The truth is--
Sean.
Hey, look at me.
You don't wanna do this.
Hey.
There's nothing we can do for him.
Shit. Natalie, come on.
Natalie!
-Fuck. -Come on.
Leave him. Now.
Okay.
Keep on going. Keep moving. Keep moving to the road.
Out of the way!
Keep moving.
-Where are we going? -Away from here.
Come on. Come on.
Great work, team.
All right, now, I wanna see you challenge yourselves even more. So--
Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
Keep it moving.
No access to Times Square from any direction.
Hey, dude. Sorry, what's going on in the Square?
They put the Newman kid up on the big screens.
No access to Times Square from any direction.
Move away from the area. We are closing the street.
We've gotta get off the street. Come on.
It's him! You look exactly like him, man.
-Aadesh! -It's okay. Come on. Come on.
Tell the truth!
Guys, let's move, please. No. No questions. Let's go.
-Do you know where he is? -We're working on it.
They're gonna kill him, aren't they?
-Ms. Newman. -They put this everywhere.
We're sealing off Times Square to stop a crowd from gathering, but yes.
They hacked the game stream, and they're flooding sites with it.
Katherine?
-I need to get you away from the hotel. -Why?
Because whoever set off the alarm did so as a diversion.
Why?
Because they'd just killed Martin Copeland.
I'm so sorry to have to tell you that.
Who shot him?
The same people who took Leo?
We can't be sure at this point.
Do you know where they are?
-We believe they're still in the-- -No.
It's a simple yes or no question, so why don't you just answer "no"?
Do you see the problem? Do you see what this is all about?
Until we find him, which we will,
-I need to move you out of the hotel. -I need to see him.
Who?
Martin.
I need to see him right now.
-Ms. Newman-- -I told you I would not leave here
until Leo is safe.
Is he safe?
No.
Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
Tell the truth! Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
Where the hell are we going?
Let's keep moving.
Keep up. We need to stay out of sight.
I'm done.
We're all fucking done, thanks to you. Why'd you have to kill him?
It's what I came here to do.
-That is so selfish. -Guys.
What about us?
I'm sorry, but I owe Monique
-more than I owe you. -We have to keep moving.
I don't care what happens now. I can just hand myself in.
I'll tell them that none of you had anything to do with it.
Anything to do with what? The kidnap?
You didn't kill anyone, okay?
None of us did.
It was Sean. It was all Sean.
Now come on.
There's a lift.
Come on. One of these fucking buttons has got to work.
Shit.
What?
I left the gun in the room.
Where'd you get it?
Monique's friend.
-Fuck. -You're a good shot.
I guess that's where we'll go then.
I was aiming for his head.
Let her through, but keep an eye on her.
You said someone was trying to kill you?
I haven't done anything wrong.
No, Professor Cresswell.
As we explained, you're not under arrest or being accused of anything.
-We just need your help. -I need protection.
From who?
I live on this old barge, tethered.
Hasn't moved in 25 years.
I don't see anyone, but I could hear them.
Outside. This week, Tuesday.
Or maybe it was Wednesday.
-What day is it today? -We don't have a lot of time.
Why did Leo Newman's kidnappers show your picture?
Do you know who Leo Newman is?
I knew they'd come.
Who's "they"?
They buried everything.
I tried to publish. I did everything I could. Truly.
But that's when it really started.
Whisper, whisper, whisper. The whispering.
About what? About your relationships with students?
Come on.
And people believed those rumors?
People? Yes.
But not just people.
Deborah was much younger than me when we…
We fell in love.
Twenty years younger.
But even at 18, she--
There was only ever her.
How she could not see that, I--
Okay, so your wife, Deborah, she believed the rumors too.
Not wife. We never married.
But she left you?
She said things you can't unsay.
Or un-hear.
Couldn't take the risk.
Then gone.
I never saw them again.
-"Them"? -"Them"?
Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
Holy shit.
Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
Billboards in Times Square.
You said we'd know we made it
when our clients were on billboards in Times Square.
A few desks and a coffee machine.
You thought it was so cool to be right in the middle of it all.
And then we realized why it was so goddamn cheap.
The reality wasn't cool or exciting.
It was… empty.
And hollow.
And dark.
Stay where you are.
Leo, where are the kidnappers?
They are the kidnappers.
You did this.
What happened to us, Martin?
Talk to us, Eric. You had a child?
-Tara? -Tara? No.
-What are you doing? -Tara, stop. Tara!
Nobody could find me. But she did.
Even as a baby, she was determined.
-Hey. -Leo, well done.
