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The time for aggression is over, Bob.
We have to move to appeasement.

Go home. Negotiate for our two countries.
I'll do everything I can to protect you.

If Iran wants a peaceful nuclear
programme, we'll give it to them.

The plan is for an Integral Fast Reactor.

These plants cannot be used
to produce nuclear weapons.

Nobody has an excuse to bomb Iran.
Nobody has an excuse to invade Iran.

We owe you, Harry.

I'm glad to have made the world
safe again for American aggression.

Iran and Britain have laid a foundation

upon which our two countries and the
world can work to build a lasting peace.

Up to 66 people, predominantly
girls under the age of ten, were killed

in an air strike by Israeli fighterjets
on the Gaza Strip this morning.

Israel expressed its deep regret
for the civilian casualties

but has said that the real targets of its raid

were planning
lethal attacks on settlements in Israel.

The Iranian government, claimed to be
sponsors of Hamas, condemns the attack.

We heard from the Iranian Special Consul,
Darius Bakhshi, earlier today.

- Look who crawled out of the woodwork.
- This attack is an unprecedented atrocity.

A violation of human values. An assault
on the most sacred of principles.

Values your regime upholds, of course

A crime against humanity which does
nothing to improve prospects for peace,

and which will only strengthen the hand
of the people Israel claims to be fighting.

Among the responses, the Pentagon stated
that the loss of life in Gaza was tragic,

but that Israel reserves
the right to defend herself

- against terrorist organisations.
- Cheers.

Israel didn't intentionally target the school
but they're sending a message to Hamas.

There's going to be consequences.

Don't you wish these people
would stop sending messages?

- Yes?
- How are you?

- I saw you on TV.
- How did I look?

Like any diplomat
practised in the art of double standards.

Don't mistake the depth of my outrage.
This attack will make hard-liners of us all.

Sadly, I think that may be the intention.

As this is a goodbye
more than an au revoir,

I thought I should warn you that it may not
be Israel who pays the price for the attack.

Whoever does pay
will reap a bitter harvest.

- Noted.
- I hope so.

I have... happy memories of London.

We've done a deal with Iran and secured
some sort of peace, then this happens.

We don't know that we'll be
the target for a revenge attack.

Bakhshi knows.
It was a strange kind of farewell gift.

We don't know who are our friends,
who are our enemies any longer.

We don't know how or when we'll be hit.

America is angry with us. Russia hates us.
Hard-liners have us in their sights.

This Gaza atrocity has given everyone the
excuse they need to start all over again.

We'd better take full advantage
of the warning we've been given.

Meeting room. Not you.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

It was a warning. He's doing his best
to let us know we're about to be attacked.

- Where? By whom?
- Excellent questions.

Luckily he provided us
with the date and address...

I meant to highlight that Hamas never
operate outside the occupied territories,

- and we've just done a deal with Iran.
- With the Iranian government.

Happy memories of London?
I'm sure he's trying to tell me something.

The attack cemented unlikely alliances.

Hard-liners in Iran working
with Al-Qaeda used to be unthinkable.

So right now we're the fall guys. Plenty
of enemies and precious few friends.

- Something the matter, Malcolm?
- No, nothing.

That CD case you've been tapping
rather irritatingly...

- This?
- Yes, that.

It's Beethoven's 7th. Venezuelan
Revolutionary Youth Orchestra.

- Put it away.
- But...

- Best put it away for now.
- Fine.

Might we have a word?

- We might. Is it about Beethoven?
- As a matter of fact, it is.

This CD was sent to one of our press
mailboxes. Our stringer passed it up.

Would you mind?

It's powerful.

Right at the end, there's a sequence of
chords that weren't written by Beethoven.

- Who were they written by?
- Somebody from DISIP.

The Venezuelan Secret Service?
What do they want?

- Well, the music's a code, obviously.
- Which says?

Which says, "We can help you
prevent the slaughter of innocents."

- What slaughter? How?
- Doesn't say.

The Venezuelan President is due to visit
soon, at the invitation of the Mayor.

There's a return address.

- Have you worked out the encryption?
- It was hardly sophisticated.

Send them "Pomp And Circumstance"
in return, and find out what they want.

