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How are we doing?

Nearly there.

Is she not happy then?

I just want her to feel safe.

You think someone's gonna come for you?

Any of them can come for any of us.

Security's in the mind, isn't it?

You know that.

Well, you wanted Fort Knox. You've got it.

What have you done to my front door?

Ah, well now you see reinforced steel.

Works with a swipe card.

State-of-the-art.

Will not find this in Banham anytime soon.

No key code.

It's all in the strip.

We'll keep a spare set in the lockers

in case you lock yourself out.

This, this is the business.

Universal swipe, central locking all doors and windows.

Security glass.

Think BMW in Joberg.

Come inside a sec.

Right, check it out.

Windows, French doors, even the roof access,

all fail safe all, through this key.

Hope this works with her, Tom.

She's a great person.

I know.

How reliable is this strip?

Ah, right.

Sorry mate.

Watch this.

Would I give you anything but the best?

Hold your nose back.

Oh, good girl.

Should help.

I didn't mean to let you in.

You know, my hand slipped.

Look, take this.

New front door key.

What? The Hilton now, are you?

Look, I know how you feel about living with me,

about being safe and everything,

so that's why I've changed things.

Come back, please.

You can't stay here.

Go have a look.

Please.

How does it work?

Well, it's just like a key on the outside.

Swipe it through the slot.

Light goes green, you're in.

Coming out, it's the same.

Swipe it like a credit card.

Okay?

Go and see, please.

I'd rather you showed me.

I will, I will, but...

But?

But I have a very important project on right now so...

What is it?

Are you gonna do some spying?

Be careful.

I will.

Right.

Go ahead.

Hello, this is Jodi

from the Sovereign Guest House in Ealing.

I need an urgent credit card check on a Mr. Patrick McCann.

One moment.

Encrypting red channel.

This is really quite urgent.

McCann, Patrick, section commander

in splinter Republican group.

Active service unit leader for many years,

personally responsible for the torture

and murder of over 20 IUC policemen

and two security service operatives in the late 70s.

Why?

Come on, come on!

He's ringing the doorbell.

You went over Tom's head on this.

Tom wasn't here.

Tom handles McCann. You know that

I had to act at once.

You let a known terrorist into a safe house.

He said Asabiyah, Harry. Asabiyah.

This isn't about Ireland.

The consequences of this could be horrendous.

Everything will have to be sterilized.

Who knows how many safe houses will have to be closed down?

Housekeepers retired?

This could push the budget to the brink of the abyss.

You've called the cavalry, I take it.

Anti-terrorist unit and Special Branch

will be there in six minutes.

What are they getting? A tram?

Six minutes across London is fast.

He'll be gone before then

and all we'll be left with is the smell of sulfur.

I take it this is live?

Yes, sir.

Did you want a cup of tea?

I want to exchange information

and I want a favor and return.

What's that?

A grenade.

I want a face-to-face meeting with a high-ranking officer

who knows enough about Asabiyah

to know that what I've got isn't a bunch of paddywhack.

If you want some special terms,

I'll have to talk to the landlord.

You will.

And you can tell him that I know

what Asabiyah's been planning in the Sudan.

Whatever it is, I don't think he'd believe you.

Well he'd better,

because what they're planning affects him

and his employer in a very big way.

This is a SIM card.

Stick it in a mobile phone.

Call the number in the address book

between 11:51 and midnight tonight.

Nine minutes only.

You said you wanted a favor in return.

Brave woman.

Do you wanna say what it is?

That's for the landlord.

Let me outta here now!

How the hell did he know about the safe house?

Never underestimate Patrick McCann.

This is information from a highly suspect source.

Not all of you have been need to know about Asabiyah,

for a good reason.

Tom?

Asabiyah is an ultra-extremist cell hiding out in Sudan.

It's a fragment from the Al-Qaeda fallout.

Group's been yellow tagged.

Tagging has been effective.

MPs, Foreign Office, most of Downing Street

and the press do not know, repeat,

do not know the group's existence.

No knowledge, no leaks.

Asabiyah are some of Bin Ladin's most loyal followers,

they're specialists believed

to be behind both U.S. Embassy bombings in 2000.

