All language subtitles for Spooks S10E03 x264 RB58

I know about my mother.
I have not been running Elena.

Someone is posing as me. Bullshit.

We have to deal with Sasha Gavrik.

We can't.
Why not? Because he's my son.

To old enemies.
New friends.

Intelligence-sharing
protocols are under review.

You want me to investigate a CIA
Deputy Director? He's posing as me.

Emergency contact. I need to speak
to Harry Pearce, right now!

Tariq!

'Flight BA8476
is now boarding at gate five.'

Hold on!

Some of you know how it feels to
lose a valued colleague. Others not.

Tariq's parents have requested
that his funeral be family only.

We'll have a private
memorial service on Friday.

Then we'll discover why our friend
was murdered,

and then we'll find his killer.

Yes? What is it?

50 minutes ago,
a routine scan at London Airport

picked up a trace reading of
200 millisieverts on a baggage cart.

The 6:30pm 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'.

Hard-line anarchist
and anti-capitalist.

Numerous convictions
for violent offences.

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
Sixteen anarchist terror group.

We're thinking dirty bomb?
Yes.

All government
and financial institutions
and 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, trusts 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 to 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.
Unofficially, we can't afford to.

Grier takes priority, but can you
work both operations simultaneously?

Yeah. No worries.

Then do it. 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.

Do we know what
he plans to do with it?

He has experience with explosives.
We're anticipating a dirty bomb.

'The right location,
the correct amount of propellant,'

a three-mile area
could be irradiated.

One day,
you'll bring me some good news.

I'll convene Cobra. In the meantime,
keep me extremely updated.

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.

She emailed a friend
to say how badly it went last time.

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.

If things turn nasty,
you'll be on your own.
Do you want a weapon? No.

It's just another thing
we risk him finding.

Pre-loaded with your legend,
but it also detects radiation.

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

It's not that reliable, but we can't
risk using a conventional tracker.
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. Hi.

It said on your profile
you liked red,

so I asked for
the reddest one they had.

I've been sat here for ten minutes.
I could have come up with
better than that.

Shall I give you another ten, yeah?

How about you?
You got brothers, sisters?

Er... No.

No, it's just me.

Another one? Mmm...

Or we could, um...

We could just get one
from the offy.

Dimitri?

She's denying that
she has a brother.

But I don't think
she's covering for him.

It's more like she's ashamed.

You need her trust.

Just do whatever you can
to get close.

I thought we didn't do that.

Erin,
I'm not comfortable with this.

Dimitri, men are lying to women all
over the world right now to get them
into bed. Don't over-think it.

Understood.

Thank you.

So...

are you a dancer, Ryan?

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

Don't you want to get that?

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

Well, I'm not.

And if you are...

hard luck.

Ooh, sorry. I need to sit down.

Too much red wine.

One of your friends
checking up on me?

You OK?

Yeah...

Look, Ryan, I don't... 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'll get you a cab number.

I got a...

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 communiques,
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, I...

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? Daragoj.
Did you know about the...

the missing officer? Anatoly...

He saw you with Harry.

He was your friend.
I had to stop him.

He was going to tell Kuzin.
It would have 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.

Their crime was
to ask the wrong person.

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

Morning.

Morning. Are you Natalie's flatmate?

No. I'm her brother. And 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, erm, last night...

Get off me!

Are you Special Branch? Johnny!

Johnny, stop it!

Johnny, what are you doing?!
Get off him! Get off him!

He's not who he says he is, 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 never know when you're going to
show up, and when you do,
you pull this paranoid crap!

Don't... Hey.

Oi! Nat...

'How am I supposed to be?'

Please, for me, all right?

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

I've got trust issues.

Come on, why don't we have
a nice cup of tea together,

get to know each other?

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

Ryan. Ryan, just...

Grier's at Natalie's.

I've 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, it 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.

A 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.

You think he's checking up on him?
If he suspects we're on to him,
he could go to ground,

or worse, accelerate his plan.

Control? 'Grier's on his way'

to the estate agents. Less than
ten minutes away. Be there now!

Control, I'm not going to make this.

Can I help you?

Yeah. Erm, is Ryan around?

Erm, he's at a viewing.

Well, that's where I'm supposed to
be. Do you have an address?

46, Shenbourn Street.
Shall I call him?

He's on his way.

Thanks, Naomi.

See you over there
in ten minutes... OK.

What are you doing here?

How long you been
an estate agent for?

What? Erm, ten years...

How did you know I was here?

We all right about this morning?
Yeah.

You sure?

Come here. Come here...

You're insane, do you know that?