Yes.

Malcolm.

Get Adam in here now.

The body was found
by some kids playing football.

The van drove up, dumped it and drove
away again. No, I'm on my way there now.

Yeah, he's wrapped in our flag, which, you
know, could be some kind of message.

This is bandit country, after all.

Oh, you poor soul.

- Adam.
- Jo.

- Can I come round?
- Sure.

Six have put a call in to Harry.
A body's been found in Northern Pakistan.

Not so unusual in that neck of the woods.

A young male, Asian. Badly tortured.

His body was wrapped
in a desecrated Union flag.

It's our turn to get the message.

We've sent Zaf's dental records out there,
and I'm waiting for photos.

It can't be him. It's not possible.

They've got intel from a source
among the local tribesmen.

Islamic militia claim
to have purchased a British spy.

- Purchased?
- That's all we know.

- There are photographs of the corpse?
- Yeah.

- And?
- Inconclusive.

The face is apparently...

disfigured.

- There are some teeth left, though.
- I want to see the pictures.

- You don't.
- I want to see them.

If it's Zaf, you'll remember those photos
for the rest of your life.

They'll be in the corner of the room
every night before you go to sleep.

Let me deal with this.

You don't want to see them.

Look at that.

College reunion.

How did I get from that to this?

You bumped into me.

I'm sorry about Zaf.
It wasn't my fault.

- It was.
- I knew about the mercenaries

- who snatched him.
- We know.

But nothing was supposed to happen.

Somebody else ordered a kill team
to go in and take out the mercenaries.

What kill team?

A group who call themselves
the Redbacks.

They're operating their own version
of extraordinary rendition.

They torched the mercenaries
but saw an opportunity with Zaf.

- They focus on intelligence officers?
- From anywhere in the world.

They extract information
for a primary client,

who gets to sit in on the... interrogation.

They're not fussed who the buyer is,

and that group will sell them on to
whoever wants another crack of the whip.

- Who are they?
- Their leader is named Jerry Townley.

Ex-Marine Corps.

You help me find them, and it might begin
to make up for your part in Zaf's death.

I'll contact you in six hours.

At least the British officer
lasted longer than this guy.

Final outcome is always the same,
though. They break, they die.

Est jolie, la fille.

When do we take her?

When the time is right.

Buenos dias, se�ores.

Good day.

My name is Fernando Torres, and I'm the
Venezuelan Secretary for Goodwill Affairs.

Of course you are.

You said you thought you could help us.

In preventing a terror attack.

How?

We think the Americans plan to
assassinate our president on your shores.

I consider that to be a terror attack.

Your expressions say, "Oh, is that all?"

If your president wants to prop up
the Castro regime with oil supplies,

he's got to expect to take his lumps
from the Yankee devil.

I had a pet monkey like this one
in Venezuela one time.

Plenty of cojones, afraid of nobody
and nothing. Very useful.

Sadly, he was stabbed by a whore
in a bar in Caracas.

An undignified way to go.

Especially when the whore
was called Juanito,

and had a dick the size of a baseball bat.

La vida no vale nada,
as they say.

Not an expression we hear very much,

but we did have rather more success
in seeing off the Spanish than you.

How do you think we can help you?

Dame los documentos.

Gracias.

This is the service file
of Annibal Rodriguez,

an ex-member
of the Venezuelan Secret Service.

- He was also known as El Lobo.
- The Wolf.

He was a trained assassin, and the CIA
recruited him. He's now their agent.

- He's here?
- Ready to go.

- Find him, and I can give you something.
- Which would be?

Plans are being made currently
to take revenge for the Gaza atrocity.

- Yes, we know that.
- On a British school.

- A British school?
- The clock is ticking.

Towards your very own... Beslan.

- Do you have connections...
- Los fotografias.

Gracias.

We are an oil-producing country,

and a paid-up member
of the Rogue Nation club.

I sit down with these gentlemen.

We shall consider your proposal.

You give us the assassin,
and I will get you the intelligence you need

to help you save the lives of your children.

- He questioned my sexuality.
- Yeah, the monkey insult crossed the line.

If the cousins are gonna use a deniable
asset to murder a foreign head of state,

we need to be across that, whether
or not the Venezuelans can help us.

