All language subtitles for Spooks S07E04 x264 RB58

Pleased as I am to hear from you,
Lucas, this is what handlers are for.

Who better to be your handler
than your ex-wife?

I need Lucas to find
something out for me.

You passed on deeply sensitive
information to the head of the FSB

in London in order
to bring him down.

Yes, I did.

You need to think about
protecting your family.

So let me help you. Work for us.

We recently recovered a
man you misplaced in Moscow.

His torturers knew
about Sugar Horse.

Sugar Horse. What is it?

The best-kept secret we ever had.

Who at Five knows?

Hugo Prince, Richard Dolby.
Your new boss.

Congratulations. Thank you.

Somebody has been
talking to the Russians.

We've got a big problem. Harry's
not going to let this one lie.

Clear the area around the target.

Three devices did not explode...

There's a bomb!

'..and the one that did...'

'..caused no civilian casualties.'

If you had panicked, then all
the bombs would have detonated,

a massive propaganda
victory for al-Qaeda.

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

'Alpha one, do you read me? There's
been a complication.'

Don't tell me, wrong sort
of leaves on the track.

'Not quite. Are you
in position yet?'

All ears to the ground, stand by.

'We've just discovered your meet
has extensive al-Qaeda connections.

'Consider him a level one asset.'

Copy.

'What we are seeing is
totally unacceptable,'

the erosion of civil liberties,
in the name of the war on terror.

And the fact that the Government has created the
legal framework in which this can happen, is shameful.

'His train's arrived. Expect hostile
intelligence services to be present.'

Eye contact, I've got him.

'Copy. Good luck.'

Which platform for Southend?

Just behave normally and
do exactly what I tell you.

Walk forwards towards
the underground. Go.

Go left.

Wait!

Go back, go back, move.

Don't look back. Keep moving.

Aram!

Aram.

Keep moving.

We need to get out of here.

Shit. It's all right.

What is it?
What have you got for me?

Khordad.

Muhammed Khordad?

Talk, wants to talk.

This is our most recent
photograph of Muhammed Khordad.

Born in Afghanistan sometime in the mid
'60s, educated in Pakistan and Cambridge.

In 2003, he was identified as leader
of a Pakistani terrorist organisation,

The Path of Light.

Two years ago, he resurfaced as
one of the brains behind al-Qaeda.

The US rates him as
their third most wanted.

Khordad has been linked to attacks
in Spain, Algiers and Afghanistan.

We can assume he was the paymaster for a
lot more, including the recent London bombs.

The man's ruthless and
highly professional.

Ran circles around Six,
then they lost him.

Yes, he tracked three
MI6 agents in Pakistan

and personally
tortured them to death.

Contact Aram Beyda, was he trusted?

Damascus station vouched for him.

The SIM card.
It's a pay as you go disposable.

It's available at
any corner newsagents.

There's one contact number in it, UK
registered, never been used, impossible to trace.

OK. Let's see what Khordad has
to say for himself. Malcolm?

Give me a couple of minutes.

You OK?

Sure.

How did it go with the counsellor?

Look, you've had a tough year -
Boscard, then the bomb.

There's no shame
in asking for help.

I will, I promise.

Do it, it helps.

I can vouch for that.

Tracing now.

Hello. Hello?

'Hello.'

Muhammed Khordad?

'Who am I speaking to?
Is this Harry Pearce?'

No, but Mr Pearce...

'Get me Harry Pearce.'

Harry Pearce speaking.

'I want to talk.'

A senior MI5 officer
and al-Qaeda's number three?

I don't think that's
going to be possible.

'I have certain intelligence
that might be of interest to you.

'You'll receive a text,
in one hour.'

Not long enough.

Question is, why approach us now?

Why not yesterday or next week?

Because three of their
four bombs didn't go off.

Al-Qaeda still think last
week was a success.

That call could have been anyone.
The whole thing could be a fake.

Why?

To throw us, confuse us,
make us look the wrong way.

Someone thought that
SIM card was worth killing for,

and that tells us
all we need to know.

What have we got on the assassin?

Shamil Ossetic, Ukrainian.

No known political affiliations,
he's available to the highest bidder.

