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Who is your contact?

Who has infiltrated the group?

Fueled by
events beyond our borders-

A Pakistani intelligence
officer was stabbed

in South London this morning.

Dickie wants to talk.

Dickie?

Pakistani intelligence.

Mother had a crush on Mountbatten.

Hamid Ahmed,

head of Pakistani Inter-Services
Intelligence division

within the UK, AKA Dickie.

Ros Meyers.

Pleased to meet you.

So who killed your officer?

And before you point
your finger at the Indians,

they're generally more nuanced.

In the past, maybe.

The far right in India is growing.

The leader of the DLU and PLG in Mumbai

has called for Hindu suicide
bombers to target Muslims.

Those organizations,
they're nationalist movements.

None of them have actually
taken root outside of India.

Are you saying that they're
bringing the fight here?

Times are hard in your country.

Views becoming more polarized.

Hindu-Muslim conflict in Asia
is sending shockwaves here

and Britain's streets are
fertile ground for violence.

What was your man working on?

An asset of his had infiltrated a group

of Hindu nationalists.

Over here?

We've got no intelligence on this.

Who is your asset?

A student. Ashok Veerkal.

It's a Hindu name, but
he's an Indian Muslim.

So this Hindu group took
Ashok as one of their own.

Exactly.

They are led by a young
man, Harish Dhillon.

Dhillon is planning some
kind of terror event

aimed at the Muslim community in London.

And you didn't think we
should know about this?

There are 2 million
Muslims in this country

and over half a million Hindus.

An event like this could
precipitate the kind of unrest

unseen on these shores
since the English Civil War.

Your asset is now ours.

I'll have to brief the home secretary.

Get the team together,

find out whatever you
can about Harish Dhillon.

Do you think the 6
billion could be linked

to the dead Pakistani
intelligence officer?

Let's keep an open mind, shall we?

Sarah?

Officially? Back at Langley.

Unofficially?

On the run. Could be
anywhere in the world.

No point asking the cousins,

because if she is Nightingale,
anyone over there could be.

Whoever this organization
are, they've got more reach,

influence, and financial
clout than most nation-states.

Ros?

Anything at Sarah's?

We've been
through the floor twice.

There's nothing.

Leave it. We have a situation.

Got you.

Ah.

Home Secretary.

Sir Harry, great to meet you.

How are you?

Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

They said it was urgent.

It is rather.

We believe there is a high-profile attack

being planned on the Muslim
community in this country.

This can't happen.

And the pressure the
country has been under

over the past two years has
exposed its fault lines.

If an attack like this were
to be allowed to take place-

It won't be, Home Secretary.

No.

So who's planning this attack?

The far right?

Not as we know it.

Then who?

Pakistani intelligence
have given us this man,

Harish Dhillon.

British-born, 32 years old, graduates.

Couple of arrests in his early twenties

for violent assaults, both on Muslims.

Got a temper then.

Yeah, Dhillon's flirted
with extreme nationalist views

since he was a teenager.

But now he's developed into
a full-blown extremist.

But it was the beating
of his 12-year-old sister

by a group of Muslim youths
two months ago in Wimbledon

that appears to have
pushed him over the edge.

She's still on life support.

It's touch and go whether she'll live.

What do we know about the man

that killed the Pakistani
intelligence officer?

Victor Chatterjee.

Mid-level operative for hire.

More of a facilitator slash organizer

than the kind of man
to get his hands dirty.

Hindu or Muslim?

Actually Protestant.

He's Anglo-Indian.

The chameleon.

Moves with ease between various religious,

ethnic, and linguistic groups,

both on the subcontinent

and within the South Asian diaspora.

All things to all men.

Not for much longer by the looks of it.

Onlookers in the
market say they heard a shot.

Have we checked A&Es?

Yep, and the quacks.

Have the police
go over the area again.

He can't have got far in that state.

What is that in his hand?

It's a bagh nakh, a tiger's claw.

