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Kingsley.

Flight 288476 is now boarding at gate nine.

Hold on.

50 minutes ago a routine scan

at London Airport picked up a trace

reading of 200 milliverts on a baggage cart,

the 6:30 flight from Athens.

That level indicates a small

but powerful amount of unaccounted for,

unstable radioactive material, an orphan source.

It was too late to recall the baggage

or discover which bag it actually was.

Then we pull in everyone who was on the plane.

We might not need to.

This man was on that flight

passport in the name of Matthew Wilkinson.

But the photo is John Douglas Grier, Johnny.

Hardline anarchist and anti-capitalist,

numerous convictions for violent offenses.

He planned a major bombing campaign

against industrialists in Germany in 2002.

We think he's been hiding out in Greece with what's left

of the October 16 anarchist terror group.

We're thinking dirty bomb?

Yes, all major government buildings,

financial institutions,

and likely terror targets have been warned.

Known affiliations?

Anarchist pals all over.

He's a hero to the new generation.

Grier's a lone wolf.

He's hyper paranoid, very cautious, trust no one.

He's extremely volatile.

We need to be careful.

Only one weak spot, he has a younger sister, Natalie.

She's 27, admin assistant at London City Transport.

We suspect Grier's been sneaking back into the UK

once a year or so to see her.

She's our best bet finding him

and the source as soon as possible.

Any nuclear threat takes automatic precedence.

The investigation into Tariq's death will be frozen.

All resources go into finding Grier.

So that's it, we're dropping it?

Officially we have to, Grier takes priority,

but can you work both operations simultaneously?

Yeah, no worries.

Tariq was trawling CCTV the night he died,

looking for the people who stole our laptop

if that's the reason he was killed, we need to know.

Forgive me if my mouth is dry, Harry,

I've just been blowing smoke up the arse of big business.

So what fresh new hell do you have for me today?

An anarchist terrorist in possession of nuclear material.

Whereabouts unknown.

You know what plans to do with it?

He has experience with explosives.

We're anticipating a dirty bomb.

The right location, the correct amount of propellant.

Three mile area could be irradiated.

One day you'll bring me some good news.

A lot of our methods won't work on Grier.

Going undercover with the sister is our only way in,

but we have to do it before Johnny makes contact.

How much does she know about what he's done?

That's something you'll need to find out.

Natalie does internet dating.

So we're honey trapping her, even though she's innocent.

Right now,

she's our only way of finding John Grier.

Even if she is innocent, she still might be loyal to him.

We have to find that radioactive material.

So we need to do this now.

We can't have backup too close.

If Grier shows, he could spot them.

Things turn nasty you'll be on your own.

Do you want a weapon?

No, it's just another thing we risk him finding.

Preloaded with the legend, but it also detects radiation.

The spray is a cobalt solution we can use to track Grier.

It's not that reliable, but we can't risk

putting a conventional tracker on him.

He'd find it.

Got me a date.

Bumped your profile

to the top of her match list.

She's been gazing at photos of you for the last 40 minutes,

so are you free tonight Ryan?

Natalie.

Ryan, hi.

Said in your profile you like red,

so asked for the reddest one they had.

I've been sat here for 10 minutes.

I could have come up with something better than that.

Should I give you another 10, yeah?

How about you?

You got brothers, sisters?

No, no, it's just me.

Another one?

Or we could just get one from the offie.

You go.

Thank you.

♪ There's a dark soul ♪

So are you a dancer, Ryan?

Well, I'm only doing it to put myself through college.

You wanna get that?

Don't you think we're a bit drunk for that?

Well, I'm not and if you are, hard luck.

Whoa, sorry.

I need to sit down, too much red wine.

♪ There's a dark place ♪

♪ There's a dark soul hiding underneath your skin ♪

♪ There's a dark place ♪

One of your friends checking up on me?

You okay?

Yeah.

Look, Ryan,

I don't really know what we're doing here.

I mean, you don't seem very.

It's just we're both a little drunk

and I wouldn't want to ruin.

Yeah, I've heard this one before.

I get you a cab number.

♪ There's a dark ♪

I got.

♪ There's a dark place ♪

You've changed your tune.

Not really, you just weren't listening.

Harry, I'm going home.

Was there anything?

Yes, come in close the door.

Elena's communicates from whoever's posing as me,

I need to collect them from her tomorrow,

but I can't risk being seen with her again.

And you're the last person I want to ask,

but you're the only one I can, believe me.

Don't, it's fine, I'll do it.

I need your help today.

I have to meet Harry to give him the messages I received

so he can find out who really wrote them.

Why did you do it?

Sasha, what's wrong?

