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Oh, no.

Peter.

Oh Peter, what have they done to you?

What have they done to you?

Ruth, it's all
right. It's me. Angela.

Put the light on.

Thought I'd wait for you in the warm.

I said put the light on.

I could have injured you with this.

Why so jumpy?

Well, you are a burglar.

What do you want?

You've forgotten the date, haven't you?

Oh no.

I'm so sorry.

Peter killed himself
a year ago tomorrow.

Angela.

I wanted to marry him, you know?

I proposed to him after they fired him

from the Royal Protection Unit.

I thought you broke up after that.

We pretended to.

It was his idea to
protect my career in MI-5.

What did he say?

No.

We saw each other though,

like spy lovers, avoiding the spies.

Why didn't you help him, Ruth?

What could I do?

You know how tight they
are about royal protection.

You were his sister.

Stepsister.

You were in GCHQ.

You were at the nerve center.
You could have helped him.

He was protecting Princess Diana.

When they found out how
bad his drinking was,

they fired him.

They fired him because he
found out about the plot.

What plot?

The plan by the security
services to assassinate Diana,

which succeeded.

No.

It was a car crash. An accident.

No.

It was murder. And I can prove it.

We need to get an MD viewer.

Well, actually...

Bring work home, do you?

When did you get that done?

Undercover with the INLA in '92.

It's a great operation.

The Contingent Events Committee.

This is a no eyes document.

It's meant to be destroyed
in the room after it's read.

How did you get hold of it?

It was in Peter's things.

How did he get it?

From Diana herself, of course.

- And how did she get it?
- She was a very clever woman.

Angela, you could go
to jail for having this.

Why do you
think I'm microfilmed it

and hid it in my tooth?

It's not funny.

Read the next page.

- P.D.
- Princess Diana.

Harry.

Oh, yes.

I've never heard of the
Contingent Events Committee.

Of course you haven't.

File number 954396G130497.

The last six numbers must be
the date. 13th of April, 1997.

You can start by looking to see if Harry's

diary of events still exists.

Can start what?

Our investigation.

We've got to get details
of how they organized

the crash in Paris and murdered her.

This is just one more
crackpot conspiracy theory.

Think Ruth.

A no eyes document.

The security forces killed
the people's Princess.

It's the greatest scandal of the age.

Your brother killed himself
because he couldn't prove it.

You can and you want to.

I know you do.

Stop it.

Stop it.
- Do it for Peter.

No.

Then do it for the country.

It's madness.

Alright, I'll go.

But I know the Spook inside
you saying, "What if?"

What if, Ruth?

I'm time soon.

Do you fancy a drink?

Oh, dunno. Maybe.

Seem a bit down today.

Ah, it's a funny throat.

You want a Lozzy?

No, no. I'm fine.

I'm gonna send these back to registry.

You done with that one?

Not quite. No.

Steinberg show?

No. No sign.

Nine days on (indistinct).
And not a word.

You coming to George tonight?

Yes, please.

Ruth?

- What?
- George, tonight?

No. Adam?

Yes, Ruth.

I...

No, it doesn't matter.

- Isn't that-
- Hello everyone.

I've got a special treat for you.

Angela Wells.

Oh God.

Ms. Wells.

Zafar Younis, Field Officer.

Very, very pleased to meet you

And I you Mr. Younis.

And this is Jo Portman,

Junior Field Officer.

- Jo.
- I'm really glad to meet you.

I mean, you're a legend.

Am I? It's cute of you to say so.

Ms. Wells, we've never met,

Adam Carter, Intelligence Officer.

I joined the service after you left.

Recruited from MI-6, weren't you?

Yeah.

I heard.

Old spies don't die, they just
stick their ears to the wall.

Very sorry about your wife,

except my sympathy for your loss.

Thank you.

Hello Ruth.

Hello Angela.

To what do we owe this visitation?

I thought I'd come and see you, Harry.

I smuggled her in since she's retired

and doesn't have any passes.

Tut-tut.

I've gotta
be at Danning Street,

five minutes ago.

Learn from this woman.
She's got a lot to give.

- Harry.
- Julia.

Glory.

Ms. Wells.

So long.

Is the tooth...

Still operational.

Tooth?

One of
Malcolm's greatest ideas.