Traditional Indian weapon
in use since medieval times.

You don't see many of
them about these days.

Not outside of display cabinets.

Thanks, Ruth.

So what's my way in?

Ashok Veerkal, Pakistani asset.

Meet him. Find out how
dangerous Dhillon is.

Could be compromised if his
handler gave him up to Victor.

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

Remember why we're doing this.

A thousand years ago,

Muslim army swept into
India, Europe, and the East,

imposed their empire and
faith by sword and fire.

Since then

they've been eating away our
motherland like a cancer,

and now they're doing the same thing here.

Who doesn't live in fear of
being shoved up against a wall

and searched under anti-terror laws?

Publicly humiliated in
front of anyone who happens

to be walking by in front of your girl?

And pissed up idiots call you Osama.

Spit at you in the street.

Enough is enough!

Muslims have to understand
that they're not the only ones

who are prepared to give up everything

for what they believe!

You opened
Sarah's memory stick yet?

I'm still working on it.

It's a complicated password.

Complicated girl.

Aren't they all?

Not that complicated.

She's the only member of
Nightingale we know about

and that memory stick
is the only link to her.

So stay on it.

Right.

In the meantime, how
do I contact this Ashok?

Email.

His handler opened a
standard email account.

Anytime he needed to contact him,

he went online, wrote his message.

Instead of sending it,
he saved it to draft.

Simple but effective.

All the rage with Al-Qaeda.

Go ahead.

Let's see if he bites.

Ashok.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter who I
am. I'm here to help you.

You're MI-5.

Where's the Pakistani who waved me off?

Something was wrong.

He was being cautious.

I said, where is he?

He's on his way home.

Long leave.

You've been handed over to us.

Right.

Interesting choice.

Right now you're not in any trouble.

Cooperate, you won't be.

All I wanted was a game of football.

White kids won't play
with me 'cause I'm Asian.

Pakistani kids won't
hang out with an Indian.

Just a kick about, that's all.

I don't wanna hurt anyone.

How serious is Dhillon?

As a heart attack.

He wants to kill Muslims.

Could be likes to talk.

Nah, he's a doer.

What's the target?

Plays it tight. Somebody calls him.

Who?

No idea. They talk in Sanskrit.

Look, Dhillon's a nutter.

Just go arrest him before it's too late.

Someone's running him.

I need to know who that is.

You need to find out for me.

No. No way.

Any second they're gonna
find out what I am,

who I really am, and kill me.

Do you seriously think
I'd ask you to do this

if there was the slightest
chance Dhillon suspected you?

Yeah, I do.

I read all about what you lot
get up to on the internet.

Come on. Let's go.

Normal people like you are
gonna die unless we find out

when and where the attack
is gonna take place.

Women, children.

You're the only person that
can stop this from happening.

No!

Listen to me.

When you found out what
these boys were doing,

you could have walked away, right?

But you didn't.

You stepped up. Why?

If I do this for you,
get you what you want,

you cut me loose for good.

Make sure nobody else messes with me.

Pakistanis, Indians,
bloody martians, nobody.

Deal?

Deal.

I need the names and
numbers of the other boys

in Dhillon's group.

It's all in there, under football.

When's the next meet?

Lunchtime, sports center.

Dhillon has a controller.

Someone that calls and
speaks to him in Sanskrit.

We'll need a translator.

We won't have anyone
in house who speaks it.

Sanskrit's a ceremonial language.

It's only spoken in a handful

of traditional institutions in India.

Try the pre-vetted list.

Tariq.

Names and numbers of the
other boys in Dhillon's group.

If the Sanskrit guy
calls, I want it recorded,

traced, and a team on
standby to pick him up.

Ruth, you said Victor
Chatterjee was a linguist.

Yeah.

You think Victor's the controller?

He killed Ashok's handler. It fits.

Question is who's behind Victor?

Who's controlling him?

Wait.

So it's possible the handler
gave Ashok up to Victor

before he was killed?