And the last sighting, Slovenia.

So he was brought in specially.
By who?

Take your pick. Syrians, Libyans,
Iranians. My money's on the Russians.

Your money's always on the Russians,
Connie.

Has Aram said anything?

He's on the operating table,
not at his most chatty.

Well, let's focus on Khordad now.

You're not considering talking to
those bastards? We can't trust them.

Sometimes you have to sup with the
devil, Jo, to find out what he wants.

In the meantime, pull up everything
we've got on Khordad.

Trawl ferry and airline manifests.

If he's in the UK, I want to know how
he got here without being flagged. OK.

Lucas.

Contact Elizabeta, find out
if the Russians are involved.

Elizabeta's not a spy.

No, but she can be manipulated.

It's underway.
Now all we do is watch and wait.

If this happens, it will be an
unprecedented chance for an accord.

And after such an accord,
peace may follow.

Well, I'm glad the stakes aren't too
high, or you'd be making me nervous.

This wouldn't just be a coup for us,
or MI5, or even Britain.

Bringing al-Qaeda to the negotiating
table would save untold lives.

But we take nothing
for granted, Harry.

Top MI5 man captured by al-Qaeda,
that's a very different sort of coup.

It's a risk we have to take.

Been chasing the shadow of
al-Qaeda across the globe for years.

This is too important an opportunity
to let slip through our fingers.

I imagine Dolby has something
to say about this. Who?

Harry!

Well, you know what a worrier he is.

For the moment, we're keeping
this strictly section D.

You can't expect me to sanction
a meeting with Muhammed Khordad.

Not after the last few days.

It's an opportunity we have to take.

It's an opportunity for the
PM to cut my bollocks off.

Well, you can join the choir.

He's banging on about a
catastrophic failure of intelligence.

We neutralised three
out of four bombs.

And the Government's grateful. But you know the
policy. We do not negotiate with terrorists, ever.

With all due respect, Home
Secretary, we're not in the House.

You know as well as I do, we
started talking to the IRA in 1972.

Don't quote history at me, Harry.

This is different and you know it. If
the Americans got whiff of this...

They won't.
Or the press, God forbid.

It won't just be me out of a job,
the whole government could fall.

And I think you can guess who we'd take with
us. We cannot afford not to explore every avenue.

Oh, please. Do you know
what's going on out there?

Kids who played football together
are now fighting in the streets.

If this goes on, we could see
the Balkanisation of Britain.

And they say the government spins.

You want it without spin?

We cannot win the war
against terrorism, ever.

We can contain it, we can prevent its worse
consequences, but we can never defeat it.

So when we get an offer to talk,
however tentative, however precarious,

we take it, we HAVE to.

Total deniability, do you understand?

Total!

We haven't arranged to meet, Lucas.

This situation is becoming too
dangerous. I think I should leave.

Go somewhere safer.
You'd really leave?

Just for a while.

What happened to your hand?

Stroppy commuter.

A meet went wrong, I was supposed to
bring in a contact from Damascus,

we were hoping for
significant intel.

Someone else had other plans.

Is he OK?
He never regained consciousness.

It could have been you.

No.

I need you to do
something for me, Vyeta.

Find out if the FSB have anything
on him. His name is Aram Beyda.

I'm not due to meet them.

Well, you're going to have to.

Tell them that you've seen me,
that things didn't go to plan

with Beyda and that MI5
suspect Syrian involvement.

Do they want to confirm or deny.

It will take a few hours.

I'll wait.

You'll be fine.

Khordad's texted. The meet's on.

So, CO19 pick him up, right? It's
not as easy as that, unfortunately.

He's demanding an insurance policy.

Our famous pain-in-the-arse
human rights lawyer.

Khordad wants him at the
meeting, or it's a no show.

There's no way Sam Stevens
would agree to help MI5.

Oh, he will if you ask him nicely.

Oww!

I am so sorry.
It's all right, it's all right.

I'm fine. It's OK.

Mr Stevens, we'd like a word.

And who are you?

A friend.

So this is it, the lion's den.

Just another office, Sam. Where
breaking the law is common place.

Thank you for coming in.
I had a choice?

So, which particular case do
you want to intimidate me over?

