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Amal!

Amal!

Amal!

What's this?

All morning shopping and no bags?

I just didn't see anything I liked, that's all.

Are you feeling alright?

I'll take your temperature. - I'm fine.

- What's wrong? - Nothing, I'm fine.

Fee, What's the matter?

Too many people in town.

You've gotta lot to make up for, Amal.

Come on.

It's a shame you won't be with us in London

for the celebrations.

I'm told at the center is an incredibly beautiful building.

I'm afraid our foreign office

is a bit of a miser when it comes to travel allowances.

Still, I'll make sure I see it on my next trip home.

Inshallah.

I look forward to meeting your colleagues while I'm there.

There is so much to discuss.

Have a safe trip.

Ali. - Mr. Ambassador.

This just came in from six.

It's from our ambassador in Damascus.

He thinks he's found a possible way

into the regime's inner circle.

And they say diplomacy doesn't work anymore.

Harry, I think this could be

the breakthrough we've been waiting for.

Who made the first move?

Their foreign minister, Riyadh Barzali.

Actually, he's on his way over to London

for the opening of their new cultural center.

Excellent.

Harry...

I want this.

I still think it's a bad idea.

It's not every day the foreign minister of Syria

says he wants to have a quiet chat.

We're not even sure that's the case.

The foreign office seemed to think so.

- Come on, Wes, it's bedtime. - Two more minutes, please.

All right, two minutes.

There ae a hundred other ways we could've done this,

none of which would've required your presence.

I know these people.

I was there too, remember?

I know their way of thinking more intimately.

Besides, they'll be less suspicious of a woman.

I don't get this.

We spent the last 10 years trying to avoid you

being exposed to anything in remotely connected

to the Syrian government,

and here you are plunging headfirst

into the biggest gathering of Syrian diplomats

this city's ever seen.

Adam, we've been through the guest list a dozen times.

There isn't a single name on there I recognize.

No one there's gonna know me, and even if they do, so what?

My ex-husband turned out to be an Israeli spy, not me.

I left the country a disgraced widow.

No one's gonna bear me a barrage.

That's if anyone still buys that little fairytale.

It's been hanging over us long enough, don't you think?

What do you mean?

What's the matter?

You've been acting weird for weeks.

I'm just tired of continually living a lie.

Zaf, you got a visual on Fiona here?

Not yet, no.

The medieval history, all the crusader castles.

Can I introduce you to-

Jo?

I've got her three o'clock.

She's about to make contact.

Okay, everyone.

Eyes and ears on Fiona.

Anyone even looks like they've recognized her,

I wanna know about it.

Mr. Barzali, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Ambassador Wright speaks so highly of you.

The ambassador is too kind.

If you have any time to spare at all during your visit,

I'd love the chance to tell you about my PR company.

We've been doing some great work for the Saudi government.

Ambassador Wright thinks we'd have a lot to talk about.

I am sure we can arrange something.

Barzali's just called.

He wants to set up a meeting at the embassy

to discuss ways of using Fiona's PR talents.

- They need it. - What do we know about him?

Riyadh Barzali, 54, married, three children.

He's a follower.

He's toes the party line, keeps his head down,

does what he's told in return for a prestigious position

and a comfortable life.

So we're saying the man's not one to ruffle feathers?

Until now.

So why all the cloak-and-dagger routine?

Why doesn't he just set up a meeting

and tell us what's on his mind?

He's got diplomatic status.

You obviously haven't met Ali.

Ali?

Barzali's secret service minder.

The Syrian government

have a notorious intelligence service, the Mukhabarat.

Think KGB on steroids.

Barzali practically can't brush his teeth

without his minder around.

And one wrong word

can get you into serious trouble out there.

So we have a foreign minister who seems intent on-

I'd say he wants to talk.

But we have no idea what he wants to talk about?

We've been trying to make inroads

into their government for years with no success.

If we can establish a relationship with an insider,

it's definitely worth pursuing.

Although- - What?

Well, I take everything he has to say

with a bucket full of salt.

We've still got to hear him out.

Yeah, but given what Adam says, do we trust him?

