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He may have broken a rib.

- Are you the boyfriend?
- No.

Wow! There is a god.

Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?

Er, no. Please... sit away.

- You're running a phantom agent? Why?
- For the money.

I'm sorry, Tess.
I'm going to throw you to the wolves.

- (Tom) 'Any sign of him, Danny? '
- No.

- How long since the wire went down?
- 50 minutes.

- What's this boy doing here?
- I am upbraiding him.

- His studies are poor.
- Boy, is that true?

Yes.

Learning should be a delight,
not a punishment.

(Tom) 'What do you think, Danny? '

I think they're onto him.

Is this standard issue from Ml5
for their creatures?

They made me do it! I didn't...

Spy for the West and you spy for Satan.

That is what you did, my son.

You embraced him with all
your wretched, corrupt, withered soul.

And what is the name of
the intelligence officer you report to?

Please... Please...

No! No!

No!

No.

- No backup?
- Special Forces can't barge into a mosque.

We have to get him out of there.

No! Please...

Stop! Please!

They could be doing anything to him.

- All right, Danny, you and me.
- Great.

- What are you gonna do?
- Walk up and ask for our friend back.

- His wire's on. Johnny?
- (Screaming)

'Johnny! '

'No! Please... ' (Screams)

(Harry) 'Where is Johnny now? '

- I sent him to Five's clinic in Truro.
- He was tortured?

For luck. Beating his feet.
Broke almost every bone.

It seems this mosque has been
taken over by extremists.

We need to find out if there is a threat here.
Yet our only agent is a callow youth.

- Could you talk to him?
- No, he was too far gone.

- They put the fear of God into him.
- Yes. Thank you, Danny.

Meeting room. Half an hour.

- Her name is Vicky Westbrook.
- What?

The doc who patched me up
who's got the hots for you.

- (Sighs) Did I notice her?
- She noticed you.

Danny.

You don't mind me saying this,
do you, after Ellie,

but you have got to ride
the bicycle again, Tom.

- I do mind you saying it.
- Yeah!

Tom, meeting.

We have just received this
from Christine Dale.

Why is CIA, London
suddenly sharing with us?

- Christine is a nice woman.
- I doubt that's why.

Americans always want you
to do something.

Oh, you're in here.

Oh, sorry!

Everyone, this is Ruth Evershed,
joining us from GCHQ.

She'll be handling intelligence analysis
in this department. Sorely needed.

- Tom Quinn.
- You didn't know I was coming?

- Well...
- Introductions later.

- I want you in on this.
- Am I late?

Well, you're our intelligence expert,
you ought to know! Right.

We are briefing Ruth
and reviewing the situation.

Ruth, we are struggling
with Islamic extremism.

Problems in three London mosques
were resolved by the communities.

But our main concern is a mullah
in Birmingham - Mohammed Rachid.

He came from Afghanistan, when we saw
that country as a friendly place.

How one forgets.

Our Government gave him
permanent leave to remain.

There was a shortage of religious leaders
and they wanted to help.

Must have done well
but Mohammed Rachid has become...

Well... Zoe?

Here's an excerpt from one of his sermons.

'And when a plane
turns above a city in the West,

'who will not think of the flight
of the martyrs into the Twin Towers?

'Lt is a blessing that there are young
among us who stand ready for martyrdom.

'Satan may lash out at them

'but they are ready for the bliss
of their reward in paradise.'

CIA, London, have just told us
they found documents in Kabul

naming Rachid as an Afghani
intelligence officer linked to Al Qaeda.

We let a wolf into the fold.

The mosque's divided between supporters
of Rachid and the followers of this man.

Fazul Azzam.
Original founder of the mosque.

Mr Azzam came
to Birmingham in the early '60s.

While Rachid may be a thug,
Azzam has made no official complaint.

But Rachid and his group appear
to have the run of the mosque.

Every religion has crooked priests.

Our question is, is this one
a threat to national security?

