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Any sign of him Danny?

No.

How long since the wire went down?

Ah, 15 minutes.

What's this boy doing here?

I am upbraiding him.

His studies are poor.

Boy, is that true?

Yes.

Learning should be a
delight, not a punishment.

What do you think, Danny?

I think they're onto him.

Is this standard issue
from MI5 for their creatures?

Please, they made me do it!

I didn't want to do--

Spy for the West and
you are spying for Satan.

That is what you did, my son.

No.

You embraced him with all your wretched,

corrupt, withered soul.

And what is the name of the intelligence

officer you report to?

Please, please.

I didn't want, no!

No!

No.

Take it off.

No backup?

We can't have Special
Forces barging into a mosque.

Says who?

We have got to get him out of there.

Stop it!

No!

Please.

They could be doing
anything to him in there.

All right, Danny, you and me.

Great.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna walk up to the front door

and say can we have
our friend back please.

His wire's back on.

Johnny?

Please!

Johnny?

Oh please!

Shit.

Where is Johnny now?

I've sent him to 5's clinic in Truro.

He was tortured?

Falaka, beating his feet.

Broke almost every bone.

Our intelligence suggests

this mosque has been
taken over by extremists.

We need to find out if
there is a threat here.

Yet the only agent we're able
to drum up is a callow youth.

Were you able to talk to him?

No, he was too far gone.

They put the fear of God into him.

Yes, thank you, Danny.

Meeting room, half an hour.

Her name is Vicky Westbrook.

What?

The doc who patched me up
who's got the hots for you.

Did I notice her?

She noticed you.

Danny.

You don't mind me saying
this, do you, after Ellie,

but you have got to ride
the bicycle again, Tom.

I do mind you saying it.

Yeah.

Tom, meeting.

We've just received
this from Christine Dale.

Why is CIA London station
suddenly sharing with us?

Christine Dale is a
very nice young woman.

I doubt that's the reason.

Americans always want you to do something.

Oh, you're in here.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

Everyone, this is Ruth
Evershed, joining us from GCHQ.

She's going to be handling intelligence

analysis in this department.

Sorely needed.

Tom Quinn.

You didn't know I was coming?

Well, ah--

Introductions later.

Ruth, I want you up to speed on this.

Oh, am I late?

Well, you're our intelligence
expert, you ought to know!

Right, we are briefing Ruth
and reviewing the situation.

Ruth, we are struggling
with Islamic extremism.

Problems in three London mosques

have been resolved thanks
to their own communities.

But our greatest concern
is a mullah in a community

mosque in Birmingham, his
name is Mohammed Rachid.

He came from Afghanistan,
when we saw that country

as a friendly place
wrecked by Soviet Russia.

How one forgets.

Our government gave him an extended Visa

and then permanent leave to remain.

There was a shortage of religious leaders

and the government was anxious to help.

Must have done well but
Mohammed Rachid has,

over the years, become, well.

Zoe?

Here's an excerpt
from one of his sermons.

And when a plane turns
above a city in the West,

what passenger will
not think of the flight

of the martyrs into the Twin Towers?

It is a blessing that there are young

among us who stand ready for martyrdom.

Satan may lash out at
them but they are ready

for the bliss of their reward in paradise.

CIA station London, have just told us

they found documents
in Kabul naming Rachid

as an Afghani intelligence officer

who has strong links with the Al Qaeda.

We let a wolf into the fold.

The mosque is bitterly
divided between the supporters

of Rachid and the followers of this man.

Fazul Azzam, the original
founder of the mosque.

Mr. Azzam came to
Birmingham in the early '60s

but while Rachid may
be something of a thug,

Fazul Azzam has so far stop

any official compliant from being laid.

Increasingly, Rachid and his group appear

to have the run of the mosque.

Every religion has it's crooked priests.

Our question is, is this one
a threat to national security?

Why don't we close the place down?

Home Office directive,

community sensitive policy parameters.

In real speak, they don't want a riot.

Bugger the Home Office.

If only.

If we are to bring this man to justice,

we need evidence that will
stand up in a court of law.

All of you, find me another agent.

I want to speak to Special Branch.

