Not many outsiders understand the Russian mindset.
I'll take a chance with you.
So many of us have dedicated ourselves to Redback.
If you should let it slip from your grasp now...
Nothing's slipping.
-What is it? -The DNA results.
She's not yours?
How am I gonna tell her?
You drugged me!
The day before the explosion,
you walked into the pub carrying a big, heavy bag.
William Ogilvie gave the order.
Pity to see you go, Katrine. It really is a terrible waste.
This can't come out before the referendum.
She has to know.
It'll look as if you manipulated the whole thing.
We need to keep this between us, Adam, just for now.
Get in the fucking car.
Shit!
William, she's gone.
What is Redback?
Don't say anything.
I'm giving you the opportunity to put things right.
Let me show you what your father did.
-No. -The man is corrupt.
-You killed... -What else have you done for him?
-You put... -What else?
Shit.
You shot me.
All right, sit on the chair.
Kill me and you'll never know how to stop Redback.
Tell me.
You're not gonna tell me anything, are you?
Maybe killing you stops Redback.
Maybe I underestimated how important you are.
So I pull this trigger and it's game over.
Okay.
Okay, what?
Let me show you what your father did.
-Oh, no! It's... -Yes.
The proof is on my phone.
I'll show you and tell you everything you need to stop Redback.
You don't have anything.
I'm not letting you get away from this!
He blew up the Skanda pub.
He gave the order to piggyback Calvin's bomb.
Two detonators. Two bombs.
He blew the place apart... without a warning.
He made it look like it was Calvin's screw up.
Bullshit!
Being his handler you screwed up.
Alaric Henderson's confession is on my phone.
Tell me what Redback is!
Your father killed innocent people.
There.
Beatrice's car coming into shot.
-She's armed. -But not with a service weapon.
She didn't log one out from the armory.
That is Katrine at the wheel.
Best way. Heading south down Cheetham Street.
Comes out on Dover Street.
Want me to check for underground car parks or garages
in the vicinity?
Not yet. Uh...
Go back.
There.
That road on the left.
It's a one-way street.
Ah, well.
Breaking all the rules now.
Trace the new route.
Let's get them found.
Better let the DG know.
Agent AWOL with a GRU operative.
Well, that'd be her career. She's not working with Poulsen.
She may have gone rogue, yeah, but she's our rogue.
No one turns Beatrice Ogilvie.
You're willing to take your career on that?
One hundred percent.
You can put this right.
I saw what Oleg Adamov did to you.
You didn't see.
You watched.
I saw a man with his boot on a woman's throat.
He has a hold on you.
Yes, he does.
Okay.
So let's deal.
You tell me what Redback is...
and I'll look at whatever you've got on your phone.
I'll look at it.
Okay.
"Redback" is a code word.
For what?
For a Russian action in England.
It's complex.
It's devised by the GRU
and...
in the beginning, they didn't think it would work, but...
To be honest, you made mistakes.
The pieces fell into place.
The first stage began...
You were going to tell her.
I was playing for time.
I would've been dead before I told her.
-Have you got the worm? -Yes.
Your orders could not have been clearer.
Get the worm and bring it to me.
She's got it.
Everything can carry on as planned.
And what are you doing, Gavriil?
She's been shot. I'm calling the doctor.
-We're fine. You can go now. -She needs...
I'll handle this from here.
Okay.
You wanted William Ogilvie.
You tried. Fine.
Now let's go back to work.
Yeah, but I'm not done with him.
William will get what's coming.
We are two days away from finishing. Everything we worked for.
Time to focus, Katrine.
Fine.
Do you want me to stop?
No, for fuck's sake!
It's 7:00 a.m.
and you're watching The Nation Decides on GMT.
Stand by.
Three, two...
We're live from the Downing Street press room
for exclusive interviews.
Today is the big day. The polling stations are open.
By midnight tonight
either Adam Cornwell's United Kingdom will be whole
or Isla Robson will have the ambitions of a lifetime
finally realized.
We're ahead in the polls.
Here's the plan.
Don't fuck up. Don't lose.
Put that on a T-shirt, you'd make a fortune.
Campaigning's over.
