All language subtitles for Spooks s4x07.Syria

Where did you two meet?
At an embassy in Damascus.

When one swan meets another one,
they stay together for the rest
of their lives. I love you. Me too.

Adam rescued you from the jaws
of journalism. How was the training?

It was amazing. Our job is to
deal with the present danger.

I dreamed I was trying to
get across a bridge.
You were on the other side.

Thought your name was Nick Harding?
Nick Harding, Jonny Baxter...

You'll get used to it.
If you could go after Yazdi,
you would, wouldn't you?

Amal!

Amal!

Amal?

What's this...

a whole morning's
shopping, and no bags?

I didn't see anything I liked.

Are you feeling all right? Let
me take your temperature. I'm fine.

What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm fine.

Fi?

Too many people in town.

VOICE IN HER HEAD:
'You've a lot
to make up for, Amal.'

Crap!

It's a shame you won't be with us
in London for the celebrations.

I'm told that the centre
is an incredibly beautiful building.

I'm afraid our foreign office
is a bit of a miser when it
comes to travel allowances.

Still, I'll make sure I see it
on my next trip home. Insh'allah.

I look forward to meeting
your colleagues when I'm there.

There is so much to discuss.

Have a safe trip.

Ali. Mr Ambassador.

COMPUTER PRINTER WHIRRS

This just came in
from our Ambassador in Damascus.

He thinks he's found a possible
way into the regime's inner circle.

And they say diplomacy doesn't work
any more. This could be the
breakthrough we've been waiting for.

Nobody wants another Iraq,
and if they're prepared to talk...
Or listen. Who made the first move?

Their foreign minister,
Riyad Barzali.

He's on his way to London
for the opening of
their new cultural centre.

Excellent.

Harry, I want this.

I still think it's a bad idea.

It's not every day
the foreign minister of Syria
wants a quiet chat.

We're not even sure that's the case.

The Foreign Office seem to think so.

Come on, Wes. Bed time.
Two more minutes. Please!

All right, two minutes.

There are other ways we can do this,
none of which requires your
presence. I know these people.

I was there too, remember?
I know their way of thinking
more intimately.

Besides, they'll be less
suspicious of a woman.

I don't get this.

We've spent ten years
trying to avoid your being exposed
to the Syrian government,

and you're plunging head first
into the biggest gathering
of Syrian diplomats in this city! ?

We've been through the guest list
a dozen times. There isn't a
single name on there I recognise.

No-one there's going to know me.
And even if they do, so what?

My ex-husband turned out to be
an Israeli spy, not me.

I left the country a disgraced
widow. No-one bears me a grudge.

That's if anyone still buys that
little fairy tale.

It's been hanging over us
long enough, don't you think?
What do you mean?

What's the matter?
You've been acting weird for weeks.

I'm just tired of
continually living a lie.

TRADITIONAL MUSIC PLAYS

ADAM: 'Zaf, you got a visual on
Fiona yet?'

Not yet, no.

The medieval history,
all the crusader castles...

Jo?

I've got her. Three o'clock.
She's about to make contact.

OK, everyone.
Eyes and ears on Fiona.

Anyone even looks like
they've recognised her,
I want to know about it.

Mr Barzali, a pleasure to meet you.

Ambassador Wright speaks so highly
of you. The Ambassador is too kind.

If you have any time to spare
during your visit,

I'd love the chance to tell you
about my PR company.

We've been doing some great work
for the Saudi government.

Ambassador Wright
thinks we'd have, um,

a lot to talk about.

I am sure we can arrange something.

Barzali's just called. He wants
to set up a meeting at the embassy

to discuss ways of using
Fiona's PR talents. They need it.

What do we know about him?

Riyad Barzali -
54, married, three children.

Toes the party line, keeps his
head down and does what he's told

in return for a prestigious
position and a comfortable life.

So we're saying the man's not one
to ruffle feathers. Until now.

So why all the
cloak-and-dagger routine?

Why doesn't he just tell us what's on
his mind? He's got diplomatic status.

You obviously haven't met Ali.

Ali? Barzali's secret service minder.
If we want to talk to Barzali,
we're gonna have to get around him.

The Syrian government have a
notorious intelligence service - the
Mukhabarat, think KGB on steroids.