Hi, honey. You okay?
Once she set her mind to something--
Is that Tara?
-No Tilson? -No.
My Evie.
-Hey! Hey, stop! -You stop!
-Nobody shoot! -You bitch!
-You lying fucking bitch! -We all lied.
-Step away from her. -Lower the gun!
You set me up! You set us all up.
You let-- You let me kill Copeland!
What?
-Everybody stay calm. -Leo.
Martin's-- Martin's dead?
Copeland might not have been part of this, but he did send that rendition team.
He admitted it. Monique is on him.
No, it is on you. It is all on you!
None of this would have happened if it wasn't for what you have done.
-Poor, innocent Natalie. -What?
You were chosen for a reason. You all were.
-Why? -You know why.
Because you're a part of what makes it possible
for Cooper Newman PR to carry on ruining lives. Aren't you?
Who the fuck are you?
Leo, stop.
No one was supposed to die.
-Too late. -Lower that gun.
Is the rich white boy realizing he doesn't control everything?
You bitch.
-Go on, shoot me. -Natalie.
Go on. Do it.
I have got nothing left to lose thanks to you.
Tara?
Did you really-- Did you really pla--
Hey. Hey, hey. Okay. Okay, okay.
You really planned this? Right from the start?
Not this part.
It doesn't matter now whether you believe me,
but nothing after we were released from the NCA was planned.
The rest was us reacting.
The four of us, our links to CNPR and the masks,
was meant to be a distraction for the first 24 hours.
Five of us.
What?
There are five of us.
He had nothing to do with us.
Right. So it's only me that's innocent here.
-Wait. None of that explains-- -I told you--
-No. -It's the only way we could get through.
Yeah, but why here? Why'd you bring us here?
Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
Tell the truth! Tell the--
We can't just stay here like this.
Nobody's going anywhere before Katherine Newman tells the truth.
You must really hate her to have done this.
Or really love her.
This was their first office. No one knows that.
They erased it from their story. Doesn't fit the image.
It's empty because the owners worked out
the place is more valuable as advertising space than for people to work or live in.
Most people don't set out to make the world worse.
-Just happens. -But it's not too late.
It is for Martin.
When my father died, he was there for me.
He was there for both of us.
Instead of all this, couldn't you have got a therapist?
It's not like you can't afford it.
Okay. Well, let's say--
Let's just say your mother does whatever it is you want her to do.
She has to tell the world the truth about my father.
That she lied about his work and about him.
-Cresswell's your dad? -I don't give a fuck who he is!
Okay, but what then? What happens next?
He's just, what, supposed to go back home?
And what about you? What about them?
-No way. -What?
Don't you see what they're doing?
They're trying to convince everyone that we were the kidnappers all along.
No, we're not.
Because there's no need.
They're already convinced.
You can't seriously think you can just create your own version of reality
like we're all in some kind of fucking computer game.
Why not?
The rich and powerful have been doing it for years, and mostly no one complained.
But now we can fight back.
Look how easy it is.
Top story on news feeds from all over the world.
They all seem to think this is reality.
Someone is always in control. The question is who and why.
Where are they going?
You can't afford to look away.
This is my life. This is my real life.
-You shoot me and I'll bleed. -Like this?
You think this is makeup?
Yeah, well, I'm not denying that I told lies.
You got access to Cooper Newman's dirtiest secrets.
-But I didn't look at anything. -Exactly!
You're not an idiot.
You knew precisely what CNPR is about, and you had the chance to expose them.
But it didn't even occur to you,
because all you were thinking about was getting a job.
-I'm not one of the bad guys. -You made a choice.
Tara, please, you know me!
You know us! You know we're not the bad guys.
-Does that make it better or worse? -And none of us know each other.
Do any of you really trust one another?
Why didn't you say that you picked that up from the hotel room?
-What? -My gun.
I even said that I left it there. Why didn't you say you had it?
Because he's a cop.
Aren't you, Eddie?
-Eddie? -Fuck it, man. Just tell 'em.
Tell 'em what?
He works for your mother.
It's all right, Eddie. You can tell them.
I'm sorry, man.
You lied.
-You-- -Aadesh, don't.
How did you know?
-We didn't. -Not for sure.
But we never would've got here without you, would we?
Please. What exactly did she tell you?
Eric.
I thought I'd lost her.
Listen, sir.
Your daughter is in a whole world of trouble right now, okay?
The kind of trouble people don't get out of.
-At least not alive. -But you can still help her.
I know what it's like to lose a child, Eric.
I was in the military.
