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Do you think he'll show?

I don't know.

Adam swore by him.

Pretty good asset.

Pakistani military intelligence.

Yeah, well he was well connected.

Marlin.

Who's this?

Your new best friend.

Friends are overrated.

I agree.

Friends are either a nuisance or they're boring.

Precisely.

You can only trust your family.

Oh, I wouldn't even be so sure of that, actually.

Excellent.

No faith in human nature at all.

Man after my own heart.

The way things are in Pakistan at the moment,

I imagine you have to watch your back.

Things are certainly interesting.

Nothing's gonna get interesting for us.

I gave you Nadif Abdelrashid.

He's a big fish.

Al-Qaeda's new European coordinator.

We're on Nadif.

What else can you tell us?

It will start with a waterfall.

Waterfall?

An explosion of internet chatter.

Threats of every type. Noise.

And right after the noise comes the dry run,

which Nadif will mastermind.

Okay. Noise, dry run.

Bring in a second team for the real thing, and boom.

It's not suicide.

You shouldn't think of it like that.

A proper name for such an act of bravery is shahada.

Martyring.

Hmm.

Are you prepared to die?

Are you prepared to kill?

If the only way to hurt the enemies of Islam

is by taking your life,

then shahada is allowed.

You've dealt them some blows,

so now they've got to get nasty.

Civilian casualties of course,

but also something that undermines confidence.

Banks going under.

Homes repossessed.

People are frightened.

Stay on Nadif, my friend.

He's the key to everything.

Well, well, well.

Harry Pearce.

Wouldn't have thought this was your sort of place, Harry.

Still, breakfast with a homesick.

Best bib.

Looking very spruce yourself Richard.

New suit?

Thought I'd spoil myself. Bit of good news.

Ah yes. Your appointment.

Oh you've heard?

Last night. Congratulations.

Thank you. Yes.

Who'd have thought it?

All very glum in Downing Street this morning, I'd imagine,

what were the Nasdaq going belly up again last night.

Yes, mortgage lenders seem reluctant to learn

a very simple lesson about risky lending.

It's risky.

Most of us learn that from our children, of course.

Very good.

How's the fragrant Ms. Myers coping?

Taking her with you to meet the home secretary

now she's head girl?

Good experience for her.

Good experience for him too.

Hmm.

Quite pressed on your floor, I understand.

Situation normal.

Had a call from the other firm.

Red phone, long distance.

Seems their local manager's gone awol.

You wouldn't have heard anything about that would you Harry?

No.

Afraid not.

Hmm.

Well if the home secretary

wants a bit of cheering up this morning,

who better than Harry Pearce to chase the clouds away?

Hey Harry?

Yes.

If there's one thing I'm grateful for in life,

it's my sunny disposition.

Just the usual please, Peter.

Close obs on Nadif, Jo.

We need to know who he's working with.

Visual any moment.

How's Ben?

Does he know the danger he's in?

We learn by doing.

Hello. Nadif.

IT manager's good cover.

Certainly gonna keep that waterfall flowing.

Right, go. You're away.

Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him.

Ben's a natural.

Thanks.

Elsewhere in Bradford and Leicester,

several Asian owned businesses--

I hate this waiting.

Boy, you like this tune?

Nah, man.

My little brother was into it though.

Yeah?

We used to, we used to laugh, yeah,

because he'd be up in his bedroom all on his G,

just rapping along like he thought nobody could hear him,

yeah,

and we be downstairs, yeah, like pissing ourselves.

My mum, man.

She'd be, like, crying.

Are you sure we're doing the right thing?

Yeah, of course.

I'm gonna take a shower.

Target heading west along Threadneedle Street.

What's the threat level at the moment?

Severe.

Could we give the glass a little tap?

Take it down to moderate or lower?

You want us to reduce the feel bad factor?

Sub primes is the crisis that keeps on pinching.

Nobody will end to anybody.

One false move, we go down like a rock.

So to speak.

The service of course isn't actually responsible

for carrying government business.

Actually, Ms. Myers,

I tell you what the service is responsible for,

not the other way around.

And we tell you what the threat level is.

Currently it's severe.

Thank you Nigel.

Okay then, Harry,

tell me all about the threat then.

We currently have an officer undercover

in an active Al-Qaeda cell.

We still haven't heard

anything outta the ordinary?

