Stop doing that. I'm checking the mirrors.
- Well, they might be following us. - [Rhys] I'll see them if they are.
Why would MI5 want to abduct me?
They wanna know what you know.
They abduct you, threaten you, torture you.
You disappear. That's how it works.
No, they could interview me. They could talk to me.
Yeah, they could. Or they could go in heavy.
How did you know they were gonna be at my flat?
Stop the car. Stop the fucking car--
- They planted someone. - Stop the fucking car
or I'm jumping out!
- Are you-- - [Zara] Stop the car!
Why were you at my flat?
I wanted to put you under surveillance.
MI5 blocked it. I figured either you're working for them
or they wanted to pick you up, so I came--
I'm not working for MI5!
Yeah, I kind of figured that out already.
Why? Why would they...
- I'm not... - You're not what?
You're a criminal, Zara.
You did steal that money, right?
- You and your mates? - Yes, but I wasn't...
Look, they're not my mates, okay?
I met them through Luke.
I just gave them some info, that's all.
[stutters] They said it was for a hack.
I didn't know what they were gonna do, okay? I swear. I...
Here.
Cheers.
My investigation is being set up to fail.
I confronted my boss about it earlier. He basically confirmed it.
Told me to resign the case.
I figure we've got common enemies...
common goals.
Maybe we team up, help each other out.
You want me to work with you? Like, behind their backs?
They're obstructing my case.
I'm on my own here.
Okay. Okay. So I team up with you, you arrest the robbers and then what?
You tell the court what you told me. You were duped. You thought it was a hack.
- I doubt you'll do any prison time. - You doubt?
You're worried about the thieves coming after you, right?
We put them behind bars, they can't come after you.
Yeah, but then I've still got MI5 to deal with.
If the thieves are in prison, MI5 don't need your info.
You go back to being an afterthought,
not a target.
No. No. There's way too many things
that could go wrong. No. Sorry.
This has got "Nope" written all over it.
Fine.
Take your chances on your own.
I'll drop you back at your flat.
MI5's probably still there.
You can tell them you thought it was a hack
while they load you into the back of a van with a hood over your head.
That's if your mates don't get you first.
What's in it for you?
If I catch the people who did this, my investigation hasn't failed.
Okay, so you're using me?
You are just as bad as the others.
You need to find some armed robbers before they kill you, right?
I'm an armed robbery cop.
So, maybe, if it makes you feel better,
you're using me.
What if they're still here?
They'll be long gone.
And if they're not, I'll arrest them.
The nightmare's over.
Stay put. Doors locked.
Anything happens, press the horn.
Keep it held down.
I'll just be a couple of minutes.
Okay?
[car door opens]
[lock clicks]
[door closes]
[sniffs]
[car horn honking]
[bangs] Open the door!
Er...
You okay?
- [stutters] There was a van-- - Was it them?
- I don't know. - Did you see who was inside?
- No. - Did you get the number plate?
No! Jesus. I...
[car door opens]
Did you find anything?
It's empty. They know what they're doing.
Place was bleached, floor to ceiling.
So... so what do we do now?
Find you somewhere to stay. Preferably near Lochmill.
[engine starts]
For the money to be stolen,
it had to be moved out of investments and into cash, right?
Now it wasn't you or Luke who did that?
We're way too low down the ladder. It would have...
You think someone on the Investment Committee was involved?
Not just involved.
Someone that high up, I wouldn't be surprised
if they were in charge of the whole bloody thing.
Who would have made the decision to move the investments into cash?
[Zara] Cartwright's the Chief Investment Officer,
but they have these committee meetings where they all vote on strategy.
Are there meeting notes?
Yeah, but they're on a network drive and only committee members have access.
Do you think you could, you know...
gain access?
What? Me? Why don't you just go in there and confiscate the drives?
Because then the drives end up at our data lab, MI5 find out...
We're in a race against MI5 to find the thieves.
I get it.
It'll be fine.
I'm on the run.
You're not on the run.
You just need to stay around people. Crowded places.
They won't try it anywhere busy.
Stick to cash. Try not to use your phone outside of work.
We can't stop them. But maybe we can put it off long enough
to find the thieves.
I think there's a way.
The meeting notes.
Cartwright is fucking useless with technology.
He's always forgetting his passwords.
It's kind of a running joke. So, Dahlia, his PA,
keeps a list of them on her computer.
Maybe I can sneak the passwords.
The only thing is, I emailed work this morning
and I told them I wanted compassionate leave.
You'll have to go back in and tell them you've changed your mind.
Thank you very much.
[receptionist] Enjoy your stay.
Thank you.
