A firestorm is caused by baskets of incendiaries, and not a single bomb.

Neither the silencing of a lone patriot, nor the disappearance of one truth-telling journalist will stop the flames of truth from spreading.

Water may douse the flames, but who controls the water?

Think before you drink.

[Rachel] Oh, my God, she has made me sound like a complete and utter idiot.

Well, I'm sure it's just... [Rachel] "Seemingly cloth-eared to current debates on privilege and racial justice, she moans about the size of the Downing Street flat, and claims that her infamous comment that posh white girls do not belong in prison was not understood 'in context'".

[scoffs] I made a joke about the flat because the cameraman banged his head.

Oh.

Come on, this is just newspapers.

-[Rachel] It's an absolute bloody disaster.

-[mobile chimes] Look, uh, Firestorm is back.

I have to, uh... [Robert] Well, are they messing with our water now?

[Eleanor] Fraser's looking into it, Prime Minister.

[Robert] And who snatched Hari Misra?

-Ask the people he pissed off with his scoops.

-What, including us?

Contrary to popular myth and social media... Maybe my wife's had him snatched and is overseeing his torture somewhere.

That's what they'll be saying, I imagine.

Well, Misra's recent output certainly means the finger will point at us -to make us look bad.

-And you're sure that wasn't your objective as well?

A little strategic own-goal?

Because I'm getting a bit doubtful to whose side anyone is on right now.

[Eleanor] We have done nothing to Hari Misra.

Not to make you look bad, or for any other reason.

We failed to pick him up, and even if we had got there first, we don't have an assassination program, as you know perfectly well.

Well, I'm beginning to question merits of that.

Especially when it comes to journalists.

We can announce a change of policy on the Number 10 Twitter feed if you like?

Okay, keep me informed.

Thanks.

Problems with the water down in Kent.

Oh, yeah, my brother mentioned that to me.

Been on and off for a while now, but the water company's saying that the pressure's completely normal.

Well, now, there's stuff flying all over social media -saying that it isn't safe to drink.

-Really?

Do you think it might be another... Water systems would be a prime target for a cyber-attack.

I'll speak to the Intelligence Chief.

They haven't flagged any malware in the system yet.

We are clearly under attack from a coalition of powerful state actors, and they seem to be taking turns to occupy the driving seat.

Foreign Secretary is not wrong.

But first things first, my counterpart at the American Embassy has assured me that the Misra story we intercepted from his computer about their involvement in the ship explosion in Kent was fake news planted by the Chinese.

-[Joseph] And what do you think?

-We're still looking at the evidence.

Well, early evidence suggests that something odd went on down there.

Fraser mentioned some kind of sonic event.

And tension's very high between the Yanks and the Chinese at the moment.

Would the Americans really... [Eleanor] Well, not deliberately.

But they could be making a point to the Chinese about their underwater capacities.

Especially with everything so on edge in the South China Sea.

And they did make it very clear that they were unhappy with the drilling permissions that we granted to the Jiayou Corporation.

I want reprisals.

-What, against the Americans?

-No.

Not them for now until the facts are clearer.

But identify some targets from the other two who we know are behind Ruin Britannia.

-Yeah, the problem with that-- -I know the problems.

Keep it largely symbolic, but not entirely pain-free.

A few surgical strikes that will make both Russia and China jump.

A central bank, TV network.

Use your imagination.

[bangs table] I am not gonna sit here and take this.

[indistinct conversations] Did you, um, ask the government about Hari Misra?

Yeah, they claimed they don't know anything.

Maybe they don't.

All right, I will say a few words, announce your candidacy -and then hand over to you.

-[Francine] What's all this about?

No idea.

What's wrong with the tap water?

Nothing, as far as I know.

What's a quantum algorithm?

No idea.

But I do know that you can put the word "quantum" in front of any other bullshit and all of a sudden it looks high status.

[reporters clamoring] Good morning, everybody, and thank you for coming.

As you can see with me is Francine Bridge.

Uh, we'll take a few questions.

Maybe five minutes, and then we really will have to move on, okay?

But I really appreciate you coming.

