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This man is an MI5 spy.

We caught him snooping around the flats.

I'm an Environmental Health Officer.

My identity pass is in my pocket.

I was checking on a report of vermin in the bin area.

Of course.

Because MI5 normally carry identification saying

"I'm a spy."

I don't know how this has happened.

Please let me go.

I'm begging you!

What are you begging me for?

Hm?

Mercy?

Pity?

The same mercy and pity your paymasters showed

to the people of Fallujah?

I don't know anything about

the people in Fallujah!

Lima team, what's your status?

No visual.

Intervention difficult, Alpha-1.

Well, that's no good to me.

What's the point in you being there

if you can't do anything?

It's not their fault.

They were ordered to stay at distance.

What if Zaf breaks cover?

He can't.

We'll lose him and the entire operation.

That's why they're doing this.

They're trying to flush out infiltrators.

Lima-1, have you at least got a visual on the warehouse?

Negative.

How would killing me help them?

One of you will have the honor of executing this coward.

I'll do it.

Wait.

Don't say anything.

You've got to stay quiet.

Shut up, just shut up.

You have a problem?

I think I've seen him before.

In the council offices when I was sorting out

the housing benefit.

Maybe he's telling the truth.

You think we should let him go?

He hasn't seen us.

All right.

Well, now he has seen us.

He was an Environmental Health Officer.

Does that thought disturb you?

The death of an innocent man?

We're soldiers at war.

Nobody's innocent.

Yet only Mustafa was prepared

to strike a blow on my command.

I would have done it.

Mustafa will be my voice amongst you.

There's a special type of bomb that has been used

against our people in Chechnya and Afghanistan.

Soon we will have one of them in our own hands

and then we will be able to take revenge

for our dead brothers and sisters.

Give the rat catcher back to the rats.

Afghanistan and Chechnya.

It has to be a thermobaric bomb.

Then Operation Waterfall has already justified itself.

But we can't just stop it now

before we have a single recruit.

We can't let an Al-Qaeda cell

have that kind of destructive power.

We should stop them getting the bomb

and keep Waterfall running.

Let's throw in good weather

for the next test match as well.

How's Zaf?

Probably dropped down the pecking order.

I meant...

He's tough.

He knows he had no choice.

Ah.

Yes.

I wasn't aware she was starting so soon.

Sooner the better, I thought.

You two be okay?

Yeah, of course.

Conflict can be constructive, of course.

There won't be any conflict.

Ros and I know exactly where we stand with each other.

Hi.

What are you up to?

Rehearsing for a part in "Riverdance."

You're up to speed on Waterfall, then?

Of course.

Waterfall didn't originate in this section.

Well, it did, actually.

Waterfall's primary goal was infiltrating Al-Qaeda cells

to build networks of informants--

That was the general objective.

Waterfall's a specific operation.

Okay.

So you gave it a name.

Anyway, I was fully aware of it.

Well, I can't see how you...

Well, that's good, it gives us a head start.

You, uh,

you all right otherwise, though?

Generally, I mean.

Generally?

Yeah.

You mean because of how I was the last time we met?

Partly, yes.

It's the only time you'll see me like that, Adam.

I don't do emotional incontinence.

Right, well, that's good,

'cause I'm not a big fan.

I'm not a big fan of it either.

Er, Ros.

Meeting room's that way.

Simulation of a thermobaric bomb's effect

on Central London.

Everything in the red zone will be dead.

100% fatalities.

One mile, 50.

A thermobaric bomb uses a mixture of fuel and oxygen,

rather than radiation,

but it's destructive blast is similar

to that of a small tactical nuclear weapon.

Which hasn't stopped its use by both

the Russians in Chechnya and the Americans in Afghanistan.

Put one of those in a theater of operations

and it'll take out pretty much everything that moves.

It's a shame when that theater of operations

happens to be a city full of civilians.

Sometimes you have to destroy the haystack

to find the needle.