But as far as we know,

Asabiyah has shown no interest in planning any action

in the UK yet.

Mostly India, Indonesia.

All chip in, the clock's against us.

I think this offer's real.

McCann wants to trade.

But trade what?

If there's any danger of an Asabiyah attack on the UK,

we have to act and act now.

So what do we do?

We do exactly what he's asked us to do.

We try and deal with him.

Come on, come on.

Group dynamics.

It's too dangerous.

Oh is it?

Why?

He's way ahead, calling the shots.

It's our job to catch up.

I agree with Tessa.

Well, I agree with Zoe.

So we do nothing?

We do something.

We set up the meeting with McCann and we kill him.

Ah, this is grotesque.

No grotesque is taking McCann at his word.

Zoe, you are out of your depth.

Harry, he asked for an officer

who knows the Asabiyah material.

If it concerns them, it's gonna be on the critical list,

whatever the hell it is.

This is not the truth, it's their truth.

We have no way of verifying anything objectively.

Precisely why I need to meet the man.

No, not you.

Yes, me. I know enough about Asabiyah

to confirm his intentions.

No one else can.

I want a collective decision.

We have to be at one on this.

I say we burn him.

McCann's an old dog.

You won't get near him.

I'm an old dog too.

Danny?

Meet him.

See what info he's offering.

Tessa?

Danny's right, we can't afford not to.

Zoe?

Meet.

So be it.

Tom, if you get to McCann, no deals, nothing.

This is strictly information gathering.

I just hope you know what kind

of a bastard we're dealing with.

Aye, Crockett, the stoker.

Keep it English.

Now use drawing more attention to ourselves.

You're joking.

Anyone seeing this'd think we're

in some fecky farmer's porn video.

You picked the spot, not me.

Let's walk.

Let's not.

I guess this wasn't easy for you, Mr. Crockett.

Had to pull a few strings, I bet.

I know I certainly did.

Something like that.

The secrecy's for my benefit as well, you know?

There's people who'd fry my balls in batter

if they knew what I was doing.

Suddenly grown a conscience, have we?

It's the same for us, you know?

I don't like breathing the same air as you either.

You follow?

Asabiyah.

We've had a minor corporate cash flow problem,

thanks to certain recent events.

So we've been freelancing.

Bit of management consultancy.

A few hard lads down in Columbia,

the odd mercenary in Somalia.

And then we get a call

from a couple of hard nuts in the Sudan.

Needed a swift howto

on some anti-tank weaponry they'd just acquired.

Oh, state-of-the-art, the dog's bollocks.

So we sent a couple of our lads over,

but we weren't taking any chances

so we had them checked out.

Those boys would kill you as quick as look at you,

nothing new to speak of 'til last week.

Another check.

And suddenly there's this very detailed aerial schematic

of a large-scale Brit facility.

A power station, a nuclear power station.

Sefton B.

They do what I think they're gonna do

and most of Ireland's uninhabitable for the next 200 years.

Not to mention everything north of Bristol.

Not that we'd miss Wales.

Oh, don't look at me like that.

This is a holy war.

These boys are serious.

And when a man with my experience tells you

that you should listen,

they scared the shite out of me.

You could disincentivize them.

Kill them, you mean?

Sadly my branch chief had other ideas.

Wanted his money up front,

but by the time he realized he was an idiot,

they were already on their way

and so I had to come crying to yous for help.

You do what I ask and you'll get it all.

Names, routes, dates, everything we've got.

We've got access, we've got trust.

Jesus, Mr. Crockett, I'm your man in the Sudan.

When did they leave?

They're already here?

How much money do you want?

Money is not our only concern.

What do you want?

Today's Tuesday.

I want a blind eye kept 'til sunrise Thursday.

We're doing a bit of business here

and we'd rather you kept your noses out of it.

No police, no Special Branch, no uniforms,

but only 30 hours, special offer.

You expect us to turn our backs

while you commit a terrorist outrage?

We're not planning a terrorist outrage.

All right?

You're forgetting it's our country on the line here too.

New SIM card.

Call the number in the address book

between 16:51 and 17:00 tonight.

Nine minutes only.

Then I dump the phone.

Why the rush?

Why do you think?