-Over to Francine.

-[reporters clamoring] [metal music playing] Hey.

[Tina] Who's drunk all the water?

-There's water in the kettle still.

-[sighs] You know I'm not drinking that.

You don't really believe all that crap -that they're poisoning us with equations, do you?

-[sighs] Algorithms.

And Lin says it's actually quite dangerous.

Lin listens to Michael Buble, refused to get her kids vaccinated, and is voting for that racist's nonce.

Yeah, she's also my best mate and Danny's godmother.

So...

I'm gonna go and get some bottled stuff, just so we're sure.

Bring me back a Kit-Kat then.

[scoffing] Shut up.

"Kit-Kat."

You're meant to be on a diet.

I've got a naturally high metabolism, I don't need to diet.

Oh!

Be nice to be able to see your cock again, though, right?

You tell me.

It fell off last week through lack of use.

[both laughing] Danny!

Gonna go to the shops.

[Tina] You really gonna drink that?

Yeah.

[gulps] [coughs] -You're an idiot.

-[laughs] Don't be a mean ol' Jezebel.

-Get me a Kit-Kat.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Danny?

-I'm coming.

[Firestorm] First they came with their pills and vaccinations, now it's the water.

Ask yourselves this: Why was the water supply suspended for emergency work on the water main a month ago?

To carry out an emergency work on a water main?

And why has the pressure been so weird recently?

Probably because someone's using buried malware to manipulate it.

They're making the data in the water plants look normal to the technicians, while lowering the pressure to consumers.

They're going for slow drip rather than a drought, which is even more frustrating.

As any man over 50 knows.

[Eleanor scoffs] No coincidence, I suppose, they've chosen an area where a bitter election is taking place.

Well, what's worrying me is that they've teamed up to hit back for this week's symbolic reprisals.

Ganging up and showing off?

Player one, world leaders and sophisticated malware.

Player two, world leaders and misinformation and chaos.

Others turning in the chips in their pockets, waiting for the next spin of the wheel.

Why did it start though?

Because that's what happens when you have the weapons and the conditions are right.

Spark becomes flame, becomes inferno.

First World War could have been Prussian railway timetables.

On a happier note, you know how scientists can develop weapons that can immobilize you purely through a vile stench?

I am familiar with the concept.

They would struggle to find one that has an impact as strong as our new candidate from Kent House.

On Anna Marshall's delicate little schnoz.

Have you ever actually been to Kent?

As opposed to figuratively?

Of course I've actually been to Kent.

I'm not talking about a pint of prawns in Deal.

I'm talking about the Medway towns and the real people.

Oh, bad news, Deal residents, you don't actually exist.

Okay, I think it's given that you two aren't going to be sharing a picnic in Glyndebourne.

Can we just focus on the issues in hand?

Good call.

[Joseph] The opposition will attack us if they have any sense.

On the housing issue.

Yeah, plus the water issue, which has suddenly emerged from nowhere.

I'm not gonna talk about housing plans or water.

You didn't put me in this seat to fight clean and you know it.

So, stop being hypocrites.

You put me in it to defeat a resurgent opposition from winning a seat you can ill-afford to lose.

This election's gonna be about one thing for me.

And that's stopping Francine Bridge from representing a constituency totally at odds with her values.

-Which values are those then?

-[Rodger] Oh, what, you don't know?

-Mimsy, lefty.

-Feminine.

Chuck it in if you like, Archie.

But I'll certainly be appealing to the female vote.

One of the mistakes you make is to assume that everybody agrees with your values when it's just a handful of media lovies posting photos of their negronis on Instagram.

[Anna] Negronis.

It's all about the skinny bitches now, Rodger.

[Rodger chuckles] They had an open goal, but they gambled with her selection.

-Fresh lime not cordial... -Anna.

[Rodger] And they're so desperate to get her back into parliament.

It could be their undoing.

She's gonna be... soft on all kinds of issues, which I intend to hit her with again and again and again.

And that's how we're gonna win that seat.

No need to make it about race, Rodger.

Do not target that.

Oh, don't worry, Joseph, I have no intention of doing so.