The foreign office think it's worth a shot

and they want us to make it happen,

ideally without getting Mr. Barzali

summoned back home for an extended session

with a red-hot poker.

You're willing to take this further?

I've already established contact.

It would be stupid to waste that.

Besides, it could make them suspicious.

Adam?

Fiona's legend's fully backstopped.

She'll be wired at all times.

We'll take all the necessary precautions.

But I don't want you going in there alone.

Take Jo with you, she'll dilute your presence,

take the focus off you.

- You ready for this? - Absolutely.

Okay then.

How long do I have to get through these?

We're seeing him tomorrow morning.

Here I was thinking I was done with homework

in this lifetime.

The difference is you're now getting paid for it.

Okay.

Ruth, I'd like to keep an eye on all Syrians

coming through passport control.

We looking for anyone in particular?

Well, if I'm gonna bump into someone

who knows me from the old days while I'm at their embassy,

I'd rather be prepared.

Are you sure it's a good idea,

you being there that close to them?

I've spent more time around these people than anyone here.

I know how they think.

So you'll get the live updates from immigration.

- Yeah, I'll set it up. - With passport captures?

Sure.

Are you sure you remember how to use one of these?

It's just to keep Adam happy.

You know, this could be a bit cumbersome.

Do you think I could also have something more discreet?

It's got Cupronickel hollow-point bullets

for maximum effect.

It's not the most accurate gun on the planet, I know.

Can I interest you in anything else?

Actually, I could use one of those little trackers

if it isn't too much trouble

Turn around.

I'll put it here for now,

but make sure you hide it properly later.

You know you can always swallow it if it's compromised.

It'll still work.

Yummy.

Thanks, Mark.

Present for you, Vanessa.

I'm not sure I really suit Vanessa.

Oh, it's not that bad.

I was a Hamish in one particular memorable occasion.

And you got away with it?

It's all down to the delivery.

Make sure you know all this stuff inside out.

It saved my life once.

You don't need to stay there.

We'll make sure they only see what we want them to see.

I don't wanna take any chances.

My legend needs to be fully backstopped.

Besides, it's good to spend a few nights apart.

Makes it all the more fun when we're back together.

Tell Wes I'll call him from there.

It'll be over before you know it.

Germana!

What's the matter?

What happened?

After you left, they came for us.

They were looking for you.

We need to move away

from this ridiculous axis of evil label

the Americans seem obsessed with.

Despite the fact that you signed up for Desert Storm.

At great political risk, I might add.

Our people weren't happy to see Syrian troops

fighting side by side with Marines and killing other Arabs.

We'll flesh out some ideas for you

and put together a pitch document.

Give us three days?

Sounds good.

Excellent.

Oh, we'd love to take you out for a nice meal

while you're in town.

Lunch perhaps tomorrow?

It would be a pleasure.

Bashir, this is Emma Stratstone.

She might be doing some PR work for us.

Mr. Shalub is also here for the opening.

Setting up a cultural center was a great idea.

We can build on that.

Most people don't know anything about Syria.

Have you ever been there?

Not yet.

It's a beautiful country.

I'm sure you're right, but I'm way too busy

to even think of going anywhere in the foreseeable future.

Lunch tomorrow then.

Thank you.

You okay?

Let me drive.

No.

It's fine.

Is it something you can talk about?

If we're gonna do this together,

I need to know what's going on.

You've been there, haven't you?

I lived there.

I was married to a serial intelligence officer.

How did that happen?

I was young and stupid.

I studied Arab literature at college.

Ended up living in Beirut working in a hotel.

It was great.

I met him in a nightclub there.

I was completely wrapped up in his aura.

Had real charm, you know?

He had power.

We got married six months after we met.

He wanted me to convert to Islam, which I did.

I even changed my name from Amelia,

that's my real name, to Amal.

So where did it all go wrong?

He wanted kids.

Question of manhood.

And you didn't?

Oh, I wanted children, I just wasn't able to get pregnant.

Not with him anyway.

After a year of trying, he lost patience.

I was defective.

Damaged goods.

He moved on.

You can't pretend I'm invisible for the rest of our lives!

Hey!