- Why don't we close it down?
- Home Office directive.

Community sensitive policy parameters -
in real speak, they don't want a riot.

Bugger the Home Office.

If only. But if we are to bring
this man to justice,

we need evidence that will stand up in court.

All of you, find me another agent.

- I want to speak to Special Branch.
- Could you please leave?

- I'm not in this country to tolerate fools!
- Come on, sir.

I am an agent from North Africa.

Armed police, stand still!

I can be of great use to your country.

So he's not said anything at all?

Is that surprising, after what you did to him?

- I'm sorry?
- The clinic's for victims of torture.

Mainly refugees. Many resent the debris
from your world being brought here.

It's your world too... sadly.

It's my job to make it safer.

Yes. I have signed the Official Secrets Act.
He's in here.

It's all right, Johnny. You did all right.

I'm so sorry.

Safe.

- You said I would be safe.
- I really am sorry.

We'll look after you now.

You see, we don't get medals
for what we do.

All we get is respect.

And respect, you have, Johnny - big time.

There are men twice your age who couldn't
have gone through what you have.

You're one of us now.

- That's what they said.
- Sorry?

"You're one of us now."
That's what they said.

They? Who are they?

- The nest.
- Who are they?

The nest of angels, man!

- They want to turn me into a bomb, man!
- Bomb?

They want kids to be bombs, yeah.

They want me to be the one!
Then they found out I was one of you lot.

- Suicide bombers?
- That's what they say.

How serious are they?
Have they got explosives?

Have they got detonators?

Where do they want the bombers
to kill themselves, Johnny?

Where? Where?

- The centre...
- The centre?

- Where?
- Centre! Centre!

Help me here.

- "Nest of angels."
- Yes.

- Extraordinary phrase.
- I've heard it before.

It's what Hamas call
their school for suicide bombers.

Suicide bomber attacks
in the heart of England.

Any chance the boy can tell us more?

Not now. He suffered a brain haemorrhage.

They told me it happens with victims
of that particular torture - blood clots.

Harry, we have got to find out
if this is true.

Let me go and rattle Rachid's cage
as hard as I can.

Be careful.

What do you think?

Bonkers.

But brilliant.

Do you think I'll be bonkers when I'm older?

- Aren't you now?
- Could be.

Oh! Thing!

Don't talk to him.

- Forgive me for keeping you, Mr...?
- Anderson.

Mr Anderson, welcome.
This is my lawyer, Mr Hussein.

You're from the Home Office
lmmigration Service, Mr Anderson?

You have identification?

- Thank you. I'll just make a note of this.
- Do.

What can Mr Rachid do for you,
Mr Anderson?

You have applied for citizenship.
I have to tell you your application will fail.

Mr Rachid was granted permanent leave
to remain in the UK eight years ago.

After seven years,
he is entitled to full citizenship.

- Unless there is an impediment.
- There is none.

Criminal activity.
To be particular, kidnapping.

That is a very serious accusation,
Mr Anderson.

Whom, allegedly, did Mr Rachid kidnap?

A young man. Javaid Patel.
He is known as Johnny.

He was a spy.

And you are a spy.

Don't Ml5 and the immigration services
readily exchange personnel?

- We're going to clear this mosque of nests.
- You think we have mice?

- The authorities can put traps down.
- Mice are innocent creatures.

You can put them on wheels
and make them go round.

Is that what you're doing to young men
in your community?

We are going to throw you out
of this country.

Ml5 - what a sad apology
for an intelligence service.

Secret policemen in other countries
can arrest, beat, electric shock, even kill,

but what can you do?

A smear in the press?
A meaningless threat?

The world I come from must seem
utterly uncontrollable to you.

And very dangerous.

You don't get on with your father?

He took us to that new hamburger joint
on the Ross Bridge Road.

What is wrong with that?

- It's American shit.
- Don't swear, Abu. We are in God's house.

Forgive me, Rachid Sahib.

