Sergeant David Budd, Metropolitan Police.
British Transport Police have put out an alert on a possible suicide bomber
attempting to board a London-bound service.
(She gasps)
Don't do that, please. Just stay still. Stay still.
Get down on the ground! Put your hands on your head and get down! Get down!
Nadia, stay right there. Don't move. Don't move.
- Step out of the toilet! - No!
- (She gasps) - OK.
Great job, David. Credit to the Branch. I'm assigning you to a Cabinet Minister.
Very good, ma'am.
Home Secretary, just how anxious should we be about this terrorist threat?
Only those intent on acts of violence have anything to fear.
The Counter-Terrorism and Security Act, 2015, simply does not go far enough.
You're making a move for the leadership.
That interview you did on telly. Did you mean what you said'?
The thing is, David slash Dave, I don't need you to vote for me,
only to protect me.
JULIA: I can't see an y justification
for believing the Taliban would govern Afghanistan in peace and harmony,
or Isis would ever form a state with which the world could have diplomatic relations.
That doesn't require apologising for the past.
- You need help, Dave. - Love, I'm sorry,
- but we can work through this. - I've met someone.
(Bottle clatters)
Put "PTSD" on your job application, who's gonna hire you'?
You said it out in Helmand. If you ever found yourself beside one of those
bastards that sent us out there, you'd close your eyes and pull the trigger.
Like a prince and a princess getting a lift in, eh'?
Everyone else is already in, so in you go, quickly, all right'?
- (Handbrake clicks) - Come on, now, Charlie.
We had all that messing about at home.
Let's not make it worse, please.
ELLA: He says they call him names. He hates it.
What have I told you about crying'? Never show weakness.
They only hum you more. Right, big man, in you go.
Charlie, in we go, please.
- Good boy. - (Seat belt clicks)
(Car door opens)
(Car door closes)
(Sighs)
(Phone buzzes)
- (Click) - Sorry, ma'am.
(Phone buzzes)
(Disconnects call)
Sorry, ma'am, I need to keep it on for work.
(Phone buzzes)
I think you'd better answer that before it drives us all up the wall.
- Apologies, ma'am. Hi, look... VICKY: What were you thinking?
I just got caHed in by his teacher. He's really upset.
I'm at work. I'll call you back.
- No, don't hang up on me, please. - I can't talk right now.
The special school they haven't got a place for Charlie.
He's got to stay at Heath Bank.
Shit. Look, I'm working, but we'll find the person to talk to,
we'll find the right school.
- They said it'll be at least a year. - I'm really sorry, love.
(Disconnects call)
Apologies again, ma'am.
- 7-9, Lavender entering the building. - Received.
(Low chatter)
(Lift doors open)
- Morning, Sergeant. - Morning, sir.
Someone screwed up the time? I thought this conference was at ten.
No, it's still on. Some kind of private meeting.
Oh.
We have intelligence on a possible terrorist attack on a London school.
Oh, my God.
The cell's comms are encrypted
but metadata suggests a pattern of reconnoitring schools.
Feed these through to the police when they arrive.
Ordinarily I would,
but one of the schools threw up a link to a serving police officer.
His kids attend.
David Budd.
- It may be a coincidence. - Yes, it may,
or a terrorist cell's obtained confidential information on the officer
who foiled the 1st of October attack and this is their plan for revenge.
In my experience, information leakage occurs for one of two reasons.
Either police officers fail to communicate securely,
or an officer susceptible to bribery or blackmail is responsible for the disclosure.
If there's a police leak, we should keep this to ourselves.
Thank you.
And taking specific steps to protect the school in question
may redirect the terrorists towards a different course of action,
action we're unprepared for.
We'll tighten security around the schools and hold back the reason why.
- Mike. - Anne.
- Tahir, how are we settling in? - Great.
Thanks again for bringing me into the team.
The press have been editorialising on RIPA-18.
Maybe Tahir could set up an interview defending the policy?
Couldn't you argue that defending would only serve to validate the criticism?
I agree. Since when did we stan doing the Opposition's job for them'?
- We'd be an improvement. - (Julia chuckles)
Right.
We all know everyone.
Mike Travis, Minister of State for Counter-Terrorism.
Stephen Hunter-Dunn, Director General of the Security Service.
