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I'm a medical person.

I can help you and your brothers. Please! Please!

I saw photos of a bird, a statue.

Jason Raynott. Born north London.

University of Manchester.

- Let's just get married. - I'm down for it!

The first time I knew about the baby

was a knock at the door before our wedding.

We're in Syria in five weeks.

I'd like you with us as our medic.

- You're safe now. - Am I?

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It's Okay. Come here. Come here. Come here. Sh-sh-sh.

Sh, I got you. It's Okay. Ssh. Ssh. I got you.

It's Okay. Ssh.

Ooh, look at you and your six-pack.

Well, if you've got it...

I've told you, I can't do an interview, even if I wanted to.

- Ridiculous! - Who was that?

Manchester Evening News journalist wants to do a piece.

I don't know why they bother.

I've told them they have to go through the Army Press Office.

Look, why don't you let me do breakfast?

No, I'm Okay. Thanks, though, babe.

Mum! It's me.

You're daft, you!

- Yeah, I know. - Fingers!

What are you doing here?

I thought it'd be nice for you to have a mate here.

Oh, really? All for me, then, Marie?

- Marie texted, so... - That's all right, innit?

Never go out with a soldier, Marie.

- We're just friends, aren't we? - Yeah, at the moment.

Mum? Mum?

- All right, love? - Hiya.

I've just come to get Jamie's charger. Mum...

why is Fingers here?

We've had 'em knocking on the door, love.

It's good to have a bit of added security.

- Who? - Who do you think? The press.

- Don't tell them anything. - We won't.

And don't let them in, either.

- Right, I'm going for a shower. - All right.

You never told me that it was Elvis that saved you.

Fingers has got a gob on him, hasn't he?

No, Elvis was part of the team.

- So you did speak to him, then? - Yes. He's got someone else...

and a kiddie and that.

And nothing happened?

No.

Not really, no.

- Bloody hell, what happened? - Nothing.

It was nothing.

How could you?

Marie, don't you dare say anything.

Of course I won't say anything. We're sisters, aren't we?

We're supposed to lie for each other.

We've got this fitting and the final fitting.

Just don't put on any weight before the wedding.

Don't do an Auntie Paula.

Went to the first fitting. By the final fitting,

she was eight months' pregnant.

You're not pregnant, are you, Georgie?

- What? - No, course not.

You wouldn't be that daft, cos he's a doctor!

Come here, you!

- She looks gorgeous. - Oh, it's definitely the one.

Stunning!

You look so beautiful.

Seriously, Georgie, I've gone all goosey.

Look at my skin.

Hey, what you doing?

- I... I'm sorry. - Are you all right, love?

I just thought you were someone else, I'm sorry.

Hey.

- Couldn't breathe in there. - That'll be guilt.

Piss off.

You've got to be brave, right?

What on earth are you doing, Georgie?

She's seeing sense, that's what.

- Just wind your neck in! - Mum, sorry, I was really hot.

No, it's all right, love. It is hot in there.

But the lady said she'd turn the heating down...

Oh, sorry, love. Are you Okay?

- Yeah. - Come on, I've got you.

Sorry. She just got a bit hot, that's all.

Everything's fine now, eh, Georgie?

Yeah. Sorry. Can I use your toilet?

Of course, just through there.

Try not to get any piss stains on your train, eh, George?

So...

you marry Jamie,

and you get it into your thick skull

that you can never see Elvis again.

You can't even think about him.

I can't even sleep at night, Marie.

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Okay.

Okay, I'm fine.

Everything's fine.

Hi! I'm home!

You've been published! Oh! That's amazing!

- Congratulations! - Thank you.

We'll get copies for your mum and dad.

I ordered several... dozen!

We'll save seven for each of the children we're going to have.

And my nan will want one.

At least it'll give me something to brag about at the Q and A.

What Q and A?

St George's tomorrow. Remember?

No. No, you never mentioned it.

I could skip it if you need me to stay here with you.

What, in case I self-harm?

Moved the knives out the kitchen just in case.

So you're going to London tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah. It's up and back in a day.

I think I said, I mentioned...