Why do you hate American things?

- America is the enemy of Islam.
- That is true.

But I hope you are not at odds
with your father.

- He doesn't pray.
- It is not for you to judge your parents.

- He drinks tins of lager.
- He lives in England.

We should live as if we live
in the House of Islam.

- Who taught you that?
- The Book.

You are an exceptional student,
Abu Hassan.

Shall I tell you a secret?

One day, England will become
the House of Islam.

No hamburgers, no tins of lager.

All the people of this island will honour God
and follow His prophet, peace be upon him.

But how could that happen?

By the blood of martyrs, my son.

We need another agent in that mosque.
Have we got anyone?

There is someone who could help.

- Don't even think it.
- Tessa ran excellent Asian agents.

But not all of them existed.
She pocketed 150 grand in expenses!

That's why we fired her.

- Nevertheless...
- That woman should be in jail.

All right. Go and see her.

Well, Tom, come to see how
the private sector lives?

- I'm not here to fight, Tessa.
- No? What a shame.

What are you doing here, Tom?

Oh, God, you want help.

You do, don't you?

We desperately need a good Asian agent,

capable of penetrating Islamic contacts.

- Can you help us?
- You're joking?

We could have a major incident
on our hands.

Terrorism? Then I hope
you get your heads blown off.

If you help the service now,
maybe in the future...

The service treated me like a leper.
I'm making my own way now.

This is a matter of national security.
For our country.

Oh, puke.

What happened to you?

- You were a great officer.
- Let's say I felt my talents weren't valued.

What do you mean?
You think you should have had Harry's job?

Goodbye, Tom.

(Reporter) 'The light-hearted mood
of a summer weekend

'was shattered in an instant.

'The suicide bomber had joined a queue
outside the nightclub.

'His bomb contained
ball bearings and nails... '

'All the occupants of the bus
are either dead or injured,

'victims of the human bombs bringing death.

'Nearly 60 were injured and nine
were beyond the help of the medics.

'That death toll includes
three babies and a four-year-old child.'

These horrors
are in other countries' streets.

If we don't act now,
they'll come to ours too.

So we have nothing.

Just a phrase from a brain-damaged boy.

Nest of angels.

This happened yesterday.

A tramp off the street making trouble
at New Scotland Yard.

- And I've just twigged.
- Twigged what?

At GCHQ we picked up a signal
about an Algerian.

I've hacked into the database of
the Secr�tariat G�n�ral de la D�fense...

You hacked into
the French Security Service?

They do it to us.

This is the tramp
the plods threw out onto the street.

- Muhammad lbhn Khaldun.
- Poor man. What a terrible story.

Yes?

He was a university lecturer. Left wing-ish.

He was arrested by the Algerian
secret service and given a choice -

death or the dangerous task of penetrating
an extreme terror group, the GAJ.

This he did, with success.
But in the end, they blew his cover.

- A car bomb meant for him killed his family.
- Nasty.

He's from a nasty world.

But he's a crack agent, who didn't want to
talk to the French, but to us.

And Special Branch
nearly chucked him out.

If you with the eyes have any authority,
make these fools understand.

I can be of great use to your country.

Release him. Tell him to ring this number.

- But he's an illegal... and a nutter.
- We don't know what he is.

Bloody spooks.

(Kids) Peter Pan's a queer boy...

- He's wearing a skirt.
- Peter Pan, he's not a man

Mr Muhammad lbhn Khaldun?

Mr John Steadman? Home Office?

They don't know who Peter Pan is, do they?

Why should they?

Peter Pan? He's a part of English heritage.

A story about a boy
who didn't want to grow up?

No, a story about being safe,

where you can play
in tree houses all day long.

Is that how you see this country?

How do you see mine?

Dusky maidens in desert tents,
offering dates on gold plates?

- You have something to offer us.
- No.

- You have something to offer me.
- What?

A passport.

We can't just dole out
British passports like sweets.