Well, the boy's cover could be blown.

You can't send him back.

We have to send him in there.

Wear a wire, get the target
from the horse's mouth.

We have to take that risk.

No, well, he has to take the risk.

17-year-old boy has to take the risk.

Put this on.

There's a mic in the strap.

And this goes in your ear.

Means we can have a two-way conversation.

Won't be visible.

I've got the cavalry with me.

First sign of trouble, we'll be in.

Ashok, try to get Dhillon alone.

Girl, huh?

Eat with me.

Where are you from?

Over there, in Punjab, you?

Same, Kasur.

It's Pakistan now, right?

Mm-hmm.

My family came over after partition.

They say it was beautiful.

You've never been?

Muslims live in my grandparents' house.

Sit at their tables, eat
rice from their fields.

This thing is close now, yeah?

Easy.

Scared?

Me? No.

I mean, these Muslims
have to be shown, right?

You have to make a stand.

It has to be done.

You have doubts, though.

I see it in your eyes sometimes.

It's all right.

I had them too.

Before what happened to my sister,

I didn't know what to do with
the way, you know, I felt.

But I was lucky.

I met somebody.

He showed me the way.

Destiny.

Come, let me show you the way.

Boys, come.

We got business.

Ruth, I'm not happy with this.

Dhillon's on the move.

Copy that, Lucas.

Yes! I'm into Sarah's memory stick.

Godse. Open it.

What is it?

Reciprocal cipher.

Substitution code.

I thought this girl was complicated.

Each number's a letter, but
she's offset it by 13 spaces.

Victor is Dhillon's controller.

Pull everything else
off the memory stick.

Victor's name.

It's on Sarah Caulfield's memory stick,

listed under Godse, the Hindu
Nationalist who shot Gandhi.

Victor's working with Sarah.

Then Dhillon, these boys, and the attack

are all part of Nightingale's plan.

They're provoking this race hatred,

creating terrorists for their own ends.

Okay, this is
a Steyr MP 69 9 millimeter.

Trespass trap. Crap.

No, no, no.

Clip holds 39 mil rounds.

Magazine's inserted in
the pistol grip like so.

Watch out because the ejected cases

spit out fast from the right.

So don't piss yourself when
the gun ain't even loaded.

Get a feel
for it, pass it round.

Boom.

Wait.

Stay calm, Ashok. I've brought you back.

I've got something else.

These two short numeric codes
listed under Victor's name.

They're dates, the day of
the attack and the day after.

Two dates.

Two attacks.

Victor's running two cells.

But only he knows the
identity of the members

of the second cell and their target.

If we pull Dhillon now, we lose any chance

of finding Victor and
stopping Nightingale.

And assuming that the second
attacks in a public place

like the first, God knows
how many lives are at risk.

Call CO19.

Tomorrow morning.

Ashok, we need the target.

We leave from here at 10.

Ashok.

What's the target?

That'll wait-

Burton Street Mosque.

Okay, Ashok, we're coming in.

Lucas] Lucas, there's a second cell.

Pull back. Pull back.

We're all committed now.

Change of plan.
We're standing down.

Keep your nerve.

Ruth, anything from GCHQ?

No, no chatter about
an attack on either day

and I flag that we're not
dealing with the usual suspects.

Victor?

Still nothing from the hospitals.

Or from the morgues.

Friends, family, anyone
could have helped him?

Victor Chatterjee.

Only child, both parents
dead, no property here.

Family had extensive
lands in eastern India,

but they lost everything
when we pulled out in '47.

Those Anglo-Indians, they were
associated with British rule.

Nationalists consider them collaborators.

He's a loner.

Nothing to live for and nothing to lose.

So where the hell is he?

Anyone in here?

You all right, mate?

Can you tell me what's happened?

Sanskrit expert's here.

Lucas, let's put the
translator through his paces.

He references the age of Kali,

a time in which the right
hand will deceive the left

and the left-

The left, the right.