Can you kick back and relax?
No, absolutely not.
As soon as this is done, I'll be back out making my case.
-The polls have you... -I don't have much faith in polls.
But those who do have us trailing,
it's only because of the 55-45 home advantage the PM gave himself.
I'm happy to talk to anyone who hasn't made up their mind.
Dad.
Katrine ambushed me, knocked me out.
I'm in a warehouse.
57-1SH.
Right. Stay where you are.
I'll get you an ambulance.
Turnout is rumored to be very low.
This means the Yes campaign
would require a Herculean effort to reverse the swing.
-Are you off to vote? -Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay.
You are... coming back?
I'd like to.
Good.
It seems silly me asking.
I was wondering about the DNA results.
As soon as we get them, you are the first call.
Will you be disappointed if I'm Adam's daughter?
No.
God, no.
I'd be delighted.
Okay.
See you soon.
Surprised the doctors let you out.
I didn't have a choice.
Is the machine working?
Bought a new one.
Thought it would help with morale.
I thought we were on the same page.
We are.
But you changed the plan.
I reacted to new information.
Oh, I didn't have time to call you.
You gonna tell me what happened?
My father's doing the debrief.
Well, it helps to get your story straight.
Too late for stories.
Hello?
Holly, hi.
Any clues on how you're voting?
Who is this?
Miriam McFawn, Associated Press.
Well, I'm voting for my dad.
Except he's not your dad.
What?
Sorry, I thought you'd have been told by now.
Told what?
Well, we've been sent the DNA results.
Adam Cornwell isn't your father.
Well...
I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.
So, what happened?
Where is Katrine Poulsen?
She got away.
We had a strategy. You sabotaged it. Why?
Why do you think?
Let's follow interview etiquette, shall we?
My aim was to discover what Redback is.
And did you?
Nearly.
-I wanted her sitting there, not you. -She wouldn't have said anything.
Even with a gun to her head, she doesn't talk.
Does she?
Did you get anything from her?
She's working with the Russians.
Oleg Adamov turned her. He's her handler.
He killed Torben Jensen.
Gavriil Sergov is involved.
Was he there?
I was trying to play the two off each other.
Anyway, I turned my back and...
He must be more scared of them than he is of us.
We need to change that.
Levi,
get a team out... to Sergov's club.
Full building search and all-service alert on Sergov.
On it.
Why did you stop me last night?
I went to that address, Alaric Henderson's.
Nobody home.
The door was open. Signs of a struggle.
Would you like me to get Forensics on it?
No, I'll do it.
Sir.
Shit!
What was your question? Why did I stop you?
Didn't the officers...?
The questions they asked, they weren't exactly across it.
Special Branch, it's a misnomer.
You called them to keep me in the building.
Yep.
Why?
I mean, Levi was about to go solo and I made him bring it to you.
Why did you keep me here?
To protect you.
Do I have to spell it out? You're my daughter.
You had armed backup.
-I wasn't gonna be in any danger. -That wasn't the danger.
The Russian plan, I needed to hear it from Katrine Poulsen's mouth.
And to do that I was prepared to use methods that are...
high risk.
I wanted to shield you, safeguard your career.
-That should've been my choice. -Well, next time it will be.
So, can we...?
You had her in the car. You had her in the warehouse.
Plenty of time for a chat.
What did she tell you?
Some lies.
Some half-truths.
Some intel, which seemed incredible.
Excuse me.
Yep?
Police were already at Gavriil Sergov's club.
A follow-up to the drugs raid that was empty.
As in completely.
Not even light fittings. Everything gone.
He owns half of St. John's Wood.
Can't be that hard to find.
We all know that exit polls can be wrong,
but given the Prime Minister
already has what's being referred to as a home advantage,
requiring 55% of the winning vote,
then we can say that the Vote Yes campaign is losing.
Not bad.
Maybe missed my calling.
I should have been a doctor.
Thanks.
Why lipstick?
I don't get it.
They thought there is less chance of it being stolen.
Beatrice had it in her hands and she didn't even know it.
Playing with fire.
Be careful. You'll get burnt one day.
Like Jelena?
It's not funny.