Why not?
Why have an immigration policy at all?

Why not let anyone in the world
live where they want?

- Shall we return to reality?
- Certainly.

We have a terrorist organisation
called the Group for Algerian Jihad,

which finances extremists here.

We know about the GAJ.

Is that it? Is that all you're offering?

There is a gentleman in a mosque
in Birmingham who has links with the GAJ.

'His name is Mohammed Rachid.'

Hell's bells.

Wait here. Someone else
will come and talk to you.

We are prepared to offer you
a British passport.

As much as is within our power.

If you become an agent run by us,
there'll be no going back.

- Please.
- You'll have to agree to a debriefing.

Bring on your lions.

Right.

Tom, a double espresso. Harry, a latte.

Cinnamon not chocolate.
I hope that's all right.

With the sandwiches,
I went for cream cheese with chives.

Good for the soul
to be tea boy now and then.

Let's go through this one more time.

So, after your family died,
you decided to leave Algeria. How?

- My life savings.
- Meaning?

I bribed my way onto a boat.

And the Algerian secret services let you go?

- Of course not.
- So how did you escape your masters?

I disguised myself as a camel.

- Mr Khaldun...
- You're worried I still work for them.

- Wouldn't you be in our position?
- When the extremists killed my family...

Anyway, I decided to leave the nightmare
my country had become.

I got to France.

I sent back fake reports that
I had infiltrated a GAJ cell in Paris.

My last report was that my cover
was blown and they were after me.

Then I disappeared to be reborn in England.

So, as far as the Algerian
secret services are concerned...

I am dead.

What do you think?

There is a possibility that we are being
penetrated by a dangerous double agent,

working for God knows whom -
the Algerian secret service?

The Pakistani intelligence service?
An Al Qaeda offshoot?

- Could be a disaster for us.
- Or he's telling the truth.

Offering his services to a country
with which he has fallen in love.

That's what we want to believe.

Then, we will.

So... now do I sing for my supper?

The Parkmount Mosque in Birmingham.

We want you to go in undercover
and infiltrate Mohammed Rachid's group.

But I told you -
Rachid is financed by Algerian extremists.

They killed my family.

I'm sorry. It's a difficult thing to ask.

Why me, a stranger from abroad?

We don't have the personnel
of the right culture.

- You mean colour.
- Yeah.

What is concerning us is that
they are preparing suicide bombers.

- In Birmingham?
- Oh, yes.

Welcome, England, to the world at large.

We need to know everything they're doing.
Fast. You may have to take risks.

My family is dead.

So now I will help you.

I want to speak to the office of
the vice-chancellor of the university.

Mr Mulholland? I understand
you are contractors for refuse collection

at the University of West Midlands.

Yes. We have an employee
that we wish you to hire.

It doesn't matter who we are. I've got
your VAT returns and there's a problem.

- Why do you want to stay at the university?
- I'll want to come and go at the campus.

If you want to hide,
hide amongst the young.

- Vicky.
- And what are you here for?

- Erm... I don't know.
- Are you sick?

Well, if you don't want medicine,
do you want dinner?

Sorry. This is wrong.

Five minutes.

Wait for me out the front.

- I've been looking for you.
- Have you?

Were you looking for me, too?

No. Um...

Yeah.

- Are you alone?
- I don't usually drink on my own. Usually.

- No. A road to ruin.
- Yeah.

- Well... let's do it.
- What?

- Have a drink.
- Oh, yeah! Yeah, please.

(Woman) Tom Quinn.

- It's my real name.
- Really?

Do you usually give a false name
to doctors who dine out in bed with you?

Sometimes.

There's something weird about you.
What is it?

There was a woman and a child
that I let down...

No, no. Don't tell me.

I'd rather think of you
as weird than boring tragic, OK?

OK.

Well, Tom Quinn...

Me CIA, you Ml5.

I think the point of
these meetings is that we liaise.