The foot soldiers are small time,

the cell leader's a player,

Nadif Abdelrashid, IT specialist.

He spent time in Pashtun last year.

He was there at the same time

as several other high value targets.

Our contact in Pakistan's Interservices intelligence bureau

code named Marlin

is convinced that Abdelrashid is AQ's go-to man in the UK.

Then why isn't he in Belmarsh?

We're gathering intelligence.

Bit 20th century isn't it?

Quietly close down the cell.

You close down the threat.

Close down the threat and-

You might get a bounce in the polls.

Believe it or not, Harry, this isn't about polls,

it's about jobs and housing

and pulling through a real crisis.

Nadif will bring in a second cell

to carry out the actual attack,

but we have no idea who that team is.

We have to watch and wait.

Arrest Nadif and I'll arrange

a mini weekend away break for him in Algeria.

You cannot believe for a second

I will allow you to do this.

We're gonna downgrade the threat level

because the general public needs some good news.

Then arrange a royal wedding.

Harry.

We stay on Nadif and my officer remains undercover

until operational reasons dictate otherwise,

or else get Nigel out there

to take charge of national security.

Come on, Ros.

He always walks a little taller after a haircut.

30 dead in Turkey, 2004.

200 in Somalia, 2007.

And dozens more dead or maimed by Nadif.

Marlin's deep inside Pakistani intelligence.

He said nasty, and I think he knows a little bit about that.

Talking of which,

Jo, how's Ben enjoying being a holy warrior?

His cover's good. We backstop quite a way.

Are we sure he's safe?

If Nadif Abdelrashid finds out we've infiltrated his cell,

I fear for his life.

Don't worry, we're keeping a close eye on him.

Internet chatter?

The usual stuff.

Beheadings, Crusaders,

the (Arabic) will pay for their crimes in Iraq,

blah blah blah.

But it's not all blah blah blah though, is it?

British public are sleepwalking through all this.

No one caress anymore. Iraq's just background noise.

The odd failed bombing here. The odd roundup there.

Harry in Afghanistan.

- Prince Harry. - Yes.

Yeah. What a brilliant two fingers to them that was.

So just when we are sliding back into complacency-

They step up their game.

Noise, dry run.

Boom.

There is one thing of which we can be completely certain.

They're coming for us again.

All right, bruv?

Hey. Easy.

You want anything?

Nah, I'm going for a run.

You coming?

No chance.

I wanna get some breakfast then back to bed.

Oh you got a text from the Nadif, innit,

while you was in the shower.

On my phone?

Yeah, but-

You shouldn't take my messages, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, but you were in the shower.

It don't matter.

I'm not being funny here, but I'm the contact.

All right.

What did he want, anyway?

You ain't going to work tomorrow, bro.

We got to call in sick.

Alright cool.

All right.

Keep walking.

We need to be brief.

What's happening your end?

Nadif told us to stay off work tomorrow.

Usually that means a lecture on Jihad.

We're watching Nadif.

Be careful.

This time it might be different.

This is it.

Ros.

What is it, Malcolm?

The intercept rate is climbing through the roof.

By how much?

A 4000% increase in the last 24 hours.

It's the waterfall.

They're going crazy on the net.

All kinds of rumors, threats, semi-coded stuff.

They're starting. It's getting ready to go.

Red flash Lucas.

If this is a signal for the dry run,

I'd say we're less than a week away

from their intended spectacular.

Come on men. Show us where you'll hurt us.

The spike in the intercepts

means that Marlin's information was correct.

Nadif's told them to take the day off work.

Shouldn't the terror threat go to critical?

Probably. But we'll leave it where it is for now.

Give the home secretary a bit of breathing space.

He's normally a good friend to us.

So if this works they'll go for the real thing, right?

Yeah, but with a different team according to Marlin.

Ben's team are not the front runners.

Who cares if they're picked up?

Ben knows that, of course.

The rest of them believe they're holy warriors,

not just a bunch of low ranked canaries.

Any sane person would of course be grateful for that fact.

So we watch, we go after the second cell

and we get our hands on some of the big guys?

See where Nadif heads off to

when the whole thing goes wrong.

They must not get the slightest idea that we're watching.

Careful, Ben.

The viper's heading into the nest.

And I weren't expecting you.

I know.

Your face.

You're expecting the police maybe?

Huh? - Yeah.