And sometimes you have to stop hiding behind metaphors.

It's complex.

No, it's simple.

Thermobaric bomb is a weapon of mass destruction,

the purpose of which is to to kill indiscriminately.

And given that we can hardly be surprised

that Al-Qaeda want one of their own,

or bleat at their inhumanity in using it.

Well, it would appear that they are on the brink

of obtaining one

and I don't intend to let them even the score

in one of our cities.

How do we stop them getting hold of it

without revealing the existence of Waterfall?

There's the million dollar question.

Thought of an answer yet?

Yes.

We buy the bomb ourselves.

Operation Waterfall.

We're trying to build up a network of informants

within Al-Qaeda cells,

just as we did with the IRA in the 1970s.

You knew that already.

Okay.

This is Michael Johnson,

a petty criminal from southeast London

who converted to fundamentalist Islam

during a recent spell in prison.

He changed his name to Mustafa Akram

and broke off his engagement

with childhood sweetheart Leigh Bennett.

Apparently he proposed just before going inside.

Michael's a member of the cell that Zaf's infiltrated

and we might be able to turn him.

If we can turn him--

We can use him to recruit others.

The waterfall effect.

When you say "we," I take it you mean me.

I mean Zaf.

With your help.

And you can't babysit your little friend because?

I'm needed elsewhere.

Nice shoes, aren't they?

Do you think Michael Johnson would like them?

Who are you?

Somebody who might just help save his life.

Come on.

Er, I'm meant to be back at work.

My manager's expecting--

This may come as a surprise to you, Leigh,

but there are more powerful people

than your manager in this life.

Antelope is number 37.

Where's Jo?

Death by mascara.

It was horrible to watch.

Ruth's agonizing over the fact

that there are no more horses in modern day warfare

and Adam's on a course learning how to

lift his knuckles off the ground, so

you'll have to make do with me, I'm afraid.

Shouldn't you be in prison or something?

This is the something.

You okay?

My cover's still intact.

No, I meant--

I'm fine.

Hanif was talking about a bomb.

It's gonna be taken out of the game without them noticing.

We've been given a lease of life to turn our recruit.

We?

You and I are now the shock troops of Waterfall.

Admittedly, I get to go home at night.

How is life in the flat?

Oh, claustrophobic, irritable, jumpy.

Every noise outside is a possible raid.

Group dynamics?

Samir's getting more envious of Michael

since he became Hanif's right hand man.

I'm busy stoking the flames of discord.

Okay.

Let's talk about sex.

Oh, yeah, hang on.

Sorry, it's just that it's been so long.

We can use it to turn Michael Johnson.

You really think I'm his type?

This is Leigh Bennett.

She was a regular visitor to Michael while he was in Feltham

before he converted to Islam.

Yeah I know.

She's his ex-fiancee.

He got rid of her.

Why should she be a weak spot?

A few things about men, Zaf.

They're stupid, they're inconsistent,

and a short skirt usually trumps a deeply held conviction,

present company excepted, of course.

No, no, that was a pretty fair assessment

of my personality.

Pretty.

We tempt Michael back with Leigh.

We turn Michael.

Waterfall has its first success story.

You did the right thing, by the way.

Word from the cousins is that our bomb

may have gone AWOL from Afghanistan two years ago.

I've got possible dealers down to a shortlist of three.

The destruction of Central London doesn't come cheap.

I'm not naive.

I didn't say you were.

It's bad enough that the bombers are homegrown.

Now they're gonna blow us up with our own weapons.

You're absolutely right.

Would you like to have dinner one night?

I'm sorry?

Dinner.

That is, if you'd like to, of course.

That's quite a conversation shift.

Well, onto a rather happier topic

than weapons of mass destruction

or your naivety.

I'm not naive.

I've booked a table.

It's a place I think you'd like.

Very presumptuous of you.

I might have said no.

Well, I'll go anyway.

