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You sure?

I saw him die, Adam.

It should have been me.

It shouldn't have been anybody.

I can't look at the coffin, not after...

It's fine.

I should go in.

I know.

Danny Hunter was a young man who was deeply loved.

Here today in this house of God,

we give thanks for his short life

and we give our condolences to his family,

to his friends,

and to all of his colleagues at the

Department for the Environment, Food, and Rural Affairs.

We'll begin with hymn number 594, "The Lord Is My Shepherd."

♪ Lord is my shepherd ♪

♪ I'll not want ♪

♪ He makes me down to lie ♪

♪ In pastures green ♪

♪ He leadeth me ♪

♪ The quiet waters by ♪

Let us pray.

Merciful Father, hear our prayers and comfort us.

Your son, whom you raised from the dead.

Strengthen our faith

that all who have died in the love of Christ

shall share in his eternal resurrection,

who lives and reigns with you

in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever.

Amen.

No warning?

Yeah.

Nine confirmed dead already,

but it'll easily hit double figures.

It's expected to be around 50.

No sign either of radiation or chemicals.

Let's pull up everything we've got on possible candidates.

Al-Qaeda, Real IRA.

Where's Ruth?

Zaf, come with me.

Colin, get all the CCTV footage of the bomb site.

Confident of his victory and claiming...

Didn't you say something about there being time to grieve?

Yes, well, there'll be a lot of families

doing that tonight.

I want to say goodbye properly.

In the name of Jesus our Lord who died...

We need you.

And is alive and reigns with you now and forever.

Amen.

We've had a call come in

from a group claiming responsibility.

We're patched in.

Codeword is UNICORN.

Communique number one from the Shining Dawn Group.

You are holding our leader Michael Monroe,

pending his extradition.

Our only demand is that you release him.

Until you do so, we will detonate a bomb every 10 hours.

Be warned that our aim will be maximum civilian casualties.

How much carnage do you think public opinion will tolerate

for the sake of one man?

We've got 10 hours.

I want to keep you with us,

at least until this crisis is over.

You okay with that?

Sure.

Update?

Grid's been designated command and control center

with Harry as Gold Commander.

Oh, he'll like that title.

Somebody's sitting at my station.

We've got Special Branch, Anti-Terrorist Squad.

There are even some Americans buzzing around.

Nobody knows what anybody else is doing.

The Americans are here because Monroe is their citizen

and until now Shining Dawn has been their problem.

Harry wants everyone with Level One clearance

in the meeting room.

Who has Level One clearance?

Harry hasn't actually told me.

Looks like we're invited.

Another suspect in the city...

Okay, I think Ruth's told you I've been designated

Gold Commander for this crisis.

It also seems we're going to have to grit our teeth

and bear the presence of some cousins from Grosvenor Square,

who will undoubtedly bring their usual arrogance

and overbearing...

Willingness to share their considerable expertise

on this subject.

Richard.

It's great to have you onboard.

These are my colleagues, Jim O'Shea and Patrick Lacey,

both Shining Dawn specialists.

Glad somebody is.

They'll be with you for the duration of the crisis.

Tell me, how much do you guys know about Shining Dawn?

We were tracking some of their members

who fled to this country with Monroe

after the Baltimore cinema bomb.

We picked Monroe up almost by chance

when he was caught using a false passport as ID.

But they've always been fairly low on our threat rating.

Their main animosity is directed towards America.

Consequently, our knowledge of their cadres

and cell structures is quite sketchy.

Sketchy.

Sketchy as in nonexistent?

No, sketchy as in your knowledge of Al-Qaeda

when they were learning to fly

and sunning themselves in Florida.

I'm happy for a little Q&A.

What's their ideology?

They believe that humans as a species are out of control,

need to be culled.

We are about to be enslaved

by technology and genetic engineering.

We are a stain on the planet

and we will destroy it,

along with all the species that inhabit it

unless humans are dramatically culled.

Michael Monroe delivered that speech

at the University of Berkeley.

Two weeks afterward, this happened.

L.A.

Blast in a burger bar.

