The Capture (2019) s03e04 Episode Script

1
- Isaac Turner, the Home Secretary
- GUNSHO
was shot and fatally wounded
by a gunman in Westminster.
It's not him.
I want you to put eyes
on Danny Hart.
And bring Gemma Garland in.
- Gemma Garland's suspended, ma'am.
- For questioning.
Correction is in play, Tom.
They're all suspects.
- We've got another meeting.
- Cash Flow?
Tracked his vehicle to
White Rabbit's home address.
Get into their devices.
I want to hear every word.
Remember, you may need a favour
from a guy like me one day.
Doesn't look like police.
MI6?
Who's protecting you?
The Deputy Commissioner?
Is he involved? The Commissioner?
How far up does this go?
You think you can lie to my face
and I'll doubt myself
like some gas lit girlfriend?
The Commander's taking a new,
er, lead in the investigation.
Rachel, you better come
and see this?
BUZZING, GROANING
You're not going anywhere.
You should've killed me
when you had the chance.
You still think Whitlock
is fake news, don't you?
He's involved one way or another.
I told you he should never
have been let out.
I think it's fair to say
he's not working alone.
- He's been receiving instructions.
- From?
- Simon.
- That name's coming up a lot.
Simon says 66.
Frank, we've arrested
James Whitlock.
You might need to, um
rein it in.
Well, I wish I could, Fast-Track,
but I'm kind of on of a roll here.
I never met a marine
with a heart murmur.
That a recent accessory?
Something happen on tour?
Frank! Noah Pierson is my suspect.
You got me.
I'm a stone-cold killer.
♪
KNOCK ON DOOR
COLONEL FIGGIS: Yes?
Sorry to trouble you, sir.
Update from Tech.
Authorisation required
for executive action.
Simon's flagged a concern.
Black Fish has lost command of CTC.
ELECTRICAL WHIRRING
BUZZING, GROANING
Argh! God!
Who do you work for?
We are seeing data to suggest
the operative currently
poses a security risk.
- Data from who?
- From Black Fish himself, sir.
Or from his heart monitor
to be exact.
BUZZING, GROANING
Argh! Even if I tried to explain
it, you wouldn't understand!
The data suggests the operative
is suffering increasing
stress levels
and a heightened risk
of acute medical trauma.
Reads like interrogation,
not compromise.
What makes Simon think he'll fold?
The operative's heart implant itself
is at risk of failure, sir.
Also appears his handset is down.
If Black Fish cannot find a way
to power his device,
he will correctly assume his life
is in danger, and he may talk.
BUZZING, GROANING
How many more volts can your heart
take before you blow a fuse, son?
He hasn't yet.
Would you like me
to go back to Simon, sir?
Mm-mm.
Simon's drafted three options.
There's, uh, one, extraction.
Chance of compromise, 26%.
Two, burn the operative.
Chance of compromise, 16%.
Option three, executive action.
Chance of compromise, 2%.
Yes, people are less inclined
to talk when they're dead.
Simon recommends option three, sir.
With your approval, of course.
Do it right.
He was a good op, by all accounts.
Option three, approved.
BEEPING
Stand by for executive action
on Black Fish.
Deactivation, standing by.
Pull the plug.
LONG, STEADY BEEP
FRANK: What the fuck?
It can't have been the cattle-prod.
JEAN-PAUL: It can't? You just put
50,000 volts through him, Frank.
What are you, Amnesty International?
What the fuck is the protocol, huh?
I mean what do we do? Are we
supposed to jump-start the engine?
Phone
What's he saying?
- He wants his phone.
- Fuck it. Cut his arm loose.
BEEPING
SLOW, STEADY BEEP
HIGH-PITCHED BUZZING
No way.
- KNOCK ON DOOR
- Yes.
Bit of an update, sir.
Uh, executive action deployed,
as instructed.
Uh, the operative's heart implant
was remotely deactivated at 12.39pm.
But?
The operative's implant
was subsequently found to be
active again at 12.41pm.