And Anne Sampson, Commander of MPS Counter-Terrorism Branch.
So, perhaps we could start with an update on 1M0.
The bomber herself claims to have been coerced by the husband
and she remains too intimidated to reveal much.
And who are their accomplices? Where did they get the bomb'?
- What are their targets'? - Inquiries are ongoing.
Clock's ticking. Maybe my officers would have more success.
Come off it, Stephen.
We're happy to receive relevant intelligence but it's our investigation.
Look, look, I... I think we might need to take a step back, hmm'?
Police jurisdiction's clear.
Mike's right. Let's move on.
(Gentle sigh)
(Ringing tone)
VICKY: Hi. - Hey, sorry about earlier.
- Just calling to catch the kids. - Right. Nothing about school, OK?
Try not to upset Charlie.
Sure, sure.
Ella, Charlie! Daddy's on the phone!
Quick one, mind, it's well late.
Yeah, sorry, that's my fault.
Come on, you two. Say a quick night-night to Daddy.
ELLA". Night-night.
Night, sweetheart, love you.
VICKY: Go on, Charlie.
CHARLIE: Night, Daddy. - Night, big man, love you.
VICKY: All right, you two. Off to bed now, OK?
Fm sorry, I wanna get them both down for (he night.
I could come over tomorrow and we could go and see the head'?
What's the point, Dave? We've tried that.
Unless you've got a magic wand?
I'm sorry.
- Night-night. - (Line goes dead)
FRANK GARDNER: Officers from the Metropolitan Police
Counter-Terrorism Command SO15 have been working round (he clock
- pursuing /inks to the rail attackers. SUSAN RAE: ..device was very sophisticated.
The Metropolitan Police have expressed fears other devices have been constructed.
NICK ROBINSON: The threat level,
set by the Joint Terrorism Analysis Centre, stands at Substantial.
SOPHIE RAWORTH: No new arrests have been made,
and accomplices to the 1st of October bombers may still be at large.
(Tyres screech)
Ma'am.
- This way, ma'am. - Thanks.
- Ma'am, thanks for coming down. - What's going on'?
Multiple subject activity on WhatsApp.
The metadata fits with a cell on our watch list.
Everything else is encrypted.
- Location? - South London.
We've got lumps on their cars.
I assume we'll share this with the Security Service,
- maybe worth getting their take on it'? - No, not just yet.
- We've got MASTS in situ'? - Yes, ma'am.
They've reported to the TFC. Subjects on the move. One team visual.
Right.
They're taking no chances.
Driving like my gran.
(Into radio) Alpha Two Three, Brixton Road
- northbound, speed two five. - Continuing north.
En route towards high-value targets in the Lambeth/Waterloo areas.
OK, let's mobilise S0019 to holding locations for Waterloo Station
- slash Southbank targets. - Copy that.
CONTROL OFFICER: Sir. Order from SFC.
Trojan to SE1. Hold locations.
Stewart's Road, northbound.
West on Ascalon Street.
Back up.
That's good.
Received. MASTS unit stationary, standing by for further activity
from Subject Vehicle inside an industrial unit.
What are you doing'?
It's them! Shit! Go!
Stand by.
Subjects are now driving a white LGV.
Repeat, Subjects are now driving a white LGV.
Subjects are now en route in an LGV.
DAF seven-and-a-half tonner.
Foxtrot Echo Zero Eight, Uniform Yankee Oscar.
Now they're in an untracked vehicle, possible VBIED.
We can't lose them.
Alert all ARVs in the area to assist.
If MASTS can't achieve a natural stop, I'm authorising Enforced Stop.
Order from SFC. All ARVs in vicinity of Alpha 2-3 north of Brixton...
TEAM LEADER; Hold back, hold back.
Subject Vehicle's diverted towards Cambermrell.
- Shit! - Nearest ARVs are en route, ma'am,
but the MASTS vehicle's still closest. TFC's re-spinning the wheel.
(Tyres screech)
Christ. They're onto us. Carlisle Street. Speed Three-Five.
(Tyres screech)
Authorise MASTS and ARVs to carry out Enforced Stop
with Critical Shot authorised if required.
SFC to TFC. MASTS and ARVs authorised for Enforced Stop and Critical Shot.
- Received. - (Siren on)
Go, g0, 90, 9°!