Followed by the Baltimore movie theater bomb.

After which he fled here

and we were lucky enough to catch him.

And now everybody wants Monroe.

And who's actually planting the bombs?

We're guessing they have around 40 active members.

Give or take.

But your real problem is the bomb maker.

All we have is a voice fragment.

The return was satisfactory,

but it should be increased next time.

He's English?

Shining Dawn are a United Nations

when it comes to membership.

And, contrary to received wisdom, we're not responsible

for everything that's wrong in the world.

We'll get the voice specialist on it.

"The return was satisfactory,

"but it should be increased next time."

What does he mean?

Is he talking about the bomb technology?

He's talking about this.

This is a problem for Special Branch.

Why are they bothering me with it?

Ruth, there's a car waiting for you downstairs.

Why?

Where am I going?

A little village just outside Oxford.

You're familiar with the work of Professor Stephen Curtis?

Yes, he wrote "The Future Does Not Need Us."

Thinks that humanity as a species is coming to an end.

Making him something of a guru for Shining Dawn.

Monroe worships him.

We think they might have even met.

I'm guessing brains will beat brawn

in finding out if this is the case

and where the meeting took place.

But what, what--

Sorry, Ruth, there's no time for strategy briefings.

You'll have to use your natural cunning

to prise out whatever you think he knows.

Colin!

Where's that CCTV footage?

I'm working on it.

Not now.

Tell Commander Pearson safe houses are out of bounds.

He'll have to use Paddington Green.

Hello, Harry.

Juliet, you're supposed to be in Washington.

I'm back.

Given Fiona Carter is still indisposed

after her recent trauma,

it was felt I could help out.

Felt by whom?

By the DG, I assume.

Commiserations, by the way, on not making the post.

I'm learning to live with the disappointment.

Well, you're used to that, I suppose.

You're not needed here.

Really?

Because as I understand it,

a death cult you know virtually nothing about

is almost certain to detonate another massive bomb

in a matter of hours.

Which is why we need no further complications.

Adam.

You remember Juliet Shaw.

Adam.

Juliet.

What can I do to help?

You can come and look at some CCTV footage.

Give me five.

Hello.

Take it back a bit.

They're our bombers.

No faces, though.

The CCTV distorts just at the point

we might have gotten face recognition.

UK Central Maintenance.

We'll be going through the records with a fine-tooth can.

What about the van?

Look at this.

Broken brake light.

Yeah, and we've got a police report

of a van of this type colliding with a Mondeo yesterday.

And?

Before the van drivers left to change their plates,

Mr. Mondeo took their number and called it in,

even though his own car was barely damaged.

Excellent.

You and Colin find out where the van came from.

Juliet.

This morning,

the Prime Minister is expected to visit

the site in the bomb blast

and has already spoken of his deep outrage at the attack.

Latest figures now put the death toll at 31.

Foxtrot-4, please confirm target's still at home.

Affirmative, Charlie-2.

Did you see the news?

Yes.

Shocking, wasn't it?

No.

Just another spasm from a species

hellbent on its own destruction.

Sit.

What's his name?

Chuang.

Oriental name.

Is it really?

We know you have been in contact

with Shining Dawn leaders on the internet.

Is that a crime?

Some legislation probably covers it.

It's not my department, though.

To be honest, none of this is, really.

But with the bomb and everything...

They sent you.

Very flattering.

I can see I'll need my wits about me

for this ruthless interrogation.

Yes, hang on.

Yes, we're keeping the major airports open,

but all Category A targets are on full alert.

The PM's due back from the Kuwait summit tonight.

We've traced the van and got a credit card match

for the person who rented it.

Stolen?

Strange thing is, it's in the name of a man

called Carl Mortimer.

What's strange about that?

He's an operations manager for UK Central Maintenance.

The uniforms of the bombers?

Exactly.

Zaf, let's go and get Carl Mortimer.

Please don't kill me.

Where's the next bomb?

Please don't kill me.

Tell us about your connection to Shining Dawn.

Please, you've got the wrong guy.

You're Carl Mortimer, right?