I don't need to explain anything, okay?

I thought my life was over.

There was no way out.

Divorce was out of the question for Farouk.

And he wasn't just gonna let me go.

And that's when I met Adam.

There'd been a string of suicide bombings in Tel Aviv.

Syrian intelligence were rumored to be behind it.

Adam was shadowing my husband

hoping to turn him and use him to put a stop to it.

He thought I'd be his way in.

He was very sweet.

We fell in love.

He told me what my husband was involved in.

I was horrified, I was so scared.

I didn't know what to do.

That's when Farouk found out he'd been deceived.

Adam almost died because of my stupidity.

It's a miracle he survived.

He knew he'd never be able to turn Farouk,

so he decided to put him out of action.

He framed him.

He made it look like Farouk was working for the Israelis.

How did the Syrians take it?

They hanged him.

You gonna be ready for this lunch?

You can't afford any slip-ups.

These people don't mess around.

No, I'll be ready.

Good.

Thank you.

I'll see you down there.

You checking Syrian arrivals?

They're for Fiona.

She asked for them?

After yesterday's meeting.

I thought you knew.

No, she didn't mention it.

Her cover's solid.

She could still be recognized.

Even if someone were to recognize her,

they've got nothing against her.

They could still put two and two together

In which case, they'd be after you, not her.

You were the one who framed him.

And besides, as far as they're concerned,

you did them a favor.

He did turn out to be a Mossad agent, didn't he?

- Yeah. - There you go.

If anyone should be pissed off at you, it's the Israelis.

It cost them a valuable asset.

Do me a favor, take another look at the videos

at the opening night party.

Make sure there's nothing we missed.

- What am I looking for? - I don't know!

Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to the United Kingdom.

How long do you intend to stay in the UK?

One week, maybe a few days more.

Well, that shouldn't be a problem.

Thank you.

I wasn't sure if I should order any wine.

Please, Ms. Stratstone.

In Syria, we live very much like you do here in London.

Free to wear what we want and drink what we like.

Well, here's to winning over hearts and minds

across the UK.

Looks like we've got ourselves a taster.

Malcolm, are you getting this?

It's just an old habit.

Protocol.

I thought it was a custom I wasn't aware of.

I was about to do the same with Vanessa's glass.

Cheers.

They've ordered the same starters

and main course as each other.

They could be swapping them around all afternoon.

Go to plan B.

Make sure we leave plenty of room for their puddings.

They're to die for.

Bon appetit.

Okay, let's just wait for them to dig in.

Go, now.

Mince sauce, you really must try some.

You know, we really must make full use

of the cultural center.

It's a great PR move.

Actually, I was thinking about putting together an exhibit

about Syria's crusader heritage.

As long as we don't have protestors outside

hijacking the occasion.

That's not a problem.

We just need to make sure the cameras

have something more interesting to cover.

Yes, okay everybody, we are go.

Repeat, we are go.

And she said, "it wasn't that at all,"

and I thought, well, since I wasn't going to...

I'm sorry, I- - You all right?

What's wrong with him?

Someone call an ambulance!

It's okay, I'll call the embassy doctor.

For God's sake, he needs help now.

Yes, ambulance.

Sorry, you can't come here.

I have diplomatic status.

Don't tell me what I can and can't do.

Let's go.

Barzali's babysitters are on the move.

Fiona, show the boys where you work.

I'll call you there.

Let's go.

Temperature's 103.

Blood pressure 160 over 110.

Pulse 85.

He's pretty knocked off, but it may be because he's dry.

I'm on.

So it looks like viral gastritis.

There's nothing to worry about at this point.

Was he on a plane recently?

We came from Damascus a few days ago.

Oh.

Well, it's not an unusual

to catch something like this on a flight.

I've got him on an intravenous saline solution

for the next six hours.

We'll keep him in overnight

just to make sure we've cleared it.

There's no need to stick around.

We'll take good care of him.

- I'll wait here. - Suit yourself.

What's our status?

Barzali's tucked away in bed,

Adam will go in once his minder's out of play.

What about Fiona?

Well, she should be leaving her office

in the next 10 minutes.

She's still being watched. - Still?