You mean it's soon?

I mean you better get back in your car.

We have a deal?

Bit unfair, really.

You know my name

and I know yours ain't Davy bloody Crockett.

Call me Dave.

How many times do I have to tell you

this is contaminated truth?

It's a hook.

And if we turn a blind eye

to the activities of McCann's group for the next 30 hours,

do you know what we will be doing?

We will be trading a certain attack

by a splinter Republican cell

for some fantasy about Sefton B.

I disagree.

Why?

Stakes are too high.

A known dissident IRA commander coming on his own

to a safe house, follows up with a meeting,

keeping to his word about backup,

keeping to his word about time and place.

Tom, we both know that the word of the IRA,

whatever faction, is as permanent

as a fart in a wind machine.

We have no choice.

Tessa's right.

We have to deal and we have just under four hours to agree.

We have a potential moral horror here

and I do not like moral horrors.

I prefer facts.

Danny, Zoe, how vulnerable is Sefton B?

And just what kind of anti-tank weapon

could Asabiyah have gotten hold of?

- Right. - Right.

Meanwhile, we do have one ace in the hole.

I've been less than honest with you, Tom,

when you met McCann, you did have backup.

It worked rather well, you must admit.

They followed you

and then followed him all the way to his hideaway.

Thanks to you,

we now have a major dissident IRA commander

under surveillance.

He's over here on his evil business.

He must be stopped.

That's exactly what's going to happen.

There will be no deals with Patrick McCann.

Zoe, call.

Where are you?

I'm almost there.

Listen, I need you to get me an urgent appointment

with the DG but cover for me for an hour, all right?

Now, you and Danny do exactly as Harry told you.

Find out about that weapon.

Mate, I've been to Sefton B.

That place is well hard.

Four working reactors, two reprocessing plants,

Britain's main plutonium stockpile.

They've not just got a sign outside

saying beware of the sheep, you know?

I mean it's protected

Yeah, but it's not the main site I'm worried about.

Area D421.

It houses about 20 tanks containing liquid,

high level of radioactive waste.

Breaching one of those tanks

would release a cloud 45 times as deadly as Chernobyl.

Yeah, I know where you mean.

They've got concrete coming out

of their asses three meters thick.

I mean you can't do anything except from the air,

and the RAF has that covered these days.

Well, normally half these tanks are empty.

But there's been a glut of increased capacity this year

and now the standby tanks are almost all full.

Two of the intermediate level tanks

have the thinnest concrete containment of the lot.

It's about a meter or so.

So not surprisingly, they're being refurbished.

In particular, their roof.

To hit the roof, you'd need something that could fly up

and then strike straight down.

Most mobile anti-tank units fire direct.

They do not have a top-attack mode.

So some do then?

Mr. Quinn, the DG has asked me

to say that it's best he doesn't see you.

This is a matter

of national security. - Please let me finish.

Best he doesn't actually see you.

However, at the moment there is a window.

Will you follow me?

I'll just take your blood pressure.

There'll be a little discomfort.

Yes, doctor.

Oh, get on with it.

I haven't got all day.

So you're here to complain

about your superior in the service.

Yes, I never thought I'd have

to talk about Harry in this way.

Why not?

If he's going doolally then needs must.

Please, sir, this is difficult for me.

Please don't emote.

You're here to gripe, so spit.

No, I'm not here to gripe.

It's never my policy to listen to gripes.

That's why this meeting is not taking place

Open wide and say ah.

But you believe the Irishman?

Yes.

Why?

Three reasons.

The personal risk he's taken by even talking to us,

credibility of his story,

and the seriousness of what is at stake.

So if we give them 30 hours clear of surveillance,

what do you think they'll do during that time?

I think they'll keep to their word.

No, that is what you want to happen.

But as the old KGB used to say,

hope for the best, expect the worst.

Hence I ask what is your worst fear in this scenario?

They launch an attack on the mainland.

In which case we prevent a greater outrage

of possibility by allowing a lesser, a certainty.

Yes.

A moral twister. Terrible thing to decide.

The art of dealing with your enemy is a fine thing.

Bend over and touch your toes, please.

Do you enjoy such decisions?

No.

Wrong answer.