- Informally.
- Oh, informally. Yeah.

So, Christine Dale of London Station,
Grosvenor Square,

have the CIA anything for us?

There is one issue. We've heard
you've acquired a hot asset. It's Algerian.

Really?

We want you to share
Muhammad lbhn Khaldun.

The name means nothing.

The French said they were tracking him.

- They're sure he came to England.
- No.

This will go to Washington. Islamic agents
that can be trusted are gold dust.

I can't help you.
We haven't heard of a Khaldun.

You mean you don't want to share him.

We helped you out with info
on the mullah in Birmingham.

- Oh, yes, Rachid. Yeah, many thanks.
- So?

Please?

You want some more coffee or anything?

Look, um, we could...
go for another coffee out of here.

I don't think so.

Shit.

Shit.

(Tom) The CIA know we've got Khaldun.

- We have this from...?
- Christine Dale.

- Ah, fruitful liaison.
- Not very.

The Yanks aren't having Khaldun.

- Everything set in Birmingham?
- Operational tomorrow.

Be aware. Be very aware.

Think of this... as a martyr's shroud.

Dressed in this, he enters heaven.

Why not hold it? Don't worry, it's not armed.

Not now.

- How's he doing?
- Making friends.

So what are you saying?

It is a religious community of poor people.

I could be anywhere in the world.

- Have you seen Azzam and Rachid?
- Oh, yes.

'Lf Fazul Azzam is opposed to
Rachid's operation, he's not showing it.'

- 'Ls it genuine? '
- 'How can we tell? '

- 'Have you talked to them? '
- 'I'm waiting to be asked.'

'Well, take care. They tortured the only
other agent we managed to get in there.'

'Don't worry. I know the minds all too well.'

I have a present for you,
from the university bookshop.

- I was pleased to see it on sale, actually.
- Don't hang around the students.

(Khaldun) 'lt's strange, in this country,
where for so long I have dreamed of being,

'I think more and more of the Book.'

Aminah is studying mathematics
for A levels.

Indeed.

- I support the advancement of women.
- God favours it.

- Some think not.
- They are sadly mistaken.

I try to tell the young of when,
by God's will,

Islam was the most
advanced civilisation in the world.

How Greek mathematics
and the works of Aristotle

were first translated in Italy
in the 12th century, from Arabic.

The school of Salerno in Sicily.

- You're an educated man.
- In the sight of God, we are all ignorant.

- Indeed. Thank you, Aminah.
- Yes, thank you.

Why did it fade? This glorious Islam.

Why did we lose the moment
when East and West were coming together?

The school of Salerno
was closed by the Catholic Church.

Yes. We blame the West throughout history.

With good reason.

Are you one of them?

You say you are from Morocco.
I think you are Algerian.

Yes. I am.

You are one of them.

They sent you, those vipers,

those extremists from abroad.

I have to appeal to your generosity.
I am an immigrant...

Go and talk to your own kind.
God tolerates enough of you in the mosque!

For His purpose, whatever it may be.
Aminah.

Aminah! Our guest is leaving.

Tell Mullah Rachid
I come to help the angels.

Remember... help the angels.

(Khaldun) 'Azzam is a sick man
and the girl was very tense.

'Something is going to come to a head.'

- Will she help you get to Rachid?
- She already has. I see him tonight.

- So it's on?
- Have you got the money?

You'll have to sign for this.

Ah, money from the British treasury.
Like blood from a stone?

- And what is that?
- Transmitter.

It sends a scrambled signal via satellite.

We can record you and anyone
within a range of ten feet.

- And this?
- Camera.

Activate. It's digital.

The shots can be sent to us
via a secure internet link with ultra light.

One layer of real chocs. Beneath,
a single purpose device with a net browser.

This ridiculous James Bondery,
do we need it?

- We need evidence against Rachid.
- If he's guilty, kill him.

I see. Do we have a clash of cultures here?

Use them at your own discretion.