Y'know, it has been said before.
See you later.

Ryan...

Look, Ryan, erm, if you want to
see my sister, that's fine.

Don't let me put you off.

I'm not going to be around much
anyway. 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.

And 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. Yep.

Any of our teams get made and we're
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 phonebox on...

Ah, never mind.

Zeta team are tailing one of
Grier's old pals in Leytonstone.

She just got a phonecall.
Looks like she's heading
the same way. Could be a meet.

Quite a party.

This is bigger than we thought.

Control, Grier and other
potential suspects are meeting

in the centre of West Hyatt Park.
We need tails on all of them.

Second from other Sections.
Do we have the Osprey? On its way.

Those two seem to be getting
a private audience. Mmm.

Receiving images.

Identifying who we can.

OK, 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.

The last we heard, he was in Germany,
waging a campaign against

big pharmaceuticals
with the animal rights groups.

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 communiques?

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 OK. 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.

The 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 everything down. Dimitri, find
a pretext to get back 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.

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 Adviser,
Home Office Security Analyst,
Grand Vizier,

'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.

I, um...

I was supposed to be having dinner
at my parents' house,

but they cancelled on me.

So, new low. Ha!

What are you doing here?

I just thought I'd swing by.
This morning was a bit... Yeah.

Is there somewhere nice
we could have a drink round here?

No! Erm, but let's go anyway.
Just give me a sec. Come in.

Are you looking for something?

Dropped a quid.

Well, it's 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'd be a good idea to get
your mad brother onside if, um...

we're going to see each other.

Right.

17th November, 1982.

The mists aren't parting.

The Kiselow 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 Coaver.

Harry, if Jim Coaver
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 Gavrik.

Got the notebook? 'No.'

I looked in his jacket,
he must have hidden it somewhere.

'Look, I've got them
out of the house.'

Give you a chance to do a search.

He's really got it sewn up.
No, seriously.

Talking about the arms dealers,
right?

You've got Dictator A,
who plays ball.

Great, so we sell him our bombs. Now,
Dictator B's not toeing the line.

So what do we do?

We drop 'em on his head. No, either
way, the bastards always make sure

there's a demand going...

Photograph, mark and replace.
Expect anti-surveillance measures.

Oh, Johnny knows everything.

His teachers always used to say...

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

He's tried both.

He's been to prison? What for?
Oh, just stupid stuff.

He has crazy ideas about things.

Our parents...

Well, they wasn't parents,
so Johnny looked after me.

So, who'd you vote for last time
then, Ryan? I didn't bother.

They're all as bad as each other.
There's no point. You're not wrong.

Every time I come back to this
country, it seems to be getting
worse. It really breaks your heart.

The government and the banks
risk everything, nearly lose it all,
so what do we do?

Put it back into the hands of the
same corrupt, vicious bastards.
It's the definition of madness.

And next time, and the time
after that, and the time after that,

there's not going to be any going
back. The system's broken and nobody
cares. I mean, what do we care?

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

watching our plasma TVs.
I mean, what do you expect...

when we handed the keys to
that sort of... SCUM?!

What did you say?

For God's sake,
Johnny, don't... Just...

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 want to say something to us?

Yeah.

Johnny!

Well, come on then, scum! You're
still lying on the floor? Johnny!

Get out of it! Johnny, let's go!

I've got the notebook.

OK, everything as you found it
and move out.

They're heading back. Cal,
we need to get out of here now.

OK. OK.

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.

So, 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.'

I 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 his spell.

You're supposed to be
falling under mine.

I know this is probably,
erm, weird...

we just met yesterday, but...

are you busy this weekend?
It's just...

if you want to go somewhere,
just me and you, I mean.

Leave Johnny behind...

Yeah... Yeah, that'd be nice.

Yeah?

So, who's been running my mother?

The 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?

You could have sent that woman.
Anyone.

No particular reason.

I'm requesting secure point-to-point
connection from location G99,

orbital Thames House...

Yeah. Violet 36 sigma, beta 2483.

I'm still not entirely sure why
I'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?

Are you married? Children?

Well, there's not much to tell,
really.

I'm 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, erm...

small.

You embody my pet hate, you know.
I'm sorry?

Stifled potential.
I see it all the time.

Minds get blocked somewhere along
the way, locked into something...

an institution, a relationship -
that freezes them where they are.

Home Secretary, I 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 want to 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.

Everyone ends up feeling alone.

What did you find, mate?

Grier spent the night at a friend's
squat. Nothing suspicious.

Then he's back at Natalie's
this morning. 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 codeword. Crucible.