If you don't, you've no business in the service.

I'm gonna overrule Harry on this occasion.

Go ahead.

Call Rosie when it's done

and I'll deal with Harry for you.

Thank you, sir.

And now it's finger up my prostate time,

so I would be grateful if you could leave.

Sir.

Work phone.

We put McCann's SIM card in here.

All teed up.

Okay, how long do we have?

Four minutes to cut off.

Okay, stay close.

Recording.

Davy Crockett, I presume

King of the wild frontier.

Cutting it fine, aren't you?

I'm gonna give you a number, mobile number.

This is my number.

07700-900-002.

Confirm that.

07700-900-002.

No contact 'til sunrise Thursday

Then he'll give us the information on Sefton B?

They say.

He says.

I believe him.

Hello?

It's done.

Thank you.

Brace for impact.

Tom Quinn!

You went over my head to the DG?

I took a decision.

The wrong one.

GCHQ have just picked up a pay-as-you-go mobile keyword.

Irish splinter group plans

to hit Broad Street railway station tomorrow morning,

rush hour, a bomb.

And they do flash.

Five pounds of of Semtex gone walkies

from an armed shipment in Newcastle.

MO's got Patrick McCann's group written all over it.

And this is the man in whom you've put your trust?

You went over my head, now I'm going over yours.

No more deals.

We are gonna stop that bomb.

Smooth bureaucracy away from now on.

Total communication.

We group hug this one or we all fall down.

I told you, Davy, no contact.

There hasn't been.

So why'd you put a tail on me, eh?

It took me a bloody hour to shake them.

I didn't want it.

Sadly my branch chief had other ideas.

Problems upstairs, Davy?

You said no acts of terror.

You're planning to hit Broad Street Station.

Keep to the agreement.

You said no acts of terror.

We're at war with Britain.

There's no such thing as terrorism in wartime.

Worth playing it back Mr. Crockett.

We've had enough awards.

We're back in business in a big way.

No warning?

The rules have changed, Davy.

The gloves are off.

Try and stop our operation,

the deal is dead and damn the consequences for all of us.

I know you think your boss is a little emotional

over Irish matters.

Well, I am.

And for the good of this team, I'd like to explain why.

I was in Ireland in 1978.

My best friend was a man named Bill Crombie.

One day we found ourselves

in a rebel pub looking for an IRA brigade commander.

Terrible mistake.

I left. He stayed.

Bravado.

They shoved him in the boot of a car.

I could do nothing.

I had no field telephone, no weapon.

They dumped his body two weeks later.

Very hard to identify a body

most of which has been burnt away with a blowtorch.

The brigade commander's name was Patrick McCann.

This has informed my judgment on this matter.

I trust you'll all understand.

Yes.

Yes, Harry.

Absolutely, Harry.

Yes.

Thank you.

Their side we know.

They will blow up one of the busiest stations

in London unless we stop them.

We can't.

They haven't given us enough detail

about the Sefton B attack.

If we stop them, they withdraw everything.

First principles.

If we do not stop the bomb, it will explode.

Yeah, but we've been in this situation before.

A valued source tips us off about bomb.

Stopping that bomb compromises the source.

Letting it explode could help stop at least 20 others.

It's a balance sheet of risks.

Lesser evil stops greater evil every single time.

- You think this? - Yes.

Even when the greater evil exists only as a fiction?

It's a chance we have to take.

Not on my watch.

We move.

This bomb does not go off.

If Sefton B's gonna happen, we have to stop it.

Even if there's the remotest chance, we've got to.

We're going to.

Zoe, every hour, you are gonna rewrite special ops

on how we are supposedly stopping McCann and his bomb

for Harry's eyes.

What? Fiction for Harry?

Harry must think we're stopping

the Broad Street bomb for real.

Look at all ops cables for strategy if you like,

just make it watertight.

Harry is not an easy man to lie to.

No, I can imagine.

Danny, the weapon Asabiyah are gonna use,

we need to know what it is.

Make, model, serial number.

I've been screaming at the MOD,

but you know what snobby bastards they are over there.

Then scream louder.

Pull files on their wires, but get the info.

We have to know what weapon they're gonna use in detail.