When men of lies teach truth

and the old betray the
innocence of the young.

Eight years reading sabbatical.

What else?

He tells the younger man

there is something wrong
with one of his people.

Name?

No name.

Does he have any clue
as to his identity?

I don't think he knows.

What do you mean think?

This language is like a woman.

A thing of beauty, many shades.

Charming.

Lucas.

Dhillon's only got five boys
to choose his traitor from.

So we either send in your boy blind or-

Tell him there's a one in five chance

Dhillon's gonna cut his throat

and ask him nicely if he
minds taking the risk.

He's scared to death as it is.

But if they expose him,

they'll close down and run for cover.

We'll lose Victor

and any chance of preventing
the second attack.

I'll have to go back to Ashok.

Ashok.

Don't look around.

I need you to go back in there.

But you said you were taking him in.

What's the problem?

You're always busting in on Asians

in the middle of the night
and dragging them away.

We need to let this
run for a bit longer.

Find out who's controlling Dhillon.

Something's wrong.

He suspects me. I know he does.

Dhillon called.

He wants to meet at the
center an hour from now.

He never calls himself.
He must be on to me.

Could be anything. Go.

Go? Are you for real?

I got other plans, like staying alive.

Come on, you know the target, the time.

We had a deal.

If you don't show up, he'll
know that we're onto him.

He's going to kill me.

I'm out.

You're gonna be at that
sports center one hour from now.

Yeah? Or what?

Or I'll see that a few Asians

are dragged outta their beds tonight,

starting with your mom and dad.

You know what?

You, the Pakistani, Dhillon,
you're all the same.

Different flag, different God, same game.

Playing with people's lives.
What gives you the right?

Who the hell do you think you are?

I'm whoever I need to
be to get this job done,

to save those lives that you
don't seem to care about.

And my life? What about that?

In the big balance of things,
that ain't worth shit, yeah?

I am not gonna let Dhillon hurt you.

You have my word.

Your word?

That means something, does
it? The word of a liar.

If anything happens, I will know.

You'll be wearing a wire.

Thousands of lives are at stake.

Be there.

Tariq, I need you to
hijack a mobile phone.

Stick with me,

you'll never have to pay
your own calls again.

You out there, liar man?

You better have my back on this.

I have it.

Tariq? All good?

No worries.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's up?

Problem.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Somebody's playing both sides.

No way.

Kamlesh thinks it's you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Know what?

You're right.

I'm Muslim.

MI-5 listen to every word we say.

You're all under arrest.
Assume the position.

You were the only one
interested in the target.

Why was that, Ashok, huh?

Hmm?

If I'm gonna die, I wanna know where.

What for?

There's one way we can sort this out.

If he's Muslim, he's cut.

Anyone seen our boy in the shower?

No.

Drop your pants.

You don't wanna scare me.

Drop them.

He's circumcised.
They'll know he's Muslim.

They'll kill him.

Tariq, I need that phone now.

Nearly there.

Turn your phones off.

Ashok, get him to answer it.

Turn it off.

I'm trying to turn it
off. It won't shut down.

Make him answer
it or you're gonna die.

Nerves, is it, Kamlesh?

Something you're hiding from us?

Answer it.

This dumb thing's busted!

Answer it.

Tariq.

Got it.

On speaker.

Ashok.

Let's all have a listen, hmm?

Do it.

Dhillon, look-

Do it!

Hello?

Islamic brother,
what happened at the meet? Huh?

Give me that.

You have the target yet?

Give me that.

Listen, there's some kind of setup.

Now!

Who's this?

What's this, Kam?

I don't know what that is.

What do you mean you
don't know what this is?

This is your mobile!
- I don't know what it is!

I know this is my phone.
- This is your mobile!

You should know what's in this, Kam!

This is your mobile!

What do you mean you
don't know what this is?!

It's your mobile phone!

I shouldn't have doubted you.

We stay here tonight.