It's not the way I would have gone.
Beatrice's father gave her up.
No.
Do you have somebody else?
A big fish.
They swam right into our net.
Well, who is it?
You'll meet my catch later.
He gave the order.
Who did?
William.
William Ogilvie gave the order.
Bad news, I'm afraid.
Word of your escapade has reached the DG.
Right.
How might that have happened?
No idea. I have a meeting with him at 4:00.
You'll think of an explanation to safeguard my career?
How can I explain
that you had Katrine Poulsen at gunpoint alone
and that she told you nothing?
It wasn't nothing, though.
It was nothing we didn't already know.
She showed me a clip
of Alaric Henderson playing piggyback.
So we can have this out with the DG if you'd prefer.
You see, that was easy, wasn't it?
Right, I'll take responsibility for this debacle with the DG
and you and I will reconvene at 6:00 at my place.
And I'll rustle something up.
Perfect.
Etta.
You should know... this is doing the rounds.
Well, I'm voting for my dad.
Except he's not your dad.
What?
Sorry, I thought you'd have been told by now.
-Told what? -Well...
Oh, God.
...we've been sent the DNA results.
Adam Cornwell isn't your father.
You've been sitting on the DNA results.
It was my call not to tell you.
Why?
So you wouldn't have to lie to her.
I wouldn't have lied. Why would you assume that?
Sorry.
Holly should've been told the moment you knew.
We didn't know the results would leak.
It doesn't matter!
Etta, wait! Adam's got back-to-back interviews.
He needs to work out how to respond to this.
Look, please!
I know I fucked up... but we will deal with this later.
I'm going to call Holly.
Someone round here needs to be putting her first.
When are we meeting your mole?
Soon.
Shit.
I'd rather have the pain
than a cotton wool feeling in my head.
When you first talked to me, you said you'd been where I was.
On the same bridge,
one step away from ending it.
I lied.
I would have spotted a lie.
I lied about the bridge.
It wasn't Copenhagen.
It was Moscow.
And everything else?
Everything else is true.
What put you there?
Tell me.
There's a show called Nord Est.
Very popular.
It says something positive about my country, for once.
And then October 23rd, 2002, came.
The Chechen rebels stormed a theatre. Took everybody hostage.
I was three months into my Special Forces.
Our task was simple.
Free the hostages, kill the Chechens.
You used gas?
VX.
Venomous agent X...
England's finest export.
It did the job.
It killed the rebels.
It also killed 200 innocent civilians...
many of them children.
Lost in guilt.
That's how I find my bridge.
My commanding officer talked me down.
How?
He saw in me what you see now.
He said, "Russia needs men
who feel the agony of a wounded motherland."
-Hello? -Holly.
Thank you for picking up.
Adam is a shit for not telling you.
He didn't tell me either.
I think you already know that.
But if I'm being honest with you...
even if he was your biological dad,
you never would have really had him.
Just the idea of him.
I'm fine. I just wanna be left alone.
-Stop calling. -Holly, wait.
The insinuation that I'd use Holly for political gain
is incredibly offensive.
-But... -No, hang on.
Humans are messy.
They want to believe. They need hope.
For their families.
For their country.
I'm no different.
Please, don't judge people for hoping.
Thank you, Prime Minister.
Let's return to studio.
It's true that there have been ups and downs in this campaign.
However, it seems there won't be any last-minute surprises
this voting day.
Turnout has been low and the Nos appear to have it.
You seen this poll?
Looks like we're holding up.
You came across as believable. People said they saw real emotions.
They were real.
Nothing's more important than sincerity,
and when you've learnt to fake that...
Etta!
We fucked up. No arguments.
How is Holly?
There is so much I wanna say to you...
but right now this country needs your head in the game.
Where are you going?
To meet the person
who's going to give us independent Scotland.
-Give me a second. -They want to meet alone.
What?
Who runs who?
Okay.
The truth.
I'm worried about you, Katrine.
Tomorrow is the most important day of my life
and I can't do it without you.
I need you to rest.
Then bring back some alcohol.
Get better first.
I did what you wanted.
I released the DNA results.
We didn't factor in the Scots.
What?
Their sentimentality.