It's not a charity. We're using each other, remember?
Before I took the vial back to the warehouse...
I took an impression of the fingerprint.
Why?
I like to have an advantage.
You think you can use it without MI5 finding out?
Yeah. Yeah, I think so.
How'd you manage to do it?
It was pretty easy, actually.
I found a tutorial channel on YouTube.
Crime Scene Pro. Do you know him?
No.
Why did you imprint it on paper?
A bloody fingerprint on glass, you just take photos of it.
It's a million times more accurate and you can do it all on your phone.
Oh.
I hope you didn't like and subscribe.
When you get to your room, use the hotel phone, call reception.
Ask if the kitchen's still open.
Then I'll know you're safe.
Sure. Night.
Night.
[door closes]
[line ringing]
[receptionist] Hello, reception.
No, I'm sorry. The kitchen closed already.
Good night.
Anybody want to tell me how she got hold of it?
Fuck off.
He knocked the syringe. I had to reload it--
And you left a vial there with your fingerprint.
Okay.
- It was an error. - Yeah, it was your fucking error.
[Sniper] Fuck are you all looking at!
You were there. It's your mistake too.
- [Junior] I'm sorry. I didn't-- - [London] Don't apologise. It's his mess.
[Junior] Maybe she's good for it?
She brought us back the vial. We leave her alone. There's no harm done.
[Glasses] It's not so simple.
She knows the address of the office.
If she knows about that, what else does she know about?
There's one way to find out.
[footsteps approaching]
[Sniper] Get his door open!
[door unlocks]
- Move! - Please!
- Move! - [Luke grunts]
[Luke panting]
I... I don't understand.
[London] Your friend.
- What does she know? - [Glasses] What did you tell her?
[stutters] I didn't tell her anything. I told her what I was supposed to.
How did she know about the office?
What office? I don't-- [screams]
[London] Your mate knows where our office was.
How is that?
I don't know. I swear.
I swear.
She's my mate. But I don't know what she's doing.
Please... don't kill me.
Please don't kill me.
Can we trust her?
[Rhys] It's from a source I have to keep secret.
Rhys, you know I can't run this through the system
without a reference number.
How long have we known each other, Isaac? Please.
We've got nothing apart from this.
[sighs] Okay, look.
We're beta-testing some new functionality tomorrow.
I could run it through overnight as a testing sample.
You'll have to wait, but it won't set off any alarm bells.
Thank you.
You know, my sister, well, she's a housing officer up in Essex.
She said the entire council might lose their pensions.
We've gotta do something about it, right?
[phone vibrates, dings]
You okay?
Yeah, fine.
[foreboding music playing]
I was just sitting in my flat, staring at the walls.
Nothing to distract me.
I mean, I think I need to be around people,
you know, hustle and bustle, just for my mental health.
Oh, erm, could I, er, could I sit somewhere else?
It's just, my desk is, it's where it all happened.
Oh, of course.
Erm, yeah. Where, where do you wanna sit?
Erm, maybe one of the offices?
Cartwright's?
Oh, erm, I totally understand you not wanting to come back to your desk,
but I can't give you Cartwright's office.
Erm, you know Josh, Josh is work-from-home all week.
Great.
Nice to have you back.
Thanks, Dahlia.
Great. Thank you.
Who are they selling your debt to?
The kinds of people who buy off-the-books gambling debts.
Oh.
They find out I'm a cop, that's it.
Can't I get a bank loan?
For nearly a hundred grand?
A hundred grand, Demetrius.
I've been here before, Unchi.
I've always won it back.
How was I supposed to know he was gonna sell it on?
I'll see what I can do with the loan.
But I'm telling you now, I'm 99 percent certain it's a "no".
[Ellie] Best part of 36 hours between Luke Selborn being taken
and us finding the abduction vehicle.
This is where it was dumped and burned.
Right in the middle of a hundred hectares of farmland.
These are the nearest traffic cameras with ANPR.
There's a four mile square camera blackspot.
[Nichols] I am in charge of this investigation, not your boss!
[Ellie] They've basically vanished again.
- The absolute wankers. - [all laughing]
I've just...
[Ellie] ...it will be all the more satisfying when we find them.
Surprised to see me?
What are you arguing about?
I thought we were a team.
We know where the money is.
Gould-Symmons.
Sir Toby Gould.
What? How do you know?
We had a call from The Times.
One of the crime correspondents received an anonymous email
with the account statements attached.
Why would the thieves send the money to a billionaire?
It's what we've been trying to get our heads around.
Send someone to speak to the journalist.
You two are taking Darren with you to interview Gould.
Find out what he knows.