They keep tabs on everyone, layer
upon layer, all snooping on one
another in a frenzy of paranoia.

Barzali practically can't brush
his teeth without his minder around.

And one wrong word can get you
into serious trouble.

So, we have a foreign minister
who seems intent on...
I'd say he wants to talk.

But we have no idea what he wants
to talk about?

We've been trying to make
inroads into that government
for years with no success.

If we can establish a relationship
with an insider, it's
worth pursuing. Although... What?

Take everything he has
to say with a bucketful of salt.
We've still got to hear him out.

Yeah, but given what Adam says,
do we trust him?

The Foreign Office thinks so
and they want us to make it happen.

Ideally, without Mr Barzali
being summoned home for an extended
session with a red-hot poker.

You're willing to take this further?
I've already established contact.

It would be stupid
to waste that - besides,
it could make them suspicious.

Adam?

Fiona's legend's fully backstopped.
She'll be wired at all times. We'll
take all the necessary precautions.

But I don't want
you going in there alone.

Take Jo with you. She'll dilute your
presence, take the focus off you.

Are you ready for this? Absolutely.

OK, then.

The Saudis have been doing it
in the States for years. Running ads
telling people they're good guys.

How long do I have
to get through these?

We're seeing him tomorrow morning.

And I thought I was done
with homework in this lifetime.

Difference is,
now you're getting paid for it. OK.

Ruth, um, I'd like to keep
an eye on all Syrians coming
through passport control.

Looking for anyone in particular?

If I'm going to bump into someone
who knows me from the old days while
I'm there, I'd rather be prepared.

Are you sure it's a good idea?

You being there, that close to them?
I've spent more time around
these people than anyone here.

I know how they think.

So you'll get the live updates from
immigration? Yeah, I'll set it up.

With passport captures?

Sure.

Are you sure you remember
how to use one of these?

It's just to keep Adam happy.

This could be cumbersome. Could I
have something more discreet?

It's got cupro-nickel hollow
point bullets for maximum effect.

But it's not the most accurate
gun on the planet. It won't trip
the embassy's metal detectors.

How thrilled would the Serbian
mafia be if they knew we
were using their little invention?

Theirs tend to go off
unintentionally(!)

But ours don't, right?

Can I interest you in anything else?

Actually, I could use one of
those little trackers,
if it isn't too much trouble.

Turn around.

Brad Parkinson should be sainted.

He invented GPS. Er,
you know you can always swallow it,
if it's compromised.

It'll still work. Yummy.

Thanks, Malcolm.

Present for you, "Vanessa".

I'm not sure I really suit "Vanessa".

I was a "Hamish"
on one particularly memorable
occasion. And you got away with it?

It's all down to the delivery.

Make sure you know all
the stuff inside out.

It saved my life once.

You don't need to stay there.
They'll only see
what we want them to see.

I don't want to take any chances.

Besides, it's good to
spend a few nights apart.

Makes it all the more fun
when we're back together.

Tell Wes I'll call him from there.

It'll be over before you know it.

Joumana?

What's the matter?

What happened?

After you left...

They came for us.

They were looking for YOU!

How long have you been working for
the Saudis? Almost four years.

Since shortly after 9/11. And who
have you been working there with?

Prince Marwan Bin Jamal.

I know Prince Marwan. Has he
recovered from his hunting accident?

Yes, I haven't... I haven't...

Jo, you can't hesitate for
a second, do you understand?

You do that and we could be dead.
Trust the file you've been given.

If it says nothing about
an accident, there wasn't one.

Say you weren't aware of
any accident. Without hesitation.

Are we clear on this? Yes.

Good.

We need to move away from this
ridiculous "axis of evil"

label the Americans seem
obsessed with.

Despite the fact that you signed up
for Desert Storm? At great
political risk, I might add.

Our people weren't happy
to see Syrian troops fighting
side by side with Marines

and killing other Arabs.

We'll thrash out some ideas for you
and put together a pitch document.
Give us, um, three days?

Mmm, sounds good.

Excellent.

Oh, we'd love to take you out
for a meal while you're in town.
Um, lunch perhaps? Tomorrow?

It would be a pleasure.

Ah, Basheer,
this is Emma Stratstone.

She might be doing some
PR work for us.

Mr Shalhoob is also here
for the opening.