- No. - No?

I won't bang on, you've got enough to worry about.

You know what you should do? Take all the magazines down

and then just... just scatter them everywhere.

Already e-mailed the professor there and attached the piece.

Said he can let the students read it before they meet me.

So you're making it out it's about them,

but it's about you blowing your own trumpet?

- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm.

Why don't I come?

I've been wanting to go London for ages.

- You really want to come? - Mm-hm, yeah.

Don't worry, I won't get in your way.

- See you at four. - Yeah. Don't be late.

Always on parade punctually.

- Good luck. You'll smash it. - Thank you.

Thank you for agreeing to meet me.

No problem. I'm working at the MoD today, anyway, so...

Good to put a face to a name. Georgie's spoken about you.

Well, she's a... a vital member of the section.

Who now needs a rest to get better.

Look, you do understand she's ill, don't you?

I don't want her to go back to work

if all it's going to do is worsen her condition.

We understand her situation.

She's constantly being assessed by the Army psychiatric team.

- We have a duty of care... - So do I, Captain James.

How can I help?

I'm here to make sure it's Georgie the Army puts first.

We're getting married and I don't...

- We're getting married. - My wife's a serving soldier.

Who's suffering from PTSD?

I meant marriages can work,

even if one is in the Army and on tour.

Georgie shouldn't go on tour. She needs complete rest.

You and I know it'll be her who decides what to do and when.

You shouldn't be putting those ideas into her head.

Look... I'm not just her commanding officer.

I also genuinely care what's best for her.

Thank God you got her out of there.

Special Forces boys did most of the work.

I wish I could thank 'em.

So, what, were they Kenyan or British or?

What, you're not allowed to say?

- Say goodbye to Daddy, Laura. - Got to go to Mummy now.

- See you next week! - Say bye.

Bye!

Come on, off we go. Say bye-bye.

Bye.

Georgie!

- What you doing here? - Elvis, it doesn't matter now.

- What did you want? - I shouldn't have come.

What am I doing?

Hey.

Talk to me.

I'm imagining things.

I'm seeing people... that aren't there.

Who do you think you've been seeing?

Well, he's dead, so it can't be him.

- Abu? - Yeah.

What?

After the air strike, the Kenyans looked for DNA evidence,

trying to identify who'd been neutralised.

But the place got obliterated.

They found a very impressive network of tunnels

underneath the dwelling.

So he escaped?

- Really? We let him escape? - We didn't let him escape.

So he's smarter than the British Army?

Oh, my God.

Every time I close my eyes at night, I see him...

his face.

And when I do manage to get to sleep, he's always there.

- I'm losing it. - No.

He's not really following me, is he?

There is no way he's got back into the UK. Trust me. Right?

I will report the sightings, but...

- So it's... all my imagination? - Yeah.

So he tried to kill you, didn't he? Hm?

He killed a fellow hostage.

It's natural that you feel a bit shaken. Anyone would.

All right?

- Okay. - Good.

- I've got to go. - Go on.

- See you. - See you later.

- Thank you for coming. - Thank you.

You smashed it.

I haven't been that nervous since I asked you to marry me.

Judy!

This is my partner, Georgie.

- Hi. - I've heard all about you.

Judy and I trained together.

What an ordeal you've been through.

Er... so you work here, then?

She studied here. Now she's back tutoring.

Can't keep me away.

Sometimes Georgie tutors the new recruits at Pirbright.

Yeah, the thing with trainee doctors is, they listen,

unlike the squaddies.

Yeah, but you can make them listen

or it's solitary confinement and 50 lashes.

Judy invited us back for a little ah... reception

- in the staff room. - Nothing too grand.

Finger buffet.

Extended to all guest speakers and their plus-ones, of course.

Cor.

I don't think I've ever made it into the staff quarters.

I'll ah... see you later, JJ.

JJ?

JJ... Oh. No, there were two Jamies in the year,

so I became JJ. Do you fancy a finger buffet?

- You never mentioned, uhm... - What, Judy? Haven't I?

- Great talk, Jamie. - Thank you.

What is it?