I need to speak to Ibrahim. Go back to your room.

You're a convert. Your parents aren't believers?

Yeah. You know that.

Who recruited you?

What?

Who's your handler?

Who ordered you to change your name to Ibrahim?

What- what are you talking about?

Nobody.

What are you doing?

Cut Jawad's throat.

Why should I cut Jawad's throat?

'Cause I told you.

Yeah, but-

A (Arabic) doesn't ask why.

He does.

I would rather die serving my God.

But if you don't trust me like that,

just...

Just...

I trust you.

Tomorrow you'll go through every routine

that you'll follow on the day itself.

We'll be particularly watching

to see if the mobile system goes down.

That's the most important part of the rehearsal.

We must know whether they are watching us

and be prepared for every outcome.

It must be exactly like the real thing, until you stand out.

Okay.

I got your message.

The dry run's definitely on tomorrow.

Where?

I don't know.

Multiple targets.

All I've got is I'm working with Jawad

and they're watching the mobile networks.

Well we'll keep them up

and I'll have you back every step of the way.

And after?

After?

What happens to them after?

Well once we've got the real bombers,

your cell will be lifted.

This kid I'm working with, he's...

He's barely able-

The kid your with wouldn't think twice

about blowing you, me

and as many other people as possible to bits, right?

Yeah, I know.

Right.

So we get what's coming then?

All right.

Come on, you'd better get back.

I don't know what Sugar Horse is.

I don't know. I don't know who Sugar Horse is.

Sugar Horse.

Sugar Horse? Is that it?

That's what she said.

Tell me about Sugar Horse.

What is it?

No idea. Curve ball, control question maybe.

Nonsense, probably.

Well it seemed pretty important to the interrogator

at the time.

Yes, I'm sure it did.

I thought you'd want to know.

Thank you.

Probably not the best time.

When troubles come.

If it did mean something,

I'd hate to think that I went through all that.

Absolutely.

Okay everyone, eyes down for a full house.

All units in place.

Do we have visuals on Fox's one to three?

Ros?

You can handle a dry run.

Red flash me if anything untoward occurs.

Okay people, let's keep this clean and by the numbers.

We have three Foxes.

Ben is our Hawk.

Oy, fam, where we going?

You don't need to know, bruv.

Yeah, but we're in this together, innit?

Yeah, but it's my responsibility.

And Nadif said I'm not to tell no one.

Yeah, he didn't mean me though.

No one's no one, bruv.

I'm taking it serious.

Come on, let's get the bags.

Looks like the other two bags have been picked up.

Heavier than I thought.

So it'll get used for the real thing, won't it.

Here we go, bruv.

Let's get going.

Hawk and Fox three are on the ground.

Following.

Connie, where are the other principles right now?

Nadif is on his way to work.

Zulu nine following.

Proceeding towards the city.

Fox two mobile on York Road.

Zulu eight, suspect carrying blue holdall.

Following, proceeding north.

We have a visual of Fox one at Bermondsey tube.

Zulu three, eyes on suspect.

Confirmed blue holdall.

So what's the target? Transport?

Too higher risk, so I wouldn't have thought so.

Where then?

Well, if the rule attacks on the same clock, my money?

Spread bet.

Clubs, cinemas, anywhere that maximizes civilian casualties.

I'm looking for a copy of "The Captain's Daughter."

The Gautier, 1891.

I wasn't sleeping.

I think you'd be happier

with a copy of (speaking Russian).

How to get at least 165 eggs from every laying hen?

Very good.

Published in Moscow. 1936.

Very rare.

Hello Bernard.

I wasn't sleeping.

You said.

Just resting your eyes.

How bad?

All right.

I need your help Bernard.

I'd been no good to you Harry.

I've been back in the pavilion for far too long.

You are the best spy catcher the service ever had.

You taught me everything.

Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius?

I have reason to believe the service

has been penetrated at the very highest level.

Well, come on then.

I'll boil you an egg or something.

So on the day here,

mine's gonna go first, right?

Then yours about 10 minutes later.

Catch the ambulances and that.

Alright, so where is it at?

Railway station. What?

Look at them.

Look, if this was for real, no idea.

They'd be like, duh.

And then, yeah, pow.

You shouldn't joke about it, brother.

What?

Toilet.

Not your belly again, man.

Shut up, man.

Oh my god.