Setting up a cultural centre was a
great idea. We can build on that.

Most people
don't know anything about Syria.
Have you ever been there?

Not yet.

You must arrange for Miss Stratstone
to visit us.

It's a beautiful country.

I'm sure you're right, but, er, I'm
way too busy to even think of going
anywhere in the foreseeable future.

Lunch, tomorrow then.

Thank you.

You OK?

Let me drive.

No.

Is it something you can talk about?

If we're going to do this together,
I need to know what's going on.

You've been there, haven't you?

I lived there.

I was married to a
Syrian Intelligence Officer. Oh!

How did that happen?

I was young and stupid.

I studied Arab literature
at college.

I ended up living in Beirut,
working in a hotel. It was great.

I met him in a nightclub there.

I got completely wrapped up in his
aura. He had real charm, you know.

He had power.

We got married six months
after we met.

He wanted me to convert to Islam,
which I did.

I even changed my name, from Amelia,

that's my real name,

to " Amal".

So where did it all go wrong?
He wanted kids.
A question of manhood.

And you didn't?
Oh, I wanted children.

I just wasn't able to get pregnant,
not with him anyway.

After a year of
trying, he lost patience.

I was defective, damaged goods.

He moved on.

You can't pretend I'm invisible for
the rest of our lives! Hey, I don't
need to explain anything! OK?!

I thought my life was over.
There was no way out.

A divorce was out of the
question for Farook and he
wasn't just going to let me go.

And that's when I met Adam.

There had been a string of
suicide bombings in Tel Aviv.

Syrian Intelligence were
rumoured to be behind it.

Adam was shadowing my
husband, hoping to turn him,
and use him to put a stop to it.

He thought I'd be his way in.

He was very sweet.

We fell in love.

He told me what my
husband was involved in.

I was horrified. I was so scared,
I didn't know what to do.

We talked about ways
of getting me out of there.

That's when Farook
found out we were seeing each other.

Adam almost died
because of my stupidity.

It's a miracle he survived.

MAN: He knew he'd never turn Farook,
so decided to put him out of action.

He framed him.

FIONA: He made it look like
Farook was working for the Israelis.

How did the Syrians take it?

They hanged him.

Are you going
to be ready for this lunch?

We can't afford any slip-ups.
These people don't mess around.
No, I'll be ready.

Good.

Thank you, I'll see you down there.

You checking Syrian arrivals?

They're for Fiona.

She asked for them?
After yesterday's meeting.

I thought you knew.
She didn't mention it.

Her cover's solid.
She could still be recognised.

Farook was hanged and Fiona had
nothing to stay for, so she left.

Even if someone recognises her,
they've got nothing against her.

They could put two and two together.
Then they'd be after you, not her.

YOU framed him, and besides,
as far as they're concerned,
you did them a favour.

He did turn out to be
a Mossad agent, didn't he?

Yeah. There you go.
If anyone should be pissed off
at you, it's the Israelis.

You cost them a valuable asset.
I'm sure they've got many more.

I know this is taking you somewhere
you'd rather not go, but...

We've got it under control.

And this isn't Damascus.

Do me a favour.
Take another look at the videos
of the opening night party.

Make sure there's nothing we missed.

What am I looking for? I don't know.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Welcome to the United Kingdom.

How long do you intend
to stay in the UK?

One week, maybe a few days more.
Well, that shouldn't be a problem.

Thank you.

The knot wasn't well positioned.
He choked to death.
It took over two minutes.

Remind me not to
sign up for the Damascus bureau.

It must be horrible, you know,
going through life like someone
on a witness protection programme,

and all cause she married
some Neanderthal.

Well, at least she got out of there.

It's hard on her, you know.
Going in there.
I don't know how she's doing it.

Well, maybe she needs the closure.

You, um...want a lift home?

Thanks. I've got so much research
to do. Big day tomorrow.

"Vanessa" needs to know her stuff.

And it's not the kind of homework
that your flat mate expects from
a... What's your cover story again?

Research assistant in pensions.

Yeah, I'd, um, I'd buy that.

Thank you very much!

I meant what I said, you know,

if the lying gets a little tricky,
that spare room's still there.

For the rent, right?

Yeah, there's that.