And my son…
All he ever wanted to do was follow in my footsteps. And he did.
And he was so proud, you know?
I saw that look on your face when you talked about Evie.
It's the same look he has when he talks about his daughter.
My son was killed, Eric.
And now I'm never gonna see him again.
All those years away from your daughter, at least you had hope.
That she might come back into your life one day.
And once you lose that hope…
and that photo's all you have…
Help us.
Daisy.
So, I finally got you a phone.
By the time you watch this, it'll all be over.
Or it won't, because you didn't do as you were told, as usual,
and you're watching this early.
Either way…
you're probably gonna hear a lot of things about me.
And in case I'm not around, I wanted you to hear my version
so you can make up your own mind.
I told you I don't know who my birth father is.
That's not true anymore.
I always wanted to know.
And after Gran died, I felt like I could look properly.
Took a while,
but eventually…
I found him.
Your grandfather's name is Eric Cresswell.
God, Daisy, you would love him.
He never did what anybody told him to either.
And he's clever, like you.
He found evidence
that one of the biggest oil companies in the world didn't want anyone to see.
So their PR agency spread lies about him.
They destroyed his reputation and his life.
And not just his,
because lies, and the damage they do, gets passed down.
Generation to generation.
Your gran took me away when I was little
because she was worried I'd be affected by what my real dad had done.
Or what people said he'd done.
And I understand that. I don't blame her for it.
But I think she was wrong.
What parents do always affects their kids,
no matter what.
That's how it should be.
…a lot of those chanting "Tell the truth" tonight are younger people.
Whatever happens,
this feels like a new generation demanding to be heard,
saying, "We want to do things differently now."
I've learned from someone not much older than you
that it's not enough to disapprove.
It's not enough to post a clever comment on social media and get on with your day.
It's too late for that.
It's time people like Katherine Newman paid for the lies they tell.
And amongst other good news stories, I have some of my own to announce.
I can't tell you how proud it makes me to confirm that my son, Leo,
will be president of the Cooper Newman Charitable Foundation.
Effective immediately.
Thank you.
Come on up, honey.
What I'll say is I'm proud and excited about the future.
I've learned from the best,
but now I'm also gonna do things my own way.
…future. I've learned from the best,
but now I'm also gonna do things my own way.
Thank you!
Thank you.
But most importantly, my Daisy Duke,
above everything else,
I just want you to know that I love you.
Sorry to wake you, sweetheart. I know it's late.
But there are people on the phone. It's about Mum.
No, don't be scared. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
I'm with her.
Could Tara have been in touch with her without you knowing?
By email or any other way?
Has Mum been in touch with you at all?
No.
You're positive she doesn't have a phone?
I'm certain.
Look, can you be more specific about what exactly he said to her?
He says that Tara told him everything should become clear,
but if not, Daisy would be able to explain.
You know it's important to always tell the truth, sweetheart, don't you?
Did Mum say anything to you about meeting her real father?
-No. -No.
Was there anything specific about her New York trip?
What about Mum's New York trip?
Was there anything she said or did that seemed a bit weird?
What did she say about this?
She didn't say anything. Just where they do the big countdown.
-What is it? -It's-- It's a snow globe.
She brought it back for Daisy.
It's Times Square. It's the building where they do the countdown.
Number one, Times Square.
I need you guys to leave, please.
Everybody out. Clear the room.
Thank you.
Anything?
No, but those sirens are definitely getting louder.
There's only another 10 minutes--
Shit. Check the screens!
Backup power's on.
Oh, God!
Drop the gun.
Get me confirmation that was gunfire.
You keep these protesters the hell away from here. Understand?
I'm still waiting for more
on that increased activity around Times Square, but--
Okay. Okay. Right now?
Give me the phone.
Why? You said you'd already made contact.
It doesn't matter now, does it? They know we're here. They cut the power.
-What if they come in shooting? -I said give me the phone, Tara.
Now!
Eddie!
You, you, over there.
-Sean, please. -Shut up.
Hey, Leo. Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.
You don't scare--
On your knees, all three of you.
How did you find us?
Tracker in your shoe.
They weren't a part of setting you up.
In that case, you two can go.
Joke.
He didn't set you up either.
Why did you come back?
I told you at the cottage, someone will have to pay.
You don't understand what this is, Sean. What it could be.
Problem is, I don't care.
I don't believe you.
I'm okay with that.
-Come on, Leo. -No, no, no, no, no.
Sean, no. Sean, please.
Come here. All right. Come on.
-Get up, you. -Leo!
Leo, I'm sorry.
Get down.