Look, (Arabic) will be expecting random suicides,

but we must be cleverer than that.

If you're challenged, if anyone challenges you,

police, whoever, there's a manual trigger

that's part of the handle.

You get challenged, you just pull.

And, paradise.

When the time comes, the second cell will be revealed.

But once you are in

there's no getting out.

Boy.

My go.

Oh, man.

Definitely like it, bruv. You see that?

Oh shit.

This is not a dry run. This is live.

I repeat, this is live.

The devices are viable.

I've still got Hawk and Fox three. They are together.

What about the dry run? The second cell?

There is no second cell. These are the real bombers.

Get Harry, get him now.

Calling armed support, we'll need backup.

They must be watching the mobile network.

Will it be simultaneous or staggered?

Harry's not answering his phone.

Well if we'd have the benefit of watching the dry run,

that's exactly the sort of detail we'd know.

Okay, scramble CO19.

I want firearms cover on all principles.

Likewise bomb disposal.

Lucas, what do you think?

I think they're toying with us.

They wanna detonate bombs while we watch

for maximum embarrassment.

One of them being placed by a serving MI5 officer.

Nadif?

At work, waiting for final signals

so he can detonate remotely.

So if we put the mobile network down-

They detonate where they are.

So we wait for the calls.

Agreed. You got a fix?

Malcolm, you've got a fix on Nadif's mobile?

There's an intermittent mobile signal

but it's very thready.

There's a lot of chop from localized kit.

Okay, keep Nadif contained and await my instruction.

All units status update. Where are our Foxes?

Visual on Fox one heading north along Treadgold Street.

Zulu eight. Fox Two's location?

Zulu eight, Elephant and Castle Market.

Southeast entrance, heading west.

Hawk and Fox three?

Intersection with Grantham Street.

What's the pattern? Could they all be markets?

Could be.

Malcolm, can you extrapolate targets for the rest

based on current location?

On it.

How long on CO19?

They're standing by. Should we take them?

Not yet. They'll have a fallback.

I'd expect a call and response two part code.

Request from the cell leader

for confirmation from the bomber that is in place

acting freely and not under duress.

Malcolm?

That would be my assessment.

If we stop the bombers

before they've made the correct response,

the cell leader could remote detonate.

Zulu eight, Fox two has stopped at north end of market.

Zulu eight. Hold position.

CO19, have eyeball.

We have to put down the mobile phone network.

Not yet.

- Ros. - Not yet.

If we take down the mobile network now they'll know.

They'll have been told to detonate where they are

if the send and receive patterns broken.

We have to be sure, we have to take them out one by one.

We can't have civilians killed by MI5. Not again.

Call coming for Nadif.

Looks like you were right to wait, Ros.

Three, five, nine.

Four, three, one.

Calls cleared.

Numerical call and response code.

I'll look for a pattern in the numbers.

I need bomb disposal to deactivate the device ASAP.

Gold leader Fox two's clear.

Take him.

- Come with us, please. - Out of the way, son.

What are you doing? Hey, get off.

Fox two is down and device neutralized.

Thank you.

High res imaging on the device as soon as you can.

The object itself ASAP. Thanks very much.

One down.

Two to go. Three including Ben's.

Zulu nine, stand by to take Nadif.

Alive if you can. Dead if you have to.

Where's Harry?

He'll get our messages.

Targets for the rest, Malcolm, as soon as you can.

Harry Pearce. Please leave a message.

Want another one?

Are you sure about this Harry?

It's a very serious accusation, you know.

Absolutely.

Somebody has been talking to the Russians.

And this...

what do you call it?

Sugar Horse.

Sugar Horse. Yes.

What was it? An operation?

An agent? An asset?

What?

Let's just leave it at the best kept secret we ever had.

Ah, good lad.

Serves me right for asking.

But whatever it was, your best kept secret,

Boris knows.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

We recently recovered a man we misplaced in Moscow.

They held him for eight years.

His torturers apparently knew about Sugar Horse.

And who at 5 knows?

Hugo Prince, Richard Dolby, the DG, naturally.

Me. That's it.

Well I'd stake my life it's not you, Harry.

The DG?

No.

No, no. Unthinkable.

And if it was Hugo, at least the danger is over.

I did a piece at his memorial. Remember?

Yes, I remember. The Ning Nang Nong thing.

The other possibility. Dolby.