She slipped up. Just once.

Velanon. It's a multinational.

Energy, retail, currency trading,

and arms.

They acquired lots of Eastern Bloc
energy companies.

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 numbers from
Grier's notebook. Nothing helpful,
we're on most of his contacts.

No clue as to where he's 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 sight.

Mr Reddon?

Ah, my people told me
you were coming. Take a seat.

Thank you.

So, we have intelligence that
suggests an anarchist terrorist

is planning an attack on
the Velanon 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 shithole?

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.

Rather droll 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 always appreciate feedback.

We've got a major problem.
Gold and silver targets

just dumped their surveillance.
Co-ordinated move. Erin's comms bug
in the van's gone dead too!

The attack's underway.
Grier may not be the bomber.

Call CO19, have them bring him in.
Tell Dimitri

he's got until then to break him.

Ah, it's the boss.

Take it.
I'm going to jump in the shower.

Ryan speaking. Blakeson and
the woman have gone dark.

The attacks are 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. CO19 are ten minutes away.

'You have that time before
your cover's blown.'

I was thinking about
what you said last night.

Yeah? What about it? Well...

what can we do about it?
How can we change people?

One mind at a time.
There's a term in anarchist thought.

'Propaganda of the deed'.
Every action has its own message.

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 going to do about it?

Rage, rage against the 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 heroin?

Her... Heroin? Yeah, my friends
paid for my flight over here.

To return the favour,
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 those 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.

The 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's
not part of the bomb plot.

'He didn't know
what he was smuggling in.'

Are you sure about this?

It's my judgement 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 going to 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 going to have a little
talk about how you used my sister.

Fair enough.

Control, call off CO19.

'Johnny's going to help us.'

We've got him.
Signal's strong from Johnny.

He's been stationary
for the last two minutes.

He's at a phonebox in the city.

'Ryan, it's Johnny, I've got it.
The target is 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 and rendezvous
with Grier.

Get CO19 to meet us there.
Biohazard units too.

Armed police! Get down! Stop!

Get down on the floor now!

Drop it! On the floor!

Drop it now! Get down! 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... Mmm?

When did you tell your brother
about us spending the weekend
together? What? Oh, I didn't.

'Dimitri, Grier's driving back'

towards you. He's two streets away

'from the house.'

Erm... I've forgot about a viewing.
I'll call you later.

Oh... Er, bye.

Who are you? What? Where's Johnny?

Now, look, calm down!

Some bloke just gave me 50 quid
to take his car home, all right?

Control,

'he's dumped me too.
He'd bugged me.'

He's known who I am all along.

Alpha Two, you're the one
that knows him. Think.

'What's he doing?'

OK. He wants to send
the clearest message. Propaganda...

'of the deed.
He'll have picked up the source.

'He 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?'

Er, no, he has his own security.

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

Alpha Two, he wasn't supposed to go.

'We told him
to stay away from his offices.'
That's what Johnny wanted!

'He's going after Reddon.
It's an assassination.'

Warn him. Send me the address.

I'm sorry, sir,
this is a restricted area.

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.

Think of it as a dividend, Pete.

Please, don't do this!
Go on, you parasites, piss off!

For God's sake! 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? I'm afraid not.

Don't worry. It's safe for now,

until it gets in the open air.
Johnny, don't do it.

Please, put it down.

You know, I stole this from
a cancer clinic in Greece.

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

Funny that, isn't it?

Have you told Natalie
what you are yet?

Do me a favour, don't tell her.

Break off with her some other way.

OK... 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 going to 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.

What's the latest on Johnny?
He's in a coma.

There's nothing they can do.
Be dead before the end of the week.

Here...

What's this?

It's the best 'Dear John' letter
ever written.

If someone was breaking up with me,
it's what I'd want to get.

You wrote this?

Yeah.

You all need to see this.

What is it? The night Tariq died,

he'd 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,
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.

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 Coaver has been posing as Harry

to get information from Elena Gavrik.
He may have had something

to do with the 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 Coaver,

he wasn't just behind
the hit on Gavrik.

He's responsible for stealing
our intel too.

That would mean...

the CIA killed Tariq.

I know these people.
They have one purpose...

killing.

They're planning a revenge attack,
here in London. Do the Americans

know we are discussing
intelligence sharing? Huh!

Do you know what it's like to feel
something for someone,

then realise
you don't even know them?

24 hours, Jim,
then I'm coming after you.

Shit, I've lost him!

Think not of those who are slain

in Allah's way

as dead.

Give me an update! I need an update!
Proceed.

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