I won't need to.

[Joseph clears throat] [Robert clears throat] Hi, Anna, I've just... -Don't dwell on it.

-She made me look like a complete idiot.

I trusted her.

Okay.

Beginner's error.

It's happened to us all.

I did an interview once, they used everything I said, but made me look like a simpering idiot.

Which I'm not.

Every joke, every suggestion of irony...

I'm funny, Anna.

[chuckles] I know, you're a hoot.

I'm a harpy, a racist.

The wicked witch pulling her husband's strings, when everybody knows that's you.

[scoffs] You'd be surprised.

Well, he's a bit jealous, isn't he?

Of whom?

Francine Bridge.

He worries you prefer her to Hawkins.

[scoffs] News flash: I do.

Yeah, but to Rob that's like saying you prefer her to him.

It's ridiculous.

[sighs] [Rachel inhales and exhales] Listen, don't worry about the response to the article.

Well, I'm just never gonna be enough.

You know, the... the way I dress, the way I speak, my body.

The fact that I'm Jewish.

Yeah, Jewish lawyer to boot.

Come on, you must be pulling strings somewhere.

Well, I had a Ukrainian oligarch murdered to spare my blushes over some bullshit that wasn't even my fault.

So, you know, join the dots, sheeple.

Maybe you need a break or something.

I don't know, go and visit Ellie?

I don't think I can live in this bloody flat for much longer.

Well, it's little more than a matchbox after all.

[tearily] I literally feel like I'm going insane.

Talk to Robert.

I can't, he's got too much on his plate.

Talk to him now.

It's not fair what they're doing to you.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

[Francine] Thank you.

Thanks.

Uh, can I ask you a personal question?

So, don't be offended, but, uh, anything happening between you and Misra?

No.

Had to ask.

But something really bad's happened, Chris.

The fire at his office, his disappearance, I just... -[woman] Get back to London, you northern monkey.

-Poisoning our water.

Ah, it's like Burnley-on-Sea.

-Spoken like a true woman of the people.

-[scoffing] They're having a hard time deciding if I'm a metropolitan elitist, -or Moss-Side drug dealer.

-Bit of both, actually.

[scoffing] Chorlton, mate.

Creative hub of Manchester.

There's a very ugly mood in this town.

And it's only gonna get worse.

-[knock on the door] -Yes?

I'm afraid I have some disturbing news linked to the water in Kent, Prime Minister.

And I was on such a winning streak.

A child in Rochester called Simon Drake has developed amoebic meningitis.

And that's different from... Yeah, it's caused by a bacteria called Naegleria fowleri, that attacks the brain and is always almost fatal.

How did he catch it?

Well, you normally get it by breathing contaminated water through the nose.

-And had he?

-They're investigating.

It's very rare, especially in the UK.

-They wouldn't... -It could be a coincidence, but it's been picked up on by the trolls and the bots, and they're exploiting it to the maximum effect.

Prepare the Cobra room.

[Firestorm] Children are dying for this government's experiments.

Luckily, we will soon have an opportunity to tell them what we think of them at the polls.

Justice for Simon.

Vote nobody.

What's that symbol they use?

It's similar to an image used by a Chilean fascist group called Patria y Libertad in the 1970s, but they're long gone.

Chile?

I recently reviewed Ellie's security.

How's the child doing?

ICU, very poorly.

What's the water company saying?

That the water is completely safe, but if people are worried, they should boil it and avoid inhaling it.

-Who inhales water?

-Showers, etc.

The bacteria can't actually be spread by drinking -because stomach acid neutralizes it.

-Uh.

[sighs] Let me get this straight.

First, they fooled around with the water supply.

Then they started a blizzard of rumor, and now they're telling people not to vote in the election.

Get our bloody candidate to drink a big glass of water.

-Now, there's a win-win scenario.

-[chuckles] I'll get down there as soon as I can.

Is that such a good idea?

Well, it worked during the solar storm.

You can't run from the people.

As Mussolini discovered from the wrong end of a meat hook.

Enough with the wise cracks and smart alec replies.

-Does anybody see what's happening here?