Have we ID'ed them yet? - Yes.

They're low-level employees of the embassy.

Make sure Adam knows they're still out there.

Already done.

Taxi coming in from your right.

Adam, I'm going after her.

I'd only see where she's staying.

- I'm on it, send Alex in. - Colin?

Alex, you're on.

What's wrong with you, pal?!

What's wrong with you?!

You wanna use your eyes!

Look what you've done!

To tell you about my PR company.

Ambassador Wright thinks we'd have a lot to talk about.

I'm sure we can arrange something.

Ambassador Wright thinks we'd have a lot to talk about.

I'm sure we can arrange something.

I'm sure we can arrange something.

Nice.

Let's hope Barzali

doesn't really catch something in there.

- He better not. - Cue Jenny.

Give him a smile.

Go on, you know you want one.

I wouldn't mind one right now.

Not what I mean.

He's going for it.

Malcolm?

How long have we got?

It should kick in in about five minutes,

then you've got at least half an hour.

Good job.

We haven't got long.

What did you do to me?

It's a little magic potion we came up with.

Its simulates gastric infection.

You won't know you had it by morning.

They'll run checks on me when I get back, you know?

And they'll find minute traces of the virus,

which is what they'd find if you'd really caught it.

You said you wanted to talk, we don't have much time.

We don't want to see our country blown to bits like Iraq.

That's easily taken care of.

Stop backing the insurgents

and hold some real elections for a change.

The parallels between us and Iraq are frightening,

but it doesn't seem to bother the party's hardliners

who are running the country.

They're going to drag us into a dreadful situation,

and I'm not the only one who feels that way,

but no one dares to speak.

What do you want us to do?

I want you to help me get rid of the current regime

and replace it with a real government,

not a Soviet-era dictatorship, a government for the people,

but one that can keep the Mullahs at bay.

Help you?

How?

By eliminating the head of the intelligence service.

People are terrified of him.

Unless he's out of the picture, nothing will change.

You want us to help you kill General Nabushaki?

No, I want to help you do it for us.

We're talking about sanctioning the assassination

of a foreign government official.

Well, hardly a legitimate government.

Besides, you've seen his file, the man's psychotic,

and that's just the stuff we know about.

It's a non-starter.

It'll be virtually impossible for Barzali

to get this off the ground without them finding out.

That's why he needs us.

Barzali needs the chaos to make his move in.

It's a slippery slope.

I don't like it anymore than you do, Harry.

But in doing this, we could help them turn into a democracy

without having to go through the mess like in Iraq.

We'll probably end up with just another dictator.

Spin their MO for 50 years.

Well if that happens,

at least he's a dictator we've got a hold on.

The odds are he'll be discovered and courted

within the week, but on the off chance that he manages

to stay alive...

What does six feel about it?

Well, they'll do what we ask them to.

So we are going ahead with it?

Well, subject to the all clear from upstairs,

and a small caveat, we need him to do something for us,

a gesture of goodwill.

And a little leverage, just in case.

I can't believe we're even considering doing this.

And they're thinking the potential benefits

could outweigh the moral concerns.

Forget about the moral concerns.

All right, we could be doing the Syrian people a huge favor,

but it could also plunge the country into a bloody mess,

and taking out an intelligence operative,

and that crosses the line.

If they find out it was us, and they will find out,

it'll be open season on our people.

We'll be putting all our agents out there at risk.

Adam?

What?

This is gonna end up just like Iraq.

We keep doing this, we keep getting sucked

into these foreign nightmares, and for what?

Our job is to protect our country.

How is overthrowing the regime

gonna help the people out there sleep any better?

Well, maybe it's better to take a risk

than do nothing at all.

You've got a patient to discharge.

I will take one last blood pressure reading

and then you're free to go.

Excuse me, sir, may I ask how you'll be paying the bill?

Ali will see to it.

Thank you, this way.

We can do business, but we need something from you first

to convince everyone you can deliver.

What is it?

Iraqi insurgents have been going back and forth

across your border like it wasn't even there,

bringing back money and weapons,

which they're using to kill British troops.

We need crossing points, smuggling routes, timings

to help us shut them down.