Are we running an MI5 inside MI5 here?

Two projects in tandem.

The real one and the decoy.

Decoy goes to Harry.

Reality stays here.

Now this is the DG's mandate.

We have his blessing.

No one here likes this one bit,

so let's get it as quick as we can, okay?

Anything, anything at all, call my mobile.

Mention the word bureaucracy

and I'll know Harry's an earshot, but keep the info coming.

Yeah, but if we stop the blast,

McCann's gonna cut us off.

We're not gonna stop the blast.

We're gonna smother it.

No overt action, accidentally, on purpose.

The thing hurts no one.

It can can be done.

We've all seen it done before

and it's what's gonna happen here.

McCann's never gonna believe that.

I don't need him to believe it.

I just need enough doubt in the equation

for a bare-faced denial.

We're giving him the craters, not the corpses.

Get busy.

I need a roof collapse at Broad Street Station.

Think Heathrow Tunnel in '94.

Exactly. There you go.

On our signal, all incoming trains divert

to London Bridge or stop at Clapham Junction.

The roof will have gone at Broad Street Station.

Never you mind how I know.

It's 60s architecture.

Of course it's falling down.

Look, you know the drill.

Tarpaulin on the ceiling,

a load of cladding on the concourse.

Electric's going fit.

Tubes must stop.

Customer action has to look and sound perfect.

This is a national security issue, I'm afraid.

If you haven't signed the Official Secrets Act,

you're going to in about five minutes.

Five minutes.

Bike courier from Special Ops.

Thanks.

Okay.

Double up the watches at the station.

I've just spoken to security

and I expect 'em to use the access culvert under

the platform like they talked about in '96.

Soon as they leave the package,

they'll let us know what time it's set for.

So let's start clearing the place.

Bronze Line trains regret to announce

that all trains are being rerouted to London Bridge Station.

Thank you.

Infrastructure's fine.

Pedestrian route's fine.

Station roads are closed.

Well, apart from bureaucratic wranglings.

Absolutely.

Latest ops?

Yep. Zoe.

For the record,

I hate this as much as you do.

Is that the real record, is it?

Yep.

Device is set for 7:30.

Shall we lock it down?

Yes.

Confirmed.

So far so good.

Sorry, sir, you'll have to go.

Yeah.

Danny, that's just come in from the MOD.

Thanks.

Structural damage.

No casualties.

We're in the clear.

Tom.

That anti-tank weapon,

it's a Scimitar missile.

A batch of six was stolen back in the mid-90s.

That's why the MOD was so clammed up,

but I had to tell them.

When I said the magic word Sefton B, bowels opened

A Scimitar.

I fired one of these up in Scotland.

This is not good.

We were thinking lorries.

This thing can be handled, operated by two people.

My hourly report tells me

the bomb has not been placed, yet the station is in pieces.

Somebody speak.

Right.

You lot, meeting room.

Now!

My department faked a cover up.

Your department?

You were fed false reports.

And it's not in pieces.

Part of it's faked.

Rest was their work.

Only damaged one side of the concourse.

Who was aware of this?

Harry, I'm sorry.

I saw a mushroom cloud over the bloody country.

I didn't...

You always taught me

to keep personal issues away from judgment.

You didn't.

I'm sorry.

The attack on Sefton B is looking real.

We even know the weapon they're gonna use.

Shall we brief you?

Oh, well.

Needs must.

Did a similar thing myself once to the DG.

No corpses.

You were lucky.

What weapon?

What?

Oh.

Right.

The Scimitar.

Was actually a prototype built for-

Did you say Scimitar?

Hmm.

Built for the LFAT GWS program.

A horrible acronym for-

Light forces anti-tank guided weapon system.

Well, go on.

It's a variation on the MILAN or the Javelin.

With two parts,

the command launch unit and the round itself.

It's light enough to be carried by two people.

Range is just under 1.9 kilometers.

This was filmed in Kosovo.

Two warheads, correct?

One to breach the reactive armor

and the main warhead to pulverize the base armor.

In this case, the concrete with a steel tank inside.

How did they find out about D421?

It's an Irish government-funded website

to monitor building at the plant.

It's understandable.

It's open source.