- Spectacular dentistry...
- Ruth.

You were so brave.

He didn't put it in, of course,

Harley Street dentist under
the official Secrets Act.

And anesthetic of course.

- What tooth?
- Micro dots.

For when Angela went
on the INLA Op in '92.

Those were the days.

That ops famous.
They used that in training.

Angela, the youth are
dazzled. Come into my office.

You can tell tall tales
to the troops later.

No. Get her out.

What?

Get her out of here now.

Ruth, what's the problem?

Oh, I don't think I'm
going to leave this early.

Do you, Ruth?

I think you better do what she says.

Do you pretty boy?

What?

Please all of you do,
pay attention to me.

This is a trigger.

It sends a signal to there.

The explosive is concentrate,

34 plastic explosive developed
by the Ministry of Defense.

It's concealed in the sides
and in a false bottom.

This trigger and the detonator
to which it can send a signal

with the flick of my thumb
is an old but reliable

check system called a severgola.

It has a range of 100 meters.

Malcolm, explain what this means.

Oh, well, a concentrate
34 is very powerful.

It's a very sweet, explosive.

Sweet?

I mean effective.

Effective. Yes.

One ounce is equivalent
to at least a kilo of TNT.

I have five ounces.

Tell us what the effect would
be if I pressed this button.

It would kill all of us

and probably many more
people in the building.

Actually, the building itself
probably wouldn't survive.

Well, Harry, looks like
you've been handbagged.

What do you want us to do, Angela?

I want you to order a lockdown.

Lockdowns are ordered when
an intruder gains access

to this floor.

If I order one now, then
the whole building will know

we've got a problem.

Don't pretend to be thick, Harry.

Not a real lockdown.

Call the Switchboard and tell
'em you're calling a lockdown

exercise to isolate the grid.

Intruder containment.

Tell 'em it's an exercise
when it's the real thing.

Neat. Eh?

You, lock the pods.

Right.

How do I do that?

Don't be a smart-ass, do it.

Done.

Now Harry...

Call the Switchboard.

Lockdown exercises are
usually called by the J-

Harry!

All of you! You have got to cooperate!

I am prepared to die. Understand that.

This is Harry Pearce, section D.

I'm ordering a spot lockdown,
commencing in 15 seconds.

Disconnect all telephones
and communication lines.

You'll be contacted by
messenger when to reconnect.

- Now, Angela, can we-
- Wait.

Right, briefing.

Tell them Ruth.

Tell what?

The reason I'm doing this.

Angela, you will never get away with it.

I don't care.

I told you I couldn't help you.

No, you refuse to help. Different thing.

This won't bring Peter back.

This isn't about Peter.

It's about this profession.
It's about this country.

That we're supposed to protect,

but which turns on its own.

Tell them.

Angela believes that
Princess Diana was murdered

by the British Security Services.

By us.

What's funny?

- Nothing.
- You find that funny?

No.

Funny that your boss was on a committee

that ordered the faking
of the car accident,

which killed Diana?

Angela, what on earth
are you talking about?

I'm talking about you being chair of the

Contingent Events Committee.

- The what?
- The committee that organized

and ordered the assassination.

This is madness.

You can't deny
there was such a committee.

I can. Angela,
you must let us help you.

Peter Hague.

Do any of you, apart from
her, know who he was?

You don't, do you bastard?

Peter Hague.

He was fired in the Royal
Protection Unit attached to Diana.

Clever as well as pretty.

What was he fired for?

He had a problem.

Indeed he did. He knew the truth.

- It was an alcohol problem.
- He drank

because of the truth.

Very good people often do.

I loved him.

She didn't.

Even though he was her brother.

Yes, I remember.

He was your stepbrother, wasn't he, Ruth?

Yes.

Angela, if this is about family-

Peter knew what your
committee was planning,

but they fired him
before he could prove it,

let alone stop it.

Angela, there
is not and there never was

such a committee!

Oh, yes there was!

- No Zaf!
- No!

It's all right.

Karate kid, that it?

Martial art training.
Didn't get it in my day.

It's a CIA fad.

Nearly got you, your
offices and your building

blown up, Harry.

- And you.
- And me.

You really don't care about yourself?

Me?

