Red Election (2021) s01e02 Episode Script

"Redback" is the code name
for a major terror attack
on British soil.
Alexander Kutiev was bugged.
This was in his flat.
I will throw the bottle.
Everyone will die.
Evacuate the building.
Don't open the doors!
- Did you apply for Glen's job?
- No.
What are you two talking about?
Adam is going to give the Scots
their referendum.
Comms got a flag
from Rieper Hansen, in Denmark.
The head of Cybersecurity's
gone AWOL.
He's disappeared
and stolen a process
for the creation of biofuels.
- Where's Torben?
- Who the hell are you?
- Get off!
- IC, one male.
Assumed armed with nerve agent.
It's the bastard who killed Glen.
He almost beat her to death.
Think it might've been a play?
I'll call doctor Hassan.
See how she reacts to hyoscine.
I'm not doing it.
If this terror attack
Kutiev has warned us goes ahead,
you'll wish to God you had.
Torben?
Get off!
Where is he?
I don't know!
Where is he?
On the fucking floor!
Come on. Radio check.
One IC, one female
in and out of consciousness.
Ambulance called.
You let that go on too long.
Is she gonna live?
Yes.
HEADQUARTERS
Katrine Poulsen's condition
is listed as "stable".
No new information on Torben Jensen.
Our number one priority
is to find this guy,
a man capable of causing carnage
with chemical weapons
and almost beating a woman to death.
- Thirty seconds.
- Have the cash ready.
He's our link.
He wants to find Torben
as much as we do.
So if we find him, we find Torben.
We find him, we've got Glen's killer.
We find him, we get Redback.
So find him.
- Lose the hat, Sherlock.
- Yes, ma'am.
Forty-three seconds.
She's not as myopic as people think.
Only a fool would bet against her.
Check with the other desk,
make sure they're not seeing
on the target's photo.
A man who can get a nerve agent
doesn't just arrive on thin air.
Sure.
William.
I apologise for keeping you waiting.
- Prime Minister.
- I'm afraid I have a few minutes.
I'll go straight to the point.
It's my opinion
that rather than risking the Union,
that you should cancel
the referendum.
Yes, I won't be doing that.
Meeting over.
Prime Minister, we're in a new game.
We didn't devise the rules.
Russia did.
What makes you think you can win?
The polls.
The polls.
Forget the polls.
They take no account
for what you're up against.
Russia is adept at undermining
and controlling small states.
Creating one in Scotland
would be a coup
and they would do everything
in their power
to get the result that they want.
Well.
I have every confidence
that your department
is more than capable of handling it.
I'm so sorry, I do have to go.
Forty-three seconds, bang on.
Never gamble on an Ogilvy
when pride's on the line.
- Declan was in on it?
- Of course.
What's up?
I'm going to interview
Katrine Poulsen again.
After what happened,
she might be more cooperative.
Did William say anything to you about.
Glen's replacement?
That's what you're thinking about
right now?
- The job's yours.
- Don't.
I believe I'll convince Scotland
that going in alone
is not in their best interest.
How are you going to do that?
I'll knock on every door
if I have to.
You're gonna go
and knock on every door?
Because if not, your no lies approach
just started with a big one.
If you don't vamoose,
the Israelis are gonna go home
very pissed.
- I'm going.
- I need a favor.
If I have to stop walking,
I think Nikki would implode.
Holly wants to see me.
Shit.
Can I talk you out of it?
No.
Nikki's got a flat she never goes to,
because we work her so hard.
I don't want any of my team.
This has to be off-off books.
The DPS will go bat-shit crazy.
You're not Margaret Thatcher.
The PM can't go walkabout
without security.
- Keys.
- Thanks.
Thanks. Fine.
Yes, I'm going.
Hi, Leanne.
I have a private meeting
this afternoon.
I need to organise new security.
I read that report
into William Ogilvy's daughter.
Can you find out if she's available?
Great, thanks.
Thanks.
