♪ We need fuel.

So do I.

Someone thinks my throat's been cut.

Woman on TV: 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?

Woman on TV: He is alleged to have been involved in the death of activist Polly Wright.

♪ How long is this gonna take?

Well, they want that bloody thing back.

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 shit.

We're not here to wait.

♪ [Car door closes] Fuck, then.

♪ We need to change their perspective, and change... ♪ takes action.

♪ Audrey: 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 defense expo, but nothing more than a false alarm, to which security responded immediately and without incident.

Archie: What could be less suspicious?

Eleanor: Given the circumstances, Counterterror will be taking command.

I'm sure most of you know CT director Ben Fanshawe.

We believe the weapon was taken by 3 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 skill set involved in the robbery, it's likely they've received some form of training, military or paramilitary.

Victoria: ISIS?

Nazis?

Provos?

We're entertaining all possibilities.

They're threatening consequences.

What kind of consequences can this weapon inflict?

Gerald: The Damocles XR is a next-generation precision-guided munition far exceeding anything currently available in accuracy.

I'm not asking for a sales pitch.

I want to know how many people this bloody thing can kill if we don't get it back.

Gerald: In a populated area, a single thermobaric round, hundreds of casualties.

We have footage from field testing.

♪ Eleanor: The 25-kilometer range of the weapon means it can be fired, dismantled, moved, fired again before the first shell has even landed.

♪ Anna: Field testing?

Where?

Gerald: Damocles was developed as part of the Saladin program.

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 3-alarm fire when what they've half-inched is less lethal than a peashooter?

Eleanor: 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.

Gerald: 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.

[Cell phone vibrating] Quite aside from its destructive capacity, Damocles is a highly classified munition, as the Saladin program is highly classified.

The weapon will be recovered, those responsible brought to justice.

Isn't that correct?

We have all resources focused to that end, Prime Minister.

Yeah?

Comment?

Comment on what?

[Cell phone vibrates] ♪ Dan: A friend got me this.

Fuck's sake, Dan.

You didn't say nothing about no fucking rounds.

I said we'd take action.

♪ Jesus, Dan.

♪ [Door closes] Archie: What the bloody hell are you thinking?

♪ Anna: 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 been 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 shit 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.

Why don't you got the fuck out of my office?

Oh, what leadership!

Oh, for Christ's sake!

[Cell phone vibrating] Yes?

Eleanor is calling a COBRA...now.

♪ [Panting] ♪ I'm done.

♪ Nate?

It's me.

I'm here.

I know it was you, all those people you killed.

I never meant to kill anyone.

I need help.

You gonna help me?

I'm not helping you, you fucking murderer.

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 is 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.

If you screw me, if I go down, I'm taking you with me 'cause you were my co-conspirator.

Do you understand?

♪ [Exhales] [Cell phone vibrates] ♪ Jesus fucking Christ.

[Whispered conversations] ♪ Eleanor: We've received a communication via the same channel, a video feed online at 1000 hours.

♪ Dan, on recording: We have not received payment as requested.

You leave us no choice but to demonstrate our will.

Victoria: It's loaded.

Ben: They have ammunition.

Where are they?

We don't know.

Dan, on recording: Bon appetit, fuckers.

♪ What can we do?

We're getting reports of an explosion.

[Typing] It's an unpopulated area, remote, point of impact within a secure military test range.

Dundrennan.

♪ That's Dundrennan range.

Dan, on recording: Do we now have your full fucking attention?

Price has doubled-- 60 million, or at 1800 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.

It's on them, isn't it?

Fucking hell, Dan.

This was meant to be an easy deal.

We jack it, we sell it.

Yeah, and now, you're getting double.

Not if they don't call bluff.

[Tires screech] 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 and quiet, the shadows, the way they do all their dirty work, because they fucking need to.

We're out.

We're gone, ghosts at dawn.

[Sighs] He's right, Roddy.

♪ [Chuckles] [Engine revs] ♪ Eleanor: 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 Corps.

Victoria: Is this a sodding joke?

3 tours of Afghan each, discharged 5 years ago.

Victoria: 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.

Archie: Special bloody Forces?

Eleanor: Till 7 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.

Anna: This isn't some moral crusade.

It's extortion.

We know who they are.

We can find them.

Do we warn the public?

Victoria: Do we, fuck.

I'm not having 3 batshit, broken-down squaddies giving the woke-wank brigade another excuse to pillory the forces.

If it gets out that Goddard's the father, we don't want him turned into some kind of folk hero.

Politics notwithstanding, from a security standpoint, we'd urge maximum secrecy to be maintained.