I'd be pleased to join the
hail of human mince meat

if I pressed this.

Right. New arrangement.

Someone get me some handcuffs.

Handcuffs, come on. Standard field issue.

Good old fashioned Bobby's handcuffs.

Gimme two pairs.

Put one cuff on her wrist

and the other cuff on the
handles of my so expensive,

beautiful, Italian, leather handbag.

Bought it for a wedding, by the way.

The other pair on the desk.

Everyone back, way back.

Now, giggler, we're gonna go
quietly into the meeting room.

These are my demands.

I want to know details
of how Diana was murdered

with hard incontrovertible
evidence of the conspiracy.

Then I want the evidence
taken straight from here

to every newspaper and television room.

When that is done, I will
disarm my Italian handbag

and surrender to you.

You can do what you want with me.

What if there is no conspiracy?

You can blow yourself up
anyway and us along with you?

Prove Peter wasn't lying and live.

Put me with a bag,
Jo is a junior officer.

Oh, stop being the leader, pretty boy.

I mean, I know you are a resourceful lot.

I know you're going to a huddle and plot.

You're Spooks, it's your nature.

But I've had the training too, remember?

So don't be stupid.

I was better at the
game than a lot of you.

Except perhaps you, Harry.

I couldn't have murdered Diana.

You've got until dawn.

And just to impress on
you how serious I am.

I want to die, really.

I really do.

Come on, giggler.

Every 30 minutes he reports to me.

Don't let me get too suicidal.

Would you like a coffee
or tea or something?

I'm sure that someone could...

Or some water?

I joined the service because of you.

You were held up to us.

You are a heroin.
- Giggler, just stop it.

I've just always wanted to meet you.

Yes. Dreamt of becoming
my friend, haven't you?

While being handcuffed of five
ounces of plastic explosive.

No.

You are trying to
get into the first step

of the hostage and
siege procedural manual.

Personalize the situation,

so that I will break down
and say, "Oh, I am sorry.

I didn't realize you were a human being."

Listen...

The only human being I care
about blew his brains out.

I cradled him in my arms,
his blood all over me.

Now shut up.

The trouble
is it's an old device.

But it's operated by radio signal.

Can't we neutralize it?

Short range, high frequency.

If it was more modern than
maybe we could mess with it,

but this is old technology.

The best for this type of job.

Is there no physical
way we can go to her?

We've got Mason, we've got firearms.

But with that severgola in
her hand, it's too risky.

Went to mind games then.

Hmm.

Don't underestimate this woman.

She mastered in
psychological manipulation.

Well, let's do the simple thing.

We'll prove that she was right.

Even if she's wrong.

Absolutely.

What? And send a false story
to the press and television?

It won't be false though, will it?

It'll be how MI-5 murdered Diana.

Don't get you.

I want you to put together how MI-5

could have murdered Diana.

The most convincing case.

And that's what we'll sell to her.

All right.

Malcolm, see if there's any way

you can knock her out in there,

bearing in mind she's got Jo with her.

Will do.

Ruth, I want to talk to you.

- Good.
- But first Colin,

come with me.

Looks like Adam Carter's running the Op.

I should expect.

Is he the wonder boy they say he is?

Giggler, I asked you a question.

My name's Jo.

No it isn't.

I'm depersonalizing you to giggler,

so that when you start telling
me about your sick mother

and your pussycat at home,

I don't break down in tears and say,

"Sorry, sorry, you can go."

Adam's brilliant at his job. Yes.

Hmm. What do you think his game plan is?

- I dunno.
- Guess.

As a promising Spook.

He's going to do what you want.

- Is he?
- Yes.

I think not.

I suspect Adam Carter
is deeply devious. No?

Is there really no way
you can warn 'em outside

to clear the rest of the building?

Not with a lockdown. No way at all.

Short of digging our way out.

Could you do that?

Well, the main ventilation shaft's

on the other side of that wall.

Can you get through it?

We can try.

Okay, it'll have to be
just one of you doing it.

The rest of us will have to stay in view.

Colin.

Right.

Okay. Get the whole big
enough, go through it.

What's this?

Tunnel in Paris where she crashed.

Help us think.
- Good.

You all right?

This woman's a heavyweight.

I don't think we're anywhere near

knowing what her real game is.

