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Morning.

So it is.

Heartily heavenly.

Not your best time of day, though.

Frankly, the afternoons
aren't much better either.

The evenings could be a
bit of a struggle as well.

I haven't opened my eyes yet.

Sorry. Force of habit.

Work.

Let's just leave it
outside for two minutes.

Tensions continue to mount
in the Persian Gulf today

following what the US
State Department has termed

"utterly irresponsible and
deliberately provocative

comments from the Iranian government".

Washington has asserted America's duty

to strike at Iranian nuclear facilities

which it claims are fueling Iran's

burgeoning nuclear weapons program.

Downing Street has refused
to comment on reports

that British warships are

American warships have fired
at Iranian air force jets

which flew low over the USS Saratoga.

The State Department
described the incident

as a warning shot.

In breaking news

we're getting reports of
the apparent sudden death

of the media magnate, Erik Glogauer.

As yet, we have no reports
on the cause of death,

only that Mr Glogauer was found dead

in his office earlier this morning.

His press officer has made a
very brief statement to say-

If that's Harry,
tell him I'm dead.

Tell him yourself.

Go on.

Myers.

Good morning.

Hi. I hadn't expected you to call.

I had no choice.

We need to meet, Ros.

Today.

Now.

Well, today could be a
problem. I've got a lot on.

And how is Adam?

Ros, you come and meet me now.

Or MI5 and your lover will discover

the extent of your involvement with us.

And then where will you find
yourself waking up, I wonder?

Who was that?

No-one.

Well, it must have been someone.

Just something I've
got to get sorted out.

An asset I've been cultivating.

Will you tell Harry for me?

Tell him I called. Tell him...

Tell him I'm having my nails done.

Are you sure you don't want me around?

No help required.

See you at the office.

Don't you ever presume to
threaten me again, Magritte.

I'm not a performing seal.

I do not do somersaults
when you clap your hands!

The Americans know about Yalta.

Most of our London
network, six men and women,

have been assassinated
in the last 36 hours.

There's a war coming,
Ros, a war with Iran.

And the Americans ware trying to kill us

before we get a chance to stop it.

What do you mean, "stop it"?

Magritte. What do you mean?

In 24 hours,

America will launch air-strikes

against strategic targets inside Iran.

When Iran responds, which
it most certainly will,

we'll be looking at another
war in the Middle East.

The situation's out of our hands.

So from this point,

our only duty is to prevent
repercussions on British soil.

And because of the Yalta Group's

anti-American, pro-Iranian manifesto

that puts them at the
top of our to-do list.

Since becoming aware
of Yalta's existence,

we've made efforts to establish

the scale of its operation inside Britain.

In the last 36 hours,

all these Yalta operatives
have been taken out.

Dry jobs. No mess.

Now we can add a sixth corpse to the list.

Erik Glogauer.

Owner of satellite TV
stations, newspapers, websites.

So, who's killing them?

Bob Hogan knew of Yalta's existence

the same time we did,

which would suggest it's the Americans.

Since the Americans don't
feel inclined to share,

we need to establish a
direct line into Yalta.

Most of these people are stringers.

Worker bees.

All of them made
assignations with this woman.

Anne Beauchet.

Ben Kaplan led us to Beauchet.

We need to find out what else he has

that could lead us to Yalta.

Yalta has been putting
together an operation.

Floodland. An attack on America.

What kind of attack?

The kind that will bring down

their entire military machine.

That kind.

Nobody wants this war.

Not the Iranians. Not the Europeans.

Not the Americans, not any more.

Not even the Republicans.

But they are giving us a war anyway.

Forget the international consequences.

How much home-grown terrorism
will it lead to, this new war?

How many more 7/7s?

How many British buses,
trains, aeroplanes?

How many British dead?

I don't think you've been
listening to me, Magritte.

I'm done with you.

But we're not done with you.

I'm not asking.

I want out!
- If Floodland is successful,

then our objectives have been realized.

And then you can do as you will.

Go on.

Erik Glogauer was a
senior member of Yalta.

The Americans murdered him.

And what had he done
to upset them, I wonder?

He was in possession of something

of very considerable strategic value.

A code.

The Floodland activation code.

And the Americans know about Floodland?

They know something's
coming. They don't know what.

They're panicking,
hunting down our network.

Then I can't help you, I'm afraid.

I can't even be seen with you.

Look, Ros, we're trying
to stop these madmen.

Do you have any idea how
many lives we'll be saving?

Including our own, perhaps?

We need that activation code
ne we need you to obtain it.

I need to know what the code activates.

I will not be party to a slaughter.

Magritte...

