ELEANOR: Scott Arthur Minett, former soldier who served
honourably in Afghanistan
now leading People's Justice in the Red Zone.
Here we are, Mr Prime Minister. You'd better be listening now.
For better or worse, Mr Nobody speaks for a lot of people.
I am not inviting that man to Downing Street.
Chequers then.
PETER: Ellie's not coping well.
We will get her through this if we just hold the line.
The law must take its course unimpeded.
I have never interfered with that
and I would never instruct any of my staff to do so.
ELEANOR: Why did he come back to find you after so long?
I don't know.
Edin Tosumbegovic is connected to a Balkan gangster
called Toni Lulin.
- Do you love him? - I don't know.
The capital has effectively been encircled
and our attempts to move a new transformer
to the Red Zone paralysed.
You need to get the tankers out of the depots
which might not be so easy if my members
decide to take matters further.
It's not us who's under pressure here, Prime Minister.
ELLIE ON VIDEO: Georgia was my best friend.
I loved her.
She did not deserve what happened to her
and she doesn't deserve to be blamed for it now.
I'm sorry that I've added to the suffering of her family.
I admit that it was all my fault.
I'm the one that provided the drugs and I lied.
Not because of my privilege
but because I am scared about going to prison.
DI MILLER: She was scared she might go to prison.
Were you scared, Mrs Sutherland?
You'll have to be more specific.
When you discovered Ellie had supplied the drugs
were you scared she might go to prison?
Oh, come on, Detective.
You're gonna have to do better than "When did you stop
beating your wife?"
You didn't advise her to lie in police interviews
and put the blame on Georgia?
Are you asking me did I conspire
to pervert the course of justice?
- No, I did not. - Did anybody else?
Not to my knowledge.
Did you ever discuss it with Peter Mott?
With who?
You don't know the name of your husband's Press Secretary?
Yes, of course I know who he is.
Did you ever discuss Ellie's predicament with Peter Mott?
I think there might have...
There may have been a conversation
about the level of tabloid interest
a case of this nature would attract.
So you discussed protecting your daughter from press intrusion?
We've often had to do that.
I'm sure.
Look, my daughter has admitted to an understandable
error of judgement
because she is overcome with pain and grief
over her best friend's death.
You now have to decide whether you're gonna charge her or not
and she's fully prepared for that.
But in the meantime, I'd like to go home and be with her
because believe it or not, for all her supposed privilege
right now, Ellie...
she's just a very, very frightened young woman
and she needs her mum.
DI HOPE: OK, fine. That'll do.
For now.
ROBERT: I'll travel to Chequers by helicopter.
Can't run the risk of getting trapped at a blockade.
A special train to Aylesbury has also been laid on
and there are cars from there.
Trains! Good God.
We may as well hold this in the waiting room at Paddington.
Need to show we're not besieged in the capital
that we can travel anywhere.
What's happening with the Red Zone?
Well, we've set up a new Gold Command Centre
at the airbase near Hexham.
From now on, only essential supplies go to the hospital
and we've arranged buses to move those who want to leave.
What a waste of time and resources.
I think People's Justice know the action's elsewhere now.
They've still got their foot on our throat.
Panic buying has increased in a lot of areas.
There are big issues over fuel supply
now that the Dartford Tunnel is blocked.
Also enormous problems with bloods
and special medical couriers.
I seem to remember a time when you dismissed such issues
as minor logistics.
Don't underestimate Scott Minett.
He's got a massive profile now
and he'll take that with him to the barricade.
ARCHIE: Surely his car comes off the road
somewhere on the A40?
What good's the "deep state" if it can't organise
a simple assassination?
The only "deep state" I'm familiar with is my inbox.
OK, let me be absolutely clear. I will meet with these people.
But if they push too hard
I will drive them straight off my fucking mountain.
PHONE RINGS
Yes.
OK.
Yeah, yeah. Keep me updated, yeah.
Peter Mott's been arrested.
Searched his office, taken his computers.
This is a full-blown witch hunt now, isn't it?
I've lied to parliament, Rachel.
They'll keep on and on trying to prove that.
They can't prove it, they can say it and some people
might believe it but they can't prove it.
And let's be honest, these are different times.
The bar for misdemeanours is way higher than it used to be.
Well, thank God for our degraded sense of political honour.