Mind games, giggler,

that's what we're in for.

But Adam Carter could get you killed,

along with all your friends,

but you being so close to the explosion,

there'd be hardly anything left of you

for your poor sick mother to bury.

How do you know my mom's sick?

Oh, is she?

How did you know that?

Mind reading.

Like the psychics, the palm readers.

Simple technique, mention
a few commonplace things,

cat, mother, something's bound to be true.

What is it?

Cancer?

You bitch.

Yes.

Yes.

Circumstances can change you wonderfully.

We are what happens to us.
Don't you find that to be true?

Looks like Ruth's about to own up.

You knew about this, didn't you?

She came to see me last night.

- She what?
- I sent her away.

I didn't have an inkling that she'd-

Well, why didn't you report it?

Guilt. Yeah. Say guilt.

For God's sake, Ruth.

She gave me this.

It's MD film.

I got in early and blew it up.

- P.D.
- Princess Diana.

Harry's name's attached.

Yes.

Something else.

Harry's Diary.

Entry for 13th of April, 1997.

Look at the morning.

Meeting.

So?

All the other meetings in
the afternoon are marked.

This isn't.

He must have been at the
Contingent Events Committee.

- This is nonsense.
- You mean it's a fake?

Of course it's a fake,

dreamt up by some spotty paranoid.

There's a whole snake pit of Diana

conspiracy theories out there.

Where'd you get it from anyway?

Let's just deal with the
situation we have here.

Now are you sure this
Contingent Events Committee

never existed?
- Of course.

And you never served on it.

Well, since it never
existed, obviously I did not.

Have you found anything we
can use to get at this woman?

Not past the basic bio details yet,

which are disturbingly dazzling.

Newnham College Cambridge,
double first in modern languages.

Athlete, University Blue
in the 10,000 meters.

Almost made the 1984 Olympics,
fast track to the Home Office

and then straight to us and a cap it all,

her father was the bishop of Norwich.

The makings of a heroine.

Or a serious lunatic.

Why didn't you show him the diary?

'Cause I think this
committee really existed.

An MI-5 committee

that organized the
death of Princess Diana?

So Angela's right?

What kind of organization
are we working for?

State assassins?

You know we've killed people.

Yes, but they were terrorists.

Where do you draw the line?

with her. You draw the line with her.

An innocent young woman that people loved.

It's like a coup against
the nation's heart.

Just calm down.

We'll take this step by step.

If we're gonna confront
Harry, we need proof.

Confirmation from another source.

Okay, the trouble is
because of the lockdown,

we can't make email and
inquiries even internally.

We can't access the records
of other departments

and not Home Office, MI-6.
- We can get into our own

data banks though, can't we?

Yes.

So work with that.

Right.

Now what are you up to?

Take the cutting arm
off? Use it as a knife.

Great.

You're okay?

Don't talk to her.

What is Malcolm doing with the guillotine?

He's making a chart display.

Really?

So apart from putting up a few pictures,

what else have you achieved?

We've only had half an hour.

Bring me everything on
royal security protocol.

Somehow in Paris MI-5 got
round security measures.

I want all the documents, every scrap.

Maybe I'll find out how
MI-5 did this before you do.

Sure.

Get on with it.

Security protocols?

That's all we can find.

Who's working my profile up?

Harry?

I'll lose my patience.

Suddenly...

I'm very impulsive, you see.

I'm in despair, you see.

That much.

Bear that in mind.

But you must know it's not true.

You must.

You know what this country lacks?

A culture of death.

We used to have one of course
when we were Christian.

Okay, I'm ready.

Now don't forget. We're
only playing, "what if?"

You mean what if Harry
organized the assassination

of Princess Diana?

I think he could've.

You don't mean that.

Don't I?

It's the conspiracy theories.

They suck you in.

Yeah. Yeah, they do.

Some say it was caused by Satans

because Diana's Mercedes
crashed into the 13th pillar

of the tunnel.

Then there's a theory that
limo was stolen a month before

by the Israeli Secret Service,

steering was modified so
it could be controlled

by remote radio signal.

Now Mossad did it.

No, MI-5 and MI-6 did
it in a joint operation.

And I'll show you how.

The British embassy in Paris

denied ever knowing that
Diana had arrived in Paris.