I need to know.

An activation code for what?

You do this for us,
Ros, this good thing,

and then perhaps you get
to walk away back to those

you have betrayed.

Ros!

Ros, you have to stop him.

If he reports this to MI5, you are blown

and it's all over for all of us.

I'm blown already.

There are bigger things
happening today, Ros.

If there's any part of
your life that you value,

you have to kill that man.

It's fast-acting and untraceable.

Yeah?

What do you want?

I wanted to thank you.

Thank me?

You wanted to shoot me is what you wanted.

You don't know what you saw.

I know the look I saw on Hogan's face.

Ben, you know I can't
discuss this over the phone.

But please don't think you
understand what you just saw,

because you don't.

We need to talk.

We need to find a quiet place,

a safe place for both
of us and we can talk.

Kaplan?

Still nothing.

Maybe he's pulling a sickie?

Call him again.

- Yeah?
- Hey Ben, it's Jo.

Can we meet?

Okay. Somewhere public.

And you explain to me, very carefully,

no jargon, no spooky bullshit
exactly what's going on, okay?

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for coming?

Oh, Christ.

What are you lot like,
eh? "Thanks for coming"?

Ben, why do you think you're here?

We need that activation code
and we need you to obtain it.

I need to know
what the code activates.

I will not be party to a slaughter.

Sholto, I'm blown.

I'm busted wide open.

I need you to pull me out of the UK.

That won't be possible.

It's more than possible

and it's absolutely bloody necessary.

You must go in. Face it out.

No, it's gone beyond that.

Then you must set aside
what you've already lost,

and continue.

You have no idea what I have lost.

Ros, the choices you make
today may prevent a war.

Peace or war, the choice is yours.

My own team will see me dead for this.

You know them, you play them. Turn them.

Besides, the way things have turned out,

I rather think we're
your team now, aren't we?

A nice girl.

Somewhat tense.

Adam? We've got a very,
very serious problem.

What kind of problem?

Adam?

You okay?

If we are to contain this situation

and deal with the Ros
problem in our own way,

we need to convince the Americans

that Ros is in the wind.

If Hogan thinks Ros will
show her face at Thames House,

he'll have a squad waiting
for her to pick her up

and we'll never speak to her.

Ever again, in all likelihood.

Mm-hm. We need to find her.

Ros!

Good morning.

If you would?

You betrayed everyone
who ever trusted you!

I used Yalta.

And I agreed with some of their
objectives but I was used-

You were used by them!

They were an asset,

they provided outstanding intelligence.

And in return you bugged the Grid,

you laid us wide open, you're a traitor!

Things got complicated.

That does not make me a traitor.

What does it make you Ros?

Tell me what it makes you when
you try and shoot a civilian?

Who said anything about shooting?

If I wanted him dead, he'd be dead.

I don't know who you are.

I don't know who I'm looking at.

Then look closer.

Don't get clever, I
know all your faces, Ros,

and you know what your face
is telling me right now?

Go on. Illuminate me.

You're scared.

This is your last chance.

Facing us, standing there, now.

You don't know if you're
gonna walk out of here alive.

It's just a roll of the dice.

You know, in all the excitement,

I'd forgotten I was in the presence

of such an expert on women.

Oh, for God's sake!

You lay a finger on me, I'll kill you!

Enough!

For what it's worth, Ros,
I think Adam's right.

I think you came back here
because you've got no choice.

Your cover's blown wide open.

And I think you're scared.

- Harry-
- Shut up!

Now, you tell me everything.

If you don't, do I need to
itemize the consequences?

Yalta's planning an operation.

A big one.

Some kind of direct
strike against America.

What kind of attack?

That's unclear.

Their aim is, apparently, to
prevent the attack on Iran.

May I sit?

You may not. Please continue.

Glogauer had ownership of something

which made this attack possible.

Some kind of an activation code.

An activation code for what?

A bomb, missile, what?

I don't know.

But whatever it was,

the Americans took it seriously
enough to kill Glogauer

and wipe out every Yalta
operative in Britain.

Without the activation code,
Yalta can't execute the attack.

So I've been ordered...

I have been ordered to
acquire the activation code

and deliver it to them.

You think what you like.

The fact is, if I'd never infiltrated

this organization-
- Been turned by them!

If I had never infiltrated
this organization

we'd never have known that
they were planning an attack.

Not until it was too late.

Now we do. Thanks to me.

Now, if you want to learn
what form this attack's

going to take and if you want to stop it,

then you need me.

You have to send me in there.

If Yalta's planning a big attack,

she's our best hope of intercepting it.

We'd have to send her in there
unsupported and unobserved.

