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Strain E-34. Incubates in 18 hours. Then
the carrier affects anyone he comes near.

I think your guy in Tehran
just blew open a case of it.

They don't know how the virus got
on the train, or that we blew it up.

If the world learns
we released a bio-weapon,

the consequences will be catastrophic.

I'm maintaining watch on
the Iranian special consul via his wife.

She's half English.
She's not very popular in Tehran.

You are in Iranian
diplomatic territory now. This is Iran.

Iran does not
respond well to... invasion.

Zaf's gone. He's gone.

Can you live with the thought of leaving
him out in the field? I'm not sure I can.

- I need you.
- No, you don't.

If Cuvier's telling the truth, it could lead us
to Zaf and to Copenhagen.

Do you know who your real enemies are?

Today it's someone
called Copenhagen.

Ow! Shit!

- Mr Hogan.
- Special Consul.

Tell your friends in Washington
to clip their hawks' wings.

My president views the secret production

of materials banned by the Geneva
Convention in a very dim light.

If it was shown to the world

that the exposure of this biological agent
by the bomb was the work of the CIA,

then we may not be able to restrain
the Iranian Secret Service.

It's fortunate for you I consider
your threats idle.

But seeing as you seem so keen
to find the culprit,

let me enlighten you.

The British bombed your train.

- Any idea where Ros is?
- Following a lead on Zaf.

I forbade any hare-brained search
missions. Did you think I wouldn't notice?

- No, I knew you wouldn't authorise it.
- For good reason.

I'd hope someone would do
the same for me.

I will pursue anyone
acting against my people,

but I will not risk losing
anyone else and nor will you.

One more incident with
Iran's fingerprints on it,

we won't be able to restrain the Americans.
Then we'll be looking at another Gulf War.

Hal 167 Cargo,

turn left, heading 260 degrees.

Climb flight level one niner zero.

Roger, tower.
HAL 167 turning left.

We have
a malfunction. Requesting...

Engine failure. Losing air speed.

Request an emergency landing.
Come in, Tower.

Tower...

Try them again.

Hal 167. This is Chartwell radar.

Call Search and Rescue.

Yeah.

Where did it come down?

A cargo plane's come down
near the American base at Halesworth.

Reports of a collision or shooting-down.
Possibly a missile.

- Any noise from the Americans?
- Not yet. It's MOD land, I'll get in touch.

In the light of threats
to civilian aviation we've been receiving...

Only a couple of days ago there was
the prospect of peace. Fragile but real.

Let's pray this is not the Iranians.

There's been no unusual chatter
or traffic from the embassy.

I've a routine pick-up
from my embassy source.

I could find out what's
coming from their end.

- Ana.
- Was that OK?

It was perfect, but this call's probably being
monitored by security agencies.

- In this trade, it always serves to be careful.
- I'm sorry.

So, why did you pick it up
if it was a risk?

I'm still learning.

Well, then, you be careful.

Moments after the plane
disappeared,

another pilot reported taking evasive action
to avoid an unidentified object

not on radar.

No reports of another plane
missing or damaged?

Not yet.

A cargo plane down,
and three crewmen dead.

Not a very impressive tally
for a terror target.

Is it conceivable that a UK plane is shot
down deliberately to crash into a US base?

Access to the perimeter
at Halesworth is relatively easy.

It's home to a permanent
encampment of UFO freaks.

Our very own Area 51.

The possibility of infiltration
is why we've kept an eye on them.

Could there be a terrorist
among the ufologists

- firing missiles at passing traffic?
- It's a possibility.

I've told the home secretary
grounding all flights

would be playing directly
into the terrorists' hands.

We need to find out who it is
and if they'll strike again.

I've contacted
the Defense Intelligence Agency.

- They're liaising with the Americans.
- Meaning what? Claiming an exclusive?

- Get hold of Sheridan.
- I know all your old cronies.

The story is, Sheridan has been taken ill.

The MOD are freezing us out.

They know something.

Malcolm, you're going to Halesworth.

- What, to liaise?
- Undercover. Look at the crash site.

Then visit your UFO friends.
Your contacts there are invaluable.