The Scots don't give a flying fuck about the Prime Minister's daughter.
So it's a plan B.
I need the tape.
If I do that, they will know it was recorded in the next room.
They will know it was me.
We'll doctor it, don't worry.
Traffic noise, birdsong.
They'll think it was recorded from half a mile away.
Adam is my best friend.
Yeah. Okay.
If you prefer, I can make threats.
Your wife is in a spa tonight with her mother.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
By giving me the tape you'll be saving their lives.
Does that make you feel better?
Please.
Or maybe...
you should see the footage I've got.
The Black Sea in June, stunning views.
Holiday of a lifetime...
until something went wrong.
Fuck!
As you can see, "Yes" is on 44% while "No" is on 56%.
Turnout is rumored to be very low.
The sense I'm getting on the street is that People trust Adam Cornwell.
And they think he's got their backs.
Latest exit polls.
We're going to lose.
I can't help thinking of Dad.
Like I've let him down.
Don't talk shite.
Your dad would be so proud of you.
I know I am.
And the fight's not done yet.
We don't have to lose.
Theoretically... the voting system could be hacked.
How would you do that?
Digital voting.
There are people who can manipulate.
Really?
It would save lives.
It would save lives?
That was the Prime Minister, Adam Cornwell,
talking to one of his special advisers
about the possibility of faking the referendum results.
Jesus!
Well, this is massive.
...Davis to talk about the impact...
Tell me that's another deep-fake recording.
Friend or foe?
It's me.
Friend or foe?
Let me in.
Take a pew.
He gave the order.
Who did?
William.
William Ogilvie gave the order.
He's obviously drugged.
He's telling a Russian agent what she wants to hear.
Oh, come on. Seriously.
I'm not wearing a wire.
This house is your fortress.
Can we please be honest with each other?
Honest? Says the girl who rescued a Russian spy and won't tell me why.
I did it because I don't trust you.
So, what do you want?
I just want us to have a straightforward conversation.
Like... like we've never had.
Well, as Daddy and his little girl, obviously, we can do that,
but as members of Military Intelligence, Section 5,
that's not an option, is it?
We don't do it as either.
What was your role in the Skanda bombing?
Did you plan it? Did...? What...? Did you okay it?
Turned a blind eye? What?
What I did and didn't do...
Events occur.
My relationship to them is always opaque.
As my old FRU commander used to say, "Cast no shadow."
You killed people who you vowed to protect!
No, I vowed to protect the union.
The union consists
of considerable more than 11 bystanders.
So, that's your defense? That the end justifies the means?
I don't need a defense. There's no proof.
You're being manipulated by an enemy agent
who even now has her own terror plan,
which you have been working around the clock to thwart
and which has claimed the lives of your boss and two of your agents.
Did you not stop for a moment to think about how I might feel
thinking that I was responsible for the deaths of those 11 people?
Oh, for God's sake! Beatrice!
Will you ever grow up?
I'm trying to protect you.
All of you.
Everybody. The Service.
That's what I do.
You can step into a court of law and say that you know nothing.
That's what I do for you.
What do you want, Beatrice?
I thought I wanted you to admit it.
I thought that...
I thought if you talked through it
and you made me understand, then I...
Then I wouldn't hate you.
First of all, Shavonne,
as we speak, a police investigation is underway
into what amounts to a serious breach within Downing Street.
Prime Minister...
But, most importantly, let me be clear,
I would never contemplate rigging an election.
Is it you on the recording?
Miss Fosterlines makes an off-the-cuff remark.
More tongue in cheek than anything.
Which you, on the tape... you then entertain.
What you don't hear,
because the recording has been cut off,
is the part where I categorically close it down.
-Prime Minister, sure... -This
is a blatant attempt to defy democracy.
Whoever did this
edited a private conversation for their own agenda,
deliberately and maliciously withholding the part where I say no.
Surely you understand why people are outraged.
I'm appealing to the people of Scotland right now.
This is an attempt to discredit me.
Plain and simple.
I urge you to look into your hearts and believe me when I say
I would never go against the democracy
that I have spent my entire career trying to defend.
I'm asking you to trust me.