You need to answer some questions.
How long were you watching me
getting beaten up?
Police on the scene
said you let it go too long.
He was trying to get information
that we needed.
How many more times?
I don't know where Torben is.
Do you know that I'm pregnant?
Why didn't you say?
How is it?
The baby?
Piss off.
Look the man who attacked you
knew where to find you.
OK? We can keep you
and the baby safe.
Yeah.
You really have
my best interests at heart.
Where are you going?
Torben?
She doesn't leave this room.
What, you lost him?
Now we have nothing!
Get changed. You're coming with me.
Are you okay?
I'm bringing Poulsen in.
We both know you can't arrest me.
If you wanna help the case,
just stay here.
every floor, every outdoor space,
ambulance bays, car parks.
Get a warrant. Whatever it takes!
I wanna know where Torben went.
- How's Marcus?
- He's getting his nose reset.
He's gonna bitch about this
for weeks.
So, Katrine.
How did Torben know
where to find her?
Are they in contact?
I'll interview her again.
Here.
Prime Minister's secretary called.
- Needs you on a job.
- I'm busy.
William okayed it.
God.
I'll handle our Danish friend.
Just let her stew for a while.
Impatience is her weak spot.
Beatrice
Your mentor.
His Civil Honor.
He'd want you to have it.
Spare me.
Yeah?
Just heard back
from the data vampires downstairs.
They went eight levels deep
on the Torben account.
This was in a Cayman account
for 35 seconds and then it was gone.
Do we still think
the man at the hospital was Torben?
Looks like him, but it wasn't.
Say Poulsen made a mistake.
So, why'd he run?
Caught sight of Beatrice, perhaps.
He wouldn't be the first man
to run a mile.
That's a joke.
I spoke to her earlier today.
She still doesn't know.
Know what?
About Glen's job.
Well, she soon will.
Could you have Marcus step in?
Marcus is still at the hospital.
So, who's that?
So, you're telling me
that I can't walk back?
Can't let you through
without your pass.
I work here, mate.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
Miss Poulsen.
I'm sorry to have kept you waiting,
but Mr. Ogilvy will see you now.
We'll have all four nations' cameras
pointed at us.
If he doesn't share
a platform with me,
then how's that gonna look?
Either we're united
in this "no campaign",
or he's putting his personal views
above his party.
Find out when he can meet
because this needs sorting.
Thanks, Leanne.
I'm out of commission
for the next hour.
Emergencies only.
No, I'll be back for that.
See you later.
Thank you for agreeing to this.
Well, it's my father
you should thank.
I don't know what this is.
You'll give a speech for him tonight?
- It was supposed to be Glen.
- Whitelaw.
His idea. Mark my father's 30 years
in the service.
Well, he's a remarkable man.
Yes. When they broke the mold,
they made him.
Do you know what you're going to say?
Working with your father.
Do you worry it puts a strain
on your relationship?
Well, I figured I'd see more of him
if I went into the service.
And having a
powerful, strong-minded man
for your father
Is that a help?
Or a hindrance?
May I ask where this is going,
Prime Minister?
Up a blind alley, clearly.
I'm sorry. As you were.
My father treats everyone
according to merit.
No help. No hindrance.
What can we expect in there?
It's a private meeting.
Just me and one other.
- Male? Female?
- A woman, yes.
The flat's owned
by one of our political advisers.
And no one knows you're coming here?
Until a couple of hours ago,
neither did I.
You wait here.
My meeting's already arrived.
Don't scare her.
Copy that.
- All clear?
- Yes.
All clear. Bring him in.
I don't mind.
No, I couldn't.
It's a public building.
I didn't think
you'd care about rules.
I obey all the rules
that are insignificant.
It's good karma for the ones I break.
Care to tell me what you were doing
running rampant in my back yard?
There wasn't much back and forth
between our agencies, so I
I thought I might force the issue.
Well, actually,
I was on the phone to your boss.
We go back a long way.
