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I just need a file. It's in Five's
archive. It's called Albany...
Look at me, John.

I want to get this over with
and disappear.

And I want you to disappear as well
but I'm not going to help you
to do it.

Why did you decide to turn up now?
I had to see you.

What do you want?

"I need that Albany file."

You think blackmailing me
is the best way to get it?
Do this and I'm gone.

You can carry on,
whatever life you want.

I did what you asked,
now you and I are done.

You didn't do this for me,
you did this for you.

I'll fix things.

We can be together.

It's got to be forever
this time, John.

This programme contains
some violent scenes.

Harry. Sit down, sit down.

Just checking out
the new Home Office app.

It's worth a download.

Well, I have some
very exciting news.

After several hundred hours of
extremely delicate phone calls,
Operation Horizon is a go.

With the same chair?
Same deal, same chair.

Total secrecy, press lockout.

Top people on the
Israeli and Palestinian sides
are signed up and ready to pow-wow.

This is an historic
opportunity to bring about
peace in the Middle East.

Home Secretary, these talks always
do one of two things. Collapse
spectacularly or fizzle out.

Well, if anyone can stop that
from happening, it's this chair.

His codename for the duration
is Lighthouse. Perfect, eh?

The beacon.

Guiding us through the dark crags.

Just think, if the foundations
of a lasting peace were laid
in little old Blighty.

Rather a shame
the whole thing's clandestine,
but you can't win 'em all.

I'll liaise with all sides
re security arrangements.

I spent a year in that part
of the world. After graduating.

My dalliance with long-haired
do-gooding, you know.

But I've seen at firsthand
what this conflict has
done to those people.

On all sides.

We have a solemn responsibility
to this process.

Anything you need.

Home Secretary.

The President touches down
in five hours.

Operation Horizon is his brainchild.

It's top secret, small-scale
exploratory talks between Israel
and the Palestinians.

The President's
getting tough on Israel.

He's demanded a freeze on settlement
buildings as a precondition.

The right wing there don't like it,
but others feel

he offers the region
the best chance for peace in decades.

So our job is to protect the talks
to make sure they go ahead.

Now, three six-hour windows have
been arranged with cover stories.
The first is a visit to Buck House.

But instead of spending the day with
the corgis, he'll go out the back,

into unmarked vehicles
and over to the delegation hotel.

And, before you ask,
yes, er, the Queen is in on it.

So someone actually made her sign
the Official Secrets Act?

But it's delicate.
A sharp word, the wrong food, any
perceived inequality in treatment.

So we buy them the same toys.
That way they can't argue.

Both delegations are in the
same hotel to rule out any
suggestion of favouritism.

It's The Prince Edward.

Central location but totally
securable and all surrounding
buildings will be emptied.

The key players. On the Israeli
side, Levi Cohen, lead negotiator.

Worked within the peace process
for 30 years. This is Anna Cohen,
his daughter.

She's ex-army, but now a rising star
of Israeli politics.

Now, she's tough, but she's
a moderate, like her father.

Anna was kidnapped by a splinter
Palestinian jihadi group in 2001.

Her father, then a defence minister,
would not approve an army plan
to rescue her.

His own daughter? Why? It was a
volatile time. If he had approved
the plan,

it could have sparked a cycle of
violence that would have lasted
for years.

He had no choice.
They don't get along.

Only reason they'll be in a room
together is for these talks.

So do you know the family then?

Yes.

I'm going to be at the hotel
as a favour to Levi.

On the other side,

Harun Ibrahim, Palestinian lifer.

Former advisor to Arafat. The
other man is his deputy, Raed Elwan.

He's seen as the more
progressive thinker.

If we can manage to close the gap
on this thing, which seems unlikely,

we'll be doing the world
a great service.

Both delegations will be
assigned a Home Office liaison.

So are we working with them?
Not exactly.

The delegation would never accept
MI5 close protection so you're Home
Office staff on baby-sit drill.

Make sure the delegations are safe,
and separate, until the talks begin.

Ruth and Tariq will co-ordinate,
but we're relying on your charm.

And you want Beth? Well,
these are Middle East peace
talks, we expect complications.

Lucas, emergency contact
from the CIA.

A journalist called Dana Morrison
has contacted them

asking for confirmation that
the President is chairing
a secret peace summit.

They've denied it, obviously,
but she's running the story anyway.

How the hell did she find that out?
They don't know. When does she go
to press? This afternoon.