The operative, er, it appears,
managed to deploy a charging device.
- His handset?
- It would appear to be his handset.
- Yes, sir.
- His handset was down.
It would appear his handset, er
subsequently became active
again at 12.41pm.
The Captain's alive.
GUNFIRE
GUN CLICKS
GUNSHOT, THUD
Alive and well, it would seem, sir.
Heart-rate's stabilised,
blood-pressure's back to normal.
Black Fish is mobile.
Does he know what we did to him?
Rachel! Excellent timing.
Just got back a moment ago myself.
You look like you've seen a ghost.
There's only one way through this,
Rachel.
What's that?
Together.
BEEP
This interview is being recorded
and may be given in evidence
if this case goes to trial.
I'm Detective Inspector Nadia Latif.
The other officer present is
Ma'am?
Acting Er, Deputy Commander
Rachel Carey.
Acting Deputy Commander?
Make your mind up.
I want all the footage off that,
by the way. I'm allowed.
LOUD CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS
MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES,
CHANGES AND DECREASES
VOICES IN THE BACKGROUND
GARLAND: If he's not at his base
and he's not there
I know of three other locations
he uses.
Or has done in the past.
A building site in Rotherhithe.
A disused car park
on the Isle of Dogs.
And a warehouse in Deptford.
It's never a gastropub
overlooking the Thames, is it?
- My money's on the warehouse.
- Hope you're right.
All these locations, I may have to
start invoicing for mileage.
Well, I can
hardly doorstep him myself, can I?
- The man viscerally loathes me.
- Sir?
HART: Yeah, strange
he still bears a grudge, isn't it?
When all you did was,
well, hack his medical records,
make him believe he had cancer.
GARLAND: Frank was out of control.
Somebody needed to intervene.
Besides, you have to cross
the line sometimes.
- That's how you know where the line is.
- Mm.
Your line keeps moving, Gemma.
I'll check out Deptford.
How would you prefer to be
addressed? James? Jamie?
Mr Whitlock?
I'd like you to call me James.
And I'd like you to call me Jamie.
And if either of you gets it wrong,
you're out.
Movement. Cash Flow's mobile.
Stay on him.
Copy that.
- PHONE BUZZES
- You've waived your rights to
legal representation, Jamie.
Why is that?
Never met a lawyer I liked.
LATIF: They tend to come in handy
when you've been arrested
for a serious crime.
Didn't last time.
PHONE BUZZES
HE SIGHS
Stand down surveillance
on Cash Flow.
Phone, follow, and CCTV.
Sir.
All units stand down surveillance
on Cash Flow.
Abort. Abort.
All units stand down
surveillance on Cash Flow.
You understand
that you're under arrest
for the preparation of
terrorist acts,
conspiracy to commit mass murder
and possession
of an unlicensed firearm?
WHITLOCK: That rifle's not unlicensed.
Still in dispute with Southern
Counties Firearms about that.
Who wants to brief me
on Whitlock's previous?
Uh, malicious communications,
threats to kill,
conspiracy to murder. Overturned.
Was the investigation run
out of CTC or Serious Crime?
Ooh, er
What was the name of Whitlock's
arresting officer?
Who was the SIO?
Sorry, a bit before my time, sir.
If only there was a way
of looking stuff up.
Mm.
Request the original case files
from the archives.
Yes, sir.
Where were you yesterday afternoon,
around 1pm?
Down the coast, obviously.
Abbot's Cliff.
Why obviously?
- One o'clock was the ETA.
- ETA?
Of the vessel.
You mean the dinghy?
The undocumented migrants?
The land invasion.
How did you know
what time it would arrive?
Last phone communication
was yesterday morning
just before 7am.
A message from a contact
named Simon.
Are we tracking that number?
Sir, I'm still trying.
It's fire-walled to fuck.
If you're interested in properties
by the sea, Abbot's Cliff is nice.
We're struggling
to get in touch with Simon.
HE CHUCKLES
Oh, have you tried his landline?