-We do see-- One thing after another.

Death by a thousand cuts.

I mean, they're not even asking for anything.

It's like we've just become fucking game-board for them.

That's exactly what it's like, Prime Minister.

Problem is, now that it's started, I'm not sure anyone knows how this game ends.

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna hide behind a punch of useless pawns.

-Hit back hard.

-We've just done that.

-[bangs table] -Then try again, harder.

[door shuts] [Audrey] It's like bloody Nuremberg, down this close.

All these swastika things.

Nobody around here is gonna vote.

-I am.

-[Audrey] Good.

[Tina scoffs] They're kids dying in hospital because of what they're doing to the water.

-There's one case.

-Ah, believe what you want to believe.

-I've got more beliefs, in case you're interested.

-[scoffs] Vaccinations are a triumph of medical science.

Our dad died before one had a chance to save him.

And there's nothing in the water apart from hydrogen, oxygen, and a little bit of fluoride to stop your teeth from falling out.

I'm not interested, Audrey.

-Just 'cos you went to college.

-[scoffing] Yeah, I did go to college, Tina.

Yeah.

Because my dad wasn't a moron, and he thought education was a good thing.

I'm proud I went to college, actually.

It stopped me turning into some two-bob conspiracy-peddling... Well, go on, love, say it.

I know what you've always thought of me.

Moppet.

[scoffs] You stuck-up little cow.

And give it a rest about your dad.

Like he's the only person who ever died, -and you're the only person who cares.

-Fuck you.

[Cary] A lot of people think like she does.

Can you blame her, with this lot in power?

The boat going up like that all of a sudden and now this shit with the water.

There is no shit with the water.

Well, something's going on.

How did that kid get that... Nigeria.

Naegleria fowleri.

I don't know, Cary.

Maybe... maybe jumped off a locke into a filthy canal like you were wasted when you were 15.

Remember that kid who ripped his bullocks off on the submerged bicycle?

[inhales sharply] God.

Was that actually true, or did they just say that to scare us?

I don't know.

Worked though.

Well, there you are then.

Well... [Cary] Hello.

You from the local Labor Party?

-Thank you.

-Cheers.

What do you think?

Yeah, I think she'll win.

She got a better smile than that Tory doughnut.

You just fancy her.

I'm not gonna lie, I've got the ragin' horn, mate.

Oh.

Yuck.

It's disgusting.

You sure there's nothing up with the water?

The water is safe.

It's my department, I really would know.

Tina's just worried.

She's got a big heart, that's all.

And that kid with all 'em tubes has really upset her.

Okay.

Okay.

Big-hearted moppet.

[chuckles] Well, here comes a Tory moppet.

Good evening, sir.

Reckon I can keep these bastards here for an hour at least.

So, I'm very undecided in this election, and I was wondering... [laughter] [reporter] Mr. Hawkins?

Do you know if the water in Kent is safe to drink?

I've been assured that it is.

That's not the same as saying it actually is though.

I mean, we're all assured that it is.

Francine Bridge made a categoric statement saying that she-- Well, to be fair, it's probably cleaner -than the water where she comes from.

-[laughter] Hard as nails, that water in the inner cities.

I doubt she's even tasted our Kent water.

Cheers.

[camera shutter clicks] [Anna] He said what?

No, tell me exactly.

Right.

I'll raise it directly with the PM.

[Anna] Drinking unclean water is an obvious trope that she's not really British.

-Yes, but he said-- -Oh, come on, Robert!

One thing to be an opportunist, but another to be willfully dense.

-Willfully what?

-This is an absolute disgrace!

It's clear enough what he was doing.

It's completely unacceptable.

Also, what's with "I'm assured the water is safe to drink"?

-Okay.

-Okay, what?

-Okay, point taken.

-Okay, point taken, and what?

We'll make sure he doesn't overstep the mark like that again.

That's it?

If you book a ride on a tiger you cannot then complain about its stripes.

I don't believe it.

-I can't believe you don't have a problem.

-Don't go there, Anna.

I don't really take kindly to lectures about what my reaction should be to anything.

The fact is, this is a hard fight and he's our dog.