An attempt to derail the talks?

Yeah, maybe. And if word gets
out, Lighthouse will have to
cancel, so I'm bringing her in.

Prepare yourself for the inevitable
harangue about press freedom.

Keep me informed.

I won't ask how long it's been
because the answer

would make me feel very old,
but I hear you are now a Duke.

Has it gone to your head, Harry?

I'm a knight, Levi.
And on the day I became one,
so did an 80-year-old disc jockey

and a champion shot-putter,
so I don't dine out on it, no.

What about you? Are you hopeful?

That's not a term
that's useful in what I do.

Although, with Lighthouse onboard,
I can't help it, Harry.

We could really move on this time.

I'm delighted to hear you say that.

What about Anna? How's she?

She still hasn't forgiven me,
if that's what you mean.

But she's excited about these talks.

She may hate her father,
but she loves Israel.

Now, if you pretend you're
still on Tel Aviv time, like me,
we can have a whisky.

Miss Cohen? I'm Richard Fox,
your Home Office liaison.

I hope you like the suite.
It's the best in the hotel.

Come in, Mr Levendis,
and stop wasting air.

I don't know if my office briefed
you, but my name is Richard...

Dimitri Levendis, born in north
London to Greek immigrant parents.

MI5 Field Officer, Section D.

Formerly a promising military career
including the Special Boat Service.

Ah.

Hello, gentlemen. I'm Sarah Clayton,
from the Home Office.

Raed Elwan. Mr Ibrahim is...saving
his energies for the discussions.

Well, I hope the suite's to your
liking. It's the best in the hotel.
With our compliments.

Thank you. Without fail.

I'm sorry?

Every time I am abroad,
I am brought dates.

"The Arab will like dates",
they think.

My people have swept
and secured the suite.

We do not need the help of
a foreign intelligence officer.

But our chairman is setting a
different note, so you can stay.

Did you know that prolonged periods
of malnutrition can cause diabetes?

No.

A gift from my captors.

Along with insomnia, and, of course,

what you're trying not at look at.

I've seen worse.

If there's anything else
we can help you with, please ask.

Will you stop fighting every war
the Americans ask you to?

I think that's a notch
above my pay grade.

But I can assure you, we're all
behind a peaceful resolution.

If the public knew about these talks,
you'd see that.

Then it is well they will be spared
the disappointment of their failure.

If the President is chairing talks
between Israel and Palestine,

then the public have a right to know
about it. So no, Miss "Hall",
I'm not going to sign that.

Instead, I'm going to take your
overtures as confirmation

of my source's report
and go to press. Today.

This is a matter of principle.

Normally I'd agree. But these
talks need to be kept secret.

If you blow them open,
we can't guarantee security
and they'll be cancelled.

So why do them in secret?

The President feels they only
have a chance out of the spotlight.

Having them in public brings a
certain pressure not to compromise.

Maybe, but it is always in the
public good to know. Almost always.

I see pictures you don't see.

I read transcripts you never will.

I've watched people destroy
their bodies for causes that began
hundreds of years ago,

in countries
they've never even visited.

This isn't some abstract,
political goal you're putting
at risk, Miss Morrison,

it's a living thing.

Lucas?
Harry, the journo's playing ball.

We'll get to work on her source.

How's Levi? I'm with him now.

He's old beyond his years.

The business he's in does that
to you. But he's excited, too.

He feels with Lighthouse coming
there's really some hope this time.

We cannot compromise on
security but we must give
these talks every chance.

Understood.

Problems?

Ah, you wouldn't tell me
if there were.

I think you are the only person
I know whose silence is
truly reassuring.

I get tongue-tied.

You know,
for a seasoned negotiator, Levi,

your mind is remarkably easy
to read.

One day she'll realise that
what you did was right, at the time.

And the one time
she needed my support...

The e-mails from Dana Morrison's
contact are anonymous and brief.

They just say that Lighthouse
is chairing secret talks.
Can you pinpoint who sent them?

Not 'who', but I can do 'where'.

Well, I can think of a few groups
in Lebanon that would have an
interest in sinking the talks.

Even when he's the most sympathetic
President the Palestinians
have dealt with in years?

If anyone's likely to force Israel
to make concessions, it's him.

I've got another location.
Seven e-mails sent.

Six from Lebanon, the last one
from an internet cafe...yesterday.

Pull the browsing history an hour
either side of the time that
e-mail was sent.

News, map sites...

What maps was he looking at?