But they did.

And the night before
she arrived at the Ritz

two very high ranking MI-6
officers arrived at the embassy.

- Do you know who they were?
- Yeah. Mace and Sivita.

Heavy brigade.

The point is, everything at
the hotel was orchestrated.

At the front of the hotel
there are paparazzi,

three of them leading the
jostling and shouting,

can never be traced.

And British security
officers have been picked up

on the hotel's CCTV
loitering around all day.

So what's going on?

MI-5 wanted Diana's party to switch cars.

The Mercedes S-600 parked
at the front of the hotel

is heavy and armored,

but the alternative car parked
to the rear of the hotel

is a light Mercedes S-280.

A much, much easier target
and driven by Onry Paul,

Head of security at the Ritz,

but not the regular driver.

And he was drunk.

No. No he wasn't.

Now that's the MI-5, MI-6 cover story.

Diana killed in drunk drive accident.

Onry Paul reported for duty at 10:00 PM.

No one reported him drunk.

On CCTV his movements are normal.

The autopsy after his death in the crash

showed his liver was normal.

The police say the car left
the Ritz at great speed.

CCTV footage shows it
left at normal speed.

Yeah, but the police
found high alcohol content

in his blood.

Yeah, but it wasn't his blood.

The sample that was
supposed to be Onry Paul's

contained a large amount
of carbon monoxide.

It belonged to a suicide.

He drunk a lot before he killed himself

by car exhaust fumes.

Okay, so an MI-5/MI-6 field team

get Diana out of her usual car

and into a more vulnerable one

with a less experienced driver.

What then?

Then they assassinate her
by staging the accident.

And they do it like this.

The road by decent goes into a tunnel.

Onry Paul accelerates to
get away from the paparazzi

who are following on motorbikes.

Behind is a big white Mercedes.

Now this is the control
vehicle for the operations.

Behind that is a small, white Fiat Uno,

a Fiat Uno overtakes,
first the control vehicle,

and then when Diana's car
is deep inside the tunnel,

it pulls alongside and
it's driven by agents

to distract Onry Paul
at the crucial moment,

Fiat Uno pulls away and
behind there comes a motorbike

with a pillion rider

and this pillion rider is
carrying a handheld strobe light.

This strobe smaller than a cigar

is tuned to a cycle of
12 hertz per second.

Now the strobe blinds on
report, just for a moment,

but that's all it takes.

The car crashes.

The peoples princess dies.

I'm believing it.

God.
- Okay.

If we have to, that's the
story we'll give to Angela.

Story or truth?

Protect the heart of the nation.

That's what we're meant to do in this job.

Instead did we rip it out?

Found a trace of the committee.

Look, these are registry
files cached in our system.

It's a backup, when you delete
a file, the tag remains.

And the file's
still on the hard drive?

No, afraid, not. It's
been over-wired manually.

But?

But back in the nineties
there was a famous scandal.

A hacker got into the Thames House system.

You mean that 9-year-old
from McCordsville?

Yeah. Well he used a keystroke virus

and it's still filed
in a quarantine folder.

And on it there's a log of file names.

So the file existed.

So did the committee.

And Harry's on it.

They've discovered something.

Your big idea, pretty boy?

Dig a hole, your idea.

I felt the vibrations in the wall.

Ah, every man's dream.

Escape from Stark 13.

All right. Stopping.

Steel bar's in the bloody way anyway.

Get out.

Dawn.

You've got to dawn.

Harry, you denied it to Angela's face.

Tactical reasons, I can see that.

But I have to ask you again.
Did you ever serve on something

called the contingent events committee?

This is a printout from
the registry computer.

The record of the committee
meeting was overwritten,

but I have retrieved a dimension of it.

Also, this is your diary
from 1997, 13th of April.

There is an entry for
a morning long meeting.

This is the same date.
- Is that on the

micro dot document?

Yes.

Yes. What?

Yes, the committee
existed and I was a member.

You mean you
planned Diana's death in Paris?

Yes.

Why?

The woman was unstable.

There were fears she was being manipulated

by undesirable influences.

She was causing untold damage
to the very central pillar

of the British state,
the Royal Family itself.

It was felt if an accident
could be arranged,

there would be outpourings of grief,

which would paradoxically
unite the nation.