She couldn't wear a wire.

I mean, Harry, we can't trust her.

Well we stick to her,
as close as we can.

We?

I need to stay as far as
possible from Bob Hogan.

I don't trust you to be out
there, working alone with her.

This is no time to be
questioning my authority.

What are you thinking?

We send her in empty handed, on a bluff.

Meanwhile, we find the activation code.

We get it to Ros.

She determines the nature of the attack,

then reports back.

We then utilize all our resources

in intercepting the
attack, and in the process,

disembowel what remains
of Yalta's operation.

Malcolm, Harry and I
are gonna be leaving soon.

Can you get me some TTX2?

Synthetic tetrototoxin?

Measure the dose
against Ros' body weight.

Do you know what that'll do to her?

Yes, Malcolm. Just get it for me.

And not a word to anyone.

Yeah, I've got them working on it now.

They're employing all available resources,

and keeping the Americans clear

but it's gonna take some time.

Do you think I'm enjoying
being here, doing this?

I'm working on it.

That'll have to do.

The activation code?

How did you locate it?

I didn't. MI5 did it for me.

What is this, an interrogation?

And your colleagues?

Trust me.

They have absolutely no
idea what's going on here.

What does that mean? Who's she lying to?

And Kaplan?

Dealt with.

Then give it to me. The code.

I don't think so, no.

Because you'd walk away
and I'd never see you again

and then where would I be?

Meet at TG 221442. At noon.

Adam, it's in East Anglia.

Middle of nowhere.

All right, Jo. Thanks.

Connie, we need that activation code...

Or we're dead in the water.

This operation isn't about Ros.

It's about stopping that attack.

Now, you must have friends
who worked for Glogauer.

What was he like?

He set the editorial agenda.

But after that,

he mostly let the editors run the papers

the way they saw fit.

Mostly?

Well, there was the Liam Fairfax thing.

Liam Fairfax invented SilicoNation.

Four million players worldwide.

Made him a very rich boy.

But not, apparently, a happy one.

Two weeks ago, he took his own life.

Now his company was-
- Was owned by Erik Glogauer.

Well before he became
an internet entrepreneur

Liam Fairfax was a hacker,

one of the best we ever produced.

So what do we think?

Liam stumbles across
something, some secret,

and he passes it on, or
sells it, to Erik Glogauer.

Now, we know the activation code

wasn't in Glogauer's office
or on his personal computer.

So we assume that Fairfax
must have held on to it.

Personal experience would suggest

that if a teenage boy
wants to hide something...

- He'll hide it in his room.
- Thanks.

But MI5 went over everything
and they found nothing.

Then I suggest we look again,

with a different eye.

You know she's not
gonna live through this?

No.

No, she's not.

How long does the thing last?

It's good for an hour.

We're on.

Okay, she's bitten down.

Gotcha.

This is her last known position.

A single approach road. It's not good.

We'll stop short. Go the
rest of the way on foot.

You have it?

I'm here, aren't I?

MI5 knows I've been working for you.

So before you get a thing from me,

I want my safety guaranteed.

There's no witness protection program

for dirty spies, Ros.

Whatever happens here today,

whether you execute this
attack or not, I'm dead.

And I don't want to be dead.

There are books I want to read
and I still hate my kitchen,

so I get a way out of
this or you get nothing.

One guard visible,
almost certainly armed.

Almost certainly not alone.

Full surveillance west and east.

Which means they're probably
scanning for transmissions.

Effective to what? Half a kilometer?

Which means all these
listening devices are useless.

They'll know we're here as
soon as we flick the on switch.

We've got to find out
about Operation Floodland.

If we can't listen in,
Ros is our only source.

Yeah, and we can't
trust a word she says.

I'm gonna have to go in.

I'm gonna have to do it blind.

You'll need a diversion.

Malcolm,

does this look right to you?

Could he have hidden
the code in the table?

Do you know which weapon
played the most crucial role

in the invasion of Iraq?

Enlighten me.

Satellites.

It's a technology you
don't even notice. Sugar?

No, that war was decided
by the constant flow

of battlefield information
from weather satellites,

spy satellites...

Instant intelligence
enables instant reaction.

It's what they call
"Shortening the kill chain".

The entire American military machine

is reliant on this technology.

If we pull the plug on it,
it's rendered helpless.

Ros, in order to prevent an
unnecessary and absurd war,

we will take down their satellites

and we'll send the Americans
home to think again.

And nobody dies.

Get me a laptop.

It's on my server.

The periodic table's been re-arranged.

The elements are in the wrong order.

You saw that? Wow.