He's very fond of you, by the way.
He's expecting me to put you
on a plane back to Denmark.
Yet, here we are.
What did you discover
in the Torben files?
That he took me for a fool.
Might have been that.
The person we're interested in is
the one who assaulted you yesterday.
I didn't see his name in the files.
Well, would you like to give it to me
and I'll put it in?
I'm offering you a way out,
you appreciate that.
A way out of what?
Torben father of
He's a wannabe arms dealer,
which means you're either a shit spy
or you're in on it.
Which is it?
You buried your little sister.
Who was more like a daughter to you.
You've been overlooked at work.
You have more red flags
than a Moscow parade.
It was Torben
who pulled me out of the fog
after my sister died.
So him and, and this,
they are the most hope
that I've had in years.
If he used me,
then I want to rip his heart out.
Well, that's why
you're not on the plane home.
No.
The reason is that your people,
they have nothing.
So, right now, I'm your best bet
at finding Torben.
So, let's stop this messing around,
shall we?
Very good.
I'm gonna enjoy watching you.
Goodbye, Miss Poulsen.
It's been my absolute pleasure.
See you around.
- Code blue.
- What are you doing?
Stand still! On your knees!
Drop onto your hands!
- Get on the floor now!
- Code blue.
Do it now!
Clear the area.
- Get him out.
- What's happening?
Just do what she says.
Lie flat on the ground.
Quickly now.
Shit!
We'll get you back to Downing Street.
- Well, who are you?
- I'm a photographer.
What, press?
I was sent an email telling me where.
Who sent the email?
It was anonymous.
You thought to break in
past the PM's security detail
and no one would mind?
I was just told
it would make my career.
It'll get you ten years in jail.
Hope it was worth it.
The photo's already been uploaded
to the cloud.
How about I upload you to the cloud?
It's an absolute shit show.
I want you to get on this.
Gross invasion of privacy.
Not in the national interest.
Go on.
I told you the DPS
would lose their shit.
You cannot just sack off
your armed guards.
I wanted privacy.
You'll have double the guard
next time you go to the toilet.
- You've made your point.
- And well done, you.
He says you threatened to kill him.
We have a photo of the PM
with a code name scrawled across it.
- Redback.
- He was a pap, not a fucking killer.
I couldn't see
what he was pointing at the PM.
He's lucky I didn't take him out.
The TV crew is waiting for you.
I was led to believe
you were reliable.
No. Don't you dare
try and put this on us.
His main selling point
is his honesty,
which the tabloids
are now questioning, thanks to you.
For taking a secret detail
to meet your bit on the side,
maybe questions should be asked.
Get rid of her.
Now.
Look,
my team were handpicked.
I can vouch for them with my life.
The PM's location was leaked
and it wasn't us.
I mean, the guy had a key,
for God's sake.
Your dad was right about you.
Sorry?
I had you on a short list of one
for Glen Whitelaw's job,
but your father
he told me you weren't up to it.
- He
- Now you can go.
Well, Jonathan, I can confirm
that after a fruitful conversation,
we've worked out a schedule
whereby the leader
of the opposition and I
will take turns going up to Scotland
to convince people
that a no-vote is the right vote.
And, yes, there will be crossovers
where we both appear on stage.
After all,
this is beyond party politics.
The state of the Union is paramount.
Prime Minister, when will you tell us
who the mystery woman is?
Well, Jonathan, we're here today
to talk about the referendum.
The people have a right to know.
This is the single biggest issue
facing the United Kingdom
How does your wife feel
about this situation?
I think the statement
that both political parties
are making by appearing on stage
at the same time
sends a very clear message
to the people of Scotland.
We want you in the UK.
The photographer's info
came from spoofed email addresses
saying the PM would be with a woman
at such and such a place.
And the combination to a lock box.
No digital fingerprints on the email.
There's no doubt about it.
The sender's an expert.
You think this is linked to Redback?
If it is, I'm not seeing the play.