There's nothing degraded
about wanting to protect your family, Robert.
Whatever it takes, family first. Always.
HE SCOFFS - What?
That's what Scott Minett says too.
I guess we're all the same in the end.
Bunch of selfish apes.
Oh, sweetheart, don't get cynical.
It's not you at all.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
I have visual on Loverboy with unknown female.
"Dear Diary
Busy morning lusting after Amy Williams
from the Mail on Sunday
followed by a spot of coaching Ellie Sutherland
on how best to lie to the police."
Oh, he hasn't!
It's on his computer. They're still going through it.
They're not gonna question him till later which is frustrating.
A slight delay will probably help
given all the attention will be on Chequers.
What about Anna Marshall, sleeping with the enemy?
- In hand. - So...
My hands.
You bugging the flat?
No comment.
Does she know you're bugging the flat?
Archie...
Let me know if they pick up anything particularly salacious.
I'll only share it with my WhatsApp group.
Piss off, Archie, you'll be late for Chequers.
HE CHUCKLES
HELICOPTER WHIRS
Nothing can move down there. We have to end this.
One way or another.
FRASER: Well, looks like we're staying put until we know
the outcome from Chequers.
Well, they're not gonna agree on anything.
It's obvious the plan is to bring down government.
Maybe. But the PM's in a fighting mood, so we'll see.
Well, at least this means you can go to your dad's funeral.
Well, obviously, I'll be, uh, reachable on the mobile.
- You gonna take Mabel? - Sorry?
You know, you said you were worried about going...
Oh, er... Francine Bridge is coming along, actually.
Francine Bridge from the Policy Unit?
That's right.
Huh.
Just, y'know, bit of moral support.
Now, where is the chief engineer?
Need to speak to him about these elevated stretches of roadway.
He's slipping the move on Francine Bridge?
Wow. Good for you, Fraser.
She is hot. Aim high, dude.
- Yass... - THEY CHUCKLE
SCOTT (VO): Don't lose your focus now!
The government are on the ropes.
I'm going down to Chequers with the lorry drivers today
and I'm gonna deliver our message.
Soon there'll be a new government.
CROWD CHEERS
They tried to starve us out of this building
but the struggle's already moved on.
We're gonna take the last of that fuel
and get down to the barricades in London
because that's where this is gonna finish.
But I'm telling yous...
I promise yous
that in the years to come, people are gonna look back on us
marching down them stairs, and taking this room
and they're gonna remember us as the match that lit the flame
of a people's uprising.
CROWD CHEERS
CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS
Hey, Mabel, good dog.
Hey, Holly.
Hey, Dad.
How are you?
I came second in cross-country.
Holly! Come back here please.
I love your shoes, Holly.
HEATHER: Holly!
INDISTINCT SHOUTS
They only start listening when it's London.
This'd been the south-east, it would've been fixed
- in five minutes. - Right.
It's true.
Look, I'm not, er, anti-London, right?
In fact, I probably know more real Londoners
than any of the liberals down there in their mansions.
And by real Londoners, you mean...
I don't just mean white
if that's what you're trying to catch us out on.
But you have to remember, there are still millions
of white Londoners.
That's the reality. There's nowt wrong with it.
GENERATOR WHIRS
MANISH: Still plenty of fuel for your generator, I see.
Oh, you see that house there? On the end, with the flag on it.
That's Mad Thommo's house, right?
Raging commie, knits socks for refugees.
Across the street from him
we've even got a couple of lesbians.
What I'm saying is not everybody thinks the same.
It's not like yous lot make out.
You keep saying this. "They." "You lot." "The media."
- People who've got the power. - MAN: Get out the way!
Ah, shut up! HE CHUCKLES
You seen the thanks you get?
People think they can tell us what we're allowed to think
what we're allowed to say.
Celebrities with their blue ticks and their rainbow flags.
As opposed to those salt-of-the-earth types
tying brown men to motorbikes?
Look, man, some people are completely racist, right?
And some people are not.
Most of 'em are just somewhere in the middle.
MANISH: Like you?
Look, some lairy kid in an Audi cuts us up, right?
I might think to myself, "Fuck you, Paki."
No offence.
I might even say it out loud. It depends who I'm with.
It depends what mood I'm in.
That's the way people are, all over the world, man.