That's The Prince Edward.

So someone in Lebanon
knows who, when and where.

OK, we treat this as a priority one
threat to the talks.

Get me passenger manifests from all
flights out of Beirut, border control
data. We may not need those.

He's booked a room at a hostel
five minutes away from the cafe.
He's already here.

OK, I'm in the room.

Just going to do a sweep.

Lucas, you need to hurry.
We don't know how long you've got.

There's nothing here, it's clean.

Here we go.

This looks professional. I've got a
large amount of sterling and euros,
Swiss passport, no photograph.

I've got a notebook,

lots of handwritten Arabic.

Two boxes of 9mm hollow point ammo

but there's no weapon so we have
to assume our man is armed.

"An armed, unknown hostile
who knows about the talks."

This changes things,
we need to inform the delegations.

Agreed.

Brief everyone.
Alpha One, you should go.

I'll send a surveillance team to
pick him up when he comes back.

Tariq, I'm streaming you video.
Look at this Arabic.

I've got two English words "Ashton.
Gardens". Can you see a number?

Running a translate.
Don't bother. 16 Ashton Gardens.

That's two miles from you.
No tenant.

OK, I'm on my way.

Tell surveillance to keep a low
profile and let me know
if anyone shows up.

Someone lives here. "We could
be dealing with a wider cell."

"Let me send in back up." Too noisy.
We need to keep this quiet.

I've got a laptop.

I'm bringing it in.

I'm going to go and see what the
neighbours say about the tenant.

Pursuing suspect on foot!

Male, green jacket.

Heading east on Ashton Gardens.

Suspect heading east
on Ashton Gardens.

Police are on their way.

Just keep going. I have a gun.

I won't hurt you, unless you scream.

Thank you.

Throw your weapon away.

Why are you trying to
disrupt the talks? Shut up.

"Lucas?"

"Lucas?! Lucas!"

You wanted to see me?
Our spy has some news for you.

Mr Cohen, we have a leak.

An armed hostile flew in
from Lebanon yesterday.

He knows the talks are going ahead
and wants to stop them.

We're confident we'll catch him
before the President touches down.

This is over before it's begun.

And all the work we put in together.

Don't do that.
Don't pretend we did this together.

We both want it,
we both worked for it.

There is no 'together'.

Thank you.

I know you'll do everything you can.

You realise a Muslim group
will be blamed for this.

Not necessarily. Yes, necessarily.

For the story to work, as it
is always told, it must be the
Arabs who tried to stop this.

"Those troublemakers.
Those children."

Please, Miss Clayton,
leave us alone.

Tariq, the laptop from the flat.
Get to work. Whoa.

Shouldn't you be in hospital? Yeah,
shouldn't you do what you're told?

That's weird. What's weird?

It's just heavy and
it's a lightweight model.

Wait! Don't open it. Didn't you
bring it through the scanner?

Yeah, I did.

But a small charge designed to
destroy just the hard drive
could be hidden in a lead envelope.

Scanner wouldn't pick it up.

Don't worry, Tariq, it would
have only singed your eyebrows.

Good news is, if it
was wired to explode...

he probably didn't bother
with encryption.

I'll get this to the lab. All yours.

Father?

We're going to have the lunch
meeting in the restaurant.

"Heads up. Israelis
heading to the restaurant."

What? My delegation are in the lobby
right now! "What?"

Mr Elwan, perhaps you'd prefer to eat
in the comfort of your own suite?

Mr Elwan. The time for talking
is nearly upon us.

I am hopeful we can find
some common ground.

I think we've already found it,
Mr Cohen.

Your daughter has no love
for either of us.

Until the talks, then.

Not everything has to be
a battle, Anna.

But some things do.

Is there anything I can do,
Mr Cohen? No.

Thank you. I think I'll take a walk.

Ms Cohen?

Call me Anna.
I like hearing my name.

It's from being in
the army too long.

I know what you mean.

I miss that life, though. Do you?

Bits, I guess.

Which bits, Dimitri?

I don't know.

I guess you know exactly who you are
in the army.

And what you're supposed to do,
at any given time.

Yes. You're right.

We don't have that any more.

What did you want to
talk about, anyway?

You and your father. Look, I know
it's none of my business,

but my first responsibility
is to the talks.

The animosity between you two
could harm them.

My father left me to rot in a
terrorist's basement for 14 months.

There can be no relationship
between us.

I am offended that you insinuate
that I would put Israel's future
at risk because of a personal issue.