You know my cousin in Belsize Park?

- Yeah, what about her? - Well, I said if I had time,

I'd nip in for a brew, so...

- I'll come with you, then. - No, no. No.

You've got Judy.

A quick bite and we'll see her after.

I'd rather just meet you at Euston.

Besides, I don't really fancy a finger buffet.

Sometimes I feel there's a part of you I'm not allowed to know.

Er... do you know... Just a second.

- I didn't know who Judy was. - She...

Surely they don't actually think it's Abu, do they?

The MoD think there's a chance he could be in the country.

Just talk to them.

Tell the brigadier where you may have seen him.

If he's unaccounted for, he'll be desperate

- to glean what he can from you. - I don't know if it was him!

But now they need to make doubly sure that any intel you have

is shared with all agencies.

Do they think he's planning something on home soil?

Yeah.

They're monitoring the mother's movements.

In fact, his entire close family are under 24-hour surveillance.

As will you be.

- Relax. Lance Corporal Lane. - Sir.

Right.

Let's get started, shall we?

Right. Right, well, I'm getting a cab now, all right? Okay, bye.

You didn't go and see your cousin, did you?

Sorry. I just didn't want you to be cross.

So did you meet someone?

Only the Army, yeah.

- So you did meet someone? - No! Not someone.

Special Forces who rescued me wanted to interview me again.

Why couldn't they do it properly, professionally?

What's all this "coming to London to shop" stuff?

- I was coming to shop! - Mm!

Look, they called me and I met them.

They're uhm...

They're giving us close security for a few days. 24 hours.

Close security?

24 hours a day? Why?

I can't give you details on the train!

- I'm going to be your husband! - Yes, I know!

You know I won't let you down, don't you?

We are getting married.

You know, don't you?

Know what?

- Who told you? - No one.

It was my mum, wasn't it? My mum.

She said some guy let you down on your wedding day

and he was Army but she didn't even tell me his name.

What was his name?

When we first started out, you said to me

that you didn't care about my past, right?

- Yeah. - Right, so...

After that... I just don't know how to bring it back up.

You know?

Anyway, it doesn't even enter my mind, so it's irrelevant,

the whole thing.

Just one thing from now on. One thing.

Be honest with me.

That's all.

Okay.

Double-lock the front door.

Just let us know of any planned movements...

So you'll follow us everywhere?

There'll always be someone outside

and we'll just shadow you as you go about your business, Okay?

- It's so weird. - What?

The fact that he's out there, looking for us.

Well, we don't know he's actually looking for us, do we?

It's freaking me out.

Well, I'll look after you.

Or close protection will look after you.

I wish you could have stayed for the reception.

Why?

They said I could tutor there

and eventually work towards my professorship.

- They offered you a job? - Offered for now. Yeah.

Was it that Judy?

- She's not "that" Judy. - Well...

She's... She works there, Okay?

It won't be her decision, but she can help.

I don't... I don't know what to say.

I don't have to give them a definitive answer for 24 hours.

And what about my job? You know, I'm a soldier. I'm...

I'm a Manchester girl.

Yeah, but you spend most of your life somewhere else.

Afghan, Sierra Leone, Germany, Kenya...

Why not London?

We always said it was your last tour before we got married.

Maybe now is a good time to bow out.

Leave the Army...

I don't know... I don't know if I'm ready.

Well, if we're going to have seven kids,

we're going to have to start banging them out soonish.

Banging them out? You make me sound like a beast!

- I'm here as your Army liaison. - Yes, I know, sir.

Counter Terrorism Command from here on.

- The big guns. - Oh, yes.

I'm here to look after your best interests.

- Sir. - Good morning.

How's life treating you, Lane?

Fine.

We all know it's not the easiest to adjust after a tour.

- Yeah, well... - If you ever need to talk...

I've briefed them and they've obviously read your file.

If you don't understand anything, just ask me.

- You got this? - Yes.

So there's nothing to be alarmed about, Lane.

Sir.

But we now have confirmation.

Raynott re-entered the country on August 28th.

Arrived on a passenger flight from Ethiopia.