Could you please leave sir?

I'm not in this country
to tolerate fools!

Come on, sir.

I am an agent from North Africa.

Armed police, stand still!

I can be of great use to your country.

So he's not said anything at all?

Is that surprising,
after what you did to him?

I'm sorry, what did you say?

The Truro clinic's for victims

of torture, mainly refugees.

Some of us resent the debris from

your world being brought in here.

It's your world too, sadly.

It's my job to make it safer.

Yes, I have signed the
Official Secrets Act.

He's in here.

It's all right, Johnny.

You did all right.

I'm so sorry.

Safe, you said I would be safe.

I really am sorry.

We'll look after you now.

You see, we don't get
medals for what we do.

All we get is respect.

And respect, you have, Johnny, big time.

There are men twice your age

who couldn't have gone through
what you've gone through.

You're one of us now.

That's what they said.

Sorry?

You're one of us now.

That's what they said.

They?

Who are they?

The, the, the nest.

Who are they?

The nest of angels, man!

They want to turn me into a bomb, man!

Bomb?

They want kids to be bombs, yeah.

They want me to be the one!

But then they found out
I was one of you lot.

Suicide bombers?

Well, that's what they talk about.

How serious are they, Johnny?

Have they got explosives?

Have they got detonators, Johnny?

Get out of here.

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, listen to me,

where do they want the
bombers to kill themselves,

Johnny, where?

Where?

The center--

Center?

Center--

Center where?

Center!

Help me here!

Nest of angels.

Yes.

Extraordinary phrase.

I've heard it before.

It's what Hamas call their
school for suicide bombers.

Suicide bomber attacks
in the heart of England.

Any chance the boy can tell us more?

Not now.

He'll never speak again, he
suffered a brain hemorrhage.

They told me it happens with victims

of that particular torture, blood clots.

Harry, we have got to
find out if this is true.

Let me go and rattle Rachid's
cage as hard as I can.

Be careful.

Don't talk to him.

Forgive me for keeping you, mister?

Anderson.

Anderson, Mr. Anderson, welcome.

This is my lawyer, Mr. Hussein.

You're from the Home
Office Immigration Service,

Mr. Anderson?

Yeah.

Do you have identification?

Thank you.

I'll just make a note of this.

Do.

What can Mr. Rachid do
for you, Mr. Anderson?

You have applied for citizenship.

I have to tell you your
application will fail.

Mr. Rachid was granted permanent leave

to remain in the UK eight years ago.

After seven years, he's
entitled to full citizenship.

Unless there is an impediment.

There is none.

Oh, yes, there is.

Criminal activity.

To be particular, kidnapping.

That is a very serious
accusation, Mr. Anderson.

Whom, allegedly, did Mr. Rachid kidnap?

A young man.

Javaid Patel.

He's known as Johnny.

He was a spy.

And you are a spy.

Don't MI5 and the immigration services

readily exchange personnel?

We're gonna clear this mosque of nests.

You think we have mice?

We could get the health
authorities to put traps down.

But mice are sweet, innocent creatures.

You can put them on wheels and
make them go round and round.

Is that what you're doing to
young men in your community?

We are going to throw
you out of this country.

MI5, what a sad apology
for an intelligence service.

Secret policemen in other
countries can arrest,

beat, electric shock, even
kill, but what can you do?

A smear in the press?

A meaningless threat?

Oh, the world I come from must

seem utterly uncontrollable to you.

And very dangerous.

Just a phrase from a brain-damaged boy.

Nest of angels.

This happened yesterday.

A tramp off the street it seemed making

trouble at New Scotland Yard.

And I've just twigged.

Twigged what?

At GCHQ, just before I left,

we picked up a signal about an Algerian.

Now, I've hacked into the aliens database

of the Secrétariat Général
de la Défense Nationale--

You hacked into the
French Security Service?

They do it to us, we do it to them.

This is the tramp the plods
threw out onto the street.

Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun.

Poor man.

What a terrible story.

Yes?

He was a university
lecturer, left wing-ish.

He was arrested by the
Algerian secret service

and given a choice, death
or the dangerous task

of penetrating an extreme
terror group, the GAJ.