Where are you headed? Anna?

We compiled CCTV images during your
chase and ran it through face recog.

He's a Lebanese national,
Muatt Hutri. That rings a bell.
Well, it should do.

He's moderately notorious. Commands
his own Islamist paramilitary group.

They're small, but dedicated.
They've got a long list
of achievements.

Bombings, rocket attacks,
assassinations. All against Israel.
So Hutri wants to stop the talks.

Do you think he's
planning a physical attack,
now his leak's failed? Maybe.

We can't take any chances
on this one.

You both need to see this.

It's from the computer Lucas found.

Oh, my God. It's Lighthouse.
They've got his itinerary.

Well, they know his every move.

They're not trying
to derail the talks.

They're going to kill the President.

Call Beecher at the CIA.

I'll talk to Harry and get Beth and
Dimitri to inform their delegations.

OK, listen up. All Section D
operations are now suspended

and all resources dedicated
to finding this man, Muatt Hutri.

How did he find out about
Lighthouse? Beth needs to stay
close to the Palestinians.

Beth. It's an assassination attempt.
The target is Lighthouse.
Oh, Christ...

The suspect is Muatt Hutri,
Islamist paramilitary commander.

You need to stay close to
your delegation. Where are you? I'm
outside doing the security check.

OK. Finish up, And then don't let
Elwan or Ibrahim out of your sight.

We need everything you have
on Muatt Hutri...

Hello? Hi, there.
I work for the hotel

and I was wondering, is everything
all right with that camera?

We've got a some very expensive cars
arriving - are they going to be OK?
Yes.

I am just servicing.

The system, it is fine.

Ah!

Nada.

Beth?

Beth?

An attack on Lighthouse?

We will find him, Mr Cohen.

Are you OK, Anna?

This will never end.

No matter what we do...

we are cursed.

The President's life is in danger.
What are your people doing to
rectify this? Everything they can.

That's not good enough.

If you do not find this man
within two hours, I will authorise
our security services

to carry out a Black Flag against all
known supporters of Islamic terror
in London. That would be illegal.

These talks must proceed!

Tariq, try her again. Her phone's
dead. She called, it connected,
then hung up, then she went dark.

Nothing on comms, either.

Something's wrong.

It's Dimitri.

Go ahead.

We've got a problem. Levi Cohen has
given us two hours to catch Hutri

or he orders a Black Flag operation
against known terror affiliates
in London. What?!

He is desperate for these talks
to go ahead. Black Flag?

You round up every suspect on
your books, no matter the evidence.
There'd be riots.

Have you heard from Beth?
Not for a couple of hours. Why?
She's missing. Off comms.

I'll go look for her. No.
I've already sent a team. I need you
to stay close to the delegations.

Hutri's the key. If we find him,
we stop the hit on the President.

I think he may have Beth. Could try
using CCTV to trace him
from where he left you. Take time.

Well, then, why aren't you
already doing it?!

Levi, you MUST countermand
this Black Flag order.

Do you have him yet? No.

But you're not making this decision
clearly. You're thinking about Anna.
I am thinking about Israel!

Harry, come in. Home Secretary.

The threat we've been investigating
has been confirmed as
an attempt on Lighthouse.

We have a suspect at large.

Naturally, the Americans
have been notified.

Dear Lord...
Also, one of my officers is missing.

And Levi Cohen is threatening
an Israeli Black Flag operation
on the streets of London

if we don't apprehend the suspect.
He's panicking. You know him, talk
some sense into him. I've tried.

We have no option but to suspend
the talks. I think the Americans
will make that decision for you.

- I'll give you privacy.
- No, stay.

Towers.

Yes, I see.

We'll support your decision
as best we can.

Very well. Thank you.

He's still coming.

What?! The CIA aren't happy,
but Lighthouse is desperate
to make these talks happen.

They'll again call for an
updated picture. There is a credible
threat to the President's life...

There are 30 threats a day to
his life! They'd drive him around
in a tank if he'd let them.

Look, he knows he'll be out of
office before he gets these people
in a room again.

If the leader of the free world
dies on a London street...

I don't need you to paint me
the bloody picture!

Now, just get me me something to tell them
before they call again. Find this man.

Tariq, anything?

Almost there. It's taking a while.
Every time he goes
through a blind spot,

the face-recog has to
spool through nearby cameras
to find him again. OK, here we go.

Looks like it's leading...

..here. There, live image.

