-I'm here to see Simon. Is he here? -Right in front of you.
You're using A.I. to support Hart.
Support? Map, execute, command.
Why did you fall out of favor with your squadron?
That night at the warehouse, I was under duress. Vulnerable to compromise.
-Who do you work for? -Simon flipped my kill switch.
Who else had the knowledge of the Correction programme?
A profoundly loyal spy,
a rare or precious stone, or a gem.
They were never planning to kill you, Rachel.
They were planning to kill your reputation.
Commander Carey, do you know how easy to compromise
your colleagues?
Besides Commissioner Yates?
Who else in my department have you blackmailed?
The timing, the staging...
The position of the camera.
Panic over.
They're gonna have to have the podium on the right
and the Carey cam in the middle.
You brought down Correction.
If anyone can bring down the Increment, it's you.
That's not my sister.
Abigail Carey. Activist and Podcaster?
That's a Deepfake.
Are you sure? Famously difficult to verify, I understand.
-Let me to speak to her. -No one's taken your phone.
Give her a try.
-Hello? -Abi?
Rachel, where are you?
Abi, I need you to listen.
-Why are you speaking like that? -Speaking like what?
-So serious. You're freaking me out. -Because this is serious, Abigail.
Look at the camera.
Where did we go on our first family holiday together?
When I first moved to London.
What? I don't know.
Think, Abigail. Think.
Ramsgate? No. Margate?
This is stressing me out so much. What if I get it wrong?
-Rachel? -Yeah, I'm here.
Rachel, are you there?
Yeah, Abi? I'm here. I can hear you.
Abi?
The next phone call you make will be to Counter-Terrorism-Command.
You will tell your officers to drag James Whitlock back
into Police Custody and charge him for the murder of Isaac Turner.
And if I don't?
Are you still sure this is a deepfake?
Or is that your sister Abigail under that hood?
Gun to the head.
Tom, what did you used to call Garland when she wore that coat?
What, the fake fur?
Cruella Rimington.
Tom. This call isn't secure. I know you've been blackmailed
and I know Veritas is compromised.
I'm not interested in excuses or denials. I just need to you listen.
Yes, ma'am.
If Ops Room One is fit for purpose, run a Facial-Rec on Abigail Carey, my sister.
-Ma'am? -Tom?
Tom.
-Comms check. Kilo One. Now. -Control to Kilo One? Do you read?
-What's the concern? -Kilo One, do you read?
Commander Carey's under duress. Run Facial-Rec on Abigail Carey.
Poor Abi.
If you've got Abigail, let me see her.
Take me to her. Make me watch with my own eyes.
Sorry.
That's not part of the plan.
Control, All Units. Sentinel One is down.
Repeat, Sentinel One is down.
Commander's vehicle? You still tracking Rachel's phone?
I've been trying to tell you.
-What do you know about it? -She's in trouble.
-No shit. -Phone is out of range.
Last known location, Rotherhithe Tunnel.
Repeat, Rotherhithe Tunnel.
Take me with you. I can help.
You fill out the Risk Assessment, mate. We'll see you in about a month, yeah?
Your boys aren't gonna find her, Danny.
And what hope have they got against E-Squadron if they do?
All I need is my handset and a C-R-2302.
-A what? -It's a battery.
-And maybe a little help installing it. -Not a bleeding chance.
If Rachel Carey has been taken by my Squadron, I know where she is.
-Where? -The Kingsway Exchange.
But if you don't know the tunnels like I do, you'll never find her.
Danny.
-You haven't seen what he can do. -Yes, I have.
I happen to owe Rachel Carey my life.
Least I can do is risk it trying to save hers.
And chances are, that's what it will take.
When was the last time you made a decision?
I beg your pardon?
For yourself, I mean. Not Simon.
Go on. Try it. Take me to Abigail.
Put the data down and
start acting like a Commanding Officer, and not a cog.
You can't do it, can you?
You can't scratch your nose unless Simon F...king Says.
Decorated Military Officers taking orders from an algorithm.
It's pathetic.
Well, I've taken orders from schoolboys straight out of Sandhurst.
I'll take my chances with A.I.