- Anything from Iran?
- We're going through the documents

my Iranian source provided.

There's little more than a visitors' book.
There are no new faces at the embassy.

The MOD are covering
for a security breach.

We need to know what's happened
before fingers are pointed at Iran.

Perfect day to be a man down.

Connie, delay the home secretary.

We don't report to him till we find out
what's going on with the Iranians.

Ros, get back to me as soon as you can.
All hell's breaking lose here. Just...

just let me know if you're OK, yeah?

Who are you?

Oh, it's you.

You wanted to find out
where your friend Zaf is.

Track down this evil Copenhagen.

I get the impression
you're not here to help.

Why bring me to Denmark?

We want to find out something.

- I'm not telling you anything.
- About Harry Pearce? Adam Carter?

No, we know all about them.

What, then?

Aren't you meant to ask me questions?

- Isn't that why I'm here?
- No.

Then, what am I doing here?

Good grief.

Apparently, you're already late
for your annual psychological profile.

The shrink's waiting downstairs.

Welcome to the new caring,
sharing Security Services.

She said to remind you that after
two postponements they can suspend you.

Apr�s moi le d�luge.

- How many times have I missed...
- Five.

Please apologise to her for me.

And try to use all your powers
to persuade them that I am still sane.

Get down there or you will be suspended.

Jo. We need to find out everything
the MOD know about this downed plane.

- Who do you know?
- Hmm...

I had a boyfriend in MOD Intelligence.
You already knew that, didn't you?

- Arrange to see him.
- Will he get in trouble?

- If he tells us stuff we already know.
- I mean with the MOD.

He'll have to ask them that.

What's in it for him?

- What is it men always want? I forget.
- You can't seriously...

No, there isn't time. Take a look at this.
See what you can use.

You know he lied to me
about being married.

Sounds like payback time to me.

- Pleasure.
- Cricket.

- Longing for.
- Summer.

Hiding from.

Aliens.

Alone.

- Scarlet.
- Reward.

Chocolate buttons.

- Missing.
- Something.

Someone.

Just one word.

Sorry, I need you.
Malcolm's about to report in from the base.

We'll just have to start over.

Thank you. I was just beginning
to get maudlin.

Lamenting the fact that there's no
Lady Pearce to visit the palace with?

Even by your standards, Connie,
that's impressive.

I haven't just spent my time drinking gin
and plotting the Murdoch family's downfall.

Just so you know, I have a perfectly
serviceable tiara if you need a stand-in.

Sic transit gloria mundi,
as they say.

My guess is these men
must've removed the remains of the crew.

But the oddest thing

is that the main part of the fuselage
seems to have been moved.

I've got to stop now.

- Those men were wearing...
- I know.

This reminds me of when we first met.

You wore a red dress.
Do you remember?

- Course I remember.
- What happened to it?

- Us or the dress?
- Both.

Well, you lied.
And I threw the dress away, I think.

I don't want to talk about us.
I want to talk about Halesworth.

The MOD won't let us get
fresh intelligence after the crash. Why?

They've sent in
a high-level team to investigate.

- That's it?
- Jo, if I knew more, I'd tell.

You're still lying.

Here, Alan. Do you recognise this?

It's a receipt for dinner for four.
You, the wife...

Remember her?
Canadian diplomat and his wife.

- And?
- You claimed for it.

- So?
- The nice Canadian man paid for all of you

- and there you are claiming for it.
- A simple mistake.

We have a file. As you can imagine,
this is the least of it.

You might get a rap on the knuckles,
but when another emerges next week,

and the week after that...

And with the marriage in trouble...

The investigators went off to Halesworth
carrying full NBC suits.

Why?

There were highly toxic chemicals
on the plane that crashed.

- Whose chemicals?
- Ours.

Do we know what?

I can let you know.

We'll do a swap.

Is it possible for Iranian
intelligence to run operations in the UK

- without your knowledge?
- I might ask the same of you, Harry?

- And my reply would be?
- That you'd soon hear of any such plans.

- What have you heard?
- There are factions,

not just extreme ones, who see
British handiwork behind the recent blast.