Get the money back
and tread carefully.
He could have every one of us sacked.
[door closes]
Hey, erm,
I was just loading up these trades in the stack,
and I wanted to run them by Cartwright quickly,
just for a sense check. Could you, er, see when he's free?
Sure.
Looks like the earliest I can do is tomorrow. 9:45.
- He's got 10 minutes between-- - Shit.
Are you okay?
God... I've just come over all nauseous.
- You want... - [Zara] Something to eat.
A biscuit?
One of the nice ones?
[Zara sighs]
Okay.
[Zara groaning]
For fuck's sake...
I was, erm, just looking at Cartwright's calendar
while you were gone, just to save some time.
Your biscuits.
Anything else whilst I'm at it?
No. 9:45 is perfect. Thank you.
- Hey, Kate. - Hey.
I guess this one must be yours.
Hey, Zara.
Did the police say anything about Luke?
Oh, I don't know.
Well, I mean, I don't have any special info.
Yeah, of course.
Why would you?
Er, cool. What are you playing?
Er, I, I need to go to the toilet.
[door closes]
So, erm...
How much are you guys getting paid for all of this?
It's just...
you know, 'cause I've got, like,
five million just sitting back, waiting for me in London.
[scoffs]
We're gonna get paid a lot more than that.
Cool.
[woman on radio] In this morning's exclusive,
The Times claims to have received information
confirming that the stolen Lochmill money was sent by robbers to offshore accounts
linked to the defence contractor and arms manufacturer Gould-Symmons.
The company, synonymous with its flamboyant CEO, Sir Toby Gould,
has yet to comment, causing speculation to grow
about how and why the stolen billions
were sent to accounts linked to one of the richest men in the country.
[Fitch] How's the water?
[Rhys] It's got fennel in it.
Good for your heart, fennel.
So what have you got for me?
You must have something.
Who's behind this? What are they playing at?
Why are they getting me involved? What?
This is a police interview, Mr Gould.
- We ask the questions. - Sir Toby Gould to you.
You come to my house,
the least you can do is call me by my proper title.
What have you got?
You're claiming you know nothing about how that money landed in your account?
Of course I don't bloody know. First I heard of it was some journo
from The Times calling me up. Sharp as a brick, this one.
What about you?
You're the MI5, man. You got anything?
Nothing, I'm afraid, Sir Toby.
- Who's this? - This is Darren Yoshida.
He's a senior financial investigator attached to our Economic Crime Department.
Are you joking me? He's an accountant? You've got a fucking accountant on this?
[Fitch] The main point of this interview,
aside from assisting you in any way that we can, Sir Toby,
was to ask for access to the account statements in question.
- No chance. - I'm not sure--
No chance. Not gonna happen.
I am not handing over documents which the Ministry of Defence
has designated as falling within the scope of the Official Secrets Act.
- Rest assured, Sir Toby, any documents-- - Not fucking happening!
Understood?
In that case,
perhaps we could discuss the more pressing matter
of having the stolen money returned.
- I'm not gonna just-- - Sir Toby.
Unfortunately, the stolen money is no longer in our accounts.
It was moved on just 10 minutes after it arrived.
Most likely via a hack of some kind.
Someone hacked into your account and moved the money out
- ten minutes after it arrived? - [Spencer] I'm afraid so.
As you can imagine, we're investigating as a matter of urgency
and while we have the utmost sympathy for the poor victims here,
we just don't have the money any more to return it.
Well, in that case, you definitely need to give us the statements.
- You can't tell me-- - [Darren] With the money gone,
it's gonna look like you were responsible.
You're gonna be on every front page.
The Ministry of Defence might start pulling their contracts.
Your stock price will take a hit. That's for sure.
These documents are protected under the Official Secrets Act.
No, they're not. They're statements from secret accounts
you use to pay illegal bribes. We already know that.
The Times are probably figuring it out as we speak.
It's gonna be all over the news in the next couple of days.
You might as well just let us have the statements.
I'm not gonna be talked down to by some fucking loser accountant
who's clearly been such a fucking failure in his life
he ends up working for the police.
[scoffs]
I'm not actually an accountant.
I never gained any accountancy qualifications.
But as well as being a fully qualified financial investigator,
I am a chartered financial analyst,
a chartered alternative investment analyst and a certified financial risk manager.
There are fewer than a hundred triple charter holders in the world.
I earned the designation while working as a risk manager
for Green Crest Capital,
setting up their quant volatility trading arm.
By the time I left, we built up the AUM at just under $25 billion.
I do draw the line at weapons of mass destruction.
But apart from that, we're quite similar, Sir Toby.
For one, my kids go to the same school as yours.