-Clear. -Wait, no. No. Wait, no.
-Clear for executive action. -No. Wait! Abi?
Wait. Abi, no, wait! Wait!
Was it her?
-Guard! -Was it her?
Was it f...king her?
Was it her?
Wizard, you beauty.
Thank you.
Could you please state your name?
-Yes. My name... -Would you mind speaking up, please?
My name...
is Jacqueline Goldcross.
I served in the Security Service M-I-5 for thirty-six years.
For the last ten of those years, I ran a Deep Cover Operation inside S-O-15
under the name of Detective Superintendent, Gemma Garland.
What was the goal of the Operation?
M-I-5 had failed to stop a succession of Terrorist Attacks.
The Public were tired of excuses.
We needed to find a way to stop violent extremists before they could act.
So, decided to start fitting them up with fake evidence.
The Correction Program never once faked a single piece of evidence.
I'm confused.
Well, perhaps, I could illustrate by using a past case as an example?
Please do.
The first, for instance?
The first?
The first case of the Correction Program.
James Whitlock.
The suspect in the Westminster Attack.
Yes, Lord Frederickson.
What?
Whitlock came onto our radar seven years ago,
when he started sending death threats.
To whom?
Local Councillors, Police Officers, Magistrates...
Anyone in a position of authority Whitlock deemed an enemy.
I have a copy of the un-redacted Police Report
I can submit to the Inquiry, if that would be helpful?
It would, indeed, Ms. Goldcross.
Whitlock posed a threat.
A risk to public safety. So, we launched digital intercepts.
You mean you hacked his computers and other devices.
-Yes, Lord Frederickson. -And what did you discover?
A Murder Manifesto.
Dates, Times, Reconnaissance.
James Whitlock was planning a shooting spree.
And he'd laid it out in a video confession.
-Sounds like compelling evidence. -Yes, it would have been.
By the time we raided his property and seized his computers,
Whitlock had taken a magnet to the hard drive.
Wiped the lot. I ask you, Lord Frederickson.
If you had the means to recreate that footage so a Jury could see it,
to judge for themselves how serious a threat James Whitlock was...
what would you do?
If evidence can be brought back to life, is it false?
Or is it, in every meaningful sense, the truth?
James Whitlock got Eighteen Years for Conspiracy to Murder.
And the streets were safer without him.
Until a year ago.
What happened a year ago?
Well-meaning Whistleblowers from S-O-15 decided to expose Correction.
Whitlock's Lawyers knew they had a case.
Decisions were made. A deal was done. Whitlock was set free.
I understand James Whitlock is
no longer a suspect in the Westminster Attack.
He was released from custody this morning.
Well, that is one decision I can't be held responsible for.
Kilo Nine, go ahead.
We need to switch up Whitlock's Security Detail.
His profile's on the rise, thanks to the Inquiry. Change of address sent.
Received. That's Whitlock's home address.
P.P.O.'s are waiting with his family. He'll be secure there.
Understood.
You're starting to make Simon look sloppy.
-Where's Abigail? -No longer with us, I'm afraid.
Then, where's the body?
My sister was never here, was she? That Execution was Deepfake.
If you really shot my sister, then where is she? Where is the body?
Maddening, isn't it?
Never knowing what to believe.
Simon said you'd save your sister. Again, you defied the data.
I guess the only person that matters more to you than your code of honor...
is yourself.
You paint a rosy portrait of Correction, Ms. Goldcross.
But it seems you've overlooked something.
If one has the means to recreate evidence,
one has the means to change it.
What's to stop an overzealous Police Detective
embellishing the deepfake footage?
Painting a gun, in place of a knife.
That would never happen on my watch, Lord Frederickson.
And what about others in the Program above you?
-Were they as scrupulous? Above me, Lord Frederickson?
Well, I understand you controlled the flow of information, as Gatekeeper.
To whom did it flow? G.C.H.Q.? M-I-6?
Who else in British Intelligence was involved in the Correction Program?
Correction was kept tight.
I was the Gatekeeper and Commanding Officer.
None of my superiors at M-I-5 or any British Intelligence agency
had knowledge of, or involvement in, the Correction Program.