The Tagirahni brothers,
the illegal detention

and deportation of Hamid Kamir,

the US rendition of Asis Metanda,
your fingerprints were all over it.

Ultimately, Mr Stevens,
you and I share a common aim.

To protect and uphold a
free and democratic society.

Only I do it in court and you do it riding rough
shod over any legislation that doesn't suit.

We need you to sign the
Official Secrets Act.

If I sign that, then it gets into
the public domain that I have...

My reputation...

We need your help.

We've been contacted by a senior figure
within al-Qaeda, he wants to negotiate. Why?

To be honest, we're not sure.

But we have to take the
risk, that he's genuine.

And you need me because...
You are his insurance policy.

The human rights lawyer with the best track record
against MI5, who better to protect his interests?

I protect civil liberties, Sir Harry,
not the interests of terrorists.

I suspect he may not
appreciate the legal niceties.

So what do I get for my co-operation?

That warm feeling of
helping your country.

Be a new experience for you.

And who exactly are you?

Recently, two police officers were
blown apart by a terrorist bomb.

You and I both know
they won't be the last.

This offer to negotiate
could be nothing, probably is,

but it could be the first step
towards ending the war on terror.

Now the question for you is, Sam,
do you want to be part of that

or do you want to throw the opportunity away
because your civil liberties have been infringed?

It's your call.

You'll be carrying
conventional GPS GSO tracker. Fine.

But we expect that will get picked
up, so you'll have these as well.

Belt and braces. Ah! Another belt.

Malcolm, we have a meeting with
Khordad in less than 20 minutes.

When you shake hands, the ring transfers
a microscopic layer of nano particles.

These mix with the natural oil of the skin and
become absorbed in the stratum corneum. The pink bit.

Malcolm! Meaning you can track HIM.

The particles remain passive until they're activated
by a burst of microwave radiation from a satellite,

at which point, they reflect the
signal back for ten milliseconds.

Long enough to get a fix, but too
short to get picked up by a scanner.

What's the accuracy? Eight feet.

The only down side, interrogations restricted to
every ten seconds, or there's the risk of a trace.

You can't have too many belts.
Should we be doing this?

Second thoughts.

Could just take him out,
bring in CO19. It'd be great PR.

Since when were we led by PR?

That'll be Khordad with the
co-ordinates. Can you read them out?

51.50295 north.

0.142264 east.

He's taking you into
the centre of town.

It's 0.65378 east.

Lucas.

Elizabeta's just found out
who paid Ossetic to make the hit.

A faction within al-Qaeda.

They're trying to stop
you from meeting Khordad.

Where did this come from?

Ossetic himself,
with a little help from the FSB.

Be careful, Harry,
they could try again.

Thank you, Lucas.

Harry? 100 metres west.

We can't let them go in there.

It's OK, they're not alone.

Keep close.

Eyes.

Check.

They've been taken, lost visual.
Ben?

Confirm.

Confirm, lost visual.
Switching to GPS tracker.

Empty your pockets, please.

Mr Khordad's orders.

Malcolm, update? Malcolm?

75 metres north, sharp left.

As predicted, we've lost
communication. Lost them?

Temporarily. Once Harry activates
the ring, we'll be back on.

Is this really necessary?

Yes, it is.

The watch too.

This way, please.

'We're ten yards away,
proceeding with caution.'

I think we've got them. 'Stand by.'

What happened back there?

I thought I saw Boscard.

Just now. Boscard's dead, Jo.

Yeah, I know. He's dead.
I know he's dead. Don't worry.

You sure? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's fine, you watch the door.

Welcome to the front line.

Multi-frequency radio interceptor,
long range, very effective.

No-one will hear us.

None of us can afford
to be too cautious.

Mr Stevens.

I'm a great admirer of your work.

It is not reciprocated.

Mr Pearce, I assume.

And? A colleague.

Ros Myers, I believe.

We do our research too.

What do you want?

One step at a time, Mr Pearce.

First we need to establish trust.

With a terrorist, dedicated to destroying
the West? It's going to be a stretch.

One man's terrorist
is another man's freedom fighter.

Not in the British Government's
book.