Go, g0, go, 9O, 9O!
(Siren blares)
(Metallic crunch)
(Car alarms sound)
(Chatter and laughter)
Shit!
Move it! Move it! Move it!
- Move it! Quickly! - (Children scream)
Now!
(Siren wailing)
(Tyres screech)
- Now! Now! - (Children scream)
(Rapid gunfire)
- Hurry up! Hurry up! - (Children scream)
(Rapid gunfire continues)
(Car alarms bleeping and beeping)
(Dog barking)
Shh. It's all right. It's all right.
Uniform Oscar Zero Six. Shots fired, shots fired.
Subject Vehicle stopped. Vehicle stopped.
OFC confirms from MASTS and ARV Subject Vehicle under control.
- Shots fired. - (Exhales)
Armed Police!
- Everyone OK'? - We're OK. We're OK.
I don't see an IED trigger!
Anyone see an IED trigger?
Stay there!
- (Boom) - (Glass shatters)
- (Children scream)
(Low rumble)
Two subjects and three officers confirmed dead.
Five officers injured, two severely. That's right, isn't it, Amit'?
- Yes. - My God.
Beyond that, the full facts are still emerging.
No organisation's claimed responsibility.
KIM: (Over radio) 7-9, go back to back on 2.
7-9 on 2.
Skipper, it's just come up on the Box, an JED took out a MAS TS Team
and an ARV in Carnberwell.
Jesus.
Three officers down, more in intensive care.
No idea of the target yet'?
The incident occurred near a school in South London.
Er, Heath Bank Primary School.
Shit.
- You know the school? - Er, no.
Fortunately no casualties amongst the pupils and staff.
I need to get moving. The PM's chairing COBRA in half an hour,
and JTAC have already moved the Threat Level to Severe.
OK. I'll pull everything together from the Security Services and SO15
as it comes in.
- 7-9. Lavender on the move. KIM: Received, 7-9.
- Have you heard yet'? - Over the radio, ma'am.
Deepest sympathies to those officers' families.
In strictest confidence but you've got a right to know.
It happened near your children's school.
What'?
None of the pupils were hum. But you should call your wife and kids.
Thank you very much, ma'am.
(Lift bell pings and doors rumble open)
David. Till we know more, we've moved your family to a safe house.
I'm afraid the budget doesn't stretch to two.
Thank you, ma'am, I'm glad we're all under one roof.
I've already spoke to them. Everyone's fine.
Good. But you understand the question it raises?
I don't get how they could know which officer was responsible
for the 1st of October unless there's been some kind of leak.
We don't know. We're investigating.
Meanwhile, we have to take the view if there's any risk, any risk at all,
of you being a target, it puts not only you and your family in jeopardy
but also your colleagues, maybe even the Principal and her staff.
I'm sorry, David, but you're restricted to desk duty pending reassignment.
Oh, come on, ma'am, I'm not the one who's fucked up here.
The leak, they're the ones that should get punished.
This isn't a "punishment", David.
Ma'am.
(He knocks)
- No worries. In you come, sarge. - Thanks for coming over.
- I'm just glad you're all all right. - The whole thing's terrifying.
- Kids, your dad's here. BOTH: Daddy!
Hey, you two. Hey.
- You all right'? BOTH: Yeah.
ELLA: There was a big bang. - Oh.
- My ears hum. - Are you all right now'?
Mm-hm.
Mum and Dad are just gonna have a chat next door, OK'?
OK.
They've evacuated the school. Everyone is terrified.
(Bottle top clatters)
One of the coppers said it could be that this is all about the train attack.
The problem is there's too many out there with a big mouth.
You've lost some colleagues today, I get that.
- It could've been your ovvn children. - I know.
If you're gonna be like this, maybe you should go.
Not if the three of you are in danger. No.
- Do you think they'll try it again'? - I don't know, do I'?
(Door opens and closes)
(Clock ticking)
- How's it going, skipper? - Aye, brilliant.
- It's great fun organising duty rotas. - Maybe I could make you a cuppa'?
- Kim, shake a leg. - Ah, sorry, skip. I'll catch you later.
Sorry, sarge.
(Papers rustle)
ANDY: Do you know any of them'?
DAVE: Not really. ANDY: Poor bastards.