You've got a meeting planned with Emma.

Give her the information and we're on.

Okay.

Take it easy for a couple of days and drink lots of water.

You see that?

Right there.

Can't make out what he's saying, there's too much noise.

But then, he's not that far from Jo, and she was wired.

Her mic might have picked up something.

Exactly.

At least we'd have audio.

I'll try and isolate it.

Any updates from immigration?

No, not since this morning's load.

Are you okay?

Sorry.

Emma Stratstone.

Mr. Barzali.

The presentations have been confirmed

for tomorrow afternoon at Barzali's hotel.

He's booked a meeting there.

The boffins in research came up

with these proposals for your pitch.

It should be easy for him to justify his time with you.

There'll be a team waiting outside the hotel.

Any sign that he's been rumbled, get out of there.

It'll be fine.

They knew we were friends.

They wanted to know where you were, but we didn't know.

We didn't know.

What did they do to you?

Oh my God.

What about Lena?

She couldn't live with the shame.

She jumped off her balcony, killed herself.

What's wrong?

Why don't you open the door and find out?

What are you doing here?

Conjugal visit.

- You can't stay. - Well, no one saw me.

You have to leave now.

What are you doing with that?

You have to go.

You wanted my being here so you can't be spotted, remember?

We've got this place covered.

Nobody followed you here.

If I'm here, it means there's a risk.

You're the one who insisted on staying here.

What's going on?

I mean, you've got Ruth feeding you immigration records,

you're requisitioning guns without telling me.

I'm worried about you, not me, all right?

Me?

I almost got you killed once before.

I'm not gonna let that happen again.

Go.

This ends tomorrow.

You get the information from him and then you're done.

Fine, now would you please get the hell out of here?

Ambassador Wright thinks we'd have a lot to talk about.

I'm sure we can arrange something.

Jo, I want you to go back into the lobby.

Go somewhere out of sight.

Wait five minutes and call me.

If I don't pick up, red flash Adam.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Jo, I need you to do this.

No, no, I can't let you go in there alone.

That's not the plan.

Listen, I know what I'm doing.

Just trust me on this. - I can't.

Look, they know who I am, all right?

They recognized me at the party.

At the party?

I wanted them to know it was me.

What?!

I can't explain it right now.

If anything goes wrong in there,

I'd rather have you out here holding in the cover.

Now just go.

You're alone?

Vanessa had something urgent

to take care of at the office.

I hope it's not a problem.

This way.

It's the best I can do.

Guess who I'm looking at right now.

- Well? - Its a colloquialism.

The lost lamb.

It's used when someone goes missing.

Where's Mr. Barzali?

He's just coming.

Drop it.

On your knees.

He recognized her and called someone about it,

I'm sure of it.

- Do we know who he is? - His name's Ashia Shalub.

What?

He's related to Fiona's ex-husband.

Related to him, how?

He's Farouk's cousin.

Jo.

I don't know what to do, I think I've screwed up.

Whoa, whoa, slow down.

What do you mean?

She wouldn't let me go in with her.

Something's wrong, I know it.

She went in alone?

Jo, what's going on?

Where's Fiona?

Fiona's line's gone dead.

Right, put a team outside the hotel.

Jo, stay right where you are, I'm sending the team in.

Was Shalub's name on the guest list?

Yes, he's part of the group

that flew over for the opening.

Fiona saw that list, Adam.

She knew he'd be there.

Colin, can you find out who he was calling?

GCHQ, running a back trace.

- She's wearing a tracker. - What?

She asked for one.

I thought you knew.

Run it.

Keep me posted.

Zaf, let's go.

She's heading northwest.

Harry Pearce, get me armed response.

I think they're on Grover Road now, heading directly west.

- What was she thinking? - I don't know.

Adam, they just found Barzali's body.

It's not pretty.

Adam, she's just turned off Malvern Road.

She's slowing down.

She's stopped.

Change into these.

Now.

You can do it yourself or we can do it for you.

Everything.

We've got armed response teams converging on them.

Make sure they know she's with us!

Faster.

Talk to me, Ruth, talk to me!

She's still there.