Bit like the Charlie Chaplain character

waiting for the girl and

making the bread rolls dance.

What film was that?

"Gold Rush."

Ah, yes.

You won't have to.

Wait, I mean.

I'd love to have dinner.

Together.

That's good.

Where's Mustafa?

Going to get instructions from Hanif.

I would have done it, you know.

'Course.

But using a gun's second nature

to someone like Mustafa, isn't it?

You happy about him being put in charge of us?

Look...

You know I'd never question Hanif's judgment.

But Mustafa's different from us.

It's not in the blood with him, is it?

You're telling me.

Who's to say he won't betray us for a crack pipe?

What the fuck?

Yeah, gonna need some fuse wire from the hardware store.

You always get to go out.

All right.

You can go.

You have no doubts about what you're doing?

The Quran tells us the paradise is found

under the shade of swords.

This attack, it'll have big consequences.

For Muslims as well.

Good.

Might make them realize we're at war.

Look.

Moon's out already.

When I was fighting in Afghanistan,

a daytime moon just like that appeared and

we'd pray under it.

And it was

such peace.

It will be like that again, Mustafa.

Simple and beautiful.

I'm proud to be a soldier in that struggle.

What are you doing in my room?

Er, microwave blew out all the fuses.

How'd that happen?

Ask Samir.

He's the college graduate, as he never stops reminding us.

Where is he?

Gone to get some fuse wire.

Thought I'd check out all the sockets with this.

Any news?

Not about the mission.

You worried?

You know, about...

I'm not scared of death.

The martyr feels no pain and goes straight to paradise.

Well, I, sometimes I wonder,

well, what if my dad was there when the bomb went off?

If it was my dad, that'd be a big bonus.

Yeah, but what if it was someone you actually cared about?

What if it was like

a friend or ex-girlfriend or something?

Maybe my Gran.

But if they're deserving,

then they go to paradise as well.

That's why I don't listen to their propaganda

about killing Muslims.

You can't just take me off the street.

I want a lawyer.

Do you know where you are?

Exactly.

What's this about?

Your terrorist boyfriend

and the act of mass murder he's plotting.

He's not my boyfriend anymore.

I'm not involved in anything.

The fact that I'm talking to you means that you are.

I don't know anything.

Of course you do.

So why don't we start with the physical side of things.

How often did you and Michael have sex?

What?

That...

You're out of order.

How do you think your sweet-faced innocence

will play with the public

after an attack that's left thousands of people dead?

Tabloids will have a field day with you.

Did you and Michael have a healthy sex life?

What's healthy?

Are we talking once a week?

Three times a week?

Things been a bit quiet 'round your way recently,

have they?

I'm afraid that's the price I pay

for ensuring your security.

Yeah.

Things were, you know,

pretty good.

More than what you said.

And in other ways?

Just before he went inside,

the last time we went away together to the Canaries,

that was a nice holiday.

It's where he said we should get married.

And that he'd try and sort his life out, but

then he went down.

And discovered extremist religion.

He's not a bad person.

I know that, Leigh.

And I can help you both.

You still can have a future together, but I need your help.

Can you do that for me, please?

Gotcha.

Adam.

We've got email intercept coming out of Kenya

from two Saudi businessmen to Hanif Ibrahim.

What are they doing in Kenya?

Meeting this man.

Iain Kallis.

Used to be an agent for BOSS

during the apartheid years in South Africa.

Now he's a blue chip arm dealer with links to

a front company called ProTech Holdings.

Yes.

I've caught a whiff of Kallis once or twice.

He's on his way to London for the arms fair.

Staying at the Royal Heights Hotel for a week.

Didn't ProTech used to organize shooting parties as well?

A handful of men armed only with semi-automatic rifles

pit their wits against the mighty claws of a lion.

And among those fearless hunters

are American congressmen and Saudi playboys.

He's well connected.

How do you intend to persuade him to sell you the bomb?

By appealing to his baser instincts.