That'd be the book
without the French Resistance or

the International Brigade
in the Spanish Civil War.

Didn't your grandfather volunteer
to fight fascism, Miss Myers?

I seem to remember reading
he died near Valencia.

That was totally different.

Young people,
prepared to die for their ideals.

Not so very different.

The anti-fascists had clear political
objectives, you just want chaos.

Are you a religious man, Mr Stevens?

I am,

and my religion does not sanction
the use of violence for its own sake.

Despite what you
might like to believe.

And yet you kill innocent people!
All wars have victims.

These people are prepared
to sacrifice their lives

because they want to achieve
specific political objectives.

Justice for Palestine.

An end to the corrupt
regime in Saudi Arabia.

America out of the Middle East.

Are these such evil aims?

Yes, if you're willing to kill
indiscriminately, they are.

Two dead in London a
couple of days ago.

4,000 Palestinians
murdered since 2000.

37,000 injured, 3,500 permanently
disabled. 900 children slaughtered.

But not to mention the 85,000 Iraqi
civilians killed since the US invasion.

You're winning.

We both know I
am not afraid of killing

and you're right not to trust me.

It's your job,

so I propose reciprocal
tokens of sincerity.

Today at three o'clock, a cell will
carry out a military operation in London.

A terrorist attack.

Let's not fall out over semantics.

Who's behind it? I've no idea.

If I did, what's to stop you
forcing it out of me?

No disrespect, Mr Stevens, but I imagine
even you wouldn't be adequate protection.

If I wanted you dead, Miss Myers, your
throat would already have been cut.

I need more details.

Get me what I want and the bomb's
location will be posted on this website.

And in return?

A statement from the Home Secretary,
on Ahmid Tajin and Hamit Tahjur.

The two released from Guantanamo Bay
last month. Thanks to Mr Stevens.

An agreed statement confirming they were wrongfully
arrested, illegally incarcerated and tortured.

And a guarantee that they will face no further
charges in the UK. That is not within my power.

Deliver the statement, Mr Pearce,

and I'll deliver
peace on the streets.

And if I can't?

Blackmail.

Negotiation.

You have three hours.

They're alive.

The ring's been activated.
Now we can keep tabs on Khordad.

Visual confirmed.

'We've got intel from Khordad of a
bomb attack in London at 3pm today.'

Do you want us to move in?

'Not yet, I need you
to maintain a visual.'

Ascertain who he's meeting and
how contact's made.

Connie, chatter trawl from GCHQ.

All communication from known targets
in the last three weeks. Yup.

Lucas. Yep.

Find out what's happening at three o'clock.
State visit, sporting events, conferences.

Anything that can be a target.

Get the PM's office, we need diaries
of the cabinet and shadow cabinet.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Thanks for your co-operation.
That's it?

We'll put the medal in the post.

It won't float, Harry.

I'm prepared to issue a statement to the effect that,
in MI5's view, these men no longer pose a threat.

That's very big of you,
but I'm the one who'll have to

stand up in Parliament and read
this out, without being lynched.

And the Americans will go ballistic.

I mean, it's tantamount
to saying they lied.

We can't say it, Harry.

I thought disengagement
was Number Ten policy now.

Drawing a line in the sand between Her
Majesty's Government and the White House.

A line, not a bloody great chasm.

If Khordad is genuine, and there's an outside
chance he could be, this is a unique opportunity.

You could go down in history,
Home Secretary.

If it ever got out that
we caved in to blackmail...

This is a secret service.

That's what Burgess said.

On the other hand, if it got out that we could
have prevented a terrorist attack, yet did nothing,

history might not look so kindly on
any of us.

We don't have much time.

Do you think he'll deliver?

I think he will, he has to.

Pearce.

'Harry, Qualtrough.
We need to meet.'

That might be difficult.

It's important.

I think I found the leak.

There's someone else who knows about
Sugar Horse.

OK.

Ros, you take the car,
I'll meet you back there.

I need a breath of fresh air.

'Khordad's on the move,
heading west.

'Cromwell Road, approaching
junction with Exhibition Road.'

Target's entered the V&A.

What's he doing there?

Could be a meet
or just the best place to disappear.