This he did, with success.

But in the end, they blew his cover.

A car bomb meant for
him, killed his family.

Nasty.

He's from a nasty world.

But he's a crack agent, who didn't want

to talk to the French,
he wanted to talk to us.

And Special Branch
nearly chucked him out.

If you with the eyes have any authority,

make these fools understand,

I can be of great use to your country.

Release him.

Tell him to ring this number.

But he's an illegal, and a nutter.

We don't know what he is.

Bloody spooks.

♪ Peter Pan's a queer boy, a queer boy ♪

He's wearing a skirt.

♪ Peter Pan, Peter Pan,
he's not a man, queer boy ♪

Mr. Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun?

Mr. John Steadman, Home Office?

They don't know who Peter Pan is, do they?

Why should they?

Peter Pan?

He's a part of English heritage.

What?

A story about a boy who
didn't want to grow up?

No, a story about being
safe in an eternal garden

where you can play in
tree houses all day long.

Is that how you see this country?

How do you see mine?

Dusky maidens in desert tents,

offering dates on gold plates?

You have something to offer us.

No, you have something to offer me.

What?

A passport.

We can't just dole out
British passports like sweets.

Why not?

Why have an immigration policy at all?

Why not let anyone in the
world live where they want?

Shall we return to reality?

Certainly.

There is a terrorist
organization in my country

called the GAJ, the
Group for Algerian Jihad,

which finances extremists in Britain.

Yeah, we know about the GAJ.

Is that it?

Is that all you're offering?

There is a gentleman
in a mosque in Birmingham

who has links with the GAJ.

His name is Mohammed Rachid.

Hell's bells.

Wait here.

Someone else will come and talk to you.

We are prepared to offer
you a British passport.

As much as is within our power.

You know if you agree to
become an agent run by us,

there'll be no going back.

Please.

You'll have to agree to a debriefing.

Bring on your lions.

Right.

Tom, a double espresso.

Harry, a latte.

Cinnamon not chocolate.

I hope that's all right.

With the sandwiches,

I went for cream cheese
with chives all round.

Good for the soul to be
tea boy now and then.

Shh.

Let's go through this one more time.

So, after your family died,
you decided to leave Algeria.

How did you do that?

My life savings.

Meaning?

I bribed my way onto a boat.

And the Algerian secret
services let you go?

Of course not.

So how did you
escape your masters?

I disguised myself as a camel.

Mr. Khaldun--

You're worried that
I'm still work for them.

Well, wouldn't you be, in our position?

When the extremists killed
my wife and my daughters.

Anyway, I decided to leave

the nightmare my country had become.

I got to France.

I sent back fake reports that

I had infiltrated a GAJ cell in Paris.

My last report was that my cover

was blown and they were after me.

Then I disappeared to
be reborn in England.

So, as far as the Algerian

secret services are concerned.

I am dead.

What do you think?

There is a terrible possibility

that we are being penetrated
by a highly dangerous

double agent, working undercover

for God knows whom, the
Algerian secret service?

The militant wing of the
Pakistani intelligence service?

Even an Al Qaeda offshoot?

Could be a disaster for us.

Or he's simply is telling the truth.

Offering his services to a country

with which he has fallen in love.

That's what we want to believe.

Then we will.

So, now do I sing for my supper?

The Parkmount Mosque in Birmingham.

We want you to go in undercover

and infiltrate Mohammed Rachid's group.

But I told you, Rachid is
financed by Algerian extremists.

They killed my family.

I'm sorry, it's a
difficult thing to ask.

Why me, a stranger from abroad?

We don't have the personnel
of the right culture.

You mean color.

Yeah.

What is concerning us is that

they are preparing suicide bombers.

In Birmingham?

Oh, yes.

Welcome, England, to the world at large.

We need to know everything
they're doing, fast.

You may have to take risks.

My family is dead.

So now I will help you.

I want to speak to the office

of the vice-chancellor of the university.

Mr. Mulholland?

Hello, I understand
that you are contractors

for refuse collection at the University

of West Midlands Campus.

Yes.

We have an employee that
we wish you to hire.