We are stronger together.
And there you have it,
the Prime Minister's final words for this evening.
At Warrenpoint, I saw a man cut in two.
Second IRA bomb. Young squaddie.
One of 18 killed that day.
And I still see him.
Legs gone.
Holding out his arms, begging for help.
I take his hand and I swear to him
that what he fought for I will fight for.
With every breath I will fight and we will never lose.
If the union dies,
that young man's sacrifice is for nothing.
Nations are fragile.
Holding them together takes strength and courage.
And self-sacrifice.
You don't get to be the rogue agent and the one in charge.
You've got too much power to act like a mercenary.
Katrine Poulsen...
What about her?
She's out there somewhere...
with a stone-cold assassin.
Redback's still in play.
You could have stopped it.
You had her.
Katrine Poulsen and Gavriil Sergov in the same room...
and you have nothing.
I have to take this.
Yeah.
Right.
I wasn't going to.
They said they had to...
talk you off a bridge.
Mum used to say...
"Don't lie to me 'cause I can see right through you."
So I never did.
Even when it got me into trouble.
Why did she lie to me?
Holly,
she was trying to protect you.
Who's gonna protect me now?
You have got your friends.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Things will never be the same again.
Come here.
As night falls, voters are determined
to get out and make their voice heard.
Reports from polling stations up and down the country
suggest that more people
have arrived to vote in the last hour than the whole of the day so far.
We are looking at an unprecedented turnout.
And I'm now being told that we can go live to Edinburgh,
where it seems the party has already started.
Voters are taking to the streets in their droves
filming themselves
eager to document their independence vote.
Adam.
Tonight the streets of Scotland are alive with cries of freedom.
Exit polls suggest
this will be a humiliating defeat for the Prime Minister
and some would say deservedly so.
I must say I've seen some astonishing sights today...
I did not see that coming.
William's gonna lose his shit.
The Scots have spoken.
But nobody could understand what they said.
Has anyone seen Beatrice?
She said she was having dinner at her dad's.
What do you think this means for us?
We're on our own.
What about those people now?
The ones you killed.
Exit polls now indicate
an overwhelming victory for Isla Robson.
She's done what her father couldn't and what many leaders...
Dad?
To say the PM gave her a helping hand
would be a bit of an understatement.
But that's for the UK to deal with because as of tonight
Scotland begins a transition to independence.
I think you've done it!
Oh, I could cry.
That'll have to wait.
Transfer of power at midnight.
The troops want a speech that'll blow their bloody roof off.
That's what they're going to get.
-Slange Var. -Slange Var.
Independence.
Independent Scotland.
God, we're going to do so much.
A nation once again, Dad.
A nation once again.
The Prime Minister that broke up the United Kingdom.
That's my legacy.
I'll have to step down.
You've been a good PM.
The Party will see you right.
The Party will see me right.
Find a berth for me in the House of Lords.
Earn 300 quid for sleeping all day.
We are witnessing an incredible scene.
If what you did, you did for the union,
well, it's done now, so you can be honest with me.
The only person you're protecting is yourself.
-Where are you going? -Home.
Work, I don't know.
What will you say when you get there?
I don't want you to go.
That's mine.
We'll discuss this in the morning.
Dad...
Dad.
Dad?
Dad!
Our newly won independence offers freedom,
but with that freedom there comes a challenge.
The Scottish referendum was stolen.
Get your bots-blitzing social media
with stories discrediting this result.
That's not their job. We're not Russia.
We soon will be!
What you do today changes Europe for ever.
I've commissioned a judicial inquiry into you and your department.
Redback, 1,000 to 1 shot, but here we are.
We insert the USB, type in the code,
three minutes to upload and get out.
You set me up.
Sorry?
Do you think I was shocked when the tape surfaced?
-The country's at a crossroads. -Spare me the speech!
Why are you so incapable of change?
I need to speak to the Minister of Energy!
So get him out of the meeting!
Let's take this now to the police!
Well, obviously, I can't let you do that now, can I?
-Because you know that you'll lose! -Because we're at war!
William Ogilvie.
I'll help you get him.
Subtitles: Lea Espector www.plint.com