We've known enough of them over the years. Too many.
Sanctimonious bitch.
I call upon my parliamentary colleagues to pass my strengthened
Regulation of Investigatory Powers Bill...
She's doing exactly what they all do.
Exploit the situation to get more power for themselves.
She said shit like that during the war.
Just a snivelling little MP back then,
trying to join in the big boys' game.
Sign a piece of paper, a hundred blokes get killed.
But who suffers? Her kind couldn't give a shit.
I can't believe you protect them.
Did.
What's that, mate'?
I'm a "security risk".
They've put Vic and the kids in a safe house.
Shit.
I can live with being in the line of fire. Made a career out of it.
But my family... now, they were always...home safe.
That's the way it works. Even in civvie street, it's the same thing.
They're in it for themselves.
They couldn't give a shit about a bloke like you that takes the risks.
You're the mug that suffers the consequences.
How do you reckon she'd feel if she got a taste?
Taste of what'?
Suffering the consequences.
We were able to recover remnants of the device.
It was operated by a timer, which we assume the bombers activated
when they made their final charge towards the school.
The explosive employed was triacetone triperoxide,
the composition of which proved a match to the one employed on the 1st of October.
Both devices were extremely powerful with sophisticated mechanisms.
The reason for targeting the school. Has that become any clearer yet'?
It's possible someone who witnessed the 1st of October rail attack-
a civilian member of staff, maybe a member of the public, we don't know -
has links to the terrorists.
Right...
Much more likely, the leak was internal.
There's no evidence for that.
Either you've got a security breach in your own ranks
or your officers failed to detect another accomplice involved in 1/10.
Added to which, your surveillance operation failed to detect the subjects
had hired a light goods vehicle.
- If there are any learnings to be... - Please don't say "learnings".
Now, since you haven't announced any new leads, I'm assuming you haven't got any.
We are still putting together a picture of events surrounding the attack.
JULIA: And if you succeed, will you share that information?
- Yes, of course. - When it became clear the subjects were
gathering to carry out an operation, did the police share that with the Security Service?
With respect, how would that have altered the outcome?
I'm losing confidence in the police's ability to make rapid enough progress,
so I'd like to take up Stephen's proposal for the Security Service
to assume a role in interviewing the 'If'! O bombers.
ANNE: What? - Thank you.
Home Secretary, you are setting a dangerous precedent.
We agreed, I think, that this can only be a police matter.
We all welcome intelligence guidance from the Security Service.
ANNE: Exactly. Thank you. My officers and I are determined to succeed...
No. The one officer who actually successfully averted a threat,
he's the one you people want to remove from my protection team!
It sends completely the wrong message.
Um...that isn't my department.
No, your department is counter-terrorism -
the most expensive area of policing - and it's failing.
I don't understand why you're saying this now.
I think we're done here.
(Door opens)
(Softly) Fuck you, Stephen.
It's all right.
(Tap on door)
That all got a bit heated in there.
I hope I'm not speaking out of turn, Julia.
The security guidance regarding PS Budd's removal
- is completely justified. - I'm a target regardless.
Anne Sampson's right. I'm hoping you're not serious
about giving more responsibility to the Security Service.
They're less transparent, less accountable. It sets a dangerous precedent.
The real dangefis to our national security.
(Birdsong)
Yes, Mum.
Yes, I know, but they're fine. I promise you.
Hang on. Give me two seconds.
Kids, I'm not gonna ask you again. Breakfasfs ready.
- (Knock at door) - Come down.
Mum, I'm gonna give you a call back. All right'? OK.
Post from your home address. Don't worry, it all gets X-rayed.
Oh, thanks.
Dave'?
- Dave! - Yep.
- Look! - (Footsteps approach)
Charlie, come downstairs. Look at this. Charlie, it's good news.
Come down. They've said he can start after half term. Isn't that brilliant?
- Someone's pulled strings. - How would they know about Charlie?
- I'm not sure. - Oh, it doesn't matter. It's brilliant.
Charlie. So, you know that nice school that's gonna help you with your reading?
They've said you can go there.
CHARLIE: Really? VICKY: Isn't that great? Yeah'? Aw.
Come on. Shall we tell your sister? Yeah'?
CHARLIE; Ella.
David.
Your line manager doesn't appreciate your attitude to administrative duties.