Did you know about me,

the missing officer, in Italy,

he saw you with Harry.

He was your friend.

I had to stop him.

He was going to tell cousin, it would've been the end.

So I need to know why you betrayed us.

My mother and father,

the grandparents you never knew.

They told me their coffins were closed

because their car had caught fire.

Three months before they died,

they were photographed in a park

talking with some dissidents who were under surveillance.

My parents didn't die in a car accident.

They were executed by the KGB.

I'm so sorry, Sasha, I am so sorry.

Morning.

Morning.

You Natalie's flatmate?

No, I'm her brother.

You are?

I'm Ryan.

She said she didn't have any brothers or sisters.

I'm the black sheep.

When'd you two meet?

Not that that's any of your business but last night.

Get off me.

Johnny, Johnny, stop it, Johnny.

What are you doing get off him, get off him.

He's not who he says he's Nat.

Oh my God, Johnny.

Not this shit again, shut up.

I'm sorry Ryan, this is my brother.

Whatever.

You said you didn't have a brother.

Well what do you expect?

I don't see you for months, years sometimes.

I don't know when you're gonna show up.

Don't.

Hey.

Please, for me, all right.

Ryan, look mate, I'm sorry about all that.

Now I've got trust issues.

Come on, we'll have a nice cup of tea together,

get to know each other.

Natalie, call me if you want to go out again.

Ryan, Ryan.

Grier's at Natalie's,

got a positive radiation reading from his jacket.

Check the data.

It's just a trace amount.

He doesn't have the source with him.

Well he's had more than enough time

to stash it somewhere secure.

He's been in the country for 24 hours.

He could be anywhere.

I sprayed his jacket, you should be able to track him.

Keep eyes on him.

I can't, I had to walk away.

He already suspects me.

He attacked me.

Walking will at least make him wonder if he was right.

I might still be able to use this cover.

I've got Grier, strong signal.

He's heading south.

But we're not surveilling anyone out that way.

It's where our pet estate agent is, where Dimitri works.

Control.

Grier's on his way

to the estate agents less than 10 minutes away.

You need to be there now.

Control, I'm not gonna make this.

Can I help you?

Yeah, is Ryan around?

He's at a viewing.

Well that's where I'm supposed to be.

Do you have an address?

46 Shemborn Street.

Should I call him?

He's on his way.

Thanks Naomi.

Okay.

What you doing here?

How long have you been an estate agent for?

What?

10 years, how did you know I was here?

We all right about this morning?

Yeah.

Come here, come here.

You're insane, you know that.

Now, it has been said before, see you later.

Ryan, look Ryan.

If you wanna see my sister, that's fine.

Don't let me put you off, all right?

All right?

Control, I think we've got him.

Grier's on the move.

The signal's intermittent,

but I've got six teams on standby

ready for hands off surveillance.

Plus the nine units already on Johnny's known associates.

Make sure they vary their patterns every 30 minutes

and those on Grier never get direct eye line to him.

Yeah.

Any of our teams get made

and we are never finding that orphan source.

Cal with me, we'll take point on him ourselves.

About to have an eyeball on Grier

Omega team stand down.

We have the target.

Control, see if you can trace a call from a phone box on.

Ah, nevermind.

Team are tailing one of Grier's old pals in Layton Stone.

She just got a phone call.

Looks like she's heading the same way.

It could be a meet.

Quite a party.

This is bigger than we thought.

Control, Grier and other potential suspects

are meeting in the center of West Hyatt Park.

We need tails on all of them.

From other sections.

Do we have the osprey?

On its way.

This just seem to be getting a private audience.

Receiving images,

identifying who we can.

Okay, a few are on low alert watch lists,

but the man talking to Grier is Joe Blakeson,

tried but never convicted of supplying the detonators

for Grier's previous terror effort.

They're leaving, I'll take Blakeson on foot,

hand Johnny over to Kappa team.

You get back to the grid.

Harry thought it was better

not to risk another meet with you so soon.

And you are the one he sends?

Do you have the communicate?

My name's Ruth.

I saw how you were together at the reception Ruth,

Harry loves you, doesn't he?

I have no idea

how to answer that question or why I ever would.

But he trusts you though.

Not completely.

You can't expect complete trust from a man like Harry.

He can't even give that to himself.

It's okay, he brought me.

Where's Pearce?

It wasn't safe for him to come.

I want to know, when you find out about the messages,

Harry comes to me, he owes me that,

we have to go.

Thank you Ruth.

So we've got Grier's trust.

Question is, how do we use it to find the orphan source?

Calum and I saw Grier use a notebook.

We have to get a look at it.

It's the only place he probably writes anything down.