Eddie! Eddie.
Shit. Oh, shit.
He needs a hospital. Tara, give me the phone.
No, Aadesh, we can't. We can't.
-Because he's police? -No, because we can't stay here.
We can't leave him either.
They'll arrest us as kidnappers, then Sean kills Leo!
-Natalie, he knows the truth! -Yes, and he might die!
Exactly! Exactly.
Fucking asshole!
Something's happening.
Ms. Newman? Can you hear me, Ms. Newman?
How are you holding up, Ms. Newman?
I'm sorry, but--
I need to speak.
-Can I speak? -Okay, sure.
Go ahead. You're live on air.
First, I need to talk about Eric Cresswell.
As you may now know, more than 25 years ago,
Professor Cresswell's skill, integrity and hard work
yielded results that could've had many consequences.
Including costing my company's client, IOP,
and, indeed, the entire sector, a huge amount of money.
I can't speak to what they did.
But at CNPR, we created an entire strategy of disinformation
in order to protect our clients' interests.
We commissioned rival reports from lesser scientists,
built a whole community of highly visible experts,
all of whom had only one brief:
to emphasize the uncertainty around climate change.
At the same time, in order to minimize damage
in the case that Professor Cresswell's report reached the public domain,
we tried to discredit him as a source.
We did that by building a suggestion
he had inappropriate relationships with young women.
That wasn't emphasizing the uncertainty. That was a lie.
Mr. Cresswell did nothing wrong, professionally or personally.
We did. I did.
She's doing it.
She's actually doing it.
Ms. Newman, that's quite an admission.
I'm not done.
The worst of it, I realize now,
is that when we undermined Professor Cresswell,
we undermined science itself.
And the repercussions of that
may be as damaging and far-reaching as climate change.
Because we undermined the facts.
We created doubt when there was none
and helped bring about a culture where nobody trusts anything.
Even their own eyes.
Because one person's fact is just as true as anyone else's,
and there's no such thing as a lie.
The truth is that that's maybe the biggest lie of all.
I'm telling you, the only chance any of us have got is to tell the truth.
We didn't only help make people doubt the truth.
We helped make them doubt it even existed.
One of the things Leo learned from her.
People want stories, not facts.
And you… we… are the best story.
And for that, as much as anything else…
I am truly, truly sorry.
People want the three of us to be the kidnappers. And Sean.
They-- They want to believe in what they think we did.
So why not let them?
The fact that I didn't know at the time
that these things were happening in my company,
it's no excuse.
The fact is, it is my company and, therefore, my responsibility.
We're the only ones who know what really happened.
Nobody's gonna believe Sean, and the kids won't say anything.
-And if Leo is-- -You're insane.
And you're going to jail for a very long time.
Are we really gonna let this all be for nothing?
I have learned a lot in the past week.
This experience has made me realize that I got a lot of things badly wrong,
both as a businesswoman and as a mother.
-And I want a chance to go on learning. -Aadesh.
I can see how much you want to make something of your life.
Well, this is it! And I think you feel that.
You should go.
Eddie.
Are you alive? Oh, God.
You need to go now, out the way Sean came in.
I'm not leaving you.
I get it. I'm with you.
We do know each other.
Now!
Active shooter!
NCA officer! Stay back!
Go, go!
-Face down! -I'm NCA! I'm NCA!
Keep your hands where they are!
Stay where you are.
-Look at me! -I'm looking.
The world has changed,
and CNPR will change with it.
If we don't, we will die, and we will deserve to.
Ms. Newman?
-They found Leo, Ms. Newman. -What?
He's alive.
Is he--
In an underground parking lot near Times Square.
Thank God.
Okay. You're all good.
Tell the truth! Tell the truth! Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
Tell the truth! Tell the truth! Tell the truth!
I got a visual.
Suspect spotted. How do you want me to proceed?
Go!
Stand still.
Hey!
I heard you're lucky to be alive.
Did they find them?
So far, only Natalie.
Hey. It's not your fault, okay?
You did everything you could.
I'm proud of you.
And you're safe. You and Leo.
Yeah.
We did it.
Talk to you soon.
Hey.
I wanted to thank you for everything.
Well, thank you.
Did you see him yet?
About to.
Have you told your daughter you're coming home?
About to.
Professor?
-Hi, Granddad. -Daisy.
It's nice to meet you.
Leo.
Mom.
Hi.
Leo. Leo.
It's hard to believe it's real, isn't it?
One thing you still have to learn, hiding the truth is easy.
Escaping it is…
Nobody can look away now.
We'll see.