Eleanor: We're collaborating with Audrey and Civil Contingency to manage evacuation plans to that end.

♪ Ellie: I didn't know who else I could ask for help.

Francine: At the risk of suggesting the obvious, your dad?

Well, 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 ass.

I don't trust him.

Ellie, I think you need-- Did you know he was fucking Anna Marshall?

No.

I mean, I saw the picture this morning like everyone else.

For all we know, they could have 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.

♪ Eleanor: 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 maximizing discretion, evacuation across the potential target zone, and sealing off the surrounding streets.

Robert: How, exactly, is this discreet?

We will use the cover of a suspected gas leak.

Which gives us how long before the public realize it's not gas they smell but bullshit?

OK. Eleanor: There may come a point where we have to issue a security alert.

Should our efforts to apprehend the men become-- If I may, I've had some further discussion with Gerald Kendrick, and Condor Aerotech want to offer every possible means of assistance.

Naturally, the understanding principle, the government will never negotiate with terrorists, 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 get the wrong kind of attention.

Aren't we the party of enterprise?

I think we can dismiss this out of hand.

Eleanor?

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 engage proxies.

Victoria: As I'm sure the Foreign Office could neither confirm nor deny.

Archie: Except these aren't the palms Condor is used to greasing.

The men who stole Damocles are just as likely to see caving in to their demands as a sign of weakness and demand more, and, even if paying them worked, foreign back channels are one thing, but we don't shit where we eat.

You can't dip your fingers in the dirt, Robert, and expect 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 fucking wheels come off entirely.

Peter: And at the very least, it might buy us some time.

Robert: Is this really on the table?

Anna: 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.

♪ [Chatter] ♪ Moving, thank you very much.

[Chatter] ♪ 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 stood for 340 years, good innings, deserves a toast.

[Gulp] 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 hardly turned the country into a police state.

I turned it into something, and it deserves better, Anna.

I mean, all the prime minister has to do is leave the place better than they found it, not in literal fucking rubble.

We cannot pay them.

I can't just sit here hoping against hope that we find these men in time.

I can't.

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 terrorists' demands.

We will not do this.

We will never bend to the will of terrorists.

Now, I make 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 balls, but I don't need to tell you that.

Robert: To the terrorists themselves, I say this.

We know who you are, and the net is closing.

Turn yourselves in...now.

You were once men of honor, of valor, 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 judgment of your country and of history.

♪ Oh, no.

Fuck, no.

What?

[Ringtone] Change your mind about that bugger?

Turn around.

Hide your face.

What?

Get back in the car.

We're fucking blown.

♪ [Engine starts] ♪ [Tires screech] Vis-a-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 fucking ask for it.

I'm not sure that 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 killed in a live-fire training exercise, and I was curious, and I-- It was a Condor air attack tank, wasn't it, turret malfunction, design flaws, 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 fucking grudge looks like.

You know, it's funny.

When I first came to work for you and 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 fucking stumps, isn't it?

You sad, old fossil.

[Door closes] [Slams glass on table] [Ratchet clicking] Ah, fuck.

Our faces are everywhere.

We can't go to the house.

We'll never make it there without being seen.

It's all right.

I know another place we can use.

For what?

Cup of tea, sarnie, wait to get paid.

You heard Sutherland.

He isn't paying shit.

We're fucked!

This whole thing is fucked.

I'm done.

Roddy, Roddy, wait.

Just--You're done, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm fucking done.

How?

Wait.

Just-- No.

Hang on.

Where are you gonna go, huh?

You have nothing.

We have nothing.

We are nothing.

Shut the fuck up, Dan.

Uh!

Listen.

Dan's always looked out for us, Roddy.

All those years, no matter what, he's never let us down, right?

All right, so if he thinks we can still do this-- We can.

Sutherland'll pay.

All right?

He thinks he can stare us down, heh, and what do we never do?

Blink.

♪ Come on.

♪ Audrey: The entire potential blast zone has been cleared and sealed.

Situation room has been prepared and secured.

So we scurry underground.

It's a command center, not a hideout.

Audrey: They're waiting to brief you.

[Beep beep beep-beep-beep] ♪ Eleanor: Prime Minister, final preparations for the 1800 deadline are in progress.

♪ It's time.

Rod: Dan, no.

We're not doing it.

Well, 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?

Fucking government that chewed you up and spat you out... took away your life, your pride.

Finn: Not all of it, and I'll keep hold of what's left.

We're not fucking doing it.

Then don't.

Fuck off.

I needed you to help me steal it.