Although, mine actually passed the entrance exams.
Get the fuck out of my sight.
- For fuck's sake, Darren. - I'm sorry. I just...
He was talking down to us.
Yeah, he's allowed to.
Can you make any bloody sense of this?
Not without the account statements.
Was all that stuff you said true?
- Triple... - Charter holder?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
So, what?
You're a multi-millionaire?
My parents were immigrants, Rhys.
They ran a fish and chip shop for 30 years.
You're free to define me however you want.
[Spencer] Detectives.
I'm terribly sorry for what just happened.
As you can imagine, this is a very trying time for Sir Toby.
I'd just like to say that we wholeheartedly agree
with your assessment of the situation
and that it would be in Gould-Symmons' best interest
to assist the police in any way we can.
Please, send me an email and I'll arrange for the statements
to be delivered via our secure document service.
There's also something else that you should know.
When the pensions money was moved out of the account,
they also took all of the money that was already sitting in those accounts.
They took all of Gould's money as well?
Well, technically, he didn't have any money in those accounts.
But if he did, then yes. They robbed him, too.
How much?
A hundred and forty-seven million.
We're just giving you the heads up because we will be mentioning
the theft in our statement to the press.
So you can look like you're victims?
We are victims.
Isn't that why you're here?
[Sniper] What's going on?
[Scots] Just keeping busy.
Don't wanna go stir crazy.
No, er...
changes to the plan?
Why would there be?
[Sniper] Because we've been compromised.
She knows about the office. Maybe she knows about this place too.
[London] Look, this is the plan. We stick to it.
We stay here in case there are any more clean-up jobs.
Then we get the all-clear, we get the money and leave.
Nothing's changed.
You know, if it was me that hired us, I'd have us all...
hide out together too.
Nice and cosy.
And when the time was right I'd wipe us all out in one go.
I mean, what do we even know about this person we're working for?
Except what he's been telling us about him!
Listen, just a few more days, then this will all be over.
[Sniper] That's another thing that's pissing me off.
What's this big thing we're waiting around for?
Just keep yourself busy, all right?
Exercise, train, do drills. It'll help with the--
With the what?
Paranoia.
Fuck this.
[indistinct chattering]
Okay.
[door opening]
[Luke] I think you're right.
The fuck you talking about?
Them lot making you all hang around here.
It's dodgy as fuck.
Right? I mean, they know it and you know it.
They're fucking with you.
I need you more than they do
and I've already been paid.
[door closes and locks]
[mobile phone dings]
Shit.
[mobile phone rings]
- Hello? - [Rhys] Miss Dunne.
This is DCI Rhys Covaci.
I was just wondering if you're free to answer some questions.
I know it's late but it's urgent.
Hello, DCI Covaci.
Erm, I mean, I'm actually still at the Lochmill offices
if you want to come by?
I'll be there in a bit.
[printer whirring]
- [indistinct chattering] - [footsteps approaching]
Oh, look, there it is. I told you.
Right, come on. Let's get out of here before anyone sees.
We could just, like, christen the place.
[Milo] Yeah? Or we could go back to mine?
Mmm-hmm.
That's weird.
The printer's lit up.
[Myrtle] Milo!
Priorities.
[Milo] Go on then.
[Myrtle] Thank you.
[knock on door]
New office?
Perk of the trauma.
So what was with the, er, the phone call, DCI Covaci?
Do you think maybe our phones are bugged?
Nah. I just like calling people up randomly and talking like a robot.
[laughs]
[Rhys] We have to assume you're under surveillance.
Wait, so should we even be meeting?
Not really. But I figured you might need an escort back to the hotel.
Just, you know, in case.
I had a call before I came here.
The estate agent who rented the basement to the thieves.
The contract's with some front company based in Panama.
Dead end. What about you?
Any joy?
The decision to move everything into cash
was made in a committee meeting because of a risk report.
That's what it was based on. Risk metrics.
So I got it all wrong?
There was no one person behind it?
Maybe, maybe not.
But I was thinking what if someone faked the numbers in the risk report,
knowing it would cause everything to be moved into cash?
That's the report.
Look at the names.
Kate, Milo and Lena.
Lena went back to Poland about three months ago,
and if you met her, you'd know it wasn't her.
So it's either Milo or Kate.
Milo's a bit of an idiot, but Kate...
I mean, she's in charge of that team.
She checks every report that goes out,
and if the numbers are fake, she would have picked it up.
So if there's a mastermind at Lochmill, it's Kate.
[scoffs]
So what's the next step?
Can you figure out if the numbers are fake?
I could try to reverse engineer the numbers,
but it is needle in a haystack stuff.