Do you know his surname?
Like he's going to tell me that.
You're close then?
Yeah, you can't get close
to someone like Simon.
Not where he is.
Where's that?
Deep.
It's deeper than you.
This'll be the part where you deny
the deep state exists.
No.
Um, which department of the deep
state does Simon work for, Jamie?
Simon tells me what
I need to know and nothing more.
Have you ever met Simon? In person?
What, when he's already
risking his life as it is?
What do you think?
LATIF: Well, how do you know
he is who he says he is?
Why did you leave your
phone behind when you went
down the coast, Jamie?
I went off-radar.
Is that a problem?
Might be for you.
It makes it harder for us
to verify your whereabouts.
It makes it harder for us to prove
that you were down by the coast,
as you say, and not somewhere else.
Like Westminster for instance.
Westminster?
Why would I go there?
To assassinate Isaac Turner.
To what?? Isa?
Come on, Jamie.
He's been assassinated?
What, is that why you've brought
me? Is that who you think I've?
You think I assassinated
the Home Secretary of Great Britain?
HE SCOFFS
I've got to say,
I don't see it myself.
Assassinating a Secretary of State,
that takes
military-precision
planning and execution.
You don't have the experience,
the skills, or the discipline.
Yeah, you sure about that?
Picking off defenceless targets
at sea, that's more your style.
No.
The man who killed Isaac Turner
was a professional assassin.
You don't strike me
as a professional anything, Jamie.
Was it your idea
to leave your phone behind?
Or was it Simon's?
Sir, hard copies of James Whitlock's
original case files.
- There's a lot more to come
- Sh!
Just a second.
It's standard procedure
for covert ops.
It seems to me Simon wanted you
off-radar for a reason.
Simon made sure your whereabouts
at the time of the attack
were unknown to everyone
but himself.
She's giving him an alibi.
Wake up, Jamie.
Whoever Simon is,
he is not your friend.
You're going to be looking at
25 years for Abbot's Cliff alone.
Add Westminster and you are
going to rot in Belmarsh
for the rest of your life.
So stop trying to defend him
and start helping us find him.
Then maybe you and I
can talk about a deal.
DOOR BUZZES
Sorry, ma'am.
- Interview suspended.
- RECORDER CLICKS
Commander Pierson
asked me to step in.
You'd better step in then.
RINGING TONE
PHONE RINGS
PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES
EXHALES
Rachel!
♪
Glad I caught you.
Sorry I needed some, um, air.
So you came to
an underground car park?
HE CHUCKLES
Sorry I had to pull you
out of there.
Felt like you were going
a bit off-message.
Bit of a Walter Mitty, isn't he,
old Jamie Whitlock?
He's certainly
an impressionable young man.
All that Simon stuff.
I'd be willing to bet Simon's a
figment of Whitlock's imagination!
We're having a hard time
tracing him, aren't we?
Are you sure it's not rest you need,
Rachel?
Yeah.
Yeah, probably.
Well, for heaven's sake, take some.
You've earned it.
But before you disappear
that catch-up
It's probably easier if I show you.
Won't take a minute.
I take it you're familiar
with the camera coverage down here?
I am.
So you'll be aware
there are two cameras facing us,
but no line of sight
to the inside of my boot.
So try not to react.
MUFFLED CRIES
It's put us in quite the pickle,
the Geneva Convention.
He poses no physical threat,
but Wizard has enough dirt on us
to see me tried at The Hague,
and you fired for wilful misconduct,
amongst other things,
so I think it's in all our interests
to reach an agreement.
Any thoughts?
I believe there's a budget
at my discretion for consultants.
No doubt SO15 could use
a man of Wizard's talents.
Subject to security clearance,
of course.
Look, I don't know
what he meant to you
Napier
but big picture,
no-one's going to miss him.
We saved the CIA a pension's
all we did.
Hmm, seven pensions, to be exact.
Why did you do it?
Honestly?
You left me no choice.
No, I'm not talking about them.