It doesn't matter who we are.

I've got your VAT returns in front of me

and I'm afraid that there's a problem.

Why do you want to
stay at the university?

I'll want to come and go at the campus.

It's as good a place as
any to be undercover.

If you want to hide,
hide amongst the young.

Vicky.

And what are you here for?

Erm, I don't know.

Are you sick?

Well, if you don't want
medicine, do you want dinner?

I'm sorry, this is wrong.

Five minutes.

Wait for me out in the front.

I've been looking for you.

Have you?

Were you looking for me, too?

No, um.

Yeah.

Are you alone?

Well, I don't usually drink on my own.

Usually.

No, a road to ruin.

Yeah.

Well, let's do it.

What?

Have a drink.

Oh, yeah!

Yeah, please.

Tom Quinn.

It's my real name.

Really?

Do you usually give a false name

to doctors who dine out and bed with you?

Sometimes.

There's something weird about you.

What is it?

Well, Tom Quinn.

Me CIA, you MI5.

I think the point of these
meetings is that we liaise.

Informally.

Oh, informally.

Yeah.

So, Christine Dale, London Station,

Grosvenor Square, have
the CIA anything for us?

There is one issue.

We've heard you've acquired a hot asset.

It's Algerian.

Really?

We want you to share
Muhammad Ibhn Khaldun.

The name means nothing.

No?

The French told us they were tracking him,

he disappeared, they're
sure he came to England.

No.

This will go all the
way to Washington, Tom.

Islamic agents that can
be trusted are gold dust.

Can't help you.

We haven't heard of a Khaldun.

You mean you don't want us to share him.

Look, Tom, we helped you out

with info on the mullah in Birmingham.

Oh, yes, Rachid.

Yeah, many thanks.

So?

Please?

Want some more coffee or anything?

Look, um, we could go for
another coffee out of here.

I don't think so.

Shit.

Shit.

The CIA know we've got Khaldun.

We have this from?

Christine Dale.

Ah, fruitful liaison.

Not very.

Well, no way are the Yanks
going to steal Khaldun from us.

Everything in place in Birmingham?

We go operational tomorrow morning.

Be aware, be very aware.

Think of this, as a martyr's shroud.

Dressed in this, he enters heaven.

Why not hold it?

Don't worry, it's not armed.

Not now.

How's he doing?

Making friends.

So what are you saying?

It is a religious
community of poor people.

I could be anywhere in the world.

Have you seen Azzam and Rachid?

Oh, yes.

If Fazul Azzam is opposed
to Rachid's operation,

he's not showing it anymore.

You think it's genuine?

How can we tell?

Have you talked to them?

I'm waiting to be asked.

Well, take care.

They tortured the only other agent

we managed to get in there.

Don't worry, I know
their minds all too well.

I have a present for you,
from the university bookshop.

I was pleased to see it on sale, actually.

Don't hang around the students.

It's strange,

in this country, where for so
long I have dreamed of being,

I think more and more of the Book.

Aminah is studying
mathematics for A levels.

Indeed.

I support the advancement of women.

God favors it.

Some think not.

They are sadly mistaken.

I try to tell the young
of when, by God's will,

Islam was the most advanced
civilization in the world.

How Greek mathematics and
the works of Aristotle were

first translated in Italy in
the 12th century, from Arabic.

The school of Salerno in Sicily.

You are an educated man.

In the sight of God,
we are all ignorant.

Indeed.

Thank you, Aminah.

Yes, thank you.

Why did it fade?

This glorious Islam.

Why did we lose the moment when East

and West were coming together?

The school of Salerno was
closed by the Catholic Church.

Yes, we blame the
West throughout history.

With good reason.

Are you one of them?

You say you are from Morocco,
I think you are Algerian.

Yes, I am.

You are one of them.

They sent you, those vipers,
those extremists from abroad.

I have to appeal to your
generosity Fazul Azzam,

I am an immigrant--

Go and talk to your own kind.

God tolerates enough of you in the mosque!

For His purpose, whatever it may be.

Aminah.

Aminah!

Our guest is leaving.

Tell Mullah Rachid I
come to help the angels.