My discretion. Good.

We did not expect to be honoured
by a brother from Algeria.

I thank you for your hospitality,
Mohammed Rachid.

- You came through the tunnel.
- Yes.

How did you get work in the university?

My job was arranged for me
by the British intelligence services.

Indeed.

My instructions by our brothers
were to infiltrate British security.

It was, praise to God,
disarmingly easy to do so.

You are either a very brave man or a fool.

In the holy cause we serve, aren't all both?

Lbhn Khaldun, I want to believe you
but you will have to prove yourself to me.

Then let me do so. Inshallah.

I bring greetings
from our beloved Abu Innan,

founder of the GAJ, working for
the creation of an Algerian Islamic republic.

- Abu Innan is dead.
- You and I know that he is alive and well.

Forgive me, I will say where
but for your ear only.

Khanu.

Did he give you something to say to me?

The fruit of the Zaqqum tree
shall be the sinner's food.

Here are funds from your Algerian brothers.

Praise be to God,
the most compassionate, the merciful!

(All) Praise be to God!

No show.

'Khaldun has missed the last three meets.'

- The hostel he's at hasn't seen him.
- No messages?

- No.
- (Zoe) So we're blind.

They could be arming a kid to blow up
the centre of Birmingham right now.

I'm coming out in hives on this one.
What if Khaldun's not what he says he is?

- What do you mean?
- What if he's been an extremist all along?

What if he's come to coordinate the attack?

If you think that,
we've got to send Special Forces in.

The trouble is I don't know.
I just can't read him.

Danny's right. We can't wait.

I'm going to give him 24 hours.

Don't turn on the light.

I got away for a few hours.
A lavatory window. They think I'm sleeping.

- Why did you...?
- Miss all my appointments with you?

They watch me all the time.

Everyone else is watching
everyone else in there.

- In where?
- The martyrs' group.

They are going to do it, Tom.
A suicide bombing.

In the heart of the city. Tomorrow.

And they really are capable of doing that?

Oh, yes.

'Rachid holds a religious
discussion group every evening

'and every time, the same people are there.

'Ln the centre sit six young men.'

The evening starts easily enough
but things always end the same way.

What is it...
to wear �150 American trainer shoes?

To put on jackets
with a label from Milan in Italy?

What is it to drink alcopops, to go clubbing

and end up fumbling a slut of an English girl

on a canal path in the dawn,
your mind wrecked with pills?

It is nothing but ash in the mouth,

the taste of the death of the soul.

For the West sells you the illusion
of an earthly paradise. It has to.

This is how the American Jews
on Wall Street make their money.

But despite all the pressures of
the West's gaudy promises

in your schools,
on the television, in the cinema,

the way your British friends behave,

you have kept yourselves pure.

You have become the West's worst fear...

young people they cannot sell to,
they cannot touch!

You know the way to true paradise
through a martyr's death.

Death to America and her allies! Death
to the unbelievers! Death to the West!

It was after the meeting that he told me.

- What do you think of our youth?
- They are God-fearing, fine young men.

They live a difficult life,
surrounded by the sorcery of America.

May God relieve them of their burdens.

Oh, He will.

We shall put you to the proof

and until we know the valiant
and the resolute among you

and test all that is said about you.

- You want me to do this?
- Would you?

With God's help.

You are too valuable.

It is a sad thing to say
but the best martyrs are dispensable.

We have chosen the boy.

And he told me.
The boy's name is Abu Hassan.

- 'He's 16 years old.'
- 'And what is your role? '

'I am to tell him the target
and take him there.'

- 'What is the target? '
- 'I won't be told until the last moment.'

- Why do they trust you to do this?
- It's a test.

Of me as much as the boy.

And it's an old trick.

Get the stranger to do the filthy thing.

And if things go wrong, he can be blamed.

- I'm pulling you out of this operation now.
- Don't. Think of the boy.