They are not my strong suit.
Just as well you're being restored to active duty at the Home Office, then.
Thank you, ma'am.
Not me.
Seems like you've made friends in high places.
That's it. Piss off.
Ma'am.
(Chatter)
Hi. Look, Julia's expecting you. I'll take you right through.
Cheers, Mike.
(Taps on door)
Simpler if it's just Stephen and I.
You don't mind, do you, Mike'?
Uh, no. OK, carry on.
Home Secretary, how are you today?
Better than the bastards trying to blow us to kingdom come.
I've got a first-rate team on the 'If'! O bombers.
We're confident we'll identify...
(Glass wall mutes speech)
Take a seat, Stephen.
I knew I could count on you.
Just holding up my end of the bargain.
There isn't a listening device in this office, is there?
You tell me.
Given the sensitivity of the material,
we've got to be meticulous in our corroboration of the facts.
(Engine starts)
It's good to have you back, PS Budd.
Thank you, ma'am.
- Cheers, Kim. - See you over there, skip.
Sierra Zulu 7-9. Lavender on the move.
(Low chatter)
ROB: I hope this is OK. JULIA: Good choice.
Haven't been here in ages.
You've just been under so much stress lately.
Don't worry, we'll order some wine as soon as Indira and Sanjeev arrive.
Not like them to be late.
You couldn't text them, make sure they haven't gone to the wrong place?
I was, uh...
...worried you'd cancel.
They're not coming'?
Sorry.
It's OK.
- Would you care to see the menu'? - No, thank you.
Look, probably best if we all reschedule.
I'm sorry, I should have told you, but let's have some nice food,
a couple of drinks...on me.
This feels weird.
(Kim into radio) Change of plan. Lavender on the move.
- Have you home in no time, ma'am. - Great.
Ugh, I've just remembered I've got nothing in.
Do you mind if we stop on the way home, David?
Certainly.
This is very generous of you, ma'am.
I'm just pleased you didn't veto the idea for security reasons.
You're pleased my night out was an unmitigated disaster?
No...
It's just there's risk with being seen out in public.
Well, it's easy to say when you're a smug married.
- Sorry, have I put my foot in it'? - I'm separated.
I hope I didn't cause of fence.
I must have misunderstood.
The phone call with my wife'?
Mmm.
I've made the mistake of judging by my own standards.
By the end of my marriage, we were incapable of speaking to each other
with anything other than utter contempt.
Don't worry, we have our moments. We just try to put the kids first.
Mmm. And how are they faring?
We had some good news about my son's schooling.
Mm. I'm glad.
If you were involved, ma'am, my family's very grateful.
I went into politics to help people.
Well. You don't want to keep the backup vehicle waiting,
and I've got work to do, so...
Yes, of course. I'll just clean this up, ma'am.
Unless you fancy a cuppa'?
I should make it.
Kettles, ma'am, they can be quite the danger in untrained hands.
(Water bubbling)
(Helicopter whirring)
- (Reporters shout questions) - Planning to move in, Home Secretary?
Lavender and Indigo inbound.
REPORTER 1: Are we facing a state of emergency, Home Secretary'?
REPORTER 2: Is this your new address?
(Barrage of questions)
- Want a heads-up'? - Nope.
PM's pissed off. Thinks you're hogging the limelight.
Naturally, I've disabused him of the idea
that you're rogue enough to attempt a leadership challenge.
- Everyone's ready, Prime Minister. - Thanks, Roger.
PM: Good morning, everyone. JULIA: Morning.
PM: Did anyone see the Arsenal game'?
I hope the family's coping with the move.
It must be very disruptive.
They're all a bit anxious. I can't deny it, ma'am.
Sorry to hear that.
- I hope you don't mind me asking, ma'am. - Yes'?
How'd you know the name of my kids' school?
It must have appeared in the immediate incident report.
Sorry, ma'am - I don't mean to argue -
the attack occurred only a few minutes before.
It seems a bit early for the connection to be made.
It musfve been in relation to your son,
from asking a colleague in the Department of Education
to organise his transfer to a specialist school.
- David, let's talk... - (Loud thud)
- Argh! - (Loud thud)
Down, down! Go, go!