You may have to narrow that down.

A truckload of cash and a place in the sun

where the only Blacks are the ones serving you drinks.

Jo and I are going to ask him to help us

overthrow a foreign government.

There's a listening device stitched into the collar.

We'll be able to hear you at all times.

After I've done this,

Michael's not gonna be in any trouble?

That depends on whether he helps us.

Well, what do you want him to do for you?

We'll cross that bridge later.

Just hold still a sec.

I won't know what to say.

I'll be too nervous.

Sometimes I'll blush.

Good.

He'll think you're nervous at seeing him again.

Right.

You're ready, young lady.

Am I?

You're saving lives, Leigh.

Not just innocent people's, maybe even Michael's.

You'll be fine.

Yeah, so we've had another letter

about our rent arrears, but we're on housing benefit.

This letter here says something about my income taper,

but I'm on income support.

How unusual.

Take a number.

Erm, what you doing?

Mate, you're pushing in.

Okay, Lima-1, up the ante and get target one's attention.

Get outta my face, bitch.

Who are you calling a bitch?

Oh, what, are you deaf as well as stupid?

You're the stupid one.

The end of the queue's back there.

Look, I don't care, okay?

Listen, mug, get to the back of the queue.

Or else what, eh?

Sorry, are you trying to start a fight with me?

Back off, mate!

Oh, yeah?

And what are you gonna do, then?

Do you really want to know?

Good work, Lima-1.

Leigh.

Give us a minute here.

No, Michael, don't think so.

This one of your new mates, is it?

Just a minute.

So, you have to ask permission for who you talk to now?

Sort out the rent, Jamal.

Come on.

Been getting some trouble from them boys

over the Dimby.

They was hassling me and Mum the other day.

How is your mum?

Not your biggest fan.

She never was.

Remember that time

when she came home from work early and you--

I was a different person back then.

You're telling me.

You wouldn't understand.

How's that?

Selling makeup,

drinking with your ignorant mates till you're sick.

Ignorant?

Ignorant was spending all my wages

going to visit a handbag thief

who once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life

in bed with me!

You just turn 'round one day and go,

"Oh, sorry, we ain't getting married

"'cause now I'm following Allah."

It saved my life.

Now I follow the one true God.

I used to sit up at nights making you tapes.

I saved money for when you got out!

And read the Hadith of the last prophet Mohammad,

peace be upon--

You sound like a bloody robot, mate!

Why should I care what happens to you?

I can't do this anymore.

Can't do what?

It's going to pieces.

She's gonna break.

Can't do what?

Leave me alone!

I didn't ask you to help me back there!

I can't talk to you anymore! - Look, Leigh, come--

It breaks me up seeing you like this!

Come back!

I didn't mean it about ignorant!

She's sexy when she's angry.

Now he's chasing her.

I told you she was clever.

Look, what are you walking away for?

We're just talking!

No!

You were giving me a sermon, as usual!

Leigh...

What are you doing?

That's my number.

Just give me a call if you want to talk about anything.

Since when did you and me just talk?

What's my brother's name?

Gordon Hunter.

British, known to fellow mercenaries as the Huntsman.

Betrayed, beaten, but unbowed in an African jail

after a failed attempt to overthrow the government

and take control of the diamond trade.

That's Kallis.

Doesn't look like much, does he?

He isn't much.

Who was that girl at the housing office?

Someone I used to know.

You used to like her?

We was gonna get married.

Oh.

She doesn't know anything about...

I found the true path in prison.

Then I took the decision to break it off with her.

That must've been hard.

She's a pretty girl--

The path of righteousness--

Yeah, look--

The Quran teaches--

You don't have to prove yourself to me.

I'm not Hanif and I'm not Samir either.

I don't look down on you 'cause you're from a different,

you know, background.

Samir said that?

Whatever.

He looks down on me?

Doesn't matter, does it?

And what I'm saying is it's...

We're too tightly wound up.