A dog whistle, you mean.

Look, he's fighting a battle based on social conservatism.

I agree with much of that.

I don't support the identity extremists either, but where he crosses a line, we rein him in.

I would say he is over the line, -but it's still in earshot.

-Bullocks!

And that's what passes for debate at St Paul's, is it?

Oh, spare me the self-made salt of the earth patter, Joseph.

You can keep the speech about your hardworking mum for party conferences.

[laughs] A bit envious, because I actually have an audience bigger than one.

Joseph, could you excuse us for a moment?

Sure.

-How much of this is because it's Francine?

-What?

How much would you be complaining if it wasn't your friend?

Because I think you'd rather see her back in parliament than our candidate.

In fact... if you lived in Kent, I suspect you'd secretly vote for her as well.

I think it's been well established that I don't live in Kent, I live in a box at the Opera, sneering at the proletariat with the rest of the toffee-nosed crew.

-This is so totally not the issue.

-Isn't it?

We cannot lose this seat, Anna.

Not now.

We're living through some crazy undeclared war where we don't even know what the enemy wants.

The whole country is bubbling with rumors and suspicions fed by an Internet that we cannot even begin to compete with.

So, I'm sorry, I'm really fucking sorry if your liberal sensibilities have been offended by a heat of the battle remark about your precious little friend.

But this is politics, it's tough.

-And it's gonna get tougher.

-They were your sensibilities once, Robert.

Tough shit.

This is now.

-If you can't get in line with that-- -Then what?

-[loudly] Then what?

-[knock on the door] Hello, Anna.

[footsteps receding] He died?

[indistinct chatter] Lin!

Don't bother going in, Tina, there's none left.

You can have a couple of bottles of mine.

-You okay?

-Yeah, thanks.

I'm still drinking tap water, as you can probably tell by my lizard tail.

Oh, same old Cary.

Everything's a joke.

Same old Linda, believe any old shit she reads on the World Wide Web.

-There are kids dying, Cary.

-One kid has died.

-Well, that makes it okay?

-Of course it's not okay.

We weren't always this crazy.

What the hell are we all coming to?

[exhales] Come on, let's go.

[Archie] He's not in a good place.

I've never seen him so paranoid.

Or tetchy.

His wife?

Both his marriages are looking shaky.

[knock on the door] So...

I've been speaking to my equivalent at the American Embassy.

The imagination boggles.

What's he like?

She is a female John Bolton, who also has a PhD in geopolitical balancing.

The Americans are very keen we don't escalate things further.

Maybe we should blow up half of Kentucky in revenge.

Things are extremely delicate in the South China Sea.

They think Beijing is about to make a big, aggressive move.

And you think this may be connected to all that?

I don't know.

But I think a cyber war on a weak country might not even be connected to any specific thing we did or could control.

And that's the terrifying part.

We are not weak.

We are significant, but not sovereign.

In their eyes, sovereign is being able to survive without a bigger boy looking after you, and we can't.

[scoffs] Better go eat worms.

Look, this water situation is terrifying.

That they can confect such panic out of nothing.

-The kid died.

-[Eleanor] One kid, though.

And God knows how he actually got it.

The rest is all smoke and mirrors.

We think an outsourced rogue nation hit the water supply.

And a Russian hand is pulling the Firestorm strings.

[Joseph] Hmm.

If we are on our own, attacked by all sides now, we need a strong figure on the bridge.

Not someone beset by paranoia.

-You never fall out with him.

-I mean, we squabble a bit, but not like this.

Not where he threatens to... How's everything else?

Everything else?

Well... [exhales] Hot flashes.

-Ah.

-Absolute torment.

They should call it something far worse.

But even that's not the main thing.

What's the main thing?

This just isn't how I thought I would get old.

I thought it would be graceful.

Dignified.

They keep... mocking me for being this... sneering, elitist Brahmin, and I feel... [sniffles] I sometimes feel as if I'm looking at myself and thinking, "The absolute state of you, love."

And now, Robert says I would rather you were elected than our candidate.

And you know what?

He's right.

You would.

I mean, good.