If we've guessed incorrectly, Ros dies.

If we don't guess at all, Ros dies.

So how do we get the code to Ros?

Email dead drop.

We've set up an account
on a free email site.

Instead of sending the
email, you save it as a draft.

No email traffic's actually sent that way.

All Ros has to do is log
on to the "Drafts" folder,

and there it is, by magic.

Okay, RB37.

She's logging on.

SN, SM50.

- Okay.
- PU14.

She's entering her password.

TB65.

GA3.

Quickly, she's in.

Last one, BE4.

One last question.

How do we know we can trust you?

Oh, give me one good
single sodding reason

why I'd lie!

Because some people just
can't help themselves.

Nice to see you too, Juliet.

How's the spine?

So...

Are you to be trusted?

Well, that's a redundant
question, isn't it?

You're perfectly aware
I agree with your aims,

even if I don't approve of your tactics.

But even if that weren't the case,

where's left for me to go?

No, no, no, not nearly enough.

Not even the right postal district.

What happens when I enter this code?

Will Floodland be launched?

Or have you cooked up something artful?

What do you want me to say? "No"?

I can't prove a negative.

Then prove a positive.

Prove you're playing
this side of the fence.

That you're not here on
behalf of Harry Pearce.

Harry followed me here.

So did Adam.

They're surveilling us right now.

I needed to convince them I
was still working for MI5.

I needed their resources.

I used them to locate the activation code.

Where are they now?

I have no idea.

But I planted a tracker on Harry.

It'll lead you straight to him.

Feel free to leave,
but, um, like you say,

where have you got to go?

Don't. Just don't.

You should have let me drown
when you had the chance.

What would you have done, Adam?

What would Harry have done?

Sometimes we have to give each other up.

Sometimes we just have to.

Of course, I always thought
you a lunatic, Juliet.

But I thought you a lunatic
on behalf of America.

Deep cover, Harry. Remember that?

Where's Adam?

He's just popped out for some milk

and a packet of biscuits.

If you don't bring Adam in,

we'll have to track him down and kill him.

I hope you know how much I
don't want that to happen.

Juliet. What on Earth are you doing?

We're preventing a catastrophic war.

And how many lives do you
intend to take in the process?

The point is to save lives.

This is a really big, empty house, Adam.

Sound travels really easily.

You'd be dead before
you opened your mouth.

You sure about that?

You really think you can depress
that plunger all the way?

Go on, then. If you're
gonna do it, just do it.

Pretty soon, they're gonna
work out where you are.

If we're gonna stop this attack,
we have to do it together.

Do you know, I can't believe
I actually trusted you.

It's time to decide, Adam.

Time to make up your mind
what's going on here.

Between us.

Arsehole.

Don't be too grateful.

The day's not over yet.

By what divine mandate
are you elected to do this?

It's our duty to stop them!

My dad used to send me to
my room when I was a teenager.

It didn't work then, either.

And how do
you intend to do that?

Like this.

Is this it?

Apparently.

Malcolm, you ready?

Patched, ready.

Oh, Liam, you clever boy!

Malcolm?

Fairfax hid something in the game.

The activation code downloads it!

Am I to believe you're a communist now?

A born-again Marxist?

A democrat.

First, last and always.

There was a hacker called Liam Fairfax.

He found a back door into
the American defense network.

Through that back door,

we uploaded what Liam would
have called a logic bomb.

When the logic bomb hits home,

America's satellites go off line.

The United States will be blind and deaf,

which means they won't
be attacking anybody.

Not for a long time.

So why are you telling
me all this, Juliet?

To recruit you, Harry.

You know you're one of us.

And you're so confident
that I won't try to stop you?

Well, how could you?

It's already done.

Malcolm?

The logic bomb, it's spreading.

If Liam Fairfax found a back door

into an American satellite,

the logic bomb will copy
itself to the entire network.

Take them down, one by one.

Like it or not,

the defense of the realm
is linked to America.

If they're blind, so are we.

If they're helpless, so are we.

So what do we do now?

If we can identify the back door,

we may be able to shut it.

Stop the logic bomb spreading.

But to do that I need
access to the logic bomb.

I need the computer code.

It won't allow itself to be copied,

it won't allow itself to be forwarded,

or to be downloaded again.

I need to get my hands on that computer.

That actual computer.

Fine, Malcolm, I'll get it to you.

You and Jo get a helicopter to Wisbech.

Special Forces will escort from there.

You'll be there in half an hour.

Adam, wait, they have a point.

All they're trying to do is
prevent another pointless war.

Isn't peace what we're fighting for here?

Time to make a choice, Ros.

Here and now.