I'm talking about Isaac Turner.
It's a shame the Geneva Convention
didn't stop you
before you killed him in cold blood!
I think the world would be a kinder
place if everyone stopped
leaping to the least generous
conclusions about everyone else.
I suggest you keep him in a
safe house until he's fully vetted.
- And please
- KEYS JINGLE
drive carefully.
Well I I can't
I can't leave in this.
Sure you can.
We can't both keep going walkabout.
Clock's ticking on Whitlock.
One of us needs to stay
to make sure we charge the fucker.
I can't
I can't drive across London
with a man tied up in my boot!
Well, you can't take him
on the Northern Line.
MUFFLED SHOUTS AND BANGING
GRUNTING
Go on.
DEVICE WHIRS
HE SCREAMS
Give up! Give up!
You're going to die,
you can't take it!
You're going to die!
Give, give up! Give it up!
Say it! Say it now!
Stop!
Take the straps off! Straps off!
Get him down on the ground!
HE PANTS
Deep breaths.
How did that compare?
Increased awareness.
I could block out the pain
for longer.
Perception of time was clearer,
I think.
Did you count the seconds?
22?
- 22.4. Are we safe to continue?
- Yes, sir.
Let's increase the methylphenidate
to 90 milligrams,
increase the dextroamphetamine
to 45.
Dr Neuman?
Forgive me, Colonel.
If the operative's stats have
stabilised
and his mission isn't compromised,
what makes you think
he still poses a threat?
We made an attempt on his life.
A person could take umbrage
at a thing like that.
Although the extent to which he is
or was aware of the attempt
remains unclear.
Then we have to assume
that he suspects interference.
Is it a problem if he does?
Is it a problem if he thinks
we flicked his kill-switch?
Where is he now?
Black Fish has Command of CTC.
He returned to his mission,
like a deep cover op should.
Does that sound like a man
that's gone rogue?
Not yet.
Would you want him
back in your platoon,
if he bore a grudge?
Sir, in the four years
the Captain served with us,
he outperformed every op
in the squadron.
He's got an ego.
And a chip on his shoulder
about the pull-out.
But when it comes to our programme,
he's as committed as any of us.
We all know what
we signed up for, sir.
Thank you, Major.
It's true,
a dog rarely turns on his master.
Even when the master
turns on the dog.
What does Simon think?
Simon's asking for more
intelligence.
One empathises.
- Noah.
- Sir!
To what do I owe the pleasure?
I just wanted to say congratulations
on Whitlock.
Thank you, sir.
He's not charged yet.
And to invite you to dinner!
Dinner?
That's that thing people have
when they're allowed to
leave work in the evenings!
BOTH LAUGH
Well, whenever you have time.
I know that you're a busy man.
Thank you, sir. I'd be honoured.
As I say,
James Whitlock is not charged yet.
PHONE LINE RINGS
NAPIER: You've reached Frank's fun house.
Please, leave a message.
BEEP
MUFFLED SHOUTS AND BANGS
SIREN WAILS
CAMERA FLASH RESONATES
Yeah, that's all been taken care of.
All right.
OK.
Colonel Figgis?
Yes, Cameron. Good afternoon.
My analysis supports your analysis.
Black Fish has resumed his mission,
I can confirm.
How does he seem?
He appeared pensive, somewhat,
- I must admit.
- Pensive?
Oh, goodness.
Am I on with the whole army?
Pensive, you were saying?
Yes. Um, rattled.
Slightly rattled.
But then the sudden appearance
of a boss can do that.
I wouldn't draw anything
too conclusive from it.
Thank you, Cameron.
I really wouldn't
Thank you, Cameron.
Colonel, I must add that
it was extremely difficult
to get Black Fish into CTC in such
an impossibly tight time frame.
Now, if we had to repeat
the process
with a different candidate now
I can't promise
that it would succeed.
Colonel Figgis?
We're still here.
Well, of course,
where there's a will.
Yeah.
Yeah, I've got to go.