Without evidence
to the contrary,

it may be that the voices of...

moderation, mine among them,
are being lost in the general clamour.

So getting back at the great
and the little Satan

would be hard for some of
your colleagues to turn down?

I can't be expected to speak for
my colleagues.

But I can assure you,
your plane crash was not the fault of Iran.

The plane was carrying
some highly toxic chemical agents.

The MOD put an exclusion zone
around the test site,

but the Americans have
taken the fuselage into the base

for testing and decontamination.

- Jo, any idea how bad the substances are?
- Porton Down-bad.

Connie. Get on to Malcolm.

Why were lethal toxic chemicals
on a standard courier flight?

They'd say they're less of a target,
given all the threats at the moment.

Unless terrorists knew
what the plane was cargoing.

The period of lethal toxicity is like a spike.
It'll be safe in a couple of hours,

but for Malcolm the damage
may already be done.

Malcolm, start walking away
from the crash site.

Why?

The plane was
a commercial courier flight,

but for some reason, there was a shipment
of highly toxic chemicals on board.

Oh, right. That explains
the men in NBC suits.

Yes. Probably.

I don't know at this point
how exposed you've been.

The prognosis is not good.

I can't put a positive spin on this,
Malcolm. I'm sorry.

I'm transmitting a grid reference to a GPS.
That's where the medevac's coming in.

I'll meet you at the hospital.

I'll go in and get him on it.

Stay focused on the reasons for this crash.
The medics will look after Malcolm.

If we get this wrong,
his death will be the first of many.

We've attempted face-matching the UFO
guys Malcolm's met at the base.

No red flags so far.

This isn't an impostor in the UFO camp
firing missiles from Halesworth.

Was a bomb placed on board
to maximise chemical spillage?

The fuselage should tell us what happened.
If I can get to the black box, even better.

Find out who caused this crash.

I'll get on to Bob Hogan. It's happened on
US property, he'll be on the inside track.

Look out for anything that comes in
from Ros and pass it only to me.

- Where is she?
- She followed a lead on Zaf.

Aren't you going
to ask me something? Anything.

Because there are things I could be doing.

I have to say that I'm disappointed
in your answers.

But you haven't asked me any... questions.

That's true.

Let me think of a question.

OK.

What would Harry Pearce do
if you failed to report back in 24 hours?

He might assume something like this
had happened, no?

Maybe he'd also assume
you'd have been forthcoming by now.

A fair assumption.

Don't flatter yourself.

How long till after his last officer
disappeared

did Harry Pearce wish Zafar Younis
was already dead?

Time is against you.

Why don't you say?

Maybe we should have a little talk.

Are the MOD people
being any use?

It's a mess, but I'm hearing no reports
of contamination.

- The toxins work as a spike.
- So I hear.

- Still no sign of the black box?
- Incinerated, in all likelihood.

Pity. It was our best shot for finding out
who was responsible for the crash.

We won't find anything on the plane.

When the contamination's been dealt with,
we could have a team look at the fuselage.

That's what we're doing now.
I'll let you know if anything points to hijack.

Let me come with you.
I can help you with the MOD people.

That's not necessary.
They're being very cooperative.

This happened on my watch too, Bob.

I'd like to help.

Fine. I'll pick you up in my car.

Tell the pilot I'm staying.

Malcolm! Malcolm,
they're here to take you out.

There might be something they can do.

Anyway, if I tell them to leave,

- they won't come back.
- I don't want them to come back.

Jo told me the name of that stuff.

It's not only that I don't want to leave you
flapping in the wind,

but we need to find out for ourselves
what happened to that plane.

Being kept alive for a few days,
what sort of a life is that?

- A few days is a few days.
- Not in the condition I'll be in.

- I'll have to speak to Harry.
- Come on, Adam.

It'd have been unlike Harry not to remind
you that the operation takes precedence.

Oh, that's better.

I could barely think with all that racket.

Well, I've dressed for it,
so let's go. Come on.

The camp. The Adventists believe
that the enemies are human,

but humans controlled by
malevolent external forces,

whose ultimate aim is to control the Earth.

The Doomsdays believe the
appearance of aliens on Earth

is manufactured by human conspirators.

