Planet,

Resistance. Everything's a

commodity and this is a trade.

I need a new life. New name.

Immunity.

Then go to the police. Turn yourself in.

You're not that stupid.

I need to disappear like a

ghost. For that I need spooks.

You tell your dad to make it happen.

And you're off the hook,

just how you like it.

- I can't do that.

- You'll do it.

And if you screw me

if I go down, I'm taking you with me.

'Cos you were my co-conspirator.

D'you understand?

Jesus f*cking Christ.

We received a communication

via the same channel,

a video-feed online at 10:00 hours.

We have not received

payment as requested.

You leave us no choice but

to demonstrate our will.

- It's loaded.

- They have ammunition.

- Where are they?!

- We don't know.

Bon appétit, f*ck.

What can we do?

We're getting reports of an expl*si*n.

It's an unpopulated area,

it's remote.

Point of impact within a

secure military test range.

Dundrennan.

That's Dundrennan Range.

Do we now have your

full-f*cking-attention?

Price has doubled. 60 million.

Or at 18:00 today,

we pull the trigger again.

And this time

you'll feel it.

That GPS, what is it?

It's 10 Downing Street.

What if they call your bluff?

Bluff?

We ain't blowing up Downing Street.

- That's on them, isn't it.

- f*cking hell, Dan.

This was meant to be an easy

deal. We jack it, we sell it.

Yeah and now you're getting double.

If they don't call bluff.

Look, they know what we

have and what we can do.

Do you really think they

want this to get out?

They'll deal with it quiet,

the shadows, the way they

do all their dirty work,

because they f*cking NEED to.

And then we're out, we're gone.

Ghosts at dawn.

He's right, Roddy.

Remnants of the mortar

shell have been recovered

and with the help of

technicians from Condor Aerotech,

analysis of the targeting chip

has allowed us to obtain

the firing location.

We've examined all traffic

cameras and CCTV in the area,

and we believe these are

the parties responsible.

Rod and Finn McQuarrie; brothers.

Respectively, former Corporal

and Lance Corporal,

Royal Logistics Core.

Is this a sodding joke?

Three tours of Afghan each.

Discharged five years ago.

You're seriously claiming

our boys are behind this?

Their return to civilian

society proved a challenge.

Convictions for affray

and attempted robbery.

Finn's gambling addiction

left him homeless.

Rod spent 18 months

in a psychiatric ward.

And the third?

Daniel Goddard.

Special-bloody-Forces?!

Until seven years ago. Then

a period of unemployment.

Until he took up with a

private military company

operating in the Shirasian Peninsula.

Returned to the UK April, 2021,

and he is the father of Polly Wright.

So that's what this is about? Revenge?

This isn't some moral

crusade. It's extortion.

We know who they are, we can find them.

- Do we warn the public?

- Do we f*ck.

I'm not having three

batshit-broken-down squaddies

giving the woke-wank

brigade another excuse

to pillory the Forces.

If it gets out that

Goddard's the father of

We don't want him turned

into some kind of folk hero.

Politics not-withstanding,

from a security standpoint,

we'd urge maximum

secrecy to be maintained.

We're collaborating with

Audrey and Civil Contingency

to manage evacuation plans to that end.

I didn't know who else

I could ask for help.

At the risk of suggesting

the obvious your dad?

- Look, if Nate's prepared to come in

- That's the point.

Maybe Nate is ready to

speak up, give the truth.

Do you really believe for

a second my dad's prepared

to listen, to act on it?

He isn't interested in the truth,

or justice, only in covering his arse.

- I don't trust him.

- Ellie, I think you need

Did you know he was

f*cking Anna Marshall?

No, I mean

I saw the picture this

morning, like everyone else.

For all we know, they

could've been at it long before

- my mum had the sense to walk out.

- No, Ellie, I don't think

We have to get what

Nate knows on record.

Not just for my sake, but for

the sake of Planet Resistance.

Please help me.

The hunt is ongoing,

but I'm afraid we've

not yet located them.

I have every confidence that we will.

But in the interest of mitigating risk,

we need to take measures

to secure the area.

We've modified pre-existing plans

with a view of maximising discretion.

Evacuation across the

potential target zone

and sealing off the surrounding streets.

How exactly is this discreet?

We will use the cover

of a suspected gas leak.

Which gives us how long

before the public realise

it's not gas they smell, but bullshit?

OK.

There may come a point

where we have to issue a security alert,

should our efforts to

apprehend the men

If I may

I've had some further

discussion with Gerald Kendrick,

and Condor Aerotech want to offer

every possible means of assistance.