So, what do you want me to do next?
Hey?
Well, you're the boss, right?
- Congrats, Levi.
- Yes, top one.
So, William told you?
Found him!
Berlin just emailed.
- Right.
- Oleg Adamov.
Worked for the GRU.
Hardly any paperwork.
Kabul market, 1996.
And Leppo Airport, 1999.
Paris, 2017. He was there.
Zagreb post office, '05. Jesus!
All right, this guy
is a serious player.
Let's get that picture circulated.
I want eyes on the street.
My money's on him
still being in London, okay?
Let's bring him in.
If that's alright with you.
Sure.
Comrade Adamov,
so nice to see you.
Gavril.
- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.
I'm sorry.
Look, we always knew
this might happen.
That poor girl
lost her mum a month ago.
And she's come to you for support.
That's exactly why I'm trying
to keep her name out of the press.
Yes, but
eventually
you're going to have to tell them.
That's who you are.
That's why you were elected.
You tell the truth.
And
And if you do tell them
that Holly's your daughter,
I think we all
need to be sure that she is
your daughter.
A DNA test will prove it.
Unequivocally.
Okay.
But if we do do it,
I don't wanna lie to her.
We need to have her consent.
So get it.
The name's Bond.
James Bond.
Yeah, more like Octo-pussy.
A bit overdressed
for the late shift, mate.
- You're not coming to the knees-up?
- No.
And neither are you.
What?
I'm sorry, Cinderella,
but the likes of you and me,
we're never invited to the ball.
Forty-nine known acquaintances
of Oleg Adamov,
so get your dialling finger out.
Wait. Seriously?
Then why did Beatrice
tell me to hire a tux?
Hey, it's funny.
But I look the fucking business.
Right.
She wants updates every hour.
Hi.
Hi.
I saw your press conference.
Yes.
As train wrecks go, that was
one of the best.
I won't mind
if you wanna tell them about me.
From the photo, I don't
think you can be identified.
That's good, I suppose.
When you're ready,
we'll tell them who you really are.
Okay.
But if we do that,
the press will treat you
like public property.
I can handle it.
We all say that till it happens.
When they come at you,
they're like a wolf pack.
They'll pick your private life
to bits.
Your mum's, too.
I don't think we had anything
to hide, Mum and me.
The thing is
I don't wanna put you through it,
if there's any doubt.
What do you mean?
I mean, if we're gonna go public.
If?
Then
we need to know for certain.
Know what?
That I'm
really your father.
But you are.
Mum told me.
Look, I know this is hard,
but we just have to know for certain.
So
A DNA test
would let us know where we stand.
You don't want this, do you?
No, it's not that.
Your mum told me there was
a one-in-three chance.
What do you mean, one-in-three?
That you could be
someone else's besides besides me.
She never told me that.
Anyway, it's just best
if there's no doubt.
You wouldn't need to worry
about any of the
You know, the cost or the hassle.
We'd take care of everything.
I've got to go.
"A one-in-three chance?"
Did you really think
that was a good idea?
A one-in-three chance?
Good God Almighty, Adam!
Are we gonna have a problem?
You're my boss because our boss
sees some game in that choice.
When my granddad came to London,
the B&Bs had these signs.
"No blacks, no Irish, no dogs."
He'd bark for a full house.
If the only way I get this job
is through anti-nepotism bullshit,
I'll take it.
Well, he's counting on that.
Look,
everybody said
I'd never make it to this level.
I'm not giving it up.
So, get on board
or put in for a transfer.
Maybe that's his play.
Look
Life gets complicated, so
when it's simple,
I hang onto it, yeah?
I get to tell you what to do,
you get to do it.
Any problems arising from that fact
will get dealt with.
I've got a photo of my dad,
right, when he was
about seven years old,
and he's holding a jam jar.
Inside he's caught
a wasp and a bee.
The look on his face.
Jane Austen said
that all men are surrounded
by a neighbourhood
of voluntary spies.