Just so it happens

their independent analysis is accurate,

as is their timing.

Asabiyah might also have someone on the inside.

We can't be sure till we revet the whole plant

and we're only halfway through.

This concrete's heavily reinforced.

It's designed to maintain integrity, even under blast.

We can't be sure the reinforcement's not corroded.

They are by the sea, after all.

I feel sick.

Can't we shut it down?

You can't shut down nuclear waste.

How do they intend to deliver the ordinance?

Land, sea, air. We dunno.

Come in from anywhere.

That's where Patrick's information will come in.

If it comes in.

Presumably even McCann wouldn't screw us on the timing.

Which means tomorrow sunrise, the clock starts ticking

and only he knows when the alarm's been set for.

In the meantime, we need a buffer zone.

Two klicks should do it.

Cleanse the area, set up a scare.

Lean heavily on every single known extremist sympathizer

on the critical list within 100 miles.

Presumably we've touched up every agent in the Northwest.

Didn't you mention something

about a potential source in Bradford?

Well placed, but sympathy's unstable,

Don't care.

No doubt you know his buttons. Push them.

Money.

How large?

Large.

Throw it. Gloves are off.

Oh, and call the Anti-Terrorism Committee.

Ask them to put the PM on standby.

You'll forgive me if I don't hug you all.

I'll get onto the newsroom.

Harry, I know this might not be a good time, but...

Office.

Tessa has been running agents that do not exist?

Yes.

How long have you known this?

For...

For...

I was too frightened to tell.

But you are telling.

She gave me money.

It's in a safe place.

I'm sure it is.

How much?

10,000 pounds.

It's just that in the current situation,

anything that she brings to the table from her agents,

well, we can't know if it's the truth.

You are at the frontier of this job, Zoe.

Because of what we are, we have to watch each other.

Painful though that can sometimes be.

Now, leave this office,

go straight over to Tessa and chat all bright and shiny.

Chat about what?

Oh me losing it?

You've done very well.

Now get yourself together.

You're here.

Didn't you believe me?

Didn't wanna believe it until I saw it.

You look terrible.

It's 'cause I'm a terrible man.

No you're not.

Not really.

We are just getting reports of an isolated outbreak

of foot and mouth disease on a farm in Holywell,

very close to the nuclear power facility, Sefton B.

If confirmed, this would be a devastating blow

to the farming community.

A spokesman says the situation

will be closely monitored before anyone...

This is not what we agreed!

Keep your eyes closed!

Come on, get 'em on his feet!

Move! Forget about him.

Let him down, let him down.

You messed up our operation!

I don't know what you're talking about.

Set him down now.

You've got balls, Davy Crockett, do you know that?

I'm not going to shoot you.

I'm just keeping our end of the bargain.

It's lucky for you both our countries are at risk.

Give it to him.

Untie his hands!

All the information you need

about the attack is there on the hard drive.

A hidden camera record of a meeting

that we had with the bastards,

head shots, scanned shots,

a map of the area, the whole shebang.

This is one patriot to another.

Right.

Now we must move.

We could be friends in another life.

We'll just have to wait 'til then.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Jesus.

Danny, got it.

It's today.

It's all here.

Mailing it to you now.

McCann's group found these reccy shots.

Three different angles on Sefton B,

all with D421 in clear shot.

Understood.

The boundary's secure.

They're flushing out civvies

from inside the buffer zone as quickly as they can.

Face matching from the laptop IDs check out.

CCTV at local Outward Bound Centre picked them up.

They're there.

They're actually there.

From the reccy shots and the dead ground map,

there's three possible locations for optimum firing.

We need three teams to watch for movement,

and move in quick when they find it.

Delta 1 to Charlie 6.

What's your sit rep, over?

Charlie 6, Delta 1.

Moving to grid the scanning area for target.

Say again, over.

Area scanning access.

Farm gate, three o'clock, 500 meters, Charlie 6.

Roger, Delta 1.

Delta 2, Charlie 6.

Engagement is green. Repeat, engagement is green.

Over.

Get this area secure.

I nearly shot a bloody farmer.

Charlie 6, Delta 3, enemy located.

Request ROE, over.

Delta 3, Charlie 6.