Because Rodger Hawkins is a weapons-grade prick.

A prick that might lead to me losing my job.

Come and work for me then.

I saw this thing.

It said that Joseph Obasi was gonna be the first black Prime Minister.

Yeah, he's a piece of work.

Yeah, he is what he is.

But I thought... Not on my watch, mate.

I'm taking this all the way.

First black Minister isn't gonna be a man.

-Just one problem.

-Hmm?

You've got to get your party to accept a woman -as leader first.

-[laughs] You asked me to come and work for you once.

Change your life, Anna.

That party doesn't have room for people like you any more.

Come work with me.

[Firestorm] Do not say you were not warned.

They are poisoning the children with modified water.

The sick children have suffered a rare side effect, and are collateral damage.

Something has been placed in the water supply to adjust the minds of young people -and make them more susceptible... -[Audrey] Oh, God!

This will get my sister-in-law going.

You know what you have to do.

Fight fire with fire.

You know what the targets are.

A thousand sparks create a firestorm.

[woman] Yeah, that's it!

[indistinct shouting] [woman] We don't want your fake drugs.

[protesters shouting] [woman] Burn it down!

[protesters chanting] Burn it down, burn it down.

Burn it down.

Don't do this.

It's madness.

Please, come home.

-For fuck's sake, stop it, Lin.

-[Linda shrieks] Tina, stop it.

This has to stop.

Now!

I'm scared.

I know.

I'm so sick of it.

I'm so sick of being scared.

I don't want Danny to die.

He's at home in his bedroom, on his PlayStation.

He's not going to die.

Your hands.

I love you.

That's all we need, isn't it?

B side “Baby you're a Rich Man”" [chuckles] I told you not to drink that water.

[police sirens in the distance] Take me home.

[music playing in distance] Have you seen the TV?

They're burning things down in Kent.

It's like anarchy.

It's really scary.

What the fuck you even doing?

One: Don't swear at me.

Two: Don't say "even" in that context.

Three: Don't put crap like this in the window.

-Wait, wait, wait.

-Don't you "wait" me.

Quantum fucking algorithm.

It doesn't mean anything!

They've burned down Francine's election offices in Kent.

So what?

The planet's been burning for long enough.

All the political parties are the same.

Maybe people will listen for a change.

[slams door shut] This is completely insane.

Serious arson attacks in Kent overnight.

Shops, especially chemists', and a couple of GP surgeries.

Local government buildings.

Even a few police stations.

Phone masts were also attacked.

The casualties, largely in flats above properties, stand at five.

And all this was achieved with lies about Quantum Algorithm?

All the main news outlets have carried reports that the water is safe, but, uh... people are still burning things.

There's something deep rooted in the national psyche when it comes to arson.

I'm sure it gets the dopamine flying.

There's a Firestorm meme doing the rounds.

I've seen it.

Our candidate in Kent has retreated it.

-In an attempt-- -Tell him to delete that immediately.

We have.

He's, so far, failed to respond.

That tiger ride's going smoothly then.

Seriously, he's posting stuff probably spread by a hostile force.

Not very local, is it?

She's right.

It's definitely an attack line.

I'll deal with it.

Can I posit a scenario?

What happens if he goes so far that we have to suspend him?

It's too late to nominate another candidate.

This is the masterplan, then, is it?

We have to stop this.

But no more revenge attacks on banks and assets though.

That, clearly, has just fed the beast.

-The Americans have made it clear-- -Fuck the Americans.

They're probably watching this shit show with as much interest as anyone else.

Organize a press conference for 4:00 p.m. Time to go public with who we think is behind this.

We present a collegiate face.

I think the Home Secretary would be better in the circumstances.

Fine, we'll do a joint conference.

Hmm.

[knock on the door] [door opens] Rodger.

-Ever been in the Foreign Office, Rog?

-Can't say I have.

-Splendid, isn't it?

-[Rodger chuckles] Fruitier than Carmen Miranda hat.

Now I need you to do me a bit of a favor.

-What's that?

-Stop being a cunt.

-I'm sorry.

-Big ask, I know.