Remember, help the angels.

Azzam is a sick man and
the girl was very tense.

Something is going to come to a head.

Will the girl help you get to Rachid?

She already has.

I've been asked to see him tonight.

So it's on?

Have you got the money?

You'll have to sign for this please.

Ah, money from the British treasury.

Like blood from a stone?

And what is that?

Transmitter.

It sends a scrambled signal via satellite.

We can record you and anyone

in a range of 10 feet around you.

And this?

Camera.

Activate.

It's digital.

The shots can be sent to us

via a secure internet
link with ultra-light.

One layer of real chocs.

Beneath, a single purpose
device with a net browser.

This ridiculous James
Bondery, do we need it?

We have to gather
evidence against Rachid.

If he's guilty, kill him.

I see.

Do we have a clash of cultures here?

Use them at your own discretion.

My discretion.

Good.

We did not expect to be honored
by a brother from Algeria.

I thank you for your
hospitality, Mohammed Rachid.

You came through the tunnel.

Yes.

How did you get work in the university?

My job was arranged for me

by the British intelligence services.

Indeed.

My instructions by our brothers

were to infiltrate British security.

It was, praise to God,
disarmingly easy to do so.

You are either a very
brave man or a fool.

In the holy cause we
serve, aren't all both?

Ibhn Khaldun, I want to believe you

but you will have to prove yourself to me.

Then let me do so, Inshallah.

I bring greetings from
our beloved Abu Innan,

founder of the GAJ,
working for the creation

of an Algerian Islamic republic.

Abu Innan is dead.

You and I know that
he is alive and well.

Forgive me, I will say
where but for your ear only.

Khanu.

Did he give you something to say to me?

The fruit of the Zaqqum tree
shall be the sinner's food.

Here are funds from
your Algerian brothers.

Praise be to God, the most
compassionate, the merciful!

Praise be to God!

No show.

Khaldun has now missed the
last three meets with me.

The hostel he's staying
at hasn't seen him.

No calls?

No messages at all?

Nope.

So we're blind.

Well, they could be
arming a kid to blow up

the heart center of Birmingham right now.

Quite.

I'm coming out in hives on this one.

What if Khaldun's not what he says he is?

What do you mean?

What if he's been an
extremist all along?

What if he's been very clever

and he's a bomb master come
to coordinate the attack?

If you think that,

we've got to send Special Forces in now.

Well, the trouble is I don't know.

I just can't read him.

Well, Danny's right, we can't wait.

I'm going to give him 24 hours.

Don't turn on the light.

I got away from them for a few hours.

A lavatory window.

They think I'm sleeping.

Why did you--

Miss all my appointments with you?

They watch me all the time.

Everyone else is watching
everyone else in there.

In where?

The martyrs' group.

They're going to do it, Tom.

A suicide bombing.

In the heart of the city.

Tomorrow.

And they really are
capable of doing that?

Oh, yes.

Rachid holds a religious
discussion group every evening

and every time, the same people are there.

And in the center sit six young men.

The evening starts easily enough

but things always end the same way.

What is it, to wear 150
pound American trainer shoes?

To put on jackets with a
label from Milan in Italy?

What is it to drink
alcopops, to go clubbing

and end up fumbling a
slut of an English girl

on a canal path in the dawn,
your mind wrecked with pills?

It is nothing but ash in the mouth,

the taste of the death of the soul.

For the West sells you the illusion

of an earthly paradise, it has to.

This is how the American
Jews on Wall Street

make their money.

But despite all the pressures

of the West's gaudy
promises in your schools,

on the television, in the cinema,

the way your British friends behave,

you have kept yourselves pure.

You have become the West's worst fear,

young people they cannot
sell to, they cannot touch!

For you know the way to true paradise,

through a martyr's death.

Death to America and her allies!

Death to the unbelievers!

Death to the West!

It was after the
meeting that he told me.

What do you think of our youth?

I think they are
God-fearing, fine young men.

They live a difficult
life in this country,

surrounded by the sorcery of America.

May God relieve them of their burdens

and of the shackles that weight upon them.

Oh, He will.