So find me this Rodriguez.

I'm going to speak to Hogan.

This is the Venezuelan service file
for the assassin.

See if there's anything in it we can use.

It might be a school.

- What?
- It might be an attack on a school.

I want you to work on schools with
children of politicians, military personnel.

- Sure. What about him?
- Not yet.

- Adam.
- Not yet.

Come along, please.

The British sometimes set too much store
by good manners

but a plan to assassinate a visiting head of
state on our soil is extremely impertinent.

What can I tell you? Everybody hates you.

The Venezuelan regime is a thorn
in your side, but you cannot do this here.

You did a deal with the Iranians
behind our backs.

They're really pissed, Harry.

I have known happier times
in the special relationship.

It's not a decision
I've had anything to do with.

I'm out of the loop.

Guilt by association, I'm afraid.

Sorry to hear that.
What are you going to do?

Going freelance. Take a tour of Baghdad,
while there's still something left to see.

You've been talking to Adam.

You know me. Anything I can do to help,
I will. That includes finding your assassin.

The Education Secretary wants you.
He's terrified of a British Beslan.

- A school, a bloody school.
- How can people?

They'd argue we're sampling
a bitter harvest they've already tasted.

- We're still chasing shadows.
- The Venezuelans are offering their help.

At a price. Hogan's just made it very clear
we cross the Americans at our peril.

You have to decide if it's worth the price
for saving the lives of British children.

A British school. That's all. Not a whisper
about it from any of the usual sources.

All our leads were dead ends.

Port Authority plus all London airports and
stations are doubling the security sweeps.

The JIC are meeting
with the Education Secretary

to discuss the comprehensive
closure of schools.

- While they dither...
- We won't find the school like this.

Find the assassin, and get
the Venezuelans acting for us.

I don't think it's on for the Americans
to kill a foreign head of state on our soil.

A word of caution, by the way.
That image of Rodriguez is 20 years old.

- And his file?
- Cigarette burns. Coffee stains.

It's in Spanish. Don't even know
how to use the subjunctive.

- When does the president arrive?
- Couple of days.

- His codename will be Pato.
- It means Duck.

- He's high profile. It'll be tricky.
- Anything else?

A Chinese restaurant, the Fei Meng,
a known CIA hangout.

This morning, I received an email invite to
a lunch-time buffet for Chinese New Year.

- It isn't Chinese New Year.
- Or the Year of the Wolf.

- So who was the message from?
- Venezuelans, probably. It's like the CD.

They can't go there.
They'd stand out like a sore thumb.

- So would any known British officer.
- Not Kaplan.

Use him. It's a good introduction. He sits
there with a camera and he watches.

Come on, Adam, give him a chance.

- She has a point.
- He'll make a mistake.

- We learn through mistakes.
- Or die through them.

I like him. He's the opposite of you.

- Should I take that as a compliment?
- He's got brains.

- This just gets better and better.
- You know what I mean.

His psych appraisal,
tests were phenomenal. He's razor-sharp.

Malcolm can do crosswords in Swahili,
and quote Milton.

- He needs training.
- Then give him some.

- Very bling.
- Best way to use it, chin in hand, like so.

Or, um...

You don't have to point it too directly.

I'll be in the surveillance van.

Malcolm will cross-check customers.
You'll have a female companion.

When does she have to be returned?

Sorry?

I said, when does she...

- Do you think this is just a big joke?
- I was just...

Yeah, it was just a joke.

Make sure
this is all up and running, Malcolm.

Don't worry, his bark's a lot...
No, actually that's not true.

He's fine.
He just takes some getting used to.

Hm. Chin up.

Mm.

The Venezuelan president
arrived in London for a controversial visit

as the guest of the London Mayor.

He'll be in London for three days
making a series of high-profile speeches,

in which he's expected to launch a fierce
attack on US policy towards his country

and the Middle East.

Echo Three, there's a tall bald guy
entering now. Looks like he could be CIA.

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Just get me a beer, OK?

That's got to be a handler.

He's got CIA written all over him.
Malcolm?

Cross-checking.

Ryan Millar, better known as Skinny Dog.

Who says the Americans don't do irony?