You're operations manager for UK Central Maintenance?

Yeah.

And you've been helping Shining Dawn, haven't you?

You're a member.

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

Who are you?

Are you police?

I want a solicitor.

I want to call my wife.

You've seen the pictures, haven't you?

Of Abu Ghraib

and Guantanamo Bay?

That'll be you when we hand you over to the Americans.

They're waiting for you, Carl.

I don't know anything.

Credit card, Carl.

Van rental.

Oh, god.

I gave my credit card to my girlfriend.

She said she was buying a dress online.

A minute ago he was blabbing for his wife.

The uniforms, what was she gonna do with them?

She said it was some kind of plan

to help immigrant workers get jobs.

I wasn't interested.

Your mind on something else, was it?

Who's your girlfriend?

My wife can't find out.

Who's your girlfriend?

Delphine, she's French.

We met recently.

But she's not the type-- - Address?

We always met in hotels.

We're bringing Mortimer in.

Get the ID specialist ready

and send a car to Safe House BR-12.

Get up.

We're coming out now.

No, no, I can't see the transport anywhere.

Look, I'm sorry if I've caused you any problems.

If I--

Zaf, where are you?

I'm here, by the tree.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Are you okay?

You hurt? - No.

Hit my pocket, though.

Where's the transport?

Can you see Mortimer?

Yeah.

He can't see me, though.

Can you see anything?

Blood.

Zaf.

My phone's on the pavement.

Call the Grid.

Mine was in my pocket.

It's a bit like Mortimer's head.

I can get to yours.

No, no!

Stay where you are.

Don't move, don't move.

Okay?

Fine, I'm fine.

What I wanna know is how they knew we were here.

We've got a mole.

That's not certain.

It was a headshot, Harry.

We've lost our only lead.

Try the wife of the murdered man.

Maybe she knew about the affair.

Yeah, maybe they'll get to her first.

What do you want?

Call a halt to the operation?

Start a full scale search for the mole?

I'm guessing that will take more than

the few hours remaining before all hell breaks loose again.

Every new breakthrough could be revealed to them,

which means they'll always be one step ahead.

I understand the bloody problem!

Look, I understand the problem.

But we need all the people we've got.

There's no choice.

Fine, but I'm going to instruct Colin

to put additional surveillance devices and mobile intercepts

on all newcomers.

Including Zaf?

It's not him.

You don't know that.

He was nearly killed.

Wouldn't be the first time that's been used

as a smoke screen, would it?

That's why we cannot afford these speculations.

We can't ignore them, either.

Fine, we won't ignore them.

But your priority must be to find the next bomb.

Let me worry about the mole.

Get yourself cleaned up.

So, Harry,

how are you coping with the Americans?

I'm not particularly happy having them

camped in my offices.

Oh, Richard Boyd's not that bad.

Six say that he he has powerful enemies

amongst the Vulcans in Washington.

Now, that's a good start.

And then Juliet Shaw was a big surprise.

Yes, well, she was very popular in Washington.

And with the PM.

On that basis, we could draft in Jamie Oliver.

I fear we may have a security breach.

Who?

Well, any one of the new faces we are currently housing.

I need to know there's no hidden agenda

of which I'm unaware.

I'm no more aware of such an agenda than you are.

Then again,

I only hold one of the three great offices of state.

When I discover who is giving Shining Dawn information

and why, then I'm going to need your full support,

Home Secretary.

You know,

back in my days as a student radical,

our dreams were all about the glorious proletariat.

We've still got those dreams on file somewhere.

Islamic Caliphates, Shining Dawns,

these blood-drenched utopias.

Is this the future, Harry?

Is this what we've come to?

I give you my word, Harry,

that you have my full support.

Okay, admittedly, it's the word of a devious,

lying politician, but it's all I have right now.

It'll do for me.

Right, the police have confirmed two more fatalities

and we've got four and a half hours until they hit us again.

Okay, everyone, this may seem trivial,

but many of you won't have eaten today.

You're no good to me if your blood sugar levels

are shot to pieces,

so keep hydrated and don't overdo the caffeine.