The plane didn't crash 'cause of this
lot. The answers are on the base.

Good to see you.

- Giles said you might join us.
- All right. Johnny.

There's been a shedload of
activity the last few days.

Strange lights, weird shapes in the sky,

and a crashed plane.

The aliens have either arrived

or the square heads are preparing
for their arrival.

Is there a light on?

- Yes.
- Did you ever lie to get out of trouble?

- Yes.
- Is your name Ros Myers?

Yes.

Did you ever commit an act of espionage
against the UK or any of her allies?

No.

Were you involved with
the bomb blast in Tehran?

No.

Was anyone from Section D
involved in that bombing?

- No.
- Zaf Younis?

No.

- Do you know where he is?
- No.

Are you presently involved
with searching for Zaf Younis?

Yes.

Are you aware of any operation
being conducted at Halesworth Air Base?

No.

Stop!

Welcome home, Ros.

We're not in Denmark, then?

No. The plane just moved slowly
round England

for the amount of time it would've
taken to fly to Denmark.

There is no trail that leads
to Zaf. We made that up.

Took advantage of how much
you wanted to find him.

You used to be
a government minister, didn't you?

Now I'm known as "Sholto".

It's just cold water running through
your veins, isn't it? We can use that.

- Do you work for Harry?
- No. I work for a group called Yalta.

Have you seen inside the wire?

Trouble is, they catch you in there,
you don't come back.

Well. I'm going to go in tonight.

You're welcome to join me, but I know
you're busy bullshitting about everything.

How do we know it's safe to go in there?

- How do we know you are who you say?
- I'm vouching for him.

Look, I can't prove anything,

but I know they're gonna double the guard

and probably close this camp down.

I imagine you've all had your fair share
of extraterrestrials to last a lifetime,

but if you haven't, tonight's the night.

I'll help you. I'm the only one
who's been there and made it back.

Well, Baz, you'll need a diversion. A big
diversion. Draw down all the square heads.

- You lot can handle that, yeah?
- I'm coming in.

OK.

We need to go in in daylight.
They double the guard at night.

- Anything?
- The cargo plane flew out from Stansted.

All crew registered with the company
for over five years. No form.

All cargo checked before
the flight by airport security.

No bombs, no chemicals,
no terrorists. Sounds innocuous.

When did the MOD requisition the cargo?

The company didn't know the MOD had
anything to do it. The US fed us a line.

Harry's on his way to Halesworth.

You OK?

The Yalta Treaty was made between three
old men who were on their last legs.

Stalin was paranoid, Roosevelt was
in a wheelchair and in constant pain,

and Churchill was either
drunk or depressed.

The result was that the Americans
sold out Eastern Europe

to the Russians, with all those
disastrous consequences.

Our creed is that the Americans
must be stopped

before they embark on something
equally inept and catastrophic.

Hasn't that already happened?

What you've seen is only the beginning.

To achieve our ends, sometimes
we favour European-based power,

sometimes Russian, Chinese...

We have representatives
in the highest positions

in governments and judiciaries
across the world.

When they approached me to join them,
I soon realised where the real power was

and it wasn't with
my dear ministerial colleagues

sitting at the cabinet table wringing
their hands about hospital waiting lists.

Trip motion detectors.

We need to get to my hut.

Disturbance at the main gate.

What we just put you through
was a recruitment test. Yalta-style.

- Why someone like me? I'll never...
- We can help you

as we want you to help us.

- You want me to be a traitor?
- Not at all.

We think our goals
are in the interest of HMG, not against.

If there's ever anything you feel you cannot
act upon, then you must simply ignore it.

So, where are the Americans
working against our interests now?

Your colleagues,
your surviving colleagues,

they're at that
air base today, aren't they?

We wait here till dark.

Take a rest. Get your breath back.

There's only one building
big enough to house a fuselage.

Whatever the Americans
are hiding, it's probably in there.

In 1956,

my father was with
the Free Hungarian Army

in the uprising that the Americans financed,

promoted, and then abandoned.

He was hanged.

We managed to get out
and came to England.

So... your father. How is he?