Don't suppose you'd know anything
about a grey Toyota
that's been tailing me,
by any chance?
Who gave you the authority
to be here?
2017 Toyota Prius. This afternoon.
This is a crime scene.
The chain of evidence
has been compromised.
- It was there, then it wasn't.
- Urgh!
I need to call SOCOs and coroners!
Go on, then.
They've taken half the evidence!
Shall I ask them to put it back?
This is proof he's a killer!
He did this.
SHE SIGHS
He who?
Identify yourself!
Oh, charming!
HE LAUGHS
I knew you'd forget me one day
but this is
Why are you covering for him?
Who are you working with?
Who am I working with?
The last incoming call
was from your number.
If I were to go back,
how many more calls would I find
between you and Frank Napier?
You know, Rachel,
in some ways you're really clever,
but in other ways you're really not.
You came up fast,
I'll give you that,
but you came up so fast you forgot
to make friends along the way.
So fast they forgot to teach you
one of the fundamentals.
Sooner or later,
you're going to fuck up.
And when you do, it won't be
the Commissioner who'll come
to haul you out of a ditch
at three in the morning,
it'll be the officers
you started with.
On the ground.
The relationships you have built
over the years.
Through loyalty and trust.
And blackmail.
Shut up, George.
You're not even meant to be here.
Guv.
I didn't ask for your help, Danny.
No, you asked fucking Frank Napier.
Apparently, you'd sooner ask
Frank, Gemma Garland
or just about anyone else
before you'd come to me.
Yet, look who's here for you now.
- I
- If you needed help, Rachel,
for God's sake why did you
go to Frank instead of me?
It was an emergency!
There was a hostile actor
taking over CTC!
Well you can't stop him
if you're extradited to the US
to explain what the fuck
happened here!
Fuck!
Fuck, I fucked up.
Yes, you did.
Fuck
Ah, I fucked up, Danny.
It's going to be all right.
Fuck! No
Rachel, it's going to be all right,
but you have to listen to me now.
OK?
We've had eyes on you
since the attack at the QEII.
I've pulled your surveillance
already.
You're not being tailed any more.
Why were you here looking for Frank?
Why are they taking pictures of him?
All in good time, Rachel.
All in good time.
If at all.
SHE SIGHS DEEPLY
Shall we get you to a safe house?
SHE SCOFFS
There's something else.
Ralph?!
MUFFLED SHOUTS
HE GASPS
Check Wizard for tracking devices.
Wizard?
Ralph.
- Left shoe. It's in my left shoe.
- SCANNER BEEPS
He put it in the sole. It's
He put it there.
EXHALES LOUDLY
My tablets.
Sciatica.
You haven't changed.
Guv?
Looks like you've had quite
the afternoon, Ralph?
Did you see what happened in there?
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
I should never
like to see that man again.
Commissioner.
Not intruding, I hope?
Commander Pierson.
Thanks for the check-in, earlier.
Appreciate that.
No problem.
It's weird.
No-one checks in when I'm unarmed
and outnumbered seven-to-one,
but that's OK. We're all busy.
But please know
mission recalibrated and resumed.
Of course.
And should something happen to me,
Commissioner, please know
I will rise from the grave and
make sure something happens to you.
And your children.
And your grandchildren.
Where are we going?
Reubens Road.
You got a problem with that?
Just give me a minute.
SHE CLEARS THROA
PHONE VIBRATES
Ma'am?
Tom. How's everything with
White Rabbit?
Uh, no change, no change.
Pull all surveillance.
Is everything all right, ma'am?
It's just, um, resources, Tom.
Can we go now?
Where are they?
Where are they taking them?
Chessington World of Adventures.
Uh, pull surveillance detail
on White Rabbit.
Phone, follow, and
CCTV, sir?
No.
CCTV no change, no change.
OK.
WHITLOCK: Why would
I want to kill Isaac Turner?
I barely even knew who he was.
Why would you want to kill
a boatload of asylum seekers?
I wouldn't.
You nearly did.