It's not good for the mission.

We jump every time there's a siren outside.

If I was to see her again...

We're soldiers.

Soldiers have needs.

If it helps the mission to satisfy those needs,

then it's not wrong.

When this is over, I'm really hoping that--

Let's not worry about that yet.

But if we can make Michael realize

he's being brainwashed...

What would you like to happen?

I wanted us to live somewhere different.

A little house.

Would you like a prairie to go with that?

You know what?

If you'd have grown up where me and Michael did,

you wouldn't say no to a prairie.

Though I think I'd prefer an island.

Call Michael.

Take him somewhere you can be alone.

Hello?

Look at that.

That's what this society is all about.

Disgusting.

Cut his hands off.

Stone him to death.

You take the piss, Leigh, but this society's rubbish.

Look at all the injustice.

The only things people care about are commodities,

which end up with us desecrating other countries,

trampling over their people.

Check you out, the way you talk now.

You shouldn't laugh at me.

No.

It's wrong to laugh.

I like it.

Sounds like you care about something

more than just yourself.

But why do you always have to be judging people?

People aren't always perfect.

You can try, though.

Not so much it dries you up inside.

Can't we go somewhere else?

What about your house?

Mm.

My mum and sister will be there.

How about your flat?

She can't go there.

It'll tell us how much Michael wants this

if he compromises his own security.

Yeah, but it could compromise our security as well

and certainly hers if they find out she's been there.

No, Adam wouldn't go for it.

Adam's not here.

She's being resourceful.

Let's run with it.

Not very homely is it?

That's what happens when men live together.

It's freezing as well.

The heating's packed up.

You always hated the cold.

Yeah.

Show me your room, then.

Has it at least got a duvet?

Paris.

New York.

Paris.

Where's your spirit of Atlanticism?

Where's your spirit of romance?

I often dream about a big trip.

The grand tour.

All the great capitals of Europe.

Paris, Madrid, Rome, Berlin.

Visiting the museums,

walking in the streets,

sitting in cafes.

Do some people watching without

a backup team and a surveillance van.

That would be something.

Of course, it's not a trip to do alone.

Did you have a particular companion in mind?

Well, it would have to be somebody, uh,

whose conversation you enjoyed,

yet who understood the need sometimes for quiet.

Somebody with a gentle sense of humor.

Principled, but not foolish

or naive.

Good qualities.

You don't often find them in one person.

White burgundy.

Thermobaric bombs.

Quite a species, aren't we?

Mr. Kallis?

Sam Hunter.

This is my assistant, Jill Turner.

So you're Gordon Hunter's brother?

There's no danger of this room being bugged, is there?

I have every hotel room I use swept for listening devices.

So you think you can succeed where he failed?

Well, I don't intend to leave without trying.

And how many men do you have?

I'm not going into specifics,

but obviously we're at a numerical disadvantage.

Mm.

And how do you think I can help you?

Don't mess me about here.

My backers tell me you can get hold of a thermobaric bomb.

With that we can take out the barracks of the National Guard

and be home and dry.

And there'll be big rewards for prominent citizens

of the new country.

Whatever you've been offered,

we'll raise it by 10%.

That's a good offer.

What did you say your name was?

Jill.

Well, Jill, I have some tickets for a West End show,

but my friend has had to drop out at the last minute.

Would you like to come instead?

Well!

You're a dark horse.

Sorry?

No, no, no, I mean best of luck to you.

I think it's wonderful.

I suppose it was staring us in the face all along.

Sorry, Malcolm, I've got no idea

what you're talking about.

You and Harry.

What?

It's pretty impossible to keep a secret in this place.

Candlelit dinners for two, eh?

No, no, no, we--

No, no, good for you.

I think you'd make a smashing couple.

Malcolm, it was nothing.

It was to do with work.

Please don't say anything.

Who else knows?

You did really well.

What's gonna happen to Michael?

What do you mean?