It's not just here.
Like, how would your parents react if you told them
"Mam, Dad, I'm marrying a lass from a different religion"?
MANISH SCOFFS
They'd throw a party if it was a girl from any religion
I imagine.
Do you think I'm a racist?
Lots of people have been asking me that.
Y'know, when they're not abusing me for normalising you.
What d'you tell them?
Does it matter to you?
I wouldn't be asking if it didn't.
Well, I certainly think you're pretty normal.
Thank you.
You're smart.
Maybe in another era, the local headmaster would have
come and pleaded with your dad to let you stay on at school.
Ah, he wanted us to stay on at school, my old man.
He was a deep thinker, was John Minett.
Union man, like.
But in the end, it doesn't really matter
what I think of you personally any more than
what you think of me.
I'm just a journalist, and you're just my story.
Right.
Howay then.
Come and see where your story lives.
Now, er, don't mind the Hitler shrine, right?
and try not to touch me arse. I know it's tempting
but not in front of me daughter.
There she is, me pride and joy.
Now then, darling, come meet me new friend Manish!
HOLLY: Bye, Mabel.
HEATHER: Come on, Holly.
Good luck.
What with?
HEATHER: Him.
We're colleagues.
- If you say so. - I do.
Bye, Mabel. I love you, Mabel.
I'll miss you.
Bye, love.
Right.
FRANCINE: Let's go for a drink.
ROWNTREE: What I'll be saying to the Prime Minister
is quite simple. Call a general election.
Let the people decide.
REPORTER: And do you feel any responsibility towards
the people not having operations
because there's a shortage of blood in the capital?
Hang on, hang on.
The responsibility for this lies entirely with the government
who has always ruled on behalf of an elite
and not the ordinary folk of this country.
Folk?
I need a cigarette.
DI MILLER: Did you coach Ellie on what to say to police?
PETER: No.
DI MILLER: Did you and... Rachel Sutherland
advise her to claim that Georgia had supplied the drugs
because Georgia was dead?
No.
- Was the Prime Minister pres... - No.
Was the Prime Minister present at any meetings
where such a strategy was discussed?
No.
DI HOPE: You keep a diary. - Mm-hm.
We found some interesting extracts on your computer.
"RS..."
That's Robert Sutherland, right?
No flies on you, Inspector.
"RS very anxious not to get involved with discussions on ES
and leaving things to me and RJS..."
Rachel Jane Sutherland.
So he knew that you two were strategizing.
The only strategy was how to deal with
the inevitable press interest.
"ES v upset after visit from Georgia Nixon's father.
Took a concerted effort to persuade her to keep to script."
Figure of speech.
"Disturbing news from the university.
When I told RS, he bit my head off
about interview strategy with ES and police.
Told him to leave it to me and RJS.
She is much more clear-sighted about the issues.
Need to stop AM going all Cassandra.
So far, RS keeping her out of it."
Anna Marshall, right?
At least she has an alibi.
DI HOPE: At one point in her last interview
Ellie told us that she felt pressured into lying.
She tried to backtrack, but we've got it on tape.
Now, when we get her to tell us who was pressuring her
who do you think it will be that she'll name?
You...
or her mother?
ROBERT: And Sam knows?
And he's...
Sad, I think.
Uncertain. SHE SIGHS
Well, I always thought it was a good marriage
for what it's worth.
In many ways, it is.
So what happens now?
Eleanor's running checks because of the Toni Lulin connection.
You did the right thing going to her, of course.
Of course.
- But you can still see him? - According to Eleanor, yeah.
And you want to?
I'm a bit lost for words, actually. I've never...
I mean, adultery, I mean... I've never...
- I'm not judging. - Don't worry.
Closest I ever thought I'd get to it was reading Tolstoy
in the cottage.
I've always thought it's a bit too much like hard work.
Adultery, I mean. Not...
Tolstoy.
Easier when your partner's hardly ever there.
Bat.
ROBERT: Oh, God.
Are bats a good omen or a bad omen?
SHE LAUGHS I'm not sure.
Don't fuck with them, though.
They're better protected than the nuclear codes.
HE CHUCKLES
PHONE CHIMES
Cars are arriving.
Mr Rowntree! Welcome to Chequers.
I believe it was Lady Thatcher
who said it was impossible not to fall in love
with this place.