She's falling on her sword.
-What about in Government? -Besides the Home Secretary?
I had Operational Control without oversight.
I ran the Correction Program with autonomy.
And I take full responsibility for that.
Rachel was right. This is a f...king whitewash.
Ready to join your sister?
Say hello to Abigail for me.
Is it true?
What's that?
Abi.
Is it real?
She didn't feel a thing.
Goodbye, Rachel.
You seem almost proud of your involvement in the program.
You must have known what you were doing was illegal.
Balancing the needs of National Security and Justice
has always meant stark choices and difficult decisions, Lord Frederickson.
I wonder if you're familiar with the writings of Benjamin Franklin.
I believe he had something to say about the balancing act you describe.
At the risk of paraphrasing, those who give up Liberty...
Those who would give up essential Liberty
to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither.
I believe I had it on my wall at University, Lord Frederickson.
It's a pity you didn't remember Mr. Franklin's wisdom
while you were Deepfaking Evidence, Ms. Goldcross.
Benjamin Franklin wasn't monitoring three thousand Terror Suspects a day,
wondering which one was going to blow the British Public up next.
Correction kept extremists off the streets.
It put violent offenders behind bars, where they belonged.
Correction kept us safe, Lord Frederickson. Correction...
Oh, we lost that. Coming to three.
The Correction Program stopped Mass Shootings and Terror Plots.
If I seem proud, Lord Frederickson, that is because I am. Deeply.
The Correction Program saved lives.
I fear for Public Safety without it.
Amen.
Outside of the Frederickson Enquiry. Shots fired.
Active gunman in the building.
We have a confirmed fatality. Repeat, confirmed fatality.
White Rabbit is down.
Repeat, White Rabbit is down. No eyes on target.
Repeat. White Rabbit...
Picture's back up.
Studio, stand by.
We're heading there now.
Did we get him?
Hard drives went down, as well as the feeds. Didn't get him.
Tash?
I got him.
D.C. Tan?
Mum?
Ellie, sweetheart, I'm home.
Simon says thank you.
Gemma Garland.
You just killed Gemma Garland.
I know. I'm as surprised as anyone.
I was coming to save you.
F...k, that burns.
Are you gonna call it in, or...
You were coming to save me?
I thought I was. But as soon as I powered up my heart and my handset
there was a new mission waiting for me.
What, and that was it? Back to work.
No free will of your own.
Yeah. On balance, I'm not sure I believe in that.
I'm a soldier, Rachel.
-I follow orders. -You don't even know why.
Oh, come... come on.
That's obvious.
Stay with me. Why? Why did you kill her?
Garland dies... Correction dies. As far as the world is concerned.
If you leave Simon to use it as he wants, he'll leave you alone.
So you see, Rachel?
I did save you.
In the end.
I am getting you out of here. Stay with me, William.
Kilo One, Control.
Control, do you read?
Yes. Yes, I think that was him.
Are you certain, Lord Frederickson?
There was a lot going on in that Courtroom.
Yeah, he was staring at me for four or five seconds. Maybe more.
It was him.
That's the man I saw.
Police have still to confirm the identity of the gunman
who opened fire inside the Frederickson Enquiry,
despite footage recovered by the BBC appearing to show James Whitlock.
Yeah, and we won't be confirming it.
They don't need us to confirm it.
It's there for all to see. They've made their point.
James Whitlock was planning a shooting spree,
and he'd laid it out in a video confession.
By the time we raided his property and seized his computers,
Whitlock had taken a magnet to the hard drives, wiped the lot.
If only the Correction Program was still up and running.
Whitlock would still be inside.
The Westminster Attacks would have been avoided.
I mean, who could resist that narrative?
I had operational control without oversight.
It's a whitewash.
She just went along with it.
Correction died with Garland. That's what the public will think.
If you had the means to recreate that footage so a jury could see it,
to judge for themselves how serious a threat James Whitlock was...
what would you do?
Well, she won't be looking over your shoulder anymore.
How are you holding up, ma'am?
Now, I know you and Garland weren't exactly best friends, but...
I always got the impression that she was something...