ROE is green, over.

Charlie 6, Delta 3, ROE confirmed.

Engaging.

Yes.

Hey, Danny. Talk to me.

Targets have been disincentivized, Tom.

It's over.

Go home.

You've earned it.

My place.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Tom?

Hey, hi, hey.

You got presents for me?

Hello.

From the shops?

We're going to make melting moments.

Are you now?

What are you doing home?

- I took the afternoon off. - And we're going

to cook them. - 'Cause I can.

Oh, you did, did you?

Are you surprised?

Yeah, you could say that.

They're gonna be covered in chocolate!

What have you done your head?

Oh, nothing. A fight with the car door.

I'm gonna have a shower, but before then,

I need to know the exactly secret ingredients

of the melting moments.

I know.

Know what?

You are a brilliant woman.

If you wanted to get into treachery,

couldn't it be something ideological, something grand?

But to invent bogus agents and pocket their payoffs.

They could retire, have unfortunate deaths.

I know the service's traditional approach

to wrongdoers is to smother them with kindness,

but I'm going to throw you to the wolves.

You mean you only forgive sins if they're large?

Perhaps.

And that's how you forgave yourself

for cowardice in Ireland.

What are you talking about?

Bill Crombie.

In 1978, you saw him die.

You did nothing, despite the pistol in your hand.

Not that you ever mentioned that you had a gun, of course.

Let's just say that it would be better

for you if I were to stay here.

Fair enough.

Look at those.

These are scrumptious.

Look at those.

Look at your nose.

Pop these in.

It's for you.

Thank you very much, chocolate face.

Ah, thank you.

Chocolate phone.

Oh, Tom.

Hmm?

Oh, I'll take it outside.

Let me do it!

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Davy, it wasn't me, all right?

What?

Look, it wasn't.

Is that Patrick?

What wasn't?

It was the other lads.

They found out.

My branch chief-

No, you're breaking up.

The laptop's rigged.

The bastards put a slab of C-4 in it.

Repeat that?

The laptop has six ounces of explosive in it.

That's enough to take out half my street.

Your street?

Yeah, I'm at home.

Oh, sorry.

They thought you'd take it into work.

Is it a timer?

Aye, it's a timer near the motherboard

on the left hand side.

You stay on the line.

No, I can't.

You stay on the line!

I've got to go.

Patrick!

Patrick!

Ellie?

Ellie!

Jesus. What?

Open the door.

Maisie, sweetheart. Where's the...

Oh, look, what have you done, you messy pop?

Ellie, come on!

Okay.

Come on.

Bloody key. It won't work.

The key's locked.

Try it slowly.

Still red, Tom.

Okay, go to my jacket.

My key's in the left hand pocket.

That should do it.

Hurry, quickly.

Hello?

- Hi, there's a gas leak. - What?

Get everyone out the house. Gas leak.

Still red, Tom.

Okay, pass it here. Pass it out the letterbox.

Yeah.

Is there anything in the lock?

Can you see?

- Oh, there's... - I made it sticky.

I'm not sure.

Ellie, listen to me. Get out of the house now.

Why?

Just do as I say.

Hey, now what's going on here?

There's a gas leak.

- A gas leak? - There is a gas leak.

Get away from the area.

I am telling you I'm a manager from a gas company.

I'm ordering you to leave the area now.

Moderate your tone.

Tom? Tom?

We can't get out.

Everything is locked.

What the hell is going on?

Try the attic.

You can get onto the roof.

Go on.

Ellie, come on!

Is there a problem here at all?

I'm security service.

There's a bomb in my house.

You're the fourth I've met today, mate.

My ID's inside. I'm locked out.

Ring the bloody number.

And what number would that be, sir?

7946-0001.

Ellie, come on.

7946-0001.

Right.

And get him out too.

Right.

Hey, battering ram, torch.

Let's get a drill team out here now.

Ellie, Ellie?

It's all blocked off. It's sealed.

Oh, we did that. Shit!

Look, I'm not gonna do a single thing

'til you tell me what is going on.

Listen to me.

There's a bomb in the computer that I brought home.

Did you hear me?

Did you hear what I said, Ellie?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I heard you.