And from your side, I believe Ramsay MacDonald
was enchanted by it.
There's a splendid portrait of him
in the National Portrait Gallery here with his family.
Ramsay MacDonald was not from my side at all, Home Secretary.
He was a traitor to the Labour movement.
Still...
who needs him when you've got Francine Bridge, eh?
Well, quite.
Harry, welcome.
Prime Minister.
Are we coming in, or do you want us to wait
out in the garden again?
Well, you could do a lot worse.
Come inside, have some tea before we get started.
Thank you.
This is nice...
- The People's Justice here yet? - ANNA: Not yet.
Scott Minett will be arriving after dinner.
I did try and get you a ticket for Chequers
but, er, they said you weren't VIP enough.
Well, I understand you're not on the main stage either.
Just wait until this time next year, man.
No one'll even remember who Harry Rowntree is.
TYRES SCREECH
ENGINE REVS
GIRL SCREAMS - No!
ENGINE REVS
- Keep the kid inside! - GIRL SCREAMS
Scott?
Sc...
DISTANT CRIES
GIRL SCREAMS
I'll sit next to Harry Rowntree at dinner.
ARCHIE: I think it should be me.
ROBERT: You?
We're the only two who still believe in the undying nature
of the class struggle.
Well, it was a sacrifice on my part, but feel free.
MAN CLEARS THROAT
AIDE WHISPERS
Scott Minett's been involved in a hit and run.
He's dead.
INDISTINCT MURMURS
Harry.
People's Justice has called for a boycott on talks
till Minett's death is clarified.
- Clarified? What does that mean? - Look.
We have to speak to them first.
ROBERT: You can't leave! There's no time for this.
Harry.
Harry!
Every second that transformer stays blocked
more lives are lost.
People are dying because of this blockade.
People are dying because of your government.
We have a duty to the country, you and I
to sort this thing out.
Are you gonna use the Civil Contingencies Act
to keep me here?
Are you gonna throw me in front of a tribunal if I try to leave?
Are you a dictator now, Prime Minister?
How do we know that you didn't have Scott Minett taken out?
HE LAUGHS Don't be so fucking ridiculous.
This isn't about the Civil Contingencies Act.
And it's not about Scott Minett either.
Robert.
It's about you acting like you're on the bridge
of the Battleship Potemkin
because you can't control your members.
You're competing with People's Justice
while hardworking public servants
battle round the clock to get the power back on.
So why don't you get back to your barricade
you posturing idiot, because I'm coming for you tomorrow.
- Oh, yeah? - Oh, fucking yes.
- Robert. - And I'm bringing APVs
and bulldozers
so if you do feel like acting like Tiananmen Square Man
which quite frankly, I doubt very much
then fucking knock yourself out.
Anna.
Well, that cleared the air.
Fuck him.
Let's get back to London.
Convene COBRA.
I'm taking these bastards on now.
NEWSREADER: Breaking news just now.
Reports are coming in that Scott Minett...
FRASER: What do you want? - FRANCINE: Vodka soda.
...has been killed.
Hi, er, two vodka sodas, please.
...targeted deliberately by two men in a grey Ford Focus.
The police are looking for both car and drivers
one of whom was described as either black or Asian.
- The journalist, Manish... - Hm! No surprise there then.
...was with Minett at the time of the attack
- but is reportedly... - Truth hurt, does it, love?
FRANCINE: We don't all know each other, you know.
I know you.
You're a politician! Bunch of crooks.
- Only in it for themselves. - What'd he say?
Let's go.
Oi, Dave!
Dave, d'you remember that sign, "No Blacks, no Irish, no dogs?"
We've only gone and got a threefer here, mate.
I think you'd better go, mate.
Why do we have to go?
Well, there's no dogs allowed.
HE SINGS: ♪ No surrender, no surrender ♪
♪ No surrender to the IRA ♪
FRASER LAUGHS - What's so funny?
Oh, well, apart from the country going insane
I just buried my dad.
My-my kids won't talk to me because their mother's
a lying sociopath
and even though I've done nothing to him
I've got some guy singing in my face
"No Surrender to the IRA."
FRASER SCOFFS What a setting for a wake.
My dad would've loved it here.
It's hilarious.
Let's go.
MAN SPITS
MAN: That's for Scott Minett, you slags.