Firearms said that
you had them in your sight.
- Mm-hm?
- A minute later,
there would've been a blood bath.
Really?
How was I going to open fire
with no ammunition?
Firearms didn't mention that then?
They wouldn't have found
a single bullet.
What was it then, Jamie, hmm?
A dry run?
You seen the scope on that rifle?
I can spot a small boat
three miles out with that.
Gives me plenty of time
to start shooting.
With a camera.
Whitlock's rifle,
what's the calibre?
Rifle is an AX338 bolt-action.
You're making a film now, Jamie?
Is that what you're telling us?
Why do you think we're
doing all this?
If the Government won't tell us
how many illegals are coming in,
someone has to record the truth.
So unless making documentaries
is against the law,
you got nothing on me
in Abbot's Cliff.
Simon told me to go there, so I did.
Just like your colleague said.
And you can't prove
that I was in Westminster
any more than I can prove I wasn't.
So far, all you've got
is your word against mine.
So are you going to charge me
with something
or can I go home to my kids?
Oh, Rachel.
Rachel. Come in, come in.
Ralph!
I am sure I thought you were dead.
Nah. Still alive, Gemma.
Just about.
Well, thank goodness.
You've had us under surveillance.
I presume you've been monitoring
Frank Napier, too?
We'll need all the CCTV footage.
Everything you have on Napier.
Why?
Do you understand the extraordinary
risks that have been taken,
and will need to be taken in order
to clean up this
Well, there's no other word for it.
- Shitshow.
- Clusterfuck.
mess?
I can't stop the US investigating
when one of theirs
is missing in action.
But I might be able to delay them.
Besides yourself and Pierson,
who else knows Napier's dead?
How often would Frank
check in with the embassy?
Once a week.
In person?
No, no, no.
No, not if he could help it, no.
Frank Napier is not dead
until we say he is.
HE SNEEZES
Ah, hay fever.
Ah.
I do find negotiations crass.
It's the one thing the Americans
do better than us.
They just have a way of coming out
and saying it
that seems to elude me.
We expect things in return
is what I think
Gemma here's trying to say.
Yes.
There you go.
We expect things in return.
What do you want?
There are files in the archive
on James Whitlock.
His earlier case.
What about them?
They were redacted.
Heavily.
We'd like them to stay that way.
Is that it?
SHE SCOFFS
HE CHUCKLES
No, Rachel. No. That's not it.
That barely touches the sides.
A man is sitting in interrogation,
soon to be charged
with the murder of Isaac Turner.
And the man we should be charging
has infiltrated SO15,
taken over Counter Terrorism,
without a word of complaint
from the Commissioner's Office,
and all you two seem to care about
is exploiting my efforts
to stop him!
I offered you my help
with Noah Pierson.
That offer still stands.
Two things can be true at once.
Whitlock can be guilty
even if he's innocent.
WHITLOCK:
What is this?
For the benefit of the recording,
DC Tan is showing video footage
recorded during the QEII attack.
Do you recognise
the figure on the screen?
No. No.
No way. I'm not doing this.
Can you look at the screen please, Jamie?
You can't make me watch it.
For the benefit of the recording,
the suspect is refusing
to look at the screen.
Do you think I don't
know how you do this?
This is how you fitted me up
last time!
You got nothing on me
so you make it up!
Just like Simon said you would.
Well, it's not going to work
this time.
It's not going to work
cos you got nothing on me.
I wasn't in Westminster.
I was in Abbot's Cliff and you
got nothing on me there either!
No bullets, because there weren't
any bullets to find.
No shootings,
because nobody got shot.
Nothing!
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
Do you think I wasn't going
to know what this is?
How do you think I got out early?
I've got more on all of you
than you've got on me
cos I know what this is!
This is deepfake!
This is correction!
James Whitlock.
Do you recognise
the figure on the screen?
No! No, I don't!
ALARM RINGS
Get back! Get down!
- OK!
- I said, get down!
Stay back! Don't touch me!
Don't come near me!