If you're gonna say Surrogate Mother, you can f...k off.
Mentor is what I was gonna say.
If evidence can be brought back to life, is it false?
Or is it, in every meaningful sense, the truth?
I've got my seven-twenty-eight, ma'am.
I'm gonna hand it in to the Commissioner's Office today.
I f...ked up. I don't know what else to say.
You're not the only one.
Could I ask you to step to the side, please?
-Oh, sorry. Is there a problem or... -Morning, Paige.
Someone will be on to escort you.
-You know I'm here every day. -Nothing to be alarmed about.
-Khadija. -Rachel. I'm so sorry.
So you should be.
You managed to put out
a prime-time commercial for Correction yesterday afternoon.
How's that for impartiality?
I meant I'm sorry for your loss.
Are you any closer to I.D.'ing the gunman?
The cameras went down, but you've seen our phone footage.
You mean the footage from Natasha Hayes?
Yeah, that's why I'm calling, Khadija.
I thought you ought to know you've got a Mole in your Team.
So do I.
Natasha forced me.
She said she was gonna leak the pictures
if I didn't do exactly what she said.
She was going to destroy me.
That's Natasha Hayes in custody, ma'am.
Her laptop's here with Tech.
Outstanding. Let me know when you find it.
-I think they've found it, ma'am. -Send me the capture.
No, please.
Oh, I want to see it, Paige. I think we all want to see it.
-I'm dying to see it. -Sending.
-I was young. -Received.
-I didn't know it was offensive. -Received.
It was Fresher's Week, for f...k's sake!
-What am I looking at? -Is this it?
-This is what they blackmailed you over? -Yeah.
I still don't know what I'm looking at.
She's wearing a Pocahontas outfit.
I'm not Native American. If that got out, no one would ever hire me again.
You could always claim that your great-grandmother was Cherokee.
That's really offensive.
I'm not the one wearing braids.
-Put them out. -What?
-Post them online. -Yes, ma'am.
No, just wait.
How long will it take to leak them to the Press?
-I'm sure the Guardian will go for it. -No.
-Send them an exclusive. -Please. My life would be over.
Your life is over.
How would you like to add Conspiracy to Murder to your C.V.?
You are looking at fifteen years.
If you're lucky, they might let you run the prison website.
If you want to bargain for a deal, start talking.
What did Natasha want in return for burying this scandal?
Random stuff! Wanted the timing of the Launch.
She wanted the layout of the room.
She wanted the Carey Cam center stage, facing the audience.
Why did she want the camera facing the audience?
Because the rest of the cameras would be facing the stage.
So, our camera would be the only one on the gunman.
And we still wouldn't get a shot of him.
So, the demo camera had no memory card or video drive?
Ma'am, we've been through all this.
But the Live feed was being sent back here.
Before the power went down, it was, yes.
So... some of the Carey Cam footage survived.
The stuff leading up to the attack.
The stuff leading up to the attack, yeah. But that's sort of the problem.
It cuts before the shooter shows up.
Although...
I could take another look. Make sure nothing was missed?
I mean, there's no harm in taking a look.
Thanks, boys.
Like what you've done with the place.
Okay. I'm told Carey Cams is trending already.
That's where the footage stops.
Not anymore.
I'm told Carey Cams is trending already.
And I refuse to call it acting Commander S-O-15.
I'm afraid she's not acting...
Commander Rachel Carey.
That is it. That is what happened.
Rachel.
All the major outlets have it. It will go live when you're on air.
You ready?
Sure you want to do this, ma'am?
It isn't Correction until you say it's real.
Good evening, everyone.
The hunt for the man who killed Isaac Turner is over.
William Walker, a rogue Special Forces Officer
who terrorized Westminster for five long days,
was shot and fatally wounded
by Armed Police last night after seven P.M.
Thanks to the tireless work of our Technical Officers,
we have now recovered footage from a Veritas Smart Camera,
in operation at the time of the attack.
Run V.T.
Key video evidence.
Which shows beyond doubt the identity of the shooter.
The footage broadcast by news outlets
in the aftermath of the attack was deepfaked.