- Veteran of Honduras and El Salvador.
- Sensitive soul.

He could be Rodriguez's handler.

OK, Echo Three, don't let him out
of your sight. We've got a fix on Rodriguez.

What's he up to?

He's gonna leave the restaurant.

Echo Three, try and get outside
the restaurant before him.

Excuse me, sir, no smoking.

Not bad.

OK, Echo Three, if he leaves,
report his direction but do not follow him.

Echo Three, I said do not follow him.

Echo Three, do not follow him.

Christ!

Grrr!

Ha-ha-ha!

- I told you to stay put.
- I thought I could get a visual.

There was a second operative in there.
You got decoyed.

- Your mistake doesn't just affect you.
- I didn't make a mistake.

No, I did,

thinking you were ready to do something
as simple as follow instructions.

You mess this up, and you'll be fetching
bodies of dead children out of their school.

Harry. I'm coming.

We're ready when you are.

We're just waiting for that bonus ticket
we promised you.

Mm.

This will rather change
the original estimate.

Excellent.

The autopsy's over.

Zaf?

Cause of death was some kind of ligature.

God help anyone
who falls into their hands.

We need to review our security.

We've got a planned attack
that might involve children.

The Americans trying to kill
the Venezuelan head of state.

We must be vigilant,
but we cannot take our eye off the ball.

Then we'd better start thinking
more than one move ahead.

Zaf's body will arrive at Northolt.

His family have requested that
we stay away, so we'll respect that.

He was taken by a group
called the Redbacks.

They extract information for a primary
client, and sell on down the food chain.

As far as Pakistan?

We think he was drugged. The question is
what he revealed about us under torture.

The autopsy threw up an interesting detail.

One of his guards must have
given him a soft drink in a can.

He used the ring pull to scratch
something on his foot. LV2 something.

Some kind of car registration, maybe?

You all right?

Come to lecture me
about the greater good?

No.

It's pretty convenient for you.

Lets you just bail out
when the going gets tough,

and abandon your officers to their fate.

- I didn't...
- We left Zaf to die in fear and agony.

And you left me on my own.
Remember that?

I've got to go back into the meeting.

Have a drink of water.

Come back when you've calmed down.

LV2, Adam.

My guess would be "Love to".

He knew he was gonna die,

and he wanted to send
a last message of love to somebody.

It's what people do.

Gracias.

Is your president comfortable?

Mucho trabajo.

I enjoyed the speech describing his host
country as a tired and impotent lapdog,

and asking what we've ever
given back to Latin America.

You don't think that's a fair question?

That's Scottish. Nobody has a problem
with the Celtic race.

Probably because it's a myth.
There's no such thing as a Celt.

Anyway, don't idealise the Scots. They
were the most brutal of empire builders.

Some of them are still at it.

Well?

The logistical cell is made up
of the usual home-grown fanatics.

But the attack cell is special, and will
come in from France before they strike.

What about the school?

We don't know that yet,

but we can continue helping,
if you bring us Rodriguez.

Is your leverage that great?

Venezuelan exports, oil, rum, cocaine,

beautiful se�oritas.

Even fundamentalists are susceptible
to at least one of those.

So? What have you got for me?

They're here, the Redbacks. They're here,
and they're gonna hit you again.

Shit. I can't tell you how
bloody unwelcome that news is to me.

Malcolm, the entire section,
tell them to go to a Code Nine.

Security's all we can do.
I can't pull any officers off their cases.

Well, at least you've got a heads-up.

Bit of a sweet-and-sour mission, the
other day. More sour than sweet, right?

- I don't know what you mean.
- You don't have to tell me.

Shame, I was just about to.

We can cooperate,
despite my country's attempt

to off rogue foreign leaders on your soil.

And carve up the Middle East
for their own ends.

We can still get stuff done together.

Get me to the Redbacks. We'll give you the
freedom of Rochdale, just help us out here.

Hello. What are you doing here?

Can we talk?

Ros said to me if she'd wanted
to be popular, she'd have become a vet.

Yes, that sounds like Ros.

I was going to a college reunion tonight.
There'll be people there that became vets.

- And you'll envy them?
- I don't know.