As well as anyone in prison.

We know of your involvement.

You were very brave.

Single-minded, and yet loyal.
That's a difficult call to make.

We didn't just happen upon you, Ros.

Zaf. You want to know
what happened to him.

Our people saw some men
take Zaf into a deserted farmhouse.

Some time later the men reappeared,
but your man was not with them.

We found his bloodied clothes.

I'm sorry.

Whoever it was, was capable of
highly sophisticated tracking.

I've sent you the defence
intelligence personnel files.

Might give us a clue as to who's
covering up the security breach.

Connie.

- The UFO guys down at the base.
- Thought we ruled them out of any attack.

Maybe we did,
but something's not right here.

Copy that. All units
to secure all entries around the perimeter.

The decontamination unit
got here promptly.

They alerted us to the leak.

My guys are still no closer
to knowing what brought it down.

I'll show you the chemical make-up spec,
then we'll take a walk around.

You can see for yourself
what we've had to contend with.

Harry.

It's this way.

Our friend Mr Muppet
actually works for the MOD.

- Some kind of spy on the UFO guys.
- Adam told ME that...

I have an old boyfriend. Yeah.

Ros! You scared me.

- You OK, Ros? You look all washed up.
- I'm just worn out. Where are the others?

Halesworth. Er, a plane crashed.

Malcolm... He's very sick.

Adam's with him.

Can we contact them?

Only on a network the Americans
can listen in to.

What have we learnt this end?

It points to the infiltration
of a cargo company.

A hijack of their aircraft by suicide bombers
who knew that the MOD

were transporting
toxic chemicals on board.

It was either a bomb
or a targeted kamikaze.

So a UK plane cargoing toxic chemicals
crashes into a US base.

- Dissident Iranians?
- That would be the bookie's choice.

With their chemicals leaking over the
high-yield land rented by our rich cousins,

the MOD are doing everything to ensure
nobody discovers the security breach

on a cargo plane as well.

The MOD. How do we know
they were carrying toxic chemicals?

Well, Jo's ex-boyfriend gave us most of this.

- She's gone to see him now.
- OK.

If there was a bomb on board,
there would be traces of explosives.

Also, the fuselage would've been
ripped apart in a particular way.

Malcolm.

It might still be dangerous.

Not for me.

There's a new structure
around the back.

- I think we can access it from the inside.
- Right.

That was no bomb
and there's no sign of the black box.

This way.

Alan, isn't it?

How's the missus?

Your first mistake was bringing me in.

- You're out of your depth. Really.
- So, now you've got me really curious.

You said the MOD transported
toxic chemicals on that flight,

but the cargo company had no record
of any MOD requisition.

I thought that you were just covering
your tracks, but the MOD

- were only called to the scene by the US.
- You haven't got a clue. We can't trust you.

We depend on the Americans
for our national security.

There is no toxic spillage, is there?

It's made up.

Cooked up by the Americans
to make sure we steered well clear,

averted our eyes
from what really happened.

What was it, Alan?

Some surface-to-air missile training
exercise gone horribly wrong?

Or was it one of their new Tomcats,
needed some target practice?

Oh, you think that's funny?

Three crewmen incinerated.

Our colleagues in the cross-hairs

of the people that you're trying to protect.

What about that bloke you've got
baby-sitting that misfit bunch of hippies?

What's his mandate? What'll he do
if they see something they shouldn't?

His duty. Do you know what would happen
if information got into the wrong hands?

What information's that?
What are you protecting?

That's a little over your pay scale, Jo-Jo.

Let me warn you.

Your people are already too close.

What are you protecting, Alan?

When certain people discover my absence,

things will start to go very badly for you.

For you, Jo. The past won't
matter anymore, I'm afraid.

You don't know, do you?

You've just been fed lines
and you're parroting them.

You're not in that pay scale either.
You sad bastard.

You'd really sacrifice
your own countrymen,

without knowing why?

For some puppy-dog allegiance
to some far-off empire?

Yeah, of course I know why.
Aurora.

Heard of it?

Thought not.

- Now, let me go.
- Sorry, Al.

Jo-Jo will let you know when
you can see daylight.