Coffee here's undrinkable anyway.

And that's the thanks we get

for putting our necks on the line

for this special relationship.

Okay, so we'll make sure there's plenty of sandwiches

and fresh fruit available

and those of you who need to call home,

make childcare arrangements, et cetera, please do so now.

It's very likely that none of us

are going to get any sleep tonight.

Now, we've prepared a list of possible targets

and put them on a high state of alert,

but I would remind you

this is nothing but a list of guesses.

Shining Dawn don't care about symbolic value.

They'd blow up a pool hall if it had enough people in it.

Trains arriving on tracks

3, 15, 17, 13 Express...

Can I take that?

I mean, I don't know if I can be bothered.

Yeah, you say that all the time.

Come on, babe, it'll be a laugh.

Don't you sometimes wish you had a gun?

Yeah.

If you're done with that, I'll get it.

Miss.

Don't spend it all at once.

Ah!

I've got it. - Yeah?

Republica de Bolivia.

Yeah, funny!

Go there in your gap year, did ya?

I've got to find a different job.

So do you consider yourself to be a sympathizer

of Shining Dawn, Professor Curtis?

I think they're heroic.

Heroic?

They are prepared to face up to the fact

that we are a plague on the earth.

Don't you think if,

if humans think that other humans are a plague on the earth,

and I don't agree with that, of course,

that they're,

well, they're they're kind of special just for thinking it.

If you see what I mean.

A special capacity

for rapacious destruction, perhaps.

But great achievements as well.

Erm, Mozart, Michelangelo.

Rather obvious examples.

The Big Mac.

Andrew Lloyd Webber.

The mobile phone.

I rather enjoyed "Les Miz."

And mobile phones are very useful.

"Mobile phones are very useful."

What's going on?

We have to get out of here!

What are you talking about?

There's a man with a gun in the garden.

What?

My colleague's outside.

Just come on, please.

No, this way.

We've parked the car just down there.

Just go on there, straight down there.

Please, just get straight into the back of the car.

Nice and quiet.

Mark, There's a man in the back garden with a gun.

Mark!

Oh, my god.

Just drive the car.

He's dead.

Keys.

Where are the keys?

Here.

Wrong keys.

We need to get out of here.

Get out of the car, nice and quietly.

Don't slam the door.

Get down, get down, quickly.

Why would they try to kill me?

I've got no signal.

Okay, we need to hide.

We need to hide until I can get help.

Down there.

It's Kennedy.

They're not here.

Of course I looked.

I know they can't be far, but the area's hot

and there's a dead body in the car I should get rid off.

At least the deadline means

we know the timing of the bombs.

The next one's due at 7:30.

Thanks.

Sorry, Level One Clearance only.

What?

All written communication must go through Adam first.

Harry's instructions.

Seven Caucasian males

getting out of a white van.

Hello.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Okay, Carl Mortimer's widow has just left the morgue.

Do I have clearance to go and talk to her?

Cappuccino?

This is a security announcement.

Please do not leave luggage unattended.

All right?

My feet.

I know, it's been so busy this morning.

It hasn't stopped.

Thank you very much.

I'm so sorry about your terrible loss, Mrs. Mortimer.

I don't understand.

No.

No, I know.

That's why I'm here to, er,

to talk things through with you.

Who are you?

We believe your husband may have been involved

in something criminal.

Carl?

No.

No way.

The only thing Carl was interested in was rugby and...

And younger women.

Younger women?

Was he, erm,

was he having an affair?

I really, erm, really don't want to talk about it.

No, no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I understand.

I know it's very painful.

All those sordid images.

Has it happened to you?

Well, my husband, well...

He doesn't even know I know.

I used to say if it was living, he'd have a go at it.

Now I think he'd consider a pulse an optional extra.

Get her to hurry up.

We need a gear change, Capulet.

Why do they do it, eh?

I keep myself fit,

keep into shape.

I cook his favorite food.

I watch the rugby with him.

And when he wakes me up at night and says he can't sleep,

I say, "There, there."

And for what?

So that he can take some slut

to the same hotel that

we stayed in after we were married?