You're five blocks away.

who did this to you?

Who do you think?

It's Farouk, Amal.

- What? - He was never hanged.

Stop.

You're coming right up to it.

100 yards.

50.

Adam!

Ruth, find me Shalub.

Okay, let me see if I can-

Adam, no.

We're talking about an embassy.

There are protocols.

Screw the protocols, Harry, this is Fiona.

We're initiating an all ports alert.

Harry, you know what these people are capable of.

They don't need to leave the country to hurt her.

They can do it anywhere.

Come on, Harry!

Okay, he's booked on a flight out of Heathrow

in three hours.

We think he's still at the embassy.

Lena, Germana.

Why'd you have to come after them like that?

I wanted to find you.

Lena killed herself because of what your men did to her.

She wasn't as strong as you've turned out to be.

I'm impressed, working for MI5, helping traitors.

Barzali wasn't a traitor.

He wanted to save your country.

Barzali wanted to save his pride.

The head of the Mukhabarat they wanted you to kill,

he's been humping Barzali's wife for over a year.

That coward just wants you to do his dirty work.

You still have so much to learn about our part of the world.

That's him.

Where's my wife?

Crazy!

Where's my wife?!

GCHQ finally managed to track down Shalub's phone call

from the party.

He called someone in Damascus.

Do we know who he was talking to?

No, they're running the voice through the database.

But I just ran a trace on the number.

Whoever he called is now here in the UK.

Where?

The phone sends out positioning signals every 10 minutes.

The last one I got was in Forest Gate.

Near Illford.

He's with them.

When's the next log?

Just over six minutes.

- Please (indistinct)! - Adam!

I'll snap your neck right here, so help me.

Too late.

Where is she?!

Adam!

Go!

I'll fool with it.

Harry, they got in without being flagged.

They must be using a small airport,

somewhere that can handle private jets.

Shalub reckons they've already left.

My guess is they'll be flying around,

the same way they came in.

- Colin, where's that log? - Here it comes.

Okay, we've got him close to Brentwood, heading west.

It's got to be Willesborough.

Adam?

You've got a lot to make up for, Amal.

I've had to live in hiding for 10 years because of you

and your husband.

You speak of me aloud in England now?

They know I'm here.

I'm not gonna let you get away with this.

Just let me worry about that.

You should be more concerned about your own future,

and your husband's.

Once we're back in Syria, I'll keep you somewhere safe.

I'll come visit you whenever I feel like.

And we'll have fun.

I'll send your dear husband pictures

of our little encounters.

How long do you think it'll take

before he comes to Damascus to find you, hmm?

I want all flights locked down right now.

What do you mean you can't do it?

We've got a match on the voice.

Let's take a look at him.

Behave.

You understand?

Take the car, keep an eye on the gates.

If you see anyone suspicious, don't do anything,

just call me, okay?

We can't leave, there's a security alert.

We have to have the plane checked by immigration.

They're sending someone over.

It shouldn't take long.

We don't have time for this.

Take her, put it in there, and keep her quiet.

We're mobilizing everyone we've got nearby.

They'll meet you.

Adam, there are seven private jets

booked to fly out of there this evening.

One of them's got three Q80 diplomats on it.

That's gotta be it.

They must be using fake diplomatic passports.

Just give me directions to the private jets compound.

Adam, GCHQ Just got a hit on the voice Shalub

was talking to.

You're not going to like it.

He was a double agent all along working for the Syrians.

She knew he was still alive.

I don't know how she found out,

but she didn't wanna spend the rest of her life

worrying about when he'd find her and what he'd do.

So why didn't she tell you?

She knew I'd go after him myself.

Go to the plane, get the first aid kit.

I'll never make it to Damascus like this.

You'll have nothing to use against Adam.

Adam!

I need an ambulance to hangar 217 right now.

- I couldn't tell you. - Shh, it's okay.

Just hang on, just hang on.

- I couldn't tell you. - I know.

I almost killed you once because of me,

I couldn't risk that again. - I know, honey, I know.

Shh.

Keep Wes safe.

Promise me you will.

- Don't. - Promise me.

Don't.

Oh.