James Whitlock was nowhere near Westminster that day.
He was, once again, a victim of Correction.
-Open the floodgates. -Sir.
But Walker was not working alone.
And the hunt for the people behind this Act of Treason
will not stop until every one of them is brought to justice.
What the f...k?
Sir?
Can you comment on the Breaking News, Commander?
Was Walker a Russian Spy?
-Run Facial Rec. -Run Facial Rec on...
On whoever the f...k this is now.
Face Match.
Ninety-seven point nine percent.
Behind this act of treason will not stop
until every one of them is brought to justice.
Congratulations, Rachel.
There's talk at the Treasury of Veritas getting the green-light.
Carey Cams to be rolled out, Nationwide.
No wonder, all the press they're getting.
You caught Correction in the act.
And so did we.
And now, you've got something on me.
What happens to my case?
Your case is closed. You got your man.
William Walker is an Enemy of the British State. He entered the U.K.
Undetected, just two weeks ago, on the same flight as Anton Koslov.
You used Anton Koslov as a decoy.
Walker was working for Russian Black Ops.
This is a Defense matter now.
Is Russian behind Isaac Turner's assassination?
You're staging a Russian False Flag Op.
What's your endgame? Simon says World War Three?
Not quite.
Do you know which puzzle we asked Simon to solve about you?
We asked Simon,
"What would it take to persuade Rachel Carey to use Correction?"
What would it take for the woman who brought down
the Correction Program to use Deepfake Evidence of her own free will?
Or, at least, the illusion of it?
It was the only way to prove what f...king happened.
Useful, isn't it?
"Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum."
Simon's endgame. In a nutshell.
English, please. They didn't teach much Latin at my school.
If you want Peace, prepare for war.
We'll try not to cramp your style.
We'll be in touch if and when we need your discretion.
You mean if and when you need me
to turn a blind eye to acts of Murder and Treason.
You can always quit, if you prefer.
Be a shame, after all you've achieved.
All you've sacrificed.
If I quit, what happens then?
Am I out?
Or am I looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life?
Simon's powers of suggestion can only go so far.
He doesn't make you do things you don't want to do.
On some level, you have to want it, too. Whether you're conscious of it or not.
We both know you're not gonna quit, Rachel.
We don't need Simon to predict that.
The Prime Minister has called an emergency COBRA meeting tonight,
after reports that the man who shot and killed Isaac Turner
may have been working for Russian Military Intelligence.
Walker was fatally wounded by armed police officers yesterday.
The assassination of a Home Secretary is an Act of War.
Lord Frederickson's Enquiry...
The Government needs to rethink its Defense spending or we are toast.
You want to start making arrests?
Here.
-What's that? -That is everything I have on Yates.
Yates?
I mean, I thought it wise not to send anything digitally.
You know, Chain of Evidence? As we build our dossier?
Evidence of what?
What do you think? The breach. The compromised vetting.
The deepfake video files.
Deputy Commissioner, forgive me,
but I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.
Rachel Carey.
They got to you.
If you have evidence of misconduct against Commissioner Yates or...
anyone else, I suggest you contact the Police Complaints Commission.
But before you do,
ask yourself...
do you really have enough to go on?
Against all the evidence they will have against you.
Gentlemen.
Cheers.
What?
Here.
That's really cute.
The trouble with people who can't talk about their work?
You can't really ask how their day was.
Well, you can ask.
How was your day, Rachel?
I can't talk about my work, Abi. You know that.
Is there gonna be a war?
Not if I can help it, Abi.
Good, because I don't think I could handle that.
Can I sleep in your room?
Sure, go for it.
Why don't you move in?
What? Here? Seriously?
Well, it's just a thought.
I'll think about it.
-You coming to bed? -Yeah. In a minute.
And another whiskey.
Abi.
Thanks.
It's nice to be asked, even if I can't answer.
Sorry, I...
I never even asked you how your day was.
Oh, nothing ever happens to me.
What the f...k?
What is it?
I can't talk about it.
That's really f...ked up.
I promise I won't do this if you live here.
You can.
I'll be in, in a minute.
I will.
Goodnight, Secret Agent.