The same hotel, that's terrible.

Didn't even bother to lose the receipts.

No hotel payments on the credit card,

so get the name of the hotel from her.

Yeah, do you, erm...

Do you still have those receipts?

Why?

Well, the suspicion is that your husband was involved

in drug trafficking.

No.

No way.

I mean, my husband would go crazy with an extra spoonful

of instant coffee.

Drugs?

No.

But the receipts might help us rule that out as a theory.

If you knew he was meeting...

His slut?

Yeah.

It would help.

Okay.

Great.

The Marcelline Hotel, Belgravia.

Get a date.

Tuesday of last week.

Send the police to the Marcelline Hotel in Belgravia.

We need all the CCTV footage from last Tuesday.

We've cross-matched the face to a French citizen,

one Jeanette Sechard.

The Americans have got a file on her.

Wealthy family, extremely clever, talented cellist.

She had a scholarship to study in the States,

where she became involved first with animal liberation

and then Shining Dawn.

Used the alias Delphine Lapin over there.

Carl Mortimer told us that he knew her as Delphine.

Ah, so if we can cross-match an address,

then that little rabbit will be well and truly snared.

Monroe would never have authorized a hit on me.

Just tell me where you met Monroe.

I'm not going to ask you to explain

your theoretical debates.

Oh, that's probably for the best.

"Look at me.

"I am the son of a great man.

"A goddess was my mother."

I don't understand.

Is that from something Greek?

Yes, the author was from around those parts.

"Yet death and inexorable destiny

"are waiting for me."

Will you please just tell me where you met Michael Monroe?

Perhaps I was giving you a little clue to the address.

Well, having read Classics only a few miles from here,

I'm actually on nodding terms with Homer, Professor Curtis.

Colin?

Check out all London addresses

with Achilles in the street name.

Chuang Tzu.

What?

The oriental mystic after whom you named your cat.

But you don't appear to know...

I was at a funeral this morning of a murdered colleague.

I couldn't say goodbye to him properly

because of the people you support.

An the man in the car?

His wife's expecting their baby.

He blushed with pleasure when he talked about it.

I don't support violence.

No, you glorify the heroes who blow up teenagers.

Your intellectual pessimism is nothing more than

vicious snobbery.

So you're just

acting the dumb desk clerk!

Don't worry.

You won't be the last person to patronize me.

Got it.

27-B Achilles Avenue, London SE16 2XC.

Drop the bag.

We need her alive.

Drop the bag, Jeanette.

I won't let you take me.

Come on.

Come on, Jeanette.

It's okay.

Look, we know you were only involved with logistics.

We can help you.

You'll torture me.

That's what you do now.

No, it isn't.

We know all about you.

You, er,

you played the cello once, right?

See, all I know is the Elgar concerto.

I'm afraid I'm a bit Classic FM.

Stay back.

It's okay.

We just want to talk to you.

Do I look like a torturer to you?

Zaf.

Give me the gun.

Life is pointless for me now, anyway.

Life is never pointless.

She's dead.

There's no weapon.

She knew we'd have to shoot.

No SIM card.

Check the building and the area beneath the windows.

It can't have gone far.

The death toll must be as high as possible.

The more painful their loss is,

the more likely their capitulation.

Somebody bloody warned her.

I don't care what Harry says, we have to find the mole.

We've got the SIM card and the location of the next bomb.

It's in a mainline station.

Bomb squad are on their way.

What else?

Several earlier calls to the National Rail inquiries.

We've listened to the calls

and they were all about arrivals.

They want maximum casualties.

She was checking to see if the trains would be

unloading passengers when the bomb goes off.

This is a security alert.

We are closing the station.

Will all passengers please leave in an orderly fashion

by the nearest exit.

This is a security alert.

Are you all right?

I can't find my mum.

Don't panic.

What does she look like?

Can you see her?

Is she over there?

No, I can't see her.

Listen, let's look this way.

I promise you I'll help you find her, okay?

Terminate the trains at Reading and Ealing Broadway.

Hold the rest.