Your new boss?

Now careful, Harry.

Can't make it him just

'cause he is the most frightful little tick.

One must have some proof.

Why can't you put your team onto it?

It's too sensitive for an in-house investigation.

I need an outside eye.

Somebody with discretion.

And you think flattery will get you everywhere?

Is that what it is?

I've gotta go.

Come back when you can, Harry.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

We've got a big problem.

Harry Pearce was just here.

Yeah, some imbecile mentioned Sugar Horse

to one of his officers.

Serious?

It's a disaster.

And Ben?

Staying composed, which is exactly what we need.

I'm on my way back.

Oh, I'm fine as well, thanks very much for asking.

Fortunately I never need to ask about your composure.

Target update, Ros.

Ben and Jawad are moving towards Cresswell Market.

CO19 on standby. Three minutes away.

Tell him to report on arrival.

Well you were right Ros.

Whoever built this wasn't taking any chances.

Three ways to detonate.

Timer, manual detonator and remote.

Nadif knows what he's doing.

Okay, we need to move.

Take Nadif and the remaining Fox.

Let's finish this.

You go there.

Clear.

Target strike.

Put the phone down.

Put your hands above your head. Now.

There's more than one way to be a martyr.

A big fish needs bait.

Visual on Hawk and Fox three.

Lucas, we've got Nadif.

Contain Fox three until bomb disposal get to you.

She's all right, innit?

Hey look, that guy's following us.

What guy?

The calf. Over there, bruv.

Over there.

Fox three's panicking. He could detonate.

I swear I saw him before, innit.

CO19 and Remi should have visual on you any moment.

CO19 standing by.

It's cops, man. Look, it's cops.

We- we got to call Nadif.

Jawad. Listen.

What's going on?

It's over, Jawad.

But I ain't done nothing. What?

Nadif played you. The bombs are live.

Zulu one, CO19 gold leader.

Understand that one friendly on the ground

and request visual ID.

It's all a bit KBS then, we're a bit light on detail.

Which friendly do they mean? Ben or Lucas?

- Armed police. - Armed police.

I'm an MI5 officer.

Authorization revoked.

I've got it. Go.

Don't move your hands. I said don't move your hands.

Jawad.

Do not move. Stop moving.

Don't move your hands.

Do not move. We will shoot you.

Target Fox three. Kill confirmed.

Thank you, gold leader.

One more, we have our fur coat.

Where are the firearms and bomb squad for Finsbury market?

He couldn't have detonated.

I took the charge out of mine in the toilet

and switched bags.

Are you all right?

He was scared.

He was really scared.

Not scared enough

to stop him from going through with it though.

We'll never know now will we.

He thought it was just a rehearsal.

How much pity did he show

when you were watching those internet headings together?

How many tears did he shed?

Come on, let's get you out of here.

New call coming in.

Unknown number.

Tracing now.

Shit.

It's withheld number.

Two, nine, seven, one.

Malcolm.

But he's not the remote detonator.

He's not the remote detonator, and Fox one is still live.

I've worked it out.

Response is four.

Four.

- Seven. - Seven.

- Two. - Two.

- Three. - Three.

Still no trace. Keep him on the line.

Where's Jawad?

Waste man need the toilet, innit,

gave me the code and told me to answer if he called.

Let me speak to him.

He'll be back in a minute.

He's gone.

Not long enough.

We've been played from the start.

He's not the big fish after all.

If it's not Nadif...

Then it has to be the person

that gave us Nadif in the first place.

Marlin.

And it's too late to put down the mobile network.

Clear the area around the target.

Repeat, clear the area around the target.

Suspect must be immobilized immediately.

Take the last Fox down.

Everyone clear the area. Clear the area.

This man has a bomb.

Everybody out to the streets. There's a bomb.

Clear. Now.

Move.

Zulu three, respond.

Zulu three, respond.

Zulu three, respond.

I'm here. I'm here.

I'm here.

Status update, Zulu three.

Talk to me.

Two CO19 officers down.

But no civilian casualties.

Thank you, Zulu three.

All other devices neutralized. We need you back on the grid.

Two fatalities, both ours. No civilians.

Jo?

Still with us.

What the hell happened?

We got our Mr. Big wrong.

Nadif was set up. By Marlin.

Adam's contacting Pakistani intelligence.

He'll be halfway to his Islamabad by now.