Holiday crowds. Multiple exits.

Smart choice.

He's heading north.
You'll get visual any second.

Nothing yet.

What do you mean?

Where are you? Sculpture room.

You should have him by now!

He's not here.

Cover all exits.

No eyeball. Jo?

Follow procedure.

Checking North East wing.

Do you have visual?

For you.

Please keep up.

I'm relying on MI5 to keep me alive.

Muhammed.

An amazing building.

Fitting epitaph to
Prince Albert, don't you think?

What's your view on the
new education centre?

What's your view on
killing innocent people?

And blowing up husbands, fathers?

You know, 90% of the antiquities in
Baghdad were destroyed during the invasion.

Meanwhile, the Iraqi
artefacts under THIS roof

are handled so gently.

You bomb with one hand
and serve with the other.

Why's that, do you think?

You disgust me.

Of course.

Word of advice.

Let it get personal,

and it'll devour your soul.

This is not a good time, Bernard.

We've been sniffing
at the wrong dog.

I've been checking
Richard Dolby's old files.

And there's no way that he could
have leaked Sugar Horse.

It would have meant compromising
missions which went on to be successful.

Double bluff?

No. Document's clear and so's Dolby.

It doesn't make any sense.

Everyone else is either
dead or accounted for.

Not quite.

There is someone

who was working with
Hugo Prince at the time.

Connie!

There was a
rumour that they were close.

Nobody took it seriously,

just the usual gossip.

Connie and Hugo?

He cut quite a dash in those days.

We all did.

I really don't believe
it was Connie,

but we have to check.

Firstly, towards our own.

Don't worry,
I'll make the necessary enquiries.

We need to meet.

Harry, no news from the Home Secretary
and Khordad's website's still blank.

Connie, anything interesting
from GCHQ?

The usual tirades, but they know we monitor
every website, so they keep the noise down.

Lucas? The PM's going to Chequers at two,
the Cabinet will be in the constituencies

and the Shadow Cabinet are off
to Brighton for a mini-conference.

And the leader of the Lib Dems is opening a shoe
factory in Leyton. The East End's safe, then.

Romanian trade mission at the DTI
at three

second leg FA semi-final at Tottenham and the
Vienna Phil are doing a matinee at the Barbican.

Apart from that, it's a
normal London afternoon.

Doesn't have to be a high profile target, any bus,
any tube will do. We're fighting blind. He's on.

Following a thorough investigation by the
security services, I am therefore now satisfied

that there is insufficient evidence

that either Ahmid Tajin or Taghur Hanini
pose a threat to the United Kingdom.

Consequently, I have instructed the CPS to
drop further legal action with immediate effect.

However, I reserve the right
to pursue further investigations

in the light of any new evidence
that may be forthcoming.

Order! Order!

Is that enough? As much as he could.
Malcolm, anything on the website? Nothing.

Pearce. 'You've let me down,
Mr Pearce.'

It's Khordad.

'I thought we had a deal.' They're not facing
any further charges, that's what you asked for.

No mention of their innocence, or their abduction,
or their illegal imprisonment by the CIA.

He's gone further than
any politician ever has!

'It's not what we agreed.' I was
hoping it would be close enough.

I've kept my side of the bargain,
Khordad. Identify the target.

'Sorry. Too late.'

95 minutes.

Pick him up.

Ben, status. We have visual.

Connie, can you mobilise CO19, I
need them there ASAP to pick up.

Three exits to cover.
We choose the wrong one,

Khordad will have disappeared before CO19
get to the right one. I've got eyeball.

Ros, we can take him, Ben and I. No, Jo, hang back.
We can't take any chances on this one. Understood.

CO19 are two minutes away,
they want to know which exit.

Target heading for Exhibition Road exit. OK, CO19
will pick up as soon as Khordad hits the street.

Your orders are to maintain visual,
but to make no approach.

Confirmed. Target due to arrive at
street level in approximately five seconds.

What's going on?

The target has been successfully
picked up. Returning to base.

CO19 hasn't arrived yet,
they're 90 seconds away.

Ben, are you sure
the target was picked up?

Confirmed. Malcolm, where is he? The
signal's gone. Well, how can that be?