We shall put you to the proof

and until we know the valiant

and the resolute among you

and test all that is said about you.

You want me to do this?

Would you?

With God's help.

You are too valuable.

It is a sad thing to say but

the best martyrs are dispensable.

We have chosen the boy.

And he told me.

The boy's name is Abu Hassan.

He's 16 years old.

And what is your role?

I am to tell him the
target and to take him there.

And what is the target?

I won't be told
until the last moment.

And why do they trust you to do this?

It's a test, of me as much as the boy.

And it's an old trick.

Get the stranger to do the filthy thing.

And if things go wrong, he can be blamed.

All right, I'm pulling you
out of this operation now.

No, please, don't do that.

I'm thinking of the boy.

I can't allow you to
be put in such high risk.

But the boy, if he gets arrested,

think what will happen to him.

He won't be dead, along with
who knows how many others.

I want to talk to him, to persuade him

to give himself up, to save himself,

to save the decent
worshipers at the mosque

from the shadow of this terrible thing.

Will they let you be alone with him?

Only at the end.

The end?

The last half-hour,

when I have to take him
to the chosen place.

No way.

I cannot sanction that.

No.

I understand.

We'll have to go in mob-handed.

Harry will block that, you know he will.

Well, we'll need a cover story
so we can go there legally.

No one leaves this room,
no one makes a phone call.

Ah, the gentleman from Immigration.

Mohammed Rachid, I am arresting you

under the Charity Commission Act of 1967.

You're under suspicion
of keeping false records.

Charity Commission?

See?

There are other ways
of making people dead.

We have a warrant to search
for hidden account books.

I wish to speak to my lawyer.

Where is the boy martyr?

Where is Ibhn Khaldun?

I'll speak to him alone.

What corrodes the minds
of the young, Mr. Anderson?

How can they think this
is a path to paradise?

Mr. Azzam, we have no time.

Do you know where they're keeping the boy?

No.

No, I don't.

Pull her in.

Pull her in!

Get off me, pig!

Pig!

Where are they keeping
the boy from mosque, girl.

You have to tell me.

You have to--

Please leave us for
a moment, Mr. Anderson.

Yes, of course.

No, wait.

Mr. Anderson, Warfield Street.

In this your first battle,
God is in every move you make.

God is great!

Death to America and her allies!

Come, martyr of God!

Stand still.

You don't understand.

They are the real enemies of Islam.

So hold still while I take
away this terrible thing.

The boy is armed!

Stand back!

He's armed!

Abu!

Abu.

Abu!

Abu, that's enough.

Everybody stay where they are.

That means you, too!

Tom!

Khaldun, Khaldun, we
have procedures for this.

Abu, why do you want to do this?

To die in the face of oppression.

Why?

Why do that?

For freedom.

Aren't you free now?

There's no freedom
outside the House of Islam.

The House of Islam will never

be built in this country
with violence, Abu!

I'm a martyr.

I'm going to paradise.

It's a pointless death.

Do not interfere with a
man who is going to paradise!

This shirt, it's Villa?

What?

The shirt you're
wearing, it's Aston Villa.

In my country, some
people say that football

goes against the teaching
of the holy Koran.

What do you think?

I.

Football is one of the
better things in life.

Don't leave the human race, Abu.

The Prophet himself, peace be upon him,

had to struggle with
demons and angels, Abu.

There is no shame.

But the mullah said as a martyr,

on doomsday I can intercede
for 72 loved ones.

The mullah is wrong.

You know it.

Just listen to yourself,
listen to your heart.

I do!

I'm gonna send an unbeliever
to hell then I'll see paradise!

The only paradise we will

see is the paradise we
make here on Earth, Abu.

You know it.

You do.

He's gonna go, Khaldun!

I misread Khaldun.

I don't know if he was naive
or a double agent or what.

Actually, he was a hero.

And you got him killed.

I'm sorry?

A cast-iron asset, a
man who could have been

a great agent for us and for
you, you got him terminated.

And that is the CIA line?

My superiors are so
angry with you people,

they're in meltdown.

Well, sod your superiors.

Are you in meltdown too?

You bet.

You nearly got yourself killed.