- Why didn't we apprehend him? - False passport.

- What, it's that simple, sir? - Occasionally.

Until he's apprehended, we assume he's active.

Intelligence have now led us to the cleric

we think radicalised Raynott.

Hassan al-Shwadify. Originally Egyptian,

he's been preaching in Manchester for seven years.

Not at any of his known addresses,

which leads us to contemplate...

he might be part of an active cell with Raynott.

We need you to stay calm and focused.

So what you're saying is, right...

that my sightings of him

might not have been delusions, but it... it might have been him?

So what do you... Do you think he might have found out

where I am and?

We need to plot all the places you may have seen him.

Then we can trawl through the CCTV footage

and try and find him.

We're going to catch him, Lane.

So I came running out the shop, I couldn't see him.

Just thought it was a case of... What do you call it?

Mistaken identity.

Anyway, I saw this guy, I just grabbed him and it wasn't Abu.

Was Abu alone?

Er... yeah. Yeah. If it was even him, yeah.

Actually, no. What am I talking about? I don't know.

I don't know. He might or he might not have been alone.

I'm sorry.

- We'll go and check the CCTV. - Okay.

You all right?

Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be ready for Syria.

What?

Well, let's see how all this pans out.

I'm fine.

You need to rest, get yourself 100 per cent sorted

and then we can think about Syria.

You're a good soldier and had a lot of shit chucked at you.

Once your head's sorted, I want to have you back.

Boss.

Yep. Yeah, we're coming up now.

So he was here.

I wasn't just imagining it.

Having studied the files

and watched the tapes of your debrief in Kenya, Lane,

you seemed certain his planned attack was Kenya, not home soil.

I just presumed it, sir. It was nothing concrete.

In your statement, Lane, you said,

"I didn't have long in their ops room,

but there were these drawings, sketches.

I think they showed the entrance to a shopping centre

and there was this sculpture like a bird."

This operation is being escalated to severe.

Attack highly likely.

This now involves the Home Office.

What time do you call this, you dirty stop-out?

Oh, you shouldn't. You made me jump!

Sorry. I was worried.

I thought you wanted to sit in on the call with St George's.

Jamie. I'm sorry.

What? What is it?

Er...

I've been with Counter Terrorism Command.

Thing is, Abu's been following me.

And I'm shit scared because I don't know what to do.

What?

- Sorry I wasn't here for you. - Don't be daft. Don't be daft.

I turned them down, anyway.

- For me? - No, for us.

Don't worry, it's going to be all right.

Why don't you just ditch this bullshit?

- Language! - This is archaic crap.

Get down! Everybody, get down!

Get down! We need an ambulance!

It's Okay. I'm here.

I'm sorry.

Who's Elvis?

He's one of the boys. Part of my rescue.

So, why do they call him Elvis?

Has he got a bit of a quiff going on?

You know what they're like in the Army,

all got weird nicknames.

He's persistent.

You should get that.

Go on.

They want me as part of the counterterrorism op

because I've had experience with Abu.

Yeah, well, you didn't do a very good job, did you?

You let him get away.

I'm going to be incommunicado for the foreseeable.

You've got five minutes to buy me a brew.

I'll meet you at the café on Fortune Road, fill you in.

- The Polish café? - That's the one.

Okay.

- All right. Bye. - Bye.

Well, it's turning out to be one of the...

Northwest's biggest peacetime operations.

Emergency medical room is fully kitted out, 70 beds.

All police on active duty.

Several thousand troops on standby.

All based on my ramblings.

No, on a radicalised extremist roaming the area.

Well, the shopping centre was all my intel.

We've contingency plans for multiple sites

to be hit simultaneously.

We're expecting a number of terrorists.

The shopping centre being an obvious target,

and other crowded public places.

- There's just so many options. - Exactly.

CTC are preparing for a situation

where they hit up to ten targets at the same time.

So the shopping centre is just one on the list?

Your intel is just one small part of a whole.

Now stop worrying.

I do know what's going on inside your head.

- You reckon? - I know.

Right, you pay, I'm going to the loo.