He killed him.

I had no choice. It was him or Ashok.

Still I-

Tariq.

They were gonna kill innocent people.

Where are we on the
Burton Street Mosque?

Board have been briefed.

I was suitably vague.

CO19 will be in place front and back.

We have eyes on Dhillon
and the others overnight.

When they move in the
morning we'll be waiting.

Good.

Lucas, I want you on them with a team

from the moment they leave
a sports center tomorrow.

Tariq, you will be suitable
cover with a professor overnight

in case Victor contacts Dhillon, okay?

We've got nothing till he makes that call.

Why don't I take the first
shift with the professor?

You get some rest.

Anything on Victor?

Dhillon's 12-year-old sister Kiran.

One of the boys that did it.

He wanted to be seen.

Victor Chatterjee.

Was sitting in a car
parked across the street

when the attack on the girl took place.

Now, if I was a less moral woman,

I mean, if I was looking
for a right-wing Hindu,

somebody prepared to
carry out an atrocity here

and there wasn't one...

You'd make one.

Dhillon's been
manipulated from the start.

Nightingale's played him.

We can use that.

We can't risk pulling in Dhillon.

We're still totally unsighted
on the second attack.

If we don't find Victor, then hundreds,

possibly thousands of people will die.

Nightingale knows that
an attack of this nature

will have repercussions

that will lead to chaos
and even more deaths.

We have to let this one run, Ruth.

It's the right call.

Really.

Coffee?

No, thank you.

My brother fought with
the Indian National Army

during the last world war.

Against the British?

Oh, he was manipulated by
the Japanese into thinking

that by fighting the British,
they could liberate India.

In that sense, he's not so very
different from this Dhillon.

If I had been there when
he took his commitment,

perhaps I could have persuaded
him to take another course.

Dhillon's a terrorist.

Your brother wore a uniform.

And yet you executed him.

Do not underestimate this
Victor. He's a Bengali.

They are many things, but
above all, they are poets,

for whom love and hate
are worth dying for.

Anything yet?

No, nothing.

Still no
communication from Victor.

They're late.

They're out.

What's with the bags?

You'll see.

They're on the move.

If Victor calls, it'll be soon.

I'll be with the professor.

Can you keep me updated?

Sure.

Tariq.

Got it. Victor's at Hellsdene Street.

That's as close as I can
get. I'll keep working on it.

What did he say to Dhillon?

They are to visit another place.

Lucas, Burton Street
Mosque is no longer the target.

You have to maintain visual.

Shit!

Ros, we've lost them.

Target's changed.

Take Victor.

He's mine.

Evacuate every mosque
within a mile radius

of Burton Street.

Talk to me, Ashok.

He switched the attack. I need
you to get the new target.

What's going down?

Nothing to worry about. Be patient, bro.

Shit!

Tariq, come on, Hellsdene Street.

Can you give me any more?

North end.

Dropped your potato peeler.

I want both targets.

What's so important to you

that you couldn't risk
going to hospital, Victor?

Hmm? What's worth dying for?

Not Nightingale.

You're just the hired help.

Not the money.

That's no good to a dead man, is it?

This is about revenge, isn't it?

Half my family's lands
were left in East Pakistan,

half in India.

Muslims on one side, Hindus on the other.

Both sides tore everything from us.

This is about justice.

The second attack's Muslims on Hindus.

Send him over!

What do you threaten a man
with who isn't afraid to die?

Over here, Dickie!

Pakistani intelligence.

I believe you murdered one
of his officers yesterday.

Dickie will make sure
you get to see a doctor.

Of course.

You will need to be in a tip-top condition

to survive in Karachi Central Jail.

There you have it.

You tell me the targets,
I leave you here to die.

Don't tell me, I make sure you live.

A Protestant in Karachi jail?

Fate worse than death.

All yours, Dickie.

Wait!

You cannot stop the first attack now.

Where is it?

Tavistock Park College.