Right, get me a lawyer.
- Get him down!
- Get me a lawyer!
This is not happening to me again!
- Cuff him.
- It's not happening to me again!
- Calm down!
- This is not
This is not happening to me again!
Get down! Calm down!
You've seen what he's capable of.
He put down six armed guards
single-handedly.
He can appear and disappear
from government buildings
without a trace.
Simon.
Does that name mean anything to you?
What's the connection?
James Whitlock was groomed online.
He thinks he's been talking
to some deep state insider.
Well, for all I know, maybe he is.
Either way, Simon has been setting
Whitlock up from the start,
and just like Pierson,
my ops room can't trace him.
Does that offer of help still stand?
KEYBOARD CLACKING
What?
Beg your pardon, sir,
was it the calibre of the rifle
you wanted?
PIERSON: The rounds.
No rounds came in
with the weapon, sir.
That's impossible.
Check the logs.
Gotcha!
How long you been looking for this?
Longer than ten minutes anyway!
What can you tell me?
Well, the messages to James
Whitlock from quote-Simon-unquote
didn't come from a phone,
they came from a computer.
- A computer?
- Mm.
Where? Do you know?
Would you like the IP address
and location?
The INA?
International Nautical Agency.
Albert Embankment.
Where you going?
Albert Embankment.
What? Am I a prisoner here?
I'm running an investigation.
Not without backup you're not.
It's a standard police enquiry.
Yeah, all the same.
You're not police, Danny.
I'm still the Deputy Commander
of SO15.
I need to pursue
an urgent line of inquiry
and you have no authority
to stop me.
We can't risk
something going wrong again.
Major Greggs, who are your best men?
Three, Four, Six, Seven,
Nine, 12.
You know what to do.
PILLS RATTLE
- It's, er, thyroid.
- Aww.
Now, since you're here, Ralph,
can I interest you
in a little freelance work?
HE GULPS
Got it?
This can't be right.
Says here the weapon was recovered
with two full mags.
Well, I think you'd better
find them, then.
PHONE VIBRATES
I'm happy to check again, sir,
but I remember the rifle coming in.
If there'd have been any rounds
with it, I'd have s
seen them.
Everything you said
about one bloke taking care
of six armed guards on his tod
in and out of government
buildings,
no trace of him anywhere.
Yes?
There's a squadron.
Call themselves The Increment.
They're Special Forces
but not part of the SAS or the SBS.
But they select the very best
of the best of the best of both.
As far as I'm aware,
they're answerable to no-one
but themselves and MI6.
Sounds like him.
(QUIETLY) Oh.
How do you know so much about it?
Deputy Commander Rachel Carey.
I believe you're expecting me.
I understand you've got a warrant,
and you're entitled to look
at any staff laptop you like.
I just need to know
where you want to start.
- Goodnight, Mary.
- Goodnight, Brian.
- See you tomorrow, Mary.
- Night, Hugh.
There's four floors
and 12 offices on each.
- Take your pick.
- Bye, Mary.
Goodnight, Simon.
Which office does he work in?
- Simon?
- Mm.
I'm calling it
Operation Frankenstein.
LIFT DINGS
I think Simon's office
is the one at the end.
LIFT TANNOY: Doors closing.
Do you know everyone
who works here by name?
- Should do, been here long enough.
- PHONE VIBRATES
SHE GROANS
You're like busses, you lot.
- Problem?
- Delivery.
Need to sign for it.
You all right
if I leave that with you?
Only I've got to
DOOR BEEPS
Sorry, George.
GUNSHOT, BODY THUDS
DOOR BEEPS
Excuse me. This doesn't
Ground floor.
DINGS
Doors opening.
- GUNSHO
- BODY THUDS
Mind the doors.
Doors opening.
LIFT DINGS
♪
LIFT DINGS
We haven't got long.
More are coming.
I strongly suggest you follow me!
Please.
LIFT DINGS
- LIFT DINGS
- Come on!
Basement.
Rachel, can't you see?
We're better off together.