- You all right, mate? - Not too bad. Yourself?

Yeah. What's the breakfast like here?

Best Polish breakfast this side of Kiev.

Listen, I don't mean to sound ungrateful...

and I am very grateful you saved Georgie in Kenya.

But maybe now's time you get the fuck out of our lives.

Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?

Sorry, love. Are you paying for both?

- No. I'll get these. - What's going on?

Oh, it's just a little thank you to Elvis for saving your life.

Yeah, I'm buying you breakfast. Come on, Georgie, let's go.

I used to come here every Sunday with my nan to feed the ducks.

Apparently you're not allowed to give ducks bread any more.

I feel guilty now.

Got anything else to feel guilty about?

What?

Did anything happen between you and Elvis out there?

Jamie, no!

Was he the one that didn't turn up to the altar?

- Oh, my... I knew it! - Jamie...

I know everything you've been through.

I was always there for you, supported you.

- Look, you've been brilliant. - Brilliant?

Just not brilliant enough that you wouldn't have lied to me?

Georgie, the lying is too much.

- Look... - I need to get back to work.

I'll see you at home, then, yeah?

I think we should push the wedding back a few weeks.

Are you going for one night or two?

I don't know. I don't know how long I'll be gone.

Why?

I've got meetings and...

Will you stay with your parents?

Do you want me to?

I think it'd be best.

Jamie...

But why, Georgie? Why?

We've decided to delay it, that's all. Calm your tits.

We just don't get it.

Well, there you go. We're just putting it back a bit.

- When? Is there a date? - Please, Mum!

We just want what's best for you, Georgie.

- This is so upsetting, Georgie. - Has she called it off?

We're dealing with the situation here, all right? Sh!

- Can I come in, love? - Mum, I'm all right.

Well, you're clearly not.

What about Jamie, is he all right?

Just...

Georgie, for once you're going to have to listen.

This is Zero Alpha. Extraction complete.

Primary recovered. Repeat. Primary recovered.

All is well in the world.

- Is that Jamie, love? - Be nice, eh?

No one could ever question your timing.

Yeah, I don't want to know. Anyway, you need to hear this.

Go on.

GCHQ are monitoring phone use of Raynott's associates.

One of them has just pinged onto a mast near a shopping centre.

Voice analysis has confirmed it's Raynott.

The terror threat is now escalated to critical,

attack expected imminently.

Do they know when?

Imminent's the only intel we have. We're going to wait out.

Oh, fuck.

Listen, we're on standby. All hospitals are on red alert.

Out the way. Just let me speak to her.

It's locked, Marie.

Why couldn't you do that?

Elvis, I'll call you back in a sec. Okay.

Of all the people to have your head turned by, why that twat?

- It's not as simple as that. - Oh, is it not?

Leave the Army. Marry Jamie.

Be happy. Simple.

I love you.

I'm your soulmate.

Am I right or am I right?

- Yeah, you're right. - Thank you.

Don't call that twat back.

I just can't bear to see you go through that again, Georgie.

As your mum, it broke my heart.

And Jamie came along, you started to live your life again,

live it properly, not like the one you had with Elvis.

Jamie makes you happy. If you could only just bloody see it!

Maybe I don't know how to be happy any more.

- He's not met someone else? - No! At least I don't think so.

Good. Because you two are perfect together.

Breaking news. We're getting reports

that the terror threat level in Manchester

has been raised to critical.

It's due to credible evidence

presented to Counter Terrorism Command earlier today.

This means an attack could happen imminently in the city.

The upgraded threat level means you can expect to see

increased police presence across the city

and reinforcements at key locations

throughout Greater Manchester.

This includes stop-and-search systems...

Along with police, Army units

are reportedly being put on standby

with a focus not only on coordinated threats,

but also the possibility of lone-wolf style attacks...

Officers in position at all other potential targets, sir.

Good.

The entire vicinity is being monitored

for any suspicious activity.

Stand by, then, chaps.

Be here in nine minutes. Nine minutes.

Suspected target seen boarding the 179 in the town centre,

spotted on CCTV.

We're on, boys.