- (Gunshot) - (She screams)
(Tyres screech)
(Tyres screech and horn blares)
(Bullets strike door)
(Breathes heavily)
- (Screaming) - (Bullet strikes door)
Stay down! The bullets can pierce windows but can't get through the armoured metal.
(Into radio) Control. Sierra Zulu 7-9. Status Zero, Thornton Circus.
Control. Sierra Zulu 7-9. Status Zero, Thornton Circus. Lavender is TA.
Repeat, Lavender is TA.
CONTROL: Sierra Zulu 7-9. Control, received.
All call signs proceed to Thornton Circus urgently.
4-7. 7-9, back-to-back on 2.
MAN: Received, 7-9.
We've lost Terry. We're sitting tight waiting for backup.
- Suggest you do the same. - Wilco.
- (Bullet strikes door) - Argh!
It's OK, ma'am. It's OK.
The bullets can't get through the armour plating.
It's OK. It's OK.
- Control. 7-9 Sierra Zulu with a sit rep. - Go ahead, 7-9.
We need armed support and air ops to the scene as operational priority.
TFCs deploying to the scene.
Area being cordoned off and unarmed held back.
AR Vs en route, E TA two minutes.
Control. 7-9, received.
Two minutes, ma'am. We sit tight. You're gonna be fine.
You're doing really well, ma'am.
You're doing great.
- (Bullet strikes door) - Aargh!
It's OK.
It's OK, ma'am. It's OK...
It's OK...
(Bullets strike door)
It's OK. It's OK. It's all right. It's OK.
(Julia breathes heavily)
Stay right down, ma'am.
(Gunshot)
- Control. Sit rep, Sierra Zulu 7-9. - Go ahead, 7-9.
Shooter is located on roof of Pascoe Houset-O-O-O feet
south of Thornton Circus. Single shooter only.
Received, 7-9.
- Where are those ARVs? - Area lockdown ongoing.
- ETA two minutes. - You already said "two minutes"!
Agh!
Ma'am, I need to get you to safety. Ma'am, this is what I do. Trust me.
(Grunts)
4-7, 7-9, back-to-back on 2.
MAN: Go ahead, 7-9. - We're sitting ducks here.
- Lavender on the move. - Shit, what?
Follow, close formation. Here we go, ma'am.
(Revs engine)
- (Bullets strike door) - Stay right down, ma'am.
The roof armour will protect us, ma'am.
(Gunshot)
You're doing great, ma'am.
Soon he won't have a line of sight.
(Car horn blares)
We're safe now, ma'am. Hold tight.
(Tyres screech)
Don't move, ma'am.
- You'll be fine. - No... No, no!
- Take care of the P. - Sarge.
Armed police! Get down! Stay down! Remain calm!
I need access to the roof!
Stay down! Remain calm! Officers will be arriving!
This way.
(Lift door opens)
I need the roof.
Through there, and up.
(Breathing heavily)
(Footsteps)
Armed police!
(Exhales)
It's over, mate.
(Exhales)
It's over.
For me.
Not for you.
You've got to finish the job.
I'm fucked.
- Don't... - Someone's got to stop her.
- Get it done. - Don't!
- (Gunshot) - (Voice muted)
KIM: Area confirmed secure. Lavender safe to travel.
Escorting her out of the building now.
I'm very sorry about Terry, ma'am.
(Siren approaches)
SUSAN RAE: The attack on the Home Secretary began with shots fired
from the roof of Pascoe House, a building undergoing refurbishment.
GORDON CORERA: ..struck her vehicle, claiming the life of her driver, Terence Foyer.
SOPHIE RAWORTH: Julia Montague was unhurt
and is in a secure location receiving round-tne-clock police protection.
JUSTIN WEBB: As a result of the assassination attempt,
the UK Threat Level has been raised to Critical.
VICKI YOUNG: ..Police Commissioner says the terror events
pose an unprecedented threat to national security.
(Creaking)
(Phone buzzes)
PS Budd.
Service entrance just round to the right, sarge.
(Lock clicks)
No complaints about the surroundings, but...
...it's unsettling not to be allowed back into your own home.
Following an attempt on your life, ma'am,
all protection measures have been ramped up.
And do you think I'm still in danger'?
It'll turn out to be a nutjob acting alone.
SO15 don't know anything about the gunman'?
I can't imagine they're telling me more than they're telling you.