You hear all this stuff about secret prisons

and torture now.

How do I know you're not gonna do that to him?

I could be helping you to set him up.

You could take him away and then I might never--

No, we wouldn't do that,

because he's going to be working for us.

How?

Helping us to stop attacks that kill innocent civilians.

He'll be in a much better place than he is now.

But I thought...

Best if you avoid the flat for now.

It's much too risky at the moment.

Least 'til we've got him where we want him.

Would you like a drink?

Erm, sure.

Where?

How about the bar of my hotel?

Somewhere a bit nearer, maybe.

Well, you know, it's only five minutes' walk.

Okay.

She's doing well, isn't she?

Yeah, she's fine.

We were right about the hotel.

Okay, visuals are on in the lobby and the hotel room.

Now watch closely, Adam,

this is the one time you get to see a man being unselfish

with the wine and pretending to be interested

in a woman's opinion.

Did you enjoy the show?

More than I thought I would.

I'm not usually a big fan of musicals.

I love 'em.

Another impressive addition to his CV.

What, you not a fan?

Old queens, serial killers, and the Japanese.

What about them?

Like musicals.

Evening, sir.

Messages for Kallis?

Yes.

I, er,

I'm going to ask for some drinks

to be brought up to my room, if you don't mind.

I don't think so.

I don't bite, you know.

You know this is strictly business.

I've enjoyed tonight, but--

Either we discuss your boss's request right now

or that's it, I'm afraid.

Well, that was predictable.

Okay, Foxtrot-1 and 2 be ready to go into Kallis's room

and give her a get-out option on my command.

Copy that.

I have other buyers interested in the device

your boss wants, you know.

We'll outbid them all.

They've arrived in the room.

Where the hell are they?

Get the room checked out, something's not right.

We must have a visual.

I'll need a down payment.

£50,000.

That can easily be arranged.

I'll need the account details for the transfer.

Right.

Well, tell your boss I'll be in touch

to discuss a final price.

Great.

But you, er,

you haven't touched your drink.

It's fine.

I have to go now.

Stay.

Finish your drink.

No, I don't think so.

Alpha-1, we can't find her.

A woman saying no to me,

that's when the problems usually start.

God!

She's got to be in here somewhere.

Adam...

Adam?

Who's Adam?

The drinks.

What?

Kallis ordered room service.

Which room did the drinks go to?

Who's Adam, you little bitch?

This is what happens!

This is what always happens when you provoke me!

Put her down, Mr. Kallis.

You put her down very gently.

We're officers of the Security Service.

Step off.

Step off or I'll break the little whore's neck!

I have you on tape discussing the overthrow

of an African government.

We could have you on a flight straight back to that country.

How comfortable would your stay there be?

You okay, Jo?

Ros?

She's okay.

Fancy your chances?

Hm.

Why did you swap rooms?

Last time I had some slut in there, somebody complained

and hotel management decided to get involved.

You should have accepted our offer.

Now you'll have to give us the bomb.

You're too late, sonny.

The type of bomb that you were looking for

has already been purchased by some Saudis

who attended one of my hunts in Africa.

I was involved, but only as a middleman.

Who the Saudis sell the bomb onto

is anybody's guess and none of my business.

Why do you think a pair of Saudi businessmen

would be buying a thermobaric bomb?

Like I said.

None of my business.

But if I hadn't done it,

somebody else would have done so.

An argument from the moral cesspit.

But that's where we live right now, isn't it?

What do you mean we have to let him go?

Six want him back in Africa, working for them.

Six!

Six are partly responsible for this mess!

Why didn't they know what was happening in Sofia?

I don't know.

But Africa is a key battleground

and Kallis can help us now.

You can't let this happen.

It's out of my hands.

I don't like it any more than you do.

But right now what I don't like even more

is that we've lost the bomb.

We still know where it's going, though.

It all comes down to Zaf now.

We have an hour and a half to prepare ourselves.