Stay here and keep a lookout.

- No. I go where you go.
- Just to be safe.

That's it.

Keep an eye on the stairs
while I sort out the camera.

OK.

Give me your bag. I need a mirror.

I suppose you wonder
why I'm doing this in my state.

You're focusing on a mission.

- You're doing yourself proud.
- I'm doing it to keep my mind busy.

Tell me, when you were gripped
by the virus,

were you just thinking of getting
those vaccines to the hospital?

- Saving those people?
- No.

I was thinking
how much I wanted to see my son.

Then how can you carry on doing it?
Day after day?

My mother wouldn't want to see me with
my hair falling out, multiple organ failure.

- That's not what I want to leave her with.
- What does she think you do?

Accountancy? IT?

She thinks I do what you do.

And here you are doing it.

You should've been out there
doing this with us years ago.

I'll stay with you.

- You know that.
- Thank you.

I'm going to have to talk with the officers
about the spillage.

You might have to have
the ten-cents tour.

- There.
- What?

- I saw someone in the shadows.
- You're sure?

- Something moved.
- That's G block.

The other side of the base.

I need a transit to G block.
With armed escorts.

Ros.

What's Aurora?

Is this it?
Is this what they're hiding?

Let's find out.

Oh, my God.

- What is it?
- Aurora.

- What?
- This isn't a Predator control unit.

It's for the new US spy plane codenamed
Aurora. Replacement for the S71. It exists.

- What's it doing in this country?
- It shouldn't be here.

There's been no official approval.

Once we find its RRS route recording
system, then we'll know where it's been.

- Is that what they've been seeing?
- Quite possibly.

This machine is as good as a black box.
If there was a bomb or collision, it'll tell us.

I'll see if I can send
the RRS system to the Grid.

Malcolm's sending over all his downloads.
It needs the encryption broken.

Well, if he can contact us
we can contact him.

- It's just Muppet. He'd love this.
- No, Baz, wait.

- You guys really shouldn't be in here.
- You're joking!

I told you to keep watch.

- So you can sabotage military hardware?
- Muppet, what are you doing?

The security panel. Trip the alarm.

Go on, get up. Do it.

Fine.

You win.

Go on, push it. Push it!

Nice one, Giles.

He's one of them?

Don't worry, he'll live.

Clear!

Sir, we've found nothing.

Maybe it was a cat or something.

We're experiencing power
failure in secure area Alpha 30.

We have runway lights down.
We need to switch to emergency back-up.

Get me some security to sector 4.

Now let's go.

We'll have to split up.
I'll stay with Giles.

Cause some trouble on a different route.

Don't worry. I won't let
the square heads get us.

Remember, they could be anywhere.

Those squeaky boots.
I should've known. Come on.

Come on, Malcolm, keep going.

Check the buildings
on the east-side perimeter.

- Yes, sir.
- That was no protest. That was a diversion.

I can get a signal in here.
There's a message from the Grid.

They've broken the encryption.

Aurora made two journeys of note.

Her first was a short one.
Up and out of Halesworth.

Circling back over the North Sea,
then straight into the airport.

The time and place of the flight correspond
with the bringing down of the cargo plane.

- It was a collision?
- Well, if you look at the dates

you'll see it hasn't flown since.

So may be it crashed as well,
or at least was damaged.

I said there were two flights.

The dates, time, and place correspond
exactly with Zaf's journey back from Iran.

And his disappearance.

My God.

They were behind it.

If they tracked Zaf
back from Iran and ambushed him...

Then they knew about
our train operation in Tehran.

They used us to bring about
the carnage with the blast.

The Americans were running Copenhagen.

- They've been lying to us about everything.
- No wonder they're so keen to stop us.

- Malcolm, if the Americans find us...
- Right.

Sir, take a look at this.

Who the hell is that?

You're being overrun
by ufologists, Bob.

Runway Two, 700 yards,
heading towards the perimeter.

Harry?

Come on, Malcolm. One last go.

We've come all this way.

Anyway, I'm not leaving
anyone else behind.

You didn't leave Zaf.

Thank you, Connie.

Oh, yes.

Here you are.