Greater Manchester Police and Whitehall

are reiterating the message to people to remain calm.

Officers will be performing stop-and-search

on individuals, and we ask the public to cooperate.

I've just got to search your bag, sir.

- Yeah. Thanks. - Thank you very much.

- Keep your arms up. - Open your bags, please, madam.

Move along.

Open your bag, please, sir.

Stop-and-search procedures today. Don't worry.

- It's all right. - Just calm down.

Calm down.

Everybody, stop-and-search.

That's him.

Tell the bus company to ground all buses.

That's going to take too long. Permission to move now, sir.

Go.

This is a racist thing.

Armed police! Show me your hands!

Show me your hands! Show me your hands!

Suspect down. Detonator neutralised.

- Nobody move! - Are you alone?

Bravo One Zero, this is Sierra Three Alpha.

We have overwatch. Over.

Marie, I need you to call me back. I need you to come home.

Here we go, fellas. Prepare to breach.

- I thought you were up town. - I can't get a bus.

- Right, good. Stay in. - Why?

Cos loads of shit's going down.

- Move! - Move! Quickly!

- All call signs on me now. - Roger. Out.

Where the hell's Lulu?

Lulu, come down. Let Georgie see you're still alive.

Spanner, top deck.

Under your seat there's a rucksack.

- Can you tell me if it's yours? - Rucksack? With my back?

Okay. I need everyone's attention.

Slowly make your way off the front of the bus.

As soon as possible. Thank you.

That's it. Keep moving. Down you go.

Medium-sized rucksack found under seat 24.

Human lives threatened and collateral damage.

Remote device confirmed. We need to block the signal.

Okay. That's a remote device confirmed.

Remote device confirmed. Block all signals.

Roger. All signals blocked. Over.

Let's scramble a helicopter. Target's on the move.

Evacuate area. I want a 100-yard exclusion zone.

Get everybody out of their cars and away now. Go.

What was that? Georgie, what was that?

Georgie, what was it?

A man has detonated

an explosive vest on George Street.

There may have been several incidents.

Talking about a device being found on a bus

which was stopped outside...

He fled the bus,

so we are led to assume that this man is still at large.

I've been reading about it online.

- Any fatalities? - One. Plus the suicide bomber.

- Abu? - No, one of his associates.

- You were spot-on about Abu. - How?

He tried to bomb the shopping centre,

along with a suspect who's now been arrested,

a bloke called Naazir.

Well, what about Abu? Have you got him?

Sorry. I'm not having this. You need to go, Elvis.

- It's not... - I don't wanna hear it!

You need to go and you need to leave us alone.

- I appreciate... - I don't wanna hear it!

I'm just thinking of you, Georgie, I don't need the evils.

So what happened?

His accomplice had to detonate his vest out in the open.

If Abu had got in the centre, it would've been carnage.

- So you let him go? - No. He disappeared.

We found his device on the bus, but he was nowhere to be seen.

So what now?

Come on, you did a good thing today.

It was a waste of time, wasn't it?

You let him slip through your fingers again.

Georgie! Georgie!

Listen to me. Please.

I do love you, you know.

I can't be happy with you again. It's too late!

- No, it isn't. - Yes, it is, Elvis.

Okay, once upon a time...

But... no, not now.

- Georgie, don't go. - Elvis... Please.

I didn't go to London. Got called back to the hospital.

I was so scared, not knowing if you were Okay.

I thought you'd never want to see me again.

Can I ask you one question?

Yeah.

Is it properly over between you and Elvis?

Yeah, I promise.

And nothing happened in Kenya?

No.

I'm leaving the Army.

I've made up my mind.

You have to do what you want to do.

All I want to do...

is marry you.

She's leaving the Army and starting a new life. Back off.

- Big day Saturday, then. - Yeah. Yeah, it's not a secret.

Tell me who you really just met up with.

It's not like you to turn up on my wedding day.

It's too dangerous. Abu is out there somewhere.

With a vest, I'll be in control.

Think he knows about the wedding?

It's the first day of your new life. He'll want to ruin that.

Find Abu and neutralise him.

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