Dimitri find a pretext to get back in there tonight.

But I only met the guy this morning.

If I go back in this soon it'll look suspicious.

Agreed.

But we can't afford to play the long game.

We still face the threat of an imminent dirty bomb attack

and Grier may be the only person

who knows where the source is.

We can't pull him in.

Especially now there's a second

serious operator like Blakeson in the mix.

We'll have to push it and accept the risk of doing so.

Hello.

Special Security Advisor, home office,

security analyst, Grand Visier, whatever title you like,

we'll create a new role for you.

Discuss it over dinner with me tonight.

I expect a warmly patriotic reply.

Of course, home secretary.

Someone will be in touch.

Ryan.

Hi, this morning was a bit.

Yeah.

Is there somewhere nice

we could have a drink around here?

No, but let's go anyway, just gimme a sec.

Come in.

You looking for something?

Dropped a quid.

It is nice to see you again so soon.

Nat and I are going for a drink.

Join us if you like,

as long as you promise not to attack me again.

Yeah, why not?

I thought it would be a good idea

to get your mad brother inside

if we're gonna see each other.

Right.

17th of November, 1982.

Mists aren't parting.

The Kislov Ballet only performed in West Berlin once

on that date.

Yes, it was Elena's cover,

where Ilya thought she was going for the evening.

There's no mention of it in the records.

It wasn't an official operation.

One of the messages does mention that night

and as it wasn't a sanctioned op,

I'm assuming not that many people knew about it.

Just me, Elena and Jim Kova.

Harry, if Jim Kova wrote these messages,

if he tricked Elena into thinking he was you,

then we need to consider that he was involved

in the attempted hit on Gavrig.

Got the notebook?

No, I looked in his jacket.

He must have hidden it somewhere.

Look, I've got them out the house.

Give you a chance to do a search.

You know, really got,

seriously, talking the arms dealers, right?

Right now you've got dictator A right who plays ball?

Great, so we sell them our bombs.

Now dictator B's not towing the line.

So what do we do?

We drop him on his head.

Now either way, the bastards has always made sure

there's a demand going on.

Photograph, mark and replace.

Expect anti surveillance measures.

Ah, Johnny knows everything.

His teachers always used to say

he'd ever change the world or end up in prison.

He's tried both.

Been to prison, what for?

Oh, just stupid stuff.

He has crazy ideas about things.

Walk into Steve's office.

Our parents, well they wasn't parents,

so Johnny looked after me.

So who'd you vote for last time in Ryan?

I didn't bother.

They're all as bad as each other, there's no point.

You're not wrong there.

Every time I come back

to this country seems to be getting worse.

You know, it really breaks your heart.

Now the government and the banks risk everything.

Nearly lose it all.

I mean, come on, what do we do?

Put back into the hands of the same corrupt,

vicious bastards and its definition of madness.

And next time and the time

after that and the time after that.

It's not gonna be any going back and the system's broken.

Nobody cares, man, what do we care?

We're being trained to sit in our own little bubbles

watching our plasma TVs.

And you know, what do you expect

when we handed the keys to that sort of scum?

What did you say?

God sake, Johnny, don't, just.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought you heard me the first time.

I said it nice and loud so you could, scum!

Look, he's only mucking about.

Do you wanna say something to us?

Yeah.

Johnny!

Come on then scum, you still lying the floor?

Johnny.

Come on.

Go!

Got the notebook.

Okay, everything as you found it and move out.

Heading back.

Cal, we need to get out of here now.

Okay, okay.

Cal.

Nat, come on.

Nat, I said I'm sorry.

Come on, I got carried away.

What do you want me to say?

Just go and sit down.

I'll make tea.

Ryan, you took a nice little slap back there.

Yeah, haven't been in a fight since school.

You know what Nat,

forget the tea, I've got stuff to do.

I'll be back in the morning, all right.

Johnny's on the move.

Something's up.

Tell surveillance teams to stand by.

Don't blame you if you want to go.

He's what you call a character, I quite like him.

God, don't you fall under a spell.

Supposed to be falling under mine.

This is probably weird.

We just met yesterday, but are you busy this weekend?

If you wanna go somewhere, just me and you.

I mean, leave Johnny behind.

Yeah, yeah, that'd be nice.

So, who's been running my mother?

CIA contacted her pretending to be me

to get information about the partnership.

I need a name.

No, you've already killed your friend

to keep this secret.

You don't want to continue down that road, believe me.

Sasha, Elena's secret is safe.

I'll take care of the rest, you and I,

our paths need never cross again.

Why did you come in person?

No particular reason.

Requesting secure point to point connection

from location G99,

Orbital Thames house.