I mean, can't you put Kate under surveillance or something?
- I do that, MI5 find out. - Okay, all right.
- I'll start running risk numbers then. - This is good, Zara.
We're making progress. This is how investigations work.
[Zara] No, it's not that.
I've just been stuck in here all day.
Just the thought of going back to that hotel room is giving me a panic attack.
How risky would it be if we went out for some food?
I might know somewhere private.
Rhys, how's it going?
Good. I need a favour.
Hey.
[woman] Call it.
Cheers, Jay.
So...
what the fuck is up with this place, hmm?
I play poker here sometimes.
So, so you're a cop who plays poker at illegal card games?
It's not illegal to run a private poker game in the UK or to gamble.
So why play here and not a casino?
Because it's fun.
When was the first time you knew I was lying?
That night at Luke's.
And it was the circumstances, not what you said.
You're actually a pretty decent liar
and strategist.
You'd make a good poker player.
[scoffs] I don't think so.
Too risk averse.
You got involved in a giant heist.
Well, I didn't know it was a giant heist, though, did I?
One time in my life I did something off script and it blew up in my face.
I wouldn't have done it if I'd known the risk.
That's the trick when you're playing poker.
You have to divorce the stakes from the strategy.
If you're worried about losing, you play badly,
then you'll lose.
Maybe that's why I ended up in the back office at Lochmill.
Wait, so you didn't grow up dreaming of being a trade settlements analyst?
Trade support and settlements analyst.
And no, I mean, I've never really known what to do with my life.
Lochmill was just supposed to be temporary while I sorted out a plan.
Must be hard not knowing what you want to do.
Life's kind of short, though.
Maybe just pick something, dive in?
No, it's not... If you don't love what you do,
you'll never be any good at it.
Still better than standing on the sidelines.
Maybe that's why you got involved in the heist.
And now you're in the middle of it and you're coping with it.
Maybe it's exciting?
Maybe for you it's exciting,
but I'm nauseous, Rhys.
I'm terrified.
I'm staying in a budget hotel.
I've been wearing the same clothes for two days.
I've been through like half a bottle of Febreze already.
So why did you do it?
I don't know.
To shut up Luke?
Because I'm a dickhead?
Because they offered me a hundred grand?
They never paid me anyway. So I did it all for nothing.
You'd have thought with how much they stole,
they'd have paid you something.
Four billion quid, they stiffed you on a hundred grand?
Story of my life.
Well, thanks for helping me put off the inevitable.
It's just a hotel.
No, it's not. It's me, hiding out in fear of my life
because of how spectacularly stupid I am.
You're not stupid, Zara.
You're smart and capable and resourceful, tactical and...
I'm not the only one who thinks it.
Okay.
So who else is on Team Zara?
Your mum.
- I interviewed her before-- - You talked to my mum?
Why?
Because I'm a detective, and you're a suspect.
She's a twat.
Yeah, I know.
Well, what did she say?
[Rhys] She said the same thing I just said.
You're smart, capable, but you're too scared
- to put yourself out there, because-- - Oh! Wow! Okay.
Just get straight to the heart of it, Rhys.
All this having known me about 10 seconds?
[chuckles] Ten pretty intense seconds.
[sighs]
Look, I can't imagine what it must have been like--
- I'm going, I'm going. - Zara. Wait!
One last thing. My mum is not an excuse to feel sorry for me.
- Okay? - Okay.
And another thing. I'm not defined by the fact
that my mum's a narcissistic dickhead, okay?
I'm not Zara, the survivor.
I'm a fuck up on my own terms.
Zara! Zara, you're not a fuck--
[sighs]
- Rhys? - Give me a minute, yeah?
[door closes]
Is he always this elusive?
It's stress.
We're all stressed, Ellie. It's a big case, lot of pressure.
Lots of upside, too, though...
for the right person.
[man] Do you mind? There's nowhere free.
The man sitting to your right has got a syringe in his left hand.
The syringe has got a toxin in it that will see you dead in ten minutes.
It will look like a coronary.
You'll be one of those cases you hear about.
That young person that suddenly died from an undiagnosed heart problem.
It will just take a nod from me
and the syringe will be in and out of your thigh before anyone's noticed.
You're MI5.
[man] Am I?
You're gonna finish your food.
And when the two men next to you rise, you're gonna rise too.
And they're gonna let you go in front of them
because they're very, very well brought up young men.
Then the three of you are gonna walk outside
and you're gonna get into the taxi that's waiting across the road.
Okay?
It's fine.
Except I'm suddenly not hungry any more.
Then go.
[closing theme music playing]