- Keep walking. - I was going to.
We'll set up here.
You OK, mate?
Sure.
What you gonna say?
What I saw.
No, I mean about him, his views.
You know, put it in some perspective
cos you got close to him
and what with you being, you know...
diverse yourself...
- Diverse? - So you can contextualise.
- Rob. - Yeah?
Shut up.
- Let's go. - Yeah.
ROB CLEARS THROAT
Earlier today I witnessed the brutal attack on Scott Minett
which was unquestionably deliberate.
DISTANT SHOUTS - The mood on the streets is...
Rob.
Rob!
ROB: Shit...
CAR ENGINE STARTS - MANISH: Get in, get in!
GLASS SHATTERS
CROWD SHOUTS
It's gonna kick off big time.
They killed that Scott Minett, didn't they?
- Who's they? - Who do you think?
He just got too popular, didn't he?
I mean, they were never gonna meet him. It's obvious.
Why would a bunch of people here in London care about...
People are fed up of everything, ain't they?
Lying politicians, no food in the shops.
Maybe we should drop you first.
Or you can come back to mine for a bit, if you like?
Uh, will you take us to Kennington, please?
INDISTINCT SHOUTS
It's gonna be far worse than last time.
ELEANOR: Welcome back, Anna.
If anyone can sort out this shitshow, it's you.
That is your boyfriend having dinner with Toni Lulin.
Lulin's business interests are highly complex.
Some are quite legitimate.
He runs a very successful fibre-optics company.
Others less so.
The Turkish heroin trade being the most obvious.
- So Edin could be involved? - It is a rumour
that Toni Lulin uses an assassin based in London.
The assassin goes under the pseudonym of Nico
and is greatly feared.
No. No way.
I don't know.
But I'm definitely gonna find out.
TESS: I need to talk to you, Mum. Can I come and see you?
No. You need to stay inside.
The situation is really volatile in London right now.
- Where's Barney? - Upstairs. Look, I have to...
I want to talk about what's happening to our family.
You said I can come and see you at the Pimlico flat any time.
Am I just not important to you now?
That's really unfair.
Look, please, don't leave the house tonight, alright?
We're getting reports of rioting breaking out.
I will try to come home later
but I need to speak to your dad first.
Alright? I love you. Bye.
THEY SPEAK SERBO-CROAT
DISTANT SIREN WAILS
ELEANOR: We've had reports of disturbances
from a number of places, and not just the crisis zones.
Sheer opportunism, we should round them up
and use Wembley as a mass detention centre.
Never really lost that loving feeling for Pinochet
have you, Archie?
A great man and an honourable soldier.
If I could drag us away from murderous dictators for a moment
- and back to our current problem. - Please do.
Anyone who's angry right now is coming out on the streets
and that is a hell of a lot of people.
Manchester, Birmingham, London.
The problem is that it's been a long time
since Northern Ireland.
We used to be a world leader in handling
serious urban disturbances.
Well, I want troops deployed on the streets tonight.
I'll authorise the use of CS gas and baton rounds if necessary.
And if it requires more than that?
If my men come under serious attack?
You were unwilling to make that decision earlier.
We will restore legitimate authority in the Red Zone.
Clear the roads for the transformer
and deal robustly with further rioting in our cities.
No more velvet gloves.
HELICOPTERS WHIR
Why did you leave her?
Oh, lots of things.
Values, lifestyle...
aspirations...
HE SCOFFS Politics.
- So just the small stuff then? - The kids are all I care about
but she's managed to make them believe
that I'm responsible for all the bad things
and there's nothing I can do about it.
Well, it's obviously made you very unhappy.
Maybe you should talk to someone about it.
Ah, people talk too much.
They should, er, bottle it all up until it gets too much
- and then they should medicate. - Oh!
Is that still working for you, is it?
FRASER LAUGHS
I like you, Fraser.
I like you, too.
INDISTINCT REPORT ON TV
First reports of fatalities.
A man was attacked and beaten to death
trying to protect his shop.
Two dead in flats above shops that were set on fire.
Can't let this continue.
- Cannot let anarchy prevail. - I agree.
- Even if this time it means... - A risk to life.
Hello, this is the Prime Minister.
Have General Pickering meet me in the COBRA room please.