And also my obnoxious cousin
who's moving to London and has
his heart set on the room.

You'd be doing me a favour.

Thank you, I am thinking about it.
Good, do.

You OK?

Is everything set at the restaurant?
Yeah.

The audiovisual feeds
are up and running

and Malcolm's got his toys ready.
They'll be watching him closely.

We can't afford any screw-ups -
we're not going to get
a second chance.

You checked the feeds yourself?
Yeah, and I'll check them again.

I wasn't sure if
I should order any wine.

Please, Miss Stratstone.

In Syria, we live very much like
you do here in London,

free to wear what we want
and drink what we like.

Which is not the way the
wind is blowing in the region.

Well, here's to winning over
hearts and minds across the UK.

HE SPEAKS SOTTO VOCE

Looks like we've got a taster.
Malcolm, you getting this?

It's just an old habit. Protocol.

Oh, I thought it was a custom
I wasn't aware of.

I was about to do the
same with Vanessa's glass.

Cheers.

If they've ordered the same starters
and main course, they could be
swapping them all afternoon.

Go to plan B.

Make sure you leave plenty of room
for their puddings. They're to die
for. Bon appetit.

Let's just wait for them to dig in.

Go. Now.

Mint sauce.
You really must try some.

You know, you really must make
full use of the cultural
centre, it's a great PR move.

Actually, I was thinking about
putting together an exhibit

about Syria's crusader heritage.

As long as we don't have
protestors outside,
hijacking the occasion.

Let's see him switch plates now.

It's not a problem. We just need
to make sure the cameras have
something more interesting to cover.

Yes! OK, everybody.
We are go, repeat, we are go.

And she said it
wasn't that at all and I thought,
well, since I wasn't going to...

I'm sorry... Are you all right?

What's wrong? Call an ambulance.
It's OK, I'll call
the embassy's doctor.

For God's sake. He needs help now!

Ambulance...

Sorry, you can't come in here.

I have diplomatic status.
Don't tell me what I can and
can't do. Let's go!

Barzali's babysitters
are on the move.

Fiona, show the boys where you work.
I'll call you there. Let's go.

Temperature's 103.

Blood pressure 160
over 110, pulse 85.

I'm on.

So it looks like viral gastritis.
It's nothing to worry about at this
point. Was he on a plane recently?

We came from
Damascus a few days ago.

Ah. It's not unusual
to catch this on a flight.

I've got him on saline solution
for the next six hours.

We'll keep him in to make sure we've
cleared it. There's no need to stick
around. We'll take care of him.

I'll wait here. Suit yourself.

What's our status?

Barzali's tucked away in bed. Adam
will go in once his minder's
out of play. And Fiona?

She should be leaving her
office in the next ten minutes.

She's still being watched.
Still? Have we ID'd them yet?

They're low-level
employees of the embassy.

Make sure Adam knows they're
still out there. Already done.

Taxi coming in from your right.

Adam. They're going after her!
They don't need to see
where she's staying.

I'm on it. Send Alex in. Colin...

Alex...you're on.

TYRES SCREECH

What's wrong with you, pal?
What's wrong with you?

Yalla! Yalla! Why don't you use your
eyes?! Look what you've done!

We've been doing some great work
for the Saudi government.

Ambassador Wright thinks we'd
have a lot to talk about.

I am sure we can arrange something.

Ambassador Wright thinks we'd
have a lot to talk about.

I am sure we can arrange something.

I am sure we can arrange something.

Maybe we could pipe in some
Richard Clayderman tapes.

Let's nudge him. Rob. You're on.

ROB COUGHS AND WHEEZES

Nice. Let's hope Barzali doesn't
really catch something in there.

I wouldn't bet on it. Cue Jenny.

Give him a smile.

Go on. You know you want one.

I wouldn't mind one right now.

I know what you mean.

He's going for it.

Malcolm.

Yes! How long have we got?

It should kick in in about
five minutes, then you've got
at least half an hour. Good job.

Let me know if he wakes up.

We haven't got long.

What did you do to me? It's a magic
potion we came up with.
It simulates gastric infection.

You won't know you had it by
morning. They'll run checks on me.

They'll find traces of the virus,
which is what they'd find
if you'd really caught it.

You said you wanted to talk.
We don't have much time.