Dance, drink cheap wine. Maybe take
a completely inappropriate man to bed.

A vet maybe.

- Would he make a good one-night stand?
- Uncharted waters for me, I'm afraid.

Maybe I'll go and see Harry.

"Al-Qaeda are planning
on attacking a school,

"and the Americans are taking out
a foreign head of state,

"but I was wondering if it would be all right
if I took some time off to go to a party."

- What do you think he'd say?
- Oh, I think the vet might swing it for him.

I know what you're feeling.

And I'm sorry if I sounded callous.

Thank you.

Adam.

Sorry about the restaurant
and not getting it right.

Lighting a cigarette to get outside
the restaurant was good, instinctive.

Doesn't excuse wandering off
against instructions.

Yeah. The "Sorry" at the beginning
of this conversation, it was for that.

If we don't find Rodriguez, we might
never find out about this school in time.

This Pato visit's nearly over.
Just one last stop.

This Rodriguez is a marksman.
Can shoot the wings off a fly...

Get to the point.

If I was gonna take a head shot
from a tall building,

I'd hide out some place
with plenty of Latin American cleaners.

They are able to access all areas,

and nobody ever notices them.

It's not your worst idea.

Get the rostas from the cleaning company
and go through his files again.

You're where?

Jo!

- Come on, please!
- I can't, I can't.

- It's gonna be so much fun.
- I've so much work to do.

Aw!

I can't.

But thanks, anyway.

- You really can't come?
- I really can't. But thanks, anyway.

- Have a good time. It's not fair.
- Then come!

I can't. See you.

Malcolm, you got a minute?
This is Rodriguez's medical file.

Couple of psoriasis flare-ups. Inflamed
gall bladder that made him give up drink.

- And some allergies. Leche, that's milk?
- Yeah.

And gatos is cats.
He's allergic to milk and cats.

- Adam, our Venezuelan's allergic to...
- Not now.

OK.

- I can't believe they've taken Jo!
- Adam, calm down.

OK.

They broke in through the back.
Everything else was untouched.

- We've got hours to find her, or she's lost.
- We have a school under threat.

And some Carlos the Jackal wannabe
on the loose.

Every time, every time we offer our people
up as a sacrifice. Well, not this time, Harry!

- You don't even know where to start.
- Wrong.

Hogan has a link to them. He can do a deal
without them knowing it's us.

We put a tracker on the money,
we go in and we take these bastards out.

Our security's compromised, but we don't
need to argue that here. We get Jo back.

No debate.

Nobody knows.

Malcolm can sort
some trackers for the money.

He mustn't know the money's for Jo.
You're paying for information about Zaf.

- Right.
- And, Adam, you're on your own.

If you take too long, I'll haul you back in.

There's 50 moggies condensed
into this little brew. Spray it on.

Cleaners have to be given a break
every four hours.

- On top of the minimum wage?
- Cleaners are usually assigned a floor.

- Assume he's on one of the upper levels.
- OK.

Out. Malcolm, I need several things,
and I need them very fast.

- I need to see you.
- Usual place?

No, you'll have to come here.

- Call your contact.
- I'll try and keep the fee down.

Don't worry, we'll get it back anyway.
Call me the minute you hear something.

Tom Macavity from
the Health and Safety Executive.

Here for your cleaning staff.

- I'll need to speak to your supervisor.
- Sure.

And save him some time. Tell him
to bring time sheets and a duty roster.

Yes, sir.

We meet
the Redbacks in one hour.

Right, where?

The Venezuelan president's
controversial visit ends today,

with a banquet hosted by the Mayor.

He's expected to renew his attack on
British support for American foreign policy

and urge Britain to adopt a more
independent stance in world affairs.

It will be his last engagement before flying
back to Venezuela later this evening.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I'm doing spot checks on working times
and statutory breaks.

National Insurance Number?

�C�mo? No te entiendo.

Have you had a break this morning, sir?

�Quatro horas? Tea break?

Es como la reina,
cada cuatro horas, cuatro horas.

Bless you.

Yeah.

OK. Good.

- Good.
- What's happening?

He's on his way.

- He's bringing her now?
- Not sure.

Just some insurance.

- You put a tracker on the money, right?
- Of course.