Muslim sixth form college on Waver Road.

Lucas.

On my way.

The second cell?

Come on, Victor.

You'll get everything you
want from the first attack.

You've got your revenge.

A rented house.

17 Hastings Way.

Ruth.

The second cell's at 17 Hastings Way.

Take him away.

You said he was ours.

Well, I lied. Goes with the territory.

Next time you get wind
of something like this,

make sure you have Harry
Pearce on speed dial.

ETA, Lucas?

Two minutes away.

Yep.

CO19 won't go into the college.

They're only dealing with the second cell.

Get me the home secretary.

Home Secretary.

Home Secretary, we have a problem. CO19-

Yeah, I know, Harry.

I gave the order not to intervene.

We're going to negotiate.

We believe Dhillon's intention
is to kill those girls.

I'm sorry. I can't
risk a British Beslan.

Home Secretary, if Hindu
nationalists murder those girls,

the repercussions will
tear this country apart.

I know. You're absolutely right.

But if they don't,

if those girls are
caught in the crossfire,

cut down by CO19 bullets,

Muslim teenagers murdered
by British police officers

on the order of the home
secretary, what then?

Move! Move now!

Either way we play this,
we lose. People will die.

But if the British
government is responsible

for the deaths of those girls,

we will lose the trust

of every ordinary Muslim in this country.

And once we lose that, we lose any chance

of stopping the bloodshed once it begins.

Our CO19 are dealing with the
Muslim cell at Hastings Way.

I'm doing as much as I can, Harry.

Trust me.

The CO19 say you have a man in there.

He's en route, yes.

Then stop
him and wait for negotiators.

Absolutely.

Where the hell is CO19?

They've been stood down, Lucas.

I'm going in.

No, Lucas!

Dhillon's gonna kill Ashok.

He's gonna torch them all.

Lucas-

Harry, I gave him my word.

Get up.

Get up!

Leave her alone!

What do you think you're doing?!

Shut up, get back!

No, let her speak.

Whatever your problem is,

it's nothing to do with us.

Oh, you're full of it, aren't you?

But you let them make you wear this?!

I wear it because I'm proud of who I am!

Say it again! Say it again!

Let her go.

I said let her go.

What?

Go!

This is wrong.

Whatever you believe,
this has to be wrong.

You betrayed us.

You let Kamlesh die in your place.

Who are you?

I'm Muslim.

You shared my food! You ate with me!

Please!

These girls, they've
done nothing. Let 'em go.

Open up the other bags.

In a short time from now,

when the world is watching
when this place burns

and we die with them in a purifying fire.

Brothers, are you with me?

Easy.

Stay there.

I just wanna talk to Dhillon.

See?

I'm unarmed.

Stay there. I will shoot.

No, you won't.

Get back, I said.

I will shoot you!

I'm not joking.

I will shoot you.

I'll shoot you.

- I'm not gonna stop.
- Get back!

- I'll shoot you!
- I'm gonna walk

right past you.

I'm not joking. I'll shoot you!

You're not gonna fire that weapon.

Get back!

By our offering,

everyone will know that we,
the Hindus, are their ally

in the fight against the
evil plague of Islam.

Stay calm! I'm unarmed.

MI-5. What do you
think you're doing here?

Making a stand.

Against school girls?

Against Muslims!

He's not with us, but
our enemy's the same.

Is that what he told you?

No.

We hate Hindus as much as we hate Muslims.

What the hell is he doing?

Is he goading him?

Come on, don't tell me
you've forgotten the raj.

Divine rule.

We set you on each other like dogs.

Hindu against Muslim,
Muslim against Hindu.

Islam has been the enemy of the Hindutva

for a thousand years!

And here you are, still at it.

We did a bang-up job, don't you think?

Drop your weapons.

Please tell me you're not
buying what he's selling.

So what is this master plan?

Torture few Muslim school girls

and we embrace you as
our long lost brothers

in the crusade against Islam?