We should pray together.

Okay, we've had Zaf's report in.

A van will be delivered to the flat soon.

From there, they'll be directed to the location

where it'll be left to detonate.

Not a suicide mission, then?

No, once the van's been dropped off,

they'll have half an hour to get out of range.

So there's still no need to detain anybody.

Exactly.

We get the bomb and carry on with Waterfall.

And we can watch all their exit strategies

when the bomb fails to go off.

As far as they'll know,

they've been sold dodgy goods by Kallis.

Well, let's hope they take appropriate revenge.

You're going to have to let me go, you know.

I know that.

Could I get some coffee?

'Course you can.

I brought you this.

Careful.

It's very...

Hot.

Still, I don't need to explain to you

the erotic possibilities of extreme pain.

Who's that?

I'll go check.

Yeah?

Erm, I've come to see Michael.

Michael?

In there.

This girl says she knows you, Michael.

What's that?

I thought...

For the cold in your room.

You've been here before?

In his room?

I was scared for you.

I wanted to make sure you were okay.

Why should you be scared for him?

What have you told her?

Nothing.

She doesn't know anything.

She's all right, let her go, man.

Michael, they know about you.

They've been watching you the whole time.

They wanted me to get close to you.

Whatever it is you're gonna do, don't do it.

I love you.

Come away with me.

Enough!

That's enough!

Leigh, you're all right.

How do you know her name?

You're gonna be okay.

You're a spy.

They've set you up.

You used her?

It was all an act?

Michael, we need to get her medical attention--

Let her bleed!

And you're next, traitor.

Michael.

Michael, this is bullshit.

Think, Michael.

The Quran commands the--

Every school of Islamic law forbids the harming

of noncombatants, especially women and children!

Cold...

Michael, she's gonna die unless we help her.

I'm gonna tell Hanif.

Oh, stupid bitch.

No!

She's so pale.

Look how pale she is.

She's dead, Michael.

No.

No...

Get to work.

What's going on?

We have to clean up.

Is he still alive?

He's alive.

Get him out of here quickly, then.

Michael, we have to act normal when Hanif arrives.

Clean up?

Act normal?

We have to carry on with this operation.

If we don't, then thousands more like Leigh could die.

What's that?

Heroin.

Get him back on his feet.

If you can't hold it together, we're finished.

Michael, Michael, listen to me.

Michael, you have to help us.

Only if you do that will you be able

to make sense of what happened here.

Charlie-1, they're arriving.

Where's Samir?

He fled.

What?

He lost his courage.

Said he was going for a walk, but he hasn't returned.

Afterwards, we searched his room.

We found this.

He used to disappear sometimes.

Now we know he was buying heroin.

Maybe he developed a habit on one of his trips to Pakistan.

Get ready.

Give me your wallets, any identifying papers,

and your mobile phones.

It's me.

We're going now.

Follow my instructions until you get to the destination.

He's made a call to his contact.

Good.

First big mistake.

Get intercepts on that phone

and patch every conversation through to Ruth.

Copy that.

How did the girl know where Michael lived?

Must have told her.

You didn't allow her to go there when she was

under your surveillance? - I specifically instructed

her not to go there. - When?

When she suggested it.

Antelope's leaving the property along with Michael.

They're getting into the van.

We've got a tracking device on it.

Okay, monitor all calls from that flat.

I'm going after the van.

Turn right.

What are we doing?

We're gonna leave the van where instructed.

Then we'll meet Ibrahim at the rendezvous.

We'll be devastated when the bomb doesn't go off

and then we'll follow any instructions we're given.

I don't understand.

We're at war with these people.

But to win that war, we need intelligence.

We need to know where they are,

what they're thinking,

how they cope with setbacks.

Everything that's happened and Ibrahim won't know a thing?

He won't, but we will.

But who's right?

What do you mean?

I thought it made sense.

I thought I found some answers in prison, but

it's more of a mess now.