He's showing us his face.
He's right outside.

Turn around! Turn around now!
Show your hands now!

Slowly.

What's he doing?

Israeli checkpoint protocol.

Showing us he's not a bomber.

Where is she?

Our officer?

I don't know what you mean.

usually, there'd be quite a lot
of stages to this process,

but for you...
we can jump straight to the last one.

It is so good to be...

..in the developed world.

How are you going to
kill the President? I am not.

Listen carefully.

I did not come here to
assassinate the President.

I came to stop it.

I don't expect you to believe me.

In your eyes, I am just a terrorist.

But the man you want
is Baltasar Jad.

A Syrian.

Listen to me. I should kill you.

But I think you're security
services, so you might be useful.

Notice I said "might".

For the moment,
you're worth more to me alive.

Nod if you understand.

Nod, please.

I learned about the assassination
through a connection in Damascus
who knows Jad.

I tried to stop it.

I first tried to use a journalist.

To leak the talks and stop them that
way. That didn't work, as you know,

so I had to kill Jad instead.
But I failed again.

So why didn't you
just come and tell us?

Trust Western intelligence when
you have proved so many times
your cruelty, your incompetence?

Surrendering to you
is my last chance to stop Jad.

On the laptop we found in YOUR flat
was a plan for a hit.

Not my flat, Jad's!

I was going there to kill him.

Listen.

I let you live

only because I thought
this moment might come.

And what do you get out of all this?

Nothing. Nothing?

You're a terrorist leader,
wanted in five countries.
We're not going to let you go.

The US, Israel... Whoever gets you,
are going to throw you in prison
for the rest of your life. I know.

And you'd do this for nothing?!
Lighthouse killed by a Muslim!

That would be my people
that suffered the consequences.
All over the world.

All right.

So why does Jad
want to kill the President?

I don't know.

But he's only a soldier.

I am sure he's not working alone.

So what else do you know about Jad?

He's an ex-army sniper.

Very skilled.

Uh. No, please. Please.

Do you believe him? We have to.

OK.

Notify everyone that the threat
we're facing is a sniper.

I don't understand. All possible
vantage points have been sealed off.

There are undercover secret service,
we've got hidden police marksmen,
they're covering everything.

It's an impossible shot. Yes,
I know. So we're missing something.

And I think Jad's got Beth.
I'm going to go to the hotel.
Sniper or no sniper,

I'm not going to compromise on
finding her. Get everyone
on the ground that you can spare.

We've got an assassin and a method.

He's a Syrian sniper.

And Lighthouse is still coming? He's
leaving the Palace in five minutes.

But don't worry, there's
nowhere a shooter could fire from.
It's impossible.

No assassination is impossible,
Dimitri. Trust me.

Can I help you there, sir?

Excuse me,
can I get some help here, please?

Hi. Excuse me,
can I borrow your phone?

Just give me the bloody phone.

Yeah? Lucas, it's me.

Beth? Where are you?
Are you all right?

'Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, the guy
we want is 30s, Arabic, athletic.'

I've just watched him meditate and
then slice his thigh with a knife.

I'm guessing he's on his way
to a hospital.
Come to the hotel now.

Lucas? 'Ruth. Beth's fine.'

Jad's gone to a hospital nearby.
Find out which one.

The nearest is...Abbey Park
Hospital, a mile-and-a-half
due west of the hotel.

Because of the talks, they're only
accepting emergencies.

Do we have police there?
Yes. Unarmed.

But the hospital has no eyeline to the hotel.
It's obstructed by another building.

How far is the hospital
from the hotel? 1.67 miles.
That's surely too far.

Don't forget the huge building
in the way. Alpha Two? What's the
longest effective sniping range?

A guy in Afghanistan has a kill
at one-and-a-half miles.

Well, what about 1.67?
Is that possible?

Maybe. But if you didn't
have a spotter,
you'd need a ballistic calculator

to compute the wind,
trajectory, atmospheric pressure.

You'd end up aiming 50ft from your
target. From that range, the
bullet's in flight for four seconds.

So he'd have to break the record
and shoot through another building.

There is no shot.

What if Jad doesn't need
a true sightline?

Calculate the shot's
actual trajectory.

Alpha Two?

We think he's going to
calculate the shot blind
and fire through the building.

Passing through walls or plate glass
would throw the trajectory off.

Unless he's already prepared
the building. You need to
make sure no-one's out the front.

This shot is possible.

Wait here!