Either he's somewhere microwaves can't
reach, or they've chopped his hand off!

90 minutes to detonation and our only lead has just
vanished. Someone snatched him. Who knew he was there?

Al-Qaeda. FSB. Can you get
on to Elizabeta, squeeze hard.

Malcolm, I want every inch of
museum footage and street coverage.

I want to know who was following
him, starting where. Could it be FSB?

Well, we have to hope so, at least
we've got some leverage with them.

Vyeta!

What are you playing at, Lucas?

You lied to me. Sorry?
You said Beyda died.

He did. Not according to the man
who cut you at the station.

Ossetic? He came to the FSB, gave them
everything in exchange for safe passage.

He said Beyda couldn't
possibly be dead.

Well, he's wrong.

They have someone at the hospital,
Lucas, they know he survived.

It was better that you didn't know.
Because you don't trust me.

Don't play me, Lucas, not again.

I'm trying to protect you.
Thank you.

Now they know you lied and they think I
did too. What else did Ossetic tell them?

He told the FSB there's going to
be a bomb, here in London. And?

They're ahead of us, Lucas,
they have been the whole time.

An FSB officer contacted the bombers, persuaded
them to bring the time forward by ten minutes.

And they just told you this. Why?

It's a test,
to see if they can still trust you.

If only you know the real time, you
have to decide do you tell MI5 or not.

If the bomb goes off,
you're one of theirs.

If it doesn't,
you're one of Harry's.

You know what they'll do
if they think that.

They'll kill you,
they'll kill us both.

What will you do, Lucas?

Ros! Khordad. It's faint but
still operative. Are you sure?

There's only one way to find out and
that's to ramp up the radiation burst.

The only drawback is it
will destroy the particles.

We've got one shot.

Do it.

Oh, my God. They've got him.

Werner. Laurie.

Harry Pearce. What can I do for you?

You know the station MI5's not supposed to know
about? Well we're outside. We'd like our asset back.

Tell the reception
committee we're expected.

Connie about?

She's in the meeting room.

Elizabeta says the FSB will kill us
both if the bomb doesn't detonate.

Do you trust Elizabeta?

Absolutely.

Then it's the Coventry
dilemma all over again.

In the Second World War, the British
broke the Germans' enigma code.

They knew everything
they were planning to do,

including the date of an
attack on the city of Coventry.

Problem was, if Churchill ordered an evacuation,
then the Germans would know we'd broken their code.

If he didn't,
then thousands of people would die.

What did he do?

Nothing.

On the night of November 14th 1940,
515 German bombers blitzed Coventry.

In the morning, thousands were dead,

but we still had the code
and the code won us the war.

Harry, we've been meaning
to tell you about this place.

Where is he? Excuse me?

Don't act dumb, it doesn't suit you.

You've just snatched Muhammed
Khordad off a London street in public.

He is now in, what I believe
you call your hospitality suite.

We'd like him back. Immediately.

Harry, I have no idea
what you are talking about.

The thing is, Laurie, there's going to be a bomb,
right here in London, in the next half an hour.

And the only person who can stop it, is in your
DIY dungeon downstairs, so we'd kind of like

to have a chat with him, if that's
OK with you.

If we had him, and I am
not saying that we do,

we would of course share any
intelligence which we would get...

Do you know what will happen
if another bomb goes off,

apart from innocent
people dying, of course?

London will go into free fall, City and all.
Jeopardising this operation is not acceptable.

I'll tell you
what's not acceptable, Harry.

Knowing that there's a key terrorist in
town and not telling your closest ally.

Do you have any idea how many US
deaths Khordad's been responsible for?

If it's deaths you're concerned
about, hand him over!

We'll get what you
need from him, trust me.

Amazing device, even gets video.

The vehicle that abducted
Khordad, one of yours, I believe.

That proves nothing.
The networks will love it.

British security services confirm
the vehicle was registered

to the US embassy, CIA involvement
is suspected. We'd deny everything.

And who will they believe?
Us or the squeaky clean CIA?

You're bluffing.
Get me the number for Reuters.

OK, OK, OK.

You can sit in on the interrogation. While you stick
his head in a bucket of water? I don't think so, no.