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

How are you gonna get away, huh?

Given that any fucking thought?

Our boat out of here has already doubled in price because of all the heat.

How are you gonna pay for that, huh, no passports or anything?

We'll turn ourselves in.

We'll get back to working.

You go.

Go.

The weapon stays.

Dan-- Don't make this awkward.

♪ Oh, for fuck's sake, Dan.

♪ [Cell phone vibrates] ♪ [Chuckles] ♪ Eleanor: 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.

There's nothing on the drones, nothing on radar.

♪ Did they back down?

♪ We received a message.

♪ Funds?

What fund?

What funds?

[Chuckling] It's all there-- 60 million.

Now go.

What are you talking about?

Boat's waiting.

Go.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on.

We got what we came for.

We leave the weapon.

We get the boat.

We're fucking done.

No.

You've got what you wanted.

You're done.

I'm just getting started.

With what?

[Scoffs] Let's see.

Total ban on arms sales to those bastards in Shirasia, war crimes investigation in the peninsula, and... Sutherland's resignation.

It's a nice, little cherry.

♪ That's not just money.

It's fear.

We made 'em weak, made 'em bleed.

Dan, it's over.

Do you think Polly would want this?

Don't say her name.

It's not gonna bring her back.

Dan: This is not about what I can bring back.

It's about what I can bring down.

I thought I was a fuckup, but you're all gone.

Dan: Rod.

You can fucking swim for it!

Don't!

Put it down, Dan!

♪ Put it down!

♪ Please, just put it down.

Tell your brother I'm gonna shoot him.

Finn!

Fucking pop him!

Dan, please don't make me fucking do this.

I told you not to make it awkward.

Finn!

Fuck!

[Gunshots] ♪ [Groaning] [Grunts] Hey.

♪ [Grunts] ♪ [Grunts] ♪ Oh... ♪ [Coughing and grunting ] ♪ I just-- I just wanted to make you stop.

♪ I can't stop.

♪ Against my explicit directive, Condor Aerotech paid the fucking ransom.

Did anyone at this table know in advance of their intention to utterly disregard my authority?

Why would I?

You 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?

Eleanor: Police responded to gunfire 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 is no sign of him or the Damocles weapon.

Tell us again how well it worked, why don't you?

Well, it's still fucking standing, isn't it?

Eleanor: 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.

[Door closes] Robert: I'll be making my position extremely clear to Gerald Kendrick in due course about the arrogance and insubordination of his company, but it makes me think the cozy relationship between my government and Condo Aerotech... might be long overdue reappraisal.

♪ It's a pathetic attempt to discredit and smear and-- 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, and 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.

Fuck are you doing here?

Ellie sent me to help.

Where are the spooks?

I came alone.

I told her not to fuck 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.

Do you think I give a shit about what's right, about exposing evildoers?

I told Ellie what I would tr-- ♪ Go on there.

They got into your phone, you stupid bitch.

♪ Close your eyes.

[Breathing shakily] ♪ [Faint voices on television] [Panting] [Winces] ♪ [Winces] ♪ Archie: 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.

Archie: Military files pertaining to-- A massive escalation of hostilities in the Peninsula.

For all Samir's promises to abandon his father's war and pursue peace, these are plans for a fresh campaign-- full deployment of the artillery 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 jeopardize Saladin and much less our future relationship with the Shirasians.

Are you suggesting we bury it?

Well, how would you rate our prospects of ongoing intelligence cooperation 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 war crimes, it could put us in a very different, much deeper hole.

It's Robert's decision.

And how do you rate the prowess of Robert's decisions lately?

♪ [Sighs] ♪ [Door opens] Uh... [Door closes] [Panting] [Groaning] ♪ [Grunts] ♪ [Vehicle passes] ♪ [Vehicle passes] ♪ Victoria: 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.

♪ [Faint conversation] [Reporters clamoring] [Panting] [Reporters clamoring] Mr. Prime-- Mr. Prime Minister!

[Breathing heavily] [Door closes] Very subtle, Robert.

That should throw the hacks right off.

No, no.

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?

[Chuckles] 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 a-- When were you gonna tell me you were job-seeking?

After our first night together, I had to at least know what my options would be in case-- well, 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 fucking 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 fucking second?

You know how they'll play this... [Sobs] 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.

[Sobs] You cannot stare down everything we're facing and just say, "Fuck it.

Let's dance."

♪ Robert.

♪ [Reporters clamoring] [Door closes] ♪ [Door closes] ♪ Ohh... Oh!

[Muffled yelling] ♪ ♪