Violet three six Sigma Beta 2483.

I'm still not entirely sure

why it'd be necessary, home secretary.

I'm a hoarder of intellects.

It's how I make myself look good.

And the power map is being redrawn.

I need to be ahead of the curve.

But tell me about yourself,

Ruth, if I may call you that, you married, children?

There's not much to tell really.

Not married, no children.

I did have something like that for a while,

but it ended.

In all honesty, I suppose you'd have to say

that outside of my work,

my life has been small.

You embody my pet hate, you know?

Sorry?

Stifled potential, I see it all the time.

Minds get blocked somewhere along the way,

locked into something.

An institution, relationship, freezes them where they are.

Home secretary, I'm really.

If you do work for me, you'll call me William

and you'll stop looking at your feet.

Am I unable to free you from Harry's tentacles?

I don't wanna be the homewrecker.

It's not that, Harry and I

will always be important to each other but.

I know this is an odd thing to complain about in my line

of work, but I'm sick of secrets.

They stop you ever knowing people.

What did you find, mate?

Grier spent the night at a friend's squat.

But I've got something from your comms bug in the van,

transcripts between Blakeson and his female counterpart.

Now they've been talking about a target

using a code word, Crucible.

She slipped up, just once.

Velanon.

It's multinational energy, retail,

currency trading and arms.

They acquired lots of eastern block energy companies.

It's one of the big three

the government's persuaded to move back to London.

We need to talk to their CEO.

But what makes this lot so deserving of a dirty bomb?

We got a lot of phone numbers from Grier's notebook.

Nothing helpful were on most of his contacts already.

No clue as to where keeping the source.

But there was this, practice letters to Natalie,

goodbye letters.

It's a suicide mission.

Tell Dimitri, from now on,

Johnny Grier does not leave his site.

Mr. Reddon?

Ah, my people told me you were coming.

Take a seat.

Thank you, sir, we have intelligence

that suggests an anarchist terrorist is planning an attack

on the Velanon and group company.

Something worse than throwing a brick

through the window, then eh?

What with you lot here.

We believe there may be a radiological element

to the attack.

What we can't work out is why you?

Why did I ever agree to come back to this shit hole?

Look, Velanon trades currency to take advantage of,

well, unfortunate events abroad.

A few months ago we made almost a billion trading the Yen.

So you profit on a nuclear accident.

The anarchists find out and want to give you a little back.

Well, the draw of them, wouldn't you say?

Disaster Capitalism and our government

fell over itself to woo you back here.

Insulting me isn't wise, I'll see that comes back to you.

What's your name?

Your real one.

I will make sure you get one

of our customer comments cards.

We've got a major problem.

Gold and silver targets just dumped their surveillance,

coordinated move.

Erin's comms bug in the van's gone dead too.

The attacks underway.

Grier may not be the bomber.

Call CO19.

Have them bring him in and tell Dmitri

he's got until Lent to break him.

Ah, he's the boss.

Take it, I'm gonna jump in the shower.

Ryan speaking.

Blakeson and the woman have gone dark.

The attack happening right now.

Have you been briefed on Velanon and Peter Reddon?

Yeah, yeah, I got Ruth's message.

See if you can get the target off Grier, push him.

See, you're 19 are 10 minutes away.

You have that time before your cover's blown.

I was thinking about what you said last night.

Yeah, what about it?

What can we do about it?

How can we change people?

One mind at a time.

And there's a term, an anarchist thought.

Propaganda of the deeded.

Every action is its own message.

Now as long as people need to control other people,

there'll always be a state.

There'll be censorship, there'll be taxes,

there'll be secret police.

I mean, what am I gonna do about it?

Rage against a dying light, no.

These are cancer drugs Johnny,

what are you doing with these?

It's pancreatic, terminal.

Where is it?

The stuff you smuggled into the country.

You are a copper.

You need to tell me, Johnny, what have you done with it?

The heroine?

Heroine?

Yeah, my friends paid

for my flight over here, to return the favor,

I smuggled some smack in for them.

Did you look at it?

No of course not, it was sealed up.

That wasn't heroin, it was radioactive material.

What are you talking about?

If you're lying to me,

I'll go straight up the stairs

and I'll tell Natalie exactly what we're both doing here.

She was planning to take you away for the weekend.

You heartless bastard, radiation,

I don't know nothing about no radiation.

Only reason I came back was to say goodbye to Nat.

Your friends are making a dirty bomb.

Did they say anything to you about it?

No.

I mean, they knew I was dying.

I guess they figured it didn't matter

if I brought this stuff over.

Control, Johnny Grier is not part of the bomb plot.