We were right in that.

You killed her.

What are you going to do?

Tell Angela, lift the
lockdown, call special branch

to arrest you for conspiracy to murder.

Better do it then.

It will diffuse this terrible situation.

Unless, after all it's not true.

Of course it's not true.

I should bloody well think not.

What's the matter with
you two? Lost your reason?

The committee was there to operate

worst case scenario exercises.

Imagine the worst, to
be able to prevent it.

Now we had to look at
Diana being murdered.

The government were terrified about

what might happen to her.

She was a loose cannon.

Out at all hours, all over the world.

God knows what with men.

She was an irresistible
target to the loonies

who are swarming across this planet

in ever increasing numbers.

We had to look at it.

What did you fear the most?

An attack in a car driving at speed,

being pursued by paparazzi.

Probably overtaken by a motorcyclist.

A pillion rider could easily
shoot out the tires of the car

using a 5.7.

- I've not-
- An ultra light weapon.

Fires a frangible bullet,
disintegrates on impact.

Blow out the tires,

the car crashes preferably
in a closed space.

Dear God.

You predicted her death.

Yes, but it was an accident
and we were terrified.

We tried to cover all traces
of the scenario document,

but bureaucracy always
leaves a slime trail.

I've gotta get back in
there and give her something.

So that's faking a document...

I could make her buy that.

No, we've got to get
her to surrender to us

and you shouldn't do it.

No.

There's too much between her and me.

You mean Peter Hague?

I'm sorry Ruth.

I've been busy looking at the

psychiatric assessment reports.

Hers and yours.

The key is your stepbrother.

There is something you could tell her,

isn't there Ruth?

No.

Lemme take her Zaf's material.

You try and sell her a pup

this building will be rubble in seconds.

Don't forget, we're
talking about Angela Wells.

Ruth.

Ruth. What do you want?

There was a committee.

Harry sat on it.

He worked out how to kill Diana.

Oh my God.

Let her go and I'll tell you more.

Go.

The plan to kill Diana was to
fire a disintegrating bullet

from the pillion of a passing motorbike.

Front tire bursts, car crashes.

Peter was right.

No he wasn't.

Harry's committee was
examining worst case scenarios.

Well, the horrible thing is
they nearly predicted the crash.

Are you trying to get us all killed?

No, Angela.

I've got to tell you something...

About something that happened...

When he was 20 and I was 18.

You slept with him?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

You see, there were rows.

His father wasn't getting
on with my mother.

We saw they were going to break up and...

Peter and I, we got close to each other.

We...

We fell in love.

We ran off together...

To Blackpool.

It was winter.

We stayed in about the only
B&B that was still open.

You see, it shouldn't have been

my mother and his father who met.

It should have been me and Peter.

When we went back, there
were terrible scenes.

Strangely, it patched things
up between our parents.

And I...

I just left.

That's why you never got on with me.

You were still in love with him.

Yes.

He always drank, Angela.

Most of the time in Blackpool.

He was a dreamer

And in love with me.

Always.

Never with you.

No.

Don't.

Well done.

You think so?

You broke her.

Maybe I broke me too.

That's adrenaline withdrawal.

Oh, is that what it is?
Oh good. Good. Thank you.

- Ruth.
- I lied.

I told her I'd slept with my stepbrother.

I sold myself, my feelings,
to manipulate her.

You think I'm a limited man?

You think I don't understand
the emotional side.

Self-control, self-denial.

These are the things which
keep us together in this job.

Now, you told a huge lie
about your personal life.

Yes and I can't bear that I did.

But aren't you proud

you had the nerve to tell that lie?

- It was horrible.
- Aren't you proud

you told the lie?

Aren't you proud you talked
Angela out of that room?

I...

God forgive me.

You're a born Spook, Ruth.

There is plastic explosive...

But no mechanism.

I've had an idea.

So we're all agreed?

This is our decision?

I'm sorry, but I hate it.

She was vicious to me.

Jo.

You and I never knew this woman.

In her time she saved many, many lives.

We have a debt to her.

Could be any one of us
sitting in that chair.

Angela, we've got a proposition for you.

We're gonna treat you as
a victim in the field.

You mean it?

Thank you.

Thank you.