Make a choice.

You might want to take a look upstairs.

You had a visitor.

Adam Carter.

In the house?

Of course he was.

Doing what?

Playing around in your operations room.

Contacting the Grid I'd imagine.

Don't worry, he's down.

He'll be all right, Harry.

I went easy on him.

Considering.

I'd like Harry to stay,
if you wouldn't mind?

Let's have a quiet talk with Adam,

if he's in any condition.

And I think we'd better make
our preparations to leave.

Job's done, Harry.

Your boy was too late.

Would you apologize to him for me?

That's assuming-

Do it yourself. Send him a postcard.

Cough drop?

Ow!

Oh, very clever.

Get the keys.

They're not here.

There's no time, you have to go.

Go now!

Ros, come on.

Go! Go!

Ros!

- This side.
- Okay.

We found Pearce south of the house.

Head in that direction.

It isn't far to the car.

- Good.
- Are you ready?

I can't.

What? No, we have to get
this laptop to Malcolm.

Ros, you can't. You can't go back there.

Why?

Because it's too risky or
because you don't trust me?

Of course I trust you.

Special forces are on their way.

Harry will be dead
before they get there.

Juliet won't let him live. She can't.

If you go back there, you'll die.

I can't let that happen,
I can't let you go!

I'm not asking you for permission.

Adam, you go and put
right what you have to

and let me put right what I have to.

Look, I can't let you
walk away, not without...

This isn't right.

Me and you. It's not right.

Me and you is broken.
It has been since day one.

We could try.

We could-
- No, we can't.

And I'm not sure I'd want to

because even if it could be fixed, then,

you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't be me,

so what would be the point?
- We could try, we could-

No, we couldn't.

And we don't want to.

Not really.

We'll talk about this when you get back.

No, you see, there's our problem, Adam.

We lie to each other.

It's in our blood.

We've lost them.

Can you stop it?

If I can identify how the
logic bomb got itself uploaded

and into the satellites.

I need to find the back
door, before I can close it.

The back door's a
civilian comm's satellite.

It's very smart and very sophisticated.

Can you stop it!?

I don't know!

Don't be such a bloody moron, Harry.

Ros, they're...

He's done some damage, but
I've uploaded a flash worm.

Now...

We just have to wait.

The world's about to change, Harry.

It's time you chose sides.

I know you have no love
for the American imperium.

I've no love for
self-appointed saviors, either.

All I've done is all we've ever done,

put Britain first.
- Ugh!

I gave you the opportunity to walk away

and you didn't take it.

You betrayed this operation
and you betrayed Harry's.

You never found your place
in this world, did you, Ros?

You never found your place and now...

Now you don't have one.

I'm sorry.

Oh, come on, Juliet.

Juliet, don't do this.

Ros, look at me!

Harry!

Look at me!

Ros! You are an outstanding officer.

You are my outstanding
officer, don't be afraid.

Do not be afraid!

Now is not the time
to start patronizing me.

Don't you know any good jokes?

- Juliet!
- Harry!

Goodbye, Harry.

We lost 8% of our satellite capacity.

Back on line and fully
operational in four weeks.

Six, maybe.

We owe you, Harry.

Well, I'm only glad to have
made the world safe once again

for American aggression.

I'm sorry about your officer.

I am the resurrection and
the life, sayeth the Lord.

He that believeth in me,

though he were dead yet shall live,

and whosoever liveth and
believeth in me, shall never die.

Unto Almighty God we commend

the soul of our sister departed.

I'm sorry.

But you understand?

I don't care what she did.

You could at least allow her some dignity.

Look, for what it's worth-

Don't say it.

She's dead.

Whatever you say about
her now, means nothing.

Ros.

Ros!

Oh, thank God. Thank God.

Shh! You have to be quiet!

Please, you have to be quiet!

Shhh!

Shhh!

Shhh!

I switched syringes.

You were injected with
a synthetic nerve agent.

It slows respiration.

Heart rate. Brain activity.

Simulates death.

TTX2?

Why would you do that?

I knew the chances were
they'd want you dead.

I knew how they proffered
to do their killing,

so I thought I'd save you
by getting there first.

That's fatal 20% of the time.

25. Drink.

I did kill you, Ros. You're dead.

The Americans won't hear
any excuses, so you're dead.

Inside this bag,

there's a change of clothes,
a passport and some money.

You walk away and you
don't look back. Not ever.

If I came with you, they'd know.

If they know, they'll come after you.

I can't let that happen.

Ros, we don't have time for this.

There's never any time, is there?

There's never enough time.

Not for us.

Not for us.

Don't go missing my funeral.