You see, it doesn't matter if a crypto-communist like Anna Marshall doesn't care for you.

That's a given.

But if you lose Jo Obasi, you're on shaky ground.

I think I can handle him.

-Do you now?

-I do.

Yes, but thanks for the advice, Archie, all the same.

Well, look, let me float a different scenario.

What do you think happens if you lose me?

The Home Secretary asked you to delete the meme.

So, delete the meme.

It's not an endorsement, I just like it.

It's garbage, but that's neither here nor there.

Delete the meme and apologize.

No wonder people say you're a spent force.

People say that, eh?

Have you ever heard that when you're racing the dawn back to the crypt, Motty?

No.

I mean, I've heard you called lots of things, Archie, but not that.

Be sure to tell me if you do.

Would you care to put it to the test?

What's your game, Rodger?

My game?

I would really advise you not to play with matches, my friend.

But I'm not your friend, Archie.

He's not going to delete it.

-Maybe Anna is right.

-What?

Call Division 45.

Archie's been hacked.

[Peter scoffs] Why did you forgo the opportunity to appear on the podium alongside the PM later?

I have to go to Scotland.

It's not like you to shun the limelight.

What are you scheming at now, you crafty old...

It is the anniversary of my son's death.

Marianne and I always go to the site to lay a wreath.

-I didn't know.

-Because I don't talk about it much.

He was on a Royal Marines live-fire training exercise.

Nobody's fault.

But anyway... Stephen died.

I'm very sorry.

Yes, it was sad.

Keep an eye on his social media because I can definitely smell smoke rising from under Rodger Hawkins' feet.

What's going on?

-Security says you're... -I have to go.

-I can't stay or I will go insane.

-Go where?

I'm going to go and visit Ellie in Chile.

-No, no, no.

Chile's not safe.

-Why not?

Rob, some of those arsonists were wearing masks with my face on them.

Wicked Witch T-shirts, it... We're gonna go horse-riding in the Andes, and, you know, just... You, Ellie and the Anarchist.

It's like the High Chaparral.

The Anarchist is ancient history.

And nobody remembers the High Chaparral.

I do.

It was... Anna's suggestion, actually.

And suddenly I thought... You spoke to Anna?

-Yeah.

She suggested going to visit Ellie just to... -What?

What?

It's a sensible idea... You talked to Anna before me?

-Yeah, but it wasn't like that.

-Oh, this is great.

This really is revenge.

Well, you got to hand it to her, she knows how to stab from every direction.

Rob, no, we were just talking, and...

I've lost her loyalty.

It's gone.

All because I reinstated Archie and overruled her on Hawkins.

She's a fucking mole.

She's working for them.

For the opposition.

So, as we await government press conference on the wave of arson attacks last night, I can confirm that Rodger Hawkins, the Conservative candidate in Kent, has not deleted a tweet associated with the Firestorm campaign.

And in a move likely to deeply embarrass the Prime Minister, he has also said he will not be drinking tap water as a precaution.

[mobile ringing] -[Peter] Hawkins is going to flip on us.

-I think you're right.

That was a good point earlier.

About the opposition using the attack line against us.

Anyone might think that was something you did in your spare time.

Don't worry, if I were going to do that, I would make sure that I was handsomely paid for it.

-Don't ever speak to my wife again.

-What?

Um, shall we discuss how we parcel this out?

[deep inhale and exhale] -I think you need to lead... -No, no, it's okay, Anna, we have this.

Why don't you just go off and leak to Francine... -What?

-Fidelity.

It never was your strong suit, was it?

Fuck you, Robert.

-You're fired.

-No, I resign.

Cerberus.

You know what that means, don't you?

[Eleanor] The multi-headed dog that stands at the gates of hell.

Get me the Prime Minister immediately.

He's about to do the news conference.

Stop him.

Get the Prime Minister.

[indistinct conversations] Good afternoon, everyone.

[Firestorm] Justice for Simon.

Vote nobody.

[Robert] Hit back harder.

[Rachel] I have to go, or I will go insane.

She's a fucking mole.

Fuck you, Robert!

[echoes] I resign!

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