I need everyone to move back inside
the hotel quickly. Back inside the
hotel. OK, let's move. Come inside.

Quickly and calmly, please.
OK, let's move, come on.

Agh!

Inside, quickly! Ruth, patch me
through to Alpha team's comms.

Jad!

Don't move!

'Harry, Jad's down.'
We need an ambulance now.

You're going to be OK. We've got
a medic on the way. The President?

Don't worry. The sniper's down.
Lighthouse is coming in the back.

He smiled.

He smiled like he'd done his job.

OK, it was an unlikely shot
to make.

A precision kill from that range,
with no eyeline...

Flick to the last page, Ruth.

What if this was his job?
A diversion?

Exactly. The target was irrelevant.

'He just needed to take the shot.
Create chaos, so we were forced
to send Lighthouse around the back.'

For what purpose? We've got
security details on the staff.

All the delegations are here.

Anna's not. Find her.

Ruth, contact the secret service.
We may have a second assassin,
and get Lighthouse out of here.

Anna?

Anna?!

I just found two of Anna Cohen's insulin shots
filled with some kind of chemical explosive.

Jesus, there's four more
in the sink.

He's not coming, Anna.

Lighthouse is gone.

Please don't. 'If it's inside her
body, it'll be a localised blast.'

But you still need to withdraw
to a perimeter of 20 metres.

'Dimitri,
you've got to get out of there.'

We know the explosive is inside you.

'Anna, listen to me. Your watch...'

I need you to take it off.

Slowly.

I can't.

To guard against a loss of nerve...

..I detonate manually,
or in two minutes.

I wanted to be sure.

'Dimitri!'

Mr Cohen, don't go near her.

Anna...

Why?

To show the world
that no enemy of Israel is safe.

No matter how powerful.

Anna...

You worked so hard for peace.

I worked for this?

There will never be peace.

(We've got to get away from her.)

Anna, I need you to go outside now.
And keep walking.

Get away from everyone.

Can you do that for us?

Levi!

Levi!

It's all right, Harry.
I'm with my daughter.

No, please, leave us alone.
Levi. We're trying to help you.

I'm not leaving her.
Anna, how does it work?

Electrostatic charge.

Get this far enough away,
we should be all right.

Levi! I'm not leaving her.

30 seconds...

- Here.
- Go.

Ruth...

We need bomb disposal
and an ambulance. ..Dimitri...

..let's give them some privacy.

It's all right, Anna. It's finished.

My darling little girl.

It's finished.

Did you speak to Levi?

He's with Anna.

She's on dialysis to clean
the explosive out of her system.

Then life in an Israeli prison.

No trial.

The public story will be
a nervous breakdown.

Levi's stepped down
from the peace process.

He wants to dedicate his life
to caring for her.

We've been working on Jad's phone.
There are messages between him
and a contact in Syria.

Evidently, he believed he was
working for an Islamist group.

I think Anna Cohen
duped him into thinking that.

Harry, she planned all of this alone.

Nobody knew what she'd become.

The greatest hazard of all -
losing one's self -
can occur very quietly in the world,

almost as if it were nothing at all.

Kierkegaard wrote that,
in The Sickness Unto Death.

I've never read it.

Dimitri's habitual good cheer seems
dimmed this evening. Have you
got a pep talk in you? Of course.

Important work today, Lucas.

Thanks, Harry.

Are you OK?

I didn't see it. I thought I knew
what kind of person she was.

So, do you want some
psychological advice
of incredible depth and subtlety?

Always.

Go get a skinful.

Start again tomorrow.
Is that what you're doing?

So, we start all over again.

I'm sorry things didn't go to plan.

There is no plan.

All we do is collect will.
One day, maybe we'll have enough.

Then, maybe, there will be a plan.

Please, pass my best wishes
to Mr Cohen.

Now he's retired, we will all
have to work twice as hard.

Hey! What are you doing here?
What's wrong?

Did you not get my message?
Michael's here.

Shit. I'll come back later.

OK. Who is it?

Michael, this is John, from work.

Hello, John.

It's good to meet you.

Tell me what you want me to do...
and I'll do it.

I know things have been difficult
since you said what you said.

The Grid has been compromised.
Anything we say or do

is being seen and heard by
an unknown cyber attacker.

This was between you and me.
Why are you doing this to her?

The West has as good as lost the
cyber war before it's begun.

Either you're trying to play me
or you've been outsmarted.

Harry, he can't be trusted. No!