- She's not in the car.
- Give me the tracker.

- What?
- Give me your mobile.

And the tracking device
that's on the money.

You're working with them.

When you go freelance, it's to the highest
bidder. Nothing personal, just the market.

The girl was worth something,
but much more as bait for you.

So here we are. Not just Adam Carter, but
Adam Carter with a briefcase of money.

Which'll bolster my fee considerably.

The tracker.

Something's wrong.
What is it?

The tracking device. If you remove it by
twisting it to the right, it's a Mayday signal.

It's gone now.
So is the tracker on Adam's mobile.

- So what's that?
- I got fussy, in case they swapped bags.

One of the bank notes
has a tracker on the security strip.

- So we still know where Adam is.
- If he remains with the cash. Get Harry.

Why?

Crazy times, Adam.

Nobody knows who's with who any more.

Me, I just want a retirement.
Somewhere hot.

People will come for you.

They're not gonna stop.

Wherever you go.

You'll never be safe.

I'll just have to live with that, I guess.

�Qu� tal?

- Where are they heading?
- The Pellington Airfield.

- Can we get people there?
- Re-routing now.

We don't intercept
till we're certain of the target.

Control, we've got a visual.
Target is entering the airfield. No support.

Alpha One is not with the target. Over.

Hogan's made off with the money.
He's leaving Adam to the Redbacks.

Detain the target unharmed.
He's our only link to Adam and Jo.

Jo? What's she got to do with this?

We've got company. It's the Americans.

- Target is down.
- What's going on down there?

Control, we're outnumbered here. Target is
with the Americans. Withdraw, withdraw.

Ben called. Rodriguez
has been captured and sedated.

The Americans are pretty mad, Harry.

They know we've got their assassin.

Have they hurt you?

The group holding them
are professional torturers.

They will extract information,
probably for Al-Qaeda's British affiliates.

Then they'll either kill them
or trade them on.

Quite apart from the consequences
for our friends and colleagues,

this will be catastrophic
for all our operations.

Hogan must know
where they're being held.

Yes, he's already proposed the deal.

- Well, then.
- The Americans won't allow it.

Why?

- Because we've got their assassin.
- Yes.

Give Rodriguez to the Americans?

Then we'll have defied the Venezuelans,

so we can kiss goodbye to
their intelligence about the school attack.

What if the school attack's a false alarm?

If the Venezuelan intelligence is wrong?

Or it's not, we get our officers back
and there's a Beslan-type siege,

which ends with scores of dead children.

Who said God didn't play dice
with the universe?

- Einstein.
- He was wrong.

I don't know what to do this time.

One of you decide.
Toss a coin, I don't know.

Whichever way,
somebody's being sentenced to death.

We work out what all the players want,
then we load the dice in our favour.

How?

You're right that somebody has to die.

We must make it somebody
we don't care about.

They haven't tortured you?

No.

They were going to, but I made
a strong moral case against it,

pointing to the fine example
we've been setting the world recently.

Our enemies don't play
by the Queensbury rules.

We allowed rendition
and legitimised torture.

Not even taboo any more.

This is what happens when it becomes
the norm, when everybody does it.

Nobody cares any more.

Please don't start up with
"We bring it on ourselves."

I think not torturing people is the closest
to a moral absolute there is, actually.

At the very least, it's the norm
that we should aspire to.

It's wrong.

Jo, they didn't do anything. You're OK.

I'd prefer not to be here right now.

Hogan's got a tracker on him. They'll pick
him up, then they'll come and get us.

Well, Bob, how pleasant it is to finally
make the acquaintance of the real you.

Yeah, the real me.

The problem appears to be Rodriguez.

Give the CIA back their assassin,
and they'll let me tell you everything.

We won't, of course, accept that.

I couldn't do that even if I wanted to.
None of you can have him.

Rodriguez is dead.

He died this morning from head injuries
sustained in his struggle with my officer.

We'll return the body
after our own autopsy.

Then we got no deal.

See you around, Harry.

Wait.

Whilst I'm sorry
for the death of your agent,

we are less than happy

that he, with your approval, was intending
to kill this man's president on our soil.

We can, however, make the CIA an offer
which we hope will make up for his death.