Well, that was certainly my life
growing up.
A neighbourhood of spies
at the breakfast table.
And the grandest of them all
was my father.
William Ogilvy, as you all know,
is a legend.
In fact, he's a man of many legends.
Tonight was organised
by our friend Glen.
Taken too soon.
Glen often used to say
that what makes Dad
such a brilliant spy
is his ability to be all things
to all people.
To many of you he's a leader,
a friend,
a boss,
pretty tough if needs be.
To me he is a father.
And a teacher.
I wouldn't be who I am,
if it weren't for him.
I wouldn't be where I am,
if it weren't for you.
Great men affect lives.
They affect worlds.
They affect change.
They're the earthquakes
beneath our feet.
My father continues to affect me
on a daily basis.
I give you William Ogilvy.
William Ogilvy.
Quite the speech.
Yeah, it did have
a few more jokes in it,
but when it came to it,
I didn't feel
You always said I got further
on my looks than my sense of humour.
Did I?
I thought I said that
about your mother.
She knew how to hold a silence,
as well.
Just the right amount of time.
Before she said what was on her mind.
You talked the Home Secretary
out of giving me Glen's job.
There it is.
I'm good enough
to organise this shindig,
but not for the Service?
We live in precarious times.
I backed Levi for sound reasons.
The fact you're complaining about it
rather proves my point.
We have a critical terrorist threat.
The fate of the Union
is in our hands.
I trust you know what to do.
Now you're trying to butter us up
as the new boss.
- Cheers, lads.
- Congratulations, mate.
Yeah.
Tops.
A wasp and a bee
are trapped in a jam jar, yes?
Which one would win?
I don't know. A wasp and a bee
are trapped in a jam jar.
Which one would win?
It isn't a joke, mate.
You're telling me.
Fuck.
Pull yourself together.
I met your father today.
I see where you get
your charm and ethics.
Everybody's talking about you.
Who would work for their own father
if promotion wasn't guaranteed?
Is this your best play?
Just trying to rile me.
How did that make you feel?
That your own dad didn't think
that you were up to it.
Look, I've had a pretty shitty day,
so shall we just get on with it?
You've heard of hyoscine?
Yeah.
You know, you are good.
You never drop it, do you?
Not for a second.
Which means
you could be telling the truth.
High praise.
Either you are
the heartbroken girlfriend
searching for her terrorist boyfriend
who she had no clue about
or you're in on it.
Allied to the man who beat you up.
Well, he nearly fucking killed me.
And you let that happen, not me.
Tell me where to find Oleg Adamov.
Who?
The man who attacked you,
who killed my friend.
I don't care whether you trust me
or not, because I know the truth.
How about I inject you with this
and then we find out for sure?
Scared the mask will slip?
No, I'm
I'm just wondering
what it will do to my baby.
Look, if you're telling the truth,
I will share everything that we have
on Torben and Adamov.
And we'll find them together.
Okay.
Do it.
What the fuck? What are you doing?
Your father,
he wouldn't have hesitated.
In our line of work,
trusting people costs lives.
You and me, we're not there yet.
No, but we want the same things
for different reasons.
But we want the same things.
Your father had a chance
to put me on a plane, but he didn't.
And surely you can trust him?
What shall we drink too?
To the friendship of nations.
And to the peaceful skies
above our heads.
And to the peaceful skies
above our heads.
Red spider.
Red spider.
Where are you up to with Redback?
Find whoever is trying to buy
the BF100 process,
and then we've got a trail to Adamov.
I was so sorry
to hear about your mum.
We've intercepted chatter
about a credible threat
to your Prime Minister.
This man here.
And he used the word "Redback."
- What?
- You heard it before?
I'm not your fucking mate, Cornwell!
I'm coming for you!
Can we talk about this?
Not right now, no.
We can talk this through with Irene.
What is Redback? It's some kind
of terror threat, isn't it?
We don't know.
I lost my boy.
I'm sorry.