Anything already too close,

get the passengers onto the track

and walking away from the station.

Mum!

Speed it up.

This is no hoax.

Get back in, there's a security alert.

What the hell is going on?

Why aren't they evacuating?

Shining Dawn warning's been called in to the police.

There's a bomb in a van in the street outside the station.

It's a decoy.

Shining Dawn don't give those kind of warnings.

What's happening?

Where are we supposed to go?

They say there's a bomb outside in a van.

I thought the bomb was in the coffee shop.

Police are stopping people leaving the station.

They're sending them back in.

They're trying to cause confusion

so that we direct people straight back into the blast.

Countermand the order to push people back into the station.

Get everybody out!

Anything, anything out of ordinary at the station today?

Maintenance work to the roof carried out this afternoon.

The roof.

The bomb's in the roof.

Get the disposal team into the roof.

We've identified two devices,

one in the roof and one at ground level.

They may well be linked, which is a major problem for us.

Hurry those people along.

Will you move those police out of the way?

They're making this 10 times worse!

There's still people in the station.

The roof's gonna come down on them

in five and a half minutes.

Timer is booby-trapped at ground level.

No time to tread in carefully.

Either we cut the wires or the roof is coming in.

We're getting the operative into the roof space.

Do you copy?

Affirmative.

The cut must be simultaneous.

Wait for my count from three

until the command to cut.

Okay, in position.

Three.

Two.

One.

Cut.

Cut successful.

We're clear.

Well done, everybody.

Our next 10 hours starts from now.

Remember the old saying.

They have to be lucky all the time.

We need to call in another communique.

Codeword UNICORN.

Communique number two from the Shining Dawn Group.

Your good fortune with the bomb at the station

only renews our determination.

The next bomb is scheduled for 5:30 tomorrow morning.

Release Michael Monroe or the nation will once again

wake up to carnage.

Wondered when you might like a little chat.

Yeah, it's been a long time.

Operation Omega.

Different era when we had to worry about

the communist threat.

Battle lines were clearer.

The principle of Omega.

What about it?

To stage terrorist provocations in Europe

which would justify a government crackdown.

I think we did rather well.

Don't tell me that you didn't have fun in Paris.

When you weren't worried about your wife finding out.

Why are you here, Juliet?

What do you want?

Well now, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I'm in line for the job of National Security Coordinator.

Over my dead body.

And I thought this would be a great opportunity to show

that I still have what it takes at an operational level.

Though I'm a little tired of taking orders from Adam Carter.

He's the best there is.

Oh, he's all right in a "One Man and His Dog" sort of way.

Usually gets the sheep doing what you want.

It's a pity the old shepherd's looking a bit tired.

Been losing too many members of your flock.

Don't push your luck, Juliet.

You used to be really good, I'll give you that.

I was, too, but

I lacked something that you had.

Integrity.

I was thinking more of the XY chromosome combination.

Oh, those old chestnuts.

You will recommend me for the post when they consult you?

Of course I will.

And you'll have all my clearance restrictions

removed on the Grid

so I have the same authorities as Adam Carter?

Consider it done.

Good.

Anything else before I call security

and have you escorted from the building?

Or I might start remembering things about Operation Omega

you'd rather didn't resurface.

"Oh, love, love, careless love," Harry.

Makes you say things you shouldn't.

Delphine's dead.

Our friend on the inside wants us to take revenge

on the person responsible.

We don't have time.

We'll get our revenge tomorrow morning.

Except this is one of their very best people,

so removing him would help us.

You two will carry that out.

Lydia, moves somebody across to replace Delphine.

She's a significant loss.

Replaceable, though.

I meant--

We must always have a higher pain threshold than them!

We've got to give Juliet Level One clearance on the Grid.

What?

Well, in her eyes, at least.

Why?

It's a long story.

You remember the Russian War strategy?

Dismantle your factories, retreat to the Urals,

and wait for the winter?

I'm going to talk to the Home Secretary.

I don't understand.

Well, you will.

Later.

Trust me, Adam.

Wes wants to say goodnight.

Got time?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, put him on.