We don't want to see our
country blown to bits like Iraq.

That's easy. Stop backing the
insurgents and hold some
real elections for a change.

The parallels between us and Iraq
are frightening,

but it doesn't bother the Ba'athist
hardliners running the country.

They're so stuck in their ways!

They're going to drag us into
a dreadful situation.

And I'm not the only
one who feels that way.

But no-one dares to speak.
What do you want us to do?

I want you to help me
get rid of the current regime

and replace it with a real
government, not a Soviet-era
dictatorship.

A government for the people, but one
that can keep the mullahs at bay

and be more open to the ideas
of your new "world order".

Help you? How?

By eliminating the head
of the intelligence service.

People are terrified of him,
unless he's out of the picture,
nothing will change.

You want us to help you
kill General Abu-Shawki?

No.

I want to help you do it for us.

We're talking about sanctioning
the assassination of a
foreign government official.

Hardly a legitimate government.
Besides, you've seen his file.

The man's psychotic. And that's
just the stuff we know about.
It's a non-starter.

It would be impossible for Barzali
to get this off the ground

without them finding out.
That's why he needs us.

Barzali needs the chaos to make
his move in. It's a slippery slope.

I don't like it any
more than you do, Harry.

But we could help them turn
into a democracy without having to
go through the mess like in Iraq.

We'll probably end up with
another dictator. It's been
their MO for 50 years.

If that happens, at least he's
a dictator we've got a hold on.

The odds are he'll be discovered
and quartered within the week,

but on the off-chance that
he manages to stay alive...

What does Six feel about it?

Well, they'll do what we ask them to.
Are we going to ask them?

Not in so many words.

Ah. The beast of deniability
rears its ugly head yet again.

You used to be such a charmer.

We're all hiding under
the same cloak, Harry.

So we are going ahead with it.

Well, subject to the
all clear from upstairs.

And a small caveat.
We need him to do something for us.

A gesture of goodwill.

And a little leverage just in case.

I can't believe we're even
considering doing this.

In their thinking, the benefits
could outweigh the moral concerns.

Forget about the moral concerns.

We could be doing the
Syrian people a favour,

but it could plunge the country
into a bloody mess.

They've been through enough.

And taking out an intelligence
operative, that crosses the line.

If they find out it was us,
and they will find out,
it'll be open season on our people.

We'd be putting all our
agents out there at risk.

We're on.

What?

Well, I don't know what
we're doing any more.

This will end up just like Iraq.
We keep doing this,

we keep getting sucked into these
foreign nightmares, and for what?
Our job is to protect our country.

How will this help the people sleep
any better?

Maybe it's better to take
a risk, than do nothing at all.

You've got a patient to discharge.

We'll take one last blood pressure
reading, then you're free to go.

Excuse me sir, may I ask how
you'll be paying the bill?
Ali will see to it.

Thank you. This way.

We can do business, but we need
something from you first, to
convince everyone you can deliver.

What? Iraqi insurgents have been
going back and forth across your
border

like it wasn't even there, bringing
back money and weapons which they're
using to kill British troops.

We need crossing points, smuggling
routes, timings. Specifics to help
us shut them down.

You've got a meeting with Emma. Give
her the information and we're on.

OK, take it easy for a couple
of days. And drink lots of water.

THEY SPEAK ARABIC

You see that? Right there.

I can't make out what he's
saying, there's too much noise.

And then the camera
moves away anyway.

But then he's not that far from Jo.

And she was wired. Her mike
might have picked up something.

Exactly.

At least we'd have audio.

I'll try and isolate it.

Salaam.

HE CRIES OUT

Any updates from immigration?

No, not since this morning's lot.

All right. Are you OK?

PHONE RINGS
Sorry.

Emma Stratstone.

Mr Barzali. The presentation's
been confirmed for tomorrow
afternoon at Barzali's hotel.

He's booked a meeting room there.
The boffins in research came up with
these proposals for your pitch.

It should be easy for him to
justify his time with you.

There'll be a team
outside the hotel.

Any sign that he's been rumbled,
get out of there. It'll be fine.

They knew we were friends.

They wanted to know where you were.

We didn't know. We didn't know...

What did they do to you?

My God...

What about Leena?

She couldn't live with the shame.

She jumped off her balcony.
Killed herself.