I've ruined everything I believe in.

I've destroyed myself.

- It's okay.
- No, this is wrong.

You can't just let her go.

This is Spook tradition.

If one of us goes to pieces
during an Op in the field,

we get them outta trouble but never tell.

But this wasn't an Op.

To her it was.

There are conditions.

Silence.

Yes.

You leave the country,
we never see you again.

If we do, we throw you to the wolves.

Yes.

Thank you.

I lost my way...

So badly.

Best I smarten up before I leave.

Without your handbag...

I'm afraid.

Zaf.

Get a messenger down to control.

Tell 'em to lift the lockdown.

Steep learning curve.

Feel like I'm on one too.

Trouble is it's curving down, not up.

Angela was the last person
I expected to see in pieces.

Hiya.

You two look like death,
you've been out late with Angela?

No, after she left,

we had a night long lockdown exercise.

It seems very keen of you.

General
sharpening up. I thought.

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm glad Angela's visit

inspired such a rigorous
dedication to staff training.

Bit late in the day for
that, isn't it Harry?

Harry!

There's a document missing.

What document?

I made a list of all the
papers we showed to Angela

and they're all here, but for one.

Has she taken something?

Yes.

It's the report we did last year

on the new security measures
of Buckingham Palace.

It was a blind.

It's her MO.

She twists and turns so we
don't see a real target.

Which is...

The Royal Family.

Adam Carter, a woman's just
left the building. Stop her!

Her Majesty is at Buckingham Palace.

I want a double A national alert,

get me Sir Petrie Meacham at the palace.

I'm moving the royal family to Pegasus.

What's Pegasus?

Top security royal protection bunker

under ST. James' Park.

Sorry, will someone
tell me what's going on?

I fear we may have a situation.

Yes. Yes. We're fully up to speed.

The family will be with
us in three minutes.

Nothing.

We've got 250 officers
in and outside the palace.

She kind of slipped
through a net like that.

Maybe she's waiting.

No. She'd move at once,
in case we got onto her.

Wish we did.

Did Princess Diana ever go to Pegasus?

Yes.

In 1987.

Was Peter Hague assigned
to the princess in '87?

Yes.

Are you thinking...

He could have told her about Pegasus?

This is the
most secret installation.

There's no way a lunatic
could get in here.

You mean a lunatic like her?

You mean this is her?

- When did you employ her?
- Seven months ago.

What does that code mean?

That's her job, electrician.

You let that woman get
in the electrical system?

She passed all the vetting.
She seemed totally innocuous.

Pass me through to Thames House now.

Where's your electric control panel?

Down here.

Ruth, get Malcolm over here.

What do you think she's done?

Seven months with her know-how...

Something nasty.

We have to get the Royal
Family and everyone else

out of there.

I don't think
that's gonna be possible.

What do you mean?

I must call the bomb squad.

No time.

Malcolm?

The storm readings for
explosives, but I can't see.

Oh no.

She's coded the wise themselves
and replaced the casings.

It must have taken her months.

The entire building's rigged to explode.

Adam, speak to me.

Malcolm.

You had no idea which wire I had to cut.

Well, it was obviously one
of the, why not all of them?

Have you any idea
how dangerous that was?

Not as dangerous as standing here

and waiting for the clock to hit zero.

Yes, I know.

I froze.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

If we can't protect the
queen in the most secure bunker

in the country, what can we do?

We stopped the bomb.

But not the bomber.

We'll find her.

If we don't, hell we'll have to be paid.

This is the Coriolanus nightmare.

Greatest fighter in your
army, turns against you

and tries to destroy
everything you stand for.

I can't believe we didn't see it.

She staged the whole thing

just so that we've put the
Royal Family into Pegasus.

What I hate is the fact
that she knew we'd let her go.

She knew we'd treated her
as a victim in the field

and that her walk outta the building.

We had no choice, it's the code.

- Time to get rid of it.
- You can't.

One of us goes to pieces in the field,

no one else is gonna help you.

Angela Wells is beyond any code now.

There is still a way we could help her.

What do you mean?

Kill her.

Yes.

I want the anti-terrorist committee

to declare special powers.

Get me the Home Secretary now.

I want authorization for shoot to kill.

Get inside! Inside! Inside!