Naturally they understand, in principle,

the government will never

negotiate with t*rrorists.

But given such extreme

and urgent circumstances.

Condor itself would be prepared

to meet the financial demand

for return of the Damocles weapon.

Quite simply, they want to help.

Or

Or they've calculated

that 60 million is nothing

compared to what they stand to lose

if their weapon and all of Saladin

gets the wrong kind of attention.

Aren't we are the party of enterprise?

I think we can dismiss this out of hand.

- Eleanor?

- As I said,

I am certain that we will find these men

and bring them to justice.

However, hypothetically,

were we to find ourselves in a situation

in which national

security was at stake

well, it would hardly be the first time,

in extremis, that we'd engaged proxies.

As I'm sure the Foreign Office

could neither confirm nor deny.

Except these aren't the palms

Condor is used to greasing.

The men who stole Damocles

are just as likely to see

caving into their demands

as a sign of weakness, and demand more.

And even if paying them worked

foreign backchannels are one thing,

but we don't sh*t where we eat.

You can't dip your fingers

in the dirt, Robert,

and expect them to keep them clean.

To sanction that payment could

be unsurvivably compromising

if Condor chose to exploit it.

- And why would they?

- Enterprise?

Or maybe they're just

prepared to do what it takes

to protect this country before the

f*cking wheels come off entirely.

And at the very least

It might buy us some time.

Is this really on the table?

It's an option we won't need to take.

But

Given the nature of the situation

it could remain an option.

Begin the evacuation.

Quickly, please. Quickly.

Keep moving. Thank you very much.

Did you get the folder?

What the hell am I supposed to pack?

Fresh shirt? Hard hat?

I don't know. Anything precious,

I suppose, just in case.

Robert, we need to go.

This building's stood for 340 years.

Good innings. Deserves a toast.

- Should we pay them?

- No.

Archie's right.

God, I hate saying that.

What am I leaving behind?

- Well, the scotch for starters.

- No, I'm not talking about that.

When I passed the Civil Disturbance Bill

I thought I was protecting people.

The country.

After Firestorm, I wanted

stability, security.

Authority, not authoritarianism.

You've hardly turned the

country into a police state.

I've turned it into something.

And it deserves better, Anna.

I mean, all a Prime Minister has to do

is leave the place

better than they found it.

Not in literal-f*cking-rubble.

We cannot pay them.

I can't just sit here

hoping against hope

that we find these

men in time. I-I can't.

If this place falls

if it's razed to the ground on my watch,

I need to know I did

everything possible to stop it.

Good afternoon.

Some of you may be

aware of a disturbance

currently affecting the Whitehall area.

Inevitably, there is

speculation as to the situation.

And I wish to clarify the matter.

The government has been threatened

with an act of extreme violence

targeted at 10 Downing Street,

unless we meet the t*rrorists' demands.

We will not do this.

We will never bend

to the will of t*rrorists.

Now, I am making this announcement

both to protect the public

and also to ask for your help.

These men are armed and dangerous.

If you see them, please

call 999 immediately.

He's got some ba*ls.

But I don't need to tell you that.

To the t*rrorists

themselves, I say this:

We know who you are,

and the net is closing.

Turn yourselves in now.

You were once men of honour,

of valour.

But you have taken a path to shame,

ignominy, disgrace.

And if you refuse to

step off that path

you will face not only

the most absolute justice,

but the harshest judgement

of your country,

and of history.

Oh, no. f*ck no!

What?

Change your mind about that burger?

- Turn around. Hide your face.

- What?

Get back in the car.

We're f*cking blown.

Vis-à-vis your little

intervention earlier

I'm quite sure it says in your

contract, right at the top:

If I want your opinion,

I'll f*cking ask for it.

I'm not sure, as far as

Condor Aerotech is concerned,

you're being entirely objective.

I beg your pardon?

I don't want to scratch

the wound, old boy,

but Well, Steven.

You told me your son was k*lled

in a live-fire training exercise.

I was curious, and I

It was a Condor

Aerotech tank, wasn't it?

Turret malfunction. Design

flaw. Bloody tragedy, of course.

But something that

might incline a fellow

to, you know, bear a grudge.

Get out of my office.

Or I'll show you what a

f*cking grudge looks like.

Y'know, it's funny

When I first came to work

for you, in your office,

it was all about your grudge

against Robert Sutherland.

Yours and mine.

But something's really filed your

teeth right down, hasn't it Archie?

Hard to snarl with a gobful

of f*cking stumps, isn't it?