You really want to
be tomorrow's headline, Laurie?

OK, just you.

I might have guessed.

If you don't mind.

I trusted you. You still should.

I can get you out of here.

Good cop, bad cop.

I had nothing to do with this,
I give you my word.

And that's worth a great deal

Listen to me,
I leave here with nothing,

you will never see anything except the
inside of a cell for the rest of your life.

And I assure you, it will make
this look like a luxury hotel suite.

We all make sacrifices.

You wanted to negotiate,
we still can.

What do you want?

Respect.

We're leaving, uncuff him.

This man is illegally detained.

Uncuff him.

You are making a big mistake, Harry.

For both our sakes, I hope not.

38 minutes. 28 minutes!

Time's just been brought
forward, a reliable source. Malcolm,

any news on the bomb's location? Nothing.
Emergency services on full alert? Done.

Bomb squad? Three teams on standby.

If it's central London they can be on scene in under
ten minutes. Let's hope they don't fancy the suburbs.

We're running out of time, Khordad.

I need to know the bomb's location.

Pull over.

The way I look at it, you're either
serious about working with us or you're not.

You want respect, you're free to go.

Think I'm crazy?

That, or a genius.

Lucas! We're on!
Khordad sent the details.

The target's a restaurant
called Quartermaines.

Victoria Street SW1.
Device under counter.

That's a division bell place,
it'll be packed with MPs.

Malcolm, get Harry on the phone.
Do we have a problem?

If we stop the bomb, Lucas's cover
is blown, the Russians will kill him.

If we don't,
then dozens of people will die.

That's no choice. We cannot let the Russians have
the advantage. Of course, there's a third way.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the police.

Please don't panic, we have a gas
leak in the kitchen,

we need you to evacuate
the building as soon as possible.

Good news is there is no charge
for what you've had so far.

Sir, if your table could leave via the main
entrance that would be fantastic. Quick as you can.

Thank you. Everybody else, if you follow my
colleague, please. As quick as you can, please.

If you could follow my colleague,
please.

If you could be as quick
as possible.

Evac complete.

So then, what are you best at?

Real thing or faking it?

What do you think?

You beauty.

Ros! Found it.

It's not an IED, it's commercial.

Have you dealt with anything like
this before? No, I know a man who has.

Malcolm. Take a look at that.

It looks like an IMZ 43. Plastic landmine.
Italian design, later licensed to the Chinese.

Fascinating.

Any idea how to stop it going pop?

Is there anything on top of it?
A weight of any sort?

Nope. Are there any wires coming
out?

Two wires,
leading to something square.

Right, they've replaced the pressure switch with
a detonator. It may be on a timer, may be remote.

Whatever you do, do not pull those wires.
And there was I just about to yank them out.

Malcolm, we've got two minutes.

Can we make it?

Is there a microwave? What?

Does the restaurant have a microwave?

Yes. OK, Lucas, you need to lift up the mine and
the detonator as gently as you can. Yep. Got it.

Ros, open the microwave.

Lucas, slide the mine
and the detonator in.

Are we going to cook it? A burst of
microwaves should zap the control mechanism.

Should?

Well, I have to admit, I've
never actually seen it done.

Right, how long does your average
Italian landmine take on full power?

20 seconds should do it.

Shall we get on with it, then?

In the last hour, there's been
an explosion at a London restaurant.

The incident occurred in Quartermaines
Westminster, a favourite meeting place for MPs.

It's understood the restaurant was full at the time
but how many people were injured remains unclear.

One eyewitness saw three ambulances in
attendance and paramedics remain at the scene.

Initial reports are that the explosion
was caused by a faulty gas main.

Sources at the scene have privately
questioned this version of events.

London remains on high alert after the recent
bomb attack in which two police officers died.

Our reporter Angus Morley has more.

I want to see Harry Pearce
and I want to see him now.

Come.

Are you totally insane? Laurie.
You're finished, Harry, buried.

Thank you for that. First, you let a
known terrorist walk freely around London.

Then, when we catch him for you, you lose
him so that he can blow up innocent people.

If you hadn't abducted him...

Are you blaming me? Firstly, Laurie,

we didn't lose Khordad,
we let him go.