Now, I've locked the computer in the filing cabinet

in my office.

Listen to me carefully now.

Go to my jacket.

In my jacket pocket are my car keys.

There's a red key on there.

Get the red key, go upstairs to the office.

It's the bottom right hand drawer

of my filing cabinet. - It's too much.

In my office.

I said too much.

There's a box in the bottom.

I said too much.

Call me.

Okay, I'm calling you now.

I'm calling you now.

Is it my fault, Mummy?

In the bottom drawer.

Hello?

Zoe, get me Danny.

It's Tom.

Hey.

Danny, Patrick's rigged the laptop.

It's packed with C-4.

It's a notebook.

It's a year old.

C-4's on a timing in the motherboard,

The internal clock is on a battery.

If they've set it up on that,

you can take the battery out and you're fine.

What?

Hold on.

Great, great.

On the other hand, taking the battery out could break

the connection and risk setting it off anyway.

Setting what off?

Hold on.

As could any jarring movement.

Oh shit.

Okay, conference this to my home line.

Hey, be careful with it.

Keep it flat. No sudden movements.

Now you tell me!

Tom?

Maisie?

Listen, darling, we're gonna play a game, okay?

I want you to do something for me.

Piggy in the middle?

No, let's play hide and seek.

Yeah.

What I want you to do is go

to the cupboard under the stairs

and get inside and find all the old blankets and clothes,

all the overcoats you can find and wrap yourself up.

And then lie down,

curl down in the floor like a little hedgehog.

Okay?

Why?

'Cause I'm telling you to.

But if you tell me where to hide,

you'll know where to find me.

But Mummy's gonna try and find you.

Okay.

Okay?

Go on.

Ellie?

Ellie?

I'm here.

Okay, Danny's on the line.

He's gonna talk you through it, okay?

Ellie, just do everything I say

and we'll be all right.

Gently, put it down gently, sweetheart.

The bomb's on a timer,

so it should be safe to open it.

We need to get to the motherboard.

Gently and slowly, okay?

Shall I turn it on?

- No! - No.

Just do exactly what he tells you.

You should be able to just lift the keyboard.

There should be insulation under there.

Lift it up.

There's a metal plate or something.

That's it.

Lift that too.

Hey.

- What is it? - What?

There's no bomb.

No bomb?

It is fine.

Ellie, how do you know?

Look, I know a little about computers.

There's a hard drive, memory chips, motherboard, clock.

It's all there.

It's no wires, Tom.

No wires at all.

Just a little LCD clock. Tiny little thing.

There's no clock on a motherboard.

Ellie, where's the clock?

Right beside the motherboard.

What does the clock say?

It's just a clock with the time.

It says 1:15.

14.

13.

12.

It's going backwards, Tom.

Tom, it's going backwards.

Okay!

They're gonna bust the door down.

Step back.

Come on.

Go, go, go.

Do not touch that clock yet.

We're working on it.

Let me move it away.

Do not touch it.

Stand back.

Christ, what's this thing made from?

It's reinforced steel.

Where's the cutters? Where's the torch?

Do the window bars. Go.

Actually, get next door.

Get a team next door.

Two next door now.

Danny, talk to me.

Okay, Zoe's come through with something.

It's on 46, Tom.

Stop counting.

45 seconds, we've gotta clear the area.

No, Danny.

If that's C-4, we have to clear the area.

The clock might have a separate battery to the computer.

If that's true, she can disconnect it.

Ellie?

Ellie can you see a screw anywhere on the clock?

If it's a separate LCD.

- What screw? - It's got a cover.

I can't see any screw.

And the cover has a screw.

There's gotta be a screw there somewhere.

We're clearing.

No!

Let's go. Let's go.

Ellie, a screw. Look!

What screw?

I can't see any screw!

Listen to me, sir.

This goes off with all these men here, that's 20 dead.

Pulling back, it's two.

We're pulling back. - I'm staying. I'm staying.

Lesser of the two evils.

Your choice, sir.

We've got to move.

Pull back 50 meters, everyone.

Ellie, I love you.

There's gotta be a screw.

There has to be a screw on the clock.

I can't see any screw on the clock.

Oh no.

Why haven't you come to find me?