You sad old fossil.

Ah f*ck. Our faces are everywhere.

We can't go to the house.

We'll never make it

there without being seen.

It's alright. I know

another place we can use.

For what?!

Cup of tea, sarnie, wait to get paid.

You heard Sutherland. He isn't

paying sh*t. We're f*cked!

This whole thing is f*cked!

I'm done.

Roddy? Roddy, wait, just

- You're done, yeah?

- Yeah. I'm f*cking done.

- How?

- Wait, just

No, hang on. Where you gonna go? Huh?

You have nothing.

We have nothing.

- We ARE nothing.

- Shut the f*ck up, Dan!

Listen, Dan's always

looked out for us, Roddy.

All those years. No matter what.

He's NEVER let us down.

Right?

Alright?

So if he thinks we can still do this

We can. Sutherland'll pay.

Alright?

He thinks he can stare us down.

And what do we never do?

Blink.

C'mon.

The entire potential blast-zone

has been cleared and sealed.

The Situation Room's

prepared and secured.

So we scurry underground.

It's a command centre, not a hideout.

They're waiting to brief you.

Prime Minister, final preparations

for the 18:00 deadline are in progress.

It's time.

- Dan

- No.

We're not doing it.

They haven't paid. We're doing it.

Deal's a deal.

It's gone too far, Dan. We can't

Who do you think you're protecting?

Huh?

A f*cking government that

chewed you up and spat you out?

Took away your life, your pride

Not all of it.

And I'll keep hold of what's left.

We're not f*cking doing it.

Then don't. f*ck off.

I needed you to help me steal it.

I don't need you to help me fire it.

How you gonna get away? Huh?

Given that any f*cking thought?

Our boat out of here's doubled

in price 'cause of all the heat.

How you gonna pay for that? Huh?

Passports? Or anything?

We'll turn ourselves in.

We'll give back the weapon.

You go, go. The weapon stays.

- Dan

- Don't make this awkward.

Oh, for f*ck's sake, Dan.

Confirm, all designated zones

sealed, all units deployed.

Copy that, thank you.

Airspace over London has been cleared.

We're out of time.

There's no sign of discharge.

Nothing on the drones,

nothing on radar.

Did they back down?

We've received a message.

Funds? What funds?

WHAT FUNDS?!

It's all there. 60 million.

Now go.

- What are you talking about?

- Boat's waiting. Go!

No, no, no, no. Come on!

We got what we came

for. We leave the weapon,

- we get the boat. We're f*cking done.

- No.

You've got what you wanted. You're done.

I'm just getting started.

With what?!

Let's see.

Total ban on arms sales to

those b*stards in Shirasia.

w*r crimes investigation

in the Peninsula.

And

Sutherland's resignation

as a nice little cherry.

That's not just money. It's fear.

We made 'em weak, made 'em bleed.

Dan, it's over.

D'you think Polly would want this?

- Don't say her name.

- It's not gonna bring her back!

This is not about what I can bring back.

- It's about what I can bring down.

- I thought I was a f*ck-up,

but you're all gone.

- Rod!

- You can f*cking swim for it.

Don't!

Put it down, Dan.

Put it down!

Please. Just put it down.

Tell your brother. Or

I'm gonna sh**t him.

- Finn!

- f*cking pop him!

Dan, please don't make

me f*cking do this.

I told you not to make it awkward.

Finn!

f*ck!

I just

I just wanted to make you stop.

I can't stop.

Against my explicit directive,

Condor Aerotech paid the f*cking ransom.

Did anyone at this table know

in advance of their intention

to utterly disregard my authority?

Why would I?

Your argued for it very keenly.

Because it seemed a

viable course of action.

I had no idea Condor would

decide to pay unilaterally.

But it does rather seem

to have worked, doesn't it?

Police responded to g*nf*re

at a warehouse near the Isle of Dogs.

They found Rod and Finn

McQuarrie, both shot dead.

And there's blood suggesting Dan Goddard

may be seriously wounded.

There was no sign of him

or the Damocles weapon.

Tell us again how well

it worked, why don't you?

Well it's still f*cking

standing, isn't it?

Given Goddard and the

weapon are still at large,

we have to assume a threat remains.

Christ, I thought it

couldn't get any worse!

Let me out of this pit!

Prime Minister, a

house is being prepared,

till it's safe for you to

return to Downing Street.

I'll be making my

position extremely clear

to Gerald Kendrick in due course.

But the arrogance and

insubordination of his company?