He knows nothing!

No?

Well, how about this for something.

Victor Chatterjee, your recruiter,

and the man who put your sister
on a life support machine.

Same person.

Lies.

Don't listen. He's lying.

A few days between the
attack on your sister

and the time Victor first contacted you.

Coincidence?

Dhillon, got him on CCTV smiling

as those kids beat the out of her.

Victor planned the whole thing, Dhillon.

So, are you gonna stake your
lives on this man's say-so?

Or their lives?

Face it.

You've all been played.

Go, get out!

Ashok, no!

Bela, Bal!

Wait!

Let her go!

You've got less than
a second to light that

before this bullet impacts your brain.

What?

Stay out of this!

Let me speak to him!

Go on.

When I first started playing
football with you guys-

Stay away!

Do as he says.

I felt I belonged.

And then I found out all this
other stuff, all this hate.

We're from the same place, same blood.

You're Muslim.

My people chose to pray a different way

because they believed
that was the right way.

Because they wanted to...

Who knows?

We are still brothers!

All I'm saying is see this for what it is.

Destiny.

Take the shot, Lucas.

Strike them now and you are no different

to those kids who strap on bombs.

You've become what you hate.

Whoever this Victor is, he
chose you because you care.

He saw that was your weakness.

But caring, that can be
a strength too, yeah?

This girl's, what?

Two, three years older than your sister?

Open your eyes.

Those guys who did your sister in.

You do not want to be like them, do you?

You don't wanna be like
them. Just let her go.

It's okay.

Don't. It's okay.

Okay.

Wait there!

You wait there!

Don't do it!

Don't you move! I will do it!

I will do it!

I will, I will do it!

You stay there! I will, I will, I will!

Please don't do it!

You stay there! I will, I will, I will!

Ros, it's over.

Thank you, Lucas.

Thank you.

The home secretary wants to see you.

Thank you.

Victor played him like you played me.

Liar man.

We've let it be known that
one of the boys involved

in the school attack
was dating a girl there.

Okay.

And the second cell, the Muslim extremists

that Victor had set up
for the attack tomorrow?

In custody.

We're letting it play

that it was an Al-Qaeda sponsored attack.

Which is what they believe themselves.

Do you know what the target was?

A Hindu temple.

We had a close shave today.

Yes.

And you believe that Victor Chatterjee

was behind the whole thing?

We're looking into it,

but yes, I believe so, Home Secretary.

Good.

Any particular reason you lied to him

about all this being down to Victor?

Prefer to think of
it as an equivocation.

I think Nightingale drove
his predecessor from office.

You think Lawrence could be theirs?

Anything can happen.

Never trust an overnight success.

Not trusting a boss.

Not really a position we can
sustain for any length of time.

Can't take any chances.

Not against an enemy like this.

Now we're seeking to
confirm initial reports

of a series of global terror
attacks by isolated groups

of Muslims and Hindus in both
the US and continental Europe,

attacks that appear to
have already provoked-

There have been simultaneous attacks

in the US and Holland.

Riots have been widespread,

whilst here in North
London, police have arrested

what appears to be a Muslim terror cell

in what could be a connected event.

Tensions are running high in
the wake of recent attacks.

This was never about the UK.

This is global.

Nightingale.

The final piece is falling into place.

Now, following the unexpected death

of Pakistan's chief of
military command, Jaffa Hasni

in a road accident yesterday,

his replacement, General Azim Ali,

has already been outspoken
in his condemnation

of the attacks on Muslim targets.

It's him. Ali.

He's on Sarah's memory stick.

Concern in some quarters

in the light of his right wing
and some would say outspoken-

But he's theirs.

Nightingale's man is
running the Pakistani army.

They're forcing India and
Pakistan into open conflict.

Or worse.

Nuclear war.

1999 Nuclear doctrine,

stating India will not be the first

to initiate a nuclear strike,

but will respond with punitive retaliation

should deterrence fail.