How easy is it, I wonder, to cover up
the collision of an illegal spy plane?

To persuade the MOD to admit to cargoing
non-existent toxic chemicals?

To persuade them to stonewall
their own intelligence officers?

Out of interest,

what have you got on them?

Nothing. They're just desperate

for us to base our anti-ballistic
missile intercept stations here.

So they can be part of their running
and continue to dine at the top table.

A fair swap for the lives
of three civilian air crew.

Would they have acquiesced if they knew
the unspeakable things Aurora knows?

Harry...

The 14th century
was calamitous for the West.

At the Battle of Nicopolis in 1396,

a Crusader army fought a heroic combat
against the Islamic army.

It was a catastrophic defeat,
effectively the end of the Crusades.

But that battle is still going on.

What's this got to do with
the torture of my officer...

That wasn't my doing.
Our hired guns turned on us.

You wanted to know what we knew.
Let me save you any further bother.

Your agency, calling itself Copenhagen,
fed us false intelligence

in order to ensure that we created
a bio-weapon spillage in Tehran.

Whatever happened there, the UN is now
aware of their illegal development of WMDs,

which is hardly a bad thing.

I don't want to hear America's
repellent self-justification.

We're close to the edge here.

We need a better MO,
otherwise it'll be Nicopolis all over again,

with you and I on opposite sides.

And this time...
it'll be the calamitous 21st century.

Adam.

It's a plane.

No. It's Aurora. I want to see this.

They won't just stop coming after us
'cause there's a fence.

What's the worst thing they can do to me?

- They'll think of something.
- You don't have to stay.

When Voltaire was on his deathbed,

the priests tried to persuade him
to renounce the devil.

He said this was no time
to be going around making enemies.

I've always admired that.

Malcolm.

I think, maybe, there's something
I should tell you.

What?

You're not contaminated.
You're not dying.

- What do you mean?
- There's no chemicals.

How do you know?

They were just trying to scare us
all off. I can see it now.

It's how these people think.

- But I felt... I felt...
- It was fear.

I, er...

I got a signal again.

Jo's old flame Alan came clean.

You bastard!

Why didn't you tell me?

Because that Malcolm was invincible.

He wasn't going to die
on some crappy air base.

He was gonna get us out.

- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It was... it was wondering what was
happening to you I was worried about.

I'm fine.

Watching Malcolm go through
all that shit today

reminded me that you and me...
live like that all the time.

It made me realise how easy it is to end up

not having any intimacy in your life.

I wasn't aware you were living
a monk-like existence, Adam.

Look, Ros...

Yes?

I'm sorry things didn't work out in Denmark.

You were right to insist on going.

- Who did you meet with?
- Like you said, didn't work out.

- That's the sort of answer I give.
- I get all my best stuff from you, Adam.

We had an agreement.

You were supposed to call in, remember?

What happened?

Ros, you can... you can talk to me.
Come on, please.

The Iranians...

How's your source there?

It's too early to tell.

I... wanted to explain
why we needed those documents.

Adam. Do you know how difficult
it is for me to get here?

You came anyway.

I'm not the first asset you've brought back
here on the pretence of a debriefing, am I?

Don't you know me at all?

It's good to have you back, Ros.

This belonged to Zaf.

Who's gonna tell his family?

I might understand if that was the price

for bringing us back to where
we were with Iran,

but how does that help with the peace?

We'll get there. With or without the help
of our American cousins.

- Do you really believe that?
- I have to.

We're a team. We'll pull together.

I don't feel like being honoured.
Not publicly, not privately, not at all.

Oh, don't be so snooty. Besides giving a K
to someone in the security services

is the government rubber-stamping itself.
It's not about you.

I'll try and remember my place.

I think we can help each other.

We have an Islamic fanatic
wondering around town

with a God-given licence
to kill Americans.

Your husband is sponsoring Kharami
to bomb an American target in London.

Any attack on American interests would
have to be interpreted as an act of war.

Where is he?

Kharami's attack could happen
any time, anywhere.

He'll know Jo...

... and he'll teach her a lesson
for us all.

Open the door,
somebody's trying to kill you.