Well, it makes me think

the cosy relationship

between my government

and Condor Aerotech

might be long overdue reappraisal.

It's a pathetic attempt

to discredit and smear.

No, of course it isn't bloody true!

The officer who sold the photo

He's claimed he was demoted in revenge,

gone on record saying he saw

me go up to the flat at night

and come down again in the morning.

We can rebuff it.

Say we were working late, I

slept in Ellie's room, but

But?

This isn't helping us right now.

So rebuff it.

Nate.

- f*ck are you doing here?

- Ellie sent me to help.

- Where are the spooks?

- I came alone.

I told her not to f*ck me over.

Wait, wait, wait. Listen to me.

Ellie wants to help you. So do I.

You can give us leverage.

If you tell me what you know,

I can use parliamentary

privilege, we can go public.

You think I give a sh*t

about what's right?

About exposing evil-doers?

I told Ellie what I would tra

You brought them here.

They've got into your

phone, you stupid b*tch!

Close your eyes.

I am exceptionally keen to

complete my orderly evacuation

and go home to a snifter of Armagnac.

So this better be bloody important.

I'd say it qualifies.

A thumb-drive was delivered

to our embassy in Shirasia,

marked for the PM's urgent attention.

Highly classified military files.

And this

Military files pertaining to ?

A massive escalation of

hostilities in the Peninsula.

For all Samir's promises

to abandon his father's w*r

and pursue peace,

these are plans for a fresh campaign.

Full deployment of the a*tillery

acquired through the Saladin deal,

with the goal of annexing

the entire region.

And they're authentic?

- You're certain?

- We are.

And as such, I think it's best

to discuss how to advise

the Prime Minister.

- In what sense, precisely?

- Well, how to proceed.

We cannot jeopardise Saladin,

much less our future

relationship with the Shirasians.

Are you suggesting we bury it?

How do you rate our prospects of

ongoing intelligence co-operation

if it gets out that Robert and

Princess-bloody-Yadira are pen-pals?

Losing Saladin, and Shirasian investment

would create a black hole,

yes, but holes can be filled.

But if we end up

facilitating w*r-crimes

it could put us in a very different,

much deeper hole.

It's Robert's decision.

And how would you rate the prowess

of Robert's decisions lately?

I don't think I've ever

seen Robert so angry.

He was a bloody fool to make it public.

There's no stability there, Gerald.

Will we have to pay more?

- We cannot allow that weapon

- Two of the thieves are dead,

the other badly

wounded, they think shot.

They'll probably find him bled

out in the gutter any minute now.

You might even get your money back.

Even so, Robert may be about

to cause you a lot of trouble.

We've had some intelligence.

Shirasian military plans.

Of course we're not supposed to have it,

and this conversation never took place.

But Robert won't like it.

And there could be ramifications.

For Saladin.

How would you suggest we manage it?

Well, we have to play

the hand we're dealt.

That said

I want to make it very clear

that a new Prime Minister,

one with genuine fresh

vision for this country,

at the forefront of the world stage,

could take a firm position that Saladin,

and our ongoing strategic

and commercial relationship

with Shirasia, is an imperative asset.

But how reliably could we

believe such a fresh vision

might take office

sooner rather than later?

Well that depends on the

degree and nature of support

she could count on.

Very subtle, Robert.

That should throw the hacks right off.

I just couldn't stay in that house.

And I kept thinking

- Why are we denying this?

- You know why.

It just isn't viable.

I mean, politically.

Isn't it?

How much can it truly hurt?

Have you been drinking?

No!

Well, let's start.

I won't scurry in the shadows, Anna.

And I will not be forced to

choose between you and the job.

Oh, Robert, it's

When were you going to tell

me you were job-seeking?

After our first night

together, I had to at least know

what my options would be in case of

in case of exactly

what's bloody happened.

And might I ask you,

how you're currently

weighing those options?

- Robert, I don't want

- I've already told you,

I will not be forced

to choose between you

or the job.

It's already cost me my family.

I will not allow it to cost me you.

And just to remind you, I saw the

country through Ruin Britannia.

I stood on the cliff-edge of Armageddon.

I saw it through the solar flare,

I stared down the f*cking sun.

And I'm still here.

This you and me

- this won't hurt me, hurt us.

- Oh, for God's sake!

Will you please think clearly

for one f*cking second?!

You know how they'll play this.

And I will not be the

one that brings you down.

You cannot be so reckless to

think we can just go on like this.

You cannot stare down

everything we're facing

and just say, "f*ck it, let's dance."

Robert.

Prime Minister!