Oh, well, this just
gets better and better.

Secondly, no-one was hurt.
Oh, really?

Shouldn't believe everything you see
on TV, Laurie, not even British TV.

You faked it?

Where's Khordad now?

I have no idea.

We're meant to share, Harry.

That's what "special relationship"
means.

And as soon as we have anything,
you'll be the first to know.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have lives to protect,
liberties to preserve.

I'm sure you understand.

You'll be hearing from me.

Pearce.

'You're a ruthless man, Mr Pearce,
for letting the bomb explode.'

We all have to make
impossible decisions.

You and I are not so different.
We are completely different.

But unfortunately,
we need each other.

'You've earned my trust.'

We need to meet. Come alone.

You and I can do business,
Mr Pearce.

I think we've learnt that much.

The Tajr VI,

third generation Iranian missile.

Payload 3,000 kilograms,
launch system land or sea.

Meet your new enemy.

Professionally manufactured, high spec missiles
capable of striking any target within the UK.

Who has these? People.

And in return you want?

Nothing. You're coming over?

I'm afraid not.

We can never be colleagues, Mr Pearce, but I
hope perhaps, we can be useful to one another.

I don't understand. Let me be clear.

My mission remains the same.

Justice for Palestine, a corrupt free
Saudi Arabia, the US out of the Middle East.

And I will do anything to
achieve those aims,

anything.

But if these are used, our cause
will be put back decades.

We may never recover,
I can't let that happen.

So stop them. I can't.

A man like you? 9/11 has galvanised
a new generation, Mr Pearce.

They think about tomorrow's headlines, not
the history books. I can't stop them on my own.

I need your help.

You want me to eliminate elements
within your own organisation?

That's why you've
risked everything?

It's either that, or all-out war.

A war we both know
neither of us can win.

We both have dangerous friends.

Perhaps between us, we can make
sure they don't destroy the world.

The future.

Hello, Lucas. Hi.

I saw the news.

Did people die?

No, no they didn't.
We were very lucky.

I'm so relieved.

You have no idea.

Me too.

Me too.

God, I've missed you.

I have to go. Vyeta. Please.

Is everything all right?

I'm fine.

It was just weird.

That's all, a face in the crowd.

Yeah, well,

if you ever want to talk,
I'm always here. Thank you.

I'm fine though, really, I promise.

- Night, Ros.
- Night.

Night. What are we celebrating?
Saving the free world.

Well, don't stay up too late.

Saving the free world?

I'll drink to that.

You know, we might be able to
work with Khordad.

It'll be a long bumpy road but with a new
resident in the White House, who knows?

This could be the beginning
of the beginning of the end.

Hear, hear.

D'you know why people chink glasses
before they drink? Apparently,

it's attached to an old fear that
an enemy might poison your drink.

So crashing tankards together meant that a
bit from either drink spilled into the other.

Hugo Prince told me that,
back in the day.

You and he were quite close,
weren't you?

Me and Hugo?

Hardly knew him. I remember he
was always very highly spoken of.

There's something you should see.

There's been a fatal plane crash in what
American sources are claiming to be a suicide bombing.

Airport security tapes picked up one man
suspected of being among the passengers.

Muhammed Khordad is thought to have
been travelling on the flight...

Where did this happen? The Ural
Mountains, Northern Kazakhstan.

Where the Americans just happen to
have an air base. Why do we bother?

Because it would be
a lot worse if we didn't.

Would it? You know it would.

And the Tajr missile's
still out there.

Call Lucas,
get Jo and Ben back on the Grid.

So, the Americans have done it again.

God defend me from my friends,
from my enemies I can defend myself.

If I suspect you of being
part of a security breach...

Security breach?

Don't I will not allow you to
jeopardise this operation.

If an economy is weak,
he preys on it.

Double our position.
If he trusts Ros, he's ruined.

But if he doesn't, the country's
ruined. We need ten billion.

We go to 16 billion.

We don't stop until they run out.

I'm sorry, Francis, there's
nothing left. This is what we do!

His name is Lucas North.
He works for MI5.

You know what they did to the last
man who went against me, don't you?

Transcript by Chocolate