- It's too high risk.
- If the boy is arrested,

think what will happen to him.

- He won't be dead!
- I want to talk to him,

to persuade him to give himself up,
to save himself,

to save the decent worshippers
at the mosque from this terrible thing.

- Will they let you be alone with him?
- Only at the end.

- The end?
- The last half-hour,

when I have to take him to the chosen place.

No way. I cannot sanction that.

No.

I understand.

- We'll have to go in mob-handed.
- Harry will block that.

We need a cover story
so we can go there legally.

No one leaves this room.

Ah, the gentleman from lmmigration.

Mohammed Rachid, I am arresting you
under the Charity Commission Act of 1967.

- Under suspicion of keeping false records.
- Charity Commission?

There are other ways
of making people dead.

We have a warrant to search for
hidden account books.

I wish to speak to my lawyer.

Where is the boy martyr?

Where is lbhn Khaldun?

I'll speak to him alone.

What corrodes the minds of the young,
Mr Anderson?

How can they think
this is a path to paradise?

- Do you know where the boy is?
- No.

No... I don't.

Pull her in. Pull her in!

- Get off me, pig! Pig!
- Where are they keeping the boy? You...

Please leave us for a moment,
Mr Anderson.

Yes, of course.

(Raised voices from inside)

No. Wait.

Mr Anderson. Waffield Street.

Be strong, my boy, in this your first battle.

God is in every move you make.

- God is great!
- (All) God is great!

Death to America and her allies! Death
to the unbelievers! Death to the West!

Come, martyr of God! Stand still.

You don't understand.
They are the real enemies of Islam.

Hold still while I will take away
this terrible thing.

The boy is armed! Stay back! He's armed!

(Siren, distant)

Abu! Abu.

Abu!

Abu, that's enough.

Everybody stay where they are. You, too!

Tom!

Khaldun, we have procedures for this.

Abu... why do you want to do this?

- To die in the face of oppression.
- Why? Why do that?

- For freedom.
- Aren't you free now?

The only freedom is in the House of Islam.

The House of Islam will never
be built in this country with violence.

That is not for us to judge.
Victory is only granted by God.

Ibhn, let's do this my way.
Abu, Mr Khaldun is going to step back.

No, I will stay here with you
until this is all over. Understand?

- I am a martyr. I am going to paradise.
- It's a pointless death.

Do not inteffere with a man
who is going to paradise!

This shirt... it's Villa?

- What?
- The shirt you're wearing, it's Aston Villa.

Suicide is a bit extreme,
even for a Villa supporter.

In my country, some people say

football goes against the teaching
of the Koran. What do you think?

I...

Football is one of the better things in life.

Don't leave the human race, Abu.

The Prophet himself, peace be upon him,

had to struggle with demons
and angels, Abu. There is no shame.

The mullah said that as a martyr,
on doomsday

I can intercede for 70 loved ones.

The mullah is wrong. You know it.
Just listen to yourself, listen to your heart.

I do!

I will send an unbeliever to hell
then I will see paradise!

The only paradise we will see is
the paradise we make here on Earth, Abu.

You know it.

You do.

He's going to go! Khaldun!

I misread Khaldun.

I didn't know if he was naive
or a double agent or what.

Actually, he was a hero.

- And you got him killed.
- I'm sorry?

A cast-iron asset who could have
been a great agent for us and you,

- you got him terminated.
- That's the CIA line?

My superiors are so angry,
they are in meltdown.

Sod your superiors.

- Are you in meltdown too?
- You bet.

You nearly got yourself killed.

At 11:27 our mainframe was hacked into
from a remote site.

We have a vicious anarchist.

I'm not a teacher.

Year 10?

- Supply, yes?
- Yeah. Qualified six months ago.

They want to bring us down.

I don't know if it's Special Branch
but I'm being watched.

- We're sitting ducks.
- Pull everyone out.

Couple of minutes and they'll be in the inner
sanctum, then they can start wiping us out.