I'm listening.

You remember when we first met?

I was a postman.

No, a gasman.

You were just a kid.

I had poise, and gravitas.

- Jo...
- I had promise. You saw that, right?

Has one of them...

Have they...

have they hurt you?

Done anything?

Who's that?

It's just a recording.
They're trying to terrorise us, soften us up.

They're succeeding.

- Adam!
- Do what you can to block it out.

- Adam, that's Zaf. That's Zaf on the tape.
- It isn't. It isn't Zaf.

At night,
alone in here, he made less noise.

He just used to cry for his mother.

Funny how many men do that.

�a va, mon ange?

It's all right, Adam.

No.

No, it isn't.

There are men like this one
in every war there's ever been.

He's part of every war that's being
fought around the world right now.

It's just what they do
to women they capture.

It's what they do.

Like sick incontinent dogs.

I can't say anything.

No.

No, you can't.

Make it quick. The Americans think
he sustained injuries during a struggle.

No problem.

We shall play golf some time.
On the Isla Margarita.

I'll invite you.

Tanto tiempo, Annibal.

�Abrazo, hombre?

Did I ever tell you about my parents?

No. What are they like?

You know. Normal, really.

My dad was a management consultant.
He's retired now.

Lucky him.

He spends his time watching the birds
in the garden from the conservatory.

"Oh, look, Joanna, it's a greenfinch.

"Oh, good, the robins are back."

There are cats round our house.

The worst thing is when they catch a bird,
but leave it injured.

Yeah. It's not nice.

My dad showed me how you have to kill
a wounded bird like that.

Break its neck, I imagine.

No, you just sort of hold it, quite firmly.

After a while, the bird just dies quietly,

without any fuss, without pain
or further suffering.

Have you got the water there?

Lucky if there's someone
who knows how to do that.

- Can you pass me the water?
- I won't be tortured.

- They'll use electricity. I saw the room.
- We're gonna be rescued.

Then I'll be passed on to a new group,
to be raped and tortured again.

You have to try and stay...

Positive. I know my fate, Adam.
We know from Zaf what they do.

You owe this to me.

I can't.

Oh... you can.

You know you can.

You have to.

The Venezuelans accepted the deal. Torres
gave us what we need to locate the school.

- And the Americans?
- We've offered them a deal.

We give them any captured Al-Qaeda,
they let us talk to Hogan.

- It's all taking too long.
- It's all we've got.

Everything's on standby.

It's not as if you haven't been trained for it.

No.

Then you're sentencing me
to a terrible nightmare.

What's happened so far is just the start.
You know that.

I'm... Look.

- You can't ask for this.
- I'm scared, Adam. I'm so scared.

Hold out. Just try and hold out
for a little while at least.

I can't.

I know I can't.
I'll give up the names of others.

Then they'll have to go through this too,
and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

I have to help those people as well.
I have names, Adam.

This isn't just about us.

Help me. Help me get away from them.
You have to help me.

Two Ml5 officers.

They haven't been touched yet,
as per our agreement.

This is the important one.

If you wanna go to the other room, we can
finalise the terms and get straight to work.

We should start
with the junior officer, the girl.

If you don't mind.

We've got an eyeball on Herod.
Only one transport but manned up.

Stand by.
Can you give me a numbers estimate?

Two in front. Unknown in back.
Could be up to five.

On my command... go.

Get down!

Down! On the floor! Down!

Sir. Face-checked a couple of them.

These guys are high-level operatives.

Yes?

- Is your car ready?
- Yes.

We've got an address.
Malcolm, scramble Special Forces.

They're coming for me.

- I can hear them getting ready.
- Jo, wait. Look at me. Look at me.

They won't just leave us here. I promise.

- Just try and hold out. Please.
- I can't.

- Give them a chance to rescue us.
- I can't. I can't.

- You can.
- Don't let them take me, Adam.

Adam!

I won't let them hurt you, OK?
I won't let them hurt you.

I won't let them.

Take me away from them.

Take me away from them.

Oh, God. I'm sorry for everything.

I'm sorry you bumped into me.

I'm sorry.

No need. No need.

You've always been a good person.

Just help me now.

Please.