He didn't know why he was smuggling in.

Are you sure about this?

It's my judgment

that Johnny wouldn't be part

of a plot to kill innocent people.

The other anarchists have dumped us.

If Grier's not involved, we're out of options.

Maybe not, your friends,

do you have a way to contact them?

Might have.

They're really gonna do this.

Help us, find out where.

If you don't help, innocent people will die today.

All right, I'll do it.

But you stay here.

I'll call you when I've spoken to them.

When I come back,

you and I are gonna have a little talk

about how you used my sister.

Fair enough.

Control, call off CO19.

Johnny's gonna help us.

Signal strong from Johnny.

He's been stationary for the last two minutes.

He's at a phone box in the city.

Ryan, it's Johnny, I've got it.

The target's in Velanon's hedge fund office

in Canary Wharf.

The bomb's in a van and it's on its way there now,

you've got about 20 minutes.

We've got that Alpha Two.

Stay there, rendezvous view with Grier.

Get CO19 meters there, Biohazard units Two.

Police get down!

Stop.

Get down!

Drop it on the floor, drop it now.

Get down!

The van's empty, there's no bomb.

The van's empty, it was a diversion.

Alpha Two, do you copy?

Either Grier's been played

by his friends or he lied to you.

Nat, when did you tell your brother

about his spending the weekend together?

What, I didn't.

Dmitri, Grier's driving back towards you.

He's two streets away from the house.

I forgot about a viewing.

I'll call you later.

Oh, bye.

Who are you?

Where's Johnny?

Come on now, some bloke

just gimme 50 quid to take his car home, right.

Control he's done me too.

He bugged me.

He's known who I am all along.

Alpha two.

You are the one that knows him, think, what's he doing?

Okay, he wants to send the clearest message,

propaganda of the deeded.

He'll have picked up the source.

Wanted us to think

that he was attacking a Velanon building.

He knew we'd protect every site, send all the staff home.

Where's Reddon, are we protecting him?

No, he has his own security.

He's gone to a group office in West London.

That's what Johnny wanted.

He's going after Reddon.

It's an assassination, send me the address.

Peter Reddon.

Your friend from

the security services here.

The anarchist knows where you are.

He's coming after you.

You need to warn your protection detail

and leave immediately.

Security services, wait.

It's not safe to go up.

Code seven, Titan, give me your weapon.

Get everyone out and wait for the bomb squad.

This is a radioactive isotope.

Radium 226.

Get it anywhere near you and you're dead within 48 hours.

Now this man here made a lot

of money from the misery, pain and fear

this stuff causes people.

I'm here on these people's behalf.

I think of it as a dividend Pete.

Please, don't do this.

Well go on you parasites, piss off.

For God's sake.

Look, everything I did was legal.

Please don't do this.

You can't do this to me!

Johnny, not another step.

Ryan, I almost feel proud of you.

Reddon, get out of here.

Is it stable?

Afraid not, don't worry.

It's safe for now until it gets any open air.

Johnny, don't do it.

Please, put it down.

I stole this from a cancer clinic in Greece.

Same sort of stuff the docs used to try to save my life.

Funny that, isn't it?

Have you told Natalie what you are yet?

Do me a favor, don't tell her.

Break off with her some other way.

Okay, I won't tell her who I really am ever,

as long as you put that down and come with me.

Killing Reddon with radiation after what he did, I get it.

Sends a message, but you dying alone in here.

It means nothing.

It won't get reported for what it is.

You know that, no one's gonna learn anything.

No one's watching Johnny.

You are.

Several office buildings in West London

were evacuated today following a chemical leak

at a nearby technology park.

Police say a small amount

of chlorine gas was released into the atmosphere.

Surrounding residential areas were also cleared

as a precautionary measure.

You all need to see this.

What is it?

The night Tariq died,

he traced the muggers who stole our laptop.

They were meeting this woman.

Someone was monitoring him.

This was in his pocket.

He saw something they didn't want him to,

so they attacked his system and then killed him.

Who is she?

I don't have a name,

but her face crops up in a file that speculates

she's a deniable asset for a little outfit

called the Central Intelligence Agency.

But that's not all, I found her somewhere else.

The assassination attempt on Gavrik at the reception.

She was there.

Harry, what is it?

Tell them, Ruth.

Jim Kova has been posing as Harry

to get information from Elena Gavrik.

He may have had something to do with a hit on her husband.

What, why weren't we told?

Harry has history with these people.

He wanted to deal with it himself.

But if this woman's working for Kova,

he wasn't just behind the hit on Gavrik.

He's responsible for stealing our intel too.

That would mean the CIA killed Tariq.