We'll get him back.

Brilliant plan.

MI5 watch bombs being delivered.

One of their own become suicide bomber.

We would never have recovered.

We'd have become a byword for incompetence.

A bomb still went off.

And three didn't.

If you had panicked then all the bombs would've detonated.

A massive propaganda victory for Al-Qaeda

as the security services are shown to be

incapable of protecting their own citizens.

That's what they wanted, Ros, and that's what we stopped.

Check every camera.

Marlin could have been nearby when the bomb went off.

You okay?

I will be.

Ben, this was your first undercover op.

If you need to talk about it-

I'm fine.

You were right.

Jawad chose not to be with his family.

Or something he said.

But we all make choices and he chose.

I'd have taken the shot myself.

All right.

My offer stands, if you want to debrief over a beer, on me.

If you...

I know what it's like.

Thanks.

Marlin.

Alright.

He wants to talk to me.

Well what are you gonna do?

Talk to him.

You came alone?

Or is there a sniper with a beat on me right now?

I came alone.

Because you know that one way or another

I'm a dead man.

Because I knew that if you arranged to meet me

and kept the appointment,

you had no intention of running anywhere.

Where's Nadif?

Well he's in a very bad and dark place of course.

It's very clever to make us think

that he was the Mr. Big.

Do you think I am the Mr. Big?

It's just one doll inside another, inside another.

Well you're big enough for now.

I can't let you go.

I'm no longer a part of any of this.

I didn't join them because I believe in their (Arabic).

Although I see it as no worse

than corrupt godless regimes you support.

And why?

My family.

They got to my family.

I would do anything to protect my family from harm.

This is the only way I can protect them now.

Goodbye my friend.

While ultimate authority lies with the head of section D,

the operational running was of course handled

by a senior security officer.

So it would be unfair for any blame to attach to Harry.

I think he's referring to me there, Home Secretary.

I think he might be.

Ros.

No really, Harry, it's fine.

I was in charge of the operation.

I don't have a problem with that.

I don't expect gratitude and I certainly couldn't care less

about people's opinion of me.

That is becoming increasingly apparent.

So sack me.

Get someone better to do the job.

You can't.

So please, let's stop wasting time

trying to find scapegoats.

Our enemy's smart.

If this were easy, it could be dealt with

by the number 10 press office.

Am I right?

Which part of Harry did they use when they cloned you?

One of our officers risked his life undercover.

Two police officers died.

I think we could live with a few bad write-ups.

Or the supercilious smirk from the officer class.

It won't be the last time Al-Qaeda get one past us,

but we'll be better prepared next time.

You were right and I was wrong.

About downgrading the threat level.

Obviously as a politician,

I won't be getting up and announcing that

at the dispatch box.

You'll have to take some flack from the press,

but that goes with the territory.

Having said that, you were right and I was wrong.

I- I- I think-

I have to go and brief the PM.

But there's nothing more to say about it, really.

Good day, everybody.

Thank you Ms. Myers.

Thank you, Home Secretary.

Due to the courage of our security services,

three devices did not explode,

and the one that did cause no civilian casualties.

I cannot guarantee that the bombers will not strike again,

but I can guarantee that we will not hesitate

in our determination

to defeat those for whom death and suffering

is their only currency.

Hey there.

Hey yourself.

I heard you gave the politicians both barrels earlier.

When it comes to politicians,

my only regret is only having the two to give them.

You were right, though.

We've got nothing to reproach ourselves for.

Yeah, we do.

Bastards got one past us.

Ever since I was a little girl,

I've been annoyingly competitive and perfectionist

and that really annoys me.

I bet that annoys your friends as well.

What did you say to Marlin about friends?

Overrated, I think it was.

Not a big one for dinner parties myself.

Colleagues there?

Yeah.

Lovers leave. Friends annoy me.

Families mess with your head.

Colleagues are okay.

Ah.

Where are we starting?

At the very beginning.

That's a good place.

But are they to be trusted?

Yes, they are.

All of them?

All of them.

Even the most senior?

Particularly him.

Harry sweated blood to get you back here.

He'd rather die than anything ever happened to you.

Yeah.

Colleagues are okay.

These files have two things in common.

They represent compromised operations

and they involve Richard Dolby

at either planning or execution level.

And you were careful getting them out?

Of course, like you told me.

You and me.

The old team.