We saw some swans.

Did you?

In the lake and some boys were throwing things at them

and Mummy told them off.

I'll bet she did.

There's two of them.

What, boys or swans?

Swans.

Well that's what they're like, you know,

and when one swan meets another one and they,

they decide to hang out,

they, er, they glide around together

for the rest of their lives.

Why?

They're happy that way.

You going to come tonight?

No, I can't tonight, mate.

I'm working.

Listen, sleep well.

Put your mum on.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

I love you

You, too.

The Level One clearance files you requested.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Early in the morning.

Most people won't have left for work.

And let's make it difficult for them even if they find it.

They've pinpointed the member of the team

that they think planted the bomb.

Face recognition?

No.

The same person bumped into a waitress in the coffee shop.

If she can give us a face

to go with the voice fragment we got,

then we're much close to our bomber.

He's English.

He has to be on file somewhere.

Find out where our waitress lives

and we'll pay her a visit.

Not there?

No, no one in.

So what now?

We find her.

Okay.

I had a snoop around, listened to the answering machine.

She's meeting a mate called Holly

and then going to a party somewhere on the estate.

Go on.

All right, send it through.

Special Branch has just had a tip-off

about some unusual deliveries to a warehouse.

I'm gonna check it out.

You get the girl.

You know, I could do the warehouse.

No, I'm doing it.

Adam, look, you really need to stop

trying to hold my hand.

Take the car and get the girl back to base.

Well, how are you gonna get there?

There's a cab office back up on the main road.

I'll ask backup to come and collect me later.

All right, I'll text you the address.

Oh, and, er,

watch the accelerator,

'cause it's got a 280-brake horsepower twin turbo.

Enjoy.

Right.

She's over there.

Natasha Scott.

Ooh!

Who wants to know?

I'm a special investigations officer

working for the government.

Oh, yeah?

And I'm the President of Bolivia.

I'm afraid you'll have to come with me.

Are you gonna subject us

to an intensive debriefing, officer?

It's about the incident at the train station

earlier today.

How much have you had to drink?

Just one or two.

Maybe three.

Pills, coke?

You sure?

Yeah.

I'm not bothered about it,

it's just that we need an image of our suspect,

not a giant smiley face.

Yeah, well, I haven't.

Good.

Oh, cool car!

Yeah, its owner thinks so, too.

Don't you?

It's the sort of thing that'd really make you

stand out in a crowd.

Which some might consider a drawback in our line of work.

So what kind of coppers are you again?

Special ones.

Where are we going?

A place called Thames House.

And what's there?

Some people.

They'll help you remember the face of the man

you talked to at the station today.

Adam.

I've picked up Natasha Scott.

Where are you?

This place is enormous.

You all right hanging out there

until I've dropped her off

and then I'll join you?

Zaf?

Damn.

Adam?

Adam.

Shit.

He's not here.

Now it's gone to voicemail.

Well, what are we doing now?

Picking up my colleague.

How long are we gonna be?

As long as it takes.

What's that?

Tricks of the trade.

Stay in the car.

No way!

I'm just gonna find out what my colleague's up to.

I'll be back in five minutes.

I'm not staying here.

Another top night out.

Halt.

Sit your butt down now!

You're a dead man, Adam Carter.

Do I look like my name's Adam Carter to you?

If you're not Adam, who are you?

You talk for us.

Will you tell us who you are?

Huh?

Come on!

Tell me how you got here.

Want us to send pieces of you back to Adam?

You want that?

What kind of stuff?

Oh, there you are!

You're supposed to stay in the car.

Yeah, 'cause it's really nice,

me sitting on my own in a place like that

at this time of night. - Be quiet.

What kind of stuff?

Look, somewhere another bomb is hidden

which will kill a lot of people

and I should be dealing with it.

But they're about to shoot my colleague

and we have to do something.

Are you serious?

Yes.

What's the story?

Who are you?

Who the hell are you?

I'm gonna put a bullet in your head.

All right.

This won't happen again.

I won't let this happen again.

Listen to me.

This is important.

I'll tell you who I am.

Talk.