Straight ahead at the lights.

It...

We're heading towards the city.

Okay, bye.

Ruth.

We've picked up a phone call from Ibrahim's superior.

They didn't tell them the truth.

It is a suicide mission,

only Zaf and Michael don't know it.

What?

They have somebody on the ground who will detonate the van

as it arrives.

Ibrahim said that Samir's defection justified their decision

not to give the soldiers any more information.

Justified?

Where are they now?

Entering the city.

Call Adam.

The van will be with you in about three minutes.

Are you in position?

We'll get Zaf to stop the van.

We tried that.

There's no response from his mobile.

Put armed units on standby

and get Lima team to stop the van.

No, they're further away than you.

Can't you stop the van?

Look, we're in slow moving traffic.

We'll never catch them.

Do something, Adam.

Stop the car.

Target turning left into Farringdon Road.

Adam, how close are you?

Close.

The van's nearly in range.

Prepare to detonate.

Oh, my...

We've just picked up an infrared signal from the bridge.

The van is nearly in range.

How long?

Depending on the traffic lights,

between 45 seconds and a minute.

Adam, I've just spoken to Special Branch.

They have armed police en route

with orders to stop that van by any means necessary.

Meaning?

Meaning they'll shoot Zaf

to prevent the van entering the city.

No!

Tell them to hold off!

I'm gonna get there.

Another signal.

The van is only just out of range.

Got 'em!

Get out of here.

Where to?

Go to the Grove Park Mosque

and speak to the Imam there.

Go on, go! - What's going on?

There's a human detonator in the area.

I'll get the van out of here.

No time.

Give me a report on the armed units.

Armed police are moving to intercept.

We're following a suspect.

We think it's him.

Awaiting orders, Alpha-1.

Adam, the remote detonator is on the move towards you.

The armed units are right behind him.

I can take the shot.

Standby.

Suspect in range, Alpha-1.

We can take the shot now.

Wait, you can't see who it is.

You have to make a decision on this, Alpha-1.

It's now or never.

How do you know it's him?

Adam, they can't absolutely confirm his identity.

But you must make this call.

Adam, make the call.

Take the shot.

We've had a report from the Imam at the Grove Park Mosque.

Michael's made contact and given us the address

of the safe houses.

Excellent.

We have a story for Zaf?

Killed himself rather than being taken by the police.

He'll be the latest pinup boy.

If anyone from inside the attack cell was an informer,

it was Samir.

And do you think we can still use Michael?

The Imam's going to speak to him again.

We'll have to see after that.

Operational Waterfall is still in place, though?

It has to be.

It's the only way we have a hope against this lot.

Whoever owns it and whatever name it's given.

Quite.

Well done.

Both of you.

Er, the Americans want to talk to you about the bomb.

They're not getting it back.

Grosvenor Square's on a secure line.

Ruth.

Have you thought any more about--

I can't.

Can't what?

Have dinner again.

People know.

They're laughing about it.

Laughing?

What?

Why would they laugh?

I don't know.

But it undermines you and that's not acceptable.

I sit in meetings listening to briefings

that would chill the blood of any ordinary citizen.

So whilst of course, deeply hurtful,

somebody laughing at me

is not going to give me sleepless nights.

We can't, Harry.

I can't be talked about like that.

I just...

I can't stand it.

Sorry.

Listen, we need to keep quiet

about the girl going to the flat before.

It was a bad call.

It didn't dramatically affect the operation.

Had quite an effect on Leigh Bennett, though.

Nevertheless, there's no point in drawing attention to it.

You do owe me one, Jo.

All right.

If he doesn't ask me directly, I won't say anything.

But I won't lie.

Then you won't rise very high in your chosen career.

That's not my main priority.

Don't you have any remorse about the girl?

You terrified her and then deceived her into thinking

she had a future with Michael.

For a higher purpose.

But if I wanted a job where everybody loved me,

I'd have become a vet.