Oh, I'm sorry. You may not have heard me.
This is the fucking Prime Minister.
Get General Pickering out of his meeting
and have him meet me in the COBRA room immediately.
DISTANT SIRENS WAIL
The city's burning.
PHONE RINGS
Hello?
OK, coming now.
- I gotta go. - Now?
That was the Prime Minister.
He's about to take out the barricades
to release the transformer.
OFFICER ON RADIO: 2-1 in position.
All subjects are inside the nest.
OFFICER 2 ON RADIO: Allow the deal to proceed, 2-1.
We have an arrest team on standby.
EDIN: Think we all can agree to these terms, right?
MAN: Yes.
WOMAN: Everything is in place.
The shipment will be arriving next week.
Nico will be your point of contact.
He'll be in touch with you nearer the time.
OFFICER ON RADIO: 2-1 has the eyeball on an
unidentified female approaching the nest.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Where's my mum?
- You're Tess, right? - Where's my mum?
- She's not here. - Erm...
MAN SPEAKS SERBO-CROAT - What... Let me go!
- I got her. I got her. - TESS SCREAMS
- What are you doing? - EDIN: Easy. Easy.
TESS: No, let me go. Let me go!
No! What are you doing?
OFFICER: The unidentified female
is Anna Marshall's daughter. Should we go in?
OFFICER 2: See how this plays out, 2-1.
Trust me.
IN SERBO-CROAT:
EDIN:
No! ELLIE WHIMPERS
Help me...
Trust me.
You open the door now.
IN SERBO-CROAT:
Come with me.
Gonna be alright.
- Come on. - TESS SOBS
OFFICER: 2-1 has the eyeball on Loverboy. He has the girl.
All other targets are leaving the nest.
OFFICER 2: Let them leave, 2-1.
Arrest team incoming for Loverboy.
Make sure the girl is safe and we'll get message
to Eleanor James.
We have intelligence that a far-right group
called National Spirit has infiltrated the protesters.
They have links to the armed forces so probably not wise...
Not a moment longer.
I made a promise to the people in the hospital
that I would turn the lights back on
and I'm gonna keep that fucking promise.
Lives have already been lost. Take that barricade down.
DISTANT SHOUTS
CROWD SHOUTS
OFFICER ON RADIO: Prepare for rapid advance.
Charlie, Charlie 1, advance to the blockade.
OFFICERS: Go! Go! Go!
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
Coming through!
CROWD SHOUTS
OFFICERS SHOUT
GLASS SHATTERS
OFFICER: HGV barricade is down
but the protesters have not retreated.
They've been joined by...
PICKERING: The first barricade is cleared
but there are more protesters approaching.
MAN: Yeah, we ain't going nowhere!
- Keep it fucking coming! - INDISTINCT YELLS
CROWD SHOUTS
SOLDIER SCREAMS
OFFICER: We are being overwhelmed by the sheer
number of protestors...
PICKERING: We need to take control of the situation.
CROWD SHOUTS
PICKERING: We're pushing their lines back well.
CROWD SHOUTS
EXPLOSION
EXPLOSION ON VIDEO - We have protest fire!
- What the hell was that? - Phosphorous grenade.
These are military-grade weapons.
Do I have authorisation to return fire?
ARCHIE: They should retreat.
PICKERING: If they have grenades, they may have guns.
Robert, listen to me. We can take stock.
PICKERING: Do I have authorisation?
Anna, tell him.
They're throwing grenades at British soldiers.
This isn't a protest, Robert, it's an armed attack.
ARCHIE: It's too risky.
I'm authorising you to return fire.
Colonel, you have authorisation
to defend yourself with live ammunition.
Send fire team forward. Rules of engagement apply.
OFFICER ON RADIO: Copy that. Over.
OFFICER: Riflemen forward!
- Riflemen forward! - INDISTINCT SHOUTS
OFFICER: Disperse!
Force will be used!
Rules of engagement! Rules of engagement!
SOLDIER: Yes, sir!
OFFICER: 3-1-Alpha, what are you seeing?
What are you seeing? Over.
Watch your front!
- Open fire! - GUNSHOT
GUNSHOT ON VIDEO - INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
SOLDIER: Sit rep! What's going on?
OFFICER: Cease fire! Cease fire!
GUNSHOTS ON VIDEO