I've got a meeting in the morning with Stephen Hunter-Dunn.
Maybe the Security Service can shed more light.
Why were the police held back from entering the square?
It wasn't safe for unarmed officers to go in.
No, I don't mean them. The ARVs.
We were under attack - you, me, members of the public.
- Terry was blown apart. - Are you all right'?
Who would give that order?
To hold resources back and leave us in the line of fire'?
- I can't imagine that's what was going on. - Just answer the question, please, David.
That would be an executive officer at SO15.
Anne Sampson.
I can't imagine the ARVs were being held back without good reason.
- First priority's preservation of life. - I was being shot at!
(Clatters)
That would suit her, wouldn't it - me being smashed to pieces?
Ma'am, why don't you sit down and let me take care of this.
(She exhales)
I'm not the Queen.
You're allowed to touch me.
(Door opens)
(Footsteps)
(Door closes)
REPORTER 1: Home Secretary, is there a concern you're still a target'?
For security reasons, I'm afraid I can't disclose any specifics.
REPORTER 2: Any comment on the assassination attempt?
Only that I'm extremely grateful for the swift and courageous actions
of the Security Services,
and I'm deeply thankful there weren't more casualties.
REPORTER 3: How are you feeling, Home Secretary'?
I'm feeling ready to return to my mission of fighting the enemies of democracy,
and I'm undaunted in my determination
to pass the RIPA-t 8 legislation needed to get that job done.
Not stage-managed at all.
Who's she trying to kid'?
Oh, yeah. Number 10.
(Exhales)
(Beep)
Yeah, Mike Travis.
Could you put me through to Anne Sampson's office at New Scotland Yard'?
Thanks.
David, come in.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
As you can imagine, it's pretty hectic around here.
Any progress, ma'am'?
Not yet.
The shooter signed into Pascoe House as a tradesman using a false name.
He was carrying no ID or devices.
Fingerprints haven't thrown up a database match either.
We'll find out, and his accomplices if there are any. I'm not here.
Eyes front.
You've distinguished yourself again, David.
I intend to put you forward for a commendation.
There's even talk of a medal.
Thank you very much, ma'am.
Obviously Thornton Circus will have to be looked into by the IOPC,
as the gunman died at the scene,
but all the witnesses say you acted with complete professionalism.
There's 101 places I need to be.
Sorry, ma'am.
Stephen Hunter-Dunn,
the Director-General of the Security Service.
The Home Secretary's met with him how many times in recent weeks?
I've not been counting, ma'am.
They're having almost daily conferences and keeping me out of the loop. Why'?
No idea, ma'am.
CRADDOCK: She's overruled our security advice.
ANNE: She's taken the 1st of October attack off us.
Unjustified, unprecedented.
This is a very, very dangerous politician.
Someone who must be stopped.
But a politician who happens to regard you as her blue-eyed boy.
CRADDOCK: There's an upside to the Home Secretary having you reinstated.
You know everyone she meets - when, where, how long.
We've arranged to keep her at The Blackwood, with an adjoining room.
My surveillance team will issue you with the necessary equipment to monitor her meetings.
Is that lawful, ma'am'?
I've got my duties as a PPO. I'd rather stick to those, ma'am.
She's got you wrapped round her finger.
CRADDOCK: I see this all the time, David.
The minister ingratiates himself with the PPO.
A favour here, pulling strings there.
You think it's out of the goodness of their heart?
It's so you'll keep their secrets, no matter what.
Our investigation is well underway into the bombing that took place
right next to your kids' school.
We heard the Security Service had advance knowledge schools were targets.
And who do they run to with their intelligence?
One of her team told me, in strictest confidence,
as soon as the school was mentioned, she recognised the name straightaway.
There's only one plausible explanation.
She'd been given prior intelligence it was a target.
All your precious Home Secretary had to do was say the word
and your kids would have been out of harm's way.
But she sat back and let it happen.
(Lift bell dings)
Ma'am.
I'll be in the adjoining room. Have a good evening.
- Yeah. - (Opens door)
You too.
Sarge.
(He exhales)
(M uffled footsteps)
(Lock turns)
(Both breathe heavily)
My job. Your job. It just complicates everything.
(She gasps)
Nothing complicates my job.
It's to protect you.