Joumana, who was it?
Who did this to you?

PHONE RINGS

What's wrong?
Why don't you open
the door and find out.

What are you doing here?

Conjugal visit. You...you can't
stay. Well, no-one saw me...

You have to leave. Now.

What are you doing with that?
You have to go.

The whole point of my being here is
so you can't be spotted, remember?

We've got this place covered.
Nobody followed you.

If I'm here, there's a risk.

You're the one who
insisted on staying here.

What's going on? You've got Ruth
feeding you immigration records,

you're requisitioning guns without
telling me... I'm worried about
you, not me. Me?

I almost got you killed once before.
I'm not gonna let that happen again.
Go.

This ends tomorrow. You get
the information from him,
then you're done.

Fine. Now would you please get
the hell out of here?

Ambassador Wright
thinks we'd have, um,

a lot to talk about.

I'm sure we can arrange something.

DISTORTED SOUNDS

INDISTINCT SPEECH

Jo, I want you to go back into the
lobby, go somewhere out of sight.

Wait five minutes, call me. If I
don't pick up, red flash Adam.
What are you talking about?

I need you to do this.
I can't let you go in alone.

I know what I'm doing.
Trust me on this. I can't.

Look. They know who I am, all right,
they recognised me at the party.

At the party? I wanted them
to know it was me. What?

I can't explain now.
If anything goes wrong,

I'd rather have you calling
in the cavalry. Go.

You're alone?
Vanessa had something urgent to
take care of at the office.

I hope it's not a problem. This way.

CHATTERING VOICES ON TAPE

It's the best I could do.

"Guess who I'm looking at...
right now".

INDISTINCT SPEECH

What? It's a colloquialism.

"The lost lamb".
It's used when someone goes missing.

Where's Mr Barzali?

He's just coming.

Drop it! On your knees!

He recognised her and called
someone about it. I'm sure of it.

Do we know who he is?
His name's Basheer Shalhoob.

What? He's related to Fiona's
ex-husband. Related to him? How?

He's Farook's cousin.

PHONE RINGS

Jo... I think I've screwed up. Whoa,
slow down, what do you mean?

She wouldn't let me go with her.
Something's wrong, I know it.
She went in alone?

Jo, where's Fiona?

PHONE RINGS

Fiona's line's gone dead.
Red flash the team outside the hotel.

Jo, stay there.
I'm sending the team in.

Was Shalhoob's name on
the guest list? Yes. He's part
of the group that flew over.

Fiona saw that list, Adam.

She knew he'd be there.

Jo said Fiona told her
she wanted to be recognised.

She wanted them to know
where to find her...

Colin, can you find
out who he was calling?

GCHQ's running a back trace.
She's wearing a tracker.

What? She asked for one.
I thought you knew.

Run it, keep me posted.
Zaf, let's go.

Harry...

She's heading northwest.
Harry Pearce. Get me armed response.

TYRES SCREECH, HORN BLARES

They're on Grosvenor Road now,
heading directly west.
What was she thinking?

I don't know.

Adam, they just found Barzali's body.
It's not pretty.

Adam, she's just
turned off Malvern Road.

She's slowing down.

She's stopped.

HE SPEAKS ARABIC

Change into these.

Now.

You can do it yourself.
Or we can do it for you.

Everything.

We've got armed response teams
converging on them. Make sure they
know she's with us.

Faster.

PHONE RINGS

Talk to me, Ruth. She's still
there. You're five blocks away.

Yalla!

Who was it? Who did this to you?

Who do you think?

It's Farook, Amal.

What?!

He was never hanged.

JOUMANA: 'He's alive and
he's never going to give up
on finding you. You know that. '

ALI: Stop.

RUTH: You're coming right up to it.

One hundred yards... Fifty.

SIRENS BLARE

Adam.

Ruth, find me Shalhoob.
OK. Let me see if I can...

Adam, no. We're talking about an
embassy. There are protocols.
Screw the protocols. This is Fiona.

We're initiating an all ports alert.
You know what they're capable of.

They don't need to leave
the country to hurt her, they can
do it anywhere. Come on, Harry!

OK, he's booked on a flight out
of Heathrow in three hours.
We think he's still at the embassy.

Let's go!

Leena. Joumana.

Why did you have to come
after them like that?

I wanted to find you.

Leena killed herself
because of what your men did to her.

She wasn't as strong as
you've turned out to be.

I'm impressed.

Working for MI5. Helping traitors.

Barzali wasn't a traitor.

He wanted to save your country.

Barzali wanted to save his pride.

The head of the Mukhabarat,
he wanted you to kill.

He's been humping Barzali's wife
for over a year.

That coward...just wants
you to do his dirty work.

You still have so much to learn
about our part of the world.

That's him.

Where's my wife? Where's my wife?

Are you crazy? I'm a...
I'm a diplomat! Where's my wife?!

GCHQ's finally managed to track down
Shalhoob's call from the party.

He called some one in Damascus.
Do we know who?

No. But I just ran a trace
on the number.

Whoever he called is now here.
In the UK. Where?

The phone sends out positioning
signals every ten minutes.
The last one was in Forest Gate.

Near Ilford. He's with them.
When's the next lock?

Just over six minutes.

Where's my wife? Adam!

I'll snap your neck right here,
so help me.

Too late.

SHALHOOB SCREAMS

Where is she?! Where is she?!

SIRENS BLARE IN THE DISTANCE
Adam!

Go!

I'll deal with it.

Harry, they got in
without being flagged. They must be
using a small airport.

Somewhere that handles private jets.
Shalhoob reckons
they've already left.

I guess they'll be flying her out
the same way they came in.

Where's that lock? OK, we've got
him close to Brentwood heading west.

It's got to be Willsborough. Adam...

INDISTINCT SPEECH

Ajil.

You've got a lot
to make up for, Amal.

I've had to live in hiding
for ten years,
because of you and your husband.

Is bigamy allowed in England now?

They know I'm here.

They're not gonna let you
get away with this.
Just let me worry about that.

You should be more concerned
about your own future...

and your husband's.

Once we're back in Syria,

I'll keep you somewhere safe.

I'll come visit you,

whenever I feel like...

and we'll have fun.

And we'll send your dear husband
pictures of our little encounters.

How long do you think
it'll take before he comes to
Damascus to find you?

I want all flights
locked down right now.

What do you mean, you can't do it?

We've got a match on the voice.
Let's take a look at it.

Behave.

Understand?

Take the car and keep an eye
on the gates. If you see anyone
suspicious, just call me, OK?

We can't leave.
There's a security alert.

We have to have the
plane checked by immigration.

They're sending someone over.
It shouldn't take long.

We don't have time for this.

Take her, put her in there and
keep her quiet.

Yalla!

We're mobilising
every one we've got nearby.

Adam, seven private jets are booked
to fly out of there this evening.

One has three
Kuwaiti diplomats on it.

They must be using
fake diplomatic passports.

Get me directions to
the private jets compound.

Adam, GCHQ just got a hit on
the voice Shalhoob was talking to.
You're not going to like it.

He was a double agent...
working for the Syrians.

She knew he was still alive
and she didn't want to spend
the rest of her life

worrying about when he'd find her
and what he'd do.

Why didn't she tell you?
She knew I'd go after him myself.

JOUMANA'S VOICE:
'He was never hanged...

'He's alive!'

And he's never going to
give up until he finds you.

Go to the plane and
get the first aid kit.

I'll never make it
to Damascus like this.

You'll have nothing
to use against Adam.

FAROOK SCREAMS

Adam!

I need an ambulance to Hangar 217,
right now.

I had to do it.

Shh. It's OK, just hang on.
Just hang on.

I couldn't tell you. I know.

He almost killed you once, because
of me. I couldn't risk that again.
I know, darling. I know.

FIONA MOANS

Keep Wes safe.

Promise me you will.

Don't...

Promise me. Don't...!

My problem, if I have one,
is grief. ordinary, common grief.

He needs to work to save himself.

Can you trust Adam's instinct
in his current condition?

You and I both know you're not
meant to be anywhere near this op.

WOMAN'S VOICE: 'Do you lie to
yourself?'

Za new Russia! The Soviet Union.

ADAM: Security of the state depends
on MY state of mind?

Who do you think you are?!
I said listen to me!

If this op fails, we could all
go to jail. You need